266/Star Trek III: The Search for Quinn

Star Trek III: The Search for Quinn
Date of Scene:	04 March 2020
Location:	New York
Synopsis:	The Quest for the Holy Quinn finishes this day......
Cast of Characters:	Pamela Isley, Harley Quinn

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Pamela Isley has posed:
Poison Ivy slinks into a shoddy and dubious looking book store on the West side of New York City. A blonde woman sits behind a counter smacking her gum and reading a magazine. She doesn't seem very interested in Poison Ivy as she steps up to the counter, "Excuse me, I was looking for someone," she begins.

The blonde woman has the thickest, blackest eye shadow ever put on a woman and eyes Ivy with a smack of her gum, "You know this is a book store right?" she asks.

"Doesn't seem like it," Ivy replies, "Is Mister Brain in today?"

"Ivy!" a big man calls from the back room, and he peeks through the curtain. He is dressed in a brown suit with a grey shirt and a fancy green/brown swirly tie, "I heard you were looking for someone. Let me guess---sorta pale, pink hair?" he asks, putting his hands to his temples as if trying to channel the answers. He looks comical as he waits for Ivy's response, maybe already knowing he's right.

"You're so smart, darling," Ivy says knowingly and smiles, "Since you know everything, can you tell me where she is?" she asks.

'Harley Quinn has posed:
The blonde glances up from her work at Ivy while she speaks to Mister Brain, but only pays casual attention to the conversation while popping her gum noisely. By contrast, the owner is a lot more helpful, "Yea... kind of. She's been spotted down in Brooklyn a couple times, which draws a whole heap of attention when her crazy ass goes hammer timing around fightin crime or whatever it is she's doin'."

Pamela Isley has posed:
Tilting her head, Poison Ivy looks dubiously at the thin blonde, whose work consists mainly of turning the page in her magazine. She smacks her gum. Ivy looks at Mister Brain, "Brain, don't judge Harley so harshly. She just needs encouragement...and support," she explains. Mister Brain nudges the blonde at the counter as he stands next to her, "Do somethin, will ya? I'm paying for this stuff," he comments. She puts her magazine down in a huff.

"Where in Brooklyn? Do you know?" Ivy asks Brain.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"If ya say so." He says with a shrug and picks at his teeth with the end of a pinky, "There's an old rollerderby rink down that'a way, she's been seen round there frequently with them big ass dogs'uh hers." The blonde snap-pops her gum in response to Mister Brain, continuing to look at her magazine lazily.

Pamela Isley has posed:
"Thanks Brain, knew I could count on you," Poison Ivy says with a wink at Mister Brain. She leans over the counter and trails her fingers under his chin as she says softly, "I'll see you again soon," she promises. Her green lips curl up into a smile and she slinks back so she can leave.

Poison Ivy climbs into a yellow taxi and sits on the green seats comfortably, putting on her Marilyn Monroe sunglasses and winter hat while the cab takes her to the roller derby. The hat is really, really green in color and sits atop her red hair. Once the cab gets there, Ivy heads up to the roller derby to see if she can find the mysterious Harley Quinn.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Why you yellin'!" It's Harley's distinct voice, which carries, as the pink/blue died blonde pigtails swish back and forth as she speed skates towards a rather big woman coming up in the oposite direction, 'Why are you goin' the wrong way?!' The woman shouts in response. The door to the roller derby rink is open to allow cool air from outside to drift in, all those close bodies creating an atmosphere of heat that boils like the surface of a pot of water.

The collision of the two women sounds like thunder. "Oh gawd, my boob... you headbutt me in the boob!" Harley, wearing short-shorts in black/red with a sports bra has her hair all bundled up beneath a helmet. Pink/black knee and elbow pads, and fingerless gloves. "HARLEY!" the couch shouts, "You /have/ to go the same direction as everyone else... we've COVERED this..."

Pamela Isley has posed:
The slinky Poison Ivy has made it into the crowded building in enough time to hear the shouting and look around for Harley. She tilts her chin and stands on her green tip-toes but still can't see the woman anywheres. Ivy then glances at the man shouting, "Did you say Harley, honey?" she asks him with a couple of slinks towards him, "I've been looking all over for her," she adds. With a cute little smile, Ivy starts teasing the man perhaps so she can manipulate or destroy his life later on. Who knows. "Maybe you should be a little nicer and she might listen," Ivy suggests.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley pushes up on her elbows, recognizing Ivy's voice, and hops to her feet in a rush of skating fury in the womans direction! "IVY!" Swishy swish swish of arms pumping on approach, it's abundently clear that she's not going to stop and/or slow down before colliding with her redheaded friend. The man the botinist is speaking with is smitten on first glance, but it doesn't last long before a blonde ball of crazy practically bowls right into her friend! Covering her, unless swat away, with an arm and leg hug that will almost certainly drop them both down onto the hardwood floor! "When did ya get here an' how long have ya been here? Did ya see me skatin'?!"

