→ 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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[buenpastor]

[ Tomas looks up when she says hi, and switches his drink from one hand to the other so he can hold it out. ]

Hi, Hello! Father Tomás Ortega. A pleasure. [ He's a self-conscious kind of friendly, it's easy to picture him ten years ago as the nice kid who was too awkward to realize half his class had a crush on him. ] It's a very nice party, sorry about not following the dress code.

[ He's not wearing an ugly sweater but the collar should more than make up for it, honestly. The longer the party goes on the more he feels like he should have left it back home. ]

[creatio]

( She shakes his hand, even if she's not used to being so formal. )

That's okay, I'm sure we'll forgive you. That's kind of your deal, right? ( Ha, oh no she's so awkward. ) Mostly I instigated it to torture my friends. They're of the dark and brooding type.

( And she just isn't. )

Where are you from, Tomas? Or uh, should I call you Father?

( Oy. )

[buenpastor]

I get "Father Tomas" the most often, but either is fine. [ He tugs at his collar a little. ] I didn't know if I should wear it, but it somehow felt worse to crash a party without it.

[ This is awkward for both of them. How do you talk to a teenager who's not possessed by Satan? ]

I'm from Chicago, but I grew up in Mexico City. What about you?

[ Look at him, engaging in normal small talk. Good job, Tomas. ]

[creatio]

Well, it might put some people into a bit of a tailspin but as long as you're chill we'll all be fine.

( Because you know, supernatural creatures. )

Brooklyn, born and bred. Actually, this is the longest I've ever been out of the city. I kind of miss the rush of traffic. It's weird to have to tune it out.