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[chlorophylliac]

[There's a staticky blur of green and red on the screen, and then it shakes like someone's tapping the side of it. The irate, muttering voice that comes through is decidedly not Ivy's.]

Oh for the love of - you'd think the future would be a little bit more intuitive? Come on -

[The picture clears aaaand Shego will be recognisable to anyone who was around before August. She's not really looking older, but decidedly healthier than she did on the Barge; her hair's pulled back into a thick braid and she's wearing a red jacket with a gold Star Fleet insignia on the collar. She looks bewildered for a moment, glancing away from the camera to look at recent transmissions, and her eyebrows lift in recognition.]

Oh. Oh, hey.

[She looks back to the camera and smirks, leaning back in her chair a little.]

Hey, kids. Never thought I'd be around for one of these from this end. How's my very favorite flying rehabilitative facility?

...aaand sorry to whoever's update I just totally ruined, I guess.

[OOC: Ivy's purposely staying away from this event except to creep on other people's messages so have Shego!haxx instead. B| Having said that, do let me know if you want Ivy for anything and I'll make her available!]

Comments

at some point I will want Ivy :c

[with_discipline]

[It's kind of curious to be on this side of the communication glitch, but she can't be particularly irate about it. The work she was doing could wait, and the opportunity to see old friends and friends of friends is too much a temptation to resist.]

How is Starfleet treating you?

She will soon be drawn thither by your pointy face T'Pol

[gotgreenmagic]

More....rules-ish than I'm used to? But pretty good.

[50% of Shego's time is spent nudging boundaries to find out where they are. No formal disciplinaries yet! Yaaay.]

You still on the Barge?

man she needs to meet other Vulcans, she'd hate them much more

[with_discipline]

[That is a not quite smile crossing her eyebrows face.] I imagine Captain Kirk felt the same.

No, I'm not. [And she shifts, so the camera can take in the view out the window.] We're on Vulcan, currently.

[gotgreenmagic]

[She leans forward a little for a better look.]

Wow. So 'we' is you and Trip, right?

[with_discipline]

[Okay now that is definitely a Vulcan smile, hell that is almost a human smile.]

And Elizabeth.

[gotgreenmagic]

Who's - ooohhhhh. She's your daughter?

[Kirk blabbed about the fact that T'Pol and Trip had a kid but he'd said she was dead, sooooo now she knows what your deal was for...?]

[with_discipline]

[What doesn't Kirk blab about, really.]

She is. We'll be leaving for Florida in a few days; it's fortunate this glitch came now. [Because trying to find some quiet privacy with Trip's family is just. not something she expects to happen.]

[gotgreenmagic]

Florida. Family renunion?

[Slightly ambiguous tone because ahaha the flipside of this new arrangement is no family ever B|]

[with_discipline]

[It's okay Shego, your crew will be your new family eventually, you get literally no say in this. :c]

Trip's family has yet to meet Elizabeth. [And also you know they might like to know that their son's alive :v]

What department do you believe you'll be joining?

Private/Voice

[chlorophylliac]

T'Pol.

How is Elizabeth?

[No sarcasm, no bitterness, just as close as Ivy gets to legitimate concern for something bipedal.]

Private/Voice

[with_discipline]

[Oh there you are lady, she wants words. But baby small talk is the only kind of small talk she can actually do, so.]

Very well. There has been no sign of cellular breakdown; whatever technical flaw that first took her from us has been solved. She is healthy. [She isn't monotone by far, but it's so much easier to talk about Elizabeth's death now that it more or less never happened.]

And you, Ivy? Are you well?

Private/Voice

[chlorophylliac]

You've been gone less than two months. I don't know what you expect to have changed.

[Read: nope.]

Private/Voice

[with_discipline]

[Welp] I believe I've done you a disservice.

Private/Voice

[chlorophylliac]

I disagree. We weren't compatible - and even if we were, it doesn't matter. You had higher priorities and I can't fault you for pursuing them.

Private/Voice

[with_discipline]

In that I can agree, but it does not change the fact that I made mistakes in my pursuit.

It was not you I found tiresome; it was the Barge. In fact, I have a great deal of hope for you, though it's obvious you don't. I'm only sorry we weren't assigned earlier. [Before the Barge wore her the fuck down.]

Private/Voice

[chlorophylliac]

Yes, well, no need to worry. My new warden is quite confident.

[This in a tone that says 'I would not use this man's corpse as fertilizer', and not for the obvious reason that Bruce's blood and tissue would kill everything in a mile radius.]

Private/Voice

[with_discipline]

But you do not care for her.

Private/Voice

[chlorophylliac]

He is the sort of arrogant, manipulative, know-it-all scum I tired of in Arkham years ago.

Private/Voice

[with_discipline]

[Ah. That can't be good.]

Is there another warden whom you would prefer?

Private/Voice

[chlorophylliac]

I would prefer none at all. Failing that...

[She makes a harsh, frustrated sound.]

You have, and I suppose had, hope for me. What you didn't have was the smug self-assurance that once I'd recovered from my silly girlish misapprehensions about the world around me, you'd be able to claim your prize from the Admiral - and that in the meantime, if a fellow Inmate attempted to strangle me there'd be no need to so much as ask if I was bruised.

[It's not the detachment or the apathy that bothers her; it's the two in concert that she can't stand.]

Private/Voice

[with_discipline]

[She takes it with a grain of salt, but does feel some - not anger, but the ghost of it. It's quickly suppressed, and she cocks her head in thought.]

Would his concern mean anything to you, if he did express it?

[captain_jtkirk]

He still feels that way.

[with_discipline]

I'll try to contain my surprise.

[captain_jtkirk]

Isn't that an emotion?

[with_discipline]

You must be mistaken. [What are Vulcan jokes.]