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Somewhere in a theatre room, in a completely different dimension to our own, a girl was waiting. She was waiting for the Signal. At last, she heard it. “Honey, what you waiting for? Welcome to my candy store…” She grinned, and flipped a switch. A series of bright flashes, green, red, yellow, blue and pink, filled the area, and suddenly the girl wasn’t alone.
Veronica Sawyer stirred, her head spinning. One moment she was in her room, the next she was… well, she wasn’t sure to be honest. Her thoughts were interrupted by a very familiar voice saying her name. A voice that she shouldn’t have been hearing, because the owner of that voice had blown up in front of her very eyes. “Veronica!” JD said, rushing towards her. “J- JD? But you…” Veronica was cut off by him shushing her. “I know. But I’m here somehow?” That was the only way JD could explain himself, and they both knew it. After that, she couldn’t resist the urge to fall into his arms again. She just hoped that JD’s tendencies wouldn’t get the best of them both once more. Before any further conversation could ensue, there was another round of flashes, revealing a bunch of people dressed like they were going to a historical fancy dress party. At least, that’s what they seemed like…
Aaron Burr almost swore. He’d recently been forced to watch a musical about Alexander Hamilton of all people, then was teleported off to here. He could still hear the songs, with the repeating lyrics swarming his mind like parasites. Shaking his head, he tried to silence his thoughts as he looked around the room. Of course. Everyone else he’d watched the musical with was here, including the man himself. Then he spotted some new people too. They seemed to be mostly girls, although there was a man in a trenchcoat next to a girl in blue. “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” said someone else in red. He watched the girl in blue and the man, along with a girl in green and another girl in yellow, turn sharply to the source of the voice. “Heather?” the girl in green spoke. “Shut up, Heather! I’m trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing here!” the girl in red spoke, apparently called Heather. He watched as “Heather” turned and saw the girl in blue. “VERONICA!? What the actual FUCK were you thinking, putting drain cleaner in my hangover cure?! You KILLED me!” Heather spoke again. Burr felt incredibly awkward eavesdropping on this conversation, but it was too loud not to hear everyone. He heard the girl in blue, apparently called Veronica, mutter, “Shit,” and proceed to try and explain herself. Apparently someone named ‘JD’ was the one who had poured the drain cleaner, and Veronica hadn’t known which cup was which, so had given Heather the drain cleaner by accident. “Hold up, the suicide note was a forgery? Veronica…” an overweight girl with glasses said, clearly having overheard the conversation just like he had. “Suicide note?!” Heather said, even madder. Before Veronica could explain that, there were yet more flashes of light, and more people appeared in the room. They seemed to be mostly girls again, although there were two men this time…
Janis Sarkisian was sure that this was some kind of prank. One moment she’d been in her room, talking with Cady on her phone, the next she was… wherever the hell this was. Groaning in confusion and looking around, she saw Damian, Cady herself, Aaron…. And the fricking former Plastics. Along with a bunch of people she didn’t know, but she disregarded them for now. “What the hell?” she muttered, scanning the room to try and find whoever kidnapped her and put her in the same room as Regina Motherfucking George. She swore under her breath when she couldn’t find the culprit. Whoever the hell it was would pay when she could get her hands on them. “What the actual heck just happened?” Cady spoke up. “That’s exactly what I want to know!” a girl in green she didn’t know spoke up. “Shut up, Heather!” a girl in red said loudly. “Sorry, Heather,” the girl in green said. Janis didn’t like the look of them. They had ‘Plastic’ written all over them. She just hoped there wasn’t a third one. “Heather has a point, Heather,” a girl in yellow spoke up. Janis noted that said girl was dressed similarly to the ones that were apparently named ‘Heather’. Just great. “As much as I want to know why we’re here too, can we get back to the point where a teenage girl apparently murdered someone and forged a suicide note with the help of her boyfriend?” a brown-haired man dressed in clothes that looked like they were from the 1700s said. “Typical Hamilton, eavesdropping in on conversations that are nothing to do with him,” a man with an afro in a magenta suit snarked. “Don’t remind me,” the Heather in red said. “And anyway, who the fuck gave you the right to listen in on our conversation?” she finished. The man in the magenta suit shrank back at Red Heather’s glare. Definitely Plastic, Janis decided. Her thoughts were interrupted by yet more flashes of light. The lights faded to reveal a girl in a witch costume (at least, Janis assumed it was a costume), a blonde-haired girl in a blue dress, and a man in a scarecrow costume…
Elphaba groaned in confusion and annoyance. One moment she’d been with Fiyero in the outskirts of Oz, the next she was wherever this was. Looking around the room, she saw a bunch of people dressed like they were going to an old-fashioned fancy dress party, some more people dressed like they were going to a different fancy dress party, three girls dressed in pink, a dark-haired girl in a jacket that was way too colourful, a brown-haired girl in a much more ‘normal’ jacket and jeans (Don’t ask how Elphie knows about jeans), two other teenage boys, a girl in a corner, and Fiyero. Then she noticed someone else. A certain, familiar blonde who was also looking around the room. The blonde’s eyes locked with hers. In other words, Elphaba’s eyes locked with those of Glinda the Good. Glinda abruptly dropped her wand, face turning to shock. “El-Elphie?” she asked, voice trembling. “Glinda?” was all Elphaba could say back. The latter was pulled into a hug by the other girl, and they stayed like that for at least a minute. “I knew it! I knew you weren’t really gone!” Glinda said when they pulled apart. “How?” Elphaba asked, interested in how the blonde knew. “I mean, you didn’t show any aversion to water when we were roommates back in Shiz,” Glinda explained herself. “What is it with everyone and death in this room?” one of the teenagers blurted out. “Give them some space! Can’t you see how close they are to each other?” a girl in blue shouted back to the boy. “Says the girl who apparently committed murder,” a man in a magenta suit said. “Shut it, Jefferson!” one of the other members of Fancy Dress Party #1 shouted across the room to him. “I hate to admit it, but Mr Magenta does have a point. After all, I was the one you murdered,” a girl in red, part of Fancy Dress Party #2, said. “Wow, Red Heather or whatever the fuck your name is actually agreed with someone!” one of the girls in pink said, clearly having overheard whatever conversation everyone else had been having earlier. “What’s this about murder?” Fiyero asked worriedly. Before his question could be answered, there were even more flashes of light. The light faded to reveal four more people. Sweet Oz.
