1752/Woo ee ooo ee ooooh

Woo ee ooo ee ooooh
Date of Scene:	20 May 2020
Location:	April's Apartment
Synopsis:	Harley and April enjoy a bit of roomie time together. There's a talking plant, there's hyenas, and there's a movie with really questionable choices in how it ever got made!
Cast of Characters:	April O'Neil, Harley Quinn

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April O'Neil has posed:
April had been going primarily to work at the new studio since it had finished being setup. She still vanished into Manhattan once or twice a week for a job at Channel Six, but with her podcast taking off she didn't need C6 as much as she thought she would growing up. But life has changed in the past decade, and it's changed rapidly.

As of right now, April has been back to the apartment for about twenty minutes. She'd settled in to the living room and was seated on the edge of the coffee table with her stuff in one of the sofa chairs and a her ipad on her lap. Beside her on the coffee table is the talking plant Frank that Ivy left here.

April is showing the plant some of the podcast from today and the two of them are talking about it.

This is April's life now, she's having a conversation with a plant, while two Hyenas are eating the dinner she'd set out for them on the front landing after she walked them home from the studio's backyard that they sat in all day, soaking up the sunrays.

"No, no, she's an author for a tv show." April says to Frank. "She was one of the writers on Game of Thrones."

"Hopefully not the last season." Frank quips as his leafy limbs adjust to reach down and pick up a bit of food from his 'Bug Cup' that is filled with dried bugs.

"Don't be mean." April warns him with a smirk.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"It aint mean if it's true."

Harley Quinn, pausing for canned laughter and applause from the live studio audience watching, walks out of her room what use to be April's work station, but is now a shrine to all things... well... it's a shrine. It changes basically daily, like her whims. There is a picture of her and Power Girl on a bedside though! So it's totes personalized!

"Tha' season was what happens if ya paint ya'self into a coahnah wit no management means of escape... so ya take the only good thing ya had goin' foah the past two seasons, kill it off in thah foist two episodes, an' focus on incest being... eh.. mahginally acceptable." Wiggling her hand. She makes her way to the kitchen to grab something to eat out of the fridge.

Wearing shorts that are too short and a shirt that is too tight.

Hair all pulled back in a single ponytail.

She ruffles the boys heads on her way over to the couch, hops over the back, and settles down right next to April. "Whatcha doin?" Peering, all up in her roommates personal space while eating ice cream with her finger.

April O'Neil has posed:
"I definitely don't think you're wrong." April says to Harley on her summation there. "Except maybe about your sorta acceptance of incest." She smirks at the woman when she returns with ice cream.

This draws her eyes up from the ipad that Harley bought her and over to the roommate. "I made a new intro for the show today, and I was showing it to our lovely leafy friend here." She reaches over to pat the top of Frank's head, carefully, she doesn't want to damage the plant-thing.

She then tilts her head at Harley. "What have you been up to? Aren't you supposed to be at work? How's Karen doing?" April exhales and quietly murmurs. "The internet has ruined that name by the way... like it does everything."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I aint acceptin' incests, George RR Martin did... literally everyone who fuck't in tha' series was relate't somehow... cousins, brothers'n sisters, distant aunts... You name it, they was pluggin' uglies." Harley says this while sucking rockey road ice cream from her index finger, leaving a little brown stain beneath her fingernail that she doesn't really care about.

"Mmmm.. Hey Frank." Wiggling fingers at the leafy fellows face, "Hey crazy broad." The sentient floral arrangement says in return.

"I'm workin' from home this week cus Karen's in Metropolis at the head office.. I jus' ansah mah phone when peoples calls an' tha rest of the time it's Dead to Me an' Workin' Moms marathons on Netflix." More ice cream on her index finger, this time held out to April.

"Can I see tha intro?"

April O'Neil has posed:
A finger is swiped over the ipad to dial the video back to the start aned then she spins it around to show off the intro graphic. It has a little song that plays too. "IT's better than it was at least." April says with a smile before she glances over to the plant and then up toward the roof. "Have you seen Ivy lately?" She asks of Harley's friend.

