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It was another Tuesday, and Pam was in, nominally womanning the store.

Which meant she was out in the garden, weeding, muttering quietly to herself about people who didn't plant native and thus had to deal with all sorts of issues her plants weren't having at all. (There was a phone now buried in the soil. It didn't ring anymore.)

Pick Your Poison was open. She'd hear you if you entered.

joan_of_bark

Pam was beginning to get used to the trip here. The cabin in the swamp was nice, but prone to unexpected attacks from all kinds of individuals. The shop, on the other hand, was quiet, cosy and safe.

And in the mornings, she could go out back and work in the garden. It had exploded with life over the past few months, growing vast oceans of flowers and a tree that already stood as tall as the ground floor walls.

She got her hands into the dirt that morning. They stayed there for quite a while, the back door open so she could hear anyone coming into the shop.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

Pam had to admit: so far, this arrangement was... comfortable.

She woke up in Harley's arms in the morning, made it out to Slaughter Swamp - and Croc - in half an hour, and barely much more time later, she was here. Opening up the shop, not so much because she cared for it, but because if she was here she might as well.

It wasn't as if things got busy.

With that all done, she set up her lab equipment in the back room, and got to work.

She'd hear if anyone came in.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

A portal in a hunting shack in the middle of a bog. If that wasn't layers on layers of security, then Pam didn't know what was. It would keep her close to Harley without putting Harley in unnecessary danger - and give her somewhere to escape to if she needed to.

Funnily enough, though, it wasn't getting the portal installed that turned out to be the problem with the plan. The problem had been Croc.

"... Sorry about that. You caught me by surprise."

"You surprised me first," Pam had muttered, picking herself up off the floor, her gut still aching from that haymaker. "Sorry about your face."

"Ah, it's nothing. Takes more than that to bring me down."

... well, he'd been a problem for about a minute. They'd settled affairs quickly, and then Pam... had gotten to work.

A few hours later, she took the portal for a spin. Two steps through the back wall of the house, which was covered in vines, and-- here she was. Standing in front of Pick Your Poison, her hands on her hips. "Convenient," she murmured.

Well.

Might as well go through the shop, and see if everything was still intact.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

It had taken a couple of days for Pam to wrap everything up - the research, the store, which she was keeping in name-only just in case anyone else got any ideas. But it was Monday, now. And she was packing.

The store was open, technically speaking - the sign was turned. But the proprietess herself was going around putting things in boxes, going through inventory, her mind somewhere else.

Gotham.

Home.

[[ last post for pam in fandom for... a few weeks, max. ah, canon. open! ]]

witchoftheflesh

Now that Valentine's Day was over, it was time to do a serious deep dive into inventory. Time to see what sold, what didn't, what the family should make more of, what they should make less. Between going over the stock, going over the ingredients, and then going over the numbers, Adrian was pretty sure he had a good week's worth of work ahead of him. Probably for the best to get it done while the island was all but emptied; if he was going to ignore the world to throw himself fully into bookkeeping, probably best to do it when there weren't any distractions around.

throughaphase

The dates were over, the bar was still standing, still open (not dirty), and the specials (totally dirty) were still on the board.

SPECIALS
Screaming Orgasm
Kinky blow pop
Cherry Popper
Leg Spreader
Naked Lady
Sloe Comfortable Screw
Pornstar Shooter
G Spot shot
Big O

Your bartenders were there, waiting to serve you (again, not dirty). Whatever you did with your time was your own business, aside from Tino snickering if you ordered a Sloe Comfortable Screw or whatever.

throughaphase

When Kitty got married, she'd said she was hyphenating her last name because aside from "Pryde" being a great name, "Kitty Barton" sounded like a madam at an Old West brothel.

Anyway.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty interrupted the zombie-played version of "Pony" to take the stage. You're welcome.

"Hello and welcome to Three Minute Dates! Thank you all for coming, whether you're here by accident, here on very purpose, or dragged here by Tino. I know there are other things you could all be doing." Ahem. "Here are the rules: every three minutes you will get paired up on a date with someone. When the gong sounds, it's on to the next date. It's fifteen minutes of your life, and then afterwards if you want to hang out, make friends, have one of Tino's horrifyingly on theme drinks, feel free. I just ask that you please don't have sex in the bathrooms."

