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[chlorophylliac]

[Private to Zev]

Are you alright?

[Private to Dick]

How long have you been here?

[Private to Bruce Banner, later]

I need to revisit something we discussed last week.

[Open Spam]

[Ivy's reduced her movements to a limited cycle. She doesn't bother going to the dining hall for food, and she's keeping her visits to the deck to twice a day or so. She visits the Inmate showers, and the library on occasion, and she makes damn sure nobody observes her visits to Erik's but otherwise she keeps herself to her cabin. She has Zev's seedbank to work on, and her own research, and otherwise her need for human company is being solidly ignored until hopefully it'll just starve to death.

She's not hiding from (either) Bruce; that's a ridiculous idea. She's just reached a point where her sadness and anger - her homesickness, God help her - are bleeding into each other, feeding each other. The result is a brooding, isolating not-quite-depression that won't have an outlet until she snaps and destroys something. But what would the point of that be? She'll lose her plants, her powers, what little privacy she's clawed back from a place that offers none. She assumes Banner wouldn't hesitate, anyway, why would he? His passive aggression is insincere and manipulative by its very nature. She doesn't know or care to know what it conceals.

There's a green woman walking the decks, barefoot and purposeful, but her face is flat and empty.]

Comments

[Private]

[love_slave]

I'm angry. But I'm not going to let myself be walked on anymore. [She's getting better at reading, but her response was still audio.]

Are you okay? Were any of the talking plants helpful?

[Private] OOPS. Always audio for Zev!

[chlorophylliac]

Good.

I'm fine. The local flora was - more forthcoming but less useful than usual.

[Private] Sure thing!

[love_slave]

At least I don't think it was their fault. That place wasn't good for anyone.

If something had managed to get to any of my friends I'd be even angrier than I am now. Where are you?

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

...I'm in my cabin.

[Not sure if by saying this she's passively agreed to a visit. Not sure if she wants this to be the case or not.]

[Private -> Spam]

[love_slave]

[Of course Ivy did. That's why Zev is coming over now. It's only logical, right? Right.

[She knocks on the door when she gets there, none the worse for the wear because of her adventure. She pretty much took Ivy's advice and saved everything up for her punch.

Violence there seemed to go pretty right.]

[Spam] because EVERY CR

[yeahscience]

[Despite how pissed off Jesse was at Ivy before the flood, he's not actively avoiding her, either. He's not actively avoiding anyone except maybe Narvin and Ladd, which is pretty much typical. It's just that much like Ivy, he's got the things he needs to look after -- research for her, Tommy and Arya for him -- and outside of that, there doesn't seem to be much point right now to trying one way or the other.

He can name what's going on in his head, knows it starts with a w and a couple of little pills and ends with a meeting, but that doesn't make it any less of a drag to get through. Where she's purposeful up on the deck, he's purposeless, lying on a deck chair and smoking and just trying to wait it out till something makes him want to get up again. He blinks when he sees the shadow of her move past and lets his head loll to the side, inhaling deeply.]

...Hey.

Re: [Spam] because EVERY CR

[chlorophylliac]

[Given the tone and content of their last conversation, she's surprised that he's opening with words and not obscene gestures or thrown objects, not that she'd have the energy or inclination to give either of those the responses they deserved. She leans against the railing nearby, facing him with her back to the void.]

Jesse.

[Spam]

[yeahscience]

[Even if he was feeling a little more energetic, his mood towards her's been tempered -- not lifted, but tempered -- by Banner's hortatory, by the little girl playing Farmville. He wearily pushes himself to sit up in the deck chair enough that he can look at her, tugging his hoodie tighter as if against a sudden chill in the air.]

Lemme guess: now you're bored.

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

No. No more then usual, anyway.

[She leans back, tilting her face upward. Even if there's no sun and there's light coming from every direction, she seems to get the best of it this way.]

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

It'll be two years in December. [Which is just depressing holy shit. :c]

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

What did you make your deal for?

[She doesn't expect to be told, but hey, it's no skin off her back either way.]

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

[He's told plenty of people, and it's not like he's really tried to keep it a secret, so he's fine with her knowing, really.]

The people who were killed when Chemo was dropped on Bludhaven.

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

So you'll be here for as long as it takes.

[private]

[lastincident]

I'm always available. Or almost always.

[private]

[chlorophylliac]

Mm.

Are you still offering me CES access to assist Zev with her seedbank?

[private]

[lastincident]

Yes.

[ No qualifiers or conditions. ]

[private]

[chlorophylliac]

[Of course not. Those come up later.]

I'll accept it.

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara is brooding.

She's been brooding for ages, if she's honest with herself, but it's reached a fever pitch.

Sometimes, when her head was too cluttered with aches and losses and problems she couldn't solve, she'd head up to the top of the tower, and stare up at the sky.

The closest thing here is the deck, so that's where she heads when she starts doing more staring than working. She's hoping there won't be many there - or, if there are, that they'll be quiet.

She didn't expect Ivy. Instinctive caution tenses her muscles, but it's concern, more than anything, that drives her forward.]

Ivy?

[chlorophylliac]

[Ivy nods her acknowledgement. After Dick, Barbara is the most tolerable of the Gotham set - her opinion on Tim wavers but tends eventually to slope back toward the negative - and she doesn't mind her company. At least, she's not offended by her mere existence.]

Barbara.

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara offers a slight, weary smile as she falls into pace with her.]

Doing well after that altercation? [She keeps her tone carefully light. She wants to know, but it's - she doesn't think it will ever be an easy subject.]

[chlorophylliac]

[She lifts her eyebrows, though she can't say she's surprised.]

That made the news, did it? I'm fine. He didn't so much as put his hands on me.

Spam

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas is pacing outside of the CES but stops just long enough to look Ivy dead in the eye.]

Spam

[chlorophylliac]

[She pauses long enough herself to meet his eyes neutrally and not say anything. Fair to assume that if he wants to talk he'll just do it.]

Spam

[darknessb4me]

[He just bows - stiffly, reluctantly.]

What are you?

Re: Spam

[chlorophylliac]

[This is legitimately the nicest thing that's happened to her in weeks. She tilts her chin in acknowledgment.]

They tend not to categorize something unique, but - I am the guardian of the living Earth. [Her lip curls.] Or I was.