Loneliness Sets In

[got_his_towel]

Who: Ford and Elphie
Where: Ford's room, mostly.
When: An unclear number of days after Elphie disappeared.
What: Sleep is plagued by nightmares and waking is just WEIRD.

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[got_his_towel]

"If you're the ruler of that place, what's all this wizard business? I thought he was in charge?"

He wasn't really sure how it all worked. He only knew what he could piece together from what Elphie had told him.

[wicked_west]

She thought about the best way to explain it and turned to the desk for a piece of paper and a pen. "Oz is shaped like a diamond" she explained as she drew said shape on the paper. She then drew a cross through the diamond. "It's made up of four... countries we call them... Munchkinland to the East..." she indicated on the map with a large M. "Gillikan to the North, The Vinkus to the East, and the Quadling to the south."

She then drew a circle in the middle. "Then there's the Emerald City. It's the capital of the... group of countries. So each country has it's own ruler type person, and then they are supposed to answer to the ruler in Oz. For many years the rulers were of the Ozma line. But then the Wizard came."

[got_his_towel]

"Oh."

He looked at the drawing.

"So he got rid of all the rulers or just you?"

[wicked_west]

"My sister became the ruler of Munchkinland when I disappeared. I went underground in the Emerald City to disrupt the man. Then I ended up in the Vinkus... the Vinkus doesn't really have a ruler... they are all just tribesman. I was just the Wicked Witch at Kiamo Ko."

[got_his_towel]

"Oh. I thought you were the wicked witch of the west," he said. "Or is... Kamio some kind of Munchinese for 'west'?"

[wicked_west]

"Kiamo Ko is the name of the building I lived in. It was in the Vinkus... the West. My sister was the Eminent Thropp of Munchkinland, but people called her the Wicked Witch of the East, since Munchkinland was in the east."

She looked at him. "I'm not making much sense am I..."

[got_his_towel]

"No, it's fine," Ford said. "People called Zaphod the Worst Dressed Sentient Lifeform in the Universe, but I don't really think it's possible to check everybody. But people talk, don't they? Can't do much about what they call you."

[wicked_west]

"Worst dressed huh? I'd like to see him up against Madame Morrible... she looked like a carp in her clothes." She giggled at the thought.

[got_his_towel]

Ford went to his satchel, where it was slung over a chair, and fished out the Guide, pulling up the entry on Zaphod Beeblebrox and scrolling to an appropriate picture of the two-headed former galactic president in all his garrish glory.

"Here," he said, holding it out to her.

[wicked_west]

She took a look at the picture and audibly gasped. "He has two heads..." she stated obviously, not even looking at his clothes.

[got_his_towel]

"That doesn't count against him in the voting," Ford told her. "Unless you mean the hats, of course," he conceded, glancing at the outlandish accessories over her shoulder.

[wicked_west]

She remembered they were discussing something about clothing... Right worst dressed... she looked over his outfit. "Yes... he's much worse than Madame Morrible..." She blinked a few times and handed the thing back to Ford.

[got_his_towel]

"I wish you could have met him when he was here," Ford said, tucking the Guide back into his bag. "He's a lot of fun. Invented the PanGalactic Gargle Blaster."

[wicked_west]

"The drink humans can't handle?" she asked curiously.

[got_his_towel]

"Yes," Ford said. "Mostly. You did alright," he pointed out.

[wicked_west]

She furrowed her brow. "All I had was the one that burnt holes down your throat... the hypervodka thing... And I was drunk..."