Pamela Isley has posed:
The habit of Ivy ambusing continues, and Poison Ivy tumbles to the floor with her dear friend. She hugs her arms around Harley as they flop onto the feet of the man she was talking to a moment before and Ivy looks up at him comically, "Excuse us," she tells him.

"I've been looking all over town for you, Harley. You had me so worried," Ivy tells her in a syrupy sad fashion, "I put aside sleep and all my chats with the trees to find you. I only stopped /once/ to protest for the environment. Really. Where have you been...?" she wonders.

The man above Harley and Ivy scratches his head as he peers at the famous Poison Ivy, maybe trying to place her.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I'm not gonna lie to ya, Ivy.." Harley says practically nose to nose with Pamela, "This is the closest I've been ta another person in months.. if there were a curtain ta pull, we prolly should.." She's teasing, of course, and smooches the pale-green womans nose before popping back up to her skates to do a small circling roll around Ivy, backwards. "Oh, here'n there.. mostly here.. also there.. I went back ta Arkham fer a few hours this week." Nonchallant, but that's not super unusual for her.

Still doing a small loop about her dearest friend from Gotham come visit.

"Ya went to a protest WITHOUT ME?! You harlot.. how am I even suppose ta feel about that? I unno... inside I'm kinna bubbly, on account of I'm a free woman-" Markedly unmanhunted. These folks even seem to know who she is! "But on the surface?! BOILIN' Mad..." She isn't, not even remotely. Unless it's the hatter form.. she's always a few cards short of a full deck.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Poison Ivy removes her Ultra Green <tm> little hat that was tussled by the Harley and utters, "Everyone seems to want to draw my curtains but only Harley sticks around," Ivy says to the man as she stands up next to him. She nudges him with her elbow, "Sorry, complicated metaphor," she says and then watches Harley as she is back on a roll.

"Yes dear, I'm sorry---I couldn't find you," Ivy tells her and then squints at her, "A free woman? Whatever do you mean...?" she wonders. She leans on the man next to her, "Oh, your boss knows who both of us are? How cute is that?" she snickers.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Yes, I always stick aroun'!" Harley says brightly, smiling her most luminesce and psychotic of smiles at the young man who is fidgeting away from the pair. The blondes attention is on Ivy in short haste, "Well, it's complicated, but in short... I'm a secret agent now." Bobbing her head definitively, grin not faltering an inch or wavering a bit.

"I got muh freedom on some kinna work visa or whatevah, I didn't really pay attention to what she was sayin'." Slow revolution around Ivy with a twirl that nearly topples her back onto the hardwood... Definitely need more skating practice!

"I unno if he knows who you are, but how couldn't he? I mean.. yer you an'.. ya know.." SHRUGS, hands up, palms to the ceiling. "He knows who I am, DON'TCHA CoACH!?" Croaking at him, "Yeah, you're the weakest link on my team..."

Pamela Isley has posed:
Poison Ivy swishes her hair back <SWISH SWISH> as she watches the man, "I guess you're right, he's smart, isn't he?" she asks. She slinks back toward him like a snake as he tries to escape, and pokes him in the chest playfully, "How about a little root beer huh? Coke?" she wonders, "One for each of us I think would be nice, don't you honey?" she asks and slides her hand over his cheek, down over his neck. The man bobs his head absently like he's lost all sense of who he is and trudges off to get drinks.

Poison Ivy turns back to Harley, "Such a good deal. A work visa huh? Interesting. What's the catch?" she asks her, "Did you read the fine print? There's always something in the fine print.". If Harley topples, Ivy will reach out and catch her because she's nice like that.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Two root beers coming up..." THhe fella is still smitten with Ivy, but he's clearly apprehensive of Harley. Makes sense, smart guy.

Harley waves her arms comically trying to keep her balance and does nearly topple until Ivy grabs hold of her arm, "Thanks!" Immediately returning to backwards skating around her friend.

"I unno, I'm sure there's somethin', there's always somethin'.. the alternative is spendin' like six life times in an insane asylum that weren't makin' me no better, though... so small price to pay, whatever it is." Pause, small circle, "I think there /was/ somethin' bout a bomb in my skull, though..." Thoughtful...

