3233/Untitled

Untitled
Date of Scene:	24 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Poison Ivy, Punisher, Cyberdragon

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Poison Ivy has posed:
It's visiting hours at Bellevue's psych ward. Ivy isn't always called out into the large common area for visitors, but from time to time someone signs up to visit her -- usually without her knowing about it ahead of time. She's gotten kind of used to it, and so has the staff. They still employ superheroic volunteers to join with the mundane guards when she's called out, but she's been here over a month, now, in treatment, and without a single incident to her name, she's slowly earning more and more privileges and fewer and fewer restrictions. Still, she doesn't take advantage. She mostly sits quietly in her room when she's not at her appointments. But now she's sitting quietly at a round table, thumbing a puzzle piece into place in a puzzle that someone had half-completed and then left there before her. Her other arm is draped below the table. Her shoulders are hunched, her exquisite physique is drowned in a boxy t-shirt and oversized sweatpants, her big eyes locked on the tabletop and her thumb on the puzzle piece.

Punisher has posed:
    Frank Castle has come to Bellevue looking for information. Yes, some of the people are not always right in the head, but at the same time, the dishonesty filter is often disengaged here. He is wearing black, but the famous skull logo isn't to be seen. He has signed in as John Gallows with some fake IDs procured. He approaches Dr. Isley's table. His contact had told him that she might have some information he needs, but wasn't particularly forthcoming in just what the information is so he is going to have to just act like a visitor and see what she knows.

    "Dr. Isley? My name is John Gallows. You were expecting me?" he asks in a gravelly voice that doesn't sound like it gets a lot of use.

Cyberdragon has posed:
Cyberdragon has finally gotten out of SHIELD custody, and is on his way to spend some time with Ivy. Having someone who is immune to her phoromone controls is important, helps keep her in line. Add to the fact he generates plasma energy... could burn away most plants she could spawn.

He's moving through the hospital signing in naturally as Cyberdragon. And of course the sound of metallic foot steps on the tile floor should be heard. One that might let Ivy know her //escort// is here. He's hoping she is in better spirits. Of course he has of all things a carefully potted plant. One he took extreme care transplanting from his garden, to this pot with plenty of room to grow.

He wants to trust ivy, hoping to turn the Agent of the Green into an ally, or at least stop her destructive attempts to hurt humanity.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley feels the edge of the puzzle pieces, where they lie together, completed but still seamed, never quite to blur together into a completed image of reality. When she looks up, her chunky glasses magnify her eyes rather gawpishly, and her hair is done back in a braid that allows for no sensual play of motion to make her appeal and intrigue. Between that and the greyish tinge her green has taken on, she doesn't exactly radiate appeal. But, hey, maybe all of that was just pheromones, anyhow. She looks up and down this Mr. Gallows as he approaches, then inclines her head by way of greeting. "I was expecting somebody," she replies, blandly honest. "Nobody ever told me whom. I'm sorry, did you say John Gallows?" she repeats the name. "Have a seat, please," is a remarkably coherent sentiment of hospitality. Oh, and Cyberdragon is here. One of her usual guards, she can only assume he's been called in in case she makes a spectacle of visiting hours, and she gives him a nod and a pale smile from where she sits before her attention returns fully to Mr. Gallows.

Punisher has posed:
    Frank nods and takes a seat across from the Doctor. "Thank you. Dr. Isley, I am with a private firm who has been tasked with some rather specific objectives in regards to import and export into the city. It has to deal with a derivation of the Poppy Plant, and even with you being here in the hospital, I have been told there is no sharper botanical mind than Dr. Isley." He turns his head slightly at the metallic footsteps, but doesn't turn to face the guard approaching just yet.

Cyberdragon has posed:
Slowly as he begins to enter into the Room he spots the Man with Pamala and instantly he freezes and he is holding a beautifully potted planet as the bio mechanical dragon stands on his high legs wings tucked against his back. "Ah A guest." he says politely. And then heads to the side where he can give Ivy and the gentleman some privacy. The Dragon creature clearly armored. As he apparently gives plenty of room for the pair to speak. But in truth as he watches the TV in the room he is also paying attention to the conversation... Poppy plant caught his attention.

