Fiyero is sprawled out on a chair on the deck, looking entirely bored. If someone's passing by, he'll gladly pounce them and tug them into helping plan his party, because he's decided the ship needs one. "Say, do you know the most swankified place on this ship?" he inquires of anyone who happens to be passing.

Typist: So, yeah? That party we' ( Read more... )

"Eeeeeee!" a wide-eyed blonde squeals as she hurries across, quite unaware of her surroundings. She waves an envelope about, blonde hair flying behind her.

"I got i--- Where am I?"

Typist: Well, since I claimed her at 
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Freddie stumbled out of yet another bar, bottle still in hand. He'd been making the rounds after the championship was over, dropping his name at every cheap, skeezy bar he could find to try and get free drinks (it had actually worked at quite a few). Now he leaned heavily on the railing of the ship ( Read more... )

*Enter one handsome young man, dressed in the uniform of the Captain of the Guard of the Emerald City, looking around a bit confusedly*

...Um. Ga -- Glinda? What just happened?

Typist: Here, y'all, have one confuseified Fiyero. (From Wicked, obviously, because I promised Dani aaaages ago. <3)