She could not stop you from having sex in the bathrooms.

"Have fun! But not too much. Till later. At home."

[The bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Regular bar post]

joan_of_bark

Toxin resistance was one of the powers left to Pam even after she'd been stripped of almost everything else. It had gotten her through the first days of the pollen onslaught. But by Friday it overwhelmed even her, and she found herself sitting on the steps again with her coffee...

... jittering.

She tapped her foot against the steps restlessly.

Sipped her coffee.

Tapped again.

Sipped.

"This is ridiculous."

Should she call Harley-her-Harley? No. No, she couldn't.

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witchoftheflesh

Adrian knew better than to send Pam cut flowers for Valentine's Day, but he figured that she might appreciate what he brought her instead: a potted baby white fringed orchid. He wasn't sure if he'd see her around, so he also left a note:

White Fringed Orchids are on the endangered species list for Maryland. Got this one through a reputable conservation nursery. Happy Valentine's Day, boss.

That settled prominently somewhere she would see it, Adrian went back to tidying the store, just in case there was a sudden rush as people realized they needed last minute holiday gifts.

joan_of_bark

The days went past smoothly, didn't they? Pam could almost start to pretend her life had a regular rhythm of its own now, that she didn't wonder about how Harley-her-Harley was doing, how Gotham was moving on without her.

That she didn't hear whispers in the mycelial network, the lamia speaking to her of things she couldn't quite understand.

But that morning was a different beast. Something lured her out onto the steps of Pick Your Poison, a scent on the breeze, the announcement of a spring no longer so far out of reach. It was still cold, yes, but something underfoot was shifting.

And the lamia's call grew a little louder.

Eventually, she rubbed her arms and turned back towards the store. Went inside, set everything up, to begin another day. But something was changing. She wasn't sure how long she could resist it.

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joan_of_bark

Four months. More or less. Four months of hiding. Four months of researching. Four months of... healing? Pam wasn't sure if... that's what you could call it. There was a peace in her that hadn't been there before, but it was hard to tell it apart from resignation, stagnation, settling.

Or maybe it was just... winter.

She carried the little rhododendron sapling outside, a whisp of a thing in a large pot that would, hopefully, with time grow into something bigger and more beautiful. She set it down next to the Christmas ferns, not far from the witch hazel. Native plants. Winter-hardy plants.

Time for things to grow again. (Trite metaphor, or truth? Maybe both.)

It was cold out, but the chill and the overcast sky fit Pam's mood perfectly. With the plants settled, she went back inside to pick up a mug of coffee, and on return let Pick Your Poison's door close neatly behind her. She sat down, legs outstretched, and stared out into the street, at the cold rocks and their ever-abiding moss that lined the northern side of Loon Drive.

Winter. But also, soon, spring again.

[[ open ]]

witchoftheflesh

Adrian was delighted by the appearance of new plants in the store and spent a sizeable portion of his shift going around and familiarizing himself with each one: checking the soil moisture, looking for browning leaves, etc etc. Not that he thought that any plant that Pam was taking care of would be wanting in care and attention, but it was an important part of getting to know a plant.

Sure, sure, he had new stock to set out and he was definitely going to get on that...but plants!

joan_of_bark

The world continued to turn even as the cold set in, and Pam continued to spend time on the mainland for... purposes. But some part of her week had also been spent raising plants in the nursery upstairs, and now that some of the ornamental bushes and flowers were tall enough, it was time to move them into the store.

She opened up the store and then got to it. Some flowers here, some perennials there.

And here and there, she draped vines up and down the shelves, greenery that twitched and moved a little with her fingertips. What they were? She wasn't about to say.

They looked nice, though.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

Had Pam been gone last week? She wasn't about to tell anyone. But she had spent most of last night synthesizing more salve for Octavia, and it had really knocked the wind out of her-- she was, most genuinely, putting herself into it.

