Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce could be out of his room without feeling the need to find a more private place with the first person he saw. It was a good feeling. A good enough feeling that Bruce was willing to actually risk messing with the television in the common room again. But first? Threats.

"If you act up on me, I will end you," Bruce whispered while kneeling in front of the set. "There's a window right there. I will throw you out of it. You will be destroyed. And then I'll buy a new TV for the floor. I can afford something that will make you look like you're a black and white set. Nobody will miss you. So behave, or you'll force me to prove that I'm serious."

Bruce settled into a seat on the sofa and turned on PBS. It worked just fine. "I'm glad we could come to this arrangement," Bruce said with a bit of a smirk.

Good job badgering the inanimate object into working, Bruce.

[OOC: Much like the writing utensil I use exclusively for writing the third vowel, this post is open.]

Comments

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"You have a wizard ruling over you?" A beat. "Are you sure it's a wizard? I didn't think they did much other than eat and... well, that was about it."

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"No one I know has ever met him," Elphaba admitted. "But he did see Oz through the great drought. But he's our Wizard, and everyone does tend to call him full of wonder."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"...are you sure this is an actual wizard?"

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"I can't be sure," Elphaba said, admittedly. "I've never met him, only heard stories."

And boy, was she in for a surprise if she ever read the children's book Kate had told her about.

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Oh, stories. They were everywhere!

"He doesn't sound much like one." Because Maladicta, you see, was a bloody expert.

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"Well if I ever get a chance to take the yellow brick road to the Emerald City, I'll check in on him myself," Elphaba declared. "And that way I can be certain either way."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Somewhere... narrative causality was hitting it's head on the wall.

"Why yellow?"

How many people made yellow bricks? Really now, really.

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"I'll ask him when I get there," Elphaba said. "It was his idea, or so I've been told. A highway of yellow brick, through the four major lands, all leading to the capitol."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"I suppose it's memorable, at least."

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

Elphaba thought for a moment, then just shrugged. "I couldn't really say either way. It does look pretty, though."