10392/Hello April, I'm your roommate

Hello April, I'm your roommate
Date of Scene:	08 March 2022
Location:	Rooftop - Sunny Rose Antiques Store
Synopsis:	Ivy moves onto April's roof. April was not told prior.
Cast of Characters:	Pamela Isley, April O'Neil

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Pamela Isley has posed:
Pam had already started establishing her dominace upon the roof. The garden growing over the sides of the walls, long vines dangling down nearly to cover some of the windows in the preverbial jungle that Ivy has created atop the apartment.

She does not, however, have a great deal of belongings. Some changes of clothes, which she keeps in a wooden container created by thickly coiled roots, and a coffee mug. She steps down from the roof wearing a leafy bathrobe. Hair hanging red and wet down the center of her back as she pads barefoot towards April's kitchen as if this is totally normal.

April O'Neil has posed:
April is in the kitchen with a kettle of tea on the stove steaming. She's standing there with her phone up to the side of her head. She's wearing a white and black tshirt with the logo of a local band across her chest, and a pair of short gym shorts of a yellow and white color.

"Uh huh." April says in to the phone, her free hand on her hip. "So you want me to cover for someone who is 'sick', when in actuality we all know he's just meeting up with his mistress at some sleezy hotel?" She asks whomever is on the other end of the line.

"No no, I'll do it. Whatever. I'm the trampoline girl, but I seem to cover all the shifts for everyone else..."

April turns her head when she sees Ivy, then does a double take. "Uh... Clare, I gotta go. Somethin's come up."

Little silly bell noise as the smart phone hangs up.... god old timey phones were far more fun to hang up!

"Ivy? You're... looking very ... settled in!" April says with a little laugh then.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Ivy misses slaming a phone on someone who irritates her. There's something cathartic about it, that act of violence that transfers into whoever caused the frustration. Now? Now all she can do is crush her cellphone and scream in fury. And she goes through a lot of phones that way...

She heard April's conversation, and turns to look at her as she passes, but doesn't say anything. She has given a standing invitation that she'll go bring down that natural abomination anytime April wishes... Now she needs coffee.

"It's raining." As if this explains everything. That probably means Ivy was laying in the rain... as she does.

"Coffee?"

April O'Neil has posed:
April puts her phone down on the table as Ivy strides on inside the kitchen. She shows a faint smile at the woman before motioning to the stove. "I'm making tea. I hope... that's okay." Tea leaves? It's hard to know what is against Ivy's beliefs...

"But yeah, coffee would be good too. It's pretty cold out still, though hey, it's almost spring, right?" She asks with a awkward smile. "That's a big time of year for you, I'd imagine!" Haha.... awww, April is trying so hard to relate!

She folds her arms over her stomach and sits back against the edge of the table.

"No word from Harley. I assume whatever assignment they have her on, it must be a big one..."

Pamela Isley has posed:
Ivy snorts and adopts a little smirk at April's apprehensive question, "Yes, they are one of natures many bounties. So long as it's not that lipstons pre-bagged bullshit. That's not tea. That's processed philistine brown water pawned off as tea." She pours herself some coffee, but doesn't add anything to the mug other than the black liquid.

She pulls another mug and pours one for April, then holds it out. One of the reporters house plants grows rapidly to grip the mug and then out to give it to April. All in the space of a few seconds. It wraps around Ivy's leg once it returns, running up and down her ankle affectionately.

Sip.

"She'll be fine. Harls' is a tough girl. I saw to it personally."

April O'Neil has posed:
April smirks at this then takes the pot off the burner and shuts it off as she sets it aside. She takes the cup and smiles softly. "Thanks." She says then as she walks over to the table to sit down on one of the chairs that was already pulled out.

"You did, huh?" She asks the Pam of Pams.

A sip is taken of the drink then as she eyes the house plant, and shows a quick smile at that before she looks up at the woman again.

"I'm glad you're looking out for her in ways I can't. I guess I hadn't realized how used to havin' her around I'd gotten in the past couple years. She.... ah... helped me pull away from work, and have a bit of fun, you know?" She asks as she sips the drink again.

