18782/The new Team

The new Team
Date of Scene:	08 August 2024
Location:	The Narrows - Miagani Island
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Zatanna Zatara, Pamela Isley

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Harley Quinn has posed:
The Harley Hole!

A place so affectionately called by yours truly when Harley had this idea of creating a safe space for henches at some old fairground that's now been left to abandon for years. Turns out that idea didn't go great. But now there's a much better one going! The rehabilitation of the space to become the home of the Gotham Sirens, Gotham's new roller derby team.

That's what Harley has been talking about to both Harley and Zatanna, gesturing behind her to where a merry-go-round carousel has been tinkered with to resemble a sort of a roller derby rink. All very roughshod still of course. "Sooooo, we have decided we aren't gonna let Quellazaire win." and by 'we' she grins in Ivy's direction, showing what she means by that, "As such we are gonna make this new team be bigger, and better." she nodding her head, "I just have to take care of the small problem of financing it ..., but ..., I have a plan...!" and by the truly diabolical grin that's on her expression right now it must be *quite* the plan.

"But before all that, I need the uniform. I already have some designs but I need your input on how we can make them reaaallly stand out."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
The most magical Bird of Prey absolutely excels in wearing fishnets, with only a Ms. Lance as serious competition for who can show off her legs better in a pair. Dinah might have glorious gams but they aren't specifically insured for a six digit figure the way the burlesque princess of prestidigitation's are.

Harley's invitation earns the bespoke pair with little threaded sparkles and tiny leaves threading up the back of her legs, in honour of the season and probably Ivy. Her stage outfit would be ridiculous here, but a pretty pleated skort -- very tennis-core of her -- and bustier will suit. Her hands rest on her hips as she takes in the carousel in its current state, easily imagining the rink that Harley has constructed from it. "Quite the look. Did you do this all yourself?" No sneering there or no underhanded compliment offered on a forked tongue, she sounds fairly impressed.

With a tug on her black hair, she inadvertently sidesteps over a board and glances back at the grinning clownette. Right, dangerous. And how is Pamela taking the news?

"Do you have specific colours in mind? Or is it a free for all? "

Pamela Isley has posed:
Quellazaire.

Pam has a particular name for that one. One that she mutters softly when Harley glances towards Ivy.

"Bitch..."

Hey, Ivy has some strong feelings about that one.

There is also a glance over Pam's shoulder, which, if one is up on their Gotham City layout, would be the direction towards Robinson Park. The place that Ivy has taken for herself as a home of sorts. Those green eyes shift towards Harley. "You wouldn't have to have chosen this location for its proximity to the Park, is it? Merely coincidence that you had this here, I assume." The somewhat flat tone would suggest that Pamela has her suspicions. It would mean that it would be all the more difficult to say no to roller derby now.

Not that Ivy ever says no to Harley much.

"So. Gotham City Sirens. I will admit. Kinda like the name. So...as Zatanna said, you probably already have something in mind. Care to spill?"

Ivy is most certainly not dressed for roller derby. But, she is certainly dressed as one would expect Poison Ivy to look. Which is to say a green leather corset with matching green leather skirt. And no shoes, for the moment.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley may be perhaps a little mad (Just a little), but she's also brilliant. This is no coincidence that the Harley Hole is *right* next to Pam's Robinson Park. No excuses! And if Harley starts hanging in Gotham more again, well, she'd always prefer to stay closer to Ivy. Specially after that talk they had the other night, "Of course not! I mean, would a decrepit, rusty fairground just pop right next to your park with a snap of the fingers..?"

No, it wouldn't. But the selection process was *very* meticulous.

"Annyywaaaayyy, let's put your suspicions to rest Pammy, and focus on what really matters." she tells the two of them, wandering over to a large case and opening it. Within there's what seems to be, indeed, a suit. She brings it out, first a a pair of volleyball bikini top. A bit skimpy perhaps. But the shorty shorts that she brings out after is even worse. Lots of glam-sighting indeed. As for colors? Red, white and black.

"Sooo, what do you guys think eh?" she grins wide. "And so far the colors I was gonna go with these, but always open for suggestions!"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
They should all hang in Gotham more because New York is overcrowded and no one cool lives in Metropolis. No one.

Zee in particular looks with a raised eyebrow at Harley. Is that a gauntlet being thrown? Is it a terrible idea to even contemplate it as a gauntlet and not react, when maybe it's not that way at all?

