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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[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.