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third floor common room - saturday afternoon - 10/11
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new-to-liirness.livejournal.comHow boring.
He'd never forgive his dear Mummy for sending him here to this ridiculous place, away from the Emerald City and everyone worth talking to. She'd said the change would do him good, that the fresh air was necessary for a lad of his age, that when she was growing up in Gilikin, that she'd savored every day in the countryside and missed it still.
Right. As if Glinda, as she preferred these days, really wanted to head back to her childhood home and give up the fame, fortune, and power she had now. He was like her; he'd done enough of the countryside when he was a boy and the City was what he enjoyed now, the razzmataz slambang spirit of it all. Oz! Bright, beaming and steaming! The theatres, the shops, the miniature furniture...
Besides, it wasn't about the air. It was about the stables, or rather the stable hands she'd found out about him having affairs with. She'd been fine with the maids, of course, as that was just what a young man of station did but that had apparently been too far. So he'd been banished away from the glitz and glamor of the Emerald to this pathetic little island.
Which was why he was sitting in the common room, smoking an imported perguenay cigarette out the window and reading some of the newspapers that'd just come in to see what the damnable bankers were doing with the current Munchkinland crisis.
"...idiots."
[open like an open thing]
He'd never forgive his dear Mummy for sending him here to this ridiculous place, away from the Emerald City and everyone worth talking to. She'd said the change would do him good, that the fresh air was necessary for a lad of his age, that when she was growing up in Gilikin, that she'd savored every day in the countryside and missed it still.
Right. As if Glinda, as she preferred these days, really wanted to head back to her childhood home and give up the fame, fortune, and power she had now. He was like her; he'd done enough of the countryside when he was a boy and the City was what he enjoyed now, the razzmataz slambang spirit of it all. Oz! Bright, beaming and steaming! The theatres, the shops, the miniature furniture...
Besides, it wasn't about the air. It was about the stables, or rather the stable hands she'd found out about him having affairs with. She'd been fine with the maids, of course, as that was just what a young man of station did but that had apparently been too far. So he'd been banished away from the glitz and glamor of the Emerald to this pathetic little island.
Which was why he was sitting in the common room, smoking an imported perguenay cigarette out the window and reading some of the newspapers that'd just come in to see what the damnable bankers were doing with the current Munchkinland crisis.
"...idiots."
[open like an open thing]