"I Was Looking For Off-Handed Ways to Improve Us..."

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PHOTOFIC ME!

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O:D

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Tin Woodsman of Oz is one of the books I just get, and I'm not finished yet. Go again? (EEEEEEEEEEEE ^_____________^)

[mhari.livejournal.com]

^___^ So cute!

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

I'll just have to keep asking 'til you get there. :D

Lise/Zara, "rose"

XD! Oh, Gideon.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Eddy tapped the fellow on his shoulder, smiling brightly. "I say, you wouldn't happen to know where I can accost and bother a young Miss Rosa Bud, would you?"

The officer turned around and looked at him hard. "Accost and bother, did you say?"


...anachronismpolicehi.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Yay! ^____^

[karla-yonit.livejournal.com]

Laertes/Lamond, gray.

(By the way, do you know the musical Mystery of Edwin Drood?)

[bewareofitalics]

I thought you said you just had Magic and Glinda left...? But, anyway! Um... Polychrome, mud. (*beams*)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Sadist. *hits with teatowel*

"We'll never reach an agreement on anything else." He grinned at her charmingly, except that on him it looked less charming and more come-hither. "So let's agree to hate each other."

"Fine by me," she snapped.

"And by the way, have you ever heard of a love-hate relationship?"

She slapped him.

~~~

Ophelia crawls through the garden on her hands and knees, putting her fingers down the holes in the grass. "O--"

"'Tis a mole," Horatio tells her softly, kneeling down beside her. She sits up on her heels like a rabbit to look at him.

"What am I?"

"Thou'rt Ophelia," as her takes one of her muddy hands, and kisses her cheek. They are both weeping.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Lamond?

(Book and musical, I'm good on both.)

[karla-yonit.livejournal.com]

He's mentioned when Laertes comes back to Denmark, he's a Norman who said Laertes was a great fencer, or something. I wanted to see if it would work. ;)

(Jasper/Crisparkle, then. Since Paget/Moncrieffe is actually sort of canon in our production.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

It turned out I was wrong...! So I decided to remedy the situation at once.

She danced and turned cartwheels where the rain had fallen, after her father put her down. Her fingers turned rainbow in the mud.

[bewareofitalics]

Ah! So now you have Tin Woodman and which other?

*applauds!* And to continue the Oz theme, only eviller... Kaliko/Roquat-or-Ruggedo, root? *smiles innocently*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

All right, fine, let's see if I can pull this off.

"Didst boast to them of how I fence, sir?" Laertes stroked his shoulder, but didn't manage a laugh. "Thou knowst I am naught but myself."

"Thyself is great, knowst thou not that? I told them truth. Thou canst beat the man who slew thy--"

Lamond was cut off by a kiss on his cheek. "Speak not o' that. I shall do only what I know."


...nokeyword, ha.

(Let's see, now--

"I didn't kill him. You know that," Jasper whispered through the window of the confessional. All he could see of the reverend from where he knelt was an eye and a bit of grey hair. "I might be mad, but I didn't kill him. You know me too well to think so."

"Yes," Crisparkle said. "I know you too well."

...withthekeyword!)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

But of course!

He's right. You know he's right.

Zara doesn't know anything about flowers. They don't mean anything to her, and she doesn't like them. She can't really imagine anybody liking them. But rosehips aren't flowers, and they're even useful, so it doesn't seem quite as absurd when a little bunch of them end up getting passed across the counter with the bread money she pays every week.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Magic, I think. Both of which I fail at reading just yet. *is ded and awful*

...hateyou.

Roquat's throwing a tantrum again, which is obvious because of the Nomes being flung unceremoniously out of his throne room. Kaliko sighs and goes in, hiding behind a root to avoid the Nome hurled at his head, and then clears his throat.

"Your Royal--"

"Oh, it's you. All right, fine, come in."

Kaliko manages a smile.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

...I have to butt in and say--

OMG DED. XDDD

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

They're being affectionate! They're so close..!

Charles Darnay/Marius Pontmercy

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

XD Eddy's going to diiiiiiiiiieeee.

[bewareofitalics]

Magic is fun. Lots of Bungle! And something which could almost be considered a crackplot!

...actually, now that I think about it, there are two plots in that book and they're both awfully cracky. Heh.

...loveyou! And since you handled the evil so well, I will now be nice. *g* Scraps/Scarecrow/Tin Man, water?

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

--secret twist! It was the police officer.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

They are! XD

Marius' grandfather has a friend he loves to take Marius to visit, a friend he talks about sometimes glowingly, sometimes grumpily. Marius is fifteen, and the stories about the war thrill him until he can't look at M. Darnay without feeling a flutter of excitement.

[eremon-lass.livejournal.com]

I love you so much even when you hit me with teatowels, though I suppose I deserved that XD.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Charles and Marius (and Cosette and Lucie) are basically the same person. XD

Eddy Droooood! (And Rosa, too, optionally) :D "medicine" (Because the Opening Random Books For Words Game is fun!)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee, Bungle! Bungle who does not love Bucky and Bustopher! And crackplots! Eeeee!

...GACK.

The Tin Woodsman gallantly took them all out walking, while Scraps danced out rhymes and the Scarecrow gazed at her and admired them wisely. The Scarecrow's wisdom had always amazed the Tin Woodsman.

When they found themselves stopped in front of a stream, for water agreed with none of them, he turned to his friend for help.

"Why, we shall sit here," said the Scarecrow. "Obviously we are meant to go no further."

"If where you are means what you should do, then when you are could mean that, too," Scraps cried.

"What should we do?" the Tin Woodsman enquired politely.

In a flurry of coloured cloths and calico, Scraps pounced them both.

[karla-yonit.livejournal.com]

I love the second particularly. :D (A keyword would be important, wouldn't it?)

Rosa/Ophelia, veil. >:)