15022/April Showers bring... Harls and Ivy

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April Showers bring... Harls and Ivy
Date of Scene: 02 May 2023
Location: Isley Gardens, South Channel Island
Synopsis: Harley and Ivy reunite and make plans for the most epic of movie nights. Also, Harley's going to blow up a pizza joint. Maybe twice.
Cast of Characters: Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy




Harley Quinn has posed:
"Heeeey Reeeeeed..." The sounds of Harley's shrill call can be heard for, if not miles, certainly many yards. She has her hands cupped around her red painted lips as she pads through the gardens, "Reeeeed, it's meeeeee Ha'leeee..." She calls out again, fully aware that Ivy already knew she was here the very second she showed up and didn't need to be called out to.

Yet she's doing it anyways.

"Remembah how I was doin' the thing we're not talkin' about at the place I'm no longah allowed to go?" She shouts, "I'm not doin't hat anymore!" A passerby, likely some commuter using the gardens as a bypass for walking around the park on their way to or from work. "The fuck you lookin' at, keep't movin'." Jerking her thumb over her shoulder as she makes her way towards Ivy's Greenhouse.

"Nosey so'n so.. like ya aint nevah seen a girl carryin' a bazooka before."

Oh yeah, she has a bazooka.
Poison Ivy has posed:
Ivy perks up a little at that familiar voice. The entire garden seems to perk, leaves rustle a little, blossoms perk up a little higher like they're showing off. Indeed, they begin to sway and lean in helpful little directions to point Harley through the paths and meandering walkways of the garden.

Not that Pamela's not on the move herself, stepping around the corner with vines and leaves crawling up her body, to tastefully finish up the last accents of her living outfit. Her eyebrows perk and she tilts her head, gaze sweeping up and down her darling harlequin friend.

"So you're not forcing that pizza place to let you work at gunpoint and putting magic mushrooms on the pizza anymore?" Her eyebrows perk up as her arms cross under her chest, long fingers curling to cup her elbows as she glances pointedly to the bazooka. "You're not using that here."

But as Ivy strides in, the vines near Harley curl and twine together into a makeshift set of hookes to hold the bazooka as she murmurs dryly, "But you can set it down and give me a hug, can't you Harls? I'm... I've been... worried. I'm glad you're feeling more yourself."
Harley Quinn has posed:
"There she is!" Harley claps her hands once in front of her face and starts running, full-ass Harley type movement speed, towards ivy coming into view. She has to pull up short a little when Red indicates she can't use the Bazooka slung on her back, but that's just because she's a respectful, classy, lady. "Oh, nah, this is foah the pizza place." She unhooks it from her back and lays it on the hook fashioned from vines. Then holds up a finger and points behind her, "One sec."

She heads back to where she was, before running, and puts her hands into the small of her back. She twists... she turns.. she bends.. stretching. "Okay! HEAH I COME!" Off she goes, running at full speed, then leaping through the air. Arms out wide, knees up and spread, "AYYYYY!"

A flying Harley Squirrel about to hug tackle her favorite tree!

Once they've landed. ONLY ONCE THEY'VE LANDED (in whatever new form that takes)..

"As I told'ya in my email-" Which probably explains why Ivy never saw it, cus nobody reads emails anymore, "- I ate a lot of mushrooms the last couple months, I don't 'membah all the details, but I woke up feelin' less pregnant." She leans down, nose to actual nose, blue eyes full of renewed, rejuvinated, excitable crazy. "Missed yoooouu."
Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela's used to Harley, but no matter how used to her she is, she's always just a little slow to react when she goes into the full speed she can manage, like a cheetah on meth. Even the time given to her by Harley stopping, turning around, unburdening herself of her bazooka, and then going through stretches? It's not enough time to prepare.

Partly because Ivy, skin a deep, vibrant green in the spring sunlight, is absolutely entranced in watching Harley stretch and twist and bend and limber up. And then run. And then leap.

Fortunately, Ivy's in the midst of her haven, her literal garden, and so vines and roots can twist and writhe and form supporting structure behind her as Harley flies through the air. And once Ivy's catching her inbound blonde missile, those vines twist and form a snug mesh of hammockry, lifting the pair up high above the path as Ivy's arms wrap around Harley's midsection, linking, squeezing tight.

One eyebrow stays perked, those verdant green lips fight not to grin /too/ widely as she murmurs softly, "I missed you too, blondie. We'll have to celebrate you feeling all... /you/ again." She clicks her tongue and tilts her head back thoughtfully, green eyes locking on blue, intent, joyous, "Perhaps a movie night! We could have Selina over. Or this other woman I met recently. She's a mercenary. Very professional but quite entertaining."
Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley bounces atop Ivy, sitting up on her knees in the vine hammock that caught them with her hands resting on Pam's shoulders, "Springy." She says with a big ol' toothy grin as she tests the tensile strength of their makeshift natural cushioning. "Ya know, yer spring bod is always the best? I mean, I love all yer bods, don't get it twist't, but spring?" She drops down ontop of Ivy resting her chin on her friends chest just above her boobage.