Poison Ivy has posed:
"You've been told correctly," Dr. Isley isn't going to beat around that particular bush. Even in the throes of her SAD (with which she's now been officially diagnosed) she's got a keener mind for plants than many a well-respected botanist has on her best day. She spots the shift when Cyberdragon passes near, "Don't worry. He's here for your safety," she assures her guest, and, though the little one he's holding in his arms tickles her curiosity, she instead turns to Mr. Gallows. "I'd be glad for the diversion, Mr. Gallows," she agrees easily enough to lend aid. It's more mentally stimulating than this puzzle, after all. "If you leave a copy of your data and needs for the project on a thumb drive with the staff, they'll make sure I can have some computer time to read over it and work up a proposal. Do you want to give me the basics of the situation now?"

Punisher has posed:
    Frank nods slowly although Dr. Isley, and probably Cyberdragon, can probably notice his eyes constantly watching the place. Watching the angles. Watching for ways in and out of that room. He does it with barely a conscious thought before he again refocuses on the Doctor. "Yes, we believe that an organization is trying to develop a hybrid of the Poppy for the Drug Trade. They are trying to make the final product...more intense. Bigger buzz. More addicting. We need to know if that is possible, and what kind of set up it would take. We need to know what might be some tell tell signs we can use to track them down as they try to bring this into the country. We believe the organization is located in China or perhaps India."

Cyberdragon has posed:
the Dragon listening to what is going on makes no motion but he slowly moves about the place checking it out as well to get a glimpse of the man's face. And Cyber the suit half of Cyberdragon starts to focus on this Gallows, an unusual name, and while the dragon only casts a casual glance over to the pair. John listens, more potent narcotics makes him mad. They are already bad enough. Those things need to be dealt with as Cyber tries to recall if he has seen Gallows somewhere. And then it occurs that this gallows could be with the drug trade it's self. Seeking to use Ivy to make the drug more potent.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley either doesn't think of such a devious turn of events or else is bored enough and so happy to turn her mnd toward a useful project that she overlooks the possibility of this information being misused. "Of course, nothing easier. Get the staff here to sign off on my computer time and leave them your email address. I'll make up a list of items you'll want to be looking for in a purchase history if someone is creating a lab set up to isolate and enhance individual qualities over multiple generations," she seems to come to life somewhat in the light of having work to do. "I'll also get you some contacts in the field, in case any of them have been tapped or coerced into managing a project like that. India and China, yes?" she lifts a finger to her lips and chews gently on a fingernail, trying to decide who would be best likely involved, if any botanists are.

Cyberdragon has posed:
AS he looks over to Isly and then asks, "Mr. Gallows, I heard?" Turning now to approach the man. "Could I have your information? I would like to verify your story and information. I'm based through Stark Towers. I Would like to just make sure you are who you say you are." The Dragon smiles softly kindly. But he has already sensed some red flags.

Punisher has posed:
    Frank Castle nods once. "Yes. India and China seem to be the country of origin in this case. We are trying to determine the main hub, but it would seem they cover their tracks well." He wasn't allowed to even bring a pencil into the visiting room so he listens carefully, tracking in his mind what she is telling him. He turns to look toward Cyberdragon as the man approaches. "That would violate my client's right to privacy. This is obviously a delicate matter," he says with a darker tone to his voice now. "And frankly, I would ask you to remove yourself from the conversation."

Cyberdragon has posed:
and at this point Cyberdragon comes closer to the name and almost smiles, as if inviting him to try and start trouble with him. "And I would rather make sure you are who you say, and not one of the drug lords attempting to breed these deadly poppies." he says with an electronic growl. "My advice Ms Isley is offer no aid until I can confirm who this gentleman really works for."

