→ 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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[coyandcryptic]

[The atmosphere inside is delightful, and Magnus has stepped outside more so he'll rediscover the fun rather than because he needed a break. The gingerbread concoction has been warmed up for the occasion and he has both hands wrapped around the mug, but he looks the newcomer up and down with an air of assessment.]

On another night, you just might, but luckily I'm happy to help. [One hand lifts and the fingers wiggle.] Would you like a wardrobe upgrade, or just a nice warm feeling?

[killertrack]

[ Baby has to blink at the offer, uncertain he understands. The man in front of him - fairly new to town, probably, since Baby doesn't recognize him - is wiggling his fingers like... like he can do magic, or something like that.

Can he? Baby tilts his head. ]

I'm sorry, you're going to have to walk me through what you're saying exactly, here. I'll blame the alcohol if necessary. Are you offering to lend me a coat?

[coyandcryptic]

I could give you a coat if you'd like a coat.

[A few florid gestures later, along with the blue gleam of magic, and he has a nice black wool coat hanging from a finger.]

I could also make you feel warmer, it's not difficult. And I don't know how much give this thing has for making snow angels. You'll need arm freedom, don't you think?

[But he hands the coat over anyway. The newcomer looks like he's calmed down from being upset, but he might still be a little upset, and being cold only makes that worse.]

[killertrack]

[ The sad thing is that Baby walks around life these days with a slight air of being upset at all times, even when he isn't. He's been having a good night, truly, but it's hard to shake how much he misses Isabelle, especially during social events like this one.

But he's determined to make new friends, and talk to people, and not just become a recluse with a broken heart. So he holds a hand out and takes the coat, his eyes wide and amazed as he strokes the lapels of the coat. It's amazing quality. ]

Honestly? I don't know. I've never done a snow angel. Never saw snow before it started here, actually.

[ His words are soft, as he looks at the man in front of him. Some kind of wizard? He shouldn't be surprised anymore by what this town can bring him.

Eventually, he holds out a hand. ] I'm Baby, by the way.

[coyandcryptic]

Well, the technique is pretty straightforward once you've fallen onto your back.

[It certainly ought to be amazing quality, Magnus would never offer something sub-par. He watches Baby as he examines the coat, wondering if he'd been right that there's something on his mind, but he accepts the handshake with a smile.]

Magnus, Magnus Bane. I take it you're not from one of the colder climes?

[killertrack]

[ Baby lets out a chuckle, nodding, more to himself than to Magnus. If he's suspecting he has a lot on his mind, he would more than correct. Nothing he can do anything about, though. ]

No, Sir. Born and bred in Atlanta, Georgia. Yourself?

[ Finally, Baby shrugs on the coat, just because it feels so very nice, and is immediately enveloped in its warmth, hands keeping it closed. ]

So... you're a wizard?

[coyandcryptic]

Originally from Indonesia—well, that's what it is now—and currently from Brooklyn. I'm a warlock, but I do magic. It's a warlock thing.

[As if to punctuate it, he creates a tiny ball of blue light, golf-ball-sized, and rolls it around his fingers before tossing it into the air over the yard to give a little more light.]

Not many people besides warlocks can do magic where I'm from, although the Shadowhunters come close with their runes...but never mind, that's an entirely different story. What do you do when you're not debating coat-less snow angels?

[killertrack]

[ The word is like a slap to Baby's face. Shadowhunters. He comes from the same place that Clary and Alec come from. That Isabelle comes from. Baby inhales sharply, biting his lips hard for a second before letting out words, exploding out of him along wit his breath: ]

You know Isabelle? Isabelle Lightwood?

[ As soon as he's asked, he regrets it. He doesn't know why he's asked. What's the point.

Taking another deep breath, Baby looks down at his shoes for a second, then out at the glowing ball of light Magnus created. Magic - incredible. ]

Here, I work at B-Sides. And Mahogany. And The Deviant. Back home, I was a driver.

[ It's the simplest ways to explain it, even if it's far from saying everything. ]