So when she showed up to open up the store, it was later in the day. She had a cup of coffee, and a book; she retreated to the sofa at the back of the store and curled up there.

Just reading.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

There was mistletoe in her shop. Mistletoe where it didn't belong. And somehow the mistletoe was... angry?

... No. Not angry. Another word ending in -y.

"Yes, it's a very natural urge," she said, staring up at the ceiling as the mistletoe rustled by. "But this is the first time I've heard of flora with a fetish, and that might be a little much."

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witchoftheflesh

For over a week now, there had been a pot of lovely, glossy black hollyhocks. They had been fed and watered by the kindness of their boss, they had enjoyed the sunshine when it reached them, they had existed in the not-time of plants, so separate from the bustling world of Animalia. It was a soft, warm, easy existence.

Sadly, it could not last. Which was why, roughly two hours after his shift was normally scheduled to begin, the stand of hollyhocks shivered, shimmered, and suddenly there was a naked man perched on the counter where a flowerpot once sat.

"...Well, this is going to be a time."

joan_of_bark

It was a rested Pam who made her way down to the store that morning. She'd spent the weekend working on a few small bath product projects of her own, and the all-natural lavender bubblebath and shower wash made it onto the shelves that day.

She didn't really know why she bothered - it wasn't like she was in this to encourage consumerism. But honestly, it had soothed her nerves in a way the rest of her frustrating research didn't.

By noon, she found herself back on the sofa, paging through several newspapers. Trying to get a sense of what else was going on on the mainland that might need her attention.

Now if only those ponies stopped trying to get in and eat the papers...

[[ open! ]]

joan_of_bark

Well, Pam had caved and bought Adrian some fertilizer. Sure, the island probably took care of him just as well - but nature was a fickle thing, and she wasn't taking any chances with the life of her only employee.

She opened up the store mostly for the sake of appearances. And after the fertilizer operation had concluded, she settled on the sofa in the corner with a book.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

Pam... had been busy all night with the remains of yet another fungal creature that had attacked her the day before. It hadn't yielded much in the way of new information; somehow the frustration drove her onwards.

Unfortunately, that meant that by the morning, just an hour after opening up the shop, she found herself napping on the sofa.

Ah, well.

[[ open but method ]]

witchoftheflesh

Sadly bookless, Adrian made his way to Pick Your Poison today, ready for a full day's work. He had some excellent ideas he was looking to write down for new products and an organizational shift to run by Pam. As soon as he got behind the counter, he was all set to grab a notebook and start writing things down - which would have been much easier to do if he hadn't turned into a stand of black hollyhocks in a lovely black wood planter.

Well. This sure happened.

[Trying to catch up with everything the week before a major holiday while getting major appliances and having a sick cat and a guest over after a con weekend is very hard! Sorry, Adrian, you're a plant until next Monday]

joan_of_bark

Pam had had some wild dreams last night, psychedelic and painful fictions. It hadn't been dissimilar to her hallucinations back when she'd been dying of the lamia; she woke up sweating, searching her body for signs that she was dying again.

But there had been nothing. It was just a day. (A day after the day she'd done something very stupid in the laboratory with Octavia's sample, but-- still a day.) A day in her body, not a fully healthy body, but a functioning body none the less.

She made coffee after she came down the stairs, early in the morning. Unlocked and opened the door to the shop while it was still dark outside. There was something cosy about it. About settling back on the store sofa, sipping her coffee, watching the town wake up through the window.

Pick Your Poison was open.

witchoftheflesh

Adrian knew that he was supposed to be doing work at work, but his sister Colette had just released the next book in her lesbian shifter erotica mystery and Adrian couldn't do anything but read it until he finished. Mostly to make sure that the MC made the right romantic decision, instead of hooking up with her horrible ex, even if she was going to be the next alpha of the neighboring pack.

"Great Forest, Coco, if you have Therese hooking back up with LuAnn and missing out on everything the Christy has to offer, I will cross Groves just to throw this book at your head," he muttered, glaring at the makeout happening on the pages in front of him. "This had better be a scheme to further the investigation of the boarding school, or so help me ..!"

