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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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The shed. I was afraid someone with a grudge could go and hurt all of them, so I kept one where people couldn't reach.

Is the light good enough?

Yes. There are grow lights.

Good.

I'd be happy to cultivate one from seed in my cabin, if you'd like another safe haven.

Yes. I would like that.

...I can't think of better hands for it, honestly.

Thank you.

[She smiles faintly.]

...Morgana tells me you're threatening people who try to pick the flowers.

[+10 approval.]

Once or twice.

[ More than that, in defense of the little flower.

He's a little embarrassed, a little pleased. ]

I'd hate to think I've been a bad influence on you.

[She does not mean this at all.]

Because of you, I think about all kinds of life differently. You made a difference.

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?

[Well, she feels about settled enough to takes a deep breath and leave her cabin, so.]

How soon can I meet you at the greenhouse?

Now?

I'll see you there.

[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.]

[ When he makes it up, he's surprised to see that she isn't just inside already. He was half-expecting it to be overgrown the moment that he got inside. ]

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.

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.]

Yes. The Sylvanas from the mirror Barge could. And there's a cat here that says he can, but he said they wouldn't have anything to say.

[She's not even going to pretend curiosity about a sentient cat. It's obviously an idiot anyway.

The new information about Sylvanas, she files away, then opens the door to the greenhouse and crosses the threshold into the greenhouse.

Immediately she can hear the flurry of murmurs, the sound of being in the company of family. Family that have forgotten her, estranged and distant, but family all the same.]

You've been doing well.

[The fact requires no investigation. She feels it straight away.]

[ He's been trying. There are plenty of flaws, as there would be with someone who learns from books and from doing his best. But he keeps them safe and warm and fed.

Still, actually hearing that gives him a soft and cool sense of relief. He sees them grow - it will never stop astonishing him, the way a pure-green leaf can unfurl, how the colors of the flowers can show up in such stunning, bold splashes - but that's the only source of feedback that he has.

It will never stop being new to him. He could live his whole life here, and green would still be strange.

He follows her inside, not speaking. ]

[There'll be brass tacks soon enough, of course. As she immerses herself into the crowded space of the greenhouse she can hear the individual voices; some plants have been clipped too harshly, or their soil is too acidic or too alkaline, or they're with neighbors they can't get along with.

All of it is fixable, and the overwhelming impression of their feelings towards Zane is positive.

She notices some of her xenoflora is still thriving, the cuttings from alien planets grown into full-size plants, and it makes her smile faintly.]

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