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley opens her mouth but finds it difficult to have a word in edgewise as Mr. Gallows and the Cyberdragon come at one another with accusations, threats and demands. And so she shuts her mouth again, and that brief light in her eye that gleamed at the propsect of being able to be of some use-- that all sort of fades into the dreary grey of her countenance. She wilts -- quite near to before their eyes, if they were looking at her instead of at one another. She lets a moment or several of quiet pass to make sure it's alright for her to speak, though as she does so she only looks to the puzzle on the tabletop, not to either of them. "I'm sure Mr. Gallows and his clents are aware that all correspondence, electronic or otherwise, which I send or receive in this place is subject to reading, copying and tracing by the authorities." And if he's not aware, he maybe should be made thus-- as she has just done.

Punisher has posed:
    "Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't know you," growls Frank Castle in return to Cyberdragon. "Nor do I wish to." His hand goes into his jacket and holds for a moment before pulling out a card. He lays it down in front of the doctor. "Dr. Isley, if you wish to help, please let me know through this." It is a business card with the name Gallows embossed on it. It has a phone number and email. Both of which are attached to well crafted dummy corporations set up by Frank Castle in the past for just this sort of predicament. "In my briefcase, which the orderlies still have, I do have the information you asked for. I will see to it that you are given the computer time you need."

Cyberdragon has posed:
Cyberdragon is looking right into John Gallow's face the dragon clearly studying his features now as he doesn't seem remotely off set by the man's aggression. "Why so angry? all I want to do is make sure you are who you say you are." Eyes roaming over the card comitting it to memory, he starts to pull back. Right now the Dragon is watching the man clearly watching body language. Right now the aggression of the man is putting up all sorts of red flags. Cyber knows human behavior enough to know this man does not like being challenged.

"An actual detective would have had no issue with me confirming his story and background."

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley does not lift her eyes again for the duration of the conversation. They remain on the bits of dessicated tree pulp tossed on the table in front of her, processing its shape and material before any of the ink markings tattooed across the dead plant, puzzle pieces, cards, plyboad. The world is a grey and dismal place. The doctor crosses her arms over her stomach and leans out of the way for Cyberdragon to memorize the information. Finally, "Thank you, Mr. Gallows," se intones mildly. "Send the data digitally. Save a tree," she suggests, but without any force behind it. She just sounds tired. She sounds as tired as she looks. "The authorities will track the conversation. Will that be enough?' she asks CD.

Punisher has posed:
    "Never said I was a detective, asshole. Maybe it's time for a tune up." Frank's voice remains calm even as the anger in the words is probably readily easy to spot. He looks back towards the doctor. His eyes watch her eyes. Her body language now. He almost had the information. He saw she was excited for a moment before Mr. Buzzkill came over. He nods once more. "I will get it to you, Doctor. My clients would appreciate anything you can do."

Cyberdragon has posed:
The Dragon doesn't even flinch when he is called asshole. And this makes him very hard to read. John's on the inside genuinely concerned for IVY doesn't want to see her used for evil as he turns to her and says. "Very well Dr. Isley. I am simply your escort." he says not refering to himself as her guard or protector. The plant he brough has been put on a far away table as he narrows his eyes at the man. "Doesn't matter what you are. Part of my duty is to also protect Pamala isley. A duty I take very seriously." he says.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Doctor Isley is wrestling with a deep depression that only worsens the deeper the winter progresses. Her body language is anything but that of the loud, vibrant, confident woman known to Gotham only as Poison Ivy. The conflict seems to have stalled her progress, or caused some manner of relapse. She fiddles anxiously with the platic patient's bracelet marking her wrist, and soon two nurses are all but lifting her out of her seat, witnessing her distress and bundling her off back to her cell where she can wait for the doctor to come help her recover from her episode. In the scuffle, the card is left on the table, but then it is colleced by an orderly. Mr. Gallows will have to make good on his pledge to secure the computer for her if he wants more information.