Possibly headed off to another game.

[itwasrhetorical]

[Glinda is packing and repacking a large chest of clothes. Shoes, jewelry and dresses hang in the air over her, suspended by magic while she fusses and flits about attempting to make everything. None of the dresses are going in a easily and she's clearly crumpling the fabrics as she attempts to stuff everything in.]

If you do intend to send me to another world the least you should offer is the change to bring one's own adornormettes! [She huffs as one of her hooped skirts hangs haphazrdly out of the chest.] Truly! Am I to be without any home comforts or privilages? The least I should be given is my own clothes. How should I know what to wear there? There may not be anything suitable.

[Glinda stops in horror.]

What if they only have trousers? Or worse; those odacious work clothes?

[She shudders.] 

Comments

[diana_abel]

Dude, I got this friend named Jack. He has the best taste in clothes!

I'm sure he can hook you up.

[itwasrhetorical]

[Glinda flushes.]

I am certain that I couldn't ask a gentleman to 'hook' myself up without knowing him a while at the very least?

[Surely she means hooking up a corset?]

It would be rather improper to ask also.

[diana_abel]

Well, you don't need to worry about that.

Jack is definitely not a "gentleman."

But, like, he's the best man I know. So there's that.

[itwasrhetorical]

Oh.

[Glinda is confused.]

That's peculiar. Is he a...[She just stops herself from saying gentleman.] Man who is aware of women's fashion?

[diana_abel]

Oh yeah. Totes. He bought me some boots. A few dresses.

We're going to a Halloween party in matching costumes.

[itwasrhetorical]

[Well, perhaps that's alright. Maybe he's the same manner of gentleman as Crope and Tibbet. Those odd boys Elphaba used to skulk about with that were so very effete.]

A party? [Glinda brightens at the prospect. She loves parties.] Is it to be a ball? Or a costumed gala?

[diana_abel]

Uh, no. Not exactly.

Halloween is a...well, it used to be a harvest festival. Now it's more of an excuse to drink and eat candy and dance. All while wearing a costume. Kind of a "come as you aren't" day.

[itwasrhetorical]

[Interesting. Glinda nods, listening closely. Certainly it sounds like a novel festivity. Halloween.]

I do so love a costume. It's been so long since I've had chance to make myself something exciteful.

I wonder what I could wear. If it is something you aren't that you must be then I wonder what I should be? [She puzzles to herself.] I think a Bad Witch?

[diana_abel]

I'm...sure I'm gonna regret asking this question but...

How do you tell a good witch from a bad one?

[itwasrhetorical]

Her loveliness!

[Glinda smiles. It's an old Ozian propeganda but one she's merrily continued through her reign as Ozma. It has suited her purposes well.]

A Good Witch is beautiful as her goodness shines from within and shows on her outer visagial. A Wicked Witch is an ugly crone; the misfortune of a life wasted on Wicked magic and selfish persuits.

[diana_abel]

Dude, you know what they say about judging a book by its cover, right?

[itwasrhetorical]

[Glinda thinks for a moment. She's certain Elphaba had once said something to that effect.]

That a first impression is normally correct!

[diana_abel]

Okay. So, like...what's your first impression of me?

[itwasrhetorical]

I should presume for what I can see and understand of your languiphile that you are a modern young woman. Possibly of Earth?

It would be my belief that you are helpful or at the very leasting willful of the opportunity to help.

[thegreatestproject]

It's... not exactly a vacation. But at least you won't be getting pulled in naked. You'll have what you've got when the time comes -- so there's one more reason to always dress appropriately.

[itwasrhetorical]

[Glinda's cheeks pinken. She's become a far more modern woman from being in Dagaz but even that's enough to leave her pink cheeked. She leaves her clothes floating for the time being.]

How worrisome. I don't mind making clothes of my own creatious but i had hoped there would at least be a good boutique or two for the more modest lady.

[thegreatestproject]

I'm sure there's something. No trousers for you if you don't want 'em.

[He reaches out to touch the fabric on one of the floating dresses, feeling it between thumb and forefinger.] This just isn't the kind of trip you can pack for.

[itwasrhetorical]

That is fortunate. [It does go some way to making her feel better that she won't have to expose her feet and ankles. That's simply rude]

[She grimaces. She has a feeling that it might be one of those trips.]

No. I thought as much. But at least if I had fifteen good outfits prepared I might feel a little more at home in an out of home place.

[thegreatestproject]

Why are you stuffing all of them in a trunk like that, though...? [He steps past her to the overflowing trunk. She's obviously versed in magic, so he doesn't shy away from bringing it up.] You'd have a chance of actually keeping them with you with a compression spell... May I?

[He's bending down to pluck one of the dresses from the pile.]

[itwasrhetorical]

[Glinda, despite being an accomplished politician, a relatively powerful Witch and all around outstanding gal has never lived in a sitation where she's had to fold her own clothes. That's for someone else to deal with.]

No, please do. [She gestures for him to go ahead, sitting by the side of the trunk and watching with interest.]

[thegreatestproject]

[He lays the dress on the floor and crouches next to it. He then completes a quick, but complex routine with both hands, after which he starts folding and rolling up the dress. It rolls so tightly, it defies physics. By the time Eliot's done, it's compressed down into a cylinder he can hold in his palm.]

Conservation of mass means it'll still weigh the same, but you could tote five or six of these in a durable bag. My friend Margo and I did this all the time for long trips.

[He stands, holding out the cylinder for her to take and see for herself.]

There's a simple incantation that'll get it to pop back into shape. I'll write it down for you.

[itwasrhetorical]

[Glinda 'ooohs' in appreciation giving a small polite clap. What an interesting form of magic. She takes the offered dress, admiring how tightly that it had folded itself.]

How interestingly you cast your craft. [She bobs her head towards him.] Are hand signals and sylphs common in your world?

[thegreatestproject]

Gestures are the way we channel and shape the stream of magic.

But I didn't introduce myself. [He offers her his hand, positioned so that she may take it in a more classically feminine fashion, if she wishes.] I'm Eliot.

[itwasrhetorical]

[Glinda will always opt for the most graceful way of doing things and lightly puts her hand in his, sweeping a brief curtsey.]

A pleasure. I am Lady Glinda Arduenna Upland. The Ga is silent.

[thegreatestproject]

[And taking her cue, he'll bow slightly.]

My Lady.

I take it this sort of magic isn't common, in your world? [He'll get to compressing up a few more dresses while they continue to talk.]