nexus_crossings | Remembering the Dead

Remembering the Dead

Harley Quinn is seated on a large rock in the Nexus today. She seems to already to be in the Halloween spirit, as the colorful young woman is dressed as a circus ringmaster. But despite her colorful costume, her usual energetic spirit seems to be missing today.

She has a bouquet of flowers in her hand. And takes one of the flowers, then slowly removes the petals of the flower one-by-one, scattering them underneath her.

"This year is going to be the first time that I am not in Arkham, during a death-a-versary. And I am not really sure what I should do?" She bites her bottom lip for a moment. "How do you remember those who are gone, without letting the memories overwhelm you?"

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"How do I know that for sure?"

That’s the hard part, isn’t it? “Look, if you don’t think this place is real, then you’ve got a hell of an imagination. If you want my take on it, find something to read. Trying to read in a dream usually gives you blank pages or just gibberish.”

If that doesn’t satisfy her, well, he’s got nothing.

"My imagination is my strength and my weakness." Harley points out softly.

She paused. Picking up another rose. "Sorry." A simple apology for getting him riled up a little.

Jim wouldn’t call it riled up so much as put on the spot, but he accepts the apology anyway with a brief nod. “I’m serious about the book thing, by the way.” Anything’s worth a shot, right?

"I think I saw a library around here, somewhere. I should try to kill two birds with one stone... and look for a book on the Day of the Dead."

“Good idea. Good luck, Miss Quinn.” Jim approves of libraries, and it sounds like something that might help solve her problem. Or at least point her in the right direction.