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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-11-07 21:11:00

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andy gallagher, complete, day 22, giselle

Day Twenty-Two
Who: Andy, Giselle, and OTA
What: Having fun in the snow
When: Day 22, late afternoon
Where: in front of the Ski Resort Lodge
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Upon noticing that the weather had severely changed from the day previous, Andy had decided maybe it was better to stay inside. Yesterday’s hot sun and cloudless sky was replaced by a deceptive sunshine reflecting off snow on the ground. The one thing Andy wanted to do was, from what he could tell, going to have to be an individual activity. Of the people he’d met so far and taken a liking to, he somehow didn’t think Sam or Yvaine would be interested in packing up Moby Dick’s bong with him.

After a shower and having stocked up on snacks, Andy sat Indian-style on the center of the mattress on the floor and fired up the bong. With a little help of the Doors to spur him on, Andy hit on the thing until it was cashed and he set it aside carefully, laying back on the mattress with a stupid grin on his face as he let the sensation flow through his veins. Time dragged and his body felt weightless while simultaneously infinitely heavy. It wasn’t any sort of sensation he could describe to someone who’d never smoked, but he loved it just the same.

He had no idea how much time had passed before he got up and dragged himself to the window again. Y’know, he hadn’t seen snow in a long time. A million years, approximately. Or, you know, whatever, that’s what it felt like.

Turning away from the window again, Andy looked over at the dresser. “Got any coats?” he giggled as he advanced toward it, zipping up his hoodie. When he opened the top drawer, though, all he found was an abundance of balled up pairs of socks and neatly folded boxer shorts. Frowning, he looked around the room and noticed a door had appeared on the other far wall. “Ah, a closet... Clever, bedroom.”

He crossed the room again and pulled the door open, grinning at the assortment of winter and spring jackets inside. The one that caught his eye first was the bulkiest of the lot and when he reached out and grabbed it, he laughed. “Down? That’s awesome,” he mumbled as he pulled it on and drew it in around himself before leaving the room.

The air was cool and bit at his nose and cheeks when he walked out of the resident building. Shivering, he paused just outside the door and found himself staring at nothing in particular. The snow, maybe? Probably, since when he snapped out of it, there were purple spots blurring his vision which were likely caused by having looked at the sun’s reflection on the pristine snow for a little too long.

“All right, Planet...let’s see what you’ve got going on today,” he muttered as he trudged through the snow. There seemed to be a lot more hills and mountains on the horizon than he remembered, but then again, he wasn’t entirely with it, at that point, either.

Andy had no idea how much time had passed — ten minutes? Two hours? — between the time he’d left his room and the time he ended up where he was now, looking up at a large log cabin, its roof blanketed in snow. He looked over his shoulder and couldn’t see his building anymore. With a facial shrug, he looked back at the log cabin and sighed. Actually, he didn’t feel like walking anymore, after all. So, he dropped down into the snow and laid back. As it melted into his hair and against his neck, he smirked at the sensation of water droplets leaking into his shirt.

Oh! Oh! He knew what he could do while he was down here!

It had been God knows how long since the last time he’d made a snow angel. He’d been a kid, probably. Well, since he was already on the ground, cold and wet and not really caring at all, he might as well do it. He could probably make a pretty bad ass one now-a-days, too, since he was bigger. Oh, yeah...

Andy spread his legs and drew his arms up over his head before closing his legs and bringing his arms back down to his sides. He repeated the action a few more times before pausing. He should be getting up to take a look at his masterpiece, but he didn’t quite feel like moving yet. ...so, he closed his eyes against the sun’s bright shine and went on deepening the snow angel with the repetitive movements of his arms and legs.

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keoughr
2008-11-10 12:16 pm UTC (link)

Giselle was infinitely pleased with the change when she woke that morning with a small chill. It seemed that the drop in temperature out of doors seeped through the double doors that led to her balcony and touched the bare skin of the sleeping woman, which consequently caused her to wake. She pulled her thick covers over her exposed skin and turned so that she faced the doors. She could see that it was quite bright outside and it looked so clean. She could also see that a white powedery buildup had piled itself on the railing of her balcony and the floor outside the doors.

She'd never seen snow. It was always Spring or Summer or Fall in Andalasia, and she'd been to New York in the Summer, too. She slipped from her bed and held her arms out for the birds who perched on her wardrobe to bring her robe to her. She pulled it around her and tied the sash at the waist as she ventured toward the French double doors. She pulled them open and some of the powedery stuff spilled into her room and onto her plush carpet.

A bare toe touched it and she gasped at the icy feeling. She went back to her wardrobe and pulled some slippers on before she stepped onto her balcony, her feet sinking into the snow. She touched the snow on the railing and watched it fall off onto the ground below. A brow rose as she finally took in the fact that this powdery ice was all over the resort. It was shining and pristine and white. There were a few tracks in it, but for the most part it was smooth and perfect. A huge grin broke over her face and she began to belt out one of her morning songs.

