Au'Natural (invite Poison Ivy)

[Mad Girl]

Harley coughed and sneezed rather unceremoniously at the heavy-handed spray from the nearby perfume woman. “Whoa, let a girl come of for air, why don’t cha?” she waved her hand in front of her face trying to shake some of the poignant scent away. Then she held her wrist out for Ivy to smell. “Whatcha think Red?”

Harley’s smile was warm and her questions only half sincere. They were here on a job, after all. Today they were looking in on the place during regular business hours to case the place. But they’d be back after hours to get a more intimate experience with “Au’Natural”. Harley peeked out from behind oversized, round sunglasses which gave her a very "Twiggy" couture sort of look- her baby blues noting all of the exits and entrances from rear storage and offices. Her curves were encased in a red dress with white polka dots. The bodice hugged her waist at a natural high and belled out into something half mod, half classic pinup. With one of those slick curves she “accidentally” knocked into a small jar of expensive cosmetics, sending it rolling just through the alarm sensors. Like clockwork it went off, and she gathered the offending item in her hand and offered it to the store representative with an apology. She noted the six digit pin to deactivate the alarm, and that a key card had to be swiped as well.

In accordance with their plan, Harley shook her head in decline to try most of the products. She moved towards and leaned on Pammy’s shoulder a little, cementing images of their friendship and drawing their quarry close to her pheromones. “We were hoping you could help us find something a little more... exotic.” They way they were dressed today suggested that money was no object. Every detail had been carefully chosen. With a little luck the store clerk would invite them to the intimate screening of their latest product. One which Poison Ivy had her eye on for a variety of reasons.

[Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy took a whiff of Harley's wrist. The scent had a natural scent to it. Yes, it was made mostly naturally, with a hint of a few chemicals. But the bit of mother nature that actually when into the perfume, as with most of the products from Au'Natural, were either plundered from their home in the rain forests and stolen from local farmers. These pigs, focusing on their profit when they don't realize how they are abusing the soul of their product.

Ivy gave a subtle cough. "Mmmmmm....it's quaint, but not for you." She said while adjusting her large cat-eye sunglasses. She tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear, revealing large clip on diamond hoop earrings. She looked away from Harley Quinn and around the store, taking notes of cameras. She was glad she brought her best friend with her to scope out this place. It was good to have her company and the natural theatricality of Harley Quinn came quite in handy for this.

Her head turned back when she heard the sound of a small jar hit the floor and roll past the security system. Perfect. Ivy placed her hands on her hips, which were covered in a green floral print fabric. The dress was cut to show maximum cleavage and leg and leave minimum for the imagination. "Harl, what have I told you about being careful." She scolded with a smirk.

When Harley lured the perfume woman closer to the two of them, Ivy leaned onto the counter, "Yes, I would LOVE to see more. Something special..." her words were as smooth as the mind-controlling pheromones that were entering the clerk's nervous system from Ivy.

"Of course!" she perked, with a smile that didn't seem so "au'natural." "I have something for our very special customers. Please, follow me." She said, opening up the counter and moving toward a door. The woman entered a four digit code and Pamela memorized the sequence.

Through the door they entered a green curtained room with two glass cases toward the sides of the room. The room was quaint, with various fake plants in the corners and hanging from the ceiling. Pamela could tell they weren't sincere because the plants weren't speaking to her. Except for one.

The perfume woman stepped beside the counter to the right of the door and pulled from the case a foundation. "This is our newest product, Chlorofirm. It's a fantastic foundation in 16 skin tones that not only blends beautiful, but also tightens your face, giving a more youthful appearance."

"Ahhhhhh." Ivy said taking the small jar from the woman. This is why they were there. The skin cream did, in fact, tighten the skin, thanks to the assistance from the plant attropa morta, Fatal Fate, the translation from its name in the Amazon region. It grew naturally, but rarely among the amazon. The natives used a ground mixture of the plant's stem to help fight against botulism. Then, outsiders and scientists came and learned the in certain doses the plant could be used to tighten the skin for a period of time. Under other doses, the plant could infect the skin and constrict blood flow. But Au'Natural was able to find the right combination of the compound and mass produce it, forcing the plant into near extinction just so women could feel better about being so old.

"I think this is exactly what we're looking for, don't you Harl." The red-head lowered her sunglasses to her companion, looked at her, and then past her to one of the few, free, remaining Fatal Fates in the country. Blooming beautifully in a pot near the end of the counter.

She could not wait to come back at night, take the plant, and their supply of cosmetics, while exposing this company for the plundering sacks of pulp they really were. Then, with time and precision, work their way into the production of the Chlorofirm and add enough of the Amazonian plant to kill the vain women who use the cream.

[Mad Girl]

The details of the heist and future of the goods Harley entrusted to Ivy. She was in it for the fun, mostly. She listened to Ivy's lead, dipping her finger into the sample "hmmm.. Yes this is something. Red, how much would you like to order?"

The sales girl smiled "We have limited supplies, it's so popular. I recommend two or three jars. You know, in case we run out when the product goes public."

