the most swankified stupendiferous wedding planning slumber party ever!
Elphaba changed into her new pajamas and tied her hair back off her face then raced back to the rec room and claimed one of the couches in the name of wedding planning. On the table beside her was a huge stack of bridal magazines ready to be torn through for ideas to make the best wedding ever and she can't wait for all her friends to arrive and have a super-fun planning session slash slumber party with her.
When Morgan saw Elphie's new pajamas, of course she had to get her own. The box didn't like her very much, and it took a long long time, but Elphie helped. That was a good thing because Morgan knew (because of her boobs) that she was forgetting something (about the box, maybe) and it was very frustrating. Very. But her new pajamas were almost like Elphie's only light purple. And light purple was good because when she had a boyfriend he liked lavender. But her pajamas aren't the important thing. Elphie's wedding, that is, except she's not supposed to tell anyone about it. Plopping down on the couch next to Elphie, feet in the air, she makes her eyes big and her voice quiet. "Elphie?"
Elphaba turned from trying to decide between pink flowers or red flowers and looked at Morgan. "What, Maggie?" she asked, taking Morgan's voice and posture to mean that it must be something serious very indeed.
"If it's a secret that you're getting married, how can we have a party with lots of people to plan your wedding? That would mean it's not a secret anymore." She promised she wouldn't tell anyone and she didn't want to let Elphie down!
Elphaba laughed, "It's only secret from normal people, silly. You have to tell your girlfriends everything. How else do you think you get popular? You have to share secrets so that everyone knows they're special and they get to know things that other people don't!" Elphaba tossed her hair a couple of times. Tossing your hair was also very important for being popular.
"Oh, good." Morgan sighs and smiles happily. "I just didn't want to make you mad by telling anyone. Because you're my best friend." She tosses her hair back over her shoulder, trying to look like Elphie but she doesn't have green skin so she can't. Not really. But that's okay. "I have lots of friends. I think. They're mostly boys though. We can't tell boys about the wedding, right, because they might tell Fiyero?"
"Oh no! No boys. Boys don't understand weddings at all." Elphaba was most emphatic about that.
Something about that seems wrong to Morgan, but she can't think what. She smiles and shrugs, flipping her hair again. "I like boys. But not for telling stuff. Just for love and marriage and babies and happily ever afters."
Elphaba nodded. "Exactly!" She sighed happily. "I can't wait to have a baby. I want lots and lots and lots. I hope they look just like Fiyero."
"I hope they look just like you." Lots of pretty green-skinned little girls. "They'll be so pretty! Can I help take care of-- oh!" Her eyes go very wide and she nudges Elphie with her shoulder, then whispers, "Look, people! Do you think they came for the party?"
[Tag one or both, let us know in ooc. ST/LT = love. New tags through Monday. Boys are welcome; they just won't get to help with the wedding planning. :)]
When Morgan saw Elphie's new pajamas, of course she had to get her own. The box didn't like her very much, and it took a long long time, but Elphie helped. That was a good thing because Morgan knew (because of her boobs) that she was forgetting something (about the box, maybe) and it was very frustrating. Very. But her new pajamas were almost like Elphie's only light purple. And light purple was good because when she had a boyfriend he liked lavender. But her pajamas aren't the important thing. Elphie's wedding, that is, except she's not supposed to tell anyone about it. Plopping down on the couch next to Elphie, feet in the air, she makes her eyes big and her voice quiet. "Elphie?"
Elphaba turned from trying to decide between pink flowers or red flowers and looked at Morgan. "What, Maggie?" she asked, taking Morgan's voice and posture to mean that it must be something serious very indeed.
"If it's a secret that you're getting married, how can we have a party with lots of people to plan your wedding? That would mean it's not a secret anymore." She promised she wouldn't tell anyone and she didn't want to let Elphie down!
Elphaba laughed, "It's only secret from normal people, silly. You have to tell your girlfriends everything. How else do you think you get popular? You have to share secrets so that everyone knows they're special and they get to know things that other people don't!" Elphaba tossed her hair a couple of times. Tossing your hair was also very important for being popular.
"Oh, good." Morgan sighs and smiles happily. "I just didn't want to make you mad by telling anyone. Because you're my best friend." She tosses her hair back over her shoulder, trying to look like Elphie but she doesn't have green skin so she can't. Not really. But that's okay. "I have lots of friends. I think. They're mostly boys though. We can't tell boys about the wedding, right, because they might tell Fiyero?"
"Oh no! No boys. Boys don't understand weddings at all." Elphaba was most emphatic about that.
Something about that seems wrong to Morgan, but she can't think what. She smiles and shrugs, flipping her hair again. "I like boys. But not for telling stuff. Just for love and marriage and babies and happily ever afters."
Elphaba nodded. "Exactly!" She sighed happily. "I can't wait to have a baby. I want lots and lots and lots. I hope they look just like Fiyero."
"I hope they look just like you." Lots of pretty green-skinned little girls. "They'll be so pretty! Can I help take care of-- oh!" Her eyes go very wide and she nudges Elphie with her shoulder, then whispers, "Look, people! Do you think they came for the party?"
[Tag one or both, let us know in ooc. ST/LT = love. New tags through Monday. Boys are welcome; they just won't get to help with the wedding planning. :)]