Spell 017 .: Elphaba :. Heedless of the gift it is to be them [Accidental video]
[Elphaba was slowly but surely going crazy. It was only the third day, but the persistant rain had meant she was stuck indoors, and cabin fever was taking it's toll. She'd had no books, no mental stimulation of any kind. Piccolo had stayed with her, although she felt bad for it - despite her insistence that he go out and do his own thing, he had been stubborn.
So far, the only thing she'd found to do was sleep. Or talk to her 'roommate'. Or sleep some more.
Needless to say, she wouldn't last long in jail.
Anyone watching the feed will see her pacing,before sitting down, and getting up again a minute later.]