[arkham asylum]

[two_face]

Harvey's still in a fairly solidly good mood by the time they wheel his ass down to the rec room. He can't be too obvious about it - the guards don't like anybody having anything resembling a good time - but not even the usual roughing up is enough to sour shit for him. The paperwork appointment had gone... well. Better than well, hell. He got out of that with her breaking the rules and without much persuasion on his part. He got a hug, of all things. Harv does what he can to keep that to himself.

He is, however, a little bit impatient. He's got shit to talk about and the Arkham Stitch 'n Bitch club's gonna have to hear it.

"You in a rush, Two-Face?" One of the usual guards sneers at him.

"Well, y'know, wouldn't wanna to miss that one episode of Star Trek they play over an' over." Harvey's lucky that the guard just gives him an extra rough shakedown before shoving him in the rec room. And wouldn't you know it, it's not Star Trek on the tv.

It's the goddamn Little Mermaid. Jesus. He's gonna have to work to tune that out.

It doesn't take long to spot Nygma and Crane at one of their usual spots. The chess set. Harvey steals a chair from another table and drags it over to them. He flips it around so he can sit on it backwards, arms rested on the seat back. "Doc, we got some shit we need to discuss." He pauses, glances over to Nygma, lest he feel left out. "You too, nerd."

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[jocelyncrane]

Jocelyn is fairly certain the rec room television programming constitutes some form of torture. She's been idly lurking by the chessboard just long enough to know what drivel was on before they started Little Mermaid. It was Cinderella. At least chess with Nygma, once the guards shove him in, is engaging enough to distract from most of the singing.

Crane glances up some time later as Dent drags a chair over. "Do we?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. He certainly seems to be in a good mood. It must be time for more asylum gossip. Fine. She'll play along. "What sorts of things?"

[two_face]

Harvey doesn't mind the dubious Look he's getting from both Crane and Nygma. It's a little unsettling when they both do it at the same time, though. "We do," He starts, a wide grin spreading across his face. "We had a busy morning doing paperwork with one of the new gophers."

"And?" Eddie idly pushes one of the squishy chess pieces forward. He sounds bored.

"Oh, y'know. It only takes forever to get in with one of those," Harvey says thoughtfully, then leans forward against the back of his chair. "We got to meet y'secretary, Crane."

[jocelyncrane]

New gophers? Well. That's almost interesting, Jocelyn supposes. She eyes Nygma's latest move with more interest. Hmm. Just as she's reaching towards her piece to respond, Dent makes his next remark.

Ah. Crane's hand hovers above the chess piece very briefly before she slides it forward. "I see," she says after a moment. In the background, the insufferable mermaid has begun singing again. "I suppose I'm not surprised they're pawning off tasks no one likes on the new employees."

Jocelyn's not sure why that has Dent so pleased with himself, but she's resigning herself to hearing the tale. Drawing out short, largely uninteresting anecdotes is one of the Arkham pastimes of choice.