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[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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[V'Tosh Katur. She doesn't offer the information - too much of her life has involved keeping as many secrets of Vulcan culture as possible - but it does make her....uncomfortable. The thought that she could be considered as such is both disgusting and shameful to her. She doesn't let it show; she did what was necessary to survive, and she has no intention of apologizing for it.]

Where are you from?

[Because she can't be Orion, T'Pol's already realized that. And she's too wary - too paranoid, if she's ever honest with herself - to give too many details too easily.

Too proud, too: admitting to a near life of servitude is not an easy thing for her.]

Yes.

[...kinda? At least this is an improvement on being fourthwalled immediately, points for you Tiffany.]

[Morgana reaches out to her, a hand on her arm. She has never been afraid of Ivy's toxicity, though that was likely a combination in her own deathless pride and their friendship.

Kindness like this, compassion, it's coming more easily to her these days than it used to.]

I'm sorry. [That she's back, that Morgana is glad that she is. She hopes Ivy won't hold that against her, and doesn't know how to risk finding out.]

[Ivy instinctively dials back the venom in her skin, even though she has little knowledge of how much harm it might do. It doesn't take thought, really - in the same way that it would no thought to curl one's hand around that of a friend, when they meet.]

So am I.

[Walking away from Selina - from Harley - she'd felt something like calm and peace for the first time in years. She felt like she could have been, if not happy, then at least content. But obviously the Admiral believes her debts yet unpaid, and here she is.]

I'd like to ask a question about your graduation.

[And she wants to give her the option to say that she doesn't want to discuss it, given that just the mention of it threw up her defenses only a few moments ago.]

[Smirk.]

You just described my home country's entire justice system.

[Save the death penalty. But when she kills aggressive, invasive lifeforms, she gets called a terrorist. Pfft.]

They're gone now?

Earth.

Gotham City, if you care for specifics.

Why? 'Cause, uh... it ain't a very nice plant. I know from experience.

Most of them.

It really could use someone that knows what they're doing. It's been me and Morgana and the Emperor for a long time.

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. ]

[Ivy's smile is one of genuine amusement.]

That is why.

Oh.

Well, I ain't that nice either, so think twice before you step up to me.

I'm not familiar with Gotham.

[But her brow is creased, a visible frown marring her featurs.]

You are Human?

[She considers it. Taking the out would be easy, and she trusts Ivy enough to believe it would be honored, at least for a while. Her hand slips back to her side, and she draws breath for an answer, hesitating for. Long moment before releasing it with a nod.]

What is it?

[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?

You leave me no choice but to volunteer, then.

[There was absolutely no way she was going to lay off sticking her entire self in, regardless of supervision.]

How long since your graduation?

Fire.

[ Ivy is beautiful. Not monster beauty, despite the strange color of her skin, but there is something of the same allure that Fire has to people.

She lifts her chin a little, meeting Ivy's eyes. ]

[Ivy stares completely blankly at the screen for a moment.

Then bursts out laughing.]

Do I look human?

[ A smile, then. She's definitely welcome there. ] That's complicated. I've gone home a couple of times.

It's been close to two years for me.

[It's a simple question with what could be a simple answer, or an impossibly complex one, or one she can't articulate:]

What changed?

[Well, that makes Lydia pause. She's curious, mostly because her ex-boyfriend was there for a while, as an inmate. And then he vanished.]

So you didn't have a choice when you left. And you didn't choose to come back, either? Where were you in between?

If I hide my ears, I can temporarily pass as Human.

[It was meant to be a statement of fact, but she can't help the angry heat that spills out with it.]

You are not Orion. What are you?

[She's unsure of this is a laughing with her or a laughing at her situation]

What?

[So it can't have been long after she left. It's not a huge surprise - she observed the way he changed, from a distance - and it's not as affecting as it was to learn Morgana had graduated. It still leaves her with a strange, discomfiting sense of having been left behind somehow, then a sense of revulsion at the idea that she's behind in choosing to be who and what she is.]

And no deal of your own, yet?

I've been wardening Sylvanas for fourteen months.

[ And Sylvanas is impossible, is the subtext there. But he wouldn't trade her. ]

I don't think that'll end any time soon.

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