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

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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( Clary's Christmas sweater is a work of art and she'll not hear anyone saying otherwise. She's definitely in the spirit of it anyway, tacky festive jewellry on and a halo of tinsel on top of her head. Her good mood is obvious, even when she's pulling apologetic faces for those who've unwaringly tasted the alcoholic Gingerbread monstrosity. She tried, okay. And at least it'll warm people up.

She's also one of the first to pull her friends up to dance any time All I Want For Christmas comes on, obnoxiously miming the words to make people laugh. At some point she'll be found carrying Simba around and ambushing people under the mistletoe with him, demanding he gets his fair share of smooches. If she's without him, then it's cheek kisses all the way - no blood will be spilt tonight, Herondale.

Though if she finds Alec, she is 100% smacking her lips on his face, girl cooties, gross. )

( kimberly hart is all about that party bass. her sweater, for the record, is obviously a winner; the pinterest-worthy crown of greenery and bright red berries atop her head is the pink ranger's best nod to the color scheme of the season. as a matter of fact, there's no pink on her to be found at all — even her beloved barbie house is bedecked in reds and greens and whites in the spirit of the season.

she spends most of the evening, however, purposely not crossing paths with the giant ginger cat monstrosity she shares residence with. sorry, clary — no matter how much you insist, she will not be smooching a cat under the mistletoe. her boyfriend, though? or any number of friends who cross ways with her under the sprigs of green dotted just about everywhere in the barbie house? absolutely. be prepared for enthusiastic kissing, either on the cheek or the hand or maybe even a good old-fashioned mouth to mouth smooch if she's feeling particularly festive... good luck avoiding it if you're not.

if you'd like to dance, or maybe just want to flop onto a cozy couch inside or the hastily-arranged seating arrangement outdoors, kimberly's your girl. just please don't ask her to drink anything that smells like rubbing alcohol and allspice. go for the red punch, please. she'd prefer not to die tonight from gingerbread liqueur poisoning. )

[ robbie's sweater is hilarious if for no reason other than it implies something that's definitely not true. between days at the garage, working out at sucker punch, and a very active relationship, robbie doesn't actually have time for multiple ladies.

at least it's funny.

robbie's been tasked with decorating duties pre-party. you didn't think the tinsel and mistletoe hung itself did you? the joys of being a tall, so don't be surprised if he spends a good deal of time sitting on the couch nursing a hot toddy and ginger molasses cookies while he regains his energy. he may or may not be alone, as simba often curls up on the ever-present blanket on the couch.

he's not a fan of simba, so if you spot him shooing the ginger ball of fur away, please don't hesitate to rescue him. who knew big bad flaming skull dudes were such wusses? definitely not anyone who lives in casa de barbie.

later, he'll join in on impromptu games (think: 'never have i ever' and 'cards against humanity' type things). isn't this a fun way to get to know cadelle's resident motorcycle jacket wearing badass (don't listen to kim when she calls him a marshmallow btw. it's all lies.)

and if you happen to bump into him under the mistletoe... well... ]

Derek honestly cannot remember the last time he attended a holiday party. He was probably...fifteen years old. Maybe younger. The holidays haven't been his thing for a very long time, but he's trying to turn over a new leaf and enjoying — or at least trying to — the holiday this year is a part of that.

So, when he gets the invitation, it sits on his kitchen table for a couple of days, ignored, before he decides that he should read it again and probably actually consider going. He's finished his shopping, he's cut back on his hours at CriminALES — thanks to the ridiculous checks that he received to handle his more pressing expenses, however embarrassingly so — and he's been trying to find a good place to volunteer his time between Christmas shopping for the first time in a decade, but in the meantime, he's available. He might as well.

He can't help it, the first thing Derek notices when he walks in is the plethora of mistletoe, which immediately brings to mind his sister nearly dying of mistletoe poisoning which, consequently, led to his abandonment of the Alpha spark. It almost killed her, but only almost, and it changed his life for the better, in the end. He doesn't see mistletoe and think of kissing; he sees it and thinks of a turning point in his life. A good one, but still. It triggers a lot of unexpected feelings — he really should've seen that coming — but there's a lot going on that makes it easy to be distracted. He wonders if Natasha is here...and if she is, who she is. He's admittedly not very good at the OkCuddle app and hasn't reached out much, if at all, opting instead to respond to incoming messages and leave it at that. It hadn't occurred to him, that he ought to just look her up. Not that he's sure this gift of pleasure thing is the right thing, since he forewent the obvious sexual innuendo in favor of some bath salts and something the lady at the counter had called a bath bomb, which she assured Derek was a good thing in spite of the sound of it. That's supposed to relax someone, he gathers, so that's pleasurable, right?

