HA131A | Voice | Day 23

[clowngirl]

[Really? A walkie-talkie? Luckily for all involved, Harley knows exactly how these work thanks to years of overhearing police radios and watching a little movie called Smokey and the Bandit.]

Breaker! Breaker! Eggs and baker!

This is Burt Reynold's Moustache comin' in with a Whiskey Tango Foxtrot and requestin' a 10-20 on myself. We got some sorta 10-15, 5150 situation goin' on with a negatory on 420-69. Is this a good kidnappin' or a bad kidnappin'? I repeat, good kidnap-slash-bad kidnap-question mark.

Smooches. Seacrest out! Over!

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[ichoosefight]

[ That is. A lot. But the question first and foremost on Steph's mind is: ]

...Did you just call Ryan Seacrest 'Burt Reynold's Moustache'?

[clowngirl]

Pfft. He wishes!

I'll fight for the handle if somebody else's already taken it.

Over!

[ichoosefight]

[ Okay, so she's just... being weird. Alright. ]

Nobody really has handles. Or if they do, they haven't spoken up about it.

Anyway, as kidnappings go, I'd rate this 'not great'. We all just sort of woke up here. And there's not really a whole lot of 'here'.

[clowngirl]

Gotcha. One vote for "room for improvement" and "assign everyone handles".

How many folks are we talkin' 'bout here? If this is more than a single kidnapper/kidnappee situation, I'm kinda lookin' for somebody.

[ichoosefight]

Like... 20? It's been a pretty mixed bag, but who are you looking for?

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[desperate_times_right]

Sounds like a 10-30 to me.

Conditional yes on the 420, and as for 69? Follow your dreams.

Is there a good kidnapping?

[clowngirl]

Okay! So he's beautiful, like a former boyband member. But in a scruffy way, like his solo career hasn't worked out like he hoped. With sad eyes like the reason for this hypothetical catastrophe was that he lost his puppydog.

He also has a thousand abs and is my boyfriend.

[ichoosefight]

Um.

[ Yeah, that is also A Lot. ]

Does he have a name?

[clowngirl]

Good to know!

And there's toooooons of ways a kidnappin' could be good or fun or even romantic. Is this your first time?

[desperate_times_right]

Not even the first time I woke up on a beach not knowing how I got there.

Never had a fun one, but this one at least doesn't have monologuing.

[clowngirl]

An initial, which is really as much as anybody needs in my experience. It's a K!

Does that narrow it down yet? You want his shoe size?

[ichoosefight]

[ ... ]

[ ...... ]

...Are you doing this on purpose?

[clowngirl]

Do what?

How have we not narrowed it down yet? Do they film The Bachelorette here?

[clowngirl]

Oh my gosh villainous monologuing is the absolute worst. I would have chucked this radio into the ocean if I had to listen to one more guy inexplicably reveal his entire master plan while pouring out his clichéd and misguided reasoning based in untreated and unrelated psychological trauma.

[desperate_times_right]

Right?

“Blah blah I hate peasants.” Come on, dude, I don't think you'd blow them up if you liked them.

We haven't heard anything from whoever dropped us here at all.

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[obeir]

[ Between the rescue mission that never ends, a raging storm trapping him in jail for several days solid with increasingly unhinged humans, a giantass bird statue falling on him, and of course the physiological changes wrought by the island that have left him bizarrely weakened... it's all finally catching up to him. His voice is hoarse with exhaustion when he replies, but with a distinct note of pleased surprise. ]

Harley? This place got you too? [ Objectively it's not exactly a good thing, Harley being stranded here now too, but: ] I'm choosing to take this as a sign that we're unequivocally meant to be together.

[ How romantic! Silver linings and all. ]

[clowngirl]

Well, I hope they're still listenin' and takin' notes for the big reveal.

You wouldn't happen to keep a shorter list of people you ticked off than I do, wouldja? Help us zero in on the whodunnit?

[desperate_times_right]

Most of the people who've tried to fuck with me are dead, so I don't think this is my guy.

[She’s pissed people off after getting here but that's different]

Considering all the stuff that just fell on us maybe this really is all a misunderstanding.

[clowngirl]

K! [It may be one letter, but it's said with an excited squeal. There is just one thing that temporarily pumps the breaks as she notices his callsign.] Wait, did they give you a new number? If you're not my K, you hafta tell me. I dunno if that's an android thing or a cop thing or just a thing I saw on TV but it's gotta be true. This could be one of those weird clone islands like that movie with that guy in it and I wanna unequivocally be with the right guy.

[And this is why she votes for cheesy handles.]

[obeir]

If I wasn't your K, how would I know you?

[ Since they're not originally from the same universe. This warrants serious consideration, and he's quiet for a moment as he performs some mental calculations. He's thinking less clones, and more multiversal possibilities. ] Unless all our alternate universe selves are also together? [ It's probably more likely than you'd think. ]

Oh, and this is just the callsign assigned to my radio, I didn't choose it. I haven't figured out how to change it. It's a bit on the nose, isn't it.

[clowngirl]

Aww, imagine a whole bunch of alternate multiversal us runnin' around and gettin' together. Now that would be an even bigger sign we were meant to be.

[She is definitely picturing for herself a sea of Ks and Harleys holding hands in various outfits and hairstyles although nothing quite that pink comes to mind. Romantic notions are a good distraction from falling into a rabbit-hole of wondering if maybe she is/also is a clone/alternate version of herself. Much better than serious consideration.]

So just a callsign, huh? That's a coinky-dink. Easy to remember though. Guess we're good to keep each other! [Her voice is warm. Considering it was very much the desired outcome, she really didn't need a lot convincing.] Are you okay, baby? You don't sound so good...

[obeir]

Hope none of them have to deal with vacation interruptus like this. [ Yes, focus on the romance, don't think about anything likely to cause an existential crisis. For K's part, he's endured enough of those to last him several lifetimes. As for her question, it's actually weirdly complicated to answer. ]

I'm fine. I've been stuck here a few weeks already.

This place has changed a few of us — prevailing theory's that it brings everyone to a regular human baseline. Me included. Can't access any of my abilities from the Meadous, I'm weaker than I should be and unusually tired a lot. And you just missed a huge thunderstorm that lasted several days. All of this is to say, I think... maybe I'm getting my first robo-cold...

[ Which is utterly bizarre for someone who's never experienced physical illness before (the closest being those psychosomatic headaches). But it could explain how poorly he's been feeling. ]

Did you just wake up? What's it look like where you are? If you see a cabin anywhere, steer clear of it. The owner's a real nudnik, [ —between Harley and Alfie, he's picked up quite a bit of Yiddish at this point, ] likes shooting us if we get too close.

[ichoosefight]

[ So it's either intentional or oblivious. Either way, probably not worth the trouble. ]

I don't think I've seen anyone boyband-worthy, sorry. Can I get your name? I'm Steph.

[clowngirl]

Bummer for both of us.

I'm Harley Quinn! Pleasedta meetcha. Your zany new handle will be assigned in 2-4 business days if we don't get outta here first.

[ichoosefight]

[ Oh. Oh no. This is... bad? Weird? Definitely weird. Not good, but Harley by herself isn't especially murderous as Steph recalls. She needs to say something before the silence becomes noticable. ]

Well, it's been twenty.... three days for me, so I wouldn't get your hopes up.