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April Ivy
Date of Scene: 26 October 2021
Location: April and Harley's Apartment.
Synopsis: Ivy comes over to hangout with April
Cast of Characters: April O'Neil, Pamela Isley




April O'Neil has posed:
Once the two had set the evening up over the phone, April had gotten stuff ready. She knew Ivy was one of Harley's friends, but Harley was out for the night. The Hyenas were with Harley too... whatever the three of them were up to!

She did her best to clean the place up a bit, but with the two eccentric women living here, along with two Hyenas... its a big chore. There are all kinds of zeny things laying around that she tries to pick up and stow away. There's even a brand new (very old) Amazon sword hanging on the wall on its own new plaque, shining and beautiful. But that's just one of many things in this randomly decorated apartment.

April herself is steping out of her bedroom and zipping her bright yellow hoodie up over a white tshirt that has Star Wars art printed on the chest, a pair of jeans with the knees cut up and some simple yellow and white tennis shoes. She's falling on to the sofa and flipping the television on... her phone soon to be dropped on her lap as she crosses her legs at the knees.

The apartment is reached via a stairwell that has an outside door to the alleyway that Ivy would know an d remember. So one outside door and then a small staircase up to the apartment landing where the apartment front door is located, which is conveniently open right now for the expected guest to come in!

Pamela Isley has posed:
Ivy's not all nerves. She's only mostly kind of sort of nerves. But she's managed to hide most of it, or at least, managed to pass herself off as 'gruffly in a hurry' stopping off to pick up a couple of bottles of wine before heading for the apartment.

If anyone _was_ following Ivy, surely she'd notice them, or the plants in the area would and would tip her off... instead, she's probably just enduring lots of whispered sarcasm from the plants about how she keeps looking over her shoulder like she's in a spy movie. After all, that could be ane pale redhead wandering down the street, not necessarily a reformed eco-terrorist.

It's once she's safely into the building and heading up the stairs to the landing and the front door that she exhales a sigh so loud April might very well hear it before Pam's footsteps. But as she ascends, she finds herself relaxing, working open the long coat she wore against possible bad weather, she's dressed down, a pair of black leggings and a plain, almost threadbare green t-shirt that's well worn and beyond comfortable. It's a few shades darker than her natural green skintone, which is gradually beginning to reassert itself after her time out in public. She knocks on the already open door calling out, "Poison Ivy's good time wine delivery serviiiice! Are you ready for the fun to begin?!"

Nervous about this or not, Pamela's voice practically drips good cheer, she just can't help it. Things are just too not awful for her to completely resist and apply a good layer of surliness lately.

April O'Neil has posed:
April is texting when Ivy arrives. She's writing a response to a tweet that someone had written about her last podcast. But the arrival of the guest has her looking up and a big smile forming on her lips as she sits there on the comfy looking sofa that is draped over by several fleece blankets and knit quilts. "Hey there. Welcome, and please do come in. I am very ready for the fun." She says as she sets her phone aside on the arm of the sofa then moves to stand up. "I tried to contact Harley but she is... I dunno... tied up tonight, I guess." Lets hope not for real!

The young reporter tugs her hoodie down some around her hips as she stands and walks over to Ivy. "How have you been? Its been forever... it feels like anyway..." April says as she shuts the apartment door now that Ivy has arrived. She turns to face her then and looks at what she's brought.

"Oh my, are we doing some mid week drinking tonight?" She asks with a little laugh following her words as she folds her arms over her stomach rumpling the fabric of her hoodie and tshirt beneath.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pam shakes her head with a laugh, "Well, I didn't hear any explosions in the distance on my way, so I imagine she's just... you know, busy with one of those Harley things. The ones that don't explode." She shrugs lightly and smiles crookedly, "Really, I'm sure she's fine."

Pam slips out of her shoes, sensible flats... and reveals a pair of pink and white striped ankle socks. Not exactly villain chic, but then, she's not a villain anymore! She thinks. Maybe.

She sighs out and shrugs lightly, lifting both hands up, each cradling a bottle of wine, one red and one white, "I uhhh... figured we'd probably do a little? I mean, you know, a responsible amount. And it does feel like it's been forever! I think I was just kind of in a weird headspace. Really alone, but... I'm trying to be better." She shrugs lightly and grins, "Plus, you know, if you do mid-week drinking with a friend, it's a party, and not the beginnings of alcohol dependancy, so... party!"

