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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Aug 7, 2015 6:44:10 GMT -5
It felt like years since she'd seen Pam. Or Ivy, as the news reports had started to call her. While she still preferred Pam, she understood the change and why she'd want to be called the new moniker. Her fellow femme fatale and friend had gone through a metamorphose, and of course with change comes a new name. She knew the feeling all too well. Before she had been Catwoman, she had been a nameless thief back in college. And before that? A rather morose highschooler dealing with the loss of her parents by refusing to conform to her private school, and stealing, even then, finding solace in stealing cigarettes, money, and bonding with the local tomcat.
And before then? She had been Selina Kyle. Lover of dancing, and the joyful daughter of two parents that cared a great deal.
So to hear that Ivy now had some spare time, yet needed a bit more privacy than standard called for, Selina had the perfect idea. Her home was quite private, and considering the concerige was there for a reason, it was no issue to call down to say that she was going to have a guest use the rear entrance, and if someone could show her the way via the service elevator, she'd greatly appreciate it.
And considering the location of her loft apartment, overlooking Robinson Park, and the amount of money she had put down, upfront to outright buy the spacious loft, they were more than accommodating in her request.
Now all that had to be done was leave instructions for Ivy, making sure to reiterate that if she came later in the afternoon, and closer to the evening, it may even be more secure, and to figure out exactly what to have to nosh on. Not that it would too difficult to pull together refreshments. And to tidy up while waiting...
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Aug 8, 2015 15:58:20 GMT -5
Given how much has changed for Poison Ivy recently, it might as well have been decades since she last saw Selina. Not that she doesn't feel like she's the same old Poison Ivy she was the last time she saw her, but she's grown considerably since. When she discovered just how difficult a vigilante can be and how horrible it is to be captured by one, and then had so much time to stew and promise herself that would never happen again, she knew that she'd set a very lofty goal for herself and big changes needed to be made to reach it.
And has she reached it now? Well, she can't know for sure unless and until she faces Batman - something to be avoided whether she would win or not. If she is strong enough to defeat him, she wouldn't assume it would be by such a large margin that she could brazenly do whatever she wants in the city as if the man doesn't exist. But though she hasn't put it to the test, she's fairly confident that she'd fair well if she had to face him. Dealing with pretty much any other annoyance in her life has gotten much easier, that's for sure.
Which is why she doesn't bother to hide herself very much as she visits Selina - the back way is quite discreet so she can be sure that she'll be seen by very few. And the few who do see her need only a gentle, "Do be a dear and forget it was me who came in." Pheromones are very helpful like that. Still, she doesn't come in her 'rogue outfit', which has been more often been made entirely of leaves lately as that's cooler in the summer months, but is instead wearing a red halter-neck cocktail dress as that's what struck her fancy when she was staring at her closet earlier. She's paired it with a pair of silver, strappy high-heeled sandals and a white shoulder bag with silver detailing.
Though she's been finding it more and more comfortable to be out and about in the daylight hours, especially in the morning and afternoon, the early evening is perhaps a good time for this visit for her as well - when she begins to feel herself winding down. She can push on into the late night and the early morning if she has a good reason to, but she's always more comfortable when she follows the sun and so this time of day does feel like the time to relax and catch up with a friend.
That she does consider Selina a friend is evidenced by the way she lightly taps on the door when she arrives. The number of people she visits at their home is rather small to being with, and the vast majority of them would either get their lock picked or the door broken down, depending. In this case she doesn't even have to consider the fact that Selina probably has ways to protect her home from either.
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Aug 21, 2015 23:01:40 GMT -5
Home visits were something she had in mind when she chose this location to resettle back in Gotham. And while she has had a few 'unexpected' guests now and again, it was more due to the fact she was expecting them, and keeping her security a bit more lax to allow them to 'break in' suited her circumstances more than having them face her details.
Even now, as she's mulling over her wine selection, it's clear that the rather open floorplan loft was customized to her exact specifics. Money had not been an option, and she loved the location. Several stories up, lovely view overlooking Robinson Park, easy access to several areas of Gotham that intrigued her. She couldn't have said no to it. On the days she wanted to walk to work, she could. On those other days, it was easy to take a car. She had options, and loved it.
Considering most of the living space is open, as the door would dump one right into the open ceiling-ed living space, with to die for windows. Ones spanned floor to ceiling and she could tint with the touch of a button. Her sectional sofa is positioned on a lush rug, a chair here and there if one favors something other than a couch. A marble fireplace serves as a semi-dividing place from the dining area, which again, is a table, and then the kitchen, all fitting in a nice 'L' shape, reversed, from entering the main door.
