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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]

[routemistress]

thank you. I'd be kind of surprised if there were any favours I could usefully do you, but if you think of one please name it.

[Private]

[lastrat]

[He wasn't going to say anything, he doesn't for a long while, has to come back much later, because he doesn't want to ask her anything. But since she obviously already worked him over, it leaves James with time on his hands.]

Why?

[velocette]

[Huh.]

Any idea what happened?

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

Specificity, darling. You can do it. Why what?

[Private]

[lastrat]

Take your pick. Why did he attack Cassel?

Why did you stop him?

[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

private

[permutates]

Do you need help?

[chlorophylliac]

Are you his Warden?

[lastincident]

[ brow. arch. ]

Where are you now?

[Spam]

[mistconduct]

[During all this kerfuffle, Chris has absolutely no idea what's happened to his boyfriend, because while he was training with his warden, his communicator was stolen.

Now he's wandering the gym and the hallway just outside it, trying to retrace his steps with a confused but unhurried frown. Where the fuck did he leave it?]

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

Two-Face is scum. And I'm choosing to let that pass as an answer to both questions.

private

[chlorophylliac]

No, he's down for the count and then some.

Kind of you to offer, though.

private

[permutates]

I didn't mean just taking him down.

Private

[chlorophylliac]

My cabin.

Private

[bodilesswarrior]

Thank you. [She cares about Harvey despite herself, but touching Cassel? Um, no.]

How badly was Cassel hurt? Were you injured at all?

private

[chlorophylliac]

Ah. Well, the remaining mess is someone else's problem.

Private

[lastincident]

I assume he couldn't hurt you?

[velocette]

Yeah.

Private

[chlorophylliac]

I didn't give him the chance.

private

[permutates]

Then tell me if there's anything I can do.

Like, I don't know. Let you into the spa.

Private

[lastincident]

I really shouldn't be pleased that you chose vigilantism, but I'm glad you got Cassel to safety.

[ and secretly pleased about vigilantism; better than the other. ]

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

[Ivy's going from the showers on Three to her own cabin on One, but when she hits the stairwell she sees Chris looking bewildered down on Level 4 and sighs softly, clearing her throat.]

Looking for this, D'Amico?

[Yes, she's holding his communicator. Yes, she's already established whose it is.]

[Spam]

[mistconduct]

[Looking up, Chris' face is in obvious relief at seeing his lost communicator, and he walks over to come and claim it]

Dude, yeah, thanks. Where was it? I thought I'd set it down with my towels and shit.

[He stops in front of Ivy, his hand out]

What, checking my facebook or something?

Private

[chlorophylliac]

Only if you're offering to give me a backrub.

[Ivy, violence really shouldn't make you flirty. But she just laughs it off and moves on.]

No, thank you. I'm fine.