The Nefarious Coffee Pot

Mr.Face:

I wasn't sure I trusted her, based on her tone."How do I know you aren't feeding me a load of nonsense?" I asked, just to be sure. This was not a conversation I wanted to walk into looking like an imbecile.

Harley
"How do you know what you've heard about the Joker is true, huuuuh?" I ask him with a smile. "Just a big scenario of hunches and assumptions, i guess."

Robin
My light smile stays. Sidekick to the joker? I couldn't see it matching with the Spades I know. Wonder if he's got the same past as me or if he just stole my looks and name... There was Wayne who approached me before. Maybe this Grayson accepted.

Spades
"So... what's other me like?" I asked, crossing my arms with an amused smile

Mr.Face:

She had a point. I was trusting...People. I typically hate people. Me trusting them to give me information...well, that was simply...preposterous. "Fine. Fine. I understand." I left again. "Is there anyone over here who responds to the either of names 'Ace of Spades' or 'Rubik's cube'? I apologise if I have your name terribly wrong, I got it from a third party...You should see them about typos..." I said to the group of people on the other side of the cafe.

Spades:
I gritted my teeth, looking up at the freaky looking guy calling for me. This never ends will "Who wants to know?" I asked, readying my cards in case he didn't come in peace

Robin
"A girl version of the me you know, it seems," I joke. "Noble, sticking up for the law, babies the kid over there..." i glance around to Inque again, talking with Quinn to some tall guy. "...Loves her nicknames, easily distracted..." I smirk at the memory for that one. Oh, if only this girl knew...
The tall guy approaches though, says her name and I look over at her questioningly. "A friend of yours?" I ask. Rubix Cube. I catch Inque giggling to herself. Quinn doesn't bother holding it in and laughs out loud.

Mr.Face:

"Hello. I'm Mr.Face...I was told that you know how to get in touch with the Joker?" I asked the girl.
I ignored the laughter. Those girls had clearly fed me a line. If I had eyes..I'd roll them.

Spades
I glared daggers over at Quinn and Inque, then looked at the guy again, crossing my arms "Why do you want to get in touch with him?"

Mr.Face:

"I am in need of new and inventive torture devices...and the internet...Cannot find them. For once. Really this would be a discussion over coffee and assorted pastries I suppouse." I tried to explain. "I can pay you..." I offered. Money tended to speed these things up.

Spades
I laughed, amused. Discuss torture devices over coffee? That's a new one. "He's busy messing with Bats at the moment, though when he's through, I'll mention it to him" I was in an unusually good mood today... suddenly,nI heard the door to the shop open. Looking over,nI sawnthe clown prince himself enter. Good moodmgone

Robin
Ah, well. This should be interesting if I was supposed to be an enemy in this place.
"Puddin!" Harley jumps up, almost hanging off his arm. "I ordered your favorite~!" She hasn't changed in the universe shift, at least. If that was good or bad was yet to be determined...

Mr.Face:

"Thank you." I heard the door open, and someone walk in. I wondered who that was. I wouldn't be able to find out unless I asked someone though. Well...I was on speaking terms with this Spades girl..." Who is that?" I asked, not even bothering to turn around or otherwise acknowledge who I was talking about. I figured it was implied by the new person in the room.

Spades
"My boss..." I muttered, frowning, seeming to almostnshrink.
"Harley!" He greeted, peckingnher on the cheek. He was in a VERY uspnusually good mood.I gagged, wishing I could crawl under the table

Mr.Face:

Ah. That would be the Joker then, based on previously gained knowledge. Hmm. Interesting. "Best way to proceed from here?" I asked her. "Do I just..go say hi?" I wasn't terribly good at non-threatning social interaction, I felt. "Or...What?"

Spades
"You never know" I muttered vaugely "But I think he's in an approachable mood"

Mr.Face:

"Erm...Thank you for the...analysis." I said, before turning towards him. "Hello..." I said cautiously.

Harley
Oh great. The new Creeper. Like the first wasn't bad enough.... Uugh...

Robin
I raise an eyebrow. "Well...this should be interesting." Either the joker reacting to the new guy and the disgustedly sick look on Harley's face or me.

The Joker (AHHHH, him in first!)
I looked at the man approaching me as I cracked a smile
"Hello" I said, his caution making my smile widen. Sometimes the cautious ones were the easiest to mess with. You just have to find the right button to push...

Spades
"I would get out of here if I were you, Boy Wonder" I muttered, my frown deepening

Robin
"Ah, I'm a wonder again? Nice to know." Ignoring the first part. Joker was blocking the front. Probably a back, but I didn't much care enough to find it. I could always make a front door with these big glass windows if need be.

Spades
I roll my eyes "These names dontnalways make sense. Like RC. Dontnget full of yourself" I muttered, watching the Jokerncarefull

Robin
"I don't know...You are sort of complex..." I say, sipping my coffee with an amused glint in my eye. Exactly how old was I went my other self made that up? I chuckle, shaking my head.

Spades
"Now don't YOU start on me too, or I'll accuse you of flirting" I muttered with a slight smile

Mr.Face:

He returned the hello. I believe that social protocol dictates that I proceed with my name...and then offer a handshake. It's somewhat odd interacting with people outside of Auda...I have to remember that I am not dictator of the coffeeshop. And that I am not dictator of the world. It's somewhat...Odd. And it does make it difficult to remember stahdard social protocols such as the ones which have got me on this extended internal monologue. "My name is Mr.Face...And your reputation precedes you." I said calmly, extending a hand.
I worried briefly as to whether I'd gotten the distance right...Where was I standing in relation to everyone else in the room? Where was my hand hanging in the air with reference to the Joker? I listened for a moment. No. I was fine. Spacing was fine. Good.

Harley
And what about /my/ reputation, huh? I scowl at him, stick my tongue out at his non-face. "Cut to the chase, mister. Mr. Jay's busy. Places to be, people to terrorize. Yadda yadda." I walk by him, getting The coffee the girl put on the counter and offering it to mr. Jay. "anything else, boss?". I ask, smiling sweetly at him.

Mr.Face:

Did that mean no handshake then? Ok...These people operated strangely.
Although...I may have simply been the strange one. I put my hand back down awkwardly. "I have been told that it would be mutually beneficial for the two of us to meet and discuss torture devices...I was wondering if you would be at all interested in such a conversation...Presumably it would be held over some kind of caffienated beverage." I said, attempting to be brief.