There is then a slight hallway, with her own master suite utilizing most of the space, another few rooms, and a guest bathroom. She enjoys that most of the living quarters have no walls save the outer ones protecting her from the elements, and the sleeping areas are neatly squared off, as well.
And to speak of the security measures implemented? Well, she doesn't exactly speak of those at all, but the measures she has taken, are seamlessly integrated with cameras, and movement sensors neatly incorporated into her grey, white, and black decor, spruced up with shades of plumb, lavender, and green accents here and there.
She's dressed chic, yet casual, in a pair of soft cashmere leggings and a flowing, poetic silk blouse in a green hue this time. Bare feet, of course, because one can only wear heels and boots for so long without getting sick of them. And it's her home, and as far as she is aware, nothing opulent is planned. She's rather looking forward to seeing Ivy, as much has transpired, and it is just freeing to be able to speak with another woman, on matters of masks, as well as fashion, without having to hold back on either topic.
Finally unable to decide, two bottles are pulled and placed on the counter, wine glasses ready. And if Ivy is hungry, she has a bit of this and that to keep them both occupied. And just in time, the light knock on the door calls her attention. It's a short walk to the door and she opens it, making sure Jasper is still coiled and sleeping on one of the chairs. He does like to visit the neighbors and solicit treats from them now and again, if not entirely escape to visit friends.
"Ivy! Come in! I'm so glad you could make it!" Opening the door wider, she gives an admiring glance to the other woman's attire. The dress is finely made and fits like a glove. Not her favorite shade, but it is doing wonders against Ivy's complexion.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Aug 24, 2015 20:36:58 GMT -5
One thing that Poison Ivy will forever disagree with Selina about is heels - when she's wearing any shoes at all they're always quite high in the heel and yet she'd never complain about them. That some of the recent enhancements of her body make even her feet less human and more plant-like has nothing to do with that - that's her story and she's sticking to it.
She doesn't have to wait very long at all when her tap at the door is answered. "Selina, darling!" she gushes a little, immediately placing both hands on the other woman's shoulders and giving her a double air kiss. Which is far more exuberant than her normal greetings, but then again it's been awhile since they've seen each other properly. She hasn't the slightest clue what Selina has been up to, actually, but that's a sign that she's been too busy to keep tabs on things herself.
Almost every spare moment she's been either busy developing something new in her lab or out gathering the things that she needs in order to do more. Most of that effort isn't visible - partly because it's more difficult to notice the subtle changes in her after the extremely obvious addition of green skin - but also because the vast majority of her work has been in developing her plants, not herself. And as she no longer needs to carry around a full size plant anymore, those improvements are effectively invisible. Well, unless the Bat shows up and she needs to defend herself - then they'd be extremely invisible.
But she trusts that, in spite of the rumors about the Cat and Bat, that Selina would have the good sense to keep him out while she's visiting. In fact, he's not even on her mind as she steps further inside after greeting Selina - taking in the open layout, high ceiling, and large windows. "Oh, what a lovely home! Reminds me of my old mansion!" she comments, stepping into the living area. Well except, of course, her mansion had been infinitely larger, but it still has much the same feel to it. Aside from one missing element, anyway. "Although I was quite fond of using flowers for decoration," she adds, still looking around. And not just flowers but all sorts of other greenery suitable for the indoors - all in planters, never fake, and especially never cut, of course.
Once she's looked around enough to feel that she's appreciated the jist of it - she's sure that she'll have plenty of time to admire the details later - she turns her attention back to Selina as she smiles and says, "But how are you, darling? It seems like it's been forever since we had a good chat!"
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Sept 5, 2015 4:25:34 GMT -5
In truth? She'd been on a rather mopey rampage of sorts. And being able to funnel that into nighttime prowls had been one of the better solutions for it. Not that her heists could ever be pinned down to her. That was the best way to do things. Get in, you get done, and then you get gone. So while her nocturnal antics did go on at night, there was little other than a story here or there about it in the paper. Sometimes two and two would be linked together, mostly through damn Summer Gleeson, but that was another problem, for another day.
Instead she clasps Ivy warmly in kind, greeting her and banishing thoughts of a certain meddling redhead. One that does not have a rather vivid shade of green gracing her skin. Stepping out of the embrace to wave an inviting arm to her home, she had to beam at the compliment. "Well, of course not. But at least it has a somewhat decent view, and I was able to have it built to suit. At least that can make up for square footage. As well as the easy access after dark." Winking to her friend, she moves to where the wine bottles and refreshments are.
