Summary:Scandal meets Ivy and Harley, while Harley does her best to embarrass Ivy in front of Scandal. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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The cafeteria set aside for the Thunderbolts team to use as a mess hall is empty. Well, almost empty. See, even the staff who works there tries to keep clear right around now. Why? Because Harley Quinn is sat in there, eating dinner. Or maybe a late lunch. She's just got government-issue slop on a tray and is more concerned with trying to balance a pea on her nose than she is with eating it. Every time it falls off to the floor, she laughs, and every time she gets it to tip down into her mouth, she laughs too. There's a lot of laughter echoing through the halls of the Raft today.
It's perhaps that laughter that draws someone into the mess hall. Thought he newcomer's attire is almost entirely of one colour, it's not the kind of eye-searing garishness favoured by American 'correctional facilities'. Instead, Scandal's clad in her customary black: flexibly stompy jungle boots, tight leggings, and a matching top visible beneath an unfastened biker's jacket. She checks momentarily, just inside the door… then makes the unusual choice of not only heading straight towards Harley, but smiling as she does so.
For the record, Doctor Pamela Isley hates coming to the Raft. Mainly because she spent way too much time here away from her plants, and now that she's made her deal with the government, she never finds a need to come back.
Well, okay, there's one reason, and she's currently balancing a pea on her nose at the moment. So Ivy is casually walking over towards Harley, a wry expression on her face, "And here I thought you'd be bored to death, darling." Her lips quirk into a bit of a fond smile as she regards Harley, her head tilting ever so slightly to the other woman approaching.
Harley is wearing one of those eye-searing outfits. She's cut and cropped her orange trousers into little shorts, and the top is tied off to show her middle (and all of its tattoos), with the sleeves rolled up besides. When not one, but two people enter, Harley looks over with the excitement of a dog seeing someone come up to the car it got left in. "RED!" Harley says, hopping up to stand on the table's bench. She has on Converses with no shoelaces. "Aw, you brought me whoever this is for our anniversary! How'd you even know it's what I wanted?!"
Laughing, Scandal flashes a grin, raising a hand in greeting. "Hi. I'm flattered that you think I'd make a good present," she cheerfully assures her team-mate. Her own accent is rather indeterminately *international* in tone, though definitely quite well-polished. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Quinzel."
Ivy chuckles softly, "Not my doing, I assure you, though I do have something for you." She glances curiously over at Scandal, raising an eyebrow at the vague accent, "Doctor Isley, but most people around here would call me Ivy." She flashes a smile towards Harley, "You're the only one I let call me Red." Don't ask what happened to anyone else that has tried.
Harley sways while standing on the bench, like she's got some song playing that only she can hear. She leans down to Ivy, keeping her eyes on Scandal. "Red," she murmurs, loud enough that Scandal can hear it. "I think she's tryin' to get us to play doctor with her! You wanna be primary care this time, an' I'll be the lusty anesthesiologist?"
"*That* outfit might persuade me to go along with it," the foreigner says with a swift grin for Pamela. "And I'm glad to make your acquaintance as well, Doctor Isley. Did I hear a hear a rumour about you joining the Thunderbolts? I'm another 'recruit' to the team, and thought that I should get around to introducing myself. On which note - I'm Scandal."
Ivy chuckles at Harley, giving her a light peck on the cheek, "Like you'd ever let me be the lusty anything." She then grins at Scandal, giving her a nod, "Technically, being on the Thunderbolts is part of my parole, but most of the time I'm in the Disaster Zone on my own to deal with the environmental damage there." She arches a brow at Scandal's introduction, "Scandal… an unusual name."
Harley hops down from the bench, approaching Sandal and giving her a look-over. "Scandal… an unusual name," she repeats. "Makes me wanna know if you're all-inclusive." She looks back over her shoulder at Ivy. "Can I keep her? I'll water her every day and make sure to obey the leash laws, puh-leeease~"
"Leash laws?", Scandal asks, arching one brow again. "And… for most of my childhood, I thought that it was just an exotic, foreign name. English wasn't one of the primary languages there, and it took some time for me to find out quite how *humorous* my father had decided to be. So, yes: a decidedly unusual name. But I was rather fond of it, by the time that I learned how English-speakers might respond."
Ivy chuckles, "I see." She grins wryly over at Harley, "And well, it depends on if she wants to be kept. Though I do suspect that she's the kind of woman that prefers to be in charge of things." She tilts her head slightly at Scandal, "Not that there's anything wrong with that at all, of course. I prefer that, anyway. And… well, it sounds like your father is a bit of a piece of work."
