Pamela Isley | Poison Ivy (
chlorophylliac) wrote2015-06-15 09:13 pm
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30 ❦ Video
[Ivy is sitting in the lovingly upgraded greenhouse, on the edge of the fountain pool she's created at the centre, and absolutely nobody was surprised. There's a plant/animal hybrid on her lap; anatomically a small rabbit, but what it's covered with is more like moss than fur and its eyes are completely black.]
The first greenhouses used on Earth were recorded by Pliny the Elder, two thousand years before my time.
The Roman Emperor Tiberius wanted cucumbers all year round, so, his gardeners made it happen. Their specularium predated the invention of glass; they used oiled cloth or sheets of mica. They weren't used constantly, only at night, to protect the plants from the cold after they'd had the benefit of the sunlight during the day.
More sophisticated versions appeared over a thousand years later. The Vatican, in the thirteenth century, to house plants brought as trophies from tropical exploration. Korea, two centuries afterward. What my contemporaries would consider a modern greenhouse didn't appear until the eighteen-hundreds.
By my time, commercial technology allows plants to be grown out of season, thousands of miles from the environments where they evolved, untroubled by parasites or predators or the vagaries of the weather. Even the most diseased specimens can heal in a place designed for precisely that.
[She falters, briefly, gaze going out of focus. It looks like she's fighting something off, consciously or otherwise.]
Which is perfectly fine, if all you want is something that will thrive in an artificial environment. But when you return it to its home -- with all the threats and dangers that plant is subject to --
[Ivy tunes out again, gaze going flat and empty.]
The following Warden and Inmate have been paired:
A.J. Crowley //
sauntervaguelydownwards → Arthas Menethil //
darknessb4me
The warden should expect a file to be delivered to his cabin shortly. Please familiarize yourself with the information therein and introduce yourself to your new Inmate as soon as possible.
[She blinks slowly, coming back to herself.]
Sometimes the rot runs particularly deep, of course. I hope you'll be very happy together.
The first greenhouses used on Earth were recorded by Pliny the Elder, two thousand years before my time.
The Roman Emperor Tiberius wanted cucumbers all year round, so, his gardeners made it happen. Their specularium predated the invention of glass; they used oiled cloth or sheets of mica. They weren't used constantly, only at night, to protect the plants from the cold after they'd had the benefit of the sunlight during the day.
More sophisticated versions appeared over a thousand years later. The Vatican, in the thirteenth century, to house plants brought as trophies from tropical exploration. Korea, two centuries afterward. What my contemporaries would consider a modern greenhouse didn't appear until the eighteen-hundreds.
By my time, commercial technology allows plants to be grown out of season, thousands of miles from the environments where they evolved, untroubled by parasites or predators or the vagaries of the weather. Even the most diseased specimens can heal in a place designed for precisely that.
[She falters, briefly, gaze going out of focus. It looks like she's fighting something off, consciously or otherwise.]
Which is perfectly fine, if all you want is something that will thrive in an artificial environment. But when you return it to its home -- with all the threats and dangers that plant is subject to --
[Ivy tunes out again, gaze going flat and empty.]
The following Warden and Inmate have been paired:
A.J. Crowley //
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The warden should expect a file to be delivered to his cabin shortly. Please familiarize yourself with the information therein and introduce yourself to your new Inmate as soon as possible.
[She blinks slowly, coming back to herself.]
Sometimes the rot runs particularly deep, of course. I hope you'll be very happy together.
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Consider me your last line of defense. I didn't enjoy the degree of collateral damage.
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You got problems with girls throwing weight around too, or just guys?
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I hope you stick to your guns with Crowley. [Suspects she won't, but.] You're right about him.
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I feel obliged to ask why you befriended him in the first place.
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Who you spend your time with is your choice. And don't bother telling me that you already know that.
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[Well, partly it's because you're defining Ivy's current behaviour as 'being nice', but.]
The very distant past.
I was...more like you, once.
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[She's surprised by that, and she doesn't try to hide it.]
How?
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Temperamental; easily led.
Human.
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I'm getting better about being led. I'm making my own choices.
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I'm in my thirties; I think we can dispense with 'girl'. [No, she doesn't look it. Plants don't age like people.] But no, not always.
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Was turning into one why you stopped being like me?
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Yes, it was.
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When someone calls you a girl, they aren't aware that they mean much by it - but unconsciously, something registers. Every time they say it, they're teaching themselves to associate you with everything else they might associate with 'girl'. Vulnerability. Weakness. Immaturity. A lack of preparedness to make your own choices and live your own life.
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I call myself a girl.
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You're a woman. Take ownership of that.
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You're real into all this feminism stuff, huh. With this and the abortion stuff and everything.
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Does it not bother you that the society you live in thinks less of you because you were born female?
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Why not?
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