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Nothing Better than New Years in the Amazon

Harley was finishing her make-up for an invite only New Year's Eve get-together with Pamela and Amelia. She had decided to wear a retro flapper's dress for the occasion. Something that was thin enough that the humid heat of the Amazon wouldn't bother her (and was made of a material that was eco-friendly).

She had finished curling and styling up her hair. And was just putting on some lipstick and eyeshadow while she waited for Amelia to arrive at her place.

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"Oh I am sure you stand by your decision of what happened to Blaze." Harley is also sure that Amelia is not thinking of the ripple effect. Of how sending that one message might not just end at the Guardians.

Harley is definitely not going to get in the middle of the slight right between Red and Amelia right now. She knows that Red will do what she does when she is mad at Harley -- calm down on her own, and not talk about why she is upset.

Both these woman are so damn good at not talking about their emotions. But no matter how many times they say they need time alone... or want to be left alone... Harley is going to stand by their side. And be that light of friendship for them.

She leans out the window, and looks out to the moss ball. "Do you think if I attach several little of the fruit skewers together I could reach it better?"

If Harley's going to change the subject and free Amelia from having to talk about what's happened, the rogue is fine with it. She'll distract herself from following Harley with her gaze by removing her vambraces, though.

"I think that will give you a better chance than trying to climb out onto the tree to get it." She intakes a breath with a hiss as she finds the bullet wound on her side with the chair. Damn, another? Alex is going to be incredibly upset when she hands him the remains of his Art. "You could also try cutting whatever's holding it up in the tree while you're waiting underneath to catch it."

"It is one of Red's vines holding it up. Cutting it would upset her." Harley notes, deciding against that idea.

She starts collecting fruit skewers, eating a few of the fruit every now and then as she works.

Harley has a point about the vine, but Amelia simply shrugs in response. The silence that follows is likely a prompt to get her to speak up about what's bothering her, but she simply doesn't feel the need to deal with it right now. She does need to worry about some of her wounds though. Now that she's bumped the one on her side, what little had clotted has broken loose. Amelia groans softly in pain as she tears off a loose section of fabric from the bottom of her dress and presses it over the wound to slow down the flow of blood.

"Does Red have a first aid kit? I need a few bandages." A beat, and then she adds, "Maybe a few stitches. I can't tell yet until I clean myself a bit."

"Ummmm … I am not sure about that. She has her own healing abilities... as do I. She might have some plants around here that help with healing..." Harley steps away from where she was tying skewers around to look around a small lab in the back area.

"I will find something." Pamela returns to the room. She pulls some plants off the shelf. "Here you go."

She hands over some bandages and healing herbs to Pamela.

Amelia accepts the supplies with a soft 'thanks' and then silently gets to work. It's not her best work and she still might need some stitches on her leg, but the plants from Red will likely do a better job than any ointments or herbs the rogue has at her apartment and all of her wounds are properly covered. Once she's finished, she wipes her hands off on the scrap of dress she tore off then slowly looks up at Red.

"Everything all right at the camp?" she asks softly.

Pamela carefully sorts through a few plotted seedlings in her lab, and tilts her head at the question.

"The soil is damaged in a few areas. It will be difficult to regrow anything because of the harm they have already done."

Harm they did. Not her. She did nothing wrong. She didn't burn the jungle down, just the camp of those looking to destroy this place. Amelia exhales a silent breath and nods.

"Is there anything from the Nexus that could help the soil? I'm certain I could find anything you can think of."

Pamela won't be able to recover the soil of the camp at all. It is mostly the fault of the damage of the loggers. But the burning of the group contributed to the issue.

"No offense to the Nexus... but I doubt there is anything that could duplicate my abilities. It will just take time to reclaim the soil."

Amelia shrugs, not at all offended by Red's comment. "I wasn't certain, so I thought I would ask. I trust your judgement on the matter."

The tension neither of them are addressing is stressful, and the rogue isn't certain how to deal with it. She sighs softly and finally offers, "I apologize for any disruption I caused. Ruining our evening is the last thing I wanted for tonight."

"You were in a bad head space not because of us." Harley notes, returning to putting together her spear contraption.

"Can you put it behind you?" Pamela asks.

"What happened tonight? Of course. If you tell me everything is fine and that we're all right, I believe you and can accept and move on from that." She offers each of the women a small smile. "I'll recover from my wounds over the next few days and all will be well then."

