Who: Ivy, Eve and open to anyone who knows the location of Ivy’s lab What: Good old quailty time, before an unexpected guest drops by. When: Late morning Where: Ivy’s lab Rating: PG for now...
Awaking at some late hour in her organically grown hammock, Eve slid out onto soft grass carpet below, which, along with the absence of barb marks on her ankle cast a confused frown on her otherwise calm expression. Slipping into the room outside her own, she peered past the threshold, aggravated with nervousness - wondering if it hadn’t been all a dream
Standing uneasily by herself, within the walls of Ivy’s rainforest laboratory, Eve leaned forward, staring in distractive fascination at the various fruits laid out in a neat eye-catching pile situated several feet away from the door. She was tempted somewhat to sit and finish of what she could, but she couldn't quite ignore the queasy feeling in her gut, her mitochondria – in unison – trying to overcompensate for the tainted oxygen they had received the night before.
Calling the woman’s name again, Eve began to feel a certain presence off in the distance, faint and weak, but somehow familiar. Concentrating her focus and peeling back a wall of confusion Eve felt the small organelles inside her shivering, like excited animals which had just found a new play-toy and wanted to know exactly what it was.
Blowing out a breath, trying to calm herself again, Eve exited the makeshift rainforest hastily, pushing past the light spilling out from the vast entryway.