An Emerald Star [Beetle]

[Poison Ivy]

Players: Poison Ivy and Blue Beetle.
Location(s): Star Laboratories - San Francisco HQ.
Plot Summary: The eco-terrorist, Poison Ivy has infiltrated Star Labs in San Francisco. What chief staff she hasn't slaughtered now are working diligently for their new mistress to create something big... When Blue Beetle appears on the scene to stop Ivy, will he prevail? Or will he just be another bug lured by the scent of a cunning plant?

Poison Ivy was smiling. All around was the transformed insides of Star Laboratories's most exclusive building. The room was large and open, for the most part. There were sections of the walls that were glass panels which featured other adjacent rooms that opened onto the laboratory proper. Tables lined the breadth of the open floor, and strange, complicated machinery. Test tubes simmered, beakers frothed, and mixtures boiled. Machines hummed, at odds with the metamorphosis that Ivy had wrought in their surroundings.

Men in lab coats moved like busy bees across the scene. Each's skin was tinged green. Their eyes shone with primal luminescence, and their once-white coats were smeared with dirt and grass stains. Flowers curled around their collars and wrists, shrouding them in individual clouds of rippling yellow pollen perfume. Above the main floor of the lab, a balcony ran, and opened onto another room that looked down at the progress. That is where Poison Ivy dwelt.

Vines curled over every surface. Flowers burst in clusters like spent grenades over the scene. Plants of every size and shape draped the walls and spiraled over the ceiling like a tropical rain forest. Slants of light poured in from holes wrought in the once-solid ceiling, and they were tinged emerald by the many leaves that the pillars of luminescence poured through. Poison Ivy's risen refuge was host to a bloated, monstrous willow tree, and at the feet of its roots on a throne of thorns was where Mother Nature sat.

Mutant flowers, the smallest of which was the size of a cannonball, crowded in a pile at Pamela's feet, and from them oozed a steady trickle of thick, velvety, bright pink mist. The vapor trailed down, gathered about the edge of the curved balcony, and descended like a sluggish waterfall into the vast room below, making the floor hard to decipher through the haze that the workers shuffled through. "Yes, my busy little bees," Poison Ivy cooed. Her voice reverberated through every leaf and root, echoing through the room. "Tend my garden."

Pamela's voice was as seductively alluring as ever. A powerful lover's gentle coo in the aftermath of a night's activities. The rich tones of lust herself. "Prove your devotion to me, my darlings. Don't you love me?" The lab workers stopped momentarily in their work, and murmured their adoration of the woman who had them so entranced. Then they returned to their duties. "Show me," she whispered enticingly.

[Blue Beetle]

Lucky for San Francisco, Jaime was in the city visiting some friends and the like. It didn't take long for Jaime to know of the Gotham villain, Poison Ivy had made a little nest in the Star Laboratories. Armored up and out into the skies, Jaime made his way to the labs to see just what she was cooking.

Flying in, there was already a weird scent in the air. The young hero squinted as he continued to fly ahead. The building looked pretty regular, save for some vines and plant-life, but it looked okay. Okay was not better than good. his wings went into glide mode as he slowed his flight. "What do you think, Scarab?" Jaime asked the alien tech within him as his feet stepped down onto the solidarity of the ground.

@# ^&(%$ #&%$# @%#$$%&((* "Yeah yeah, I know I'm working on it! Did you see that awesome landing I just did-?" He paused a moment before sighing at himself. "Forget it. Of course you did." Stepping forward, he made his way to the inside of the building. He was hesitant and the odd smell was getting even stronger. He could feel an itch in the back of his throat, but he made sure to hold back the desire to cough. He was trying to be stealthy here.

The door was stiff, but Jaime was able to get inside with considerable ease. "Alright! Let's see what the crazy plant lady is up to.." As sneaky as his armor would let him, the Blue Beetle began to snoop, unaware just what a green house he has stepped into. Hopefully they wont pay any mind to the small bug in the building~

[Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy hadn't gone all-out in taking over the laboratory for the duration of her experiments. Honestly, it should only take her a handful of hours. Twelve at the most, if everything went according to plan. She had made herself at home, certainly. Why wouldn't Pamela touch the sterile environment of the main lab with her fertile breath? Truth to tell, she hadn't been as covert as probably would have been wise. So long had it been since the last time she exercised her will over others that she'd done more than was necessary.

Transforming the lab into an oasis drew even more attention to herself. By Ivy's predictions, her presence has been at least speculated at, but not so much as to get unwanted attention via news media networks, or the local law enforcement. Pamela intended on making a clean sweep, but she wasn't so self-absorbed to discount the possibility of... intervention. There was some divine law that governed the earth which meant that Poison Ivy couldn't just sit there and acquire what she'd come for, leaving in quiet peace. No. A superhero was bound to crop up. A thorn in her side.

So, the botanist had taken the necessary precautions. That being, instead of slaughtering the security guards that she'd come across upon entering the facilities, Pamela had gone a more strategic route. Even while the redhead sat nonchalantly on her living seat, overseeing the progress that was going on below her, every guard that had once protected Star Labs was now protecting her. The serums and pheromones running through their veins made them much more compliant and capable than they could ever could have hope to been otherwise.

They were running a tight circuit around the perimeter of the area that Poison Ivy had holed up in. The guards moved with agile purpose. Their eyes shone with acidic green light, and the vines curling across their jaw perfumed the air so that a constant cloud of light yellow pollen drifted around their heads. Not only were the group of guards armed - Star Labs had it's secrets, too - but the dose of elixir that Pamela had injected each of them with tripled their strength and speed. So, Ivy continued to watch as the scientists below busied themselves.

Upon the time when an intruder might crop up, her protectors would by the pawns used to test the hero's strength. And once the guards were put on the offensive? Poison Ivy would be alerted to the nuisance trying to mar her success...