Only a Little Human, Some Days

August 18, 2017:

Squad Casual

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Fade In…

A few weeks on an unclaimed vacation here, a layover in Belle Reve there, and one Victorian Ball gown wrapped in a bag, racing through the hallways to get to the elevator before anyone can stop her THERE. Regan Wyngarde has been busy in what has been likely the longest period they've gone without the red light going off and Waller calling them to duty.

Despite being a little bored out of her mind and gnawing at the bit, Regan has been taking full advantage of it, give or take one or two more tattoos added to the flesh and plenty of delivered thai food to their shared living situation.

DING!

Regan steps off of the elevator with blonde hair in sheets around her slender jaws and eyes with so much mascara caked onto them that it looks like it was applied with a spatula. The purple and black corset constricts her ribcage as she's returning from some sort of secret society gathering that required a purple peacock mask and a clutch. Without so much as a pistol packed, she's returning with glossy eyes and a laugh as she punches in messages to her phone.

"…ohhhhhhh Shaq'attack, thinking you're Steel. So cute." Regan cracks her teeth down at her screen and begins to tip-toe towards her room, lest she be caught.

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MMmmm, thai food. Yummy yummy thai food. Harley can't get enough of it right now.

Glancing up when she hears someone come into the suite, Harley smirks at Regan, particularily enjoying the fact that she's trying to sneak into a room full of killers. Like they all didn't hear the door open and close and double check it wasn't someone trying to come and get them.

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Poison Ivy has been MIA for some time herself. She just was not there one day, those that know Ivy know this isn't totally unheard of. She just blows out on the wind and then one day shows up again. Like today, when she's out tending her garden and the greenhouse. She slipped in quietly and is just resting in her garden with her thoughts. As of yet she's not let the others know of her return.

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June /hasn't/ noticed the sneaky one coming in off the elevator. Because she's not used to having to keep an eye out for attempts on her life. On the other hand, Thai she'll notice. That smell is particularly notable. So she ends up opening her door as she smells Harley's food, only to see others there. "Oh, hey, guys."

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The length of Regan's skirt is gathered in one hand and held aside. It makes her heels louder but reduces the risk of tripping over her own dress in her stalking past a kitchen table that brings her in view of the main pit that has become their social hub. Around a corner Regan goes, sticking her swan-like neck out to poke past the wall to look and see if she's alone…and comes eye-to-eye with Harley Quinn.

Blink. Blink. Two lightly sauced eyes ponder just what to say, and as those lips part, the sudden arrival of June startles Regan with a shudder and a bonk of her head against the wall. Hand over her heart, she drops the length of her skirt and sucks in a breath.

"Oh my GOD we're like fucking vampires; there's always one of you awake." Regan gasps and rubs at her forehead with a callous smile towards the floor. "Juney, Harleykins. No offense, but when I come home to an archaeologist and a pregnant woman, my mind things I need to see if Ivy's back and eat some kind of spinach pill to maintain…" Regan motions to her dress and does a spin, showing herself off. "…this."

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Harley giggles when Regan sees her and just blinks. And then at her reaction to June 'sneaking' up from behind by being totally unsneaky. She dips her chopsticks in the chili oil before grabbing another mouthful. "You don't need to worry about your figure, gorgeous girl. I'm just hoping that I'll be able to maintain mine after little T shows up. What do you think? Tony? Tom? Tina? Personally, I like the name /Lucy/. Or Desmond."

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With the faint sounds of muffled voices reaching out to her Ivy gets curious as to who is up at this time of night. So sheslinks from the garden toward the smell and sounds of activity. She doesn't speak, just leans against the doorway and watches the three women wit those impassive green eyes.

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June looks over to Harley's food. "Don't guess you brought extra? And I think Ivy has all the pills." She looks over to Harley. "That's one hell of a weird pregnancy craving, by the way."

