Barbie Dream House [Needful Things]; Saturday Morning

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Barbie was having the best day ever because every day was the best day ever. At least when you were Barbie! Sure, maybe the surroundings of her house weren't looking quite like what she was used to, and she didn't remember having a dog before, but neither of those things were going to stop her from enjoying her usual routine!

A routine that was entirely visible from the street, since there were little in the way of walls on the street-facing side of the building. You know, how buildings usually worked!

So, Serendipity Place and Pie Lane, enjoy watching every girl's best friend do her makeup in front of a mirror with no actual mirror in it, and make breakfast that involves no actual liquid or anything genuinely edible.

Just don't be a creep about it!

(major sp warning in effect for today, but open! BARBIE!)

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"I found dog food in here!" Barbie told him helpfully, picking up the box in question to brandish it in the general direction of the street level, while Tanner came over to try and sniff at Marc. The box... did not look like there would be anything edible in it? Or possibly anything at all? "It's weird, I don't usually have a dog, that sort of feels like the job for some kind of... dog-haver Barbie? But it's helpful that there's food!"

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"Kay well there should be instructions on the box," Marc said. Not that he was trying to be a dick about it, she just didn't seem used to the whole dog thing. There was instructions on the cat's food, dogs had to be the same, right? "So feed him. Make sure he gets water. Take him for walks."

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"I know how dogs work!" Barbie objected, mildly offended.

Despite acting like she might not, so his whole deal was reasonable.

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"Cool," Marc said. "Have fun with that then."

It wasn't even Bruce so... it'd be fine, right? Whatever happened would be gone by Monday?

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Tanner the dog pooped what appeared to be big solid pellets of plastic onto the sidewalk.

Everything was going to be fine.

"Thanks, I will," Barbie replied, but with a tone like she wasn't sure she should take that at face value. "It's going to be the best day ever."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was just gonna take that in.

"If you see somebody who looks like me, ask for Steven," Marc told her.

He suspected the two of them would get along great.

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Most likely!

Barbie smiled at the suggestion - which then immediately faltered with just the slightest hint of confusion. "Not Ken?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Marc," he said, pointing at himself. "And the guy who looks like me is Steven. Don't think anybody around here is called Ken."

Though in fairness Marc's lack of social life did mean there could be a hundred different Kens on the island and he wouldn't know.

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"Huh," Barbie said, with a quizzical little head tilt that would not have been out of place on Harley, actually. "That's weird."

To put it lightly.

"But everyone else is still Barbies, right? Or Midges and Skippers, or...?"

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"Don't know anybody by any of those names," Marc said.

Then, since today was full of bullshit, he did add, "Maybe that's different now. I dunno."

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"Maybe it is!" Barbie decided, grabbing a hold of some optimism. "Because I should not be the only Barbie."

[hasaknightjob]

"Well... good luck finding your sorority sisters," Marc said.

To say that his memories of toys in general, let alone toys for girls, was nearly non-existent was a bit of an understatement.

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"... My what?"

Don't get her wrong, she liked the sound of that! She just also didn't know what it meant.

[hasaknightjob]

"The women you're looking for?" Marc said. "You seem the type."

Marc, that was not an explanation.

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Well, the Harley style confusion was back, just with a layer of Barbie niceness on top of it.

"The type of what?"

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"To be in a sorority," Marc said.

Marc should've probably let Steven handle all this but he had stuck around too long and now he had no one but himself to blame.

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"And what's that?" Barbie asked, because yes, he was still there, and that was just inviting more clarifying questions. "Like a sisterhood? Because I think all Barbies are part of one big sisterhood!"

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"Sure," Marc said. Because he sensed that if he attempted to give more details this would send him down a path of trying to explain college Greek life. To which, again, he had nobody to blame but himself. But he could at least try to bail out the metaphorical water in this leaking boat. "Sisterhood. Lotta cheerful and pink."

Marc had no idea. He was assuming on the pink. Maybe it was because all the pink currently on display was seared into his retinas.

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Barbie perked up.

"I love pink!"

No one was surprised, Barbie.

"It's such a good color, don't you think?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You can have all of it," Marc told her. He even made a shooing motion in her direction on the odd chance this was catching. "Go nuts."

Sadly this woman didn't seem like his kind of crazy. Maybe not normal but meh. Welcome to the island.

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"But things are best shared."

Probably not with this not-Ken, though. She was kind of getting that sort of feeling, weirdly enough.

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"I'm good," Marc told her. In fact he was just gonna take a step away from the pink while he was at it. "Have fun doing what you're doing."

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"Okay!"

But he was getting such a cheerful wave!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was just gonna head back home.

While muttering to himself that Steven could handle this next time.

Steven was quietly smug.