Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Apr 4, 2011 15:43:32 GMT -5
Though she's relatively new to the whole world of doing anything criminal, at least compared to all the famous rogues of Gotham, it didn't take a genius to know that the best way of not getting caught was to keep any evidence from coming to light. And Pamela had taken every possible precaution, from not creating any evidence in the first place by keeping track of everything in her head, to purposefully limiting her activities to those that could be committed by any number of people, to completely destroying every last speck of any other additional evidence the moment she no longer needed it and hiding it in the meantime.
Therefore, she has very little to worry about as she opens the door to her greenhouse. There isn't a stray leaf anywhere in the place to connect her to any of her past crimes, and the few plants that she has relating to crimes that she's planning are well hidden among the rest of her plants. The rest of the plants in the greenhouse are of two kinds: those nearest the entrance and furthest from the lab are mostly those specimens she's most fond of - rare and exotic species of plants that were created by nature and not her. But the vast majority of the greenhouse is devoted to plants she's created to advance her craft. In stark contrast to what's in her yard and home, not much of it is especially pretty to look at, though none of it could be called ugly either; most of them are simply ordinary looking or simply bizarre.
The building is dominated by planters and pots, most of them arranged on long tables to bring the plants they contain to waist level for easier tending. The dominant plant in the central areas seems to be a odd-looking plant that looks very much like grass except for how the leaves are cylindrical instead of flat strips. Another dominant type of plant are the thick vines growing up every glass wall at regular intervals, reaching all the way to the ceiling. There's also a large number of gourd-growing plants of all kinds, with their vines and their oddly-colored fruits spreading around all over the place in a seemingly haphazard fashion. But interspersed among the repeat varieties are single specimens of all kinds and descriptions: trees, bushes, shrubs, and flowers - all of them completely unique. And if there's any organization at all to the way they're arranged, it's impossible to tell, though every part of the greenhouse that isn't a plant is kept neat and clean.
Visible in the back of the greenhouse (if there isn't a plant in the way) is the attached lab, dominated by white counter-tops topped with various pieces of lab equipment. None of that stuff is at all strange, as far as scientific equipment goes, as it's the techniques and skill that Pamela uses and not the tools that make what she does so unique.
His last comment gets a laugh and she notes, "What else do you expect someone who might be the world's best plant hybrid expert to have in their back yard?" Humility is clearly not Pamela's 'thing', though that's not an exaggeration. The only reason why there's a 'maybe' is because she isn't sure of Dr. Woodrue is alive or not (though she very much suspects that he is, much to her dismay), and if he is, she's not sure how their skills compare. She's only seen a precious few examples of his actual work, after all, because he always seemed to be much more focused on theory and toxicology than he was on actually making anything with his knowledge. Then again, after his attack, she became his masterpiece - a clear example that he wasn't all talk. And as much as she learned from him directly, she learned even more by studying what he did to her. She'll have to thank him if she sees him again. After she kills him.
Making a vague gesture to invite Eli inside, Pamela adds, "Feel free to look around all you like. Though I warn you - many of my plants move when touched. There's nothing at all dangerous about any of them though. And feel free to ask any questions you have about anything." With as many people visiting her home and greenhouse as there are, she'd be remiss in making anything dangerous that anyone could stumble upon by accident. Which isn't to say that there aren't a plethora of traps, many of them deadly, spread throughout her yard, home, and especially her greenhouse. But ever since figuring out how to do so, she's created only those that are triggered by her personally - only her physical or mental touch makes them active. And she has absolutely no intention of doing so now.
Therefore, she has very little to worry about as she opens the door to her greenhouse. There isn't a stray leaf anywhere in the place to connect her to any of her past crimes, and the few plants that she has relating to crimes that she's planning are well hidden among the rest of her plants. The rest of the plants in the greenhouse are of two kinds: those nearest the entrance and furthest from the lab are mostly those specimens she's most fond of - rare and exotic species of plants that were created by nature and not her. But the vast majority of the greenhouse is devoted to plants she's created to advance her craft. In stark contrast to what's in her yard and home, not much of it is especially pretty to look at, though none of it could be called ugly either; most of them are simply ordinary looking or simply bizarre.
The building is dominated by planters and pots, most of them arranged on long tables to bring the plants they contain to waist level for easier tending. The dominant plant in the central areas seems to be a odd-looking plant that looks very much like grass except for how the leaves are cylindrical instead of flat strips. Another dominant type of plant are the thick vines growing up every glass wall at regular intervals, reaching all the way to the ceiling. There's also a large number of gourd-growing plants of all kinds, with their vines and their oddly-colored fruits spreading around all over the place in a seemingly haphazard fashion. But interspersed among the repeat varieties are single specimens of all kinds and descriptions: trees, bushes, shrubs, and flowers - all of them completely unique. And if there's any organization at all to the way they're arranged, it's impossible to tell, though every part of the greenhouse that isn't a plant is kept neat and clean.
Visible in the back of the greenhouse (if there isn't a plant in the way) is the attached lab, dominated by white counter-tops topped with various pieces of lab equipment. None of that stuff is at all strange, as far as scientific equipment goes, as it's the techniques and skill that Pamela uses and not the tools that make what she does so unique.
His last comment gets a laugh and she notes, "What else do you expect someone who might be the world's best plant hybrid expert to have in their back yard?" Humility is clearly not Pamela's 'thing', though that's not an exaggeration. The only reason why there's a 'maybe' is because she isn't sure of Dr. Woodrue is alive or not (though she very much suspects that he is, much to her dismay), and if he is, she's not sure how their skills compare. She's only seen a precious few examples of his actual work, after all, because he always seemed to be much more focused on theory and toxicology than he was on actually making anything with his knowledge. Then again, after his attack, she became his masterpiece - a clear example that he wasn't all talk. And as much as she learned from him directly, she learned even more by studying what he did to her. She'll have to thank him if she sees him again. After she kills him.
Making a vague gesture to invite Eli inside, Pamela adds, "Feel free to look around all you like. Though I warn you - many of my plants move when touched. There's nothing at all dangerous about any of them though. And feel free to ask any questions you have about anything." With as many people visiting her home and greenhouse as there are, she'd be remiss in making anything dangerous that anyone could stumble upon by accident. Which isn't to say that there aren't a plethora of traps, many of them deadly, spread throughout her yard, home, and especially her greenhouse. But ever since figuring out how to do so, she's created only those that are triggered by her personally - only her physical or mental touch makes them active. And she has absolutely no intention of doing so now.