( Exposition! )

It was part of an odd ritual Elphaba had set for herself. When she had the time, she'd sit down, write up an e-mail to her friends back from her previous school, and she'd frown and curse at her little device when it reported that it couldn't send anything. She'd done it many times, more than once having to bodily push away her nosy, blonde, ( Read more... )

Elphaba Thropp was now a high school graduate. While the last events of the ceremony were... particular in the same way that many things that had happened to her over her time at Fandom High were particular, she wasn't going to let it dampen her spirits ( Read more... )

Elphaba had not experienced much of the last week. She'd instead spent the week as a verdigris vole, crawling about her room and wishing she had thumbs or a voicebox. She'd missed all her finals, the school board visit, everything ( Read more... )

Elphaba awoke to the sound of a phone vibrating. It was odd, because ever since Zack had taught her about phones, no one had really ever used it to get hold of her. To be awoken to it actually ringing was entirely new.

( Realizations abound. )

The week had not exactly been a good one for Elphaba. Not particularly bad, but with all the whatever in the air, her own lack of any romantic prospects, and the odd reminders that her time in Fandom was limited, she'd felt particularly... aloneIt didn't help that her room seemed so empty without Angelica about ( Read more... )

Elphaba Thropp had ironically not felt the urge to sing all day. While she certainly had plenty of repressed or restrained thoughts and feelings, she'd not had any bubble up and cause her to sing ( Read more... )

Elphaba was looking over her mostly-packed suitcase with a careful eye. She was pretty sure she had everything she needed, she'd even gotten some nice little gifts for her father and Nessa. It would be an interesting trip, to say the least. But good to see her family after they'd temporarily ceased to have ever existed ( Read more... )

Elphaba sat on the edge of her bed, looking at four words that meant far more things than four little words should ever mean ( Read more... )

"What? What?" Elphaba kept repeating, mostly to herself. She'd read and re-read the letter from her father several times now. She'd recently sent a missive asking for more information about her enrollment to Shiz once her studies at Fandom were over, to accompany her sister ( Read more... )