[Test Log for DC Nation - Ivy Applicant]

[clownluvin]

Three A.M.

That wonderful time of day where nothing was on but Infomercials. Flipping through channels at this time did nothing for her.

They were totally on the run.

On the run was what they (totally) were.

She padded turned off the TV and padded towards the Hotel's bed and flopped down next to Ivy.

"Pammmmmmmmmmmmmmy. I'm bored!"

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[prickmythorn]

Ivy allowed her head to turn, that is her neck, like a thick gathering of vines. She looked to Harley and frowned.

"While you may be bored lily, I must attend to these. They need me now. They're hungry.." She smiled wickedly and tucked a piece of Harley's yellow hair behind her ear. "And as we know, hunger deserves a bit more attention than boredom." Ivy allowed a quiet rumble of laughter to bounce against the hollow walls of the hotel.

She returned her attention to the small garden of toxic plants she was growing in a small planter in the corner.

[clownluvin]

"But Pammmmmmmmmmmy," Harley said, as her bestest friend ever attended her plants. There were times when she felt like she needed something to DO NOW and this was one of those times.

Helping Red with her plants only got her yelled at. She sighed, and pulled her knees up to her chin, head resting there, "Can't I help? I promise it won't be like last time..."

Even as boring as tending the plants got, at least it was something.

She had a PhD... she was sure she could cut... no, Ivy didn't like it when you cut the plants, feed the plants. Sometimes you could feed the plants people, which was always fun.

Like Little Shop of Horrors.

[prickmythorn]

Ivy paused for a moment. She both questioned why she cared so deeply for the child-like girl before her and pitied her for being so misguided

[clownluvin]

Harley lost Ivy somewhere around Panicles. She was doing that nod and nod and nod (because she was always smiling) thing she did. "I trust you, but I'm bored!"

And this was one of those time when going home to Mistah J - who Pammers never ever called by name - would likely just get her punched. Oh how woe was Harl!

"Do those one's eat people?"

It was always fun when they ate people.

[prickmythorn]

"Maybe," Ivy told her, curling half of her mouth into a smile. "If you leave me be, dandelion, maybe I'll make them eat people." She loved Harley's interest in plants. Ivy knew it wasn't real interest in botany, but that was ok.

[clownluvin]

Well, you were supposed to do things with your friends, and Pammy liked plants so she tried to like plants too.

Sometimes she stole plants for Ivy. Or helped Ivy steal plants. It was always fun.

"Can I watch? I wanna watch." There weren't many things as cool as a guy being eaten by plants.

The whole dropping in Acid thing came close. And one day, Harl would totally off someone with a piano.

[prickmythorn]

Allowing a loud sigh to escape from her lips, Ivy put her squirt bottle down and turned so that she was fully facing Harley.

"Don't you have clowns to go attend to, daisy?" Her tone was still light; she knew what happened to Harley if she raised her voice or became angry. She didn't want that. Not tonight, at least.

[clownluvin]

"No, I'm on the rebound," Harley said, huffing. "I'm my own clown now. He's such a paskudnyak sometimes," the Yiddish bouncing easily off her tongue. Even when she wasn't with her family and hadn't been for years, she still spoke it.

[prickmythorn]

Ivy laughed at Harley's sudden change in tone. She chose not to turn around, but instead, add a bit of her own special mixture to the soil. It'd help them grow up big and strong, just the way they should.

"All the time." She added. "He's such a whateveryoucalledhim, all the time, rose."

[clownluvin]

"Paskudnyak," Harley said, "Means he's a jerk. And not all the time, sometimes... well...." she flopped back on the bed.

Sometimes he was great!

It was all perfect!

Right now... "He's just a schlemiel," nothing ever really sounded quite as insulting as Yiddish.

[prickmythorn]

The red color of the Rosary Peas caught Ivy's eye and she stared at them, thinking about the toxic juices inside. If she could just cross the toxicx of the peas with the johnson grass......

She didn't hear anything Harley said. Instead, she picked up a sprig of the Rosary Peas and examined it in the light.

[clownluvin]

"Are those lady bugs?" Harley said, sneaking over to get a closer look, "They look like lady bugs."

[prickmythorn]

The chiming of Harley's questions pulled Ivy from her focused reverie and she dropped the peas into the planter.

"Shit." She leaned over, searching for the small red and black beans. Harley was right. They did look like lady bugs. "Stand back. They fell into the dirt and I'll have to pull them out carefully. Once these peas get in soil, they begin omitting their toxins." She looked at Harley very seriously.

"I don't want you being poisoned." That was true with these plants, but it was also true about clowns.

[clownluvin]

"Well then, just make them all not posioniy no more," Harley said with a wonderful display of grammar from someone who held a PhD. "Or make them so they only get all toxic and junk when you want them to."

If anyone could do it, Pammy could.

[prickmythorn]

Ivy spun around to meet Harley's eyes. Most days, she felt as though she was dealing with an impatient child. Today was no exception.

"Darling, listen to me. I want to create these plants; these small babies to help us accomplish things. You want to steal diamonds and money and reek havok on Gotham? Than we need these poisons. We need these plants to be dangerous. I just don't want you touching them, yes?" She blinked, hoping Harley would understand. She turned back to the plants and adjusted the soil.

"What exactly is happening with you and your clown?" Ivy had a difficult time saying his name.

[clownluvin]

Harley nodded at the lecture and listened more or less wide (and waxy) eyed and eared, "I dunno. Stuff happens. Then stuff doesn't happen. Then more stuff happens and I need to give him some space to cool down 'n stuff."