[Test Log for DC Nation - Ivy Applicant]

[clownlovin]

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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[clownluvin.livejournal.com]

"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.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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."

[prickmythorn.livejournal.com]

"Uhhhh-huhhhhh," Ivy nodded as she pruned the leaves off of her plants. The clown was out trying to accomplish things without Harley, no doubt. Trying and failing. He didn't seem to be very successful without her.

"Robbing any banks while you're away?" She asked with a bit of a zing. Ivy didn't try to hide her dislike of the man. "Let's just hope the Bat's out to stop him..."