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chlorophylliac) wrote2015-06-15 09:13 pm
chlorophylliac) wrote2015-06-15 09:13 pm
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[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 //
sauntervaguelydownwards → Arthas Menethil // darknessb4meThe 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.
Private
Private
No, never.
Distant observation has suggested I'm not missing anything.
Private
Is this just for the month?
Private
No. He has your file.
Private
Fine. I'd rather have an annoying warden than a self-righteous one.
Private
It's still possible he could be both.
Private
How many wardens have you had?
Private
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Two that I've met. Including Crowley, and he's no Fordring.
Private
Two that you've met? Were the others too busy cowering in terror?
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I gather you and Simon know each other.
Private
[Another warden, probably. How bitterly, disgustingly lucky to not need anything for yourself, to be able to come to the ship just to watch inmates boil alive in their insecurities, to sell your soul just for fun and come out still whole and happy.
He hates every bastard who had the gall to never know real desperation.]
We thought we did, yes.
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Her partner was a warden. Apparently they raced.
[Ivy was actually fairly cool with T'Pol's abrupt exit, but only because her deal was regarding her dead daughter.]
I assume it was your attempt to kill the Admiral that made it clear you didn't?
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Yes. I thought we were on the same page, or close.
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He's a warden. You threatened his paycheck.
Private
[Arthas never passes up an opportunity to become more embittered.]
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One more reason not to.