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"You'll be fine, Harley. If there's one thing we get here, it's exercise. Which I'm about dying, by the way, these fucking heels." Regan holds June's shoulder for balance as she lifts a leg behind her and tugs at the ankle-wrapped leather that holds them in place. "If you give your spawn the last name Stark, I can hook it up with a trust fund, maybe." Regan smirks and plants a peck to June's temple, which is when she half-twists to see another figure lurking in the wings.

"Well Miss Ivy, I do declare." Regan mock drawls, something she's heard recently. "Come join Miss Moone and I in the baby naming pool fun?"

Looking down at her food, Harley blinks in concern to June. "It is? What? Spicy food? Oh, like pickles is any weirder? And yeah… I sorta ordered… the combo for six. I figured if you guys didn't want to join in, that I could just eat it all over the next day or two." She gestures to the counter by the oven where the takeout containers sit. "Pad Siu, pad thai, those stuffed chicken wings, the mango and mint salad, steamed rice and General Thai chicken."

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Poison Ivy lifts a hand to dances fingers in the air in greeting back at Regan. "Hello, Ladies." Speaking for the first time, the green woman's brows twitch together. As if she almsot forgot the sound of her own voice from lack of use. She pushes off the wall. "No Thai for me, I am not hungry." She does however head to the kitchen an to where there is some fruit to pick up oe. "Is all well with you?"

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June smiles. "You're a lifesaver, Harley." She'll move over towards the takeout containers, and looks over to Regan. "Also, how drunk are you, Ree?" she asks, as she starts to parcel out some food.

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"I'm not all that drunk, just a little whimsy." Regan grunts as the other heel is tugged off. Her slender fingers hold the heels together as she tests her feet against the hard flooring, creaking out towards the food. "But it's impolite to turn down champagne by people who think their stock portfolio entitles them to polite conversation so…more tipsy than I wanted to be." Regan bellies up to the table and breathes over the scent of the food. "So, Ivy, where have you been, lately? Us white girls were starting to wonder if we did something green-ist to make you hate us."

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Harley is still trying to think of baby names when she only just now clues in on Regan having told her what she should do for the baby's last name. "Ewwww! And have people think I had Tony Stark in my bed. No thank you. I have my standards, thank you." Yes, non-hero types only, please. Perferably more then a little psychopathic. Or at least a little sociopathic! "I mean, his megalomania and narcissictic tendencies are kind of appealing, but he does have a tendency to go out and save the world on a repeated basis. And voluntarily no less! No cortex bomb or anything!"

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"I don't know. He seems pretty hot." June offers. "You should eat some, Regan. Get some food in there to sponge up that alcohol." She'll start in on her own, though, and doesn't seem too bothered by the spiciness.

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The green woman rolls that fruit in her hand and watching the three. "I… had to go," the words unsure. "Sometimes I need to go away from humans, and something is going on in the Amazon. Got a bit lost in that jungle for a bit." Ivy studies each woman in turn, "are you all… healthy?" So much harder to read humans then plants. No connection to the Green.

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"You can always change it back after you get the trust fund! Which, by the way, you'd be able to skimp off of for eighteen years." Regan points towards Harley with a sharp brow and blue eyes lined in sociopathic ice. "Call it a franchise." Regan sighs and sweeps her dress past June towards a bowl on the other side of the table. After breathing in the fat off of the food, she's inhaled enough calories that way, thus she begins to dump salad into her bowl. "Tony is hot. Rich is sexy. I have a type." Regan sighs and slips into a chair, twirling a fork in her fingers like a drumstick.

Regan looks from June and Harley to Ivy, dropping into a quiet stare. "I'm not a human, but I know what you mean." A beat, Regan looks down to her salad. "But I'm healthy, just…tired. I'm pretty sure Harley is the only one of us with a current condition. June?" Regan glances to the mousey archaeologist. "Are you healthy and happy?"

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"Heck, I'm /not/ a supervillain, and I would have to think twice before deciding not to get hooked up with him." June admits. "You know, if he were into possessed college archeologists." She looks over. "And you are a human, Regan; the fact that you've got powers doesn't make you not human."

