Journal of Miss Elphaba Thropp

Journal Entry 14

2007-03-14T22:13:53Z

Dear Journal,
PLEASE somebody give me some kind of sign or hint on how to remove the collar and avoid punishment!!! I'd wear anything else; iron, flaming wood, lingere, but not LEATHER!!!
Make it go away...

{Uh oh, she cracked...}

Journal Entry...um...about slaves...

2007-03-11T17:18:33Z

Dear Journal,
Oh, sweet Oz...Enslavement. Who is this Louis de Pointe du Lac? I can barely pronounce his name. Probably a good thing that I have to call him Master. Wait, what's this collar made of?
Leather.
Oh, please let this...curse...end soon. I hate wearing this thing. Do you still get punished if your master orders you to remove your collar? Best appeal to this new master.
Where are you?

elphiegurl @ 2007-03-06T20:15:00

2007-03-07T01:22:35Z

OH SWEET OZ SWEET OZ SWEET OZ-!!!

-Literally faints-

{Elphaba felt low on self-esteem, despite your well-founded efforts, went shopping, and came out wearing the dress from the following link. She just saw herself in the mirror. :)
http://cgi.ebay.com/New-gorgeous-Electric-Green-Cocktail-Dress-size-10_W0QQitemZ160092726955QQihZ006QQcategoryZ55578QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem}

Journal Entry 12

2007-03-03T15:06:44Z

Dear Journal,
I've been sitting in my room, doing noting (It's starting to become a past time), and thinking about old conversations with people. People here are so different from Oz! Apart from no Animals, which I'm still getting over, people have called me...pretty. Vash did it first, then Balthier a day or so ago. Most people run away from me because they think I'm hideous. Why would so many people lie like this?
Or are they not lying?

Journal Entry 11

2007-02-25T16:11:00Z

Dear Journal,
There goes Amestris. Didn't actually see it. Ed was happy, but I think he was one of few. Seeing one person get to go home for a little while made all the rest of us more homesick.
At least I am.

Journal Entry 10

2007-02-18T19:03:08Z

Dear Journal,
It's absurd. The ship makes a stop somewhere and everybody leaps for joy like all of their wildest dreams have come true. It's not like we can truly leave. I can see why Ed thinks it's so great; It's his home, and there's no place like home, but I honestly can't think of living anywhere but Oz.

Journal Entry 9

2007-02-17T03:37:59Z

Dear Journal,
I had to eat. I couldn't stay in my room forever. Curse human limitations...
Still insanely depressed. I want to go home...

Journal Entry 8

2007-01-26T00:57:05Z

Dear Journal,
My head hurts. And I feel like I’ve been screaming nonstop. What’s going on?
Mayura isn’t in the other bed. Most of her stuff is there, though. I see a baseball with fake eyelashes and a pink wig displayed ceremoniously on her pillow.
Has something happened to her? Is the Ship cursed again, causing people to go missing? I grab the head and run to the only other person who usually notices what I say two doors down.
“AKAKO!” I try to shout, my voice hoarse. “Something’s happened to Mayura!”
She turns to look at me slowly. “What did you call me?” she says menacingly.
“Akako…” I repeat. “Mayura’s in trouble…”
“Well, I’m glad that whole ‘Glinda’ mess is over,” she shrugged indifferently. She stands up on her bed and begins to rip strips of sticky tape off of the ceiling.
“Sweet Oz…” I breathed. Mayura, bound and gagged, waved slightly from the ceiling, her eyes shining excitedly with the experience of being hog tied.
“Akako, what was Mayura doing tied to the ceiling?!” I try to exclaim again, pained by my inexplicably sore throat.
“It was for her own good, believe me.” Akako said as she pulled more tape off and Mayura’s legs were freed.
“Her own good? What?” This was so confusing. Akako probably did this because Mayura was getting on her nerves, and she would attack her if she continued. But then why was Mayura being let down now, with me here?
Akako stopped, leaving Mayura half freed. “So you don’t remember anything from the past two days?” I stopped. Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember what happened.
“Today’s Monday, isn’t it?” I asked hopefully.
“Thursday,” Akako continues to peel tape off of Mayura, tactfully freeing her neck and pulling out the gag before the final strip across her stomach.
“Alphabetabaga, are you better now?” she asks. “It was so cool! Like one fushigi mystery after another! A fushigi marathon!”
“Better?” I turned to Akako. “Was I sick?”
“That’s one adjective that could be used to describe your sorry mortal state. I think insane is more like it.” She pulled the last strip of tape, and Mayura fell to the floor rather roughly.
“You called me Dorothy and Akako was Glinda, and you were pulling on my feet and Akako hit you with a broom, and I broke a hole in the floor!” Mayura rattled off proudly.
“The Wicked Witch of the West was on board.” Akako said. “and Elphaba was nowhere to be found.”
I gaped at them. Mayura smiled and nodded her head furiously. Akako stared at me coldly.
“How many did I hurt?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“Technically, only Pinky suffered physical pain. You threatened me a lot, and I was forced to make sure you didn’t kill anybody, plus Mello and Light are probably pretty ticked.”
Luriane help me. This is the last time I break the rules.