"So soft. S.A.W.F.T. Saawwwwwwft."

Can we still quote Enzo Amori? I know he's a douche or whatever, but he was entertaining for a while right?

"ooooh... weeeell..." Harls sucks her teeth at the mention of Selina, "I think me'n her aught avoid each other for a spell, ya know?" Fingers wiggle, "Don't wanna hash up weird vibes.. we'll be polite, nod as we pass in the halls, at least foah a few weeks.. let people forget." Those wiggling fingers wave across the air like she's doing a jedi mind trick.

"Now movie night? I'm down foah that.. I'll grab my copy of Air Bud, them real short coochie cutter shorts ya like, an' squeeze myself in a t-shirt two sizes too small.. I know how ta show my favoritest plant lady how much I miss't her." Smooch, right on her chin. "An' meet'n new friends! When ya say professional do ya mean..." Air quotes, "Professional? Like a street walker who does whore'n?"
Poison Ivy has posed:
Pamela's right hand lifts up, fingertips trailing through Harley's hair, her breath drawing deep, holding it for a long moment and exhales slowly... which does mean she's offering up quite the 'shelf' of cushioning for Harley's chin as she sinks down. Ivy's eyes roll as she murmurs dryly, "You know how I get when Spring gets into full swing, Harley. I'm glad you're here for the new season."

Her eyes narrow slightly and she nods, "Yeah, probably for the best. I haven't seen her since we had a discussion about... things. She'll probably take more time to work through them than you did. Her... romantic side has always been so dedicated after all."

She snorts and darts her head up to try and peck a brief little kiss at one of those wiggling fingers just because she can.

She chews her lower lip tight for a long moment, letting out a low noise... that blossoms into a helpless little peal of laughter, "No! No. Mercenary. Like... I mean, we met because she was hired to steal something from my lab. She was very good at it, so I decided to... be a little merciful, you know? And then the people who hired her tried to double cross her, so she came back and we came to a bit of an arrangement. I think you'd like her."
Harley Quinn has posed:
"Yeah, she acts all high on her horsey, but she's jus' a hopeless romantic at the end of the day." Harley doesn't dislike Selina, of course. She speaks with fondness, if pointed and matter of fact. "Gonna end up gettin' her killed eventually." Sometimes brutally so. "She'll get better, jus' gotta work through all them brain worms... Usually I'd tell her to go find a 'forget me not' flower, oah somethin'.. but with present company, that seems kinna cruel."

Ivy kisses a finger and Harley puts in her mouth, "Boop." Like she's touching her nose. Then it goes into her own mouth, chewing on the nail. "I do know how ya get durin' spring. Which is why I had ta dump tha' ol pizza joint, if I aint bein' to subtle." Brows bounce, grin spreading.

Hips wigglin.

"Oh, well Mercenaries can be whores too, Red. I feel like yer really under-cuttin' her professional mobility if yer not even consideerin' the possibility she might wanna clap cheeks for bennies."

Hand against her bosom, pretend indignant, "I, for one, encourage people branchin' out into other modus of capitalism. One mans bank robbery is another mans double penatration, I always say."
Poison Ivy has posed:
Ivy laughs softly and rolls her eyes, "Oh, Harls Harls Harls... not everyone enjoys being so... flexible and negotiable in how they make their money. That whole thing about loving your job and not working a day in your life doesn't mean you /have/ to do what you love for cash. Sometimes it's just for..."

She trails off, hand lifting from Harley's back to gesture vaguely, only to smack back down lower, "Love of the game, yes? And hey, I don't give those /literal/ amnesia flowers out on a whim... actually, they're what our mystery woman was hired to steal. I... tweaked the final delivery when she came back and explained things."

She sighs and narrows her eyes once more, even if she's fighting back a genuine smile by this point. "But yes. Air Bud for movie night. Maybe a greek pizza? And only the original Air Bud if we're having company over. Your dissertation on the Air Bud cinematic universe is a /lot/ to unload on casual company."

She sighs and lifts her finger once more to /tap/ Harley's nose as she murmurs dryly, "I'm telling you, the reason we get along so well is we're opposites. I can't stand people at all, and here you are thinking about how they can spread their earning potential in capitalism by spreading their legs. You little entrepreneauress."
Harley Quinn has posed:
"Whoa whoa whoa..." Harley pats the air playfully, "If yer gonna have me meet ya friends, ya gotta show'em the real me. Which includes a full diagnostic of tha' air bud universe. I say we start wit classic Air Bud, then we watch Air Bud:Golden Receiver (real movie), an' close it out wit Air Bud: Spikes Back (also a real movie). I'll admit some of tha spin-offs might be a lil much foah mixed company, but if they can appreciate the 'talkies', I dont know if I wanna be associatin' wit'em no how."