Then she shrugs and resumes skating, "Probably not important if I don't 'membah."

Pamela Isley has posed:
Poison Ivy raises her index finger with her painted green nail and says, "Well I think you're different. Something---hmm, something about you is different. Maybe you just don't know it," she suggests.

Ivy squints at Harley again, "What? A bomb in your brain? What do you mean a bomb in your brain?" she asks, "That's horrible!" she adds, looking worried for Harley, "You're not ticking right now are you?" she wonders.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I'm good Ha'lee.." Harley says with a magestic grin at her dear friend, half leaning and half falling against the railing around the rink, "I do good guy stuff now, jus' like I was sayin', only this time I aint gotta run away before the cops show up.. it's pretty cool!" She's excited about it, anyways.

"An' I'm outta ol' stuffy ass Gotham. Which is nice."

She shrugs at the question and concerns, "I unno.." Squinting one eye, the other rolls up as if she's looking into her brain and listening real hard, "I don't hear no tickin', so I must be alright... she mighta jus' been flubbin' to scare me. What kinda person would let another person walk around with a bomb in their noodle?" The clownette shrugs indifferently. Makes her no nevermind eitherway.

Pamela Isley has posed:
If Harley speeds by again, Ivy will pat her on the shoulders, "Good, I'm glad you're alright. Well then, my Quest is over. Ah good, the root beer," she states as her loyal man friend returns with the root beers. She offers one to Harley Quinn.

"I couldn't even protest without people thinking I was the evil Poison Ivy when I was /really/ the heroic Poison Ivy fighting for the Earth," Ivy tells her, "So now I'm jealous of your new job. Let's see, when was the last time I had a regular job..." she ponders, tapping her chin.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Regular job might be a bit of a stretch." Harley counters with a shrug, she's still not got a paying gig anywhere... but she's not sweating the small things, grinning at Ivy. "What's the difference between Evil Ivy an' good guy Ivy savin' the earth, tho?" She wonders, pushing off the railing to skate over and grab her own root beer, "Thanks!"

Drinking it down to the rattling ice in several quick sucking sips from the straw. The empty glass is held back out to the guy before he can even take a step away from her, "Refreshin'."

Pamela Isley has posed:
Poison Ivy takes a sip of the root beer, "Hmm, tastes like chlorophoro-carbons," she says and squints at the drink, "Are you sure there's no chlorophoro-carbons in this drink? Huh?" she asks the little man as he takes Harley's glass from her. He puts his hands up defensively and looks confused. Ivy narrows her eyes at him and then glances at Harley, "What? Oh--"

"Yes well, the evil Poison Ivy probably would have murdered and suffocated everyone--you know, immature stuff. I'm a much more heroic Poison Ivy now after talking it over with you," she indicates with a knowing nod of her head, "Alright, listen, I'm going to scam---I mean, I'm going go look at bungalows tomorrow. Care to come?" she asks.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley watches the interaction between Ivy and the young man with a back and forth turn of her head... back and forth... back and forth... back and on Ivy, where her atention stays, "Oh, well yeah, ya shouldn't suffocate nobody, if yer gonna be good.. except badguys, they can be suffocated, I guess." She's still new to this hero business.

Bless her heart.

"Sure! Where ya lookin' for Bungalows? I'm stayin' with a friend here in Brooklyn. She look't after Bud and Lou while I was turn't in.. I didn't ask her if she would first, though.. maybe I should'a." Thoughtful, glancing up at the ceiling... she shrugs and drops down on her butt to start taking off the skates.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Poison Ivy slinks over behind Harley and pats her on the head gently, "I was thinking uptown in the nice rent district---ahh, I wish I could afford it forever," she muses, looking off into the dumpy roller debry, watching a fat teenger bump a skinny teenager on the skate floor.

"So good, I'll send my pigeon or come by to find you, my dear," Ivy tells her, though it's hard to tell if she's joking about the pigeon part. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Okie dokie!" Harley beams a smile up at Ivy, waving her hand like a little kidd as her friend offers up farewells, "Jus'... not to close to Bud or Lou, huh? 'Membah when what's his face use to use rats an' Bud ate one of them, then he got all upset with me cus Bud ate his rat?"

Shaking her head, wistful sigh..

"He got so annnngry... ANYWAYS, Seeya Ivy!" She leans into a SUDDEN SURPRISE HUG and then begins skating back towards the other derby girls, "Put me back in coach, I'm fresh'n rested!"