Elphaba blinks, opens her mouth, closes it. She swallows and tries again. “You came.”
Glinda’s dress is torn and dirty, her pretty blonde curls matter with sweat, but she doesn’t look tired or hesitant; she looks defiant, one fist clutched in the material of her skirt to lift it up off her filthy bare feet, the other tight and white-knuckled around her wand.
“You asked me to come,” she reminds Elphaba haughtily. “I’m only a teensy, weensy, tiny bit late. It was a long walk. Would you mind if I freshen up?”
“Yes, no, of course – come in.”
Glinda seems to be all in, every ounce of propriety cast to the wind; she sashays past Elphaba into the tower, calling casually over her shoulder, “Any chance you’d want to join me in the tub? Or do you still have that ‘allergy’?”
The derisive way she says allergy tells Elphaba everything she needs to know. “You knew that was a lie?”
“I went to school with you, Elphie. If you’d been skipping the showers for all those years, I’d’ve noticed.” Glinda spins dramatically to smirk at her. “And before you start saying ‘oh, Glinda, how could you send a harmless girl here to get captured when you knew she couldn’t defeat me’ – I’ve seen you with baby animals, Elphaba Thropp. I knew you’d set her free.”
Elphaba’s heart clenches, a fist in her chest. “But the shoes, Glinda. Nessa’s shoes!”
“Oh. Yes. Right.” The smile slides off Glinda’s face. She shifts her weight to one foot, then the other. She lifts her wand delicately with two fingers and a thumb, her eyes taking on a faraway look; her lips move silently for a few moments, and then she flicks her wrist, and the ruby slippers clack to the floor in front of her.
For the first time, Glinda looks hesitant, sheepish even.
“I’m so sorry about Nessarose, Elphie,” she says softly. “I didn’t have anything to do with her death, I swear. And Dorothy… it was an accident. She’s just a little girl.” She makes a guilty face at the shoes glinting innocently on the floor. “Little Dotty needed a way home, and I wanted to help her, and… well, we’ve all made bad choices. But I wouldn’t have given away Nessa’s shoes for good. I always planned to bring them back to you.”
New goddess idea: She’s an earth goddess of the new age who’s domain is spinning and weaving, but specifically spinning and weaving gigantic structural steel cables for construction and other industrial purposes. Her skin is steel grey and hard to the touch and her hair is like long dredlocks of woven steel. She laughs at shitty architecture deigns that will fall apart if actually built and protects well-made bridges and buildings she likes. She might warn you of unforseen danger if you always wear your proper PPE.
Okay now what do I name her
O’sha.
Obviously
THAT’S PERFECT
I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR QUALITY WORKPLACE SAFETY REGULATION PUNS
like why would you pull someones pants down in public or like put them in danger or humiliate them when you can just baffle them by leaving tiny plastic camels all over their house or taping bill cosby’s face over every single face in every picture in their house?
Last year the seniors had a mariachi band follow the principle for 3 hours
Confuse, don’t abuse 😉
MY NEW MOTTO
The best prank I ever pulled was to a college roommate. April 1st was approaching, and I told my roommate that I was going to prank him. He responded that he had classes that morning and afternoon and a gaming group that night and that we wouldn’t even see each other that day. I responded that his room wasn’t going anywhere. He said he would just lock his room and there was nothing I could do about it.
What he didn’t know is that I had a key to his room.
So, on the evening of April 1, I unlocked his door, left it barely ajar, and did absolutely nothing else.
When my roommate got back that night, I heard him go to his door, say “oh no” in a horrified way, and carefully enter his room.
He then spent a good hour searching his room (fruitlessly, obvs) for pranks.
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