[near the hobo tents!]

[hopeforstirring]

[This morning, you may see:

One (1) unconscious druggie
One (1) green girl
One (1) sturdy stick

The green girl is holding the stick and poking the unconscious druggie.]

Get up, you fool.

Hnnnn? [rolls over] I had the strangest---

The strangest what? [keeps poking anyway]

Do I have breasts?

...

[Come bother them!]

((You will get Elphie

Comments

[twoblackswords]

Did she fall into a distillery?

[hopeforstirring]

He smells like it.

[twoblackswords]

He?

[hopeforstirring]

Usually.

[twoblackswords]

That explains the confusion.

[wait, this drunk smells familiar]

...oh, him.

[hopeforstirring]

I see you've met.

[twoblackswords]

He thought that not having a bed of his own was an excuse to use mine. Then he ran off with some woman.

[hopeforstirring]

Such a charmer. Would you like the stick?

[twoblackswords]

You seem to have it well in hand. If I really want to torment him, there are better ways.

[hopeforstirring]

Do tell.

[twoblackswords]

I'd just introduce him to Mikah. He's an expert at torment. All I'm good for is cutting people to small pieces. Not much call for that around here.

[hopeforstirring]

I don't know Mikah. In fact, I hardly know you.

[twoblackswords]

Oh. Should I reintroduce myself?

[actually looks a little unsure]

[hopeforstirring]

Hmm. We could meet properly; I was dodging water missiles last time.

[twoblackswords]

Not the best circumstances.

Kastor Auberlane. Usually something of a sword for hire, lately a riding instructor in a swamp.

[hopeforstirring]

Elphaba Thropp, nothing in particular. Are there even horses here?