A/N: STORY TIME! Here we go.

Glinda fell through the ceiling of the startling white room. She landed with a plop on the carpeted floor, saved with her poofy dress. Fiyero fell next and landed next to Glinda but instead of falling on the floor like his blonde ex-fiancé he fell into a comfy chair that popped up just as he landed. Glinda looked away from it with anger, mad that she didn't get a chair to save her. A bright pink chair popped up for Glinda. She happily went and sat in it. Elphaba soon fell in a flash of green. "I got you, I got you." Fiyero yelled as he attempted to catch. She fell just out of his reach but bounced on a trampoline that was on the floor into his arms. "Well that worked." Fiyero said happily before carrying Elphaba to his chair and sitting with her in his lap, grinning from ear to ear. The chair transformed into a love seat. Elphaba moved closer, glad this wasn't one of those fanfics where he had died. Soon the rest of the Wicked characters fell in and soon there was an array of chairs of different sizes amongst the room. In a blinding light that only reverberated off the white walls, webeta entered, floating in the air without the assistance of a broomstick or bubble. As the light faded it showed that webeta was just being held up with some ropes. "Can you lower me down please?" The brunette asked. The ropes lowered her before setting her on the ground. "Thank you." With that the ropes vanished. A wooden chair, similar to her desk chair, popped up, with a light green comforter laid across it. Webeta sat in it and wrapped the comforter around herself before looking at Glinda, who was glaring at her maliciously. "What?" She asked.

"You. Paired. Me. With. Boq."

"Well you had to stay in character with my story." The authoress said, defending her Rent story. "And besides, the sequel like story got a lot of reviews, battling with my drabble series." She said, with a cheesy grin at her plug.

"I actually like your drabbles." Fiyero said. "They usually end with me and Elphaba kissing." Fiyero added.

"I like them because four out of five times you at least try and keep us in character." Elphaba said.

"Can you explain what we're doing here?" Boq piped up.

"Well, I was shifting through the Wicked fandom when I got this idea. I know its overly used but you all are going to stay in here and via review, people can send you fanmail, dares, and questions and you have to answer truthfully or else…well let me demonstrate Nessa, I'm going to ask you a question and you lie ok?" The girl said nicely. Nessa seemed uneasy, remembering the story she was last in involved her death.

"Okay…"

"Nessa, are you in a wheelchair?"

"No?" A bright lightning bolt shot out and zapped Nessa.

"And don't worry." The authoress said to Elphaba's glare and everyone else's uneasy looks. "It doesn't kill you it just gives you a shock. This room will provide everything you need for whatever the reviewers ask for. And again you have to do it or…" The authoress trailed off and looked at Nessa, who had burnt hair now. "So please review!" She said.

End Chapter. This is going to be fun…