[OPEN] They don't understand me, prolly 'cause I'm fancy.

[sexual]

WHO: Selina Kyle and... [ soft gasp ] YOU?
WHERE: All over the place
WHEN: Through the month of July
WHAT: Various prompts meant for mingling purposes
WARNINGS: TBD

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HEROPA ▸ look, she's up before noon, isn't she?

[sexual]

[ It isn't long after her arrival that Selina settles into a routine that is a bit more familiar. A bit of charm, a bribe or two, and just the fact that she's so damn good with the cats, and she can practically set her own hours and she doesn't see a reason to quit her little government assigned job. She likes being able to spend her time with such beautiful creatures and, more surprisingly, she's actually kind of good at the management part of her job. Mastermind a few heists and you get good at planning and directing bodies.

She's out late most nights until well into the morning hours, crashing sometime before dawn and then fueling herself with coffee every morning -- late in the morning -- at her new favorite café in Heropa. Selina hides the dark circles and tired eyes beneath oversized sunglasses and lets out a loud yawn as she waits for her order. Some mornings she'll even grab a pastry and have a seat outside, perhaps hoarding a couple extra chairs, just trying to soak up some of that vitamin D. ]

[eloquentness]

[ To her credit, Iris figures that the person behind her has had a long night (or maybe even worse, an early morning). She grabs her own order, giving the other woman a sympathetic smile, ]

Long day already?

[ she remembers those days too well, if not from school, then definitely from the stories she's been cranking out at the Citizen. ]

[sexual]

[ She glances in the direction of the voice, eyes traveling down the length of her arm at the items the other woman is grabbing from the counter. Selina laughs, a bit bitterly, shaking her head. ]

It was a long day yesterday. Hasn't ended.

[eloquentness]

Ouch. [ Iris winces in sympathy, taking a quick sip of her own drink - an Americano, ] My day's just getting started. Many sympathies.

[ a beat - ]

What're you getting?

ANY ▸ moonlighting, sans bruce willis

[sexual]

[ There's something almost fun about starting from scratch. There are so many things she would have done differently in the beginning -- so much that she's forgotten about her life before she put on the costume, when there was more of a distinction between her and the costume, when she'd needed it. She's grown into it. She's older and wiser, sure, but she isn't as desperate this time. Her targets picked carefully and spread out, and when reports of burglaries begin to circulate, no one seems to have any idea what hit them.

Now, remember, careful's the keyword here, but that doesn't necessarily mean those with a keen eye or just dumb luck won't catch her lurking around. In a sprawling city, she's pretty partial to rooftops. ]

[heliophilic]

[A black-clad figure stands on a rooftop near her next target, partially concealed by the shadows of the night. Seeing her approach he steps out.]

These rooftops are getting too crowded. Used to be we didn't have to share.

[sexual]

[ Lurking in the shadows, huh? That's a new one. She rises from a crouched position slowly, letting her body find its balance after a big jump, but she doesn't bother turning to him at first. Her eyes narrow as she tries to gauge the next jump ahead. ]

Really? All these capes around here, and you were, what? Lord of the Rooftops? [ Her voice is deadpan, distracted. ] I'll just be on my way, if you don't mind...

[heliophilic]

[Sorry Catwoman, but there is a whole theme that has to be upheld. It's in the manual.]

It was Viscount, actually. [Is that higher than a lord? Fuck if M knows or cares!] Look, I don't particularly give a crap about what you do for fun--not that kind of man in black--I'm just going to politely ask you to avoid an asset of mine. He doesn't have the kind of cash you think he does.

[And if other people, particularly his nasty friends, get wind of that, he's useless as an asset.]

[sathan]

( she'd brought herself up to the rooftop, a silent stepping through the shadows as her magic takes her from her room up to the roof. though she might typically take herself out to the woods for somewhere quiet to go she hadn't gone so far out, needing a little more connection.

or perhaps she was also observing something. it's what the other woman on the roof seemed to be doing, creeping about, watching.

her steps on the roof, the click of heels are the first things that will tell the woman that she isn't alone, her entrance before that silent and lilith waits until she's closer before speaking )

Something seems interesting.

[sexual]

[ Funny story, really, she's actually sort of used to being snuck up on like this although the heels are a new edition. The Bats and birds are a practical sort and heels can be difficult to run in. Selina's crouched behind the parapet, watching for the occupants in the building across the way to leave their townhouse for the evening and, yes, she is dressed as a cat. Just in case that part went without notice.

She doesn't even flinch at the sound of the voice, doesn't turn her attention to the woman now standing behind her. She only continues to watch the shadows move from behind the curtains through her binoculars, responding over her shoulder. ]

I don't know, it's been kind of boring actually, but I don't bill for lack of entertainment.

[sathan]

What do you bill for?

( she steps closer still, letting her gaze travel in the direction that the woman is looking. she can't see the details so clear without binoculars but there's certainly something there )

Spying?

[the_caped_crusader]

This is the part where I say 'put it back.'

[ the low rumble of his voice announces his presence before the towering shadow does. there are plenty of thieves around these parts, but none of them with her finesse. call it intimate familiarity that he has some idea of what's hit the victims... ]

[sexual]

[ You know, normally she'd be annoyed -- here comes this great, big pain in the ass, here to ruin all her fun, but the strange part is she actually sort of missed these little run-ins of theirs.

Her back still to him, he certainly can't see the way her lips curve into a smile, but it's there. He knows that much, doesn't he? ]

And this would be the part where I tell you to 'go to hell.'