April O'Neil has posed:
April reaches for the white wine first and grins at Ivy. "I'm glad you're doing better." She says then before putting a hand on the woman's elbow. "You're always welcome here if you need a place to unwind. I could use the help with the three Hyenas." Yes, she said it!

April will take the bottle and start to backstep toward the kitchen. "We need some glasses for these, I think. I plan to drink up both of those bottles, so lets get it going, shall we?" She says on her way before turning around to walk in to the kitchen. Once within she opens the cabinets to get at her drinking glasses.

"Are you back in Gotham now?" She asks from there-in. "You're still invited to make a fancy garden up on the roof. I have my puny one up there, but I'm not great at it. I try... My mother was an amazing gardener....""

April sets out two glasses and starts to serve them both before turning to offer one to Ivy with a big smile.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pamela laughs softly, shaking her head slowly, there's a brief little wave of tension at that touch, but she relaxes with a slow, calming breath... and perks her eyebrows, "Well, I mean, hey, only one of the three talks, right? So that's... good?"

She doesn't sound _entirely_ sure about it, but still.

She follows along into the kitchen and nods her head with a low sigh, "Yeah, I'm... back in Gotham and also not? I mean, I'm back, but also I've started uhh... working with a group kind of? Not, you know, the old kind of work, strictly activism and public relations stuff, and don't worry I'll give your plants a little pep talk! I won't even ask them for the neighborhood gossip or anything."

Ivy's eyebrows perk, lips curving in a grin... it's a kidding grin, right? Whatever it is, she settles the second bottle onto the table and takes that offered glass with a wide smile, "I mean, I also only bought two bottles because I figured I didn't remember what you liked... but I guess we can drink both and be _sophisticated_! I haven't got anything planned for tomorrow but some interior decorating."

She lifts her glass in a little toast, "So here's to mid-week drink night!"

April O'Neil has posed:
April laughs a little about the Hyena joke. "Oh, she's still trying to teach them how to talk. I catch her on the sofa trying to use sausages to train B and L how to speak. They just do their weird laughing noises though." She responds with a grin before the two share a toast. "Sounds like a plan to me then." The upbeat young reporter says before tipping her glass back to sip from it.

"Mmm... delicious." She says upon lowering it again. "Wanna order some take out?" She asks next before stepping back toward the living room. "Come on, lets get more comfortable, the kitchen chairs are the worst." She says with a grin before leading the way to the sofa and sofa chairs in the living area.

"So you moved in to a new place too and are decorating it now? Once you got it up and going you're gonna have to have us over, you know? Party at Ivy's...." April grins as she sits back down where she was when the other woman arrived.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pam laughs softly and shakes her head, "I swear, one day they're going to learn to speak and just keep it quiet so she'll keep doing that." She rolls her eyes and snorts, sighing out, hand not holding her wine glass clasping her elbow as her eyebrows perk up as she sips.

"Oh! Well, I'm not going to turn down food to go with the wine. Are you in the mood for something?" She swings in behind her hostess to follow on to the sofa, humming softly, shrugging and sighing, "Okay, this is like... on background? Off the record? Whatever. I kind of met up with someone from the Brotherhood of Mutants and got to talking about... how our views mesh. How our goals were similar, but they're less... militant than before"

She shrugs her shoulders and sighs heavily, "And, I mean, it's not like my militant ways changed much of anything. And with Harley being more..."

She trails off for a loooong moment, brow furrowing, teeth worrying her lower lip, "Responsible? Socially conscious in her efforts? I don't know, whatever, I just thought... maybe I could do more as part of something bigger. And maybe with less killing more people would sit up and listen and realize how dire the situation is with the environment."

She snorts softly and looks around, "I mean, my entire place is about the size of this room, but I think I'm allowed to have guests. You ever been to space before? There's gravity, so it's... uhh... not actually that wondrous unless you look out the windows."

April O'Neil has posed:
"There's a place down the street that delivers some really good toasted sub sandwiches. Not a chain, a mom and pop kinda place." April moves to pull it up on her phone to show the menu off. She listens to Ivy's revelation of changing her ways, with the Brotherhood. It makes the auburn haired woman in yellow look over at her again. "I've watched some of the news about them lately. I saw the thing online where Mystique surrendered to Wonder Woman. Similarly to how Harley did a couple years ago.... I think that was a wise decision on her part. I just... dunno... Mystique seems more dangerous to me than Harley ever did, ya know? Maybe its how her mutation works though. Its pretty freakin' scary. I've heard she can completely replicate someone instantly, even their clothing.... What would you do if you could literally be anyone?" She asks that last part with a shake of her head.

