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Barbie rolls away from Arthur Weasley and towards the bar with a grim smile across her face. After many horribley damaging bumps, she arrives at the foot of a stool and glares up at it. 'Bar, I want my body. Where is it?'

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[ooc: :wishes he was at the bar :}]

[Ooc: Mwah ha ha, such is the power of the doll.]

[ooc: betcha we'd get along! heh.]

[ooc: Oh god...Barbe and Todd...*hides*]

[ooc: :gryns eeeeeeevilly:]

[Ooc: *Is torn between hiding from the eeeeeeevil and joining in* Woe.]

[ooc: i'm like the only person in the bar who'd like barbie. :}

[ooc: Sario hasn't meet her yet. I'm going to keep it that way. Sario and...and...BARBIE meeting will just break my mind. In a BAD way]

[OOC: i just made the evil plunge myself. someday we will all have an evil supervillain league? :}

[Ooc: We should! With badges and colour-coordinated tights.}

[ooc: Oh, poor Sario...he thought he had left the tights behind him...]

[Ooc: YOu can never truly escape tights. They are like Riverdance, here forever no matter how frightening they may be.]

[OOC: -lol-!
i wanna dress like william katt as the greatest american hero.]

[Ooc: Oh, I can just see that. *cracks up* What would your supervillian name be? You know, to preserve your 'secret' identity.}

[ooc: i think it would have to be 'golden hammer' or something else suitably ridiculous. :} barbie could be the barbinator!]

[Ooc: I know, it's so sad. We should run off and be misunderstood, extremely evil people(-shaped things) together. And plot against the world. Plotting is a must, 'cause what's the point of being evil if you don't?]

[ooc: i wholeheartedly agree! yay!]

[Ooc: We could so rule the universe if we joined up.]

[Ooc: yeeees! yeeeees, we shoooooouuuuulllddd...]

[ooc: This. Scares me. Verily.]

[OOC: :bows: i do my part...]

[ooc: Arthur was already at the bar. :P]

[Ooc: Gah, damn! I mean... *hides her mistake* Farther down the bar. Yes, that's it.]

[OOC: Once more, with no spelling errors...]

Todd jogs up to the bar for orange juice, when he sees Barbie's head down there on the floor, all alone. "Gosh," he exclaims mildly, peering at her.

She stares up at him awkwardly. 'Hello. You have excellent hair. Is it natural? Do you know my body?'

Todd grins his broad grin, running a hand through his hair. "'Course it's natural, and I'd know you anywhere. You're Barbie!" He bends down and gingerly rolls her head into his hand (provided she doesn't bite him or something...heh). "What happened to you?"

'Yes! Finally, a fan!' Her face darkens, 'I'm not completely sure. There was a dress and a man, and then I woke up like this. I think it's magic.'

Todd scratches his chin. "That doesn't sound so great. Well, I can ask around for your body. Or if you want, I can try to get you a new one when I go back home. There's loads of you where I come from."

'Ah, I suppose I could use a new body. Not a Cindy one though, they can barely bend. I take it you come from the real world than. Good.'

Todd nods and grins. "Sure do. In the time I'm from, I could get you a nice tan one. One of those Malibu kinds. Those are cool. And the waists, like, swivel and stuff."

It no longer strikes him as surreal that he's talking to a Barbie doll head. Actually, it's kind of a nice change of pace.

'Swiveling? All right! My last body didn't even do that. I took it from an oldtimer, silly doll. Thought she was prettier than me,' She smiles guininely, pleased with this developement. 'So, where are you from? 1950? 1980? 2015?'

"1978," Todd grins. "They have these other Barbies too, 'superstars' I think they're called, and they come in pink packages. The little girls go crazy over 'em."

[OOC: Scary fact about Todd's player: she actually owns an enormous book about Barbie, and is scanning through it as we speak. :D

[OOC: still there? i have to go shortly]

[ooc: damnit, i gotta go. sorry. :/ message me on aim sometime, if you want to plot more evil? i'm kukoonebulopolis. :}

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