For lastvoyages: Spam for Greenhouse

[can_has_vodka]

 [A pair of Rhode Island Red chickens in bright blue cloth diapers march around the floor of the greenhouse. Arkady sits just under the rotunda in Lotus. The lights are dimmed to night-cycle, but soft purple light emanates--from her, for she is deep in meditation, her mind expanded to take in the overwhelming panorama of possible futures and worlds spread ahead of them. On the Barge, there have been so many possibilities that predicting the future is almost impossible, but that is no excuse to miss practice. She loves the changes to the greenhouse, and though she can't quite enjoy them in her current state, she's happy enough that they will be there when she opens her eyes.]

[She senses the minds on the Deck and withdraws slightly, dodging away from investigating their thoughts. She gets lonely sometimes, stuck within the confines of his own mind, but it is a small price to pay for the opportunities here.]

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[wedonot]

[Charles hadn't honestly been expecting much telepathic contact on the Barge - or anywhere, really - until he'd run into Po, and so while hanging out on deck, the contact catches him a little off guard.

But instead of shying away from it, he nudges back slightly, not really reading Arkady's mind so much as just acknowledging that he'd sensed hers and sending a sort of confused 'Hello?' her way.]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady's eyes pop open, and she lets out a delighted squeak which startles the chickens. The psychic contact gets a slightly puppyish tinge of enthusiasm.]

Hello! Oh hello! Who are you?

[On the heels of that a small package of information: her name, appearance, and a brief view from inside the Greenhouse--which inexplicably involves chickens.]

[wedonot]

[Charles lets out a little surprised laugh at that, because most of his other contact with telepaths has been... a lot less friendly, honestly, so the enthusiasm is unexpected, but appreciated.]

Charles Xavier. I'm a warden. [And he sends back his own information, what he looks like and where he is, sort of distantly wondering about the chickens in a way she can likely pick up on the trail end of his thoughts.]

[can_has_vodka]

Me too! Oh this is lovely. Hello Charles. [There is a tinge of relief in her psychic tone. Since coming here she spoke once each mentally with Narvin, the Doctor and the TARDIS, and been in Lua's mind, but that has been it. Her native state is a semi-hivemind with at least ten other individuals.]

[Soft giggling down the link as she focuses briefly on the chickens. They needed a walk.]

I've been here perhaps eight months. The people are a mix of lovely and terrible. More lovely than terrible, though. Would you like to come in out of the cold?

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BB <33

[wedonot]

If you wouldn't mind some company. [He can sense the relief and is curious about it, and since the only other telepath he'd really come in contact with before coming to the Barge was sort of looking to get him killed if it came down to it, he was interested in getting to know other people with the ability.

And once he's wheeled himself into the greenhouse, he decides to ask out loud, just in case:]

"Would you prefer to continue verbally or telepathically?"

[See, look at him growing up, asking permission.]

worth the wait, NP. :)

[can_has_vodka]

I'd love some. [The purple glow flickers slightly and then fades as she stands up and opens her eyes. Inside the greenhouse it is warm and dim, and smells of the jasmine vines that have been planted atop each pillar.]

"If it's all the same to you I'd prefer the telepathic. The truth is that I've been alone in my mind for a bit too long. The Gallifreyans are superb telepaths, but they're intensely private."

[The rooster wanders up to Charles and peers at him boldly.]

[wedonot]

[Charles nods and laughs a little at the rooster.] "Hello."

[And switching back over to telepathy:]

I'm certainly alright with it, it's not often I get to talk with someone like this. I'd only ever met one telepath before coming here, and she wasn't exactly friendly.

[trenchcoatedly]

[Appearing in Arkady's view is what appears to be, to her altered senses, a vaguely humanoid ball of light, bright enough to be difficult to look at, almost like staring into the sun. The light, by the way, has two vaguely formed light wings, which flutter into a soft rest as Castiel returns to study a small set of sunflowers. He's already identified that several of them are suffering from some kind of disease (Pseudomonas syringae, he suspects), but has yet to figure out how correctly to cure it. A quick shot of grace supports the disease as much as the flower, so that's out, at least. He's closely investigating the leaf when the splash of purple catches his eye.]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady starts reeling her perceptions as someone comes in...someone so bright that it makes her long to connect to it. But she remembers a warning she received recently, and also her efforts to simply not be that rude.]

[The faint purple glow starts to fade, and she sighs happily, opening her eyes and looking around.] Hello!

[The rooster wanders up to inspect the newcomer. Bok.]

[trenchcoatedly]

[She turns from the maligned flower to Arkady fully, studying her as she comes out of her trance and smiles at him. Then, he looks down at the chicken, giving it a gentle pat.]

