13391/Putting the Deco in Decorating

Putting the Deco in Decorating
Date of Scene:	19 November 2022
Location:	Grand Hall - Wayne Manor
Synopsis:	Selina's decorating Wayne Mansion and Bruce has some opinions to solicit.
Cast of Characters:	Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne

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Selina Kyle has posed:
It's not even Thanksgiving, that unofficial starting gun for the parade of Mariah Careyesque hellscapes saturated in sale banners and tinsel. Holiday plans drawn up months ago creep forward to culmination. Invitations must hit Wayne Manor in a frenzy for all the Tri-State area's regular shindigs and fancy parties.

Turkeys are not worth celebrating. Football games, lining up early for deeply discounted last year's junk? Forget about it.

Selina doesn't care about those matters. What she does care about is not letting Alfred make /all/ the holiday decisions to place she sort of lives in, where she can actually put a hand in decorating. Where it counts. Thus she has several spools of lights, each plugged in according to its colour, style or extension cord. The LEDs that alternate icy blue, teal, and white; the twinkly deep copper stars; a couple of red and whites. All very thrilling. Then there are the most dramatic ones that oscillate through the beat of music audible only if earbuds are put in. She doesn't want Alfred murdering her in her sleep.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Bruce never did much decorating. He always tried to be around for the tree decorating when the kids were younger, but their growth and having their own lives meant that his own interest in those family bonding activities had diminished in turn. He was never great at he social side of things, but with them he always made an effort.

He's standing nearby, watching as Selina sets about decorating. Just woken up from his early afternoon nap, it seems, and on his way out for a run.

"No dancing, singing Santas. Titus eats them."

Selina Kyle has posed:
The long strand of LED seed lights strung on green needs to be held up against the archway somehow. A ladder assists with the highest point, but Selina scoffs at such notions. She twines the long, flexible strand through her hands, pressing a flat sticky lozenge to one side. This upon contact with the wall should hold its weight and not mar the paint. Benefits of modern technology.

She puts her foot onto the riser of a footstool, and then springs up with all the vertical force she can get from a springing motion. Without a run behind it, her trajectory is good, but not to the levels of some Bat-crobats or superhumans. Precision counts for slapping enough pressure behind the wire and the attached sticky pad, and swinging from the ceiling might be a little too telling for anyone watching.

"What do you take me for, some classless hack?" Her knees press together, and she stretches up, tacking the string of lights along about a half meter from the first. "The idea was that you'd nap long enough to see the effect and decide what suited you best." Hauteur meets fake disappointment. "You'll have to make it up to me or walk about with your eyes closed."

Bruce Wayne has posed:
"I'll make it up to you," Bruce promises, stepping alongside the foot stool to look up at Selina from the floor below, "Besides, I've never been much for surprises."

"So, do you think you're about ready for a break? You're not going to finish decorating in a day ... "

Selina Kyle has posed:
Selina drops from the archway, slinking along and tucking when she drops to absorb the fall. She barely makes a sound as the floor rises up to meet her. "Your bank account says otherwise where my dress budget is involved. Or is this my invitation to start sewing things from scratch?" The pawing motion to catch another of the strands, this one wrapped in stars that glimmer the darkest of honeyed gold, brings the wire up to be assessed and measured.

"I wasn't trying for a day." She loops the long wire around her neck so it droops across her shoulders and down her front. Winding it around her arm and her torso has a pronounced effect as she saunters up to Bruce. Mostly.

"Fancy lifting me up so I can get this put exactly where it should be?" She waggles the end. Stars sway, twinkling.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Bruce opens his mouth to say something, but then thinks better and grows silent once more. He steps back slightly to look Selina up and down, before craning his neck to look up and then at the footstool. In one swift motion he sweeps her up off her feet, arms supporting her as he picks up and carries her towards the stairs.

"Later."

Selina Kyle has posed:
The stars need to be unwound or they pull from the socket rather noisily, a clatter of good European glass and plastic going with it. The glittering lights die, sparks in a copper fanfare. She tilts her head to see the merry rainbow of LEDs and waves her hand, the stars swaying back and forth.

"Then we're decided." An ounce of smug amusement colours that as he lifts her, carrying her away. Bruce won't need to worry about her struggling, for instead she laughs softly against his temple. "We'll make a lovely mess of it if something does not try to do that for us first."