The ice cream covered finger is stared at for a second, but if Harley's learned anything about April it's that she's got a small case of germa-phobe. She hesitates, but eventually comes to taste the ice cream off the finger. "Mmm... so good." She says with the ice cream still on her tongue so her words are a bit muffled.

After swallowing it, April hands the ipad to Harley. She stands up and starts toward the kitchen herself now, picking up her back and hanging it on the rack by the door with her hoodie going beside it. "If you swipe over to the next video you can see my footage of Killer Croc in the sewers fighting a frog that is a skateboard star. And a bunch of angry robots too. Was a fun night!"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Which is precisely why Harley hadn't really expected her to taste the ice cream! BUT SHE DID! This is what they call progress in the BUSINESS. Beaming, smiling literally from ear to ear, Harley finishes cleaning off her finger and accepts the ipad to lay in her lap.

Once she's sure she wont smudge little choccy smudgeries all over it, she swipes the video back and nestles in to watch, angling it so Frank can see it again. "Should show more of your gorgeous ass." The plant says unbashfully, "And by ass, I mean you should be naked."

"Frank.. what have I told you about testing the MPAA rating of live broadcasts?"

"Only do it if nobodies recording.."

"That's right.." Harley admonishes him, staring daggers for a second.. "Now appologize."

Frank turns to, literally, nobody "I apologize for my behavior and I in no way condon the flagrant mistreatment of women with scournful, unwelcomed sexual advances whether implied or comedic."

"Better."

Harley glances back over her shoulder, then down at the graphics. "Huh! When'chu go in tha sewahs? Is tha' why ya improvin' on ya germ aphobia cus ya was down theah playin' wit peoples poopy bullets?"

April O'Neil has posed:
"Well. To be fair." April says as she turns to the kitchen and then leans on the doorframe. "The New York sewers are a lot cleaner than people think they are. The... uh, main parts anyway. The side tunnels are hideiously filthy, as well as the under city that New York is built on top of. But I stay out of those sections. I don't wanna get shivved by a homeless person. Plus, I keep Lysol wipes on me at all times when I'm down there!" She grins in to the living room at Harley and at Frank. "Nice recovery, Leafy." She tells the animated plant.

She still has no idea how Frank is sentient and is frankly afraid to ask!

Into the kitchen she goes, the fridge door being opened and a big exhale escaping between her lips. "I'm ready to take a vacation though!" She calls out. "I wanna go lay on a beach somewhere and just sip a fruity alcoholic beverage!"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Thanks toots." Frank says to April, hoping down from his perch to return to his usual position over by the big window over the dining table. Which, purely incidentally, gives him a view of April.. And is in no way indicative of his intentions. No sir-ee Bob.

"Mmm.. me too." Harley agrees with that sentiment, running her finger along the inside of the pint of ice cream to suck a bit more from the dirty digit. "Ya know wha' we shoul't do? Is go to Hawaii, me'n you'n Ivy'n Power Girl.. jus' uh powah couple of ladies lookin' fine in ouah early ta mid twenties, cept Peej who is like 40 in Kryptonian... oah somethin', I don't know, they age weihd." Smacking on gooey ice cream.

"We shoul't plan that trip even if we don't go."

April O'Neil has posed:
When April returns to the living room, she's holding a bowl of ice cream since Harley got it triggered in her taste buds now. Damn that Rocky Road being so good! She walks over to the sofa chair she'd sat her stuff on and now sits down on the arm of it. "I went down into the sewers because I was tipped off about an underground skatepark where a lizard frog man was going to be doing a skating clinic." She says with a grin. "I wanted to talk about it on the show. I didn't know Killer Croc was gonna be there though. I took Terry with me, but... well, things got weird fast."

Spoon in bowl, sampling ice cream.

Full mouth. Chin tipped up while she talks.

"I don't even know where the robotfs camef fromf!" She swallows the melty treat down then. "They just attacked and then vanished. So there's robots in the sewers now to deal with too."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oh right! Ya did say ya ran inta Wayland." Harley says with a bobbing head nod, just writing it off as something that happens. She's had her fair share of encounters with the aforementioned Killer Croc, "He's kinna a sawfty aint'e? He'd be cute if'n he weren't all 'rawh imma eat ya an' pick my teefs wit ya bones!'.." Her Croc impression is not nearly as good as her Joker.

