Room 215, Tuesday Evening

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith had started her day by realizing she had hair and the right body again--in that order--and then shouting, "Thank the Mists!" because that totally wasn't unusual if you were from Germany. Totally.

She'd spent the rest of her day playing dress-up in her winter wardrobe, because she could wear her clothes again. Bliss!

((Open door, open post!))

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[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

Elphaba stopped by Medusalith's room, partially because the girl was someone she felt she could converse with without worry about pretense.

She knocked on the door and smiled. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

[nohaircutsplz]

"No, not at all," Medusalith said. "I've just been enjoying being a girl again."

Elphaba should really consider wearing more color. Something to bring out that green.

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

Elphaba's wardrobe was sadly lacking in a lot of color. Or much beyond blacks, dark blues, and grays. "It's refreshing, isn't it?" she said. "I think the awkwardness and confusion was quite worth it all. It really helped me appreciate how much I like not being a boy."

[nohaircutsplz]

"I have my hair back!" Medusalith reported.

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"It was shorter when you transformed?" Elphaba said. "Mine was shortened as well. I was still green, but a boy with boyish hair. The magic of the island has a... peculiar sense of humor."