+1 gun fight

[sweetcandygirl]

A new door opens in the Nexus, signalled by the fact that there is a serious gun-fight on the other end. A young blonde, wearing skin-tight clothes and sporting colorful ponytails, rolls through the door. She fires some shots back into the scene that she just left as cover fire, before slamming the door closed for a brief moment to catch her breath.

It takes her a moment to realize that she doesn't hear the gun fire anymore.

And then she stands, alerted to the fact that she is somewhere new. Somewhere with millions of sights... and sounds... Her eyes get big. And wide.

She puts her gun into a holster at her hips, as she spins around to take in everything all at once. And laughs, as she spins faster and faster, until she gets a little dizzy and has to sit down.

When a random couch shows up right in front of her, it causes another laugh as the girl plops down on the cushy cushions. "I am dreaming... someone pinch me."

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[clark_luthor]

The sound of gunfire is a great way to draw a Kryptonian's attention, particularly in the Nexus. The sound of laughter immediately after only adds to the intrigue.

Clark Luthor stands not too far away, a hawk-sized golden dragon perched on one shoulder. "Careful. Someone might take you up on that."

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley has decided to sprawl over the couch, relaxing in its luxury. She beams at the comment, made by the well-dressed man.

"Heck! If they are brave enough to try..."

She bounces up and off the couch, showing athleticism in that one simple movement, to face him. "You have a dragon! That is so cool!"

[clark_luthor]

He doesn't budge a muscle, but the little dragonet flares her wings a little, jeweled eyes swirling as the creature eyes her. "She's a fire-lizard, technically," Clark says, though he's used to people not recognizing the species. It isn't like they're native to his home reality, or at least his Earth anyway.

[sweetcandygirl]

"Ohhhh-kay. You have a fire lizard!" Harley beams, her voice a little teasing.

"Oh! Does everyone here get one!"

[clark_luthor]

"Hardly." He doesn't crack a smile, either. Tough crowd. "Who were you shooting at?" he asks, because that sounds way more interesting.

[sweetcandygirl]

"These weird ash-covered Zombies..." Harley checks over her shoulder. The door remains closed.

"In close contact, I prefer using my bat..." The object in question hangs from the other side of her holster.

"But got to love having a gun handy!"

[clark_luthor]

"Zombies." He slightly raises an eyebrow at that. On his shoulder, the golden fire-lizard makes a noise in her throat that might be her version of a laugh. "And they were shooting back at you, were they?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"No. Who would give Zombies guns?" As if that is the obvious answer to the question. "There are just hundreds of them. A gun thins the crowd."

[clark_luthor]

"Have you tried fire?" he asks mildly. Not like he has personal experience with zombies or anything, but it seems time-consuming at best to attack a horde of hundreds and do it one at a time.

[sweetcandygirl]

"Ohhhh man! Great idea..."

"Too bad I wasn't given a flamethrower..." She snaps her fingers in disappointment. Then lowers her voice slightly, a little conspiratorial. "I don't think the others really trust me with the big weapons."

[clark_luthor]

Bingo. He knew he'd heard other non-zombies during her grand entrance. "Who might these others be?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"My team. The Suicide Squad."

[clark_luthor]

"Named as such because they don't expect you to survive?" He can't think of any other reason why a team might have such a silly-sounding name.

[gate_crasher]

Here, Harley, have a scrawny, white-scaled lizard-man in a fine blue robe. "Are there not other ways you could be certain of your wakefulness?" he asks, his voice a light but raspy tenor. "May I add, as well, a well-meant suggestion to become familiar with the door through which you have so recently come?"

[sweetcandygirl]

Well that gets her attention. She smiles up at him.

"Sure there are. Hundreds. I just like going for the most-fun option."

She sits up slightly on the couch, folding her legs in close to her body. "See, right there... a good example of 'you are not dreaming' logic."

"What is so special about the door?"

[gate_crasher]

"The most-fun option is being pinched?" the lizard asks dubiously. The question of the door is something he can more readily answer. "If a return to the world from which you came is desired, there are likely to be few if any more expedient paths. This place is large, and there are many doors--to lose yours among them might equate to losing your world."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I can choose if I want to go back or not?" This comes as a revelation. Her options of what is waiting for her back home are not the best.

"Now you got me thinking that this is a dream..." Because things like this don't happen to her.

[gate_crasher]

"While you have the door, you have the choice," he clarifies, "and there may be other ways back--or there may not. But I am given to understand that many live quite contentedly here, divorced from the worlds of their origin in one way or another."

"Is it perhaps time for another non-pinch?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"So do I have to sit here... keeping the door in sight, while I make up my mind? Cause I ain't no good with snap decisions." She twirls one of her ponytails.

"What do you have in mind?"

[gate_crasher]

"Not necessarily, but it would be wise to make yourself familiar enough with it that you could distinguish it from others, and perhaps to keep your bearings enough to find your way back," he suggests.

"You mentioned hundreds of options at your disposal; what might one of them be?"

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley looks at her door. It looks like a standard door to her. She finally reaches into her pocket... pulling out a tube of lipstick. She stands, walks over to the door, and draws a big heart with the lipstick on the door.

"Um... usually if I am faced with a real serious situation, I know I am not dreaming. My dreams are never serious."

[gate_crasher]

Her solution receives an appreciative nod. The mark is certainly distinctive. "Does this moment seem adequately serious for reality?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"Half and half. This conversation seems pretty serious, for one of my dreams."

"But then we have couches appearing out of nowhere. And strange sights all around me." She gestures around.

"And being told that I don't have to go back... that I don't have to end up behind bars again... is pretty much the ultimate dream."

[gate_crasher]

"I must admit, there are certain qualities of this place which I, too, find surreal. But if magic has taught me anything, it is that 'normal' is a highly subjective state."

Her mention of prison doesn't seem to alarm him, but does pique his curiosity. "Would it be prying to ask the reason for your incarceration?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"Magic huh? That is the cause of this..." Harley looks around again.

"You want to know why I'm usually locked up? I caused a whole lot of trouble, including robbery, bribery, cheating, lying, and being a pest."