"What about you?" April asks then. "Got any big plans coming up?"

Pamela Isley has posed:
"I did." Ivy says matter of factly, sipping from her mug. The plant unwraps from around her ankle and shrinks back into the pot to something akin to normalcy, for whatever that's worth in this apartment. She turns to rest her hip, covered in a robe made of leaves and vines, that somehow still looks fairly comfortable, "She has that effect on people."

Her green eyes look down into her mug now held in both hands.

"It's good." As if she feels like she should say something else, she's not very vocal most of the time. "I heard some of your conversation, it sounds like you need someone to give you more backbone. Unless you are struggling for money? Which I doubt..." She looks around at the apartment, "It sounds like you're struggling from an inability to tell the people you work for to go fuck themselves."

She sips more of her coffee and stares at April, "Me? Oh... nothing. I was living on an asteroid. Which, in retrospect, is so far from Earth... I don't know how I could have possibly parsed that in my mind."

April O'Neil has posed:
April pulls her left leg up on to the chair to just perch it there while she leans back, and listens to Ivy. She grins a little. "Well..." She starts. "Being 'on air' does help get my face out there, my name out there. Every time I cover for someone, it does benefit me. I get like... a greater chance of people finding me online, and joining the place where I can really get the truth out there. So the tv gig, as archaic as television is these days... still helps in some ways. Nevermind that most people who watch tv still, probably can't operate a device that gets them anywhere online, but hey."

She shrugs her shoulders then before another sip of the coffee is had. The comment about the asteroid has her laughing, which makes her nearly spit up on herself. She lowers the cup and dabs at her chin with her left hand fingertips. "You know... I was curious about that. I assumed you were turning the ... space rock, in to a very nice green... space rock.... Hey, vacations are nice though, right? Harley and I went to freaking Themyscira.... I still dream about that vacation. My god... April O'Neil, on Themyscira!"

Pamela Isley has posed:
"Does it really though?" Ivy wonders with a dubious expression when April says that it gets her name out there. She motions with her mug and a nod, when she herself explains how that's unlikely to be true. If for no other reason than most people only have the brain cells for a television or the internet...

"In a manner of speaking, I suppose I did. I do not speak out of turn when I say this, but the act of seperating yourself completely from civilization is not a means by which anyone ever proves they are equal to others. It's self imposed segregation. Mutants living on a space station is to 'equality' what 'taking our ball and going home' is to getting along at recess."

Vacations, however. "I'd have preferred the Amazon."

April O'Neil has posed:
April just smirks softly as she wiggles her toes on the foot she has up on the edge of the kitchen chair. "I'll quit the tv gig someday. Probably not even that far away. It's just... partly nostalgia for me." She notes before sipping the drink again and staring distantly across the room.

Her eyes go back to Ivy when the Amazon is mentioned. "You know, I was debating the Reporter lifestyle, versus the lifestyle of an Archaeologist in college? I very nearly went with that instead. Far away places, like the Amazon, fascinate me. Plus, ancient civilizations, and the true origins of us all... It..." She shakes her head as she draws in a breath, then lets it back out slowly again. "Fascinates me. 'The Truth' can be found in both reporting on ... crooked companies, or on researching where we all got our start on this floating rock."

She refocuses her blue eyes on Ivy's own. A smile touches her pink lips again. "I'm rambling. The Amazon would be a great place to visit. If you ever go, take me with you?"

Pamela Isley has posed:
"Ahhh the answer to the immortal question, where do we come from." Ivy waves her mug in a slow circle, then brings it up for a sip, "Where are we going, where have we been. The trials and tribulations and everything inbetween." Thank you Doc Brown. She smirks and shakes her head, "It's rather quite simple, but I wont bore you with my hate-on for humanity and how they rape the land like two bit thugs looking for loose change in Mother Natures ample bossom."

Or maybe she will.

Either way, she nods to the request. "If I ever go, and I probably will, I'll bring you and Harley both. Though we'll have to keep an eye on her.. she'll try to smoke all the vines thinking it's weed." It is a known fact that Ivy has the best pot, though. So who could blame the poor clown girl?