Hello. I hope I didn't disturb you.

[can_has_vodka]

[Bertie leeeeeaaans. His mate peers around a rosebush at them.]

Oh no, I love company. And there was simply too much information to sort through again. [Arkady stands up with a smile.]

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel scratches the chicken behind it's ruff distractedly. She tilts her head at Arkady.]

What were you doing, then?

[can_has_vodka]

Trying to see the future. It is very difficult to do that here because there are so many possibilities. But making the effort helps me grow stronger and more focused. [She stands up.] Are you doing all right? [She doesn't know if a being that was neither male or female under it would be troubled by a sex change.]

[with_my_teacup]

[A mind sleek and simple, a little more shaped like an animal than most human, but nowhere near all the way there. Riddick's walking in the greenhouse, quietly, because the smell of plants is soothing even if he's not going to make a deal of anything ever being able to sooth his kind of pissed off.

He sees the woman, figures her for meditating, and prowls on; almost silent. Intent on finding cover and just breathing in the smell of green.]

[can_has_vodka]

[She senses him, and it really doesn't require a telepath to tell that he needs a bit of quiet space. The light dims and flickers slightly, then steadies, and she goes on, only keeping enough attention on her body to acknowledge him if he decides to talk.]

[The chickens, on the other hand...well. There is a downside to having an affinity for animals.]

[Sir Bertie is somewhat misnamed, for instead of being a bit of a failnoble and timid, he's bold, forward and into everything. So Riddick now has a diapered rooster quietly following him. 'sup?]

[with_my_teacup]

[If it were a dog, a cat, a large mammal he could halfway communicate with, that'd be one thing. But he eats things like this. And it obviously doesn't care. Obviously not bred anywhere where it was prey.

So it's more amusing than anything, until it tries to get pushy, and he turns around and squats down to look at it.]

[can_has_vodka]

[No, Bertie Rooster gives no fucks. He peers up at the large human who looks vaguely like Arkady's extremely muscled older brother, and boks softly. Then he ducks his head and spreads his ruff. Scritch?]

[At this the purple light dims out and Arkady breaks into soft giggles.] Oh no. Bertie--sorry, do you want him off of you?

[with_my_teacup]

[He reaches down, rubbing the ruff with a finger as requested.]

Nah. Unless he decides to try to chase me out. In which case I'ma eat him.

[can_has_vodka]

[Happy birdy squint.]

No no, neither him nor me. I left the door unlocked for a reason.

[chlorophylliac]

Ivy hasn't visited the greenhouse often - partly because her own cabin has almost as many plants and the extra attraction of having no people, partly because she's aware that her presence there might be treated as an invasion of some sort and it's more than she wants to be troubled with. However, the recent port has bolstered her sense of self-righteousness enough that she feels anyone taking that stance deserves the asskicking they'll get in response. And the new greenhouse is beautiful.

Even with her powers diminished, the response when she walks in is obvious. The plants she touches surge with a new lease of life, throwing out new shoots, furled flowers coming into early bloom, even in the absence of 'sunlight'. The roots and leaves hum with chemical messages, the news of her presence sweeping its way silently around the space. There's a mutual surge of adoration - not just her for them, but they for her. Ivy pays no mind to the faint purple glow in the half-darkness, or the animal sounds, far more concerned with getting acquainted with the room's flora.

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady grows more and more aware of the greenhouse coming to life around her, and her mind reels in to study what she can of the patterns. She has mastered the minds and energies of humans and animals but plants are still a little beyond her.] Oooooh! [Almost like a child, and followed up by a giggle. She can't really help it. If she's intent on shooing out the wandering Inmate she seems too distracted by the show, and how it takes her back to one of her clanmates. And the taste of strawberries...] Oh, that's just lovely.

[chlorophylliac]

[Ivy half-opens her eyes, not quite disconnecting from the plants (still communicating, learning if they've been treated well and by whom) but allowing enough of her consciousness to address the voice.]

Arkady.

[can_has_vodka]

[The plants have largely been tended by one individual, Dracula, who has done a careful job since Persephone moved on, but isn't Persephone. They are healthy except for a stand of sunflowers, which are fighting a minor fungal infection.]

Hullo Ms. Ivy! Lovely that you came to visit. I had hoped some people would come down to enjoy the place while I was about.

[chlorophylliac]

It's just Ivy. [Most of her botanical reports are coming back the same - cold hands, unliving, but careful nonetheless. She finally withdraws for the time being.]. Why?

[can_has_vodka]

All right Ivy.

Oh, why want visitors? Because this place isn't just for me, and it's the only warm spot on the deck. Besides, it really is lovely.