"Sadly, I haven't been able to find anything suitable. And with my schedule, I'm not the best at keeping them up. And you know, Jasper is just about as adventurous as I am, so that is another problem." Motioning to the slumbering cat, she has to shake her head. His antics have been interesting as of late as well.
"You wouldn't happen to have any recommendations for this space, would you? All the windows have a remote to control light access to my content." And while she quietly waits for whichever wine, if Ivy cares for, she is momentarily quiet as her own life as of late, in between all the antics of being locked up, and dealing with the Gala have settled, to exactly what she has been up to.
Exhaling a breath held a moment too long, she pours herself a glass of wine. "It has been a while. Since the Gala, I believe. That whole endeavor, which was a pity you couldn't attend. I do hope the guards were kind enough to not touch everything I sent." Steadying herself slightly behind the counter, she continues. "We did have that shopping trip, but I wasn't able to fully ask everything I wanted about you! And I do believe you have a bit of filling me in on details as well!" She exclaims, not willing to touch on the absence of both Bruce, and Batman in her life at the moment.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 12, 2015 23:04:33 GMT -5
Pursing her lips in thought, of course the first thing that comes to mind is the fact that perhaps any form of a plant would not be the best idea in Selina's care. While nobody is as gifted with plants as she is herself there are those who have a certain understanding of them, enough to not do to terrible of a job with them, but as much as she respects Selina she has to admit that she's skeptical of the other woman's ability to properly care for anything that doesn't have fur and whiskers.
On the other hand, given Poison Ivy's extensive knowledge and belief that there's the perfect plant for every purpose (and if not, she can make one), it doesn't take her more than a moment to say, "Have you considered some form of cactus? They don't require much care or attention as a general rule, and most of them aren't especially appealing to cats. And there's so many kinds, darling - I'm sure there's one that would suit you." And she's sure that there's some that could survive Selina. They're very, very hardy plants, after all.
Noting where Selina has moved to, she asks, "Do you have pinot noir?" She actually doesn't drink wine very often - she usually patronizes establishments where she's a familiar enough face that they have her beverages of choice on hand for her, which is either absinthe or a good herbal tea. And when she's not out at such a place she's most often one to simply drink water - since losing her ability to be affected by either caffeine or alcohol, she's found a lot of drinks to simply be a lot less interesting. Not that she doesn't enjoy a good drink for its flavor, but it seems less worth the effort to obtain one. But if it's wine that Selina is offering and wants herself, then she would hardly refuse a glass.
Walking over to where the refreshments are herself and glancing over the selection, she smiles at the memory of the Gala. "Happily, John was working that day and, well, the man is crazy about me and made sure that I got everything," she replies - which may or may not have been specifically arranged for by her. Selina isn't the only one capable of arranging for things to happen in exact accordance to her wishes. In fact, she's better at it when it's people - of course, that's because she cheats.
"But what would you like to know, darling?" she asks, "If you encourage me to simply ramble aimlessly about what I've been up to, you'll have me at it for hours and I don't think that you'd find it very interesting - I've been spending so much time holed up in my lab." Well, that and robbing places - usually for scientific equipment and rare plant samples - but that ends up on the news so often she figures that Selina's heard about that.
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Sept 15, 2015 10:49:18 GMT -5
At the mention of cacti, her nose wrinkles. While she understands the sentiment and kind gesture, she honestly can't get past how unasthetically pleasing the species is. Just..ugly.
Instead of commenting abruptly on cacti, Selina moves easily to where a few bottles of wine are held along the wall, and with practiced ease swaps out one bottle for another, pausing to mentally run through what she has in her wine fridge. "Are you ok with an aged Pinot? I do have an earlier vintage as well, if you prefer a brighter nose." She comments, quite confident in her choice to satisfy the evening's activities.
It's then to open, dislodge the cork and pour two glasses, sliding one to where Ivy has settled. "Honestly, I'm not a huge fan of cacti. A vine may fare well. I do have an assistant who can make their way over to water them once in a while. And as much as Jasper is fond of things, perhaps a vine may fare better than something more prickly." Midway through raising her glass, her brows raise. "Or, I could get you access, and if you wanted, you could check on them?" It's a grand offer-Selina opening up her own home to a friend. Something she really hasn't done for anyone in years. Unexpected guests on her balcony don't exactly count.
And if there is anyone better to advise her on what may suit her own home, taking away some of the sterility, Ivy is at the top of her field. "Well, I can't exactly blame the man. You are looking quite a bit more fresh now that you're not encarcerated in that damn metal box." She speaks the words with ire, having been locked up a time or two when she was younger. "I can't imagine your prior lifestyle was even suitable after you escaped."
