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[chlorophylliac]

[Hiii Barge. Ivy's in the men's showers, a couple of spots of blood on her face.

Behind her, a tangle of her vines lift Harvey Dent's bleeding, unconscious body into view. His mouth is acid-burnt - both sides - both his arms are hanging at weird angles and his fingers are all heavily bruised. The unscarred side of his face is bruised. And that's just the stuff that's visible.]

I found this beating Cassel Sharpe. Whoever it belongs to might want to come deal with it.

[She makes a sharp gesture and the vines drop him. Sorry about any major fractures that might have aggravated, Harv.]

Cassel's in the Infirmary.

[And she clicks off. All done. By the time anyone comes to scape Harvey off the floor, she'll be gone.]

Comments

[text/private]

[chlorophylliac]

My pleasure.

[Seriously. And a few minutes later she adds:]

There might be something. I'll contact you.

[text/private]

[routemistress]

Mine too, if only vicariously. Do that <3 <3

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[chlorophylliac]

[And a while later, once she's done putting another dent in Bruce Banner's integrity.]

The magnitude of the favor I want may be greater than you anticipated being asked, and would need to be undertaken in confidence.

I would be prepared to owe you.

[text/private]

[routemistress]

I may draw the line at anything that's going to get me demoted. Probably. Then again you probably wouldn't need me for anything along those lines, would you?

I'll promise you confidentiality at the very least. What do you need?

[text/private]

[chlorophylliac]

No. I wouldn't.

I have a collection of seeds in storage. Some will thrive on Earth. Several won't. I'm not in a position to find homes for them.

I have the necessary climatological data and soil sample analyses.

[text/private]

[routemistress]

That shouldn't be a problem. I can either move them off-Barge or store them in my ship here.

[text/private]

[chlorophylliac]

Given the changeable nature of the ship I'd be more comfortable with the former. Anything lost I won't have the opportunity to replace.

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[routemistress]

[Iris knew about Zev's project from Zev; if she were on video now you would see the visible click of two and to making four behind her eyes.
But confidentiality was asked for and so she doesn't mention that.]

I can arrange that. I've got storage facilities in 1970s London and 1985 New York. I can keep them safe while I find the right planets for them.

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[chlorophylliac]

[Good call. Ivy knows Zev didn't keep the seedbank a secret, she knows how transparent this is, and if Iris called her on it she wouldn't try to dissemble - but it's nice not to have to. Because feelings. Hrrngh.]

Thank you.

Let me know when and where and I'll bring them to you.