Merry Meet! (Tag Elphaba, OPEN!)

[Tarot]

Things have been quiet around here lately. Too quiet.
RavenHex has disappeared, as she sometimes does, I can only assume to study her dark path away from prying eyes.
Mother's got a couple 'friends' over, and they've retired to her rooms by this time.
So it's just me and Pooka.
Pooka, is a Pooka. A black Cat with Batwings, and startling yellow eyes.
He's my familiar, and loving companion, almost always there when no one else is around.
John's not even available right now, I believe he went to a comicbook convention, or something.
Nothing to fight, no one around to love, and even in a castle as big as ours, I find myself feeling rather cooped up suddenly.
Going out for a more Mundane purpose, I leave my ritual armor at home, instead donning a flowing purple gown, adorned with a few protective amulets and rings on my fingers.
With my long red hair flowing free, I'm fit for a walk around town.
Salem is a place steeped in as much Witchcraft as Christianity, and the mix comes out very interesting in the people walking down the street.
I see Witches proudly walking about in full display of their pentacles, as well as others flaunting crosses, and some not even clear as to which religion they hail from.
Though it hasn't always been this way, the town's own history shames more modern inhabitants into tolerance. Even if from some, it's still a stiff forced Tolerance.
Walking along the busy street, I let the more human element wrap around me for once.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water, All a part of everything. But here, in the thick of the streets, I can feel the Spirit that encompasses it all.
It's been a long time since I have dropped my armor, to walk around as a normal woman, among people and not just Nature herself.
Though I am between this World, and another, I am still a part of this one, and sometimes I need a mundane reminder.
Stopping at a street booth, I pay the vender for a soft pretzel, and sit on an iron bench as I munch on it, happy to just feel the people as they go by.
It's a beautiful day out really. Glad I found a bench in the shade.

[Elphaba Thropp]

Elphaba, walked along the castle hallways. It was Fiyero's. He did tell her that it was a safe place for her to be in. She could go there any time she wanted to. Suddenly she tripped and hit her head on something. Passed out for a few hours.

When she awoke, she was in a different place. Placing a hand upon her head, she groaned a bit. "What....where am i?" she said softly to herself. A few people surrounded her. Her black hair long on her back now. They suddenly moved off. Elphaba, got up to her feet and she looked around.

Elphaba, stood up and fixed her long black dress. Looking around she didn't understand where she was. How did she get into this place. Her emerald skin shown brightly. "How did I get here?" she said softly. "Fiyero!" she called softly to herself. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. Elphaba wanted to get upset. But didn't want to cause a disturbed anyone.

It was a busy street. As Elphaba began walking down it, she heard some remarks about her skin color and her hat. Her cape was blowing behind her. As well as her hair. "Watch where your going" she said softly. Some of the others were just staring at her. "What!" she said to them.

"This is so frustrating!" she said to herself very quietly. Flipping through the book she skimmed all through the pages. "Isn't there one way to get back?!" she said to herself. Elphaba, looked around and saw another woman. Closing the book she looked at her. "Miss! Could you please tell me where I am?" she asked softly.

[Tarot]

I feel a bit of a power surge, and look around a bit, wondering what it was.
Something in the energy around has shifted, almost as if something was brought here. But I don't see a thing.
Looking around me, tuning my less than mundane senses to the ether to see what I felt, I flinch almost painfully when I see a woman walking up, the perfect picture of the Stereotypical Halloween Witch.
In all the time I have been a witch, I have fought that horrible stereotype, made up to scare children away from the Craft.
Seeing it physically before me... seems a mockery of my beliefs, my faith.
And she's the source of the odd feeling I had a moment ago too, my extra senses telling me she's not from here, as well as the way she's looking around wide eyed, asking me if I can tell her where she is.
I nod my head,

[glow=pink,2,300]You're in Salem, Massachusetts.[/glow]

I tilt my head a bit to the side, sizing her up.
This isn't a costume. She's for real.

[glow=pink,2,300]I take it you're not in Kansas anymore.
Can I help you?
My name's Tarot. I'm a witch too.
Merry Meet.[/glow]

[Elphaba Thropp]

Sighing Elphaba looked around at all the people who kept staring at her. "Stop staring! Its rude" she told them. Elphaba, sighed, and looked at the girl was speaking. "Massachusetts?" she said softly. "What? I never heard of such a name" she said to her. Then she held her hat in her hand as she sat across from her on the next bench.

"Kansas?" she said again. Questioning her. Elphaba gave a small laugh. "My dear. I am not from Kansas or this place you call Massachusetts, or whatever it is. I'm from a land called Oz" she said to her. "Tarot" she said softly. "How, interesting. I'm Elphaba" she said a moment later. Flipping through the book she said "I hope there is a spell to get back to Oz" she said and then slammed it shut once more. "How, did you end up here?" she asked a moment later. After their moment of silence.

[Tarot]

I watch with a frown as she has to chase off bystanders gaping at her appearance.
Samhain is a celebrated Holiday here, where this would be normal, but on a regular day such as today, the people of this town would see her as a tourist... perhaps making light of the town's shaded history.
She totally misses my Oz reference on not being in Kansas anymore, and tells me her name is Elphaba, causing my jaw to drop more than a little.
She mumbles about spells taking her back to Oz, and my mind wraps around what's going on here.
This is the Wicked Witch of the West... in the green flesh!
This... could be a problem.
Part of my job as the Goddess' Sword Maiden is to keep the balance between the magick realms, and this one.
If she's here, something must be horribly wrong with the balance!
And it seems she wants to get back to Oz...

[glow=purple,2,300]"Elphaba, I am a Witch like you.
I'd like to help you get back to Oz."[/glow]

I keep my voice low as I say it, so no one overhears our exchange. She's already getting enough negative attention from the natives, just being dressed as she is, with the skin...