Not for someone who seemed to be a living, breathing goddess of Gaia at this point. While she was no dummy, whatever organic engineering Pam had done to fully inhabit Ivy from inside out was impressive. And other than the television broadcast on her motely crue of friends, she really wants to know how it all came about.
Reaching to her friend, she grasps her warmly at the forearm. "I know we've gone out shopping, and of course I've seen your escapades on television, I've even programmed it to catch certain things, I want to know how you did this! I deal in electronics and stealth. So your chemistry and expertise in this field? Tell me how you shed Pam, and fully become yourself, Ivy. It's a change that really suits you, you know."
...And a lab? Now that is interesting. Very, very interesting.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 22, 2015 4:43:46 GMT -5
"Either is fine, darling," Poison Ivy reassures her, as she's not especially picky when it comes to how aged her wine is - whether young and sweet or old and complex, she appreciates both. Or at least, so long as it's aged properly - whether it's well before or well past its peak, it's just not as good as it could have been - and that's a hard thing to say if you're not familiar with that particular vintage. But seeing as Selina isn't telling her that one is better than the other, then the other woman must not know either and her guess must be just as good.
Stopping next to Selina, about arm's length away, she waits for the other woman to pour and then accepts the glass when it's offered. Delicately smelling it first, she takes a sip and - while she doesn't comment upon it out loud - her vague nods can probably be interpreted as approval. Though her expression abruptly shifts into a frown as Selina expresses her dislike of cacti. "And what, pray tell, is wrong with cacti?" she asks, though mildly enough to suggest that Selina might get away with not answering that if she tries. Which is probably a wise idea...
"I suppose that a vine might work, depending - some of them are much more robust than the others. But I'm afraid that I can't commit to stopping by regularly. I have so many other commitments and projects that I can't promise the time," she adds, a slight frown indicating that she's not entirely pleased with that. She rather enjoys both Selina's company and of course the idea of having more plants to attend is appealing, but no matter how powerful she gets there is still only one of her.
Taking another sip of the wine, she can't help but smile at the compliment. "Oh, it's been night and day, darling. And yes, my time at the asylum gave me so much time to think - to reevaluate how I do things. It was very beneficial, if extremely unpleasant," she replies. And it's true that she's quite different. Even to touch her she feels different - the flesh of her arm is more solid and her skin feels thicker. And she's notably cooler in temperature, being quite a bit warmer than the room and yet not as warm as one expects another person to feel. And all of that is new - she's clearly even more changed now than she was when they went shopping, even though those changes aren't quite as dramatic as the change of her skin color.
"But I've always had a certain inherent understanding of the hard sciences - botany, toxicology, genetics - I won't bore you by running off on the mouth about things you'd need a doctorate in a natural science to understand. But I am becoming and have become nothing more or less than what I have to be. In the end, it wasn't very difficult to turn my back on Pamela Isley - she was not... enough. I couldn't allow myself to remain so helpless, not when I had a way out. I'm sure you can relate," she explains, knowing that - while she and Selina are very different people - they're both women who have faced enough similar challenges for her friend to empathize with that line of thought.
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Sept 28, 2015 2:45:38 GMT -5
Nodding after they both have wine, she entirely understands how Ivy can be busy. She herself is busy with, well, work in one capacity or another, so she can of course understand how Ivy now has little time to just check in on a friend's foliage. As the topic switches back and forth between a few things, she has to pause on the thought of cacti vs a vine. A moment or two passes and she finally speaks. "Honestly, Ivy, if you think a cacti is better, I'll take your word on it. You are the premier study in botany. And you're my friend. I don't know who else I could ask for a recommendation."
And it was true. There were few other people that could recommend something, and she'd actually trust them. And considering who Pam was, and is, and now has blossomed so fully into Ivy...she'd be loathe to not ask the woman before others that have a lesser caliber of understanding in such an area. So if Ivy suggests cacti, she will hopefully embrace the unfamiliar plant instead of something as elegant as a vine. She does like ivy as a vine, even, not to mention the woman she calls a friend as well.
Wrinkling her nose as she makes to grab her wine, as well as the refreshments and bring them to the coffee-table so they can both be a bit more comfortable, she doesn't exactly want to expound on being locked up; because she can bet both feline and fauna have a similar view on the matter. "I feel that growth is much like that. Unpleasant yet necessary in some circumstances. I'm glad you're out in fresh air, now. Have you heard the new plans for the asylum at all?" Selina is mentally crossing her fingers that Ivy has been a bit more productive in hearing a whisper or two on the premises, as she, herself has heard few things about the whole endeavor. It seems a revamp of the buildings is the very tip of the iceberg in this instance, and that the whole Metropham project is taking on a much, much larger scope.