She offers her phone to Ivy then. "Here's the list of food, we could get any of that up here pretty quick." She says with a soft smile before sweeping her long dark hair back behind her ears with one hand while the other gives her a sip of that wine again.

"I'm glad you're giving this a shot though. I think a lot of the population is on your side about a push for environmental changes. I mean heck, a lot has changed in the past twenty years, even if its as slow as a Titanic trying to avoid an ice berg...."

She shakes her head at the space thing though. "I've never been to space, no. I did go somewhere neat though recently." She points behind her on the wall above the sofa. "Harley and I just got back from Themyscira.... of all freakin' places..." She states with a big smile.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pamela laughs softly and nods, "Yeah, Mystique is... something. I mean, I didn't see her use her power to mimic anyone or anything."

Sure, they _discussed_ it as an alternate tactic to ruining corrupt CEOs to Ivy's normal 'Hey, what if this giant plant ate you?' scheme, but still.

Her shoulders shrug lightly, "But she's got this... charisma around her. She just screams danger, but she's just so cool and casual about it." She snorts softly, "Which I'll admit I didn't consider probably says something bad if one of the world's most dangerous women is what it takes for me to consider _not_ using violence..."

She browses the menu and murmurs out, "Oh... breaded fried mushrooms? That's a guilty pleasure for sure... veggie pizza sub?" Her eyebrows lift, her gaze slowly tracking and she whistles out, eying the sword, "Oh... jeeze, that looks like something you get in a video game for doing a sidequest... like, if you say the right words can you summon a dragon?"

Her eyebrows perk and she snickers softly, "That's... good, I'm sure. Wonder Woman seems like she's probably a calming influence on Harls. Plus, I mean, I've heard it's also called Paradise Island, so hey, probably just a great place to visit just factoring in the weather, no?

April O'Neil has posed:
April grins at this as she uses her phone to place the order for what they both want. "It really was a dream island. I can't describe it with mere weak world words..." She trails off there and then. Once the order is placed she sets her phone aside and leans back on the sofa to look toward Ivy. "I did not get a chance to meet Wonder Woman while there. But I did meet the Queen and ... just about everyone else. They're a story book kind of society. The kind of thing you ... see in the movies, I guess. Lord of the Rings, but for real?" She shakes her head gently in thought.

A quick small smile is sent to Pam then though. "Space is nothing to shake a finger at, however." She flashes a grin. "I bet that view up there is astounding... You'll have to swing it so a little nobody like me can come up and visit the place. Though I dunno if they want a nosey reporter poking around up there. Even if the Brotherhood is wholely good now, it just ... who knows. I ask a lot of questions, flap my lips and get myself in trouble... I got shot last month!" April says as she sits up straight and lifts her hoodie and shirt up to show off the side of her left hip above her jeans. "Look at that!" She says of a scar still visible with a streak across her skin. Doesn't look like the bullet went in, just grazed her though.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pam draws her knees up as she sinks back into the corner of the couch with a little grin, bobbing her head, continuing to take little sips at her wine... pacing, it really. After all, it's proper to wait for the food to arrive before getting down to _drinking_ drinking.

She snorts out and grins, "Oh, I'm sure if I promise not to tell you any secrets... I mean, hell, I don't have any secrets _to_ tell, I haven't even been to like... a meeting or whatever yet." She snorts and grins, "And oh darn, didn't get to meet Wonder Woman, just magicla royalty and everyone else, and enjoy the scenery... well, you'll at least have a goal for going back again then!"

She rolls her eyes and winks, "And besides, they let me join when it's pretty public I know Harley, so they must be used to at least _some_ level of people asking questions. And besides, I can just show you the garden, and the view from it, and like... I dunno, my room? It's only half decorated."

Her eyes widen as that shirt and hoodie rise up and she gasps softly, mouth falling open, her jaw setting slightly, "I... you... why? Did they catch who did it?" She frowns and points a finger, "You aren't supposed to be _proud_ of getting shot... wait, are reporters _danger junkies_?"

