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Mimsy raised a curious eyebrow, “Whose cat?” She cocked her head and pondered the question of existence for a minute before reaching forward, preparing to pinch Lauryn, “Well, if you are a ghost, you won’t feel this!”

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Not heeding the hesitation in the other’s voice, Mimsy just grinned at the thought of being correct and, better yet, acknowledged for it. Bringing her hand to her chin, she seriously considered the idea of grass falling from the sky. It would have to be dead, naturally, but then that begged the question, “Would grass have pre-existed before falling or not?” 

“Both. It’s in a state of non existence and existence. It’s the Schrodinger’s cat of of the plant world,” Lauryn snapped excitedly, thinking she was finally getting the hang of this game. She brought her hand up to mirror the girl’s and pretended to think as well, though wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be thinking of, “The real question is, do any of us exist?”

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Mimsy stared. What was this woman doing? She was talking in a strange accent and a different language. Perhaps... “Are you possessed?” She blurted out, not caring any longer about what the word “nerd” meant, though the talk of “subjects” made her suspicious. But if this lady was possessed, that would be very interesting, and certainly make this town a lot more exciting. 

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“Yes, foppish! Conceited, vain, peacocks!” Mimsy exclaimed, perturbed, “All lords are foppish, and do not try to convince me otherwise!” Pausing to take a breath, Mimsy suddenly heard that the teacher wasn’t trying to say, ‘lords’ at all. Or perhaps she was. “What is this ‘nerd?’ Some new invention of hierarchy? Noblemen and lord combined?” Her anger had settled a bit, reduced to a frustrated curiosity. 

“Nerd? It’s like… Yknow, the Fonz, going like, ‘Ay, you nerds!’ Right? Perfectamundo?” Jo did her best impression of the Happy Days character, complete with the lean, though doubted it’s jog any real memories from the girl, “It means someone who is like… a really big fan,“ Shoot, the girl might think she means the wrong kind of fan, “Er, someone who likes the subject a lot.”

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Mimsy raised her eyebrows, but just shrugged it off. When it came to magic, she was uncharacteristically forgiving. After all, everyone had been a beginner once, “Maybe that isn’t the right incantation for you,” she suggested, “Try something else! Close your eyes and say whatever pops into your head! That has to do with flowers, of course.”

Open Starter: There’s no Place Like Oz

Morrigan nodded, while it wasn’t black sorcery back home, Ozian magic worked in a similar way. Morrigan watched anxiously as Mimsy silently withered a flower and her heart skipped a beat. Maybe she shouldn’t do this. But then would she lose Mimsy’s friendship? She took a shaky breath and whispered, “Zim zabberim zim.” She winced as nothing happened to the flower she touched.

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          Playing games from 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵.                     Sinking your 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 in my 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉.

     You bring out the worst in me.

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“So... I’m not certain how black sorcery works in the place you call home, but in Camelot one begins with a simple incantation to incite the magic, and then works their way towards accomplishing the task silently. I, of course, can do the latter,” she couldn’t resist bragging and showing off, bending and tapping a flower with her finger before gleefully watching it wither away, “Now, I find ‘zim-zabberim zim’ works, as does ‘aloo da hoora’ but so long as it makes sense to you it will. Now, have a go.” 

Open Starter: There’s no Place Like Oz

Morrigan felt her cheeks burn under Mimsy’s hard glare, she had no idea how flowers could make anyone so angry! As Mimsy’s face changed from anger to pity, Morrigan couldn’t help but feel uneasy, she had a feeling of what was to come. Morrigan looked at Mimsy’s outstretched hand and bit her lip, she had no idea what to say, so she said the first thing that came to her mind, “I- uh- well, it is true that I don’t know how to wilt plants. Um…” She trailed off, trying to think of something, anything to say that would convey to the other witch that she had no interest in learning that particular skill.

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“Yes, foppish! Conceited, vain, peacocks!” Mimsy exclaimed, perturbed, “All lords are foppish, and do not try to convince me otherwise!” Pausing to take a breath, Mimsy suddenly heard that the teacher wasn’t trying to say, ‘lords’ at all. Or perhaps she was. “What is this ‘nerd?’ Some new invention of hierarchy? Noblemen and lord combined?” Her anger had settled a bit, reduced to a frustrated curiosity. 

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Mistaking the word “nerd” for the more familiar and despised “lord,” Mimsy’s expression shifted from one of interest to betrayed disappointment, “The author who penned these great works of literature supports and institutes social hierarchies?” She glowered at the book in her hands, though still could not bring herself to shove it back at Josephine. Instead, she merely directed a glare her way, “This was a ruse, was it not? A plot to ensnare me into your foppish game! Well I will not allow you to win, nor will I be observing any sort of moving portrait with the likes of you!” 

“Foppish?” Jo cursed in her head, remembering they were still in a library. Jo tried to never judge the students, but this girl was just a little… weird. Nothing bad about that per se, but it was hard to know where the conversation was going, “No, no, the Shakespeare Nerds are constitutionally against putting anyone above anyone else. We’re all equally nerds,” She claimed, just to see how the girl would respond.

