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[galeforcehero]

[Tonight on the Plane, have a Dorothy. Only tonight, Dorothy comes to you in what's surely to be this Spring's hottest fashion trend, Looking Like You've Just Run Away From A 1930s Dinner Party With Royalty After The Venue Was Attacked By Political Dissidents. And "Run Away" here meaning literally-- her black silk dress is torn, with beads and

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[galeforcehero]

Somehow, I don't think that'll help. Besides, I got him pretty good the first time.

[Not that she's happy about that. Oh, heavens no.]

[galeforcehero]

If it helps clear things up, he hit me first.

[galeforcehero]

My right hook is flawless. I don't like violence, but I'm nobody's victim. He started it; I ended it.

'Course, now Ozma's gonna be mad at me for ruining her party, and I'm sorry I did, an' all, but... well, he started it.

[galeforcehero]

Well, I feel guilty that I ruined her party, but I'm not sorry I hit the guy back. I mean, I have a right to defend myself.

Doesn't make it a nice thing to do, though. And Ozma's still not happy, no matter how I feel.

[galeforcehero]

[She blinks, confused, then looks down at her dress and gives a little "oh" of comprehension]

I wasn't, I was in Oz. Fashion there hasn't changed much in the past few decades. [she shrugs-- a few more beads fall off her dress with the movement] A dress is a dress.

[galeforcehero]

Not much of a fan of roses. I always liked poppies better, myself.

[galeforcehero]

[INSERT EYEROLL: HERE]

Do I look like a junkie to you?

[galeforcehero]

There's a huge field of poppies surrounding the Emerald City. When I was little, the Wicked Witch of the West grew them there, poisoned them so that I'd fall asleep and never make it to the City. But Glinda made it snow, and it covered the flowers, and I woke up.

Maybe it's morbid, but I like them anyway now. The field's still there-- not poisoned anymore, though.