April O'Neil has posed:
April lets the hoodie drop back down after a moment and just sits back on the sofa once more. "It was in way worse shape until the Themyscirans fixed it up for me. They said it would've healed entirely if I gave it a little more time in their healing pools. But I didn't want to spend my whole trip there in ... okay. I kinda did. But I knew I shouldn't." She says with a grin toward Pam. Another sip of her drink is taken then as she doesn't seem concerned with drinking before the food arrives.

"I helped take down a money laundering business last summer.... Some'a those assholes came to 'get me' for my part in it. But... well... do you know who Frank Castle is?" She asks then. "The Punisher? He found out they took me and came and just... shot the whole effing place up. He shot them all dead and took me out of the backroom that they had me locked up in. but... one of them grazed me in the fire fight..."

She sighs then and shakes her head. "It was a mess. But without Frank, I don't know where I'd be right now. Truthfully." Another sip of the wine is had. She grins softly at Pam. "It's possible I have a bit of a adrenaline junky chaser in me... I hate to admit it, but the stuff I've been through the past few years? Its kinda brought that side outta me, you know?"

She draws one leg up on to the sofa then. "But yes, I'd love to visit this space home of yours now. I'm sure Harls would too."

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pamela follows April's lead, or at least, to a degree tries to catch up with a few healthier drinks, "Oh, yeah, I mean, you don't want to spend the _entire_ trip in the magic healing pool. You probably barely get to meet anyone then!" She grins crookedly and sighs softly, "I mean, as long as it healed you up enough you're not in danger of anything."

She lets out a low little whistle and nods her head, "Oh, yeah, I mean we get news in Gotham too. Makes Batman look like a teddy bear, right? Not that I'm going to judge, he seems to stick to the real bad criminals, and hey, I'm sure they know him showing up's a possibility."

She snorts and snickers softly, lips quirking as her eyebrows perk, "Oh, well, okay. Maybe we'll... like, find a balance right? Trip to a safe space station, ziplining... you know, we'll stop short of you being kidnapped and shot up again? We'll eat at a Denny's if you're feeling really adventurous. Harley can get a Grand Slam."

April O'Neil has posed:
April laughs at this as she shakes her head and takes another sip from the wine. "Dennys and being shot in one year? I dunno if I should push my luck that much, you know?" She casts a grin over to Pam then. She smiles for a moment then at the others words and then turns her back to sit in the corner of the sofa to face Ivy better. "You know what you should do? If you guys have space access... You should take that green thumb of yours and go do what they do in the space movies and try to do... what do they call it? Terraforming? Terraform Mars. Make it... Planet Ivy." April laughs softly. "I mean they say it used to be lush green, right? Something terrible happened to it... like what you want to prevent here on earth." She smirks then at herself. "Okay, maybe thats a stupid idea...." Her eyes glancing down at the wine. "Am I that much of a light weight that I can't even get through one glass without the stupid rambling drunk ideas coming out?" This has her huffing a sigh then as she moves to stand up.

"I better get the doors open for the delivery guy..." She says as she looks back toward Ivy. "You want a refill?" She asks on her way to the door. The television is on but the volume is low, showing the local enws talking about a fight in Brooklyn, which is nothing new!

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pamela laughs softly, "Okay, got it, so adrenaline junkie, but not _that_ much. Well, I'm sure we can keep you entertained anyhow. Maybe do one of those escape rooms? We just make sure Harley's not able to bring her bat... or smuggle in a grenade."

She snorts softly and drains her glass, nodding at that offer of a refill, "Absolutely! And that's not a dumb idea."

Her cheeks flush a deeper green as she sighs out, "I mean, I've thought about it, but it would... take a lot of work. I can't make plants grow from nothing. It always seemed like one of those 'get high and daydream' ideas, but... hell, I dunno, orbiting asteroid? To say nothing of the other groups that go into space?"

Her shoulders bob in a little shrug, "I think it might be more trouble than it's worth though. I can just see the altruistic side of it being twisted when people decide they deserve more of a slice of things once it's a reality."

April O'Neil has posed:
April opens the door up again and then walks to the kitchen to grab the wine bottle. She comes back with it to join Ivy once more to pour her a refill. "Yeah, I mean... you're talking to a boring old average human being here. I don't know what its like to have the access to things like you... got. I mean Harley claims to be the same as me, but I swear she's a mutant too. Her mutation is just... quirkiness? An infectious smile? One of those things... but its powerful, whatever it is." She smirks over at the other then fills her own glass up again before she sets the bottle down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, April takes a swig from her new glass and looks at the news report. IT shows a fight at a Halloween party where 3 people got shot. She shakes her head. "That was a mutant related thing too, but they're covering it up because one of the people who did the shooting was a Mayoral candidates kid." She says back to Ivy with a little grin.

