Barbara Gordon (
bodilesswarrior) wrote2012-12-08 07:56 pm
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[Barbara is grinning in an open, friendly way that isn't often seen on a network post. She seems completely relaxed and earnestly cheerful.]
Hey there, Barge! The holidays are coming up, and I figure we might as well be festive. I don't usually put my skills to craftwork, but why not?
I only have personal experience with Christmas decorations, though. I've done a lot of reading on others, of course, but only from my world, and - well, I don't want to go stepping on any toes.
So if anyone who celebrates other holidays wants to chip in or give me some guidance, I'd appreciate it.
Hey there, Barge! The holidays are coming up, and I figure we might as well be festive. I don't usually put my skills to craftwork, but why not?
I only have personal experience with Christmas decorations, though. I've done a lot of reading on others, of course, but only from my world, and - well, I don't want to go stepping on any toes.
So if anyone who celebrates other holidays wants to chip in or give me some guidance, I'd appreciate it.
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Great!
You look adorable, by the way.
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spam - you knew he was going to
There's a knock on her door. Let him in, Babs!]
oh my god
this is glorious ok
no arguments here
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[Barbara immediately pulls back, giving him a better look.
The door opens right into her control room. Computers completely fill one wall; another is pinned with maps, schematics, and designs; the last bears shelves of books and gadgets.
At the moment, boxes litter the floor, spilling with garland and holly and ornaments and glitter and - scrap metal, apparently. She's got her sewing kits out, too.]
Welcome to the clock tower, by the way.
[The reason for the name is clear; a great clock face, looking on to nothing now, looms behind the largest computer, where her desk is set.
On the desk sit several small, plush dolls. One of her, as Batgirl; several Robins; Nightwing, Batman, Azrael. A mug of coffee, spiked with cinnamon, sits steaming beside the keyboard.]
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He's very amused by the plushies, though. He looks at Azrael curiously, smiles at the Robins, and then picks up the Batman one and waves it at her.
Amused:] Well... he'll have a hard time striking fear into the hearts of criminals.
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She grins as he holds up the little Batman.]
That's my job. He's just here to keep me company.
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[She turns to follow him, before gesturing to each box in turn.]
That one is standard Christmas stuff - holly, garland, tinsel, that sort of thing.
That's Styrofoam, wire, rope, wool.
That one is scrap metal, I always have some laying around.
[Smirk.] Does Alfred do all your sewing, or - ?
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[Then she carefully pushes herself out of her chair. It's not something she's comfortable doing around most people, but Bruce has been one of them for a long time.]
What do you want to do first?
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I am most interested in being able to witness it first-hand.
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[She taps her lip thoughtfully.] Have you ever done pillows?
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We thinking the kind with ridiculous white furry fringe?
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I say the more ridiculous the better.
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