Rapunzel awoke, more than a little confused. One moment she’d been in Corona, the next she was… well, not in Corona. Looking around the room, she saw a lot of people she didn’t know, including four girls dressed in some kind of uniform, a man in a trenchcoat, several people dressed like they were from the 1700s (fancy dress?), three girls dressed in pink (two blondes, one with brown hair), two more teenage girls, two teenage boys, a blonde girl in a blue dress (more fancy dress?), a girl dressed as a witch complete with very real green makeup (at least, she assumed it was makeup as she didn’t know any better), a man in a scarecrow costume (again, very realistic and sticking to the fancy dress theme), and a girl in a corner. Then she saw the people she should’ve noticed first. Namely Eugene, Varian, and… Cassandra? “Cass?” Rapunzel asked, just to make sure it was her. “Raps?” Cassandra responded, and that was all it took for the Princess to pull the other woman into a hug. When they’d finished reuniting (“I missed you!” “I missed you too,” etc) they were interrupted by Eugene. “Well, if it isn’t the Dragon Ice Lady,” Eugene said jokingly. “Shut it, Fitzherbert,” Cass responded the way she usually did, but there was a fondness in her voice that they both knew was new, but didn’t comment on. After that, Rapunzel decided to approach the other people in the room. She tried the girl in the witch ‘costume’ first. “Um, hello! Nice costume you have there!” she said, a little awkwardly. “It’s not a costume actually. It’s real,” the other person replied a little icily. “Ok, sorry. Ahem, I’m Rapunzel, what’s your name?” Rapunzel pressed on, hoping the person was forgiving. “The Wicked Witch of the West,” the girl said, sounding even more annoyed. “Wicked Witch of the West?!” one of the teenagers said, a little frightened. “Yes,” the ‘Wicked Witch’ said, scaring the teenager even more. A girl in red burst out laughing, a girl in green following immediately afterwards. “’Wicked Witch?’ Oh, please!” the girl in red said. If looks could kill, the girl in red would be dead as soon as the “Witch”’s eyes locked with her’s. “Oh, I’m as real as ever. So I suggest that you shut up,” said the ‘Witch’. The girls immediately stopped laughing and shrank back. “I never thought I’d say this, but that woman is icier than Cassandra,” Eugene commented, completely terrified. “Guys, come on! Can’t we just try and get along?” Rapunzel decided to try and save the situation. The ‘Witch’ turned to face Rapunzel. “And what authority do you think you have over me? Oh, that’s right! None!” the green-skinned woman said, eyes locked with the Princess’. “Raps, leave her alone. She’s not going to listen to your speeches about how everyone should give each other bear hugs and go on picnics with each other,” Cassandra spoke up. Rapunzel sighed, defeated for now. Maybe she’d try when everyone was in a better mood. “Elphie, come on! You know she has a point!” the girl in the blue dress said. “’Elphie?’” one of the teenage boys mouthed. “Oh, so you do have a proper name! That would’ve been really useful earlier!” one of the girls in pink, a blonde one in fact, said. “Were you trying to hide the fact that it’s Elphie?” the other blonde in pink asked, blissfully ignorant of the green-skinned girl’s venomous glare. “Elphaba. Not Elphie,” the person now known as Elphaba said. “I don’t like being called that,” she added, her tone being as ‘icy’ as ever. The conversation was interrupted by four more flashes of light. “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” the girl in red muttered.
Elsa was confused, to say the least. One moment she’d been riding Nokk in the Enchanted Forest, the next she was here with no Nokk in sight. Wherever here was. Looking around the room, she saw several teenage girls and a few teenage boys, along with a lot of people dressed like they were from the 18th century, an angry-looking girl in a witch costume, two more people in costumes, and four other people. Then she saw the other two people next to her. Kristoff and Anna. How hadn’t she noticed them before? “Elsa!” Anna said, clearly having noticed her. “Anna!” was all Elsa could reply. And just like that, Anna pulled her into a hug, and Elsa clearly hugged back. “Jesus, how many more goddam flashes are there going to be?” said a voice, disrupting the happy moment. “Come on! Can’t you see how close they are to each other?” a brown-haired girl with green eyes said from across the room. “Can we get back to the murder thing?” a dark-haired teenage boy wearing a pink shirt said. “Murder? Did someone say murder?! You know, I’d really like to hear about the ‘murder’ thing too!” a brown-haired man next to the girl who’d spoken earlier said, clearly panicking. “It was an accident!” a different brown-haired girl wearing blue said. “Didn’t your boyfriend Jay Pee or whatever his name is pour the so-called ‘drain cleaner’?” a man wearing a magenta coat said. “My name is JD,” a teenage man in a trenchcoat said. “Wait a second, you’re JD?!” a man in a green waistcoat exclaimed.
The conversation was abruptly stopped by the sudden sound of a violin being played terribly filling the room. The screeching sound made everyone cover their ears, and several people swear loudly. The source of the violin was a teenage girl that Elsa hadn’t noticed before. “I’m sorry, but I had to get your attention somehow. Now, I’m Zoe, and I know why we’re here,” the girl said…