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"More human then plant, Regan. I don't really seperate human, from meta, and mutant. Most aliens as well go into that some group in my mind." Ivy being honest and direct. She shakes her head, "I don't get why so many women get caught about about men and how they look. But Mr. Stark is just a man, one with better protection, but just a man. And they are al the same."

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"Stark is a grade A douchebag with too many toys. More toys than any one man should be allowed." Taskmaster should know, he is the sort who makes a habit of trying to steal those toys. The door is open wide, the armor clad bone white skull is visible, those eyes behind it roaming face to face. "I feel like I haven't been here in a year. I almost forgot which building it was." Hard to tell if he is being honest about that or not. They've known him long enough he forgets all kinds of things. Even people.

"Door was open." He motions a gloved fist behind him.

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Seeing Taskmaster enter the suite, Harley squeals, her momentary dip into sadness forgotten. Hand rise in the air as she giggles and screams and then runs over to give him a huge hug and kiss. "Almost, but you didn't. You're still good, T-Man."

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"Yeah, well. He's still very handsome, and very rich, Task." June's defense. "You doing okay, Tasky?" June still remains at least a little bit of team mom.

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"I'm not human, though, I'm a mutant, which is something different. Sure, not a plant, but some of us qualify on better days." Regan waves her fork around before stabbing it down through a mango. "But come on, Ivy, there's got to be some kind of person you'd obsess over. I heard a rumor about this guy who lives in the swamps; might be worth looking into." Regan grins through her bite through the fruit, menacing the tines towards Ivy with a wink before she playfully scratches the back of June's hand with it.

"Oh, here we go." Regan giggles as Harley goes running to the skull-man. "And you'd think she hadn't seen him in a year." Regan sighs and leans back, eating in a slouch. "Welcome back, Tee. Does this mean you've met Tony Stark, I take it?"

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Ivy looks over at Task, she stares at him a few moments, and then the fruit in her hand gets her attention again. "That man is even less human then I am Regan. He'd kill Florida if he thought it was needed to protect the Green. Yet he's a 'hero' and I am a villain. Stupid humans." She turns to group here, "You may be useful. If you are interested in a trip."

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The hug gets a returned wrap around the waist squeeze then release. Taskmaster moves past her to with a new patch of lipstick etched in place on his jawline. "I'm always good, toots." The man responds to Harley in his usual cocksure manner.

"Doc, Red, Barbie." He issues out an acknowledgement to each of them, "I'm great as usual." He tells the Archaelogist, "What about you?" He looks her up and down, head canting to the side.

"Met face to face? No. He wouldn't be hansome still if I had. I'm more familiar with Justin Hammer than that tool. Is this what I walked in on? All of you gushing over Tony Stark? Shee-it."

Ivy gets a wink from behind the mask as she stares at him. "Spoken like a true crazy lady." A hand waving up quickly before she can take offense, "A beautiful and truly capable crazy lady."

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"A girl's got to have dreams, Tasky. I figure you have some hot supervillain girl who gets your motor running or something." June comments, noshing on Thai between bites. "Besides, maybe my fantasizing annoys my passenger. Which makes it a win."

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"Oh so he is a thing?" Regan talks with her mouth full, chewing thrice until she swallows. "But now you know ex-act-ly how I feel about humans, but for the record? Florida? Completely expendable." The fork rattles against the bowl as Regan rises from her seat to saunter towards the fridge. The bowl is set down and she tugs the fridge door open, leaning against it to browse. "Tee does well with supervillain girls, clearly, and maybe, just maybe, June, that passenger of yours is the one luring you towards Tony Stark." Regan grins to herself, fishing out a bottle of water.

"Am I really like Barbie? Seriously?"

