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[chlorophylliac]

Since the vampire and now the angel have both resigned their posts but thoughtfully left the door unlocked, I'm adopting the greenhouse and garden.

At least, until one of you idiots decides I'm turning them into my own personal fortress and threatens to hose me down with herbicide.

[Or, more pragmatically, until another Warden gets a key. Of course she can't access the gardening tools, but…she's not the kind of person to be inconvenienced by that.]

[Private to Zev]

There's enough space to seed some of the excess from our collection. Do you have any preferences? I can make chemical adaptations to the soil as necessary.

[Private to Morgana]

I've heard you returned.

Do you remember anything?

[Open spam]

[It's raining lightly on deck, the shower a soft constant drumbeat on the glass overhead. Ivy's still damp from crossing the deck to get here, but the rain and the humidity inside the greenhouse are pleasant, even rejuvenating.

All she's got to do today is basic maintenance. She's mapping plants and soil types in a notebook, occasionally deadheading the spring-flowering plants, and checking for early indicators of disease. Nothing so far; Castiel knew his work. Still, it's nothing to reach into the more vulnerable species and rethread a few strands of DNA, decreasing their susceptibility.

Not having access to the greenhouse equipment cupboard is only irritating insofar as it's also where the less dangerous resources - seed trays, watering cans - are kept. So she's liberated both from her own cabin, along with some fertilizer she made herself, and spends a little time readying a few trays to grow seedlings for the outdoor garden.

It's all easy, meditative work, and it would be quiet if not for the hum and chatter of the plants all around her.]

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[yeahscience]

[He doesn't actually have much of an issue with her taking over the greenhouse, but--] Does this seem like really good timing to you?

[chlorophylliac]

If nobody cares for the plants, they'll die.

Beyond that, I really don't care.

[yeahscience]

As long as no one flips out, I guess...

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[routemistress]

[Iris has seen the green woman around for what feels like forever, always on the edges of the network, always with an air of not being interested in forming friendships that's discouraged her from making contact. But she's too interesting not to seize on the slim opportunity when it's offered.]

Ivy, isn't it? Anything warden-locked you need to get at, let me know.

[video]

[chlorophylliac]

I will.

[She won't.]

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[bodilesswarrior]

Sounds like a good plan to me. [And her tone is actually sincere. They'll need to do regular checks, obviously, but Ivy having a soothing distraction is probably best for everybody.]

Is there anything you'll need that you can't access?

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[chlorophylliac]

[Her cabin is already full of plants. This is the botanical equivalent of taking in an abandoned puppy even though you already have a dog.]

A pair of decent pruning shears will be useful but they aren't necessary yet.

[And she anticipates someone else taking the place over long before they are.]

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

Pieces. [She's wheeled from exhausted to furious to exhausted and back again, and for whatever reason talking to a green woman isn't phasing her. That's probably a good sign.]

You're-- [a flower, a weed, no--] Ivy?

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

Ivy, yes.

We knew one another before you disappeared - I did you a few favors.

What happened to you, Morgana?

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

[It's a familiar cadence, and she pauses. For a second, she's in the caves below Ismere, staring Arthur down - she's in Camelot's throne room, facing him finally--

She focuses on Ivy again, who looks and sounds nothing like Arthur, and arches her eyebrows.]

The same thing that I was told happened to all of us. [Which is death, but it's also failure, in so many ways.]

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[godsays]

[ He has stopped short in the entrance to the greenhouse. Heedless of the rain - he hardly notices it. His attention is fixed, however, on what he sees before him.

The plants are so green that they hurt his eyes. Hardly any an ordinary brown or grey. What a bizarre color - it's like suddenly seeing the sky as a bright yellow, or water becoming orange. And yet there is so much of it, layers and varieties of green, darker and brighter, paler and bolder.

This is without a doubt the strangest sight he has perceived thus far. ]

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[chlorophylliac]

[When he comes in, Ivy's mostly hidden behind a supporting column, encouraging a climbing rose to stay on its own trellis instead of encroaching on other plants.

