→ i don't want a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need

[creatio]

CHARACTERS: Barbie House Residents & You.
LOCATIONS: That pink little number where superpowered girls live.
WARNINGS: None in post, please let me know if I need to change that.
SUMMARY: Ugly sweater party time.

( If you know Kimberly and Clary at all, then you'll know there's been a festive treat in the works for a while. People will have received their personally designed invitations during the week, but neither of them have been shy in mentioning the party while wandering the city laden with shopping bags. The house is suitably decorated - enough mistletoe to potentially be a biohazard - but with a little help from the world's best ( and most stylish ) warlock Magnus Bane, it's definitely looking the part. And if it's a little small, well outside is covered in lights too, an army of space heaters dotted in their garden to make things as cosy as possible.

There's multiple flavours of punch, though be wary of the one that smells overwhelmingly of gingerbread, someone was a little heavy handed with the liquer. If that doesn't float your boat then the living room table is laid out with different drinks and snacks, some more festive than others. Eat, drink, be merry. And if you hear Blue Christmas at any point in their festive playlist, please track down Baby and give him a hug ( or a drink ... or one of those sprigs of mistletoe. )

The only rule ( and it's definitely a rule ) wear a Christmas sweater or suffer the wrath of women scorned. Though maybe not something with tassles or baubles, Simba might be after them. )

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[recoined]

( god, she needs a drink. and maybe to not take the lord's name in vain while staring at a very attractive Actual Priest. she's pretty sure that's, like, against somebody's rules. somewhere. don't ask her. )

Jesus — ( whoops. there she goes again. ) — I'm not making fun of you. I'm not in, like, middle school.

( why does she have this constant problem of running into people who make her feel like she's fifteen again??? she's AN ADULT, thanks!!! )

I just didn't expect to run into Your Holiness at an ugly sweater party. Which... for the record, you're not wearing one.

[buenpastor]

[ it's been so long since he got to interact with teenagers without anyone being possessed, this is refreshingly normal. ]

I'm a new arrival, I own three shirts and a jacket. And you can relax, I won't try to convert you or anything.

[recoined]

That ship already sailed. ( good luck converting the disgraced former cheerleader, tomas. good luck. you'd need it. ) I mean, my boyfriend's basically possessed by the devil, so I'm probably not the target audience for your... brand.

( tmi? why not. )

[buenpastor]

[ well, that gets him to sober up. he even stands up a little straighter. ]

I'm an exorcist, so maybe you are my target audience. Did you mean that literally?

[recoined]

( oh, shit. she really was not looking for an exorcism. talk about a christmas surprise. )

Uh, yeah? Literally, I mean. Lights on fire, magically heals, the whole shtick. But I'm pretty sure he's not going to be super gungho about the exorcism thing.

( but, now that she's thinking about it, she has to ask: ) Are you seriously an exorcist? Like, girls whose head spin around a bunch and spit pea soup everywhere exorcist?

[buenpastor]

Exorcisms can't be performed on someone unwilling.

[ he may not know much yet, but he knows demons won't behave the same on every universe. just because his world's demons are all evil assholes bent on causing pain, it doesn't mean they're all like that across the multiverse. probably. ]

And, uh. Yes, not every case is like that but yeah.

[recoined]

( there's a tall man in a red sweater lounging across the room, to whom kimberly gestures when tomas makes his point. )

You can ask him, I guess. I'd lead with that, though, unless you want to get lit on fire...

[buenpastor]

[ he looks to see the guy kimberly gestures to, staring a little longer than it's considered polite, as if he's trying to read something out of him.

he turns back to kimberly after a moment, shaking his head apologetically. ]

Sorry, I didn't catch your name.

[recoined]

It's Kimberly. ( a little mock curtsy for the occasion, but she's smiling too. ) Have fun with him.

Do me a favor, though — don't tell him I told you. Tell him... I don't know, maybe Jesus told you.

[buenpastor]

[ you can see him struggling not to ramble about theology. in the end he smiles back, no teenager deserves an unwanted rant about jesus and prayer and whether or not he talks to people. ]

I'll come up with something.