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.

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[chlorophylliac]

Lydia.

You're a Warden?

[maytakecenturies]

[Vanity is very logical, okay. Her brow creases and she's immediately on guard.]

How do you know me?

[tucky]

What? No, that's-- that's not what I heard at all. If you're an inmate, you died.

You saying that ain't true? I might not really be dead?

[chlorophylliac]

Someone sharing you name and face was my first Warden.

[She's seen alternate versions of people she knows from Gotham. Saying you seems to lack nuance.]

[chlorophylliac]

Possibly.

Don't pin your hopes on it.

[tucky]

Yeah.

[She'd just accepted the idea of being dead. Not liked it, not gotten used to it, but accepted that it was true. And now maybe it isn't.

She just wants to know for sure; wants the comfort of certainty.]

Can I find out whether I did?

[Private]

[maytakecenturies]

[And just like that her attention shifts from on guard to hyper focused. She's been trying to find out more about this other T'Pol, without much luck. Dean kind of ruined her only source.]

How well did you know her?

[chlorophylliac]

No.

[She read her previous file; there were no revelations there. And now it feels terribly irrelevant to her anyway.]

Re: [Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[Morgana's attention settles on the bruises, and her eyes shift color, gray-green vanishing under gold. Ruptured capillaries stick back together, captive blood cells pulled back to their proper place. It's easier now than it used to be: she's earned a great deal about how bodies work.

When it's done, the color fades from her irises and she meets Ivy's again.]

What happened? You went home?

[Ivy was there for her when she struggled with the same: she's glad bruises are the worst of it, at least on the physical side.]

[tucky]

[She falls silent, and considers hanging up to go think-- but in the end she just changes the subject, albeit in a much more subdued tone.]

... Your name's really Poison Ivy?

Private

[godsays]

I'm here.

I take care of the greenhouse now.

[lydiascreams]

I am.

Are you? [Hey, since she asked first.]

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

We weren't friends. I found her infuriating.

[It was only really when she learnt about the nature of her deal that her opinion changed, and what it changed to was pity for someone with a noble cause being paired to someone incapable of rehabilitation.]

Re: [Private]

[maytakecenturies]

[It's not quite a disappointment, but it does make T'Pol pause, considering possibilities.]

For what reasons?

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

[Ivy watches her, at once impressed and deeply envious. She's already felt out the limitations of her own powers; eventually she'll have to test her pheromones and toxicity.]

Briefly - less than a week. It was...

[She frowns, searching out the word.]

Cathartic.

[chlorophylliac]

Really. And yours is?

[chlorophylliac]

[There's something on her mouth that might be a smile, albeit a very grim variation on one.]

No.

[tucky]

Tiffany.

Were you named after the plant?

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.]

Re: [Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[She can imagine how unsettling it was, to spend so little time away, only to find so much time has passed. And it has been so much time: so many things have happened, so many people have come and gone that Morgana can't imagine catching her up. And maybe it's better to start fresh, all things considered.]

Cathartic. [Her mouth twists a little; she knows what she'd have considered cathartic, a year ago.]

Who was on the receiving end of that catharsis?

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

She lacked empathy. But I imagine that's inevitable in a race which shuns emotion.

[Which at least hers did. Ivy can't tell if that's the case for a T'Pol who looks like the porn parody version of the original.]

Re: [Private]

[maytakecenturies]

[Theoretically....T'Pol's problem is that there's too much theory in her control, and less practice. She is, however briefly, intensely jealous of this other T'Pol for her apparent control. She doubts her mirror-self ever saw the need to adopt Human characteristics.

T'Pol cocky her head to the side, shoulder shifting in a vague shrug as she tries to bury the emotion.]

Empathy has no role in survival. I can only assume Vulcans in her universe were free to perfect their emotional control.

[And there's the jealousy again, spiking through her. Her features shift only minutely.]

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

She described the alternative as something that was experimented with but not endorsed.

[She lifts her eyebrows.]

Your people weren't, then.

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[chlorophylliac]

[The question gives her pause. Several people were on the receiving end of her anger. She could mention Harley, Selina, Batman - Wayne, she realises in a shock to her memory - but ultimately she gives the truest answer.]

I was.

Private

[godsays]

[ He's glad to see her. But he keeps it restrained; he remembers that the Barge wasn't a happy place for her, exactly. ]

I think the plants are happy.

I tried to keep even the weeds alive for a long time, in a corner of their own, and it turned into a mess.

[ Embarrassing, but it's not a secret. ]