elphiegurl @ 2007-01-23T14:46:00

2007-01-23T22:47:26Z

Dear Journal,
Glinda thinks that she can protect Dorothy by keeping her in a room forever, but I’ll find some way in.
They can’t hide from me, the Wicked Witch of the West, forever.

elphiegurl @ 2007-01-23T04:03:00

2007-01-23T12:04:07Z

Dear Journal,
I almost had them, I was so close!
I found that wretched girl on this pirate ship. She was just lying on a bed in her cabin, reading some idiotic magazine, kicking her feet in the air with Nessa’s shoes on them, glittering red in the low light.
“YOU!” I shouted at her. She looked up, surprised and scared. “GIVE ME THOSE SHOES!”
“Alphabetagae, what’s wrong? Why do you want my shoes!” She tried to lie to me, but I saw through it. I ran at her, desperate to pry those shoes off of her undeserving feet.
“Ow! Ow! Alpbabetaba, what are you doing to my feet!” the girl cried out, but I kept pulling. Suddenly, someone hit me on the head with my broomstick. Hard.
“Elphaba, I know you hate Pinky as much as I do, but is this really necessary?” Glinda said, ridiculously twirling my broomstick like a baton.
“Glinda! Give me my broomstick back!” I tried to snatch it from her delicate hands, but she pulled it out of reach.
“Glinda? Like in the idiotic mortal movie? Ho ho ho, there is nothing good about me.”
“Glinda, give it back or I kill the girl!” I grabbed the miserable girl and pulled her to her feet beside be.
“You’re asking for it,” Glinda shrugged. “Pinky, duck.”
Glinda hit me again (I’ll get her for that!) and the world went black.