Pick Your Poison was open, but very distracted.

joan_of_bark

Pam's sentimental heart always longed for spring; for the excitement of new life, the sun rising higher with each day, the scent of flowers on the air. But she had come to embrace the rest of the seasons - to appreciate that when leaves fell in fall, it was so they could feed the soil for the months to come, and how the chill of the air drove the animals to their burrows to find much-needed rest.

It would be warmer later in the day, of course. But something about that fresh morning air drove her to take a walk from the store, through the less populated sections of the island. To feel the breeze on her skin and watch the trees grow yellow.

And of course, eventually, that brought her back to the park. "Of course you're still here," she told the flamingos, as she wandered along the pond with her hand stuck in the trousers of her overalls. "I wonder if the locals know how hard you are to kill."

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joan_of_bark

Store day? Well, Pam had definitely opened the door to Pick Your Poison early in the morning. But after that, she'd disappeared back upstairs, to run the last few tests on the blood sample she had gotten from Octavia last week.

It was... Interesting.

She had her ear to the downstairs, though, and by midday, when she'd squeezed whatever knowledge she could out of it, she would descend down the stairs, take a book, and settle on the sofa in the corner.

The store was open.

[[ details discussed between pam and octavia nfb plz ]]

joan_of_bark

Pam had had plans for the past few days; dinner with Adrian, work in the garden. But the... situation... with the chemical plant had required her attention on Friday. Visits had to be made. An impression left.

And now she was back, but exhausted. She curled up on the sofa in the corner with a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

Looking for some rest.

[[ method rp is in effect. open ]]

bigdamnprincipal

Hopefully, no one had partied themselves out completely yesterday, because it was time for Homecoming! The park had been decorated... well, it had started to be decorated in a comfortable fall theme because something had to be done with all the extra pumpkins people had, but then the pillow fort showed up, and there was lofi music coming from somewhere and, well, it wasn't a bad vibe, so here we were.

Enjoy your comfy carnival everyone!

joan_of_bark

School was back in session, and this week would be just another week, its days slipping by like a breeze. Pam, for her part, was back in her store. The garden didn't need much upkeep-- it was beginning to take shape quite nicely, and needed some time to grow.

The shelves were full of products that, as far as she could tell, were at least made with some sense of responsibility. And her mind kept drifting elsewhere, to her phone, to news from the mainland about that chemical plant.

Eventually she got up from the sofa in the corner to sit back behind the counter, pen in hand. Dear Harley...

For now, on this ordinary day, the store was open.

[[ open! ]]

joan_of_bark

There was a school trip this upcoming week, apparently; Pam had only learned of it when she found out Adrian wouldn't be coming in to work next week. She hadn't known just how much of this town was dedicated to that school until now, with the streets suddenly much quieter.

It suited her fine, honestly. She'd spent the past few weeks getting comfortable. A quiet island meant she had time to expand her horizons. Sometime into the afternoon, she walked to the Perk, her senses telling her of tiny things hatching under the stone, the breath of relief of a place that would be partially unburdened by the constant to and fro of human feet.

She sat at a table, her coffee in one hand, a phone in the other, and scrolled. Did you know more than three-quarters of the Chesapeake Bay's tidal waters were contaminated by chemicals to one extent or another? That there were chemical plants and industrial complexes along the Chesapeake Bay that dumped far more waste than they were allowed to? That the water was rife with PFAS and PCBs, and that nitrogen levels hadn't fallen in some time?

She had. But it was nice to get specifics.

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witchoftheflesh

Look, with all the work he'd put into paperwork last week, Adrian had no problems taking Pam's chiding to heart and spending a bunch of shift working out in the garden. He had the doors open so that as soon as he heard someone in the shop, he could rush in and assist, but until then, he was going to enjoy the autumn sunshine on his face and the feel of good earth beneath his fingertips.

[fleeing for dr's appt but open]

joan_of_bark

Letters had been written and stored - to be sent later. The only paperwork that awaited Pam when she went downstairs was all Adrian's hard work: the list of sources and background information on his products that she'd asked for.

