Spam for Harvey

[velocette]

[It had been an okay weekend, overall. He's not a fan of the ocean, and LA had changed dramatically from the last time he'd been there. But the bikes handled the same. He hadn't heard a thing in over a day, which wasn't unusual, but some sounds trickled back in by the time he got back to the Barge.

It wasn't until he got to his cabin and found Plato's Republic sitting open that he remembered Harvey. He grabbed a notebook and a pencil, a pack of cigarettes and his lighter, and headed over to his inmate's cabin.]

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[halftheman]

Not homesick. No. Not for that shithole.

If it were port? I don't know I'd even get off the boat.

[velocette]

[That's surprising, although not because he ever thought Harvey liked Gotham.]

What makes a good port, then? Not somewhere familiar?

[halftheman]

[ Gotham is that abusive spouse you can't help but go back to but the love's been out of the relationship a very, very long time. ]

L.A. wasn't bad. There was enough to keep us both busy.

[velocette]

[He's glad, actually, that Harvey kept busy.]

Yeah? That seems like quite a feat; your interests are probably pretty different.

[halftheman]

You could say that.

[ Two-Face doesn't have interests outside of pain and rage and occasionally self-gratification, especially if it's Harvey's expense. ]

[velocette]

You make any good bets?

[halftheman]

Made a few. Some cashed out, some didn't.

[velocette]

What would you barter with back home in our Barge?

[halftheman]

Got nothing of value, now. Money's meaningless.