There's more to it than that, but everything else calls back to her fight with Blaze. That's not what Harley and Red are asking about, and so Amelia won't comment on it. As far as the rogue is concerned, there's nothing more to worry about between herself and the other women in the room, and that's all she needs to know right now.

"Just because everything is fine between us... does not mean that everything is fine with you, love." Pamela notes.

"No, but I will be fine. Some time and distance from what's bothered me will be enough to get me there. Until then, I have good company with friends who make me feel safe. I have no desire or need for anything else while I settle."

Everything else can wait. She didn't bring it up, so she doesn't want to talk about it. The itch for more violence is passive beneath bandages and slightly dulled pain, and her anger is momentarily abated. Nothing else matters right now.

Pamela nods in understanding. She walks over to Amelia, gently touches her shoulder, and uses her abilities to heal some of the injuries that would have needed stitches. They will no longer need stitches for her to recover.

"As mentioned, you can settle here anytime."

The touch is appreciated, both for the comfort and the gentle healing it provides. Amelia smiles up at Red and nods. "I'll use the offer in the future, I promise. But for now, let's focus on celebrating the coming of the new year? Harley is on the edge of opening the moss ball just before Midnight if her latest idea works."

"We are pretty close to midnight. Let's see if she can succeed in her plan, before it drops."

She laughs softly as she turns her gaze to Harley as the woman prepares to try again to reach the moss ball with her now completed spear. "All right, then. Let's see what you've got, Harley."

Harley gets up with her super long spear, shaped out of all the mini fruit spears that she has collected. And leans out the window to try to pierce the moss ball with the very end of it. The device wobbles unsteadily as she reaches as far as she can.

"Twenty bucks she falls out the window." Pamela says to Amelia.

Amelia can't help but laugh again as Harley gets settled in the window. "Twenty that she catches the ball as part of her fall," she counters with a grin.

Harley reaches out and the end of her poking stick reaches the moss ball. The moss ball moves slightly, Harley grins and leans out further...

And then she misjudges her balance and falls out of the window.

Pamela, laughing, decides that she might as well give Harley what she wanted and make sure that Amelia also wins her bet. And with a gesture of her finger, the vine lets go of the moss ball. And after Harley lands, she catches it and holds it up with success.

As Harley disappears from view, Amelia jumps to her feet and rushes to the window. Upon seeing the other woman on her feet, she laughs with relief. "Nice catch, Harley," she calls down to her friend. "Bring it up so we can open it?"

Now certain Harley is all right, the rogue turns back to Red with a smirk on her face. "I don't know if I truly won or if Harley got help, but let's not worry about exchanging money. We can call it even when I come back to stay for a few days around the start of Spring? You can even put me to work a little around the garden if you like."

Edited 2021-01-25 23:14 (UTC)

Harley checks out the moss ball to see if she can open it on her own. After all, she got to it first. But realizes she is going to need Red to use her abilities. And heads towards the stairs to return to the others.

"Oh yes, there is lots to do before spring." Pamela nods.

When Harley places the moss ball on the table, Pamela gestures to the two women to step back. Then she gently touches the moss ball. It opens and releases hundreds of glow butterflies into the room.

"I enjoy getting my hands dirty," she offers, grinning. Red's corner of the Amazon is never entirely safe and she is willing to help in the garden between dispatching any who try to impede on this place, but Amelia would be lying if she didn't admit she would prefer more chances to sink her weapons into others. Which is why she simply doesn't mention it.

As the moss ball opens and the butterflies fill the room, though, all thoughts of violence and frustrating fights fall from her mind. It's a spectacular, magical sight unlike anything she's ever experienced, and her lips tug into a bright smile as she looks around. Carefully, she extends a hand toward one of the butterflies, not reaching for it but still testing the air around it, then holds it out palm up among the softly glowing creatures.

"Worth the wait?" she asks Harley. "They're certainly bright and beautiful enough to fit the description you mentioned earlier."

"We all have our outlets." Pamela sort of gets what Amelia is alluding to. But as of right now, she might only ask for help in the garden for the time being.

Harley stares up at the butterflies, raising her hands in the air. One does land on Amelia's extended hand.

"Thank you. I have cared for them for months now."

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