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Fourth Floor Common Room | Sunday Evening

Still feeling more than a bit vexed (and not at all relieved to find out others were experiencing similar circumstances thanks to the posters she'd seen about), Elphaba busied herself in the common room kitchen that evening with baking a vegan apple pie.

She found that if she kept busy, she didn't get too upset. Which was important as she didn't want to accidentally break anything with her magic. Which seemed a likely possibility if she let herself go unchecked.

She had the TV in the common room tuned in to some strange television show about people who came into a shop to sell all sorts of odd things, and then would haggle with the shopkeeps. It was at least somewhat realistic, Elphaba thought to herself.

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"What's on tonight?" Quinn asked, the slightest bit muted. She'd been trying her sister's number every three hours all weekend, and it still hadn't magically zapped back into working.

"I'm not entirely sure," Elphaba admitted. "I believe the show is about a pawn shop. There's a little bit of history involved when they talk about the items, which is... interesting, I guess." She too sounded just a bit off, though she was more on the frustrated on. "I've been spending more time paying attention to this pie. It's just about ready to be baked, actually."

"You cook?" Quinn asked, not sounding terribly interested.

She came around, though, made herself smile. "Actually, that's ... really nice. It's been a rotten weekend all around, huh?"

"I recieved a letter from my father claiming I've never had a sister," Elphaba said, putting the pie in the oven. "It's a special kind of rotten to not only lose someone but for... I don't even know what."

She tensed up for a moment there, but forced herself to pause and relax. "Sorry. You probably didn't need to know that."

"My mom said the same thing about my sister," Quinn said. "It's okay. It seems to be going around. Ben said Ender's sister's gone too."

She shrugged. "I'm hoping it's a lame weekend thing."

"Except it takes much longer for a letter to get here from Munchkinland," Elphaba said. "This had to have happened long before this weekend, I'm sorry to say. At least in Nessa's case."

She shook her head. "It's almost enough to make me want to storm back there to find who or what is responsible, but that probably won't do me any good at all."

"Plus there's no guarantee you'd get there," Quinn said, tuning out the bit about how long a letter would take because LA LA LA REPRESSING. "I was trying to plan a trip home for this week? Finally gave up. The portals are just impossible if you only have a few days."

"I hadn't even thought of that," Elphaba admitted. "I suppose you were going home for that harvest festival this coming week? I wonder if more of our classmates will be stranded here, if that's the case."

"I'm almost certain we will be," Quinn confirmed. "But you never know, right? Maybe it'll all clear up by Tuesday and we're worrying for no reason."

"We can certainly hope so. Like it's a case of turning into animals or other people, but for some reason it's outside the island and... everywhere else," Elphaba said with a bit of a uncertain expression and tone. "That seems a bit of a stretch, really. More like something awful is happening and we probably should learn more before it gets worse."

Ever the optimist.

"Yeah, well," Quinn said, face stiffening. "I don't know if there are websites for what to do when people vanish and nobody remembers them, do you? It seems like everybody's pretty clueless."

"There might be books," Elphaba said. "We could search the school library. Maybe something in the special collections?"

She shrugged, not entirely sure what etiquette would even remotely be appropriate here.

"I just don't like the idea of sitting around waiting for it to fix itself. Not when my sister is suffering Lurline-knows-what."

"Your god is named Lurline." Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

It wasn't helpful. She knew it wasn't helpful. She was just lost and overwhelmed by all of this, and snarking was easier than admitting how she had no clue what to do.

"No, the name of the fairy queen many believe created Oz and whose blood was in the royal line of rulers is named Lurline," Elphaba said with only a tiny bit of an eyeroll. "If you really want to know about Oz gods, I think the Unionists don't even have a name for theirs, and theirs is the one most people worship. But something tells me you're probably not that curious about it."

"Not really," Quinn said, more quietly. "I'm not much good at the research stuff, so this is all totally frustrating and impossible. We don't have fairy queens at home."

It wasn't 'sorry I mocked you,' but it was as close as she was likely to come.

"I'm not entirely sure we have them in Oz, either," Elphaba said. "But we certainly have magic, and it had to come from somewhere. But that's neither here nor there when thinking about the bigger picture right now. And... I don't slight you for what you are good or not good at. I think we all probably will handle these things differently. I should probably contact those numbers on the bulletin boards, the ones asking about the lost friends and family. They might have better ideas."

Quinn nodded slightly. "Ben's a good guy," she said. "Ender's kind and absurdly smart. And he's missing a sister, too. Maybe he has some way to solve the problem. Assuming it doesn't wear off."

Which would still be her first choice.

"Oz like the movie, huh?"

"Sort of like the movie," Elphaba said with a rueful smile and a shake of her head. This, at least, was a good distraction. "It's a bit misleading in more than one way. And I've never seen any wicked witches about. Green or otherwise."

"What about little girls from Kansas?" Quinn returned lightly. "I kind of see the witches' point, anyhow. Her sister gets a house dropped on her and somebody steals her shoes. I'd be pissed too."

"I'd never heard of Kansas at all until I came here," Elphaba said. "No houses have ever landed in Munchkinland like that, at least not in my lifetime. My father is actually the royal governor there. And he's also just a Munchkinlander, like myself, not Munchkins. We seem to not exist in that strange version of Oz."

"...huh." Quinn didn't have a lot to say to that, but it was interesting. "Typical Hollywood, always getting things wrong?"

"I'd say more like whoever wrote the children's story left out a few things, actually," Elphaba said. "Probably for the insulting reason that he thought you had to dumb down things for children so they can understand it all."

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