Once she sets down the tray, another trip several feet away bring the bottle so they can both enjoy it without having to get up each time to refresh their glasses. Curling herself into one of the large chairs, Selina beckons Ivy over. While most would see the response to Ivy's knowledge as a strong affront to their intellect, Selina is grateful she's being spared some of it. She's no idiot, no, but she is not anywhere as skilled as Ivy is in her own field. "You're too kind to keep that from me. As it is, I know where to go for help on those. And trust me, I'd rather seek you out, than Jonathan. He can be so...one track minded at times. Did you hear he's dating a redhead?" She raises her glass and smiles into it. She has not met the petite woman, but even the thought of Crane with a woman makes her smile. Hopefully his whole extreme attachment to fear is being loosened a bit as he grasps onto love, or at least infatuation for the time being.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Oct 4, 2015 22:05:32 GMT -5
As Selina decides to turn the entire question of the best flora to the space over to Poison Ivy, one might think that the rogue would be pleased by that. And she is, though her lips immediately purse. But mostly because the more she feels like Selina will listen to her recommendation, the more serious she takes the task of giving one.
And there's actually a lot of different things to consider - while the most important thing to her is what sort of plant is most suited to the conditions it will need to tolerate, Selina's wishes are not irrelevant. After all, if she recommends something that doesn't suit her friend, the plant will probably be thrown out and that would be worse than recommending no plant at all. "Let me ponder the aesthetics for a while - there are so many options," she comments, deciding that perhaps it's best if she gives herself some time to consider them. And since she's not planning on this visit being extremely brief she does have some time to decide what's best suited to the space, in all the various ways one could evaluate suitability.
Setting that problem to stew in the back of her mind, she lets the forefront of her attention turn to other matters - in this case the upcoming changes to the asylum and city. And, seeing that Selina is shifting the refreshments over to the coffee table, she shifts herself somewhat - wandering over to the general area and looking around without sitting yet, still obviously pondering plants and where they might be located and what they might look like. But as she doesn't have to think too deeply about what she's saying, she easily comments, "Yes, bits and pieces - though it may seem that the city has none little since their big announcement, they've simply been getting everything ready behind the scenes. Securing construction contracts mostly - many of the local companies are upset about that. It seems that the city is taking security for their little project very seriously, and as a part of that they're snubbing many of the local companies in favor of those outside of the Gotham area. Which is wise of them if they want to avoid using anyone with suspected ties that would lead to corners being cut - but on the other hand, I've heard that some are upset about so much money essentially leaving the city instead of being invested in local businesses. But it sounds like they'll have everything ready to start construction on that giant wall they've been showing off soon - which will be interesting because there are still quite a few holdouts who won't sell their property to the city. For example, Oswald has been unable to get the Iceberg Lounge out of their plans - which is interesting in its own right." After all, the man is usually quite capable of getting what he wants from anyone, even and sometimes especially the government.
Though the sheer amount of dispassion in Poison Ivy's voice as she speaks of these changes is also telling - the rogue is not worried at all about this, which means that she's probably predicting that it won't matter to her. It's simply an interesting happening within the city, not something that she believes will ever affect her directly.
At Selina's motion to join her properly, she finally sits, crossing her legs but letting herself lean back comfortably in the chair - being careful with her glass of wine. She certainly doesn't consider Selina to be unintelligent, only lacking in her level of education in her areas of expertise. And she'd consider it to be obvious that she's been tampering with her genetics and internal chemistry - to go into much more detail than that, she'd have to start explaining about specific proteins, enzymes, the genes involved, and perhaps a comparative analysis of the various directions she could have gone if she'd made a different series of decisions. The short version of any of that would still probably take hours to explain to someone outside of the field and she suspects that Selina wouldn't enjoy that conversation.
On the other hand, they both enjoy a good round of gossip - that's something they could probably discuss for hours without complaint. She immediately gives a slight eyeroll at the mere idea of anyone going to Crane instead of her for anything. Anything he can do she can do better. "Yes, in fact I met the poor dear in the rec room at the asylum. And even before that I used to listen to her show - she was on the radio, you know," she explains lightly, but there's a frown on her face as she continues, "The poor girl is completely traumatized now - I had to calm her, she was shaking like a leaf. She told me that she's been drugged a number of times and got caught in the middle of a spat with Oswald. And she has a split personality now - like Harvey. Her other half can't feel fear. And both halves are completely hopeless - they both have it worse for Crane than Harley has it for Joker. I mean, Harley will actually somewhat admit that the Joker is despicable - Heather and VerMillion seem to think that everything that's happened to them is perfectly fine." But it's quite clear that Poison Ivy thinks otherwise. Which would seem odd to anyone who knows her well but doesn't know her full history - she usually couldn't care less about other people.