Harley laughed, an honest and tickled type of giggle. She placed a hand on Ivy's wrist "Isn't she sweet, Red?  Two or three jars. What do ya say? Two or three? Or more like six?" They would order cases, not jars. That would give them a trail to follow when they looked at the computer tonight.  It would also give them a healthy sample to play with, readjusting the acting chemicals, and distribute them to a variety of unsuspecting consumers. When the company took a hit to its source of product (Ivy's prized plant) they would be eager to buy back the product, or  Harley and Ivy could sell at an inflated price to their own selected targets. This original order purchased from one of Harley's yet undetected aliases, would also serve as backup plan if Ivy got any heat for the missing plant.

Of course, they'd have to find Ivy first. And with the proper planning, as there usually was, it would be a challenge to catch up with her even if the B-man himself were on the case. As if, Harley thought while supressing a laugh.

Harley's smile held, waiting for a confirmed amount from Ivy before placing the order and having it shipped to a private PO box.  Things were going according to plan.  She called for a round of champaign, in celebration of the sale which Harley just happened to have in her shoulder bag. Harley leaned on the counter, her voice soft so only Ivy could hear. "I'll get a swipe card soon. You plant anything needed? Or is tonight cash and carry?" Ah, so that was why champaign. She'd make mess enough to provide a small distraction. Now she just needed to verify how much time to make.

[Poison Ivy]

Ivy looked at the sales woman, suggesting several jars, then to Harley. "No, no, no. That's not enough." She gave a chuckle and looked back to the clerk, "I must have your entire supply. Money is not a problem, we have plenty. I want to get my hands on this before the rest of my friends do." She eyed the woman carefully. Taking them all would guarantee a drop in supply, and hopefully sales. Plus, the more they had, the more there was to work with. Besides, the money that would be put on Harley's account wasn't their money anyway.

Ivy bit her lower lip, moving a specific toxin from her skin to the edge of her lip. She leaned towards the counter and towards the woman. "You will sell all of it to us, won't you." On her last word, she exhaled smoothly, blowing her mind-controlling pheromones at the woman, who would have a great urge to sell the two women all of that product.

Ivy turned back to Harley, bottle in hand, and smiled. "Yes! Of course! Be a dear and fetch us some glasses." Ivy said to the obedient saleswoman, shooing her away. As she walked to retrieve the pair glasses Ivy said, "Cash and carry mostly, I'm after the plant, and some more of their products. I'm looking for their sales to take a hit. Nice work with the champagne Harl." She smiled at her dear friend. Things were going very well.

The saleswoman returned with glasses for the champagne.

"Here you ladies are." She said, placing them on the counter, "And I'll be right back with the rest of the product."

"Perfect." Pam grinned. "Thank you....Oh..." She caught herself in a thought.

"Yes?" The woman questioned.

"And when you close up tonight...remember to turn off the security cameras, there's something wrong with them."

"Of course." The woman smiled and walked out of the room.

Ivy turned her attention to the blonde, "Tonight will be fun."

[Mad Girl]

Harley watched Ivy work her magic with a knowing and amused smile. This was going flawlessly so far, and endorphins were running high. This was what Harley lived for. The chase, the run. Like tag except with the neurological equivalent of playing tag with a jack-hammer. Of course, just what exactly was going to happen chemically to the samples Harley was only half certain. It would be sticky, that was for sure. It’d turn heads, maybe literally, upside down. And even as some of the most fantastic fantasies she has of just what her gal pal will do to prove her point cross her mind, Harley has no doubt that Ivy will knock it out of the park. Her confidence in her partner were absolute- a true friend.

As the store clerk returns with glasses and a knife, Harley grins. Two people come out carrying the cases. One is the store manager, as is identified by her tag. Harley keeps her eye on her prize. The bottle had been jostled en route intentionally to make it spray all over the floor in fizz. If the cork were aimed just over the manager’s shoulder when opened, the cork would fly off and the woman was going to get soaked. The plan from there was for Harley to try to help dry her off with the tissues also in her bag and palm the badge. “You want to do the honors Red, or should I?” she nods towards the knife. It was more than a good gag- it was a clever con.

[Poison Ivy]

Ivy watched the clerks and the manager return with the cases of supplies. She put the palms of her hands against her cheeks. "Ah, I'm so excited." She feigned.

How silly of them, bringing out glasses and a knife without some sort of towel to catch the cork in. Which worked wonderful for the girls.

Pamela turned to her best friend, "Why don't you do it Harl, you've always been much better with that sort of thing." Which was true, Ivy could not open a champagne bottle with a knife.

She looked at Harley Quinn, then at the clerks. Things were working perfectly so far, flawlessly. Her green eyes then moved to the plant in its pot. It was calling to her to be free.

Just a bit longer darling. She thought.

[Mad Girl]

“I’d love to.” Harley said with a wide grin. She takes the blade and the bottle and gives the blade a little spin in her fingers. It wasn’t really the proper way to open a champaign bottle, but Harley liked her tricks. Just as the manager gets into position, Harley brushes the blade into the cork with a firm flick of her wrist. The cork flies over the manager’s shoulder and a wide spray of pink fizz explodes all over the poor woman’s front.

