The witch took a sizeable step backwards herself, arms crossing over her chest defensively. "Who are you?" she demanded. "And how do you know who I am?" A few people seemed to know of Oz, and one even of her by reputation, but no one had volunteered her name so readily thus far - and now she was suspicious.
The girl was grinning from ear to ear now, clearly delighted. "Girl, you are like my idol - seriously, I would never have admitted to it in school because Rachel Broadway Berry and Kurt Hopeful Hummel were all over Wicked like a nasty itchy rash, but if there was one person I could have made a wish to appear in this freakshow of a place, you would be it. You're a legend."
Elphaba blinked. A legend? Someone's idol? She'd never heard terms like that applied to herself before and for a moment she felt a heady rush. Then she remembered reality and frowned, shaking her head in confusion. "I don't understand. Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
"Oh, okay, right, right, so we're all from different universes and we're all like fictional stuff in other people's universes. So for me you're a character in a Broadway show, except here you're just as real as I am. Apparently," the other woman said with a roll of her eyes and a wave of her hand. "Anyway. I'm Santana."
"What's a broadway show?"
"Oh, like, a musical? It's a story, on stage, like, a play. But with songs in. Do you... remember breaking into song on a semi-regular basis?" Santana cleared her throat and fired out a couple of lines:
It's time to try Defying gravity I think I'll try Defying gravity...
"No. There's no way you could... that's impossible." The green woman looked almost frightened now, though Santana could tell she was desperately trying to hide that fact from her. "You're saying someone's made a... a play of my life?"
Santana made a face, tipping her head from side to side. "... Not exactly. But close enough. Not in your world, though, so it's not like people in Oz are going to see it."
"They tell enough stories about me there," Elphaba said bitterly, "I doubt it could be any worse." Of course the propaganda about her would have spread to other worlds - she didn't know why she felt so surprised. Or disappointed.
"Oh, they're assholes, don't worry about them. You're totally misunderstood. I can relate."
The witch eyed the girl up and down - she looked as normal as any Munchkinlander, making her claim difficult to believe. "You can?"
"Sure. I mean, I wasn't quite elevated to public enemy number one status, but I was misunderstood in my own little way," Santana said, leaning against the door frame. "Though I'm pretty sure having magic would've taken the sting out a little," she added with a smirk.
"Magic only makes people fear you more," Elphaba snapped, not appreciating the girl's glib attitude. "It's hardly a blessing."
"Sure, fair enough, I guess in your case it wasn't much of a perk," Santana mused.
"It doesn't matter here anyway - all magic is dampened."
"Oh, huh. Right, yeah, I guess that makes sense."
Elphaba furrowed her brow. "You didn't know?"
"Hm? Oh sure, but I didn't know how it would work for you - I mean, you have spells and stuff, right? So..." Santana trailed off with a shrug.
"Right." There was a long, almost deliberately awkward pause before Elphaba spoke again. "I should go. I've obviously interrupted you in your... home."
"Oh, any time, seriously," Santana said. Then, after a slight hesitation. "You need a hand? You looking for a room?"
"I don't know which of these are taken. It's like Shiz all over again..." Elphaba blinked. "There aren't roommates, are there?"
"Hah, no, although... mm, nevermind, c'mon, I'll help you find a free one - I'd say stay around here but some new kid just moved in opposite me..."
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The girl was grinning from ear to ear now, clearly delighted. "Girl, you are like my idol - seriously, I would never have admitted to it in school because Rachel Broadway Berry and Kurt Hopeful Hummel were all over Wicked like a nasty itchy rash, but if there was one person I could have made a wish to appear in this freakshow of a place, you would be it. You're a legend."
Elphaba blinked. A legend? Someone's idol? She'd never heard terms like that applied to herself before and for a moment she felt a heady rush. Then she remembered reality and frowned, shaking her head in confusion. "I don't understand. Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
"Oh, okay, right, right, so we're all from different universes and we're all like fictional stuff in other people's universes. So for me you're a character in a Broadway show, except here you're just as real as I am. Apparently," the other woman said with a roll of her eyes and a wave of her hand. "Anyway. I'm Santana."
"What's a broadway show?"
"Oh, like, a musical? It's a story, on stage, like, a play. But with songs in. Do you... remember breaking into song on a semi-regular basis?" Santana cleared her throat and fired out a couple of lines:
"No. There's no way you could... that's impossible." The green woman looked almost frightened now, though Santana could tell she was desperately trying to hide that fact from her. "You're saying someone's made a... a play of my life?"
Santana made a face, tipping her head from side to side. "... Not exactly. But close enough. Not in your world, though, so it's not like people in Oz are going to see it."
"They tell enough stories about me there," Elphaba said bitterly, "I doubt it could be any worse." Of course the propaganda about her would have spread to other worlds - she didn't know why she felt so surprised. Or disappointed.
"Oh, they're assholes, don't worry about them. You're totally misunderstood. I can relate."
The witch eyed the girl up and down - she looked as normal as any Munchkinlander, making her claim difficult to believe. "You can?"
"Sure. I mean, I wasn't quite elevated to public enemy number one status, but I was misunderstood in my own little way," Santana said, leaning against the door frame. "Though I'm pretty sure having magic would've taken the sting out a little," she added with a smirk.
"Magic only makes people fear you more," Elphaba snapped, not appreciating the girl's glib attitude. "It's hardly a blessing."
"Sure, fair enough, I guess in your case it wasn't much of a perk," Santana mused.
"It doesn't matter here anyway - all magic is dampened."
"Oh, huh. Right, yeah, I guess that makes sense."
Elphaba furrowed her brow. "You didn't know?"
"Hm? Oh sure, but I didn't know how it would work for you - I mean, you have spells and stuff, right? So..." Santana trailed off with a shrug.
"Right." There was a long, almost deliberately awkward pause before Elphaba spoke again. "I should go. I've obviously interrupted you in your... home."
"Oh, any time, seriously," Santana said. Then, after a slight hesitation. "You need a hand? You looking for a room?"
"I don't know which of these are taken. It's like Shiz all over again..." Elphaba blinked. "There aren't roommates, are there?"
"Hah, no, although... mm, nevermind, c'mon, I'll help you find a free one - I'd say stay around here but some new kid just moved in opposite me..."