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Not heeding the hesitation in the other’s voice, Mimsy just grinned at the thought of being correct and, better yet, acknowledged for it. Bringing her hand to her chin, she seriously considered the idea of grass falling from the sky. It would have to be dead, naturally, but then that begged the question, “Would grass have pre-existed before falling or not?” 

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“Pff! Does not mean it could not possibly happen!” Mimsy replied indignantly, unwilling to admit that she was from before the eighteen hundreds, “Lots of events happen here that are not supposed to. Our very existence, for example!” Feeling properly justified, she took the time to actually listen to what the other was saying. A dome? Wasn’t the sky already a dome? The girl looked up as if expecting the sky above to be suddenly changed, “No indeed, it makes perfect sense! Snow has always come from the dome. Though it would be much more exciting if it grew on trees or spurted from the ground!” 

Was this a joke, Lauryn wondered, was it some human custom here she hadn’t learned yet? You’d think she would’ve gotten used to everything by now, but no, apparently not, “Yeeeess…” Lauryn just nodded and agreed, assuming that’s what was expected, “Snow should grow from trees. You’re absolutely right. Grass should fall from the sky. That’d be… so much more interesting?”

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“Ah, so you’ve asked people? And from whom have you acquired the majority of your information?” Mimsy sensed a lie, but it was certainly intriguing, and probably even held a seed of truth. The chess board could quite possibly be haunted. A sleeping curse though, seemed a bit much to ask. She stretched out a finger and pushed a rook forward. 

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“Any of us, huh? Well we have not been here all that long either, at least not most. In fact, our appearances seem to be quite out of the blue,” she slid a pawn forward, though caring more about the girl’s response to this unexplained conundrum than the game, “But surely there have been rumours. Such a powerful article cannot have existed for as long as you claim and not sparked the imaginations.” 

“Well, you’re right about that. And I haven’t been here long enough to really hear much else. It all seems to be very hush hush.” She made sure to put on a little whisper at the end as she leaned forward, pushing her pawn again. Maybe hamming it up would make it seem more believable. Or, at least more creepy; tomato tomato.

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Mimsy was untroubled. Maybe wilting flowers had been illegal? She still would have done it, but some people weren’t as brave as she was, “Fear not, fellow witch, you’ve come to the right person! I can wilt a whole garden of flowers in under a minute, and soon you will be able to as well!” Holding out her hand had become both tiring and a little embarrassing, so she beckoned to the other instead and stepped towards a few daisies growing around a tree, “Looks like a perfect place to begin...” She nodded, rubbing her hands together and turning back to Morrigan with a slightly chaotic smile. 

Open Starter: There’s no Place Like Oz

Morrigan felt her cheeks burn under Mimsy’s hard glare, she had no idea how flowers could make anyone so angry! As Mimsy’s face changed from anger to pity, Morrigan couldn’t help but feel uneasy, she had a feeling of what was to come. Morrigan looked at Mimsy’s outstretched hand and bit her lip, she had no idea what to say, so she said the first thing that came to her mind, “I- uh- well, it is true that I don’t know how to wilt plants. Um…” She trailed off, trying to think of something, anything to say that would convey to the other witch that she had no interest in learning that particular skill.

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Mistaking the word “nerd” for the more familiar and despised “lord,” Mimsy’s expression shifted from one of interest to betrayed disappointment, “The author who penned these great works of literature supports and institutes social hierarchies?” She glowered at the book in her hands, though still could not bring herself to shove it back at Josephine. Instead, she merely directed a glare her way, “This was a ruse, was it not? A plot to ensnare me into your foppish game! Well I will not allow you to win, nor will I be observing any sort of moving portrait with the likes of you!” 

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MImsy was surprised, but not displeased, by how calm Jo’s reaction to her outburst was. It was a lot harder to remain mad when the other does not respond in kind, and Mimsy wasn’t very interested in doing things that were too difficult, “Everyone is evil? Well that does happen to strike my fancy, though evil queens and princes are of course givens,” her tone was calmer now as she studied the cover of the book, “I assume you have read it?”

“It’s been a while, but you bet I have. You’re looking at Toonsville U’s number one Shakespeare nerd right here. Trust me, kay? It’s a bad, bad read, but it’s totally up your alley,” Not Shakespeare best work by far, but one the girl hadn’t read before. Perhaps it’d get the girl to warm up a little to her teachers,” And the movie doesn’t require you to move at all,” She promised, with a hand over her heart, “We can watch the moving picture if you’d like.”

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Mimsy glared. Hadn’t this witch heard anything she’d said? “None. We withered all of them. I told you I hate things whose sole purpose is to invoke admiration!” She was not quite so mad as she could have been however, for she was still reveling in her sweet victory in the argument. Suddenly, a spark of realization lit her eyes, and her face fell in pity, “Oh no! You cannot wilt the flowers you have, so all you are forced to do is stare in admiring sorrow at your conquers? Oh lo! Come, we shall remedy your ailment!” She offered her hand to the other, along with a smile that bordered on chaotically evil. 