“Oooopsie” Harley’s face changes instantly to one in feigned apology. “I’m SO sorry.” She fishes into her bag and pulls out some tissues. “Here” she hands some to the girl, who is still a little shocked from the sudden wetness. Harley uses that to her advantage, and as she is patting down the girl’s shoulder she slips the ID tag off and hides it in the tissues quite seamlessly. As she takes out more tissues she drops it into the bag. Harley continues to help to clean up until a store woman stops her and fetches a mop.

“Here.” Harley pours the champaign and hands hers to the girl who’d gotten wet and gives the other to Ivy. The manager politely refuses at first but Harley waves her hand dismissively. “Please, you got so much on you I’d feel bad if you don’t get some in you.” She laughed, and the manager seemed to relax a little before excusing herself to finish cleaning herself up.

Harley leans back against the counter and looks to Ivy with a grin. “Piece of cake.”

[Poison Ivy]

Ivy suppressed a small chuckle in anticipation for what Harley was going to do. It was best to get it out now than to wait when the manager would be covered in champagnge.

"Oh dear. What a mess!" Pam exclaimed when the cork shot out and covered the manager. "We're very sorry miss. So very sorry." Ivy said as Harley began to clean her.

Ivy takes the champagne from Harley, impressed at the girl's ability to take the badge off the manager. "Take your time. We have all day." Pamela said to the the girl as she left to finish drying herself off. Things could not be going better.

"Nicely done Harl." she smiled at the blonde. "Things are going perfectly. Now all we have to do is make the purchases then come back tonight." Her grin smiled at the prospect of grabbing the plant, going through their systems, stealing more cosmetics and....probably trashing this horrible place.

As the woman returned with the mop Ivy moved her attention. "Harl and I are so sorry about what happened. Here." Ivy took the bottle from Harley and poured her accomplice and the clerk a glass. "Please, take this. It's the least we can do." She handed the clerk the glass, which she took but placed on the counter until she finished her mopping.

"Whenever you're ready, we're all set to cash out by the way."

[Mad Girl]

As the game concludes Ivy and Harley are given the opportunity to cash out the purchased products. Harley insists that the girls keep the champaign, and helps them bring the cases out to the car. Once the trunk is full she says goodbye to them cheerily and takes her place in the passenger seat. She sets her bag beside her and leans back comfortably. “What I’d tell ya. Piece of cake.” She pats the bag with the pilfered badge in it grinning. “So whatcha wanna do to kill the time?”

Harley was always game for some fun, it was lying low that wasn’t her strong suit. The smart/easy thing to do would be to go home and wait, or maybe catch a movie. But once Harley was out and about she liked to have a go of it. More shopping perhaps? Or ice cream? Gotham was full of options, and they all danced in Harley’s mind with equally promising opportunities for trouble.

[Poison Ivy]

After the product is put in the trunk Ivy gets into the driver's seat and closes the door. She turns on the car, the soft purr of her Nissan Leaf. "Good work." Ivy's heart was still racing a bit. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins from the lift. This was one of the many reasons she loved what she did, the euphoria of doing something great.

"Well." Ivy thought of what they should do and what Harley probably wanted to do. "We could go to the Gotham Galleria, catch a movie and do a bit more shopping while we wait. The new James Franco movie is out." And Ivy did like James Franco. Hopefully those suggestions would keep Harley occupied enough until nightfall. If not, they'd have to come up with something else.

[Mad Girl]

Harley takes a bit of gum out of her purse and pops a piece into her mouth. “Franca-who-so?” She asks in confusion then just shakes her head a bit. “You know what, never mind. I’ll be surprised. I just hope it’s funny.” What Harley considered funny was a wide variety of things, including some things which most people would decidedly not consider funny. But it kept Harley easily entertained, which meant that if Ivy wanted to pick the movie Harley would be fine. And if she wasn’t? Well she was good at finding a way to amuse herself.

“And I think I still owe you popcorn from the last time anyhow.” The last time they saw a movie Harley had gotten rather involved with the storyline and threw the popcorn at the scream in a fit at one point. Romantic movies were a weakspot for her, and the results of watching them could be rather unpredictable. Even so, the mention of the popcorn is done with a smile, indicating that regardless of the reason for it, Harley has it behind her and looks at the memory fondly. Harley did love her girls night out, after all, and so far this one was shaping up perfectly.

[Poison Ivy]

OOC: I'm just going to fast forward through the movie and shopping trip.

IC: The potted plant that sat outside of Au'Natural had to move out of the way as the creeping vine slinked up the wall of the store. On her way out of the store, Ivy made sure to drop a timed seed in the plant. What was nice about this creeping vine is that it always searched out the closest electrical source, which just happened to be the security camera outside the store. The vine tightly squeezed the camera, breaking it.

From there, Ivy approached the store and turned to her best human friend. "Alright Harley, can you get us in?"

The area around the store was fortunately empty for that evening. The hum of the lights were the only sound. It was a perfect night for a heist.