Motion Pictures in Aldeon (Elphaba/open)

[Oswald the Lucky Rabbit]

It had taken awhile to convince the owners of theater that it was possible, but he had done it. Walt would be so proud of Oswald. In only a few moments, he would introduce all of Aldeon to the magic of motion pictures. He had arranged for a large screen to be placed over the stage and had a camera place in a new room in the back of the theater. Oswald appeared at the front of the stage to start the show.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "May I have your attention please. Tonight I prensent to you not a play or live production, but a new technology which allows me to project moving images on the screen behind me. Tonight's show will tell the tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, as told by Walt Disney Studios of Hollywood, California."

As Oswald returned to his reserved seat, he said, "Okay, smokey. Roll 'em."

[Elphaba]

Elphaba snarled, fingers clenching on the broom beneath her fingertips. Blue eyes were narrowed into fine slits, the dress, made of patchwork, billowing behind her with loud snaps and cracks as the wind ushered through it. Two winged monkeys attended her, both flying steadily, both itching to speak but understanding their mistresses displeasure. Aledon was both a source of hatred and intrigue for their dear friend. She visited the city often. She hated the Wizard... but he was no longer here. He enslaved animals, took their ability to speak and for what? To make the people love him? To increase his wealth and his riches? Elphaba's mouth curled into a sneer as she skated down the streets. Elphaba had been their hero, she had freed them, returned their ability of speech. Elphaba had been the good witch, the wizard had been most foul... but the wizard loved his power and the wizard had made her out to be the bad guy and because her appearance was so foul and because her countenance was so hardened from being so mistreated, she had been the perfect candidate. They hated her for saving a race. They despised her for standing up for something good...

But they didn't know her here, here she was just Elphaba. She wasn't the Wicked Witch Of The West. She breathed in deeper, pulling the hood of her dress up and over her face, shielding it from view, slipping inside one of the buildings her monkey companions slid into the shadows, awaiting her return. She had set them free and they would serve her until their dying day. Loyalty, unwavering. Elphaba watched, cold blue eyes as the man announced the motion pictures. She wanted to tear it down, set flame to the wretched machine that lit the screen. Such images, such lies were the reason she was hated so terribly. The emerald woman said nothing, did nothing, stood in the back of the theatre with a fierce snarl on her face and watched.

[Oswald the Lucky Rabbit]

Oswald returned to his seat, which was right next to Elphaba's. He didn't mind sitting in the back because it allowed him to see the movie perfectly. The opening credits began to roll and Oswald couldn't help a tear of pride from rolling down his cheek.

At last, this world would know the sense of wonder and magic his father had brought to his own. He had to spread the word to somebody of the man who had made the film showing tonight possible.

"I apologize in advance for talking during a movie," he whispered, leaning toward Elphaba, "but I just had to say that my father, Walt Disney, made this film. Great stuff, isn't it?"

When the credits were over and the prologue explained the story, Oswald shivered as the Wicked Queen appeared and summoned the magic mirror.

"Pretty spooky, huh?" he asked Elphaba, making sure his father's work had the same emotional response it did back in his world.

[Elphaba]

Someone sat next to her, but Elphaba didn't flinch, the hood kept the witch's emerald skin concealed from view as the movie dragged on. Her fingers tightened, nails digging into the palm of her hand, ivory teeth grinding together as the moving motion picture forced her to remember. All of the lies, all of the torture, all of the pain, all of the death caused by the one that was supposed to rule Oz with a just and loving hand. Blood oozed from her palms, coating her skin. The one beside her kept speaking, clearly pleased with himself for projecting such lies, but finally Elphaba could take no more, her patience had reached its limit.

Rising abruptly, lips coiling over her mouth in a sneer, she would snarl out the venemous words that were logged in the back of her throat. "You project these lies for amusement and you think of none of the reprocussions!" Elphaba snapped and turned on her heel, dress snapping as she strode towards the exit. She would not be apart of these lies, this place was just as foul as Oz.