He'd put in a lot of work to put it together. She owed it her full attention.

She sat down on the comfy couch wedged at the back of the shop, next to the sheld with the facial creams. The one with a view of the garden.

And poured through the list.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

There was something Pam had put off in all the excitement. Something important, something she hadn't done in a while. But the longer she waited, the harder it became, and she didn't want it to be hard.

Harley-- her Harley-- deserved better.

So she took a walk through the community garden to clear her head, as Adrian had suggested. But that had become more of an amble through the streets, carrying her here. The barista proudly informed her they'd had that blend she'd talked about shipped in, and. Well. She had to appreciate the consideration, even if it wasn't perfect, didn't she?

And so she wound up at a table with a large cup of regular coffee, a pen in her hand and a sheet of writing paper sitting beside her cup.

( Dear Harley... )

[[ open ]]

witchoftheflesh

Adrian hadn't gotten the new contract written up yet, as Boston was still (loudly) mourning Kitty's departure. Which meant that rather than going into the garden and getting work done there, he was behind the counter finishing up paperwork. On the plus side, it meant he got to talk to various members of his family, some he hadn't seen in years.

On the negative side, he was learning how many of them he hadn't seen in years...and didn't keep up with the family gossip.

"Hello, Aunt Nita, this is Adrian, Agatha's boy? Yes, I'm really calling. No, no, please don't hang up! No, you've got it all wrong, they voted to let me back--! Aunt Nita? Hello?"

He sighed, adding another name to the list of people he'd have to ask his cousin Olivia to call. Hopefully she could explain.

joan_of_bark

Two weeks, and none of the monsters had made it from the causeway onto the island. Something else had settled, though Pam barely had any sense of what it might be, or why. It wasn't permanent - couldn't be permanent.

But she enjoyed the breather while she had it.

(That she wasn't in any danger.)

(That she wasn't endangering anyone else.)

She breathed as she stepped through the doorway, and she breathed along the road that carried her down here, and she kept breathing as she felt the tamed Green of the park engulf her. Every blade of grass breathed with her, the leaves of the trees and the rainworms pushing through the earth down below, fertilizing the soil from which the weeds sucked their nutrients.

She stood there for a while, on the grass, her eyes closed.

Breathing.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

Pam had found some kind of peace with Harley-not-Harley; the store had been cleansed of all of its chemical bullshit, their stocks replaced with Adrian's Blackwood products. Frankly, she had better things to do with this quiet than to run an actual storefront, most of her attention drawn to the samples upstairs in her newly-restored laboratory.

But she'd been working on that all evening, and had little progress to show for it. She woke up exhausted. She needed something to soothe her nerves.

So she went downstairs, to check on the garden. And while she was there, she might as well flip the 'Open' sign, to help put a little money in Adrian's family's pockets. She was sympathetic to their issues, even if she wasn't a fan of the economics involved.

But all that done, she vanished back into the garden. She'd spend most of her time planting new little green things, and tending to the soil.

It really was soothing.

[[ open ]]

witchoftheflesh

They might be here to visit, but no force in the world could stop a Blackwood witch from being industrious. So after a stop at the park for a bit, the Blackwoods had headed over to town, carrying the boxes of cosmetics and consumables that the Old Wives had brought with them to start trying to fill the empty shelves that Pam's weeding out had left behind.

There were cleansers, there were bath bombs, bubble baths, body sprays. There were lotions, there were soaps, showers gels, scrubs, and shampoos (with conditioners of course). Massage oils, hair care products, solid perfumes, lotions, even candles. It was like someone had gone through the Lush website and used it as a checklist for production.

"Okay, even I'm impressed," Adrian admitted, looking around at everything they were unpacking and shelving. "How did you all get this done in such little time?"

"Foresight," Muriel deadpanned.

"Wait, really?"

Lydia thumped Adrian in the ear. "Mundane foresight," she told him. "Some of this we've pulled off of shipments to go to the Anchor Markets, so they'd better sell."

"And we reached out to the other covens for help," Agatha said, dreamily. She was in a particularly good mood today. "Your cousin Nora, from the Gulf coven, has been sending us her shower jellies."

