I think I would have liked to be a dog, for the day. [ Just that. It comes out a little wistful. Being an animal would mean none of the responsibility. And she likes animals. She probably would have been a very cute dog, too. ]


[ ooc; feel free to catch her around town, too. she might be going for ice cream later, to see if she can spy any cute puppies ;; ]

[ The video switches on-- not unbeknownst to Ivy because she remembers the video feed the second it starts, but accidentally no less, and she leaves it in. She's settled on the couch, legs dangling over the edge of it.

There's a tiny owl perched on her hand and Ivy is peering at it, quite seriously. The owl peers back. ]

I would have thought that you could change form. I am a child still, I believe that is the way it is supposed to work. Daemons do not settle until a later age.

[ The owl gives a hooting sound. ] But you are not simply a child.

[ Ivy nods briefly, cut short when Timur jumps up on the couch and Ivy's other hand holds back the cat before it can bat its paw at the owl which has flown from Ivy's hand to settle on her shoulder. ]

You don't need to worry. I won't let him eat you.

Frequent use of high heels might result in shortening of the Achilles tendon and increases the likelihood of damage to the underlying soft tissue that supports the foot. Furthermore, constraining the toes can lead to blisters, corns, hammer toes, hallux valgus, Morton's neuroma, plantar fasciitis and many other medical condition. These risks are more pronounced for children.

I suppose one day will not do much harm, but—

[ A beat. ]

I cannot walk in them.

[ ooc; 'sup ]

This was predictable. I expect the weather will get worse before it gets better.

[ A beat, and she sounds about as put-out as she ever will (and perhaps a little sad). ] I wanted to get ice cream.


[ ooc; because Jast left her ice cream coupons ;; ]

i'm bored. why do i have to take these classes again? it isn't as though i don't know algebra.

ray. don't forget to pick me up from school again, okay.


[ ooc; so guess who's an eleven year old genius not allowed to take university level classes? yeah.

also raymond's her brother. worst big brother in the world. ]

[ Ivy is sitting on a table surrounded by scrap parts of metal in a workshop— Stark's, for people who recognise it — her dress probably the cleanest thing in the entire place and her legs dangling. ]

That will not work. You're missing a variable.

[ At the edge of the video, Howard Stark's head is visible as he turns to say something, but the words themselves aren't picked up. ]

No. It is my purpose to preserve knowledge, not to impart it.

[ But she hops off the table and walks over to him, careful not to step on any bits of— robot (?).

And hugs him.

Her expression and tone both make clear that it isn't by choice. ] I did not want to do that.

I do not need to look at the photographs to know what is in them. [ Her face is carefully blank, though her hands are in fists by her side, visibly trembling. ]

If you find ones of me, either destroy them or give them to me. [ A deep breath, and then, tone still neutral and calm, clearly for politeness' sake: ] Please.


[ ooc; The Archive, being who and what she is, knows everything that's recorded and pictures count as recording, so she technically remembers every photograph that's rained down on the City today, though she won't be talking to people about them much unless oocly agreed upon.

Here's a detailed description of what the circle/torture photograph of her looks like. Here's a list of pictures available for her, anyone can grab any of them even without prior ooc agreement. Go wild. ]

— and the video clicks on. Ivy is sitting on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest and staring blankly into space. She had a family over the weekend, had two men she called her fathers and who loved her. She doesn't, anymore. Timur is rubbing his head against one of her legs, but she isn't reaching down to pet him.

Raymond's voice: I'm going out. You going to be all right?

and the toneless reply, entirely without reflection— Yes.

and Ivy turns to the device, a brief hand gesture and a word muttered too low under her breath and the image turns to static before turning off entirely.



[ooc; aftermath of the family curse with arthur and eames: one depressed archive. ]

[ The Archive is staring at the screen, face impassive and also smeared with chocolate. ] I generally believe very strongly in a healthy diet for children—

[ There's an obvious but coming, but the sentence in abandoned in favour of eating a cookie. ]

I find it difficult to care today. [ Turning her head, addressing someone off-screen: ] Mr Leon, can we have fries for dinner?




[ooc; so cursed. and yeah, she just posted the other day. no, i don't care ;; ]

[ The video shows: one (1) little girl, sitting cross-legged on the ground in a neat red dress and one (1) kitten, currently climbing the girl's lap while she smiles and pets it.

Once the feed starts, Ivy of course realises that it has done so, and her face quickly reverts to its usual neutrality. She takes the kitten and turns it so they're both facing the camera. ]

This is Timur. [ a short hesitation. ] It may be beneficial to him to spend some time with other pets so that he will not grow up without companions.

[ The video feed turns on to reveal Ivy, sitting on a chair in what is clearly a room in the desert safe zone, holding out one arm to Raymond, who is wrapping her wrist in a bandage. She looks unhappy: in pain, perhaps even scared. Still, her voice is completely even. ] I think it should be a little tighter still. The purpose of it is to stabilise the wrist, after all. Though without cutting off blood flow, so not too tight, please, Mr Leon.

[ She turns to the device. Of course she knew, the second it started recording, that it was recording. ] I would advise everyone to be cautious not only regarding the slugs themselves, but also other individuals.



[ooc; as per this Ivy was attacked by Sasuke. ]

[ There's a little girl standing by the carousel. She's very neatly dressed: a red dress peaking out under a black coat, shoes polished and her hair in pigtails. Her accent, when she speaks, is faintly British: ]

So this is the City? I have been here before, it appears. Kincaid, where-- [ she breaks off, a fleeting expression of sadness and fear crossing her features before they become impassive again. ] Kincaid is not here.

I will require a place to stay, certainly for the night, and a meal. I strongly believe in regular mealtimes for children. If anyone could help me with one or both, I would be much obliged.



[ ooc; Also, please take a look at this permission post. ]