Journal Entry 6

2007-01-22T11:42:49Z

Dear Journal,
If I thought everything about this world is bad, today verified it.
I was reading, and Mayura was reading one of her magazines about Olions or whatever she’s always talking about. Then someone knocks on the door. Mayura jumps up to get it, and takes a little box with buttons on it and a different box with four people on it. The title clearly says ‘The Wizard of Oz’ from one of the faceless beings.
“What’s that?” I had asked her.
“It’s the Wizard of Oz! That American movie with the flying monkeys and Wizard and evil, Wicked Witch of the West!” She takes a shiny flat circle out of the box and puts it in a slot on the side of the buttoned-box. One side of the box starts to show colors. Mayura clicks a few buttons, and the picture is divided into four smaller boxes with pictures in them and a caption. She selects one that says ‘The Melting’.
“C’mon, Alphabegtaga! This is my favorite scene!” I join her on her bed.
The box shows a dark castle. People in very Ozian suits, Winkies, are surrounding a woman clad in black holding a broomstick, with various winged monkeys hopping around. My heart freezes. The woman’s skin is green.
“Well… ring around the rosy, a pocket full of spears! Thought you'd be pretty foxy, didn't you? Well, I'm going to start in on you right here - one after the other!”
I felt my breath quicken. The box showed all of the people from my dreams in turn. The girl with the shoes, the man of tin, the Lion, and the Scarecrow. The woman rants a little bit about killing them all, then catches the tail of her broom on fire on a wall torch and holds it out to the Scarecrow. No, I think desperately. Don’t hurt him!
“How about a little fire, scarecrow?” She taunts, voice dripping with evil. The woman catches the scarecrow on fire, and he begins to burn. The girl threw a bucket of water to put out the fire, but a little bit splashed on the woman. She let out an awful shriek, and began to melt. She wailed about how she was being melted for a while, until she finally died.
“She’s…She’s dead! You’ve killed her!” A Winkie captain says.
“I…I didn’t mean to kill her! I really didn’t! It’s…It’s just that he was on fire!” The girl stammered. The leader bowed down to the girl. “Hail to Dorothy, the Wicked Witch is dead!” The other Winkies follow suit, hailing the girl that killed my picture-counterpart. Finally, the girl asks for the dead witch’s broomstick. The Winkies agree to let her have it.
“Oh, thank you so much! Now we can go back to the Wizard and tell him the Wicked Witch is dead!”
A kind of electricity built up in my body. The picture on the box began to fizzle, strands of Mayura’s hair rose out of place with static. Suddenly, with a boom, the box broke and began to spark. Mayura jumped.
I was crying. All that happened couldn’t have been true. I muttered something about sorry, then crawled off to my corner of the room where I’m writing now. This fictional ‘movie’ was visions of my future. I was hated throughout Oz, and the Wizard sent a little girl and her friends to get rid of me instead of going himself. This page is dotted with my tears, and Mayura wisely leaves me alone for a moment.
If I thought my life was terrible before this, then I was wrong.

Journal Entry 5

2007-01-21T17:49:30Z

Dear Journal,
   Life just keeps getting worse and worse on this ship. Mayura keeps talking about a movie called The Wizard of Oz.
    I am an Ozian. We have a Wizard.
    Does that mean that Oz is fictional in this severely messed-up society?
    Please, Mayura, if you read this, don't tell me....

Journal Entry 4

2007-01-21T14:58:39Z

Dear Journal,
Today was exactly like yesterday. The ship is finished cursing everybody, Mayura is off investigating some un-mysterious mystery, Akako is taking ANOTHER bath, and I have finished the most interesting of my books. I see many books in the shopping hold that are about ‘Japan’, which Akako talks of fondly. Well, as fondly as she gets. She doesn’t show a very broad range of emotion (usually distain), but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel. With all the bathing she does, I probably will have to read about her precious Japan on my own. I’m actually used to things that way, on my own.
If only Mayura would shut up once in a while. I don’t think I could possibly get a worse roommate than this idiotic, mystery-glory obsessed teenager.

Journal Entry 3

2007-01-20T23:12:38Z

Dear Journal,
As glad as I am I’m not dead, or worse, with Father, I am very and completely bored. The food is very good, but I shouldn’t eat all day. The stores have everything I could ever want or need, but I don’t like shopping that much and if I bought whatever I wanted my room would fill up (maybe I’d lose Mayura in the mess…there’s a thought.) They have some interesting books, but my eyes begin to hurt if I read too much.
At least Akako is easy to talk to by matter of intelligence, but I still don’t understand a lot about her. She talks about ‘Japan’ and ‘Lucifer’, and speaks of mortal people as if she wasn’t one. I’m going to need to get in her good favor and ask her about them.
I wonder if she would have the same questions about Oz…