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Oct 11, 2015 1:27:34 GMT -5
The fact that Ivy is showing compassion for a homo sapien stops Selina from fixing up the tray where a few things have shifted. Hands poised above the tray and it's treats she looks up to meet Ivy's eyes, almost like a deer in the headlights. This can't be good, at all. Not at all.
"You're saying she's worse than Harley. And yes, I do remember her show. It was more entertaining than most of the others out there, and the Post with all it's...trash tabloid coverings. At least...it was VerMillion, right? Her on-air personality? Had some wit about her, even when poking fun at us." Blinking, she takes an olive and pops it into her mouth, still on the edge of her seat, semi in shock at the ramifications of Crane, of all people, having a girlfriend. But that's not even the worst of it. Experimenting on her? Drugging her to the point of neuroses?"
"Ivy, you're sure she is ok? Even after...what Jon is doing to her? I can understand what he does...to a degree. He's always been focused on fear. And talking to him half the time is mostly academic, but it usually distills down to 'Fear, fear fear fearfearfearfear. Fear.' And Edward. And now...this girl he has drugged to the point of Stockholm syndrome, with a dash of obsession?" She's simplifying Jon to a ludicrous degree, but he really, truly is rather devoted to his study of the subject.
Even the words taste tainted as she speaks them, the wine doing little to alter the lingering flavor on her tongue. On one hand, she's very, very glad that Crane has found someone he can care about. On the other hand, because she is more than aware of his mental makeup, and how he responds to things, she has to seriously, deeply wonder just how twisted the relationship is. And from what she can recall, from the DJ on air, the personality be it fabricated just for radio, or not, was brash, fun, and bold. To be entirely devoid of fear in any way...was not a good thing. Swallowing another mouthful, she stands abruptly, but able to balance her glass without spilling it. The boons of an athletic, dancer's background, she supposes. Crossing the hardwood floor to where the bottle of wine is, she deftly refills her own glass before returning to where they have made themselves at home before sitting-really sitting in her own place, legs curled under her.
Between the news of Jon's paramour, coupled with all this hush-hush news of the Arkham plans, there will be much to discuss. "I...being a small business owner myself, and one that dabbles in security, it's quite offensive they're outsourcing security. It does make sense, even if I don't like it. Hm." The fact that even Oswald can't get it rezoned makes her not only curious, but worried. If she herself had a tail, it would be flicking as she thought.
"I have heard on the news, and read in the paper about a few things. And if you can piece it together, it seems they want to not only redo quite a bit in the original campus, where the asylum is. Otherwise they wouldn't be outsourcing too much." And it's not even the fact of the money. Legitimate income is one thing. The black market is still going strong as far as she is aware. But when Oswald starts to balk at plans, it's almost like the canary in a coal mine-something is going on.
"Do you feel that we're at stake here, Ivy? I just...I feel that if Oswald is balking, that maybe we should have plans for something? I can't really say how it is in Arkham, as I haven't exactly been behind it's walls. I have been behind bars prior....but it's been a few years." She doesn't exactly do what she does for the publicity. Reaching for another olive, she just can't seem to reconcile the few tidbits of information that are so revealing. And it doesn't help she's off to see Jon next week, either. Maybe she should return to talking about what sort of foliage would work best in her apartment. Considering it was nothing more than a blank slate when she first moved into the space, she's more than proud of how it's all came together.
It's mostly just a huge rectangular shape, the kitchen and main entrance at one end, which opens into a decent sized living space, with one whole wall floor to ceiling windows overlooking the park and the city. Along with the large sectional, there is a duo of large chairs and ottomans than could easily be configured for more seating space. A flatscreen tv is positioned over the fireplace, and is open on both sides. There is a small wetbar as well.
A shorter hallway opens up to a few closed off rooms; a guest bedroom, a hall bathroom, another room of this and that, and then at the very end of the hall, a rather large master suite. This room she is mostly proud of, not only for it's views, windows and light, but because of how she's set it up. A large king bed, chaise, her desk right up against the window. There is a beautiful master bath, not only with a large soaking jacuzzi tub, but a freestanding shower as well, the entire room done in white marble and grey. It's modern with a few softer touches. And the closet, well, the closet is a refined woman's dream, filled and organized with areas to display certain items if need be. And considering how relaxing the entity of her home is, Selina has kept the theme of muted greys, white, cream and hints of shades of purple through her home. The only thing that is lacking to make it truly her's, is foliage.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Oct 19, 2015 2:14:18 GMT -5
With a murmur of irritation in the back of her throat, Poison Ivy reaffirms what she'd said. "Yes, worse than Harley. Harley's problem is that - while she acknowledges that the Joker does not treat her properly - she believes that he will change. Heather, on the other hand, won't even acknowledge that Crane has caused her any harm. It's all someone else's fault. And I'm quite certain that she's not fine. But what can I do about it? She's quite resistant to persuasion and I'm not going to kidnap her," she explains, shaking her head and taking another sip of wine.
