27 ❦ Video

[chlorophylliac]

[Ivy appears in the video feed surrounded by plants. It’s all a little more sparse than it looks like it could be; this is because the Admiral kindly confiscated anything that could be considered dangerous. Thanks for that, guy. She looks like she’s been in a fight recently but her deep green skin doesn’t really show much bruising.]

...This again.

[She touches her fingers lightly to the bridge of her nose. The frustration is washed out of her voice; she just sounds tired. She’s struggling to reconcile her time on the Barge with two days spent at home that as good as eliminated those memories; it’s wearisome.]

I left in August, it appears I’ve returned in February, so the question now is whether my absence can be measured in months or years. I’m dying to know.

[You wouldn’t be able to tell.]

For those of you who recognize me, I’m pleased to say that my memory is intact. [Largely. Not as much as she’d like.] For those who don’t, my name is Poison Ivy. I have previously been an Inmate here for almost two years, so rolling out the welcome wagon isn’t necessary. I would like to know whether the greenhouse has finally fallen into Warden management, and if so, whose.

[Friends Filter]

['Friends' is too strong a word in most cases but those remaining on this filter are: Morgana, Zane, Iris, Arthas and Barbara.]

If you can see this message I would appreciate a response. Thank you.

Comments

[private]

[routemistress]

Bugger me, Ivy!

I'm as glad as I can be to see you, considering 'ow you feel about being 'ere.

And them seeds are on a moon with atmosphere, belonging to a planet with some very strictly enforced laws about who gets to go near its moons. They're doing well. It's been more'n a year; Zane looks after the greenhouse.

Anything you need, my love?

Private

[chlorophylliac]

[Zev's seedlings. Thank God she had the foresight to get them off the Barge. Her cabin has been reset, essentially; everything she accumulated in her time here previously has gone. As for Zane, that's. Interesting for a number of reasons. Hopefully her attempts at plant appreciation training paid off.]

Not yet. Thank you.

..Is Banner still here?

Private

[youwillgotohell]

Are you in the same cabin?

['Appreciate a response,'what is this nonsense. Morgana is 100% planning on a hug.

P.S. someone looks a lot younger/healthier/saner in general.]

Private

[chlorophylliac]

[...So she does.

Ivy immediately comes to the correct conclusion on what this means for Morgana's progress and has 0% idea how to feel about it.]

...no. Eight-sixteen.

[ENJOY YOUR NEW NEIGHBOR.]

[tucky]

So what are you now? Still an inmate?

[chlorophylliac]

...Yes.

Returning home without graduating is rare but not unheard of.

[lydiascreams]

I've been here since March last year and I don't remember you, so I think years is probably more accurate.

[She's never met anyone green before. Blue, yes. With glowing eyes, fangs and facial hair that grows at will? Definitely. But not green. She's not really staring though, but she is looking at her a little more curiously because-- she looks kinda familiar? Probably from something she's watched before.]

I'm Lydia.

[chlorophylliac]

Lydia.

You're a Warden?

[maytakecenturies]

[She sees green skin and immediately thinks Orion Syndicate. They have been an occasional thorn to the Empire in the past, but were largely divided by their desire to ply their slave trade, and their poor position between the Terran and Romulan Empires.

T'Pol doesn't care about that. She's more interested in another member relative to her time period, perhaps from her own universe - one who can tell her the fate of Vulcan, under Sato's rule. (If, she reminds herself, Major Reed is to be believed. But it's pointless: she believed him the moment he sneered his answer at her.)]

That is an unusual name. [For an Orion, anyway.]

[chlorophylliac]

[...hair's looking good there, buddy.]

I considered T'Pol an unusual name when I heard it first.

Private

[godsays]

I'm here.

I take care of the greenhouse now.

Private

[chlorophylliac]

So I've heard.

Will I also hear that you've done a decent job of it, when I ask around?

[There's something like levity in her voice. She remembers the first time they met in the greenhouse; she remembers choosing a plant for him to practice 'not killing things' on. She's loath to attribute it to the Barge but this seems like a positive development.]

[humanmonster]

I haven't seen anyone in the greenhouse.

[ It's a little shyly that she makes this a video broadcast instead of voice - even with her hair bound up, even over video, she doesn't always like the effect that her appearance has on people. ]

[chlorophylliac]

[With Fire, Ivy has the twin advantages of being ridiculously strong-willed and only fifty per cent mammalian. What she perceives is a very beautiful woman with her own colouring - or her own colouring as it was ten years ago - and a something else which at this distance is difficult to identify.

She also doesn't seem to want to be looked at or paid much attention to. Which is interesting.]

Plants do look after themselves, the majority of the time, even in a controlled environment. What's your name?

Private

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara doesn't bother to hide her surprise, or her smile. It's easier, nowadays, to be truly open, when she makes the choice. And she's tired of regretting everything she never said.]

You're welcome. [Or the snark, but it's said lightly.]

Welcome back. I'm - well, I'm glad you're not dead, at least. [Regardless how Ivy feels about this place, it means she has a chance.]

Private

[chlorophylliac]

[Bone-dryly:] Dying has worked out better for me than the Barge on the few occasions it's happened.

[Said with all the this-is-not-unusual-at-all-ness of a Gotham veteran.]

[dinosize]

...are you part plant?

[chlorophylliac]

Yes.

[THIS IS A VERY EFFICIENT CONVERSATION. +2 for you already.

Also, what up Zanetwin, but she's not going to make an observation of the goddamn obvious.]

Who are you?

[strangehistorian]

Welcome back!

[chlorophylliac]

Commiserations would be more in order, Chromie.

Private

[darknessb4me]

About a year and a half.

Again?

[Was she dead, or home?]

Private

[chlorophylliac]

A brief visit home.

Don't tell me you've graduated.

[Cats marrying dogs, etc.]

[Video]

[tricksandmischief]

The Admiral let you go back home for a time?

Re: [Video]

[chlorophylliac]

I think 'let' is too strong a word. It happened.

Are you a Loki I've met previously?

[There's...been a couple.]

[semifreakingnormal]

[Oh no someone is remembering his comic reading days.]

We must have just missed each other. [Come on scoot say something worthwhile she does not seem patient] Um, I'm Scott.

[That is worthwhile right???] Welcome back?

[chlorophylliac]

At least when I hear that from my usual jailers they have the grace to sound sarcastic.

[But there's not much acid in it, because you look like a confused puppy.]

[chaotica]

Huh. It seems years, though I wouldn't know either way.

[chlorophylliac]

Eighteen months seems to be the conclusion. Who are you?

[myresponsibility]

How long were you at home?

[Not that you knew Peter super well, but he looks older and a little less gangly than he did last time you were here.]

[chlorophylliac]

[She glances at the screen for a moment. There's a faint sense of recognition but her memory has a few frustrating gaps, still.]

A few days.

[anewlanguage]

Huh. Well, the plants have needed someone to talk to 'em, I guess.

[chlorophylliac]

[n o p e not even talking to you, sorry David :c]

[punched_hitler]

I'm guessing years, since I've been here since before last August.

Zane's in charge of the greenhouse, as far as I know - so I guess that would be considered warden management, yeah.

[chlorophylliac]

We've been in touch.

[There's a very slight shift in her tone which suggests she doesn't entirely disapprove.]

Who am I taking to?