What in Oz—

I.

Am going.

To murder someone.

Well, it would seem anything green around here is out to kill. Really appreciate it.

I never thought I’d miss being green.

….

Shit.

Good Oz—

I’m normal—

/laughs incredulously/

Haha, I’m not a freak anymore, I—

What in Oz—

covertbandagingskills:

-vulpesinculta:

covertbandagingskills:

I’m pretty handy with a plasma pistol. And a spray bottle, as I’m sure you know.

Scalpels, too. I’d like to think I’m fairly versatile.

The spray bottle does not count. 

The rest is…unsurprising.  

It does count. I could have to fight a witch.

You never know.

guh-leen-duh:

<Grins back, absentmindedly twiddling one of her own curls> That is, after all, what I am here for.

Wonderfully, actually, though I fear the humidity may get to my hair soon— I do much like the change of scenery, I must admit. It is so nice to feel solid ground once more.

It is, isn’t it? <glances at their surroundings> While being in outer space was quite the adventure, it’s comforting to be back on my feet, as it were.

And don’t fuss so much about your hair, we’re in a different world entirely, for Oz’s sake— it’s not like anyone is going to recognize you.

guh-leen-duh:

greenaroundthegills:

Hm. It would be troublesome if it actually did start to rain. Perhaps I ought to seek shelter.

You know, I brought an umbrella for just such occasions.

My hero. /smiles at Galinda/ And how are you holding up?