"It's okay, my parents named me Harleen," Harley shrugs. She paces in a circle around Scandal, still examining her. "And when you think about it, that's basically a form of abuse." She looks over at Ivy. "Come over on this side, check out her ass!"
"*That* is certainly true," Scandal wryly agrees with Ivy. "I sincerely hope that you never have the opportunity to find out quite how he works." Peering over one shoulder, she again arches a brow… then laughs and twitches her hips. "I'm glad you approve. Though I'm not sure I'm ready to dress quite like Doctor Isley."
Ivy chuckles, "This thing?" She gestures to her black and green bodysuit, "Much more conservative than what I used to wear when I was terrorizing the night." And hey, she's even got a white lab coat over it too, as she glances at Scandal, "And you can call me Ivy, if you like. While I did spend eight years at Evil Botantical School, I'm not that pretentious about it."
"Shoulda screwed more professors, red. How d'you think I got where I was so quickly?" Harley might be joking, or she might be telling the truth, or she might be joking AND telling the truth. She certainly was never the most scrupulous of pop-psych figures. Consider where he is NOW. She smacks Scandal on the rump as she crosses back over to Ivy's side, as casually as if she was pushing a door open. "Now, don't go gettin' any funny ideas, that was a show of support because we're teammates."
Scandal's eyes widen sharply in response to the slap… but she seems willing to tolerate it. Formally inclining her head, she finds another smile. "Ivy it is, then. And part of my own… rehabilitation has me registered with one of the local universities. Proof that I am earnestly committed to bettering myself. And free access to an impressive set of libraries, of course."
Ivy gives Harley a wry look, "I didn't screw them, I buried them. Well, the one that used me as an experiment anyway." She coughs a bit, then glances over at Scandal, "University? As a teacher, I'd presume?" Since Scandal seems old enough that a student seems unlikely anyway…
Harley lifts her arms up to lean on Ivy's shoulder without actually putting her weight down. Her body control and sense of balance are great for little things like that. While Ivy is speaking, Harley is whispering into her ear. "That thing is /rock hard/," she notes. "I think she's on steroids. I kinda wanna do steroids too if it'll get me an ass like that…"
"Oh, no. I'm a part-time student. Officially a 'mature student', I believe." Scandal cracks a rather impish grin. "It seems that the American authorities like the idea of me getting a degree from an American institution. So I'm taking the chance to study theories of conflict and social organisation." Whether she hears Harley might be unclear; at least for the time being, she's opting not to respond to the whispered commentary.
Ivy nods, "Yes, I haven't done too much teaching, sadly, though I wouldn't mind the opportunity." She chuckles, "The most the government would let me do was be one of the graders for a recent high school science fair. Which was nice enough, I suppose. But the public seems to think that I'll take over Central Park and thus, the WORLD!" She then cackles in a convincing supervillain fashion, before she snorts and shakes her head.
When Ivy laughs, Harley starts laughing too, and then she continues for a second too long, and abruptly stops, like she expected them to be laughing together for much longer. "I dunno if I like the idea of you hangin' around high schools, red," Harley notes. "I don't want my favorite flora gettin' tied up in all the weird stuff teens are probably into now. You save all your weird stuff for ME."
Scandal cough-laughs, then giggles as she shakes her head at the two doctors. "And would you be *interested* in taking over either Central Park or the world?", she asks curiously. "It sounds as if you might like to teach, at least."
Ivy shakes her head, "Take over the world? Well, no… not really. I mean, I'm certain I could do a better job than most, but that seems like a lot of work." She grins, "Central Park would be a nice gift for leaving government work, but I do tend to get… protective, of places I care about."
The loudspeaker clicks on. "QUINZEL. MEAL TIME'S OVER. REPORT BACK TO YOUR CELL." It clicks off. Harley lets out a loud sigh, like a kid who has to go to bed while it's still light out. "I gotta head out. If I loiter, they get out the shock-stick things. Anyway, Red, great seein' ya. Lemme know how this one is in the sack, okay?" She jerks a thumb in Scandal's direction, then kisses Ivy on the cheek. Few others would be so bold. "See ya!" And then she's heading away, almost skipping, in her modified orange prison togs.
"She's quite something, isn't she?", Scandal asks Ivy, head cocked as she watches Harley bounce off. Then she looks around, and smiles again. "It honestly was good to meet you," she quietly affirms.
Ivy chuckles, and glances over at Scandal, "Yes, she certainly is. I'm certain we'll be seeing each other again, sooner rather than later." She smiles, then turns and saunters off, hips swaying perfectly as she goes.