elphiegurl @ 2007-01-20T06:54:00

2007-01-20T14:56:15Z

Dear Journal,
My first night on the ship was not unpleasant, but it wasn’t particularly enjoyable. I’m very thankful Mayura doesn’t snore, or if she does, she doesn’t very loudly.
I was woken up early the next morning by joyous shouts from outside in the corridor. Blearily I popped my head out, and saw a bunch of guys running around in nightgowns and girls in men’s pajamas. Everybody looked amazingly familiar, but so incredibly different.
“What’s going on?” I asked a passing girl in an oversized shirt and flannel drawstring pants.
“I’m a girl again! It’s amazing!” She shouted. I stepped fully out into the corridor and grabbed the flowery sleeve of a guy.
“Why is everybody celebrating?”
“We were cursed to switch genders, but now we’re back to normal!” He said, then spiraled off down the hallway cheerfully.
Oh, I thought. I went back to the room and climbed back in bed for a few more minutes of sleep.
The ship is actually quite fascinating. There’s the upper decks, three levels of cabins, and a few levels of shops where you can get whatever you want without needing to pay for it. It could be considered a kind of floating paradise, if it weren’t for the impression that the passengers gain random curses that last for weeks. I met a woman with long red hair names Akako (why is it that everybody has strange names?) who seems to be one of the more intelligent people on this ship. Though still, I’m constantly haunted by dreams and daytime visions of the lion, tin figure, talking scarecrow, and recently a girl in a blue checkered dress and blood red, glittering shoes. It doesn’t make any sense, and they reoccur often enough they aren’t coincidence. Is this strange ship a part of it, or am I just crazy?
I better not let Mayura find out. She’ll try to investigate this ‘new strange mystery’