Her chin returns to Ivy's bosom, grinning almost ear to ear. "Hey, I try ta see the best in people, ya know? Everybody looks good on their back." One finger extends up in the air, "An' that don't just mean when when they fuckin' neither... security guards? Way bettah when they're unconscious... Tha' stupid lil kid from the Jurassic Park movie who look't kinna weird wit his big ass, unnatural eyes?" She quirks her lips and nods slowly.

"Im jus' sayin there's a direct corrilation between useful to me an' not standin' upright. In all of tha mirade of forms tha' can take."
Poison Ivy has posed:
Ivy sighs and rolls her head back, eyes closing, face taking on that particular, oh so unique cast of 'Why? Why do I love this pretty, crazy little bundle of absolute insanity?'. But her lips still quirk in a grin as she sighs out and murmurs dryly, "I keep telling you, bootleg movies /called/ Air Bud don't count as 'spin-offs'... but we can argue about this on movie night. Oh! Popcorn. Buttery popcorn. We're going to indulge ourselves as a celebration of Spring and your renewal, Harls. And we'll do it without any... well, without /many/ explosions. Definitely none of the sort destined to have Bat-themed vigilantes interrupting us."

And then Ivy's sighing out in that familiar 'Oh god, I've got her off on a tangent' tone... but that special version of it. The one where she exhales just a little slower. A little longer. With her hand squeezing Harley gently in a very clear 'I appreciate you' gesture. "Well, I'll keep that in mind. Oh, and... try to text me before you come by at night? I'm trying some new plant golem security patrols and they're a little... overzealous."
Harley Quinn has posed:
She's still going too.

"And don't even get me started on college professors... some of my best homework was done wit- huh?" Harls perks up at the mention of plant golems, "Holy cow, you made a whole golem outta bushes?" Her eyes go wide, then narrow, "hol' on a tick.. is 'plant golem' jus' code foah sock on the door? Cus, all ya gotta say is 'call before ya come ovah cus I might be gettin' my swerve on."

Harls shant let up. Ever.

Grinning so wide that her cheeks have to hurt a little, "I'll text. I found this new phone code tha's pretty awesome, we should use it moah often." That said, she stretches and slides off the hammock, "But I needa head back inna town an' blow up the pizza place. Ya gonna be aroun' aftah? I could go pick up my movies, real short shorts, too tight t-shirt, an' meet ya back at Golem Palace?"
Poison Ivy has posed:
Ivy snorts softly and bites her lower lip, "Oh, I'll get you started on college professors... later. I'll get you started on all sorts of things, Harls. I mean, for being the psychiatrist of our pair, why do I feel like _I'm_ always the one asking the open ended questions?"

And then she's groaning softly, "No, it's code for 'There might be 10 foot tall vine monsters that won't be as nice to you as I am' Harls."

She sighs and gives Harls another little pat on the caboose, even as two vines wind together to form a makeshift rope next to the hammock for the gymnast to be able to climb down when she's ready to go. "Oh, I'll be here... probably /right/ here..." She gestures up and grins, "It's not too often I get to enjoy a warm, sunny day... and enjoying one with the promise of my bestie visiting again? Oh, I'm going to take full advantage."
Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley beams a smile, it twinkles up in her eyes as she looks over her bestie. Then she grabs the vine rope and swings down in a wide twirl, one leg wrapping it so it's like she's descending a stripper pole. Even though it's not really THAT far... Still. Skill. That's what we're saying here.

"Because ya got an inquisitive nature an' yer tryin' to apply some kinna logic in me where none exists." She says up to the woman, hands on her hips, clearly joking. "I'd say it's some kinna reverse psychology yer tryin'. See if'n ya can make me act more responsibly by bein' more responsible, but... That'd be nutso! An' yer the sane one of us." Sane'er anyhow.

"Wont take me long, figgah... fifteen minutes there, five minutes blown up tha pizza parlor... figure foah... we'll say an hour ta lose the fuzz.. then I'm back heah by late afternoon? I'll pick up the greek pizza from tha shop afore I blow it up."
Poison Ivy has posed:
Ivy reaches over the edge of her hammock to wiggle her fingers in a little wave, calling out, "Be sure to tip them very generously, Harley! ...Unless they mess the pizza up. Then blow them up twice!"

She sighs softly and sinks back into her hammock, arms crossing behind her head, eyes closing, back arching a little. Selina might be the feline of their group of friends, but Pamela can enjoy a sunbeam as thoroughly as anyone.

And her reputation for terrorism and murder means no one will bother her. And so she can enjoy some sunshine and relaxation before Harley returns... because she definitely usually needs some time to recover from hanging out with her manic bestie.