She perceives the new arrival as a ripple in the voices of the plants, and steps out to get a look. Needless to say, except for the hair she's the same vivid green as the plants surrounding her.

He looks - surprised. Stunned, even. By the presence of the plants on the Barge, their species and nature - their existence at all?]

You're new here.

[It's a statement, not a question, but frankly she doesn't pay much attention and she could be wrong.]

[godsays]

[ He glances to her, notices her skin, and briefly wonders if he's hallucinating. If the voice has been replaced by something else.

No; that doesn't make sense.

His lips part, as though he's about to speak, and then his mouth closes again. He drifts further into the greenhouse, but doesn't touch any of the plants. Lets his eyes rest on them, in turn. He wishes he had tin to burn, to enhance the senses. He feels numb and blind without it. ]

Why are they... like this? [ He struggles with the question. It just seems so absurd to him. ]

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[payshisdebts]

[ Tyrion might be humming some tune or another as he comes to the greenhouse; he's had no care for it before, but now? Well, he can't help but want to check up on Ivy; little does he know all his favorite women on this boat run to the crazy (and each other). ]

Ah, it is the Goddess of the Green; you seem to have found a proper domain. How do you fare?

[spam]

[chlorophylliac]

Very well, thank you.

[Ivy offers him a small, calm smile from where she's working at the slow, almost invisible task of weaving new strength into the plants. There's little in the way of visible feedback; at best, the leaves seem a little greener, the buds of blossom a little more swollen.]

And yourself?

[wedonot]

You hadn't already adopted them?

[chlorophylliac]

I kept an eye on them, but Castiel was simultaneously competent and irritating enough that I didn't feel the need to do anything more.

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[megamind]

[ She gave him a time, and Megamind arrives on it. Only one brainbot in tow, and an odd wand in hand. Courting disaster? No. Just -- trying to keep himself busy, after all. No inmate, Barbara and Gaeta's lousy attempt at a coup... ]

[ Things like this meant he was actually helping people, as opposed to being a petty dick about things. ]

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[chlorophylliac]

[By this time, Ivy's long since finished her sweep of the plants on deck; she was just about wrapping up some other work when she hears the knock. She comes to the door in a short white coat and a pair of lab goggles and nothing else, looking like something that would pop out of a cake at a botanist's birthday party.]

Megamind.

[She eyeballs the robot for a second, then steps back to let them both in, using the goggles to push her hair back. On the left side of the door is her original cabin - a smaller and simpler but much busier greenhouse than the one on deck - and on the right is her small but neatly equipped lab space, the two separated by a glass wall.

Some of her splicing projects are in evidence; for example, a slender tree in one corner is glowing of its own accord. There's also a small, leafy rabbit hybrid lazily weaving around the undergrowth.]

[Private]

[love_slave]

I have no preferences. It will be nice for any of them to be here even when people are gone-

Wait, I would like a silver leaf tree from my inmate's home. Do you think you could do that?

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

Yes. Do you have any part of one? A seed, a leaf?

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[silver_tongue]

[Loki smiles benignly at Ivy, fooling no one.]

Ivy. Tell me what sort of plants you care for in that greenhouse.

Private - video

[chlorophylliac]

Take that look off your face, rephrase your order as a question and maybe I'll tell you.

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[wecanavenge]

[Since the Barge fell back into the Admiral's hands, Erik has been quiet. Not docile, but quiet. He has a tendency to forget that he's not on his own anymore, and sometimes it carries him to old, dark places. But today he seeks her out, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt when he walks into the humidity of the greenhouse. It doesn't take long to find her, and he's careful where he walks, avoiding overhanging vines and the like.]

How are they?

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[chlorophylliac]

In good health. Castiel was insufferable but he knew what he was doing.

[She sets down the watering can she's been using and she crosses the small space between them so they can speak quietly.]

And how are you, Erik?