"But this VerMillion personality, though she has the same name, is not the same as the radio show host. Similar, yes, but the latter was faked - just for the show - and was mainly very obnoxious. This new personality is... something else entirely. It never occurred to me to wonder what it would be like to talk to someone who is literally fearless," she adds, not attempting to explain it. Though in many ways she doesn't quite understand other people, she does have a rather profound understanding of how to read and manipulate them. And after meeting VerMillion, about all she can say is that the girl is... different. Unpredictable in a way.
In direct contrast to Crane's little girlfriend, who she does have some concern about, the plans for the new 'Arkham City' are not something that seems to matter too much to her personally. That doesn't mean that they're not excellent fodder for gossip. "Did you look up the renderings of that wall they're planning to build?" she asks curiously, "I haven't bothered. But from what I've heard they're supposed to be very impressive - several stories high. But I don't know what they're playing at - walls, guards, cameras - we've been finding our way around those things for years. Do they honestly believe that they just have to make it bigger and it will work?" She shakes her head at that.
"And that's assuming they manage to catch me again, but that's almost laughable at this point," she adds, an amused sound coming from her throat before she adds, "They won't take me there alive or dead. And as for everyone else? Honestly, I don't really care." Her eyes lift slightly and she seems to stare off into the distance for a moment as she says, "About fifty square miles, full of the worst criminals they can catch... I wonder if you'd be able to get me a video feed of the inside - it sounds entertaining." Which might be a bit cold of her, but at least she's assuming that Selina would be available for the task. Though she discounts the ability of many of the 'lower tier' rogues to adapt to the situation and either avoid the place entirely or escape from it if caught, she's assuming that her cat-loving friend will be fine. After all, just how many times has Catwoman been arrested?
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Dec 5, 2015 7:56:35 GMT -5
Letting out a slow whistle, she had to agree; it seems that Harley has a slight awareness of her situation, while Heather...is completely blinded by her dedication to Crane. Blinking and sipping her own glass of wine, she nods to encourage Ivy to continue. So, the radio personality is different than this other personality. Very interesting.
"Someone who is that fearless, could almost be a danger to themselves. I had read a few years ago about a condition where someone is unable to sense pain. So if they get burned, or to the point of breaking a bone-they are unable to sense it. Fear, and even pain, are almost a barometer on when to stop, or when to continue. Fight or flight, almost." Setting down her wine glass, she shakes her head, looking directly at Ivy. "I am going to say that I am quite glad you are not going to kidnap her. I feel that it would be an undertaking nearly no one would be expecting, if she truly is that unpredictable. That, coupled with who knows how Jonathan would behave, that could be a wicked one, two, possible three triple threat if he decides to bring in fear gas, and VerMillion decides to do what she believes she needs to for escaping."
That really is a formula she is hoping to never be equated in. She's already on rocky terms considering her last encounter with Crane, and not exactly willing to recreate such an event. Hell, she's even avoided elevators for a while, opting for the stairs in lieu of quicker transportation.
"I did come across one or two. They must have been earlier renditions, because it showed the walls to be reinforced and tall; but several stories tall? I feel that they are not only wanting to keep people in, but others out as well." It's quite disturbing, to think of a process that involved, and not having a sole Gothamite working on the whole plan.
"And I agree. Walls, security, cameras. They haven't stopped the best of us. And I feel some of the more asinine criminals do it not only for the rush, but the high chance they could get caught. A certain level of acknowledgement and theatricality is almost necessary in those sort of heists. And I doubt they'll bother to even attempt to go after you, after your last stay!"
Nodding to the request, she has to agree, she doesn't want to be put into the whole walled prison-because that is honestly what it is sounding like it is shaping up to be. They'd have to catch Catwoman, first of all. And her alter ego is pretty difficult to catch as it is. "I'll second that wish. I'd rather not be in that system, either. And if they have cameras already running during construction, it'd be easy to set up a back-door surveillance, well, on the surveillance. And if I can get it in there early enough, it will be able to monitor exactly what steps are being taken to build this 'City.'"
