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TWENTY SEVEN ✖ VOICE/SPAM
[Private to Faith and Arkady]
I need to speak with both of you, when you have opportunity.
[Private to Jesse]
Are you still holding your meetings? [He has someone for you. :V]
[Private to Tony]
We need to speak.
[Open Spam for the Greenhouse/Anywhere Deck]
[Charles had been making a concerted effort to get himself back into something that resembled a usual routine. He still hadn't been sleeping well, something that was plainly visible in the dark bags under his eyes, and had a feeling it would be a while before he could really choke it down to nonexistence, but they were somewhat less frequent and easier not to think about the next morning.
And while he still wasn't necessarily social, he'd kept his promise and not spent his days locked in his room ignoring the rest of the Barge, and today that had meant forcing himself to get out of bed, shower, change, and get some fresh air up on deck. He had a book with him, and while he looked content and probably normal when he he popped in the greenhouse and later parked himself near the deck railing to read, he was actually still somewhat tense, his shields lowered slightly to make sure he could tell when someone was sneaking up on him. It wouldn't be noticeable to people unfamiliar wit telepathy, and usually, he would feel a little more guilty and apologetic for doing it, but not since that port. He'd had enough of being vulnerable because he hadn't been able to use his telepathy, and he wasn't about to leave himself open for some other attack or what have you.]
I need to speak with both of you, when you have opportunity.
[Private to Jesse]
Are you still holding your meetings? [He has someone for you. :V]
[Private to Tony]
We need to speak.
[Open Spam for the Greenhouse/Anywhere Deck]
[Charles had been making a concerted effort to get himself back into something that resembled a usual routine. He still hadn't been sleeping well, something that was plainly visible in the dark bags under his eyes, and had a feeling it would be a while before he could really choke it down to nonexistence, but they were somewhat less frequent and easier not to think about the next morning.
And while he still wasn't necessarily social, he'd kept his promise and not spent his days locked in his room ignoring the rest of the Barge, and today that had meant forcing himself to get out of bed, shower, change, and get some fresh air up on deck. He had a book with him, and while he looked content and probably normal when he he popped in the greenhouse and later parked himself near the deck railing to read, he was actually still somewhat tense, his shields lowered slightly to make sure he could tell when someone was sneaking up on him. It wouldn't be noticeable to people unfamiliar wit telepathy, and usually, he would feel a little more guilty and apologetic for doing it, but not since that port. He'd had enough of being vulnerable because he hadn't been able to use his telepathy, and he wasn't about to leave himself open for some other attack or what have you.]
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The headache's still there, though; and the emotions; so forgive her for testiness...]
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Right after port, Tony mentioned that you'd banned him from the pub. I wanted to ask if you'd told anyone else about this or noticed anything particularly concerning about his behavior, besides the obvious.
I would have gotten in touch with you sooner, but I haven't been [Functional. :V] well. I understand if this is a bad time, and I'd be happy to discuss it later.
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Wasn't looking; not exactly T's favorite person.
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I meant before you told him he wasn't allowed in any more.
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First time we met, X; seems to like girls naked.
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But it's totally Tony Stark, right?]
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Oh dear. I was worried it might come to that. I do wish I could get him to have a nice cleansing rant at me about things, but alcohol and his work seem to be how he copes with things.
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Sounds serious. [And annoying] What's up?
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... No. [Fuck no] Not happening.
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[You know what? No. Not even going for the second point.
Because getting pissed over the fact that Charles is assuming he needs help for something would probably just... further cement in the idea that he does have an issue.
And how pissed he actually is... well. It's a bit of an overreaction.]
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(Their harvest. She knows the kitchen benefits from the greenhouse and garden. Sometimes she thinks about making alterations, filling every fruit with poison, walking into the dining hall and watching the bodies drop - but it's just a fantasy, and it passes.)
Overall the environment is less challenging. She's lying in her customary hammock of vines, up in the dome of the greenhouse. Here she can see everything, hear everyone, and she doesn't have to play favorites. Her mind is wide open, deeply connected; her thoughts are entwined in every leaf, every seedling and root, and the plants echo back their responses to her. Through her, the entire greenhouse is a living mind.
It alerts her to the new presence before she hears it and she rolls over onto her front, the better to look toward the door.]
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He isn't afraid of her. There's a part of him that wonders if maybe he should be, considering what she's capable of and her feelings about humanity, but she's never been anything but civil to him, and they had enough in common that he didn't see the logic in antagonizing each other, and hoped she felt the same way.
Besides, she was friends with Erik, and Charles honestly - and maybe this was a little arrogant and/or presumptuous - felt like anyone with half a brain knew they shouldn't try anything with him lest they feel Erik's wrath.
So he looks up and greets her without thinking much about it. He hasn't seen her since port, and he'd been wondering how she'd been doing.]
Hello, Ivy.
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[The vines grow and slacken, letting her descend far enough to talk comfortably. Almost imperceptibly, everything seems to shift and tilt around her, attentive to her movement. In months past, she felt like she was exhausting herself, convincing her plants to pay the slightest bit of attention; right now she's positively exercising restraint. The bright fertile lushness of the leaves and flowers is simply testament to her love for them.]
Been some time since I've seen you.
[She's vaguely surprised at herself for having noticed.]
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[The plants seem more alive than he's ever seen them, and he's curious, watching them with interest.]
How have you been?
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