He'll likely be found eating...and often. Sometimes, he'll go outside to peel off the damn sweater the invitation insisted was the only "rule" to showing up, because it's too hot to keep it on the whole night without letting his body breathe through the cotton t-shirt he's wearing under it.

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Edited 2017-12-21 18:25 (UTC)

The idea of a Christmas party where one has to wear a Christmas sweater is, let's be honest, amazing. Jo hasn't ever been to a holiday party where that was a rule, but she digs the concept and makes a mental note to consider making wardrobe requirements a thing for any parties she might organize in the future. Usually, she doesn't bother doing that unless there's a reason to, but hey. She might just for fun in a place like this.

She comes laden with gifts of her favorite wine for the hostesses and proudly wearing her sweater, a bright smile on her face a healthy Christmas spirit in place. This is the best holiday of the year, in her opinion, and she does not intend to enjoy it any less just because she's away from home.

Parties are where Jo feels completely comfortable because she's so often Dave's handler for them that they're practically a second job back home. For that reason, she is able to put herself in work-mode, in a way, and it's so much more comfortable for her to approach people. She's likely to strike up conversation if you happen to be standing close enough to her for long enough, and she'll probably be drinking, so there's always the fact that a little liquid courage certainly helps with starting conversations.

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[ tomas looks 300% out of place, he's clean shaven but he's older than most of the crowd by at least ten years, and if that weren't enough he's also in his traditional black shirt and collar.

now, on the one hand, he could be a stripper. he definitely has the built for it, strong arms, wide shoulders, he probably has abs under the shirt. on the other hand, there's a chance he's actually a priest and does anyone actually want to try to guess and get it wrong?

he mostly wallflower, which isn't very different from what he was like when he actually had the age to attend these things. he drinks some eggnog and stays as far away from the mistletoe as he can. he becomes more active, as the party goes on, mostly in making sure the kids don't fall on their faces and make it to the bathroom if they need to puke. he is also an open ear to any drunken feelings anyone might be willing to share, he's a good, responsible adult who totally knows how to relate with The Youth. ]

( she might be the hostess with the mostest when it comes to super cute sweaters and festive accessories, but she hadn't planned the entire thing, so kimberly's more than willing to assume that a friend hired a man with some dance moves to liven up the party. it wouldn't be the weirdest thing she'd experienced thus far in this city, nor completely out of the question. maybe it was alec's idea of a joke.

no, that's unlikely. alec can't tell a joke to save his life.

in any case... tomas, have a friendly, slightly punch-drunk — okay, maybe punch-tipsy is a better term — teenager, bouncing up with all the cheer the season calls for. )

So, Magic Mike... what's your track? R Kelly? Ludacris? Maybe a little reggaeton?

( no, kimberly hart does not come from a long line of spanish-influenced musical listeners, but she does have other influences. sometimes. when she's listening. )

[ Once upon a time Buffy had been cool. She had been stylish. She had been in the know. A couple months after meeting Kimberly Hart and stepping foot in the Barbie House, she was feeling out of date and every year of the time gap despite there only being physically two years between the girls.

Buffy felt like Nana Summers, so it was only appropriate that the dress code was an ugly sweater. Something that hadn't been hip in her day. Just a genuine wardrobe faux pas or the result of overenthusastic and crafty parents or grandparents.

Still, Buffy loved Christmas. Buffy loved parties. And Buffy was just going to try and make her peace with the pink house now that there were no ghosts inside it. At least Robbie didn't make her feel old.

She might have been tempting Simba with the tinsel on her sweater, but while the cat wasn't noticing her she headed for the punch and definitely avoided the one smelling like gingerbread.

She was also already cataloguing each and every sprig of mistletoe to see just how flexible and just how much interpretive dance and gymnastic moves would be needed to avoid them all. ]

( luckily for buffy, there's little that will get in the way of enjoying a christmas house party. it's music and booze and food, and there are plenty of people to meet and mingle with while on the scene. she should enjoy herself. that's the goal of throwing a party at this time of year, anyway.

by the time kimberly finds the blonde, she's had a cup or two of thankfully non-gingerbreaded punch, and her cheeks are flushed to match the red of her own sweater. buffy's, though... she can't help but flash an approving grin as she gets a better look. )

Damn, ghostbuster, nice threads.

Thanks, Skipper.

[ Was Skipper even known to kids these days? Who knew, but she was still Buffy's little sister in her mind. And yes, parties she could definitely do. Drinking she could kind of do. Staying away from beer was always the key.

She grinned a little as she did a curtsy for her sweater effort before jutting out her chin towards Kimberly's. ] Yours is pretty good too, though I'm pretty sure you will never have a Santa body.

