more randomness! hooray! chapter five to come once band camp relinquishes the cousiness. oh, band camp...

Elphaba belongs to Gregory Maguire. I - and my insanity -belong to me. yes. aren't you oh-so jealous.

Sara was gnawing on a roasted rabbit kabob going, "Nummiee nummiee nummiee nummiee..."

Elphaba, picking at her own dinner, watched with increasing annoyance as Sara suddenly turned her mumbling into a song.

"Nummie, Nummie nummieeeeeeee." Munch munch "Nummiee La LAAA!" Then she started grooving to the beat in her head, took a few more bites, then sang some more with her mouth full. "Nummie La la shaboo kabob, Uh! I munchie on the yummieeeee kabob. OOOH KABOB!" She stopped for a moment and said to Elphaba. "Wow. I like the acoustics in here. It's like one giant stone amplifier."

Elphaba's eyes got wide. That hadn't occurred to her. "Shut up you fool! Do you want to get us caught?"

"Oh, right. Gale Force. Sorry."

"How did you know about the Gale Force?"

Sara smirked. "You talk in your sleep."

"Really?"

"No."

Elphaba made a horrible face at her.

"Yish. Don't do that; it gives me the heebiejeebies."

"Then how did you know?"

"I'm not a complete idiot, your wickedness, I'm just severely immature." She stated, taking another bite. "And you'll have to remember that I'm still about 75percentcertain that I'm out cold on my bedroom floor and this is all nothing but a really weird dream."

"I suppose that would make a person act strangely."

"You know, with that in mind, I'm not all that worried about finding my cousin anymore. I mean, obviously this would be a WHOLE BUNCH more fun with her here, but if I'm going to wake up at any moment and find myself back in Indiana, does it really matter all that much?"

"Indiana?"

"It's a state, just like Kansas is."

"Interesting."

"Not really." Sara was quiet for a split second before she had another outburst. "OOH! We should give each other nicknames!"

"I don't think so."

"Nono it'll be fun. See, since everyone always takes the beginning of a name to make a nickname, I think we should use the end."

"Sara, please spare me,"

"See, I could call you Phaba, and you can call me.." here she stopped and made jazz hands, "..Ra!" She gave the Witch a big excited grin and bounced a little, awaiting the verdict.

"No." Elphaba said flatly.

"Poo."

They were silent for a little while as they finished their dinners. Sara sat her kabob stick down and sighed, looking at the "dishes" (flat rocks and big leaves) with concern. Then something dawned on her. She drew two large cobs of corn from her pocket and threw them - husks and all - onto the fire.

"What the hell?" Elphaba said as she dodged some flying embers.

"What? It's corn. Don't you eat vegetables either?"

"Where did you find that?"

"There's a farming community about three miles west." Then she blinked. "Holy crap I know my east from my west without a compass!"

"Farming community?" Elphaba said, and sprang up, beginning to worry her hands at her middle. "This was not in the plan. Oh, I should have been more careful..." She paced around the fire.

"What's the matter?"

"We're too close to civilization. I'm way off course. This is very bad."

"I wouldn't worry too much, I'm not sure they were a big threat," Sara said, turning the cobs over with a stick, "I mean, not that they were savages or anything. They seemed pretty much keep-to-themselves kind of people. In fact, my first thought was, 'oh my god I've found some pygmies in Oz.'"

"Pygmies?"

"They're these really tiny people in Africa or something..." Then it was Sara's turn to spring up. "Oh shit we're in Munchkinland!" Suddenly her face fell from panic to deep concentration. She looked at her feet as though trying to hear something. "Hello? This is Flying Lunatic. Come in Freak Machine. Freak Machine do you copy? This is Base Ops. Come in Freak Machine!"

Elphaba watched in horror as Sara began beating her head. The girl ran out of the cave, shouting, "Padded Room? Do you copy? This is Booby Hatch. Come in, Padded Room!" Sara was running in circles around trees pointing her head towards random directions, becoming more and more frantic with every attempt at connecting. "Renthead1 to Renthead2! What is your position!" Finally she stopped, threw her head back and shouted, at the top of her lungs, "IT WOULD REALLY HELP IF WE WOULD HAVE DECIDED WHICH CODE NAMES TO USE BEFORE WE GOT INTO THIS MESS!"

Sara turned to see the Witch running out in a panic to try and bring Sara back into the cave and make her shut up, and, out of reflex, she turned and ran the other way.