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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday evening

Bruce had gotten over his cold just in time to be transformed into a poor excuse for a ninja last night. He woke up on a park bench this morning in a damp ninja costume with a little bit of a headache.

It had not been a pleasant few days.

And that's why Bruce was in the common room tonight with a DVD (to avoid the horrors of the TV's hatred of him) of a ~~meta for~~ Zorro movie. Were there some negative associations there? Yes, of course. But he still loved those old movies. There was just something about a rich playboy dressing up in a mask and cape to help people in need that appealed to him.

He even made popcorn in case anyone else stopped in and wanted to snack during the adventures of one of the greatest fictional characters ever created.

[OOC: I'm bored. OPEN CR!]

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Elphaba was on the wrong floor, but she was on a hunt.

"Are there any apples in here?" she asked as she strolled in the common room door. "I can't seem to find any on my own floor." She barely even glanced at the TV.

"I don't know. But you're more than welcome to check the fridge," Bruce said. "Looking for a very specific snack?"

"Most of the other snacks aren't quite to my liking," Elphaba said. "I have my principles and I must stick to them." She started looking in the fridge and turned back to look at the TV properly. "A man with a sword and mask?"

"Righting wrongs in a historically inaccurate version of Spanish California, yes," Bruce said. "I've always been a fan of these movies."

"If he's writing wrongs, why does he need to hide?" Elphaba asked. "I thought it was usually the villains who hid their faces."

"Because he's usually righting wrongs committed by the Spanish soldiers who control the state," Bruce explained. "If the soldiers are after the masked man, then he can walk around freely as a civilian. Also, a masked man works better as a symbol."

"As a symbol?" Elphaba asked, skeptical. She retrieved an apple from the fridge crisper and walked over to get a closer look. "I'd think people would have trouble trusting him."

"The mask elevates him. Because of what he is and what he's doing, he's more than a mere man," Bruce said. "The people of California don't need to trust him on a personal level. They just have to see his actions and learn to trust those over time."

SOMEBODY had thought about this before.

"And hope that no one with the same mask goes around stealing from people," Elphaba said. "The problem with a mask is that it could be anyone. Especially an outfit so... black."

Said the girl who wore mostly dark colors.

"There are some people here who have looked virtually identical to other people," Bruce said. "But the differences stand out. It could be the way the hair is done, or one person is taller than the other, or they speak differently. Just because someone can copy an outfit with a mask doesn't mean they can copy a style."

"It's not a gamble I'd take," Elphaba admitted, shaking her head. "But then again, I've never truly had to worry about not being unique."

She took a loud bite of her apple.

"You say that like being unique is a bad thing," Bruce said.

Elphaba chuckled and shook her head, while she chewed her bite of apple. After she swallowed, she spoke. "Depends on how you're treated for your uniqueness," she remarked. "You seem to rather like the masked gentleman. Is he a hero of yours?"

Yes, she was shifting the subject. Sometimes she wasn't quite comfortable talking about herself, even when she originally broached the subject.

"I always loved these movies when I was a child," Bruce said, allowing the subject change. "Somebody who's willing to put absolutely everything at risk to help people no matter the cost is usually an appealing hero in fiction."

Elphaba had to admit, that was appealing to her as well. "And he's fighting against a government that is wronging the people?" she asked. "That must be even harder. To be a rebel for good, it's almost unthinkable."

"Not really. It's happened all throughout history," Bruce said. "The movies are laughable in terms of historical accuracy, but the spirit of revolt in the name of freedom and right is actually reasonable."

"Perhaps in this world," Elphaba said. "I can hardly think of any rebellions in Oz. Even when the Wizard graciously took over for the royal line," she didn't quite believe the rumors that it was less than pleasant, "it was quite peaceful."

"Your home is lead by a wizard?" Bruce asked.

"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, he's called," Elphaba said. "Though hardly anyone ever sees him. But he saw Oz out of the great drought, which was a hardship for us all. He's a good leader."

"A wonderful one, even," Bruce said.

He had doubts about anyone who had 'Wonderful' in his name.

"I didn't come up with the name," Elphaba said, making a little face. "No fair to make fun."

"I'm not making fun. I'm just being suspicious of anyone who would include something like that in his official name," Bruce mused.

"I don't think he chose it, either," Elphaba said. "But he came from the sky, which was something no one had seen before."

"What does 'he came from the sky' mean exactly?" Bruce asked.

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