April O'Neil has posed:
The bit about Harley has April laughing softly again. She nods to the words too. "I absolutely believe that." She says before looking over to Ivy. "Don't worry, I'm sure she likes you for more than just your pot." She teases the leafy woman. April stands up then. "Just like she likes me for more than just my.... Uh... Okay. I dunno why she likes me at all." April laughs softly again before she heads toward the living room, and glances over her shoulder at Ivy.

"When she gets back though, we should all go out and do something. Get outta the house, now that the weather is gonna get nicer soon. ish."

She tucks a foot under herself and drops down on the sofa where her laptop was waiting for her.

"Especially if you're gonna be closer now, and away from your weird space asteroid thing!"

Pamela Isley has posed:
Ivy finishes her coffee and uses just enough water to clean out the residue. She's very specific about these things, see. Once it's wiped dry, she sets it down on the counter and smiles at April's joke. At least she tries to smile. "If I had to guess it's because you offer a form of stability with no strings attached. Your friendship isn't hinged upon her providing anything for you, like so many of her relationships in the past have been. You, like myself, only wish for her to be herself. Quirky as she may be... and you acknowledge that she isn't some object to be owned or controlled."

Her green fingers drum the counter.

"It is quite lovely, the rain. Soon it will be April- hah - and the rain season will begin in ernest." Spring, after all, is the season of love. "It is very likely I will get far more affectionate during the coming months. Do not take this as an oddity. It's part of the cycle of life." She's a woman, sure, but she's a plant woman. She has to obey natures laws just like any tree.

"I would enjoy that. Going out.. doing something. Preferably in nature, but I suppose I could go to a 'club'..."

April O'Neil has posed:
A glance is given to her work e-mail on her laptop before she just looks to Pam after she's joined in the living room. She listens to the other woman and shows a slight smile. "Hey. Spring is the time to spread those leaves and let the sun in." She says, though her own wording feels a bit internally awkward after she says it. "And! How you speak of Harley, that makes a lot of sense. She had an even worse upbringing than I did, and I used to think I had it really bad."

April leans forward then to set her laptop on the table before she picks up her water bottle and places it in her lap.

"I'll make sure to find us the best outdoor events to go to this Spring." She then says with a big grin for the green one.

Pamela Isley has posed:
"Spread those leaves and let the sun in." Ivy repeats that, shoulders rumbling with a quiet laugh that almost makes it to her red lips, "Darling... simply, darling." She too looks towards April's work laptop with a raised brow, "You sure you don't want me to respond to one of these emails? I assure you they'll think twice before interrupting your afternoon off..." The offer is out there now. Like her adoration of Harley.

"So long as you do not see her as broken, she's relatively easy to get along with. You can't fix her..." She turns her palm over in a shrug, "Because she's already perfect." She pads, still barefoot, towards the stairs leading up to the roof.

"I look forward to it. I have moved my things to the roof, if you need me. I'll try to wear more clothes when I know someone is home, but it'll be difficult when it's raining." She shrugs, hands out. Plant girl gonna plant.

April O'Neil has posed:
The question about responding to some of her e-mails has April laughing softly. "I'll handle it, don't worry. I'm sure someday I'll send e-mails like that, but I'm not quite there yet." She says while staring at the screen now. The comments about Harley has her smiling, and she looks up to the fleeing Ivy.

"You're right, she is. Though.... I wouldn't mind it if she were a little cleaner in the restroom." She chides the woman's words some.

"And don't worry, be you while you're here. I'm sure Casey, the 'guys' and whomever else that happens by will just make due with what they see of you, Miss Ivy. We all like what we see anyway. So fear not!"

Pamela Isley has posed:
"I've tried to improve her diet." Ivy says of how clean (or not) Harley is in the bathroom, smirking. She pauses at the door and turns to regard April with a perked brow, "Careful, little April. I get far more than affectionate in spring." The teasing threat thrown up, she wiggles her fingers and lets her get back to work.

Sliding out of her robe as she ascends towards the roof and the welcome chilly touch of rain spilling upon her as she comes back out into natures wet embrace.