Groovy Tunes, Friday
Elphaba was sitting behind the counter, grumpily flipping through a copy of a magazine she'd bought called 'The Quibbler'. Even the fanciful content of the publication wasn't putting a dent in her seemingly sour mood.
She'd lost several weeks of her life to having been transformed into a tiny little newt. Once her grumpiness over lost time wore off, though, she was bound to be more than a little happy to be back to normal. For now, she was being a sour puss, pointedly ignoring the message today's music in the store was trying to dictate to her.
[ooc: I live! Retroactive bs explanation for Elphaba's absence while my life exploded is, erm, retroactive. Open as always!]
She'd lost several weeks of her life to having been transformed into a tiny little newt. Once her grumpiness over lost time wore off, though, she was bound to be more than a little happy to be back to normal. For now, she was being a sour puss, pointedly ignoring the message today's music in the store was trying to dictate to her.
[ooc: I live! Retroactive bs explanation for Elphaba's absence while my life exploded is, erm, retroactive. Open as always!]