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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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[From her recollection of what Morgana's told her about her father, Ivy does not understand at all why killing him would represent anything but a public service. But if that's not the life Morgana wants to live, then -- well, she's a fool, but at least she's broken the cycle of the previous behaviour that destroyed her. She can rebuild from there.]

You have a deal with him?

[Morgana would see it as the same, but Arthur would not. He'd never forgive her, and if she hid it, he'd never recover. If he's truly to be the greatest king Albion has ever known, she can't destroy him before he even takes the throne.

She nods, though it begins hesitantly.]

I won't be a puppet for my fate anymore. And I won't go back until I know it's my choices alone that shape my future.

Good choice.

[There's a lot more she wants to say, that she wants to ask - Do you pity me? Do you think less of me now, for having failed at the accomplishment you've been told that graduation is? - but she doesn't want to know the answer. The ignorance gnaws at her, but she'd rather be discomfited by that than risk the genuine pain of knowing.

Are you happy, Morgana?

She settles for changing the subject instead.]

...Iris mentioned that the crew has changed. Younger. Fewer 'hard cases'.

[Very clearly not her words.]

[Morgana smiles wryly, tipping her head to the side. It's hard to judge - she isn't so much older than the go teenagers here now, at least not physically. And now that she can think back on earlier days without hatred blinding her, well - they were all doing dangerous things without being children. It makes gaging the population here, in that way, difficult.]

I suppose she's right - there are more than there used to be. Teenagers. As for hard cases... [She smiles wryly.] I guess there are fewer inclined to violence for violenc's sake, but there are still people to be wary of.

I almost don't want to warn you about Jerry. You'll love him.

[Read: want to murder. Also read: Morgana would not stop this.]

[Ivy tilts her head. She knows exactly what love means.] Go on?

He's a... [She casts about for the word] -vampire. Or he was, I suppose. But he's been in the habit of preying on women. Especially the younger ones.

[She made Bucky teach her to throw a better punch because of him.]

Dillon made him Human. He made a show at New Year's of being contrite. [She does not believe it for a second.]

[Ivy's charms don't work on the undead, generally, so it's exceptionally good news to hear that that's already been circumnavigated.]

Because he's tired of being human?

[Because who wouldn't be, really - not that she has a scrap of sympathy to spare for anyone who targets young women.]

[Morgana shrugs.]

I'd assume so, but I didn't bother to ask. I've spoken to him all of twice. [She cocks her head, almost thoughtful.]

Though the first time I was more intent on breaking his spine than holding a conversation.

[All the viciousness hasn't left her.]

[Goooood.]

Has he left you alone since that incident?

[How stupid is he.]

He has. I haven't bothered speaking to him since New Year's.

[She pauses, then grimaces.] I was in a coma for a month, but I imagine he's likely to have been hiding from those that could hurt him, now.

The typical reaction when predators realise they've become prey.

[She touches a nearby budded leaf, watching it unfurl slowly.]

My abilities have been stripped again. Not that I'm surprised.

[Morgana's eyes follow Ivy's hand, and she watches the leaf stretch.]

I'm sorry. [She wants to say she hopes it's temporary, but she doubts Ivy will much care for having a warden again.]

...I helped in the greenhouse for a long time. Because of you.

[Ivy smiles. She won't go so far as to say thank you, but the gratitude is there in her face. The greenhouse felt like it was hers; in many ways it still does. It settles her a little, to know that someone she trusts has been there in her place.]

I hear Zane is running it. The first time we met I had to threaten him off killing a plant.

[And now this, and she wonders how much of that could be attributed to her.]

[Morgana doesn't need more than that. She smiles, laughs at the thought of how much Zane has changed since they first met.]

Now he threatens anyone who would pick flowers there. I wonder who he learned from.

[Ivy's brows lift and her lips quirk with surprised amusement.]

Obviously they've been in safe hands.

[The overtone of dryness just barely betrays her relief.]

They have.

[Her mouth quirks to the side, a struggle to hide her amusement.]

Besides the experiment with weeds, at least.

[Automatically:] 'Weed' is an anthropogenic classification with no value.

[But then she's actually curious.]

What kind of experiment?

[She tips her head and waves her hand, because really, she's not about to argue with Ivy where plants are concerned.]

He didn't want to pull them. It may have gotten out of hand.

[Ivy half-smiles. He tried.

He also presumably killed the plants he then arbitrarily decided weren't worthy of life, but. Human sensibilities. If you're going to impose an artificial sense of order on your environment you do then have a responsibility to keep it orderly.]

And it's back in hand now? I'll have to go and see it for myself.

I think so. I've been splitting my attention with the infirmary, lately. Either way, I'm sure you'll have it in hand the moment you walk in.

[She hesitates for a moment, but so much of her life has been made of hesitations. That spurs her forward, to wrap Ivy in a hug if she'll allow it.]

I'm sorry you're here, but I'm glad, too. I've missed you.

[Ivy stiffens for a moment, then her shoulders go loose and she returns the hug.

She can't return the sentiment. Miss her? She forgot her. She forgot everything. And the memories that are finding the empty spaces in her mind that she never knew were there - there's more bad than good.

She doesn't say anything at all. She just gives Morgana's arm a brief clasp and then steps back.]

[There was a time - probably the last time Ivy was here - that the barest hint of rejection would have seen Morgana with drawing. That momentary stiffness would have made her start to withdraw. Now, she just waits it out, stays to see it returned.

And it's enough, at least for now, at least for a start. Morgana lets it pass, letting her arms drop again.]

I'm just across the hall.

[She moves for the door.]

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