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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.