The last few weeks had been beyond strangified. The New Year celebration had been wonderful. She'd danced with Fiyero, kissed Elphaba and they'd enjoyed themselves, all three. It was what came after that hadn't been so... So good ( Read more... )

After Glinda talks to Sacharissa about things, Glinda and Elphaba have a conversation. They both realise that maybe the past isn't as much the past as they'd thought.

Dated to the end of January

It was raining in the O.Z ( Read more... )

It was again that time of year where the island bestowed gifts upon it's residents. And Fiyero got exactly what he had gotten last year ( Read more... )

No. of magazines read: 75 (v.g.), No. lbs. lost in preparation for Big Day: -3 (v.b. Oof. Wonder if emergence of sudden holiday treats last month is to blame.), No. steps taken by Dixon: 1 (although, may not be worth counting, as fell immediately on bum. Suspect son is actually made of some sort of rubber composite ( Read more... )

Although Sacharissa had delighted in the novelty of the snow, it had come as a relief to her when the snow had disappeared, yielding once more to the tropical climes she'd grown used to. After a while on Tabula Rasa, it didn't seem like there was much left that could prove shocking anymore, but waking up to pine trees had done the trick ( Read more... )

After months already of immersion, I was beginning to befriend the notion that natural human behaviour patterns simply did not apply in this laughable knockoff of reality.

It was almost sickening, how devoid of any of the juiciest drama the populace seemed to be. Where were the cheating hubbies, the gaybashers, the paedos? In fact, the only ( Read more... )

Former vampire, on a beach, with a drunken horse.

The Island’s spin on something as seemingly ordinary as Clue never ceased to amaze him. Amaze, annoy, and horrify, really. All in relatively equal amounts, too. But this was just too fucking weird ( Read more... )

Ayla awoke to find the entire world changed. The snow and the cold that should have held on for several more moons had vanished. Not only that, but the plants she knew well were changed into thick ropes of vines and strange, tall trees with leaves that spread out like green, frayed hides. All the comfort she had found among the Others vanished, and ( Read more... )

River had just been looking for something to read. The bookshelf hadn't been mean to her in a long time, so she had figured they had reached some kind of unspoken truce. She didn't even think it was being mean just now, just presumptuous ( Read more... )