"I got way too many inside sources. I know all the secrets and its making me out to be some kind of conspiracy theorist weirdo... Or at least sound like one..."

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pam stifles a giggle as she holds her glass out, "I'm pretty sure quirkiness isn't a mutant power, I think that's just called 'charisma'. I mean, you know, I know a little something about actual powers like that." She rolls her eyes and takes another sip, nodding her head and then sighing out.

She watches the news report and rolls her eyes, "Well, that's... just how politics seem to work in any city. It's just so tiring, I'm... tired of letting it eat me up inside. I'm going to do what I can, and... try to find some way to live with what I can't change."

She grins crookedly and lifts her eyebrow as she purrs out sweetly, "Oh, nonsense! You sound like a well-informed reporter... who's going to spend her evening drinking wine and getting an off the books interview or something. I mean, it's classier if we say it's an off the books interview and not just us hanging out on a Tuesday, right?"

April O'Neil has posed:
April smiles a beaming smile over at Ivy then. "Hey. This is totally a casual interview. I'll be posting all of this on my website in the morning." She tells the other before the door downstairs has a knock on it. "Oh, shit." April stands up and sets her glass down before she rushes out the door. "I'm just kidding, by the way!" She shouts back on her way out.

It only takes a minute or two before she is bounding back up the stairs with a series of quick thuds from her footfalls on the steps. With the bags in hand she shuts the door with a hip bump and sighs heavily. "That's so much f'ing easier without the Hyenas here..." April gasps out with a heavy sigh while walking to the sofa again. She flips around to sit down on the edge once more before she puts the bags on the table. "Okay then. Now we can get wasted and fooded all at the same time." She says with a smile over to Pam. "I think this one is yours." She says as she offers the plastic bag with the paper bag inside it. Her own is brought back in to her lap with her wine glass and her legs brought up to fold them under neath herself. She grabs the remote beside her then and lifts it up. "Movie?" She asks then with a quick smile.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pamela laughs and shakes her head... once that call about it being a joke is heard, of course.

"Oh, I can only imagine... I mean, not everyone's a vegetarian, and the boys do enjoy their meat!" She sighs and shakes her head as she takes her order, eyebrows perking up as she hums out, "We could totally do some sort of movie. Netflix and chill or whatever?" She shrugs lightly and hums, "I mean, movie, or like... trashy reality TV? Whatever you want, I totally must have missed your birthday in the last year or so, so like, consider this a makeup birthday party! Whatever you want!"

She points a single finger and snickers softly, "Anything but the news. You get enough of that, and you're totally unwinding tonight, no work talk."

April O'Neil has posed:
April sets the bag aside with her quad-cut-up sandwich. She smiles at Ivy's words before shaking her head. "My birthday is April first. My grandmother's name was May. My sister's name is June. Since I was born on April Fools Day, my parents decided to go with that. I'm so f'ing glad I didn't get named March." She says with a grin. "No, but really they were tossing around Marsha if I was a day earlier... which I'm also glad to have dodged that..." She explains as she switches the streaming service to bring up a movie, one of those whacky robot CGI-fests from the early 2ks. "I grew up on these.... they're like oddly calming to me".

A bit more of her wine is sampled along with the food. "So Ivy is going good now. Harley is going good now. Both of you in my apartment.... Is it possible that I'm helping Gotham more than the Batman is?" She asks while taking a little bite out of her sandwich and then giving a sassy smile to the other woman across from her.

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pamela looks oh so very _very_ horrified, "Marsha? Really? Your parents would do that to you? You... are you sure you don't have some sort of luck power? You know, since you avoided it?" Eyebrows perk in faux serious inquiry before she dissolves into laughter and picks at her food and drink as she loses herself at least a little in the movie, "Hey hey, ridiculous special effects movies are my jam! Escapism all the way."

Ivy snorts and snickers, eyes narrowing, head tilting as she hums softly, "I mean, you might very well be. You know, as long as we're sticking around here! Of course, I'm sure we can head out now and then so you're not overwhelmed by your friends. We'll get you a little trophy for your contributions to the betterment of the city!"