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Ivy winks at Task with his 'compliment' about crazy women. "Yes, he is a thing Regan. And Harl get a copy of your medical files for me." She motions to Task, "I am sure you and June are up on your shots, but Regan you will need more." She bites into her own fruit. "So we all went away at once and came back? Odd."

"You are totally Barbie, Regan. Complete with all the outfits. I'd kill for your figure, or your wardrobe." June says. She nods to Ivy's comment about shots. "Yeah. Everything is up to date on immunizations."

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"Just one? That doesn't sound like me at all." Taskmaster quips. "I could give you a list."
"Your passenger fancies Stark? I was hoping she had better taste than the rest of you too." He is teasing, its clear as his voice distortion tech isn't operating right now.

"Yes." The only reply Regan gets in there alongside June. "Shots come with the Suicide Squad package. I mean, they did, might need them if you've not been out of the country on duty yet."

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Harley Quinn says, "I'll try and get you the records, though you know how Satan is about giving out information. Everything is on a need ta know basis. And we don't need ta know. Besides, I doubt she'll let me out to help you with whatever you are thinking, Ivy."

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"I knew we'd get you willing to kill eventually, June." Regan darkly bats her lashes towards the woman, pressing her bottle of water to her own neck to cool off. The sigh that rattles past her teeth blows at the flat-ironed strands of blonde hair. "More shots? Wait, what kind of shots? Like…birth control shots? Because I don't need any other shots." Regan opens her eyes, cautious as she bends slightly over the island in the kitchen, fishing through her salad. "Barbie." Stab. "Aint." Stab. "Got shit on me."

"Look," Regan looks up. "I'm probably saying this because I'm drunk but if the Skwad has a thing, I'm in. Adventure time? Fuck it." Regan jams lettuce past her teeth. "Ohmigod," Breathy squeak-rattle. "So nice to be able to eat in large bites finally."

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"/I/ fancy Stark." June clarifies. "I don't know if the Bitch has any yearnings in that direction anyway." She keeps eating. "Well, you're that perky blonde perfect that I wanted to be growing up, Regan. Though I always pictured Barbie less drunk." she teases.

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"She started drinking the first night she took Ken's pants off." Regan cracks the seal on the bottle. "Disappointment whiskey cures pain."

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Taskmaster occupies himself with raiding their fridge for a beer. Not finding one he goes for the bottle stash. They alway shave those. "You actually fancy someone? This is a big night, ladies. The Doc isn't a robot."
"Whiskey cures many things."

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June laughs. "You people have gotten me drunk enough times to know I'm not a robot. I'm going to go hunt down some milk, though, so my insides don't kill me for this." With that, the archaeologist will head fridgeward.

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Ivy purses her lips as she states. "I need to remember to deal with humans. I'm going to my plants." She blows a kiss at Harl, and waves to the others.

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Taskmaster sidesteps June as she pilfers the fridge for something a lot less liver unfriendly than he was just after. "This is true. I 'spose." A counter is leaned in to with a hip and he watches the ladies of Task Force X slowly start to filter out to their rooms or rooftop gardens. He can only imagine what each of them is like in their alone time. Shrines? Weird melted dolls? Boxes full of ex-boyfriend kill lists? Who knows.

-

"Cmon, we're not so bad, Ivy. Okay… heh, thats a lie."

"Goodnight, Harley." Regan calls out from her bottle of water, then looks to June as she nears the fridge. A short stare and Regan turns, wrapping an arm around the woman's hip to bat her forehead to shoulder. Some kind of hug. "I'd say goodnight, Ivy, but you haven't found a way to get me past the poison, yet. Someday." Regan smirks and tiptoes to Taskmaster, leaning high on her toes to plant a peck to his mask that leaves a slight smear of lipstick on it. He'll find it later. "Goodnight, Bill from Kill Bill." Regan grabs her bowl and starts for her door. "Oh, and Ivy?" Dramatic pause as she thumbpads the door and shoves it open.

"…humans don't consider any of us qualifying of their humanity." C'thunk.

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