Pamela Isley | Poison Ivy (
chlorophylliac) wrote in
lastvoyages2015-07-17 07:31 pm
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My name is Dr. Ivy Isley. I'm a paleobotanist and the senior environmental scientist on site this week.
Just to reiterate a few points from the paperwork I doubt any of you read before signing. You have signed a waiver which protects ReGen from legal recourse if you are killed, injured, sickened or traumatised - either by events during your stay, or resulting from it in the long term.
The extent to which you can expect compound staff to assist you has also been specified. In short: if you're the kind of idiot who can't follow simple rules, we are not responsible for protecting you from your own stupidity. If you're that kind of idiot and you have private staff responsible for your protection, I hope they're being paid well.
You have also agreed to non-disclosure of anything you encounter during your stay that is not explicitly listed as being shareable. If anything is leaked from the site then we have the right to pursue damages for all projected revenue lost on the basis of that leak, plus costs. That would be enough to bankrupt most of you. Yes, I'm aware most of you are rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
I will also point out right now that the Environmental Sciences division is off-limits in its entirety, unless you have written permission that I have signed and handed to you personally. That supersedes any all-access passes you've been promised.
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If any of them give you any trouble of any kind, let me know. I'll deal with it.
[They will probably not survive being dealt with.]
[Private to Simon]
The worst part is that I can believe you did this.
[OOC: Responses will also be text unless specified but I'm too lazy to keep up the font formatting. Spam with Ivy is also available; she will be hiding from tourists in the less accessible areas of the compound, hanging out with her kids, in her lab or eating in the mess with everyone else. She will also be leaving the compound occasionally to collect samples, etc - grab me on Plurk or shoot me a PM if needs be. ♥ Plotting comment here.]
Just to reiterate a few points from the paperwork I doubt any of you read before signing. You have signed a waiver which protects ReGen from legal recourse if you are killed, injured, sickened or traumatised - either by events during your stay, or resulting from it in the long term.
The extent to which you can expect compound staff to assist you has also been specified. In short: if you're the kind of idiot who can't follow simple rules, we are not responsible for protecting you from your own stupidity. If you're that kind of idiot and you have private staff responsible for your protection, I hope they're being paid well.
You have also agreed to non-disclosure of anything you encounter during your stay that is not explicitly listed as being shareable. If anything is leaked from the site then we have the right to pursue damages for all projected revenue lost on the basis of that leak, plus costs. That would be enough to bankrupt most of you. Yes, I'm aware most of you are rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
I will also point out right now that the Environmental Sciences division is off-limits in its entirety, unless you have written permission that I have signed and handed to you personally. That supersedes any all-access passes you've been promised.
[Private to Luna]
If any of them give you any trouble of any kind, let me know. I'll deal with it.
[They will probably not survive being dealt with.]
[Private to Simon]
The worst part is that I can believe you did this.
[OOC: Responses will also be text unless specified but I'm too lazy to keep up the font formatting. Spam with Ivy is also available; she will be hiding from tourists in the less accessible areas of the compound, hanging out with her kids, in her lab or eating in the mess with everyone else. She will also be leaving the compound occasionally to collect samples, etc - grab me on Plurk or shoot me a PM if needs be. ♥ Plotting comment here.]

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It's things like this, are why she has it bad for Ivy.]
I'd buy you a beer if there were a bar.
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[She smiles. Furiosa is one of the very few people in the compound - there are one or two others, Luna, for instance - around whom she actually feels comfortable. The vast majority tend not to breach 'cautious tolerance'.]
...That spiel was for you as well. You're only responsible for them up to a point.
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[Furiosa mutters, mutinous and preemptively tired.]
My whole week is going to be saving boys who are looking at my ass. I just know it.
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Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Isely. How might I obtain a pass to the Environmental Sciences division?
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She's still going to be a dick about it, though.]
Say 'please', and acknowledge that the abovementioned also applies to benefactors of obsolete imperialist throwbacks.
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I'm much more interested in learning about your field and what you do here than planting a flag. Will you show me, please? [She is carefully polite. Very, very carefully.]
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Thank you, by the way.
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I'm referring to our guests, Luna.
[A pause. She is a bit of a space case.]
You're aware that's happening?
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[Whoops, guess who actually doesn't read the company memos. Luna sits up from where she's digging around in the dirt under a bush, giving an enthused, if curious smile]
Are they people-shaped or dinosaur-shaped?
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[It's possible that he's deliberately misremembering what she actually said.]
I'm doing right by them.
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There's a real chance they could die here. And unfortunately, there's also a real chance you won't.
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[Too mean, okay.]
I'm looking after them. You could punch out and do the same.
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I heard the boys are visiting. [She sounds excited, but she usually sounds animated about nearly everything she talks about: she doesn't point out the obvious. Having them around must be nice, but she can only imagine the worry Ivy is dealing with.]
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I gave Simon my VIP passes. He -
[She shakes her head.]
It's good to see them.
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You'd almost think this wasn't a prime tourist spot.
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[Scott is not about to make his own announcement, but he appreciates Ivy's particular brand of bluntness a lot.]
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He knows she'd let him in - or he thinks she would, anyway, but that's not the point, even if he's not entirely sure what the point is. She sort of missed him being a colossal contrarian fuck-up, so like - she deserves to know, or something. Who he really is, before she makes any guilty promises or whatever. If that was a thing she ever considered.
Also, the setup back here is really cool.]
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[The 'contrarian fuck-up' news has reached her, of course. She's not so divided from her family that she doesn't get occasional updates from Simon, doesn't try to see her sons if only for an awkward dinner or a long phone call every few months. Dillon, surprising to no-one, proves a little harder than Gene to pin down for those social occasions.
Finding him in the lab is a surprise, but not much of one. She's more despairingly amused than anything else.]
The coat suits you.
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Bertha doesn't get nearly enough training or exercise running pretty circles for the tourists, so Iris rides her out at dawn to take the edge off before the afternoon performance. She was not expecting to see any humans out here, and she's a little disconcerted by the way Bertha tenses and her crest-feathers sleek down.]
Bertha, no. Lady? Whatever you do, don't run.
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I have been here a while.
[Long enough to distinguish between the kinds of predators which are all the worse when you become a frightened, darting prey animal. She keeps her posture loose, tone level.]
Tell me what you'd recommend.
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