April O'Neil has posed:
April laughs a little and shakes her head as she looks down at her lapful of food waiting to be enjoyed. "Both of my parents passed away when ... Well my mother had the big C when I was young and my father died in a lab accident about 8 years ago now. So if there was luck power involved, it didn't extend to my immediate family..." She seems resolute in this depressing topic, like she's moved past it now.

She smiles quickly at Ivy. "I like April more than Marsha though thats for sure. So I'll take it. Its better than being named 'Fool' or something too, yeah?"

She looks at the tv as the plot starts to unfold for the audience.

Another sip of her drink is taken then. "I'm like... proud of you, or whatever. I mean, getting stuff in order. Your life and such. It's impressive." She says as she looks over to the other taking a moment to clean her thumb off with some of the mayo that had been on it. She pops it out of her mouth. "You didn't need Wonder Woman to come in and fix it..."

A glance is given to the door. "God, I hope Harley didn't hear that..."

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pamela frowns ever so slightly, fingers curling as April recounts her family history, brow furrowing... thankfully she doesn't make any plants rustle holding herself back from reaching out as she nods slowly, "Oh, April's definitely the better name."

She grins crookedly and snorts softly as she sighs out, "Oh, I don't think I hit the level of notoriety for Wonder Woman to bother with me. Hell, I was surprised I actually met Mystique..."

She laughs softly and shakes her head, "I mean, not that I'd turn down meeting Wonder Woman. And hey, Harley's doing good, sure she had help, but... she's doing that think for former henchmen all on her own, and she really seems to be handling it."

Pam drains the rest of her glass of wine as the movie rolls on and glances sidelong, "Besides, the explosions in this are loud, but they're not Bud and Lou loud... like, do you have a subscription to some sort of ear plug delivery service?"

April O'Neil has posed:
"Yeah, those two don't have a volume control." April replies with a smirk over to the other woman. She glances over at her to see that she has her second glass polished off and grins more openly. "Round three ready and coming up." She states then as her food is set aside and she leans over to take the bottle up. She motions for Ivy's glass and will pour her another then before sitting back again. "Hows the food?" She asks.

"And yes, there doesn't seem to be anything Harley can't handle... its one of the reasons I like having her here as a room mate. I've had a couple rough years before her... Had some break-ins. I met some friends who have helped keep me safer, but ... they have their own problems. Harley has been like a home security system. Well, she and the Hyenas, but yeah... It's nice, even if a big change from my days of living here alone..." She wraps up the rest of her food then and moves to stand up. "Leftovers..." She announces on her way toward the kitchen again....

"Clearly judging by my hideous gunshot wound I needed more people living here, right?"

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pam smiles and wraps her own food back up, sinking back and idly swaying her empty glass as her eyebrows perk, "Okay, so like... it's alright if I stay overnight, right? Because I'm _pretty_ sure I'm not managing to get home under my own power if we're actually going to finish all the wine. Well, okay, I'll get there under my own power, but I'm going to be _tipsy_!"

She snorts out softly and shakes her head, maybe a little more wild than she meant to given how her hair flies and she has to brush it out of her eyes, "It's hardly hideous, April! I'll admit, it does interrupt the smoothness of your skin, but it's _fine_. And hey, what else are friends for but drinking and keeping you out of some trouble and into others, huh?"

April O'Neil has posed:
On her way back in, April just smiles to the other woman. "Of course you can stay here. Hey, sometimes Harley is out all night anyway, so if that's one of the nights then I got a whole second bedroom you can stay in." She says as she settles back in to the sofa and looks over at the other woman, then over at Harley's doorway. "If... you're comfortable going in there... Sometimes... when Harley isn't here... I can hear things in there... strange... little noises..." She says before looking back to Pam, and whispering. "Its scary...."

A smirk shows a moment later and April raises her wine glass up before leaning back against the sofa and putting her eyes on the tv across the room. "But yes, you're like family to Harley, so you're like family to me then too."

Pamela Isley has posed:
Pam cranes her head towards Harley's door, face a haunted mask... for as long as she can hold it before dissolving into snorting laughter, "I mean... they're... probably wind up toys? Like little walking robots and stuff? Probably? Prooooobably."

That haunted look returns, a little more genuine as she mumbles, "But hey... this couch is just... so super cozy, right?" She sips at her own wine and eyes April with a crooked little grin, "And yeah, sure, we're a sisterhood and all! Kind of like when Huntress and Black Canary team up. Only, y'know, like... without the crime fighting! With more emotional support or something!"