Is That Your Final Answer?

A/N: A special thanks to PocketSevens for this weeks idea.

"Hello, and welcome back to our show, Is That Your Final Answer, where the readers dictate what happens!" A round of applause rang out, muffling the short theme that was playing the background.

"Today as you may have notice, we are not filming from our studio, but we are live from the Gershwin Theatre in New York City!" The red curtain swiftly parted, revealing the cast members, each one was highlighted with a small stream of light originating from the fly space.

"Introducing today's game, we have PocketSevens!"

"The instructions are simple," the fanfictioner explained, "The New York Challenge is the name of the game. All of you will race from here, the Gershwin Theatre on Broadway, all the way to the Summer Stage in Central Park."

"Is that a long way?" Fiyero asked in a slightly whiny tone.

Boq also has a question of his own, "What's a New York?"

Nessarose promptly turns in her chair to explain to the munchkin as PocketSevens goes on. "You must do all of this as quickly as possible and without a map or the use of magic. The first one to the stage in Central Park wins the challenge."

A stage hand walks by and hands every one a simple, black, band. "Black?" Galinda cried, "Isn't there a pink one?" She stood on her tiptoes to look at the few bracelets the stage hand had left.

"No," the boy said, "they're all back." A small smile of relief spread across Elphaba's countenance at his words.

"What you are now receiving," the host explained, "are tracking bracelets. You may wear them in whatever way you want as long as you wear them and do not take them off. Any one who takes off the tracking device will be instantly disqualified."

Galinda looked at the bracelet as though it had curled up and died as she forced it onto her wrist. Everyone else, however, did not complain about the color and put them on without a fight.

"W-what happens if we get lost?" A small voice pops up from the stage; Boq, who had finally stopped Nessa from her long explanation, only moments before.

"That's what the tracking device is for. Not just so we know who's ahead. If you get lost, we can find you." The small man gave a sigh of relief and scooted subtly away from the girl in the chair.

After a few more minutes of rules and regulations, the cast found themselves ready for action. The host moves back up in front of the orchestra pit and pauses dramatically before saying, "You may begin."

Before even a clock tick could pass, Fiyero had jumped off the apron, clattering into the orchestra pit. Many people in the audience- mostly fiyeraba fans stood up in their seats at that time, trying to peer into the pit. Whispers of concern and a few small shrieks were stiffled by Fiyero's confident, "I'm okay!"

Galinda peered over the edge of the apron. "Are you okay, Fiyero?" She asked, ignoring his statement and making a show of her concern for him.

"Idiots," Elphaba scoffed, making her way backstage. Boq and Nessarose followed soon thereafter. Fiyero pulled a chair up and peered into the audience. A few people started to aid him, but he insisted that he could take care of it himself.

After a few minutes of struggle, Fiyero finally scrambled out. "See? Everything's alright."

"You're already behind!" An audience member called out, gesturing to the empty stage. "Get going!"

Fiyero nodded and started down through the theatre, appreciating some of the sighs from fangirls as he passed. When the door had shut, silecne spread over the theatre.

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"And we're back!" The host finally said as the commercial faded away. "This is Areyoufeelingwicked at the Summer Stage in Central Park. No one has arrived yet but as of right now, it seems Elphaba Thropp is in the lead suprisingly."

"You'd think that someone like Fiyero or Galinda or even Boq would be in first place," Pocket Sevens, our temporary cohost for the day said.

"Well yes, but it seems that Mr. Tiggular went the wrong direction and found a way to remove his tracking device." This earned a few laughs from the relocated audience. "And Galinda's tracker says she's along broadway- shopping no doubt. And Boq's tracker has him located not far behind. And Nessa's stuck at a light."

*Later*

Elphaba was the first person to arrive at the stage. She stood all alone, all the way to stage right. "This is exciting," she said, drawing a book out from the depths of her bag.

The next closest contestant from Elphaba was Galinda, who was still quite a way aways, and appeared to still be shopping. But, just as the green girl's voice rose up from the stage, a cloaked figure appeared with a matching hat. Somewhere in the distance, a taxi squealed off, making its way to a new destination.

"What's that all about?" The host whispered as the cloaked figure came closer and closer. "Security!"

The man walked right up to the cohost and opened his trench coat. "Want one of these?" A familiar voice asked. Inside the jacket was only one small, black, band. PocketSevens plucked the band out from the coat and held it up to examine it.

"Looks familiar."

"Let me see that!" Elphaba said from the stage, sliding her book back inside of her bag. PocketSevens threw the black band up to the girl on the stage. Her long, green, fingers held the bracelet up to her wrist. "Idiot!" She exclaimed. "Why would you try and sell your tracking device to the people who gave it to you?"

Fiyero took off his hat. "Must you be such a killjoy?" He whined, throwing his hat to the audience. "I was just trying to have some fun!"

"How did you even get here? You were going the wrong direction," The hostess asked.

"Magic!" Fiyero said, looking off into the middle distance and waving a hand as though casting a spell with it.

"Hilarious, we all know you couldn't do magic if you tried." Elphaba's words brought a frown on Fiyero's face. Somehow, he had managed to appear next to Elphaba on the stage.

"Fine, I took a cab." He slid out of his jacket and let it hang on Elphaba's shoulders. Unamused, she ripped it off and threw it back at him.

"Why, I ought to-"

She was interrupted by Galinda's jabber as she entered with Boq not far behind, carrying a mountain of boxes and bags. Elphaba snorted at the sight.

"Can you believe the shops here?" She chattered to a nearby girl, it was a wonder she could understand her at all. Galinda was talking faster than any speed previously known to man. "Just look at these shoes! Their perfect!" She hitched her dress up- though it didn't need to be- and showed the girl her hot pink heels.

"They're very nice," the girl remarked. But Galinda was already gone. She stood next to Fiyero, and Boq stood next to her. He gently set down the bags and boxes one by one.

"There you go Miss Galinda," said he.

The blonde wasn't listening, she was too busy looking at Fiyero, showing off her complete change in wardrobe."Thank you, Biq."

"It's Boq."

"Yes, yes..." She said, still not paying attention.

"Well, it seems as though every contestant is here except for Miss. Nessarose! The first place player will recive five hundred points and each place will continue to recieve one hundred points less than the place before it. By the way, Fiyero, you're disqualified." The host explained. The winky shrugged and flashed the audience his most award winning smile.

Just as she finished saying this, a very frustrated Nessarose wheeled up, genuinely annoyed. "Longest redlights I've ever seen and so many people, cars and no one will help you! I hate it here!" She grumbled on and on.

"There you have it folks! In first place- Elphaba Thropp, Galinda Upland in second, Boq in third and Nessa in fourth. Fiyero, you're still disqualified for taking a cab."

"Catch us next time for Is That Your Final Answer! Thank you, and goodnight!" PocketSeven says before the program came to an end.

A/N:

I really am sorry for the wait, hope you enjoyed it.

Reviews are funny.