If you're bored...

[revvinguptheharley]

Who: Harley Quinn, Her Digimon and YOU!
What: Therapy, a secret project and a new apartment.
Where: Around the City and her new office in the Fate District
When: The week before Thanksgiving

As the dust of the battle settled and with the city in ruins, Harley felt alive and wild!

Racing through the city at all times of the day or night, gathering up random bits of pipe, wood, broken furniture, paper and other assorted junk. Sometimes massive bags of junk slung over her shoulder, with each of her little Digimon pushing and pulling a children's wagon full of other things.

And so she would vanish into her newly claimed apartment in the Fate district.

It was here she was directing all of her current clients...by which she meant her one regular client, the few who had dared to have a session with her, and those who had been curious or who she had encouraged to visit but had never actually shown up yet.

With the year progressing on day after day and the battle with Titanmon gradually becoming the past, this peculiar girl seems determined to help people move on.

Will she help you? Or make it worse?

Comments

[brain_behind_purple]

[He took the paper and looked it over.]

This should work for me, at least until I see what hours I get when I sign up for a job. Thanks, I guess... this therapy thing isn't so bad. So am I done for today?

[revvinguptheharley]

If you'd like to be.

See, these sessions are more about you then me. If you want to stay and chat longer we can. If you'd like to break here and pick up again next time we can.

My day is free.

[brain_behind_purple]

I think it's best I stop for now, I don't wanna leave Arte on her own or too long. I'm feeling pretty emotionally drained anyways. [He gets up] Thanks for the session. By the way, how much is this going to cost me?

[He knew it would probably be a lot, therapy usually was.]

[revvinguptheharley]

[A wicked grin crossed Harley's features and she spoke in a deeply creepy witches voice]

Your IMMORTAL SOUL!

[brain_behind_purple]

[Cue deadpan face]

Yeah, ah-ha... sorry, kinda need it. I'm willing to pay you in bits though.

[revvinguptheharley]

[Harley just flops back into her chair giggling]

I wouldn't know what to do with a soul anyway. Heck I'm not sure how souls work when we're made up of data.

Bits work just fine. Heck I'll even take it in trade. Just whatever you feel is fair.

[brain_behind_purple]

Hmm... would 500 a month be good? I should have enough saved to afford that.

[revvinguptheharley]

Works for me!

Being the only game in town for professional head shrinking, I'm allowed to be pretty liberal to suit the needs of my customers and my lifestyle~

[She gestures around to the spartan apartment as if to indicate it's glory.]