3063/Poison Ivy's Day

Poison Ivy's Day
Date of Scene:	04 November 2017
Location:	North Bridge, Queensland Park
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Beverly Lynn, Poison Ivy

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Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn is beneath the bridge, arms folded as she sits--kind of--atop a large tire. She's not so much sitting on it as she is half-melted atop it, goo engulfing the wheel and slowly eating away at it. Everything from her bust down is nothing but an amorphous mess. She looks bored.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley steps along the waterfront, heels held by their black straps fron two fingers of her right hand as she picks her way along the stones, stepping catiously over this piece of garbage and that piece of garbage, and otherwise simply mourning the fact that six PM is remarkably daarker than it was last month. A rigid curl of her upper lip marks concentrated focus on keeping her irritation checked, and her eyes track only a little bit further ahead of her feet-- until she catches sight of Beverly in her peripheral vision. "--uh," she gets an eyeful.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn looks up as the woman enters her field of vision. She blinks, then unfolds her arms to wave over to her. "Hey. Uh, don't mind me, just doing some...uh, beach clean-up. Veeeery slow beach clean-up." She sounds young. Can't be older than 25.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley backs up a half-step, then proceeds the hal-step forward again, mouth open, only a sliver, then peeling into a wan smile. "You're eating that?" she asks, twisting a quick one eighty from surprised to //absolutely fascinated//. She picks her way closer, squats down to have a look, keeping her knees together quite primly the meanwhile.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn blinked a few times. "Uh...Kind of? I mean, I'm not -digesting- it, just melting it away with acid and absorbing the broken down elements to properly dispose of later. Because -someone- thought throwing a -tire- down here was a good idea." She huffed and folded her arms agaon. Her amorphous body almost seemed to bubble as it ate away at the tire.

Poison Ivy has posed:
"That's-- a very worthwhile hobby. Is it just petroleum products you can break down, or can you do," the Doctor glances around, looking at a soda can, "Metals, for example?" she wonders. "Sorry, I don't mean to turn this into an episode of 'can you eat THIS?' I'm just sort of fascinated. It's good to meet someone so serious about tidying up after the //locals//," spoken with a certain hint of disdain.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn chuckles lightly, then nods. "Almost anything. I mean, it may take a long time, but...whatever most acids can eat through, yeah. Soda cans, banana peels, plastic bags..." She shrugs, then looks down. The tire's mostly gone at this point, leaving Bev as just an upper torso resting in a pile of goo. She quickly reforms herself, a body and most of a pair of legs appearing beneath her, with the chunk of tire lodged inside her abdomen. If Isley ever happened to see Bev on TV, or in the newspapers--she's answered a few casual on-the-street questions from reporters--she may notice that Bev's looking a little chunkier than usual, especially around the middle. Otherwise, she'd just see a chubby woman made of some kind of blue goo.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley maintains the squat, sort of peering through the goo into the light of the setting sun, seeing whether she can discern any of the material still held within, or whether it's been so disintegrated as to be invisible. "That is... tremendous. I've been working on some research along the same lines," she finally stands up. "I'm Doctor Pamela Isley, it's good to meet you." She switches her shoes to her left hand and holds out her right to shake.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn slides along the floor and gently takes the other woman's hand. "Beverly Lynn. Call me Bev." So long as she didn't squeeze, she'd find Bev's hand to be surprisingly firm. And much of the trash within Bev is, indeed, visible. There's various flecks and chunks of random garbage, but there's also a torn-up T-shirt, a tiny bikini, a few soda cans, those plastic holders for six-packs of soda, and the tire chunk, about a foot across, resting within her stomach. "What kind of research? I'm...ah, a bit of an environmentalist, myself. Kinda how I, uh...ended up like this." She gestures down at herself with a hand.

