pursuit of  laughingraptor brought me to convention full of masked weirdos. halloween theme allowed for blending in with crowd.

broke orange-shirt fingers and learned that joker and his girl sighted on friday night. hunted saturday. found quinzell. captured her. immediately caught in some kind of parade of people in furry suits. attempted to interrogate her, but goofy whore constantly distracted from questions on joker's whereabouts by mascots.

mob of costumes disbanded. harley quinn bolted. pursued. shoved her down hall. attempted to extract information, once again interrupted by furries. quinn escaped.

hid my face and coat to blend in. they were found, stolen, worn, discarded by some trio of prostitutes who's whore-stink won't wash out of them. spent the rest of saturday and sunday searching for face instead of the joker.

must find better hiding place for face, hat than ice machine.