[the_caped_crusader]

Mm. Right.

[ he responds with little sarcasm. it's almost a foregone conclusion, where this is headed, so he cuts to the chase, as though he's more than willing to comfortably fall back into old routines. ]

So, how are we going to do this, then? Towards the pier, or lose me closer to the high-rises?

ANY ▸ nightlife, boogie, etc.

[sexual]

[ The evenings she's not working, Selina finds other ways to keep herself entertained late into the night. You might find her at a bar, amping up the charm with the locals for free drinks or an exchange of information; you might find her at a nightclub, out on the dance floor with some attractive somebody (is it you?) she has absolutely no intentions of every seeing again; or, if you've got the kind of connections that get you into those secret, sketchy high-stakes poker games, you might even find her gambling away whatever shiny baubles she's happened upon recently.

For someone who wouldn't normally be considered a people person, she's good at putting on a show. Given a little motivation? Oh, she's everyone's friend. ]

nightclub

[viciousmaukery]

[There’s something to be said for nights like this, when Molly’s practically itching to get out and have some fun—he usually accomplishes his goal in the most spectacular way possible. Tonight, he’s come to this nightclub to chase off the loneliness that creeps up on him, and it looks like he’s not the only one who had that plan. A woman pulls him out onto the dance floor, her smile electrifying, and what else can Molly do but just go with the flow?

The music pounds, passionate and frenetic. Someone croons about having a warm body next to them just for the night, over the beat. Molly grins at his partner, flashing teeth.]

Got a name? I like to know the names of the people I’m dancing with.

[sexual]

[ The music is loud and the dancefloor is packed, which only speaks to the quality of beats the DJ is currently spinning. He's good and, thank God, because the last one wasn't. The lights pulse along to beat of the music, filling the room with color -- simple, really, but it's almost magical. Like she can see the music the same way that she can feel it.

Alone and without anyone to dance with, Selina grabs hold of the first person she spots that seems alone, too, and pulls them through the crowd and onto the floor. She doesn't really give him time to protest, but he doesn't pull away either. That's a good sign, right? ]

Selina. [ Loud, trying to talk over the sound of the music. She presses a little closer. ] Yours?

[viciousmaukery]

Mollymauk! [He's just as loud, his voice trying to rise over the beat of the music, the thrumming in his veins. This is a much better song than the one that was playing earlier, he'll give it that, the sort of thing you can dance to.] But call me Molly.

[Mollymauk, one letter away from the seabird. One hand settles on her elbow, and his smile turns just a little bit flirty, just a little bit adventurous. His tail taps against her ankle.]

Having a good time yet, Selina? [Underneath, an invitation: want to make it even better?]

bar

[desmodusdraculae]

[Kirk lays another drink, being paid by yet another regular, down in front of the popular stranger.]

Pretty sure you're going for a record.

[sexual]

[ There's a playful roll of the eyes as she glances in the direction of whatever poor sap happened to send her a drink this time, and while she isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, well--

Selina eyes the drink placed in front of her. ]

I sure hope you're getting a little incentive here, seeing as you're doing all the hard work for them.

WILDCARD + CLOSED ▸ like, you know, whatever

[sexual]

[ Got something else in mind you want to throw my way? Want to get in some of that good, sweet, catlady CR but aren't feeling any of the above prompts? felinefatale, HMU fam!! I am always down to plot. ]

CLOSED ▸ ren faire w/ oliver

[sexual]

[ Selina's never actually been to a ren faire before, but she was so kindly invited and, well, there's a first time for everything, right? Strike one: she's overdressed -- or perhaps just inappropriately dressed, all designer labels -- but she also had no clue what to expect. She's seen them on television, sure, but that's television. It really can't be as cheesy as it seems on television, can it? (It can.)

There are giant turkey legs and drinks in novelty mugs as promised. Employees and attendees clad in their carefully recreated garb, speaking in fake accents in what mostly resembles English. It's cute. Nerdy as hell, but... cute. ]

These people really go all in, huh?

CLOSED ▸ ren faire w/ oliver

[reborningreen]

Its fun. And most of them really love it.

[ He points to a smartly dressed, brunette, beautiful, and somewhat portly lady whose face shines with enthusiasm as she hands out fire-cooked treats to children. ]
Mrs. Abernathy there is Olandia of the Fires, and she works a 40 hour job as an air traffic controller most of the time, but here, she cooks over an open fire food that is in demand in seven states.

[ He glances at Selina, smiling. ]

As for you, would you care to get into period costume? We do have many outfits in different sizes, some of which might suit you.

smell ya later

[honeybadgered]

[As promised, Gabby is here to teach Selina about having enhanced senses. Here, in this case, being a garden. Gabby is sitting on a bench sharing a chocolate croissant with Jonathan. He's on his leash, his front paws and head in Gabby's lap, and they're making soft grunty noises at each other.

When Gabby sees Selina, she gives a cheerful wave and holds up a little paper bag.]

I brought one for you too!

[sexual]

[ Selina's ranks a little low on the list of World's Most Powerful Sniffers, but cats have a sense of smell that is about fourteen times as powerful as a human's and she figures she's somewhere around there, so the boost has been... an interesting one.

For example, she smells the chocolate croissant before she sees it, and there's a fond smile on her face as she approaches her pint-sized tutor. She's not hard to sell on kids, and that's helpful, but she knows she likes this one already. ]

You remembered.

[ She smelled the pet too. Seriously, what the fuck is that, some kind of badger? ]

Gabby, right? And who's your, uh, friend?