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[nesthardingrose]

A young woman enters, looking around mildly curiously. She has one hand on her stomach and glances down at it, a bit perplexed, and then pauses. It's clear she has seen better days -- her clothing was once fashionable and fine, but now it's quite mended and a little dirty. She speaks, finally, looking confused

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[i_document_life]

Mark has Gracie with him today. She's a bright-eyed little girl, a bit over a year old. She's babbling softly to herself, playing with Mark's hair and glasses. Mark's laughing quietly at her, but he notices Melena come in and wanders over nearer to her.

"Hi, can I help you?"

[nesthardingrose]

She gives him a speculative look -- not precisely handsome, but cute enough to garner a rather flirtatious smile. "That all depends, I suppose. Where have I ended up?"

[i_document_life]

He shifts Gracie to his other hip and smiles back - he's generally oblivious to subtle flirtation. "This is the Mansion. Um... it's sort of a place people wander into from their worlds."

He pauses. "Wait, Quadling... are you from Oz?"

[nesthardingrose]

"I am." She gives a pout at that. "I used to live in Colwen Grounds, I expect you know it, but --" An even more pronounced, flirty pout. "I'm afraid I haven't been there in quite some time."

[i_document_life]

Mark shakes his head. "I'm afraid I don't know it. I'm living in the Vinkus, myself. I'm not from Oz originally, my wife is."

"Za!" Gracie bounces happily. "Ome!" She knows where she lives, you see. Mark laughs softly.

"Yes, honey, home."

[nesthardingrose]

Melena gives Gracie a passing glance -- she never was much good with children (ask Elphie), but manages a bit of a smile. "Well, it is the home of the Eminent Thropp, my grandfather held the position for quite some time."

[i_document_life]

Mark goes white. Really really white. "Y-you're a Thropp?"

Oh fuck.

Gracie looks confused.

[nesthardingrose]

That gets another pout, but only a mild one. "Why, yes! Is there something wrong with that?"

[i_document_life]

"I..." he swallows rather hard. "You wouldn't happen to be Melena Thropp... would you?"

He's really really hoping she says no.

[nesthardingrose]

Melena gives him a dazzling smile and a hairtoss. "I am! Why do you ask?"

[i_document_life]

Gracie almost gets dropped.

But only almost.

"Holy fu--" Mark thankfully cuts himself off before using Gracie's favorite curse word. "You're Elphie's mother."

He's in shock. Really. Somehow, he never expected to see Melena here.

[nesthardingrose]

Melena frowns a bit at that, but only just. "I am, yes. Nessarose, as well, and.." She presses her hand to her stomach again, frowning distractedly. "...And the other."

[i_document_life]

"Shell," Mark says, distractedly. He's just sort of gaping - normally he wouldn't say anything, but... well.

Gracie bounces at the mention of Elphie, and finally bursts out with an excited "Ba! Ba!"

Mark shakes his head and shushes her. "Mama's not here, princess. Shush, Daddy's talking." He puts a finger over his lips, and Gracie mimics the motion, giggling softly.

[nesthardingrose]

"Is that his name?" A rather wistful smile. "I expect Frex chose it." She glances at Gracie again, finally registering the last few sentences Mark spoke.

"....Are you married to Elphaba, or Nessarose?"

[i_document_life]

Blink. Blink.

"Ba!" Gracie says again, with a big smile.

"Ah, Elphaba," Mark says with a smile. He's very obviously in love. "Nessa stays with us sometimes, though."

[nesthardingrose]

"So they're both here, whereever here is." Melena can't help but make a face at that, she hates being confused. "But is Frex?"