elphiegurl @ 2007-01-19T14:24:00

2007-01-19T22:27:32Z

Dear Journal,
The only thing I can compare it to is a dream.
I was running through a tunnel, unpredictably placed torches held by snarling faces jumped off of the black walls. In one flash of light, I saw a roaring Lion, raising its paw to strike at me. The light ended and I was running in darkness again. A second flash. A man made entirely of shining tin held his axe, preparing to hack at me. Pure rage and anger flowed through his metallic gray eyes. The flash ended. I kept running. A third flash. A scarecrow dressed in a tattered Ozian offical’s uniform beckoned at me from the top of a short flight of stairs. My heart leapt at the sight of him. He could make things all better. He stood in front of a door, trying to make me hurry.
“Fae!” He shouted. I had no idea who he was talking about, but I knew he meant me. “Run, Fae! You can make it!”
When I was within ten feet, he stepped aside from the door and opened it for me. A bright light shone through it, the comforting light of safety.
“Go! I’ll find you!” He said. I jumped the steps three at a time, and-
I was on the deck of a ship. People swarmed around me, each person followed by two or three pure white beings without faces, or for that matter clothing. It didn’t seem to be that important, as they were all identical. The faceless ones were following some of the strangest people I had ever seen. They had all manner of hair color, from normal blonds, reds, and browns to vivid purples, blues, and pinks. Several were armed, but seemed to ignore the array of weaponry fellow passengers were carrying.
One faceless one approached me. It bowed slightly, then stood very still, waiting for me to say something.
“Hello,” I said. I felt awkward, more so than I usually do with other people. “Where am I?” The dream-like memory still haunted me, trying to tell me something. The scarecrow led me here, and even though I didn’t know who he was I trusted in him absolutely. The faceless being was motionless.
“What am I doing here? Who are these people?” I gestured at all of the people with one arm. The faceless being said nothing. I learned then and there it’s hard to read the expressions of beings without faces. Finally, it moved. One long, white finger pointed at something in my left hand.
My Shiz suitcase. SU was clearly stamped on the side, yet I hadn’t remembered picking it up. The being held out its arms. It wanted to carry my suitcase. I handed the case to it, wondering how in Oz I ended up with my suitcase when all I was doing moments before was running. It took the suitcase in one hand and beckoned me to follow it to the other end of the deck. I turned to the door I had come out of and pulled on the handles experimentally. The door was locked shut.
The being led me to a level full of cabins. There were a lot of strange people here, too. The being allowed me to lead the way now. I looked down the rows of doors and was immediately reminded of the dorm at Shiz. I strolled through the hold, trying to find a room with one- or preferably no-occupant. I searched what seemed like forever, the faceless one my shadow, until I finally found one that had only one occupied bed. Another bed and a small dresser mirrored the clearly lived in half of the room.
“Here will do nicely, thank you.” I said politely to the faceless being. It handed me my suitcase, bowed slightly again, and left me alone in a strange room with a room mate I had never met before and was not looking forward to meeting.
I opened my small suitcase and started organizing things in the small dresser. It wasn’t very much- my dark colored skirts, a few long-sleeved shirts, two pullover sweaters, one dark green and the other smoky gray. I fingered my long black braid anxiously. All of my things were packed the way I do, my comb and mother’s bottle were even inside my spare pair of boots the way I pack them to save space. I didn’t recall having packed my suitcase, and I had never seen.
I heard something thud behind me. I turned to look. A girl, sixteen or seventeen with long pink hair, had dropped her impossible thick Supernatural Weekly magazine and was staring at me with an expression of wonder and excitement.
We stared at each other for a second. Then two. Suddenly, the new girl broke the silence.
“KYAA!” She screamed shrilly. I winced at her high-pitched voice. “It’s a mysterious green alien here to experiment on me! I’m so honored!”
“Alien? What in O-” I didn’t finish my sentence, because the pink-haired girl flew at me, amazed at everything I was. The looked in my ears, tugged on my skirt, pulled my braid, all the while exclaiming things such as “Kyaa! Aliens have hair like humans do!” and “Such a wonderfully mysterious being you are!”
Eventually, she slowed down and started poking my cheek. I slapped at her hand.
“Would you quit it!? I’m not that different!” I shouted. A few people poked their head in our room. “What?” I said. They turned slowly and went about their business.
“Let’s get this straight,” I told her slowly, trying to control my temper. “I am normal. The only thing wrong with me is my skin. I do not know why it happened. I was born this way. I am not an…an ‘alen’-”
“Alien,” she corrected me shyly, her voice a more normal tone.
“Whatever. Just leave me alone.” I said, and began to continue unpacking.
She new girl just stood there for a few seconds and I decided which drawer to put my socks in.
“Kyaa!” she shouted again, this time taking me from behind in a giant, tight hug. “Don’t worry, mysterious normal person! Mayura, the beautiful, brilliant detective will find the mystery of your green-ness and solve it!”
I gritted my teeth and waited for the bear hug to end. The sooner I can get off of this ship, the better.