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Dec 15, 2015 3:09:28 GMT -5
"Oh, I could do it, darling," Poison Ivy states immediately after Selina speaks of how difficult it would be to kidnap someone like VerMillion, "Take her somewhere against her will, keep her captive, drug her foolish fantasies right out of her head. But probably not without breaking something, especially since she seems to be at least half broken already." She frowns at that and purses her lips at that problem, but then shakes her head as she adds, "It has nothing whatsoever to do with Crane - the man can do nothing against me." After all, she's immune to every single one of his toxins, can quickly grow something that can defeat him if he tried to use brute force, and that giant monster she knows that he can turn into is quite fond of her. Put all of that together and the so-called Master of Fear isn't very scary at all.
"Perhaps my information came by way of exaggeration," she comments with a shrug. Of course, if she wished to confirm how tall the walls were planned to be she could do so easily, but the fact that she hasn't indicates just how little she's troubling herself about it. "Though if it's not, perhaps they're taking into account the number of people in Gotham with a penchant for traveling around from rooftop to rooftop. They'd either have to build the wall quite high or tear down a lot of buildings on both sides to achieve that," she speculates, taking it another degree further as she adds, "Though if that's their intention, it's rather interesting, isn't it? After all, who are the people who travel around like that on a regular basis. Not me. Not the clown. Sometimes Harley, but not very often. Not Crane, not Eddie, not Ozzy..." She stops there, allowing Selina to follow the line of that thought. Surely the other woman will come to the conclusion that she did.
She doesn't comment as Selina agrees with her about the possibility of them actually making a facility that can actually manage to hold on to anyone important, though she can't help but smile somewhat smugly at the comment about her own last stay. Though the smile quickly turns into a more thoughtful look as Selina talks about hacking into their surveillance cameras. As intelligent as she is and as prominent and current in a field of science as she is, she's not someone who has very much of a knowledge or interest in technology. Yes, it's helpful and often amusing what can be done with it, but she doesn't often speculate about the possibilities. So the fact that Selina could do something more than get a video feed for possible amusement doesn't occur to her until she hears some of the other uses listed. But she's soon nodding in agreement, "It sounds like you have a little project to work on."
"As for myself - all of this doesn't affect me very much, really, so I shall simply carry on with what I've already been doing," she idly comments.
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Jan 17, 2016 23:18:16 GMT -5
The information, taken separately, piece by piece is alarming on it's own. Private contractor, no one using WayneTech, the fact it has flown under her own radar. Very peculiar. But coupled with the very, very specific schematics, this rather large prison is aiming to keep out, or perhaps in, several key people. People who may not exactly fall on the wrong side of the law, but not the right side of it, either. Most of the people that she would qualify as members of the 'Bat'-family. Silent as she contemplates just how broken the former DJ is, Selina shakes her head. It's not something she honestly wants to think about. Crane is ...awkward as is. She would be happy for him if he actually had found a love connection of sorts. Not all love is soft and kind. But love is not a manipulation, either. Before she goes down that rabbit-hole of thought, she's draining her wineglass and refilling it, bottle in hand, ready to refresh Ivy's as well.
"Honestly, if you hear something, I'm pretty damn sure there is more than a shred of truth in it. Out of our peers, you're on the side of sane, Ivy. Some could argue you have a bit of a teeny, tiny obsession with your cause. But that doesn't qualify you for a crazy card." And if Ivy is here to tip her off about the entire ordeal, she's rather grateful. It probably won't affect her, on the whole. She's not one of the headline grabbing rogue's. She likes to get her own schemes done quietly. And out of the spotlight.
"I wonder if they're aiming for Batman? Considering he's not exactly following the law of the land, he'd be lumped in with, well, us. And it seems there are a select few that run the rooftops. Eddie would rather get others to do it for him, even. Ozzie hires out his legwork. Honestly, it's a rather select...few." The rest pillage and plunder on the streets. In the parks. They don't prowl, they don't utilize ropes to swing from place to place. It's oddly, peculiarly specific, and rubbing her the wrong way.
As she's caught in the possibilities and what-if's on just how she's going to get into this system, she has a lovely, lovely idea on how to even get on-site. There is almost a visible lightbulb in her sight as her green eyes glint. Another sip of her wine and she nods to Ivy. Her focus returning to the present, she tilts her head to the side, thankful for the new topic. "And of course it wouldn't affect you. How can they even think to reign in someone who harnesses the very power of the Earth. I bet it's a man running the project," she scoffs. "Why don't you fill me in on just what you've been working on? Would you mind? I'm really not enjoying us not seeing one another more often, you know. There are such few other 'women of aspiration' in our circle."
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