"Shower jellies?" Adrian asked. Muriel was already tossing him a box that contained a pair of them. He pulled one out and and laughed as it wobbled in his palm. "Amazing," he said. "Nora is clearly a genius."

Had he met Nora? He couldn't remember, but if you gave him a minute or so, he could probably recite where in the family tree she was.

"We've also started making products without magic, just for your store," Lydia added, holding up a box that was lightly shaded gray instead of their normal white. There were far more gray boxes than white, actually. "Most of the magical cosmetics you sell here are bought as novelties, as opposed to magic being a requirement to sell to the Holy City. Making purely mundane versions means less we'll be diverting from the Holy City to you, but also let us make your items faster and can be sold for cheaper."

"Without having to skimp on the quality in other areas," Muriel added. "Not that we ever would mind."

"But you'll still get some, along with whatever stuff you personally make," Muriel reassured him, amused by whatever expression she saw on his face.

Briefly, Adrian worried what Pam would say if he told her he was now selling some stuff that wasn't magical. And then he figured that so long as he swore that the stuff he was still selling remained free of plastics, parabens, and unethically-sourced mica, he was probably all set.

[Open]

totalwildcard

Well, what a surprise that Harley's brain wasn't feeling any less itchy another week in, considering the week she'd had! Including Thursday's rudely and cruelly aborted trip to get nice bath stuff from the place that she'd thought was still being run by that intimidating-in-an-alluring-way witch lady. Also on a totally, completely, utterly unrelated sidenote, there was currently a messy situation happening up in Harley's bathroom upstairs that she hadn't bothered to address or deal with in any way since last night. How hard was it to make a fully functional bath bomb at home? Especially one that she'd just tried to pack a tiny bit of extra oomph into? Geez!

Anyway, she was down in the store. Hadn't even strayed two doors down to the tattoo place yet -- what, it'd worked wonders the other week! But she wasn't anywhere near the counter, either. Nah, nope, Harley was in the back of the store with the big-ass antique mirrors, giving critical looks to the big J tattoo on her arm. She knew she wanted to change it somehow, obviously, she was just trying to visualize her options.

Hold on, she should have a Sharpie around here somewhere...

Also, yeah, the holographic dog art was still all over the store. Harley had not noticed.

(open!)

witchoftheflesh

Adrian was refamiliarizing himself with the remaining stock in the store. Pam had clearly been going over everything with a fine-toothed comb and tossing out whatever didn't meet her standards for environmental-friendliness. He could only approve, continuing her work - though rather than tossing anything, he was making two separate piles for her to check over whenever she next came in: the ones he thought should be trashed, and the stuff he thought was worthy to be kept. Still, seemed only right that the final decision be hers.

Blackwood Magical Cosmetics
Sunshine Shimmer Highlight - Always illuminated by a perfect shaft of golden sunlight, including comfortable warmth
Moonlight Shimmer Highlight - Always illuminated by a perfect shaft of golden moonlight, including refreshing coolness
Starlight Mascara - Darkens and elongates lashes and provides 6 hours of the starlit eye illusions

joan_of_bark

It felt... dangerous... to spend too much time in most of the island's open spaces. Pam had no interest in making Harley-not-Harley's life more difficult, now that she had chosen to stay here by necessity. But that did strike quite a few locations out of her potential new daily routine.

(Wasn't it always easier to avoid a problem than to face it head-on?)

But that was fine. There were still some mysteries left to uncover on this island, and the preserve had the advantages of both containing some - and being very unlikely to contain any kind of Harley.

Coming here felt like a relief the moment her feet touched the forest floor. The Green still didn't speak to her quite the same way it once had, but its voice was louder here. She felt so much stirring in the soil and the treetops, familiar and unfamiliar things. Things that were dying. Things that were growing.

And before she knew it, her search for answers had turned into a stroll between the trees, her fingers sliding past bark, branch and shrub as she let them trail beside her. It was... grounding.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

A few-- was it months? -- ago, the lamia had been in her organs, in her brain. But it had retreated, leaving Pam alive, for now, occasionally nipping at her bones or crawling over her flesh. Fine, for the time being. These days, she preferred not to be actively dying.

