The Universe's Mixer

Ivy's garden in the park was flourishing, thanks to the protection she had gained for her trees for at least a day or so with that young boy. And of course, thanks to the growing rumors that the gardens were to be avoided. She was being left alone, which should have been enough.

Perhaps some days it was enough to stay in her little oasis in the City. But the air within the City was still too thick with pollution, and she could still sense the dying plants elsewhere amidst the asphalt, cement, and concrete that clogged up too much of what should have been fertile ground.

She needed to think bigger. She needed to bring more over to her cause.

So, with that in mind, Ivy dressed in a little green slip dress, abandoning her leaf leotard for the time being. She was going for normal. At least, normal for the type of woman that might turn heads when visiting the local watering hole.

It would take a lot of work, and she wasn't expecting to accomplish it all in one night, but all the same it was time to get out and meet some new people.

Ivy entered the first bar that she came across, brushing past several of the patrons before settling at the bar. Her eyes scanned the room, though she had a feeling that she wouldn't need to approach her first victim. She would instead wait for the idiots to flock to her.