The mention of robots has her nodding as well. Fishing more rocky road out of the pint with her finger to suck off with it running way back in her throat near the sweet taste buds. Cus she's a doctor! DOCTOR DEEPTHROAT, FUCK YOU RATING.

"Everythin' gets real weihd when Terry's theah, he's a fuckin' five foot tall salmon colah'd house cat who creats pohtals..." Jazz hands, "Weihd."

April O'Neil has posed:
April laughs at the rundown of her cousin and she shakes her head at it. "Not that night." She tells her. "His mirror got slapped out of his hand in the dark and he wasn't able to turn into his Portal character." Vorpal. She got it wrong. Blame brain freeze. "But he did display some seriously impressive parkour, hoppin' across the heads of Robots like they were Goombas and he was a Brooklyn Plumber who ended up in a Mushroom Kingdom." She grins playfully over at the blond woman.

"But yeah, he does draw a lot of strange stuff doesn't he?" She shakes her head then and takes another spoonful. "I mean, I draw trouble, but it's usually Gwedo-type thugs. He like, legiterally draws 'weird stuff' as ya said." Spoon clink and April looks out to the front stoop where the Hyenas are laying down like a Ying Yang to one another, which makes her smile at them.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley follows April's glance backwards to gaze at the hyenas, grinning at them laying together, then grinning at April too. "So he needs a mirror to do his hocus pocus act? That's useful.. may wanna invest in a mirror shine't wrist-watch oah somethin'... maybe that woul'ta been a bettah gift than diamond encrest't undiepants?"

Food for thought. Christmas is only six months away.

"Well, at least he weren't completely useless down theah. Glad y'alls safe. Wish't ya let me knows ya was goin' ta see a skateboahdin' lizzahd. That sounds supah cool. Definitely could'ta scratch't that off my bucket list."

April O'Neil has posed:
April finishes her bowl of ice cream and leans forward to set it down on the table beside Frank, likely causing him to investigate the bowl. She looks over to Harley again and grins at her. "He had a little makeup mirror. It's kind of adorable seeing him whip it out to try to change into his 'super hero form'." She sighs softly then. "Everyone I know has one of those now, super hero identities. Well I mean... except Vernon. Unless 'Gross Man' is a super hero form." She grins as she drops down off of the arm of the chair and instead is now lounging on it with her right leg still hiked up on said arm of chair, at the knee, foot dangling.

"I'll take ya down there t'watch the skate events that go on. It's where the Turtles go to skate, though they have to wait until it's empty... Their... uh... dad... doesn't like them showing themselves off. He's old world Japanese. He thinks that if they show themselves, it'll give their enemies an advantage over them. Like how Batman hides his face, I guess, sort've."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I aint got no supah hero foahm." Harley points out, leaning over to nudge April with her shoulder. The half empty carton is closed and set down beside April's bowl, which means Harls has to lean way over the reporter, which means she ends up with her head resting on April's lap. Fussing with nothing, tugging at a a loose thread her eyes instantly went to.

"'Sept bein' supah awesome, which I is." She beams a smile, busily unravelling April's shirt. "I aint nevah been much of a skateboahdah, but I could take my skate down theah an' show them lizahd peoples what foah wit my wick't good moves." Teasing, mostly, actually probably not. She's been practicing.

Harley isn't much for the Super Hero world, honestly.

More just the not being a criminal world.

April O'Neil has posed:
April leans her head back and stares up at the ceiling as she listens to Harley talk and smirks at her words. "By the way. If seeing a 'Lizard skateboarder' is on your Bucket List. We really gotta start tweaking that list to a more reasonable level. Plus. I really need to /see/ this list just to gawk at the kind of entries you're putting on it. I mean my list has mundane stuff on it like 'Visit the Eiffel Tower.'"