But it was still growing. And so, rattled from that morning, she retreated to the bathroom of the little laboratory-apartment above Pick Your Poison with a razor. She'd bundle up the chunks of lamia from her thighs and sides with the remains of the fungal creature and dispose of it later.

For now, she let them lay on the shower floor. She went downstairs, cracked open the front door to let some fresh air in, checked in on the garden-- and then found herself approaching the back, where the inventory sat.

If she was going to stay here for a while, she might as well clear out all the crappy 'eco-friendly' chemical bombs the previous owner had left her. Pam found a big trash can, put it down behind the counter, and began to work her way through shelves of shampoos and bath bombs.

It kept her mind quiet.

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totalwildcard

Sometimes a girl and her hyena just needed to get out of the house, so that was what Harley and Bruce were doing right now!

In more specific terms as to where exactly 'out of the house' they were, they were in the park, by the pond. And as for what they were actually doing, Bruce was stalking some of the flamingos, and Harley was watching him do so while taking noisy sips through the big straw in her absolutely monstrous drink concoction from the Perk. Unless it was from J,GoB? Actually, maybe J,GoB. The big cup wasn't even see-through and yet the thing was still managing to look like it was tooth-rottingly sweet.

Anyway, Harley was also calling out encouraging things to Bruce, like "Ya gotta find more cover if you don't want them to run like that!" and "Watch out for that wing, baby!" and "Did you know these pink freaks could get so goddamn loud?!"

Okay, maybe that last one was just a flat out question rather than encouragement, whatever, don't box her in!

(But seriously, did you?)

(open for all your park needs!)

joan_of_bark

The funny thing about this island was that the more questions you answered, the more cropped up. Pam had spent a day working on the Pick Your Poison garden, clearing out remains of the greenhouse that had once been there. Weeds had started popping up everywhere, but she hadn't gotten far on identifying what was native and what wasn't.

Perhaps some answers laid in the preserve, or the gardens by the school. The latter, she had found, she couldn't enter - accessible only to students, tucked away in a corner somewhere. The preserve itself was worth a look, something she intended to do that afternoon, when classes were hopefully out and she'd be able to snoop around undisturbed.

For now, though...

"Thank you for the coffee."

The barista, who had spent the past ten minutes fielding questions, took a quick step back as Ivy took the cup from her. Muttered something about how Ivy was welcome, and she'd call about the thing soon, honest.

"It's okay," she said, with a small smile. "You couldn't know."

And with that, she found a seat for herself.

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mylandmyrules

Nell was happily working in the store today. She knew Steven would be by later so they could harvest some honey and she was really looking forward to that. In the meantime she took care of the plants in the back and restocked the shelves. There seemed to have been quite a run on some of her lotions, so she made a note to make up some more of those when she had some time.

joan_of_bark

It had been dark when she'd arrived last night; not the ideal time to go outside and see where she'd found herself now. Her journey into the mycelial network - and wasn't that new? - had been born of panic. She'd flailed her way here, and it wouldn't be helpful to try to flail her way out.

But come the morning, early morning, Pam slipped out of the bed in the abandoned apartment and took a moment to orient herself. To take a walk, and think about the best way to get back to Seattle. She'd somehow brought herself all the way to the East Coast, with DC and Baltimore nearby, and yet a cursory glance at a newspaper display hadn't brought her any mention of Gotham.

That was strange. So were the things the Green whispered to her, distant but still audible: about invasive soil and a beating thing buried in the forest, plants and flowers and bushes that seemed distinctly alien and yet, in part, native to this place.

She couldn't help it. It sparked her curiosity.

Instead of walking onto the causeway to hitch a ride, she returned to the Pick Your Poison building a little later in the morning. Leaving the front door half-open, she strode into the shop's tiny courtyard garden.

If she was going to be here anyway, she might as well solve a few mysteries; she pushed her overalls down to her hips and knelt down, rooting around in the soil.

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