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.

[diana_abel]

That's all totes true. But...

[She lets her fangs out.]

There's also this.

[itwasrhetorical]

[GLINDA IS UTTERLY unfazed. She smiles blithely at Diana. Unfortunately you aren't her first Vampire or even third now.]

Ooooh. [She makes a suitably appreciative noise.]

What lovely straight teeth you have! Very fortunate.

[diana_abel]

[Okay. That's new. Diana blinks in surprise, her fangs vanishing with shock.]

Um...thanks.

[itwasrhetorical]

You must take good care of yourself.

[Glinda smiles.]

How remiss.

My name is Glinda. Glinda Arduenna Upland. What is your name, Young Miss Vampire?

[diana_abel]

Um...Diana? Diana Abel.

As in, "Caine and dot, dot, dot..."

[What are you, you strange lady?]

[itwasrhetorical]

Oh!

[Glinda remembers her. She'd been there during Miss Nott's little spell of wanting to rid herself of rage. That had been a stressful time.]

Miss Nott's sister, yes. I do remember now. I do apologise. I didn't recognise you at first!

[diana_abel]

Wait...what?

You know my sister?

[itwasrhetorical]

Yes.

Miss Nott and I are well acquainted. She's a charming lady. She has been a good friend to me during some difficult times and situations.

But, do you not remember? In Dagaz?

[diana_abel]

Dagaz?

Isn't that a...rune?

[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]

To the best of my understanding yes.

The Nysgods named all of their places after runes.