Poison Ivy has posed:
"I've been breeding microbial blooms which feed on petroleates for expedited clean up of oil spills," the Doctor would sound more enthusiastic if she had the energy-- as it stands she's still sort of wan about the edges, and mild in her manner. "Not as wide-ranging as what you can do, but I'm doing my best. It's so good to meet a kindred spirit, Bev," she smiles, if dimly.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn smiled back. "So, uh...plants that feed on pollution? That'd be neat! I mean, I can only do so much, after all. Planting those would...uh, help a lot, y'know? Is there...any way I could help?" Her smile widens into an eager grin, and she loops her hands around her back.

Poison Ivy has posed:
"Exactly," the Doctor answers. "I mean-- just now I've been kind of working on my own. I'm hoping to score some lab space to really get it right, but-- I've had a bad track record with labs in the past. It's gonna take some wheedling to get back into one. Do you have any lab experience?"

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn pursed her lips, then shook her head. "Noooope. Sorry." She turned toward a pile of trash near the cliff walls where someone had left a tattered beach umbrella, and the remains of a lawn chair. "Keep talkin', I'm just gonna try and clean up a bit more before I gotta head back. What do you mean, a 'bad track record'? Did you, like, blow them up?" She chuckled, obviously intending it as a joke. As she spoke, she wrapped her hands around the umbrella pole, eating the metal away until it coud simply be snapped in two.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn had bent the umbrella pole into eight smaller pieces, and was starting to tear apart the spokes on the actual umbrella part when Isley spoke up again. "Huh?" She tossed the pole pieces inside herself and slid on over, eyeing what she had found. "Should we...call the police, or something?" She paused, then groaned. "Ughhh, that means I gotta stay here and answer questions while I'm all--" She poked a finger at her chubby middle. "--full of...junk. What if they bring cameras and I'm on TV?"

Poison Ivy has posed:
"I //may// have come across a little..." Isley hesitates, lifting one finger to scratch behind an ear while her eyes close and her perfectly arched eyebrows arc into a deliate shrug of admission, "Overzealous in my pursuit of environmental justice. But grant me that all too many people seem overzealous in the opposite direction-- am I right?" she asks, bending and collecting a torn piece of cloth, a bottlecap, a-- "Is that a human finger?" she pauses, standing up and squinting at what she'd found.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley slides a glance sideways to Bev's tum when she pokes it, but doesn't let it linger long-- there's a digit among the rocks, yeah, no doubt. Isley leans down again and picks it up between forefinger and thumb, peering at it as she stnds back up. "I don't think we need to get the police involved. I sure don't need to be found in the vicinity of a dismembered body. And if the person it belongs to is still alive-- well, it's past being re-attachable, that's for sure. At least--" she begins, voice lifting into a silver-linigs tone, "It's biodegradable." And she pitches it back down among the rocks, brushing her hand off on the side of her dull grey wrap dress.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn sighed. "I mean...I guess? I-I don't wanna, uh, dissolve...people-things, s-so would you mind...um, disposing...of it?" She slid back over to the umbrella and shoved the metal poles into her body, with the fabric and spokes of the top following shortly after. The tire had completely dissolved by this point, and, after making quick work of chopping up the beach chair and shoving that in, too, she looked even tubbier than before, crossing the threshold from chubby into fat territory. Seems she gets bigger the more stuff she's dissolved.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley nudges the finger with a toe, making it tumble down into a dark spot between teh rocks, there to rot in peace and undisturbed. She turns to regard the widening form of the blue goo-formed woman. "There, it's gone," she announces as matter-of-factly as though diposing of human bodies were something she did every day-- or at least didn't think was odd. If she was upset at all it was only that humanit hasn't found enough things to leave on the shore, they had to resort to their own body parts. "How much can you hold?" she wonders. "Does it-- pardon if I'm indelicate-- come back out?"

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn looks back over to Isley. "Huh? Oh, did you throw it away?" She continues to speak as she slides back over. "And, uh...I haven't really tested it, but...a lot? I mean, I have to wait for stuff to dissolve before I can put more stuff -in-, but...Look at this." She suddenly shrinks down into a puddle, all the junk and half-corroded debris she had collected dropping to the sand with a loud clatter. The puddle moves aside, and Bev quickly reforms herself, back to a much healthier weight. "Tah-dah! Does that answer your question~?"