Open Starter: There’s no Place Like Oz

“Well, we have to grow all our own food. Live plants and flowers keep us alive,” Morrigan shrugged, “Maybe if we still had access to the rest of Oz my views would be different?” She said it as more of a question, hoping she hadn’t damaged their newfound friendship too badly.

Morrigan wondered how Mimsy and her mother lived in their home. Both of their families had been banished, but they seemed to live in very different worlds.

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“To keep us from sailing away to find an island and enslave its indigenous before people come after us and convince us to return.” 

If there was one thing Mimsy enjoyed, it was answering rhetorical questions, and this particularly angry one was especially appealing. She was glad to finally be outside, after having been forced to hide away from the sun during the autumn. And the snow did away with the plants, which she greatly appreciated as well. She stuck out her tongue and caught a snowflake on it before approaching the woman she’d addressed. 

Snow. Why’d it have to be snow? Always getting in the way, freezing her toes, making it hard to move. The gem shards in her hands have cut clean through any gloves Lauryn had tried to wear. How did humans stand this, “Why couldn’t they have built this stupid bunker closer to the beach!” Lauryn called out to no one in particular.

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MImsy was surprised, but not displeased, by how calm Jo’s reaction to her outburst was. It was a lot harder to remain mad when the other does not respond in kind, and Mimsy wasn’t very interested in doing things that were too difficult, “Everyone is evil? Well that does happen to strike my fancy, though evil queens and princes are of course givens,” her tone was calmer now as she studied the cover of the book, “I assume you have read it?”

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That did sound like Mimsy’s cup of tea, but she was too busy glaring at the teacher to realize that the recommendation was aptly suited. Instead, she was focused on one startling phrase, “Liar! My Mama is not in this book at all! I cannot spy one reference to Madam Mim!” She slammed the book shut, but kept it, tucking it under her arm to read when she was not so fired up, “And if it requires me to move I will not hear of it!” 

“Just…” Honestly, how would one explain what a ‘yo mamma’ joke is? Explaining jokes often didn’t help people find them funny, “You’ll understand what I mean when youread it. No, your mom probably isn’t, but there’s an evil queen, evil princes, evil guards. Pretty much everyone’s evil. Some people wonder if Shakespeare even wrote it, cus it’s so… different from all his other work.”

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“Of course, vegetables are essential, everybody knows that,” Mimsy retorted, still looking sourly at her companion, “But flowers are completely different. Nobody eats flowers. Though come to think of it, that would be a rather intriguing and not altogether foolhardy choice,” she cocked her head in thought, “But flowers in my neck of the woods, and these parts as well if I’m not very much mistaken, are grown for the sole purpose of being admired. And I don’t know how circumstances are in your Oz, but in England people are raised to be admired, and therefore are not taken seriously, a relationship which I utterly despise.” 

Open Starter: There’s no Place Like Oz

“Well, we have to grow all our own food. Live plants and flowers keep us alive,” Morrigan shrugged, “Maybe if we still had access to the rest of Oz my views would be different?” She said it as more of a question, hoping she hadn’t damaged their newfound friendship too badly.

Morrigan wondered how Mimsy and her mother lived in their home. Both of their families had been banished, but they seemed to live in very different worlds.

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That did sound like Mimsy’s cup of tea, but she was too busy glaring at the teacher to realize that the recommendation was aptly suited. Instead, she was focused on one startling phrase, “Liar! My Mama is not in this book at all! I cannot spy one reference to Madam Mim!” She slammed the book shut, but kept it, tucking it under her arm to read when she was not so fired up, “And if it requires me to move I will not hear of it!” 

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Mimsy shot the librarian a dark glare, despite the fact that she would have complained about the loudness as well, if she weren’t the cause of it. Turning back to the teacher, she tilted her head and accepted the book curiously, examining the title page before flipping through the pages, dwelling on the last one. 

“Shakespeare hm? And what does it contain?” 

“Rape, murder, and the original ‘yo momma’ joke,” Jo raised a brow, imitating the girl’s appraisal of the book. She wondered if the the girl knew what a ‘yo momma’ joke was, but if she understood Shakespeare, she’d get the joke eventually, “Very dark, no one makes it out alive sort of thing. There’s a movie too, if you prefer.”

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“Naturally,” Mimsy responded, “I’m not an imbecile, you know! You were mad at me, and thought I’d be afraid if you tampered with the sources of light. Well guess what?” She waved a hand, and some of the lights came back on again, “I’m not, so pooh pooh that!” She shook her head, “It will take more effort than that to frighten me away!” 

Open post: One door closes...

Steve forced a rush of hot air from his mouth, and feverishly scratched at his right ear. His head was heavy, as if a weight had been crammed into the top of it, and just—This whole situation sucked, a-and where was the stupid bus, and—and the lights were, like, piercing through him, an—

Then, they flashed off. Honestly, Steve wasn’t really listening to the girl beside him, but he did… something about him apparently having switched the lights off? Through his swallow breaths, he murmured, “…y-you think I… did this?” He gestured sensitively to the now darkened lights.