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[thatrapscallion]

Who: Sam Williams (WIZARD OF OZ), Allison Walker (ALICE), CJ Emerson (DOROTHY GALE), Edwina Dickering (TORTOISE) and Murdock Varletti (ALADDIN)
What: Everyone assembles at the New Years Eve party of one of Sam's uncle's colleages
When: New Years Eve, sometime before midnight
Where: A posh penthouse in the Village
Rating: PG13 for... violence?

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[superiffic]

A prince. Edwina had known from birth that she was made, no, destined for nobility. After all, what was that but golden locks upon her head? What were those but shining, glistening, glimmering orbs of azure? And! When approached with her best ruby red lipstick, never once tested on animals but those already quite near death, what were those but lips of the reddest rose??

Yes. From hours of careful reasearch and mirror examinations at the age of seven, Edwina had simply always known she had been born to wear a crown.

Thus, it was hardly a difficult feat to hang onto every word coming from Murdock, interjecting with only a few questions (mostly involving the weight and polished nature of his crown) whilst she imagined herself as Edwina Edith Dickering-Varletti, Queen of Italy. And not minding any and all political incorrectness of that fantasy (and, needless to say, completely oblivious to such things), she waltzed in with the Prince of Italy at her side. "Well! My mother always says that Italians are the third greatest nation, right

[thatrapscallion]

Murdock was more than happy to answer any of Edwina's questions about royal fashion in elaborate detail, and even made several idle comments about how she must be of noble, or at least aristocratic, descent herself, given those statuesque cheekbones or that regal smile. Naturally he was drinking in the attention and throwing out all the necessary hooks to draw in more, though it isn't until Edwina's final query that Murdock remembers that he hadn't brough Edwina here to flirt with, but to use as a secret Sam-distracting weapon.

"Well, it has been suggested by my parents and certain members of the Court that I attach myself romantically to the Princess of Andorra, but between you and I she certainly doesn't seem my type. She is, after all, a brunette." He clears his throat and fixes his tie, giving the room a more overt scan. "Perhaps we should find Sam? It'd be awfully rude of us not to thank him for the invitation."

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[thatrapscallion]

The first familiar face Murdock spotted was Allison - and how could one not, in that dress? A pleased smile spread across Murdock's lips and he took a step towards the blonde starlet, only to have himself suddenly blocked by a rather severe looking Sam. Of course, Murdock didn't seem at all put off by the interruption - in fact, he met Sam with a bright, friendly smile, reaching out to grab one of the wizard's hands in his own and give it a rigorous shake, while simultaneously patting him on the shoulder. Maybe a little harder than is necessary.

"Samuel! How fantastic to see you! I wasn't sure if you were coming to this party, but this? This is a very pleasant surprise." He seemed to be outright ignoring Sam's objection, his tone rising to talk over any other follow-up comments that might be made. "I trust you know Edwina? I mean, how could you not - any eligible gentleman with half an ounce of sense in his head would surely have made her acquaintance." He skillfully slides Sam's captive hand into Edwina's for further salutations,

[superiffic]

"SAM!" Not exactly screeching, but not exactly keeping her voice down to its most lady-like tones, Murdock and his Italian stallions were quickly forgotten as she was pushed into her beloved's arms. Well, number two beloved, not counting the formidable Mr. Clooney.

"Oh, Sam! This is just super! I knew this would be worth glitter eyeshadow in golden hues!" A compliment that may have gone misunderstood if one wasn't aware that Edwina saved her rather scandalous (!!!) gold eyeshadow for only the most special of occasions. After all, her mother said that once she saw a street-lady in a very similar, if not as formidably expensive shade. "Would you like to dance? Or shall we get a drink? Only a real drink, not a you know what type drink? Do they have pink lemonade here??"