chlorophylliac | 27 ❦ Video

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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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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.]

[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?

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.]

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

For what reasons?

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.]

[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.]

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

[She lifts her eyebrows.]

Your people weren't, then.

[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.]

Earth.

Gotham City, if you care for specifics.

I'm not familiar with Gotham.

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

You are Human?

Do I look human?

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?

[Ivy is unperturbed, but the green drains from her skin. Two can play at the passing for human game, lady.]

I would be described as a metahuman in my world. It's a broad classification covering humans with supernatural abilities and humanoid non-humans with the same. Beyond that, nobody bothers creating categories for species with only one member.

[And the green reappears.]

[It's fascinating. In another world - another universe, perhaps - T'Pol would want to know the cause of this. She is a distinct, unique species - and in this universe, that is enough to hold her attention captive.

There's a reason she often wears her hair behind her ears - it's the same reason she didn't pursue species reassignment surgery before joining Starfleet. She has no love of anything Human.

Ivy may be closely related, but she isn't quite one of them. T'Pol considers, then inclines her head.]

No. My people were not free.

Colonised by humans?

[Because you seem to not like them a lot, and that's kinda how they do.]

[Just kinda.]

Conquered. It's called First Conquest; we were left with few options to avoid outright slavery and worse.

[Hm.]

Are you an Inmate?

[If she was at all inclined to grind her teeth, she'd do it now. Since she's not, she struggles to keep the annoyance out of her voice.]

Yes.

Because you resisted at all or because you did it the wrong way?

[The joke, she thinks, is that she didn't resist. She took the only option that would give her the semblance of control over her own future. She joined the conquerors.

T'Pol doesn't find it funny, but what does she know about jokes?]

The Admiral hasn't been forthcoming on that matter.

He never is.

Who's your Warden?

Captain Steve Rogers.

Not familiar with the name. Of any use to you?

[She'd say he's a puppy, but her realm of experience is limited to a rottweiler trained to attack. She certainly never saw Porthos as a puppy, but she'd bet he'd be equally as vicious.]

He's Human.

[The real truth is that she knows she old come to trust him, which makes her all the more paranoid that he's playing a very long game with her.

The less proof she has of that, the more unsettled she is.]

[Ivy has a lot of sympathy for this being the only necessary judgement to pass on a person, and makes no further comment.]

How long have you been here?

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