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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?

[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.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

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

[private]

[lastincident]

I'm always available. Or almost always.

[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?

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[darknessb4me]

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