reserved/apping to a game at last.

[pheromoans]

You're just going to give me a park, as easy as that? Well, I can't fault you for knowing how to catch my attention. Putting down roots in a city where I won't be disturbed doesn't sound like the least appealing thing I've heard as of late and - what, the border expands whenever a sin is committed?

... Fine, make the arrangements. In my experience, one city could prove enough emotive fuel to grant me a rainforest before long. The wastelands surrounding it will also benefit from my residency.

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[folieamor]

Hey, Red.

You might even say you'll flourish. Ha!

[pheromoans]

Very funny.

[folieamor]

Ain't it just?

You're gonna have a whole park to yourself, huh? Just like old times.

[pheromoans]

It'll be a nice change from the animal shelter and arboretum. No one insisting I feed the city in order to earn my keep, either.

What about you, Harley, are you settled anywhere safe?

[folieamor]

If you're gonna grow all your plants, ain't it kind of the same thing?

Nah. There's a buncha places around though, Red. Pity some of them are all filled with capes.

1/2

[pheromoans]

No. My new children will have all the space they wish to breathe, especially with no one there to keep their progress in check. None that will pose any significant threat, in all likeliness. Which brings me to my next point -

[pheromoans]

Why don't you come with me?

1/2

[folieamor]

City grows, your babies grow - all seems the same to me!

2/2

[folieamor]

Well the place does need to liven up.

[pheromoans]

[ Ahw, Harley. ♥ She'll keep you safe from your psycho boyfriend, no fear. Whether you want her to or not. ]

You can have one of the grounds-keeping houses, the rest will have to be pulled down. We'll make it our haven, no one will be able to touch us there.

[folieamor]

[Ivy, you can't put a stop on love ):]

Sounds like a hoot, Red.

[pheromoans]

[ He's going to make the very best fertilizer one day. :'3 ]

It should, we'll be making our own kind of fun too.

[folieamor]

[He's immortal; or just really persistent!]

You know the way to a girls heart, Red!

[pheromoans]

[ Or a maniac. ]

How else would we draw the attention of less than lawful vigilantes should they turn up? Going straight sounds incredibly boring - also, with you? Impossible.

[folieamor]

[Nope. ]

I could straight, Red! It's just borin'.

[pheromoans]

That and I don't want Batman to pass us by. It's a little harder to kill him if he never sweeps down from on high.

[folieamor]

Don't you think it's best we avoid that flyin' rat?

[pheromoans]

After what he did to us? I'll strangle him to death before snuffing out the way he begs for mercy. If he wants to anger me that's one thing, but to lay insult to injury is too much. We'll be ready to rip him to pieces.

What else did you think we should do, laze about all day on Twitter? Gotham was his city, I'll make this one sing for me.

[folieamor]

--Eh, you're still talkin' crazy, Red.

But I ain't really the type to stay out of trouble. 'Specially when we gotta go wanderin' and see what this place's got.

[pheromoans]

[ W O W Harls, after what you did to her with the Joker. Nice cell you had going there. ]

I am not talking crazy.

[ Bats was a shit by manipulating her, they were such good anti-buds before then. :( Trying to deflect the tension even if Pam's the only one feeling riled she adds; ]

The wastelands intrigue me, most of my wandering will be done there.

[folieamor]

[wow rude. ]

Awh, Red ...

[But, dropping the subject. Even if she would rather just avoid the capes completely, arguing with Pam is like going around in circles on a unicycle. ]

Kinda like a blank canvas for you, huh?

[catsuit]

Doesn't sound too bad to me. I don't think you'll be getting a rainforest out of the deal, though. Those things do poorly in cities.

[pheromoans]

Given the boundless wasteland surrounding the city, I'm sure I could work wonders in no time.

[catsuit]

You really think so?

[Of course, Ivy did rip up a hell of a lot of Gotham when she was angry. Anything's possible.]

[pheromoans]

I wouldn't say so if I didn't, Selina.

[swampy]

...Ivy?

[Oh look. It's that one woman her husband met...and things.]

[pheromoans]

[ Oh, look, it's whasserface. ]

Smelling a little ripe there. [ Like an old acquaintance rubbed off on qurlfriend. A lot. ] Something else to say?

[swampy]

[Yep. That's Ivy. With all the discourse of common weed killer. Ugh.]