"Decrepit fairgrounds aren't exactly what we're known for. But it's an improvement over another massive theme park with twenty acres of parking lots." Even the woman with the Vegas residency understands the value of open space. Her immaculately coiffured hair sways as she steps a little closer to Harley's case, prepared in case something might spring out of it with claws and nails and pyramid studs. The studs might be the most obvious. "Mmm. Red and black are a good choice."

She's holding back. Pam gets the first say.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Harley isn't the only person who is brilliant. Pamela wouldn't have brought up the 'coincidence' of the amusement park and the nature park being next door neighbors if she didn't already know the reasoning behind it. There is just a hint of a smirk as those green eyes level on Harley. "Sure..."

Yes...Pammy knows. And she is letting Harley knows she knows. Such a cute game they are playing.

But, back to business. Ivy turns her attention towards the case...and the uniform that she starts to pull out. "really, Harls. The other uniform was bad enough. How are you able to make a skimpy outfit even skimpier?" Still...there isn't a outright dislike. "I can see the color scheme. It is your team, after all, so the colors make sense." a beat as Ivy looks over more. "Those shorts leave nothing to the imagination, though."

Harley Quinn has posed:
That little 'sure' out of Pam has Harley offer her a toothy grin in return, along with a salacious little wink. Because hey, she can do -that- now. But back to business indeed! She waves the rather tight outfit about, grinning at Zatanna's approval of the colors, "I knew I liked ya for a reason, Zee.", a beat, "And I have my ways Pammy. When I get my focus on something I ain't stoppin' until it's done!" she laughing out loud.

"The skimpiness will help fill the stadium..." she looks around, "... I still need to figure the logistics of that... But we gonna do it here.." she stamps a foot on the ground.

A devilish look is given Ivy's way at those last words, "You say that as if it's a bad thing.." she shaking her head, "But .., I feel we are missing something on the outfit still. A certain je ne sais quoi to really make it the best freakin' roller derby outfit that the world has ever seen. Or hasn't seen, because damn, this is really skimpy, Pam.." she is starting to agree with the green lady.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Indeed, such a cute game if they didn't have the power between them to cause all kinds of headaches. Even Superman likes a world where the plants don't try to eat him.

Zatanna looks over the narrow fit of the volleyball top. She's hardly one to talk with her working outfit involving so little at times, though she isn't racing around a wooden bowl and trying to knock other women on their derrières. Oh, how different magic shows might be if they involved contact sports. Or not. Knives could be considered a contact sport.

"Back at you, doll." The compliment returned as fast as a South Korean badminton star is a zing, but she presses her hand to her hip. "My shorts are maybe two or three inches longer at most, and see how the full coverage in the back works better for actually moving? Something low cut has to be tugged up over the hip a great deal unless the front has enough elasticity or strength to hold up. And believe me. Most of them don't." Executing a small circle for them to see her fully, she comes to a halt. "Mmhmm, it is missing a certain something. I have a few thoughts. First."

She steps back and points to her chins. "Knee-high socks in blocked colours and designs, so they can be personalized, adding the colour motif and protection. You could get them with skates and imagine dark red, bits of black. Plus there's the tired trope of the school-girl fantasy and the sporty-girl fantasy wrapped up in one. Paired with those kneeguards, they could actually look flattering. Another choice is doing away with the shirt altogether and making it a one-piece leotard. You could go long-sleeved with a zipper running here," a finger points to her collar under her chin, "to somewhere past here," the soft part of the belly, "and that opens up a whole new choice of design. I wouldn't be the first to say you could do bathing suit cut and still be filling the stands. Now, add some illusion mesh or netting where the zipper is so when it's pulled down, you have a contrast colour in there. And it's less Olympian gymnast or synchro swimmer, and more hardcore out there. Plenty of room for sparks and cutouts as you find the need. Skimpy but flexing. "

Pamela Isley has posed:
Zatanna gets a blink or two of surprise from Pamela as Zee runs through suggestions and variations on the uniform. It shouldn't be that big of a surprise, considering the performance aspect of Zatanna's day job, but the fact that she was able to just rattle off such suggestions so quickly with only a modicum of consideration is impressive. Ivy was still processing considerations herself. It isn't like Pam is a stranger to sexually charged ensembles, given her former villainess nature of wearing little to nothing, but this is different. She doesn't necessarily want a stadium full of deviants trying to hit on her.

It wouldn't end up well. For the deviants.

"Sounds like Zatanna here has some ideas. As long as my particular assets do not fall out of whatever cloth you actually allow us to have will be okay." There is a bit of hesitation, then another observation. "I do like the idea of more, though. The one-piece is certainly do-able. And the personalization would be good. Imagine the marketing aspects, Harley."