12469/Coffee with Cats

Coffee with Cats
Date of Scene:	19 November 2020
Location:	Iceberg Lounge, Central Heights
Synopsis:	Selina proposes occasional work to Ivory...
Cast of Characters:	Ivory, Catwoman, Harley Quinn

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Ivory has posed:
    A certain Catwoman had requested a coffee date. And a coffee date they get. Or rather a high scale coffee on a gotham rooftop terrace full of ice sculptures. Clad n a thick winter coat, Ivory waits there, a suitcase next to their table. Just a plain, brown suitcase like many sariman use it.

Catwoman has posed:
This elaborate ice themed nightclub is fortunately not as cold as it might seem. At least the temperature is pleasant on the rooftop, and the ice sculptures are quite gorgeous. Catwoman is fashionably late but eventually turns up some 20 minutes later, dressed in another variation of her costume - this one is black patent leather, and looks like it's deliberately sewn together with patches. She strides in gracefully like the cat's meow, sliding into the seat opposite Ivory and smiles, "Sorry I'm late, thanks for waiting.." she purrs.

Ivory has posed:
    Ivory chuckles at the obvious stitches on the material that surprisingly looks like PVC. Or something similarly glossy. Lacquerd leather? "You can't make a cat come on time when you want it."

Ivory smiles some as they gesture to the open seat. "So, you wanted coffee."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman smirks and shrugs. It's afternoon so not too late for coffee. "Mocha latte sounds good, shall I order one for you too? I hope you weren't waiting too long, I really am glad you could make it. I have Soo many questions.."

Ivory has posed:
    Ivory nods as they pick up their own coffee cup, taking a sip. "You had questions, yes. And I must say, that outfit does look kind of fitting clubs you can only enter after dark." They muse a little as they nurse the coffee a few moments, then put the cup down. "So, you have qustions. Ask them. But one at a time... and don't expect me to answer all of them."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman chuckles, arching a brow, "Ooh, I'll take that as a compliment." she waves down the waitress to order her coffee and another for Ivory, "Trust me you'll like this one." she nods slowly, "Alright..Ivory. I'm interested in that collar of yours, where did you get it from? It must be pretty..Unique."

Ivory has posed:
    "Raunchy clubs are a compliment for you?" Ivory asks with a little smirk as they reach to their neck, bruhing along it. "That? Oh, it's just an heirloom that was passed down to me. Well cared for over the ages. White leather from a deer and the coloration was pretty much tattooed into it, or so I'm told. So I guess it is unique."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman smirks, "Depends..Most women aren't as beautiful or as graceful enough to pull off a look like this in public." she arches a thoughtful brow at the 'heirloom'. "Hmmm..Interesting. And unique enough that you would be the only one in the world to possess such a collar? Am I right?"

Ivory has posed:
Ivory says, "Just that it isn't a collar. It's a band. Collars have a closure or snap of sorts, this doesn't. A pair of straps at each end tied together. But I guess there's no other one like it because it's rather old.""

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman shrugs, "Potayto, potahto. My point is, that band is unique yes? And yet I saw the exact same band on a certain white Persian cat - a very intelligent seeming cat, more than once." she leans forward, eyes narrowed as she peers at Ivory, "I think there's only one obvious conclusion, that you and kitty are one and the same..I'm right, aren't I?"

Ivory has posed:
Ivory says, "Let me ask you a counterquestion: how many people do you know that turn into cats?" Ivory asks, as if that was something utterly normal. Or just so outlandish that needing to ask the question would be obvious that it was an answer."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman hmms, tapping her fingers thoughtfully on the table, and as her coffee arrives she takes the cup, sipping it slowly, "I suppose there are a few out there that I've heard of, it's hardly uncommon, especiaally in this crazy world we live in. Werewolves are apparently a thing so why not werecats?" she chuckles, "Honestly, I've seen some pretty crazy things out there."

Ivory has posed:
    "So, how many hae you met?" Ivory repeats on the admission that such stuff could exist, a little smirk in the corner of the eye. "I guess I need to count a crazy Cheetah lady on my score card. Had a run in with one at a runway show."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman chuckles and shrugs, "So far, none, although I exist many strange cat ladies with their own unique abilities..And how about you?" she continues to watch Ivory keenly, certain they know more than they're letting on.

Ivory has posed:
    "Well, that would preclude your claim from earlier, right? I mean, if you never met one, I couln't possibly be that cat. And are you positively sure that it wasn't just a similar band? I mean, it's not that complicated of a pattern."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman shakes her head and laughs, "Just because I haven't seen you shift from cat to human and back doesn't mean it's not possible, nor does it mean that a werecat is impossible, just because I haven't seen it first hand." she shrugs, "Like I said, I've plenty of other cats and cat women with some very unique..Abilities, powers if you'd like. We both have. So enough with the games. Admit it."

Ivory has posed:
    "Admit that I met a very catty woman or three? Sure, I met you and that cheetah and... what was the other whitehead you were bickering with here when they had the cat theme?"

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman hmms, "Black Cat? Cheetah and the Cat Lady." she shrugs, "Indeed, all very interested and talented women, all with their own unique set of abilities, although I haven't quite figured any of them out yet. You however.." she narrows her eyes, "I have my suspicions although you're still skirting the question.What are you afraid of, exactly, don't you trust me?"

Ivory has posed:
"I don't quite have a lot of reasons to trust a person known as the feline fatale, have I?" Ivory answers, chuckling just a short moment.