Dear Journal,
The only thing I can compare it to is a dream.
I was running through a tunnel, unpredictably placed torches held by snarling faces jumped off of the black walls. In one flash of light, I saw a roaring Lion, raising its paw to strike at me. The light ended and I was running in darkness again. A second flash. A man made entirely of shining tin held his axe, preparing to hack at me. Pure rage and anger flowed through his metallic gray eyes. The flash ended. I kept running. A third flash. A scarecrow dressed in a tattered Ozian offical’s uniform beckoned at me from the top of a short flight of stairs. My heart leapt at the sight of him. He could make things all better. He stood in front of a door, trying to make me hurry.
“Fae!” He shouted. I had no idea who he was talking about, but I knew he meant me. “Run, Fae! You can make it!”
When I was within ten feet, he stepped aside from the door and opened it for me. A bright light shone through it, the comforting light of safety.
“Go! I’ll find you!” He said. I jumped the steps three at a time, and-
I was on the deck of a ship. People swarmed around me, each person followed by two or three pure white beings without faces, or for that matter clothing. It didn’t seem to be that important, as they were all identical. The faceless ones were following some of the strangest people I had ever seen. They had all manner of hair color, from normal blonds, reds, and browns to vivid purples, blues, and pinks. Several were armed, but seemed to ignore the array of weaponry fellow passengers were carrying.
One faceless one approached me. It bowed slightly, then stood very still, waiting for me to say something.
“Hello,” I said. I felt awkward, more so than I usually do with other people. “Where am I?” The dream-like memory still haunted me, trying to tell me something. The scarecrow led me here, and even though I didn’t know who he was I trusted in him absolutely. The faceless being was motionless.
“What am I doing here? Who are these people?” I gestured at all of the people with one arm. The faceless being said nothing. I learned then and there it’s hard to read the expressions of beings without faces. Finally, it moved. One long, white finger pointed at something in my left hand.
My Shiz suitcase. SU was clearly stamped on the side, yet I hadn’t remembered picking it up. The being held out its arms. It wanted to carry my suitcase. I handed the case to it, wondering how in Oz I ended up with my suitcase when all I was doing moments before was running. It took the suitcase in one hand and beckoned me to follow it to the other end of the deck. I turned to the door I had come out of and pulled on the handles experimentally. The door was locked shut.
The being led me to a level full of cabins. There were a lot of strange people here, too. The being allowed me to lead the way now. I looked down the rows of doors and was immediately reminded of the dorm at Shiz. I strolled through the hold, trying to find a room with one- or preferably no-occupant. I searched what seemed like forever, the faceless one my shadow, until I finally found one that had only one occupied bed. Another bed and a small dresser mirrored the clearly lived in half of the room.
“Here will do nicely, thank you.” I said politely to the faceless being. It handed me my suitcase, bowed slightly again, and left me alone in a strange room with a room mate I had never met before and was not looking forward to meeting.
I opened my small suitcase and started organizing things in the small dresser. It wasn’t very much- my dark colored skirts, a few long-sleeved shirts, two pullover sweaters, one dark green and the other smoky gray. I fingered my long black braid anxiously. All of my things were packed the way I do, my comb and mother’s bottle were even inside my spare pair of boots the way I pack them to save space. I didn’t recall having packed my suitcase, and I had never seen.
I heard something thud behind me. I turned to look. A girl, sixteen or seventeen with long pink hair, had dropped her impossible thick Supernatural Weekly magazine and was staring at me with an expression of wonder and excitement.
We stared at each other for a second. Then two. Suddenly, the new girl broke the silence.
“KYAA!” She screamed shrilly. I winced at her high-pitched voice. “It’s a mysterious green alien here to experiment on me! I’m so honored!”
“Alien? What in O-” I didn’t finish my sentence, because the pink-haired girl flew at me, amazed at everything I was. The looked in my ears, tugged on my skirt, pulled my braid, all the while exclaiming things such as “Kyaa! Aliens have hair like humans do!” and “Such a wonderfully mysterious being you are!”
Eventually, she slowed down and started poking my cheek. I slapped at her hand.
“Would you quit it!? I’m not that different!” I shouted. A few people poked their head in our room. “What?” I said. They turned slowly and went about their business.
“Let’s get this straight,” I told her slowly, trying to control my temper. “I am normal. The only thing wrong with me is my skin. I do not know why it happened. I was born this way. I am not an…an ‘alen’-”
“Alien,” she corrected me shyly, her voice a more normal tone.
“Whatever. Just leave me alone.” I said, and began to continue unpacking.
She new girl just stood there for a few seconds and I decided which drawer to put my socks in.
“Kyaa!” she shouted again, this time taking me from behind in a giant, tight hug. “Don’t worry, mysterious normal person! Mayura, the beautiful, brilliant detective will find the mystery of your green-ness and solve it!”
I gritted my teeth and waited for the bear hug to end. The sooner I can get off of this ship, the better.