Upon searching for castmates for her games

[itwasrhetorical]

 It's just no good dearheart.

As I keep telling you, is Elphie doesn't want to be found then the won't be. Fiyero is...Fiyero and undoubtably off doing something he thinks best and well I don't think Ama Clutch would care to fight anyone or to be a potential bride. It would be thrillifying to see her once more I suppose.

Or any dear soul who could be kindsational enough to show up and remind me that Oz isn't gone after all.

I do miss it so.

Yours,
Glinda Arduenna Upland or the Upper Uplands
The Goodly Witch of the North.

P.S. I should like to acquire a staff once more, if that would be agreeaful.

Comments

[red_of_the_dead]

Oz? I know Oz! Great place. Totally weird. I mean comparatively speaking.

[itwasrhetorical]

You've been to Oz?

[She sounds rather excited.]

[red_of_the_dead]

Sure! My Granny took me there for visits when I was little. Back when she was trying to teach me magic. Turns out I'm lousy at it.

[Cheery laugh]

[itwasrhetorical]

Well, it is an art and a difficult one at that. Not everybody is adept at the gift.

[red_of_the_dead]

Yep, I turned out to be more adapt at Physical combat. Gunplay especially.

What about you? Some kind of a princess or something?

[itwasrhetorical]

I am a Witch.

I am in the running to be a princess however.

[red_of_the_dead]

Oooo~ A witch. Awesome!

How do you run to be a princess? I thought you had to be born into it.

[itwasrhetorical]

It would seem not.

Candidates were selected by a machine and we were brought to Prince Tristan's planet. We're waiting for him to make his decision still.

[red_of_the_dead]

Well...that's a little different but way to go! I'm sure you'll make a great princess.

[itwasrhetorical]

Oh, thank you so very much. I should like to think so too.

[needsaprince]

But would you really want them here?

I miss Tia something awful, but I wouldn't wish this place on my worst enemy.

[itwasrhetorical]

I think my Miss Elphie would manage herself just fine.

Better than me at any rate.

However, somehow I doubt she'd do so well being a potential bride to a prince.

[needsaprince]

Well, boy-o, I can take her place there!

[itwasrhetorical]

I think you would like it, Miss Lottie. Very much so our kind of place.

[needsaprince]

Too bad there's no princes to rescue us from the arena.

[itwasrhetorical]

I do not think Prince Tristan is the recuicationalling type, if I am to be perfectly honest, Miss Lottie.

[needsaprince]

Well, forget him, then.

[itwasrhetorical]

But he is so very handsome.

And nice.

And he said he wanted to see me again.

[needsaprince]

Ohhhhhhh!

Good luck, darling. I will be cheering you on!

[aelphaba]

[It's been...well, entirely too long since she's seen Glinda. Or anybody, for that matter. The life of a reclusive, moody, insomniac certainly wrecks havoc on one's social life. Elphaba's body goes rigid when she sees her old friend. (Her only friend, if she wants to be sufficiently melodramatic.)

Her body just about withdraws on itself, arms wrap around her chest. It's so unlike her, to be this nervous, to be this unsure.]

Hello, Glinda.

eeee, omg :D I didn't expect to net a wild Elphaba.

[itwasrhetorical]

[Oh Elphaba.

Glinda struggles with herself for a moment not to launch herself at her, mostly because the dual nature of her wanting to launch at her; to either slap her or hug her. To Glinda is has been but a few months since Elphaba ran off with Fiyero and while she's overwhelmed with relief that she's okay and well and well alive she could also happily throttle her for the humiliation and hurt she put her through.]

All this time and all you have to say is Hello, Glinda? [This is one seriously unhappy witch.]

glinda used bubblebeam! it's super effective!

[aelphaba]

[There's a few ways to respond to this sort of situation. Physical contact. A hug for her friend, or a smack for her enemy. Glinda's the type to slap--Elphaba has personal experience--and she, back in her days of childhood brawling, resulted to surprisingly strong punches. or biting. And then with the more...gentle means of showing affection, well. It's never been Elphaba's strong suit.

So instead, she resorts to sarcasm.]

Yes, well, I looked through the local library for So You're Returning After Faking Your Death: A Helpful Guide for the Most Wanted Terrorist in History, but wouldn't you know it? Fresh out of copies.

\o/

[itwasrhetorical]

[The blonde's eyes narrow in obvious irritation.

How dare she? How very dare she even think that's acceptable to come out with after all this time of Glinda thinking she was dead and gone forever and even crying over her..]

I wasn't aware the afterliving had a library. Though I shouldn't imagine it would. [She gives her a hard glare. Oh no. Slapping her would be too easy.]

[switchly]

Oz hasn't gone anywhere, Lady...Upland. [He stopped himself from saying Chauffrey. Let her enjoy the single life while she has it.]

[itwasrhetorical]

Well, I am gratefully gladdened to hear so.

And who are you, my dear?

[switchly]

I'm Liir. [A pause. Should he admit this to her? She'd had a strong reaction to it when he told her...or would tell her in the future. Time Dragon was asleep on the job if it kept letting this kindof thing happen.] Possibly Liir Thropp.

[itwasrhetorical]

[Glinda freezes.

And pales.

And stills.

And she looks as if he might well have slapped her.]

Which witch?

[switchly]

[Maybe this was a bad idea. Glinda is a gentle soul and this clearly pains her.

But then, he thinks most of his ideas are bad.]

West.

[itwasrhetorical]

That's--

[She wants to say impossible, but how's she to know what happened when Elphaba was on the run.]

I think I need to sit down.