[ HE UNDERSTANDS THAT REFERENCE. his sister, olivia had sat him down to watch that movie, claiming it had a worthy message about growing up and following your dreams (she'd mostly laughed at him throughout.)

he'd be more offended if this were the first time he gets confused for a stripper. he keeps it quiet, the teasing is too much. ]

Adestes Fideles? [ he gives kimberly a small, embarrassed smile. h o n e s t l y ] Father Tomas Ortega, nice to meet you.

[ his accent is markedly mexican. ]

( much to roberto's chagrin, there is no beer at this particular shindig. just boozy punch and the occasional cans of soda pop for those that might be abstaining — who, exactly, she doesn't know, but it had seemed smart to have something for those pretend people just in case they happened to show themselves tonight. )

I mean, if I do, I'm obviously in the wrong job. ( the mental image of santa claus with his big belly teaching zumba earns a laugh that she doesn't even try to hide. ) But I'm pretty sure calories don't count when you're wearing a Christmas sweater...

( which might explain why she's so merrily biting away at a stick of peppermint candy cane, or why she's had so many already tonight. mm, sugar and flavoring. what a good combo. )

( yeah, no. sorry, father — god help her, she's trying not to make a daddy joke here — she doesn't get your spanish greeting. but it sounds nice rather than a douchey pick-up-line, so her reply is a bit more easy-going than it might have been from a younger, more rico suave kind of guy. )

Sorry, father, no nintendo. ( kimberly, you're a mess. ) So... you're not a stripper?

( a quick glance up and down might betray how she's slightly (only slightly) disappointed in the mix-up. he would make a good one, at least. )

[ just for the record — alec got the memo. he chose not to follow said memo. ]

[ minus the christmas sweater, alec's dressed casually, with reindeer antlers on his head. someone needs to be the grinch who stole christmas, right? well, he's arrived. not too long after he sweeps into the pink little house does he find simba. ]

[ looking down at his only friend, he shakes his head. ] What has she done to you?

[ with his friend in his arms, alec searches for clary. it's not hard to find her, with that flame of hair and the ridiculous christmas sweater. approaching her, he shakes his head disapprovingly. ] You could get arrested for this.

[ "this" being simba's get-up. ]

Actual ordained priest.

[ he's smiling but he's 1. embarrassed and 2. judging you. ]

And that wasn't Spanish. I thought most people knew the song?

[ and he takes out his phone to play this because anything is better than continuing with the stripper conversation. ]

[ the only christmas cheer on alec is the reindeer antlers on his head. otherwise, he's dressed casually in comfortable slacks and a red shirt. this is the most he'll be doing for the party. he's here for clary (and to steal simba), and when clary doesn't have his best friend in her hands, he's looking for the only one who understands him. ]

[ he looks now, behind furniture and doors. he's close to meowing to let simba know it's okay, he won't make him do anything he doesn't want to do. right now, he'll keep searching, and wishing he had a rune to track down cats. ]

[ spotting kimberly, he beelines over to her, but not without looking here and there for simba. ] Have you seen Clary's cat?

( honestly, she's making a face at the music choice. suffice it to say: no, she doesn't recognize it. it sounds like the type of overly preachy garbage she'd hear whenever her grandparents tried to drag them to mass — which, now that kimberly thinks about it, kind of makes sense. you know, with an actual priest and all. )

Sorry, I guess I'm more top 40 than prayer hands. ( though, since it's kinda relevant... ) I am pretty fond of the emoji, though.

( what???? )

Uh. ( she has, in fact, but she's been doing her best to avoid simba. she's not really into the whole kissing cats thing, no matter how much clary begs, so it's better to just ignore the entire idea. ) I really don't want to kiss him.

( which she knows sounds weird, but it's the truth. though... alec doesn't seem the type to ask her to do it. maybe that's not his goal here. )

Why do you want Simba? Because I should warn you, he's kind of a creep.

[ tomas has to laugh at that. is that how kids try to relate to adults now? by being fond of the emojis? ]

I don't know if you're trying to find common ground or if you're making fun of me.

( 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.

[ 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.

[ alec makes a face. mundanes and their eccentricities ... clary fray is starting to make a whole lot of sense now. ]

[ that should be all on the matter. what he should do next is tell kimberly why he wants simba — to spend time with him, as the only individual in the house that he likes. instead, he's going to indulge himself. as soon as he decides to do so, he knows he's going to regret it. ]

[ arching his brow, it's evident alec thinks she's nuts. too much punch? too much pink? ] You think a cat's a creep?

He likes to watch. ( she doesn't elaborate. at least, not immediately. give her a minute to decide whether or not she wants to spill this secret. ) I can't tell you how many times I've looked up to find him on the corner of the bed staring at me.

( cats are garbage. she's 100% a dog person. at least dogs have the courtesy to go lay down on the couch when she wants to get laid. )

Also, Clary's kind of a creep for trying to get me to make out with her cat under the mistletoe, so if you wanna hide him from her for a while, I won't complain.

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. )

[ 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?

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