"But then again, you don't have a lot of reason to divulge secrets either..."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn doesn't usually do the rooftop thing. She's not a nocturnal animal themed type person and crouching in shadows isn't always that effective when you're covered in glitter and wearing bright primary colors. Still, on occasion, she makes her way along the lofty heights, mostly in hopes of crossing paths with the vigilante sorts for the giggles of it.

So she somersaults onto the roof wherein Catwoman and Ivory happen to be conversing and lets out a yelp, "Holy cats, it's Cats! I saw that movie, the scars have only begun to heal! Don't worry, I'm just joshing you, I'd never see that piece of crap. How you doin', kitten with a whip? Who's your friend? I'm Harley Quinn, nice to meetcha, I'd give you a card but I have an aversion to cards after a certain wild card used to treat me like a punching bag."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman smirks and chuckles, nodding to Ivory. "But of course. I understand your wariness as you must understand mine. However, you gotta trust someone, right? And we have crossed paths enough times."

Thats when Harley makes a flashy entrance and she chuckles, waving to her. Harley! How nice of you to crash the party! Please, join us! This is Ivory, an acquaintance and potential ally. Ivory, meet Harley.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory was abotu to answer when someone jumped from the roof of the iceberg loungue and started to ramble and babble like they were on something. Which... considering the outfit, might not be too far off. "Nice to meet you I guss. But I do still wonder what makes me a potential ally."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn shrugs, "I have no idea. I'm not even sure which side I'm on half the time. But Cats there is a pretty good pally, so bein' on her side isn't bad. Sometimes she'll give you trinkets that she swiped from rich old ladies. I loved the last one, although that bra is never gonna fit me," she snickers. She plops down next to the pair, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"So, whatcha doin'? Tellin' ghost stories? OOOO LET'S START A FIRE AND MAKE S'MORES."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman smirks, "Hmm let's see, you are clearly one curious cat, you have a habit of showing up in the thick of battle, and if I'm right, you have the interesting ability to turn into a little Persian cat..Which could come in handy for some burglary missions." she shrugs, "But if you'd rather not have a piece of action and the rewards that follow.."

She chuckles at Harley, "Just feeling each other out, I think. I need to upgrade equipment and I have a new potential contact in mind..But he'll be expensive. Now that Cat Lady is amassing allies and treading on my territory, I need to strengthen those boundaries."

Ivory has posed:
"Oh have I?" Ivory answers with a little cryptic lift of the eyebrow, fingers tapping the coffee cup. "But then again, what *cat lady* are you talking about? I mean, there's you, Cheetah, Black Cat, just to name the three you had mentioned."

It's a little dance of words, isn't it? "Hypothetically... what's in it on my side?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
If there were a human embodiment of the O.O emoticon, Harley would be it right now as she stares at Ivory, "You...you can turn into a little kitty cat? A cute little fluffball? An ickums snickums little furbaby? DO IT! DO IT NOW! PLEASE OH PLEASE I WANNA SEE IT! I think I might even have a can of tuna on me somewhere, just for snackies," she says, rummaging around in her pockets.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman chuckles, leaning forward, lifting her glass to Ivory's as if to chunk them in good cheer, "I'm pretty sure you know..I believe I once rescued you from the Panther demon familiar's clutches." she winks, "You know you owe me one.."

To Harley she brings a finger to her lips, "Shhh, how about we keep this a secret between the three of us? Come, take a seat, Harley, can I order you a wine? Food?"

Ivory has posed:
"Didn't Poor Richard Benjamin Franklin say Three may keep a secret if two are dead?" Ivory replies with a little chuckle, lifting the cup to take a sip. "But even if I owe you, you'd ask me to go all evil?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn pouts a bit as she's denied kitty cat transformation and hops up to plop onto the seat, "Order? Is there a waiter? Am I on Punk'd? If so, how did I get to 2003?!?" she says.

"I'm not evil. I'm just hilarious. I don't know what you're talking about but I usually don't so that's fine by me. Isn't Richard Benjamin Franklin the guy who killed JFK? I'm not sure we should listen to him."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman sighs, waving down the waiter. "Can I order another round of white wine please? And a chicken nacho platter? Thank you." she turns back to Ivory and sighs. "Evil is such a harsh word. I don't hurt people, unless it's in self defense. I simply take from the rich and give to the poor. And I only steal enough to support myself. Hardly evil, right, Harley?" she grins, "Well ok, Harley is just nuts but I'll let her tell you her story if she likes."

Ivory has posed:
"Nah, Poor Richard was the pen name of Freemason Postmaster General first Phillie Fireman and founder of the PA University who preceded Thomas Jefferson as envoy to France. I bet you got his face in your pocket even." Ivory nods sternly to Harley. Sounds like either that guy was a total maniac or a genius, right?

"Robyn Cat and her gang? Shouldn't you go fox style then?" Ivory hesitates a little. "More like... Tybaldine if we go by the Reynard names. But still, what is in for me?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn twirls one of her pigtails, "I'm not sure if I believe in evil as a fundamental concept. It strikes me that it's probably a relativistic construct based on social mores and traditions as opposed to any sort of universal truth, although certain acts, such as murder or rape, are certainly almost unanimously disapproved across a wide spectrum of cultures," she says. "What, I do have a doctorate y'know," she says, wiggling her nose.

"I really liked the fox Robin Hood from the Disney cartoon. He could totally get it, y'know what I'm sayin'? Huh? HUH?!?" she says, playfully elbowing at Ivory, "Anywhoo, nachos sound good, but I don't need wine. I've got a juice box!"

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman rubs her temples as they both ramble on about scientific terms that befuddle her. "Umm.....Right, sure.." she coughs, sipping wine, "Okaay, so how about lots of money, pretty jewels? Fame and fortune, honestly what's better than that?"