Right back at'cha. [Gotta be polite. Gotta be polite.] So your mun figured out a place to send you?

[pheromoans]

[ And look how charming she is, toying with her hair instead of paying express attention. Gosh, Ivy, at least pretend to care. ]

She did, I give her credit enough for that. A city without Gotham's ... infestation.

[swampy]

[Abby may not necessarily like Ivy...but Ivy cares about the environment. Her plants. Like their her own children. That...Abby can respect.]

That's good. Will you get to make your garden again?

[pheromoans]

[ Have a mediated glance, Abby. Almost as if she's weighing up the pros and cons of admitting the truth. ]

I'll make it whether or not anyone tries to stop me. The city's wastelands need me, my garden will be a temporary home until all the barren dirt is transformed into a productive haven for all walks of plant life.

[swampy]

[Oh yes. This will go oh so well. Abby wonders if the conversation would go smoother if Alec were present. ...wait. Bad idea.]

That sounds...like a lot of work. Do you already have plans for the kinds of flowers and shrubs and trees you'll be growing? Alec's told me that you plant the most beautiful gardens.

[pheromoans]

[ Pro ... bably not, fuu. ]

Has he? I'm not surprised, he always admired the way I did things. [ Zing. ] I'm sure I'll find more than adequate samples.

[swampy]

[Oh Ivy...if he liked it...then he would've put a ring on it. Which, by the way, Abby currently wears on her finger.]

Yea. It gave me great tips for how to rework our garden in the swamp.

[pheromoans]

[ Better keep an eye on the Green, might need to make a call through it to your hubby there someday. The kind that'd reach him directly. At least Ivy's glad Abby appreciates where she lives; she has that degree of respect set aside. ]

I'm sure it's beautiful. [ And another flicker of keener, sharper attention. ] Will you be joining me and Harley in Prolecto?

[swampy]

Uh, maybe? I don't know. I've got Alec and Tefe to take care of back home. I mean...she's started to make flowers spring up all around our house. I woke up this morning to find myself sleeping in a bed of daisies and lilies. And her crib was covered in posies!

[A soft chuckle.]

Is there a swamp in Prolecto?

[pheromoans]

[ She smiles a little at the mention of the child's shenanigans. Smoothing out her expression, she shrugs and tosses her hair to carelessly respond. ]

I could make one, if there isn't. It would benefit the eco-system of the wastelands to have such a constant source of water present and certainly wouldn't harm anything already weakened by the drought.

[ Sure, Ivy. ]

[swampy]

[Oh Ivy. You know you're just puddy when it comes to Tefe.]

Well then...that sounds like something I'd be up for. It'd be interesting to build a swamp from scratch.

[pheromoans]

[ Baw, nope, not listening! ]

I know you'd want to live in it, but don't expect any special treatment from me. If you die out there and become mulch, that's your business. I'm not farming anything as a stand-in for your beloved to keep you safe until he arrives. It will be wild, vicious and beautiful. Deadly.

[ In other words, she can't resist the temptation of getting to create a swamp but has bigger fish to fry. ]

[swampy]

Uh, you just described the swamp exactly as it is. And don't worry 'bout me. I can fend for myself. Just need a big stick and I'm good to go.

[Can't ruffle this girl's feathers this far into the socialization, Ivy.]

[pheromoans]

It'll be my swamp, don't act so flippant.

[ Fuck knows what she'll feel like hybridizing in there, but it won't be a daisy with a cute smile. ]

... In any case, just don't cause it harm.

[ Beyond that, she's happy to stay out of Abby's life. ]

[the_enemy_ace]

I have always liked forests.

A strange arrangement, however.

[pheromoans]

We live in strange times.

[the_enemy_ace]

[A brief smile passes across his face]

Are they not always strange?

[And he bows from the neck]

Hans Von Hammer, at your service, fraulein

[She may have heard of him, if she were ever historically inclined. The mun does so like bothering other dc characters.]

[ace_of_knaves]

An Eden that grows with each not-so-original sin, eh? How poetic.

[pheromoans]

The city grows, therefore my garden would do the same. I imagine a week with you there and it would all stretch to the size of a small country.

[ace_of_knaves]

Aw, shucks, my dear verdant vixen, you do know how to compliment a guy!