A hand drops down then and pats that the top of the blond's head. "You get an itch up your butt to come up with a super hero identity and I have one hundred percent faith that you'll accomplish, HQ." She says her initials, cause it's fun like Headquarters. "You'll probably get an all new Super Suit with way too short shorts and a boob wind---" She cuts herself off. Karen. Oh right.

"I mean you'd look great in a super hero costume. Cape and everything!"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Ya mean like Peej?" Harley never misses a que to talk about Power Girls pillowy boobs, grinning like an idiot with her tongue poking out the front of her teeth. "Wha' a paih we'd make, eh? Both of us wit ouah jugs hangin' out lookin' like a pro-titty parade?" She jostles, turning over on her side with her hands pillowing against her cheek. Facing out away from April's belly.

"I coul't be Supah Clown.. no wait, tha' Harlequin of HOPE... Yeeeeaaah! Heah I come ta get gaffaws!" wiggling her almost bare ass as she sing songs in her bad sing songy voice. "Wit' my whoopy cushion'uh justice, eh? Badguys bewahe.. Tha Harlequin of Hope is heah to rain smiles on ya nerdowellery!"

Wooooooosh sound, fist out, like she flying.. only sideways.

April O'Neil has posed:
All of this collectively makes April laugh softly, chuckle really, at the display and words that Harley shows off. She slow nods to it and reaches a hand down to tug gently on one of the woman's pig tails. "I think you just came up with a new name for your social media presence. Harley of Hope." She got it wrong! Don't blame her! Or do.

The television is on, the poor thing rarely ever gets shut off really, and April reaches for the remote on the table beside the chair. She gathers it up and starts flipping channels. Basic cable. Bleh. Reality shows with annoying people. Commercials that are 50% louder in volume than the television programs, old movies from the 90s that are way better than modern movies. Oh look, some YA Movies about a bunch of beautiful teenagers who are 'in trouble together' and only the 'hottest ones have all the answers'.

April leaves it on that.

"So super hero capes, a trip to Hawaii, and a lizard skateboarder. This is all on our to-do-list now. We're gettin' stuff done tonight, Quinn."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Harley of Hope... Ya mean ya don't like Whole Ass Harley?" Harley wonders with a smirk up at April, specifically when her pigtail is tugged. With channel flips, she rolls to rest her cheek on her knuckles. Hands together against the other womans thigh.

"We'ah like real adults ovah heah figguh'n out the whats and the whys of this wohld..." She paraphrases. Snort laughing at the title of the show. "Ya know, I could totally be on this show? I got way bettah abs than hu'... an' I'm way bettah at solvin' stuff wit my education an' natural mental aptitude. Why, I'm a regulah sevant! I shoul'ta been a detective instead of a brain doctah."

April O'Neil has posed:
April laughs and shakes her head. "I like Whole Ass Harley." She defends herself, and that title. "It shows that you're putting in maximum effort. But admittedly, when I first read it, it reminded me of what TV commercials used to say when trying to sell cereal to children. 'Part of this completely breakfast'. Which I am not saying that your whole ass is breakfast, I mean, that'd be weird too." She shakes her head and whimpers. "I don't know, my brain is odd! Don't judge me!"

The reporter raises up the remote and presses a button to bring the Guide up. "Traveler's Stone: A group of young adults embark upon a voyage to a far away land after they stumble across a dating app that is searching for only the bravest, and hottest--" She groans. "To enter a world where one is ... socially ranked upon their bone structure and the number of heartbeats that their 'winning smiles' elicit from all around them? What the hell is this movie."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Don't knock't til ya try it.. We milennials has made a big show of eatin' the whole ass." Harley never misses a beat, grinning despite facing kind of away from April where she's laying in the others lap.. Reading along with with Apes as she reads the synapsis of the show aloud.

"Oh man, I membah a porno like this back'n college, only tha datin' app was lookin' foah hookups an' the bone structure was foah grades." Pointy wiggly finger at the screen, "Let's watch't! I prolly know some'uh them girls! Was prolly my entire sorority!" Ya learn something new every day.

Because how couldn't Harley have been in a sorority?