Pamela Isley | Poison Ivy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chlorophylliac) wrote2015-02-23 02:50 pm
chlorophylliac) wrote2015-02-23 02:50 pm
27 ❦ Video
[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.
...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.
Private
But everyone's betrayed her sooner or later. I don't want to add to that. Do you think it would help if I wanted a deal?
[ Honestly asking her opinion. ]
My world is better now, anyway. The sun isn't red anymore, and there are plants. I brought a flower back. I'll show you.
Private
Your world is better?
The ashfall - what did you do?
Private
Re: Private
If that's your domestic situation, then I suppose working for a faceless omniscient hasn't been an unusual year for you.
Private
[ sorry admiral ]
Re: Private
I would guess that most such entities are.
Private
- Well, he asked me. He didn't send me.
Private
Private
[ Out of paranoia. ]
Re: Private
The 'locked part'?
[The last she remembers, only the equipment cupboard was locked.]
Private
Re: Private
Is the light good enough?
Re: Private
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Good.
I'd be happy to cultivate one from seed in my cabin, if you'd like another safe haven.
Re: Private
...I can't think of better hands for it, honestly.
Re: Private
Thank you.
[She smiles faintly.]
...Morgana tells me you're threatening people who try to pick the flowers.
[+10 approval.]
Re: Private
[ More than that, in defense of the little flower.
He's a little embarrassed, a little pleased. ]
Private
[She does not mean this at all.]
Private
And I'm sure the plants will be glad you're back.
How soon would you like to start telling me all the things I've done wrong?
Private
How soon can I meet you at the greenhouse?
Private
Private -> Spam
[She will: the passage of about five minutes finds her standing outside the greenhouse, part of her itching to get inside, and yet another part -
She needs to brace herself. Plants don't have human memories. She feels that she was here a matter of days ago, tending to her sanctuary, hybrids running around her feet, but she knows now that it wasn't so. Not anywhere near. And the consequences of that, she's well aware of.
They won't remember her. Not really. They'll have forgotten what it was like to feel her touch, her love.]
Spam
Ivy.
[ It's a hello. He looks much the same; maybe a little older, but the same quiet calm, the same catlike grace, and the same slightly tattered mistcloak.
He steps up, but he doesn't open the door. ]
There hasn't been anyone who could talk to them in a long time.
Re: Spam
Zane.
[Ivy reaches for the door handle, but pauses before turning it.]
Anyone at all since myself?
[She finds herself discomfited by the idea of it, though it doesn't filter into her voice.]
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