When she finished, she bathed and dressed, finding that her closet had stocked itself with a ski outfit, along with some of those awesome moon boots, scarves, gloves, and hats. She bundled herself up, then found that she was much too hot to wear them inside. She removed everything but the ski outfit as she went down to the cafe for breakfast. She ate lightly of fresh strawberries, blueberries and raspberries, an english muffin and some orange juice.

She could almost not wait to get outside and ate hurriedly. Then, rushing from the cafe she pulled the rest of her outfit on before she trudged through the snow, following the tracks of someone else who'd gone before her. The tracks were deep in the snow and they wandered aimlessly for quite a ways. But they seemed to end abruptly. Giselle frowned and her brow furrowed. She caught sight of a dark shape in the snow and hurried toward it.

The man had his eyes closed and his limbs were moving up and down. She wondered if he was trying to get up, and she briefly envisioned a turtle stuck on its back. "Are... are you alright? Do you need help getting up?" She spoke out tentatively, concern written on her brow as she leaned over the man.

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brain_ninja
2008-11-10 01:44 pm UTC (link)

At the sound of another person's voice -- a woman's voice -- Andy's eyes snapped open. She was leaning over him, looking concerned. He thought maybe he'd heard her ask if he was all right or needed help getting up and he shook his head a little, grinning lazily up at her. "'m fine," he drawled out. "What? You've never made a snow angel before?" he asked. Yeah, it was childish, but who cared? She looked far too concerned for her to be worried about him being immature; it looked like she had no idea what he was doing. "You from out west...or south...or down under, or something?" Maybe where she was from, there wasn't snow. He knew those places existed, after all...it had been a while since last he'd seen snow, too, if he was honest.

Andy sat up and shook his head roughly to rid his hair of the snow and then wavered there, dizzy from the quick movement that his slow motion-running body and mind disliked. That was weird, since he thought he'd taken it pretty slowly. Apparently not.

Once again there were purple spots clouding his vision from the too-bright sun and he blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the light again. When the spots cleared, he looked back at the woman. "I'm Andy, by the way," he introduced himself as he stared blankly at her, head swimming pleasantly.

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keoughr
2008-11-14 12:01 pm UTC (link)

Giselle's alabaster brow was creased with worry when the young man's eyes snapped open and he drawled out that he was fine. A strawberry brow rose over her vivid blue eyes and she shook her head to his question. "No, is that what you're doing?" She looked at the imprint he'd made in the snow and found that it did somewhat resemble an angel.

"I'm from Andalasia. We didn't have snow there. It was always rather even temperatured, actually." She watched him sit up and shake his head to rid it of snow and saw more clearly the imprint in the snow beneath him. She giggled slighly at the look on his face. He seemed a little out of sorts.

She crouched and held out her hand to him. "I'm Giselle! It's very nice to meet you Andy." She grinned and then she began to lose her balance. The woman was rather graceful, even when she was falling. She landed with a soft plop in the snow beside the young man and lay there for a moment, stunned. Snow seeped into her collar and pooled against her neck as it melted. It also got beneath the edges of her gloves.

"Oooo, it's cold!" She giggled.

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brain_ninja
2008-11-14 08:06 pm UTC (link)

Andy smiled a little as he caught her taking in the shape of the imprint he’d left in the snow. “Yeah,” he replied. “Snow angels are awesome,” he added, his smile morphing into a grin.

He cocked his head slightly sideways. “Andalasia?” he asked. Andy had never heard of such a place. His geography skills were quite admittedly lacking, though, so perhaps it was just a small city or something in another country. He barely knew all fifty states, sometimes, so that wasn’t a stretch. “Where’s that? In...Asia...?” he guessed stupidly. As soon as the question was out of his mouth he sniggered, having amused himself. He noticed that she was giggling, too. “Did I miss something?” He wanted to enjoy the joke, too, whatever it was.

When the woman crouched beside him and held out a hand, introducing herself, he took her hand and, as she toppled into the snow, he gave her hand a weak shake, smirking. She didn’t move right away. Andy figured since she’d never seen snow, she was just trying to get the feel of it. He laughed when she announced in an amused tinkle of a giggle that it was cold.

“Yeah, it’s just uh...like, not-totally-frozen water. Or something. But it’s awesome. You can make snow angels, you can have snowball fights...” he paused and held both hands out in front of himself, fingers spread widely as his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened with excitement. “Oh! Let’s make a snow fort! Wanna make a snow fort, Giselle? It’ll be so awesome...” he breathed excitedly as he jumped to his feet. Lightheaded, he promptly lost his balance and fell back into the snow beside her.

After a short pause, he laughed and turned his head to look over at her. “Do you smoke? We could make a snow fort and smoke in there! Oh my God, that'd be so sweet...”

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keoughr
2008-11-16 04:12 pm UTC (link)

Almost as soon as she said it she regretted telling him she was from Andalasia. She should have said New York, that seemed a little less unfamiliar to most people. "Yeah, it's uh...land far away. Not in Asia." She smiled slightly and changed the subject. "No, you just looked a little confused for a moment."

As Andy let go of her hand after giving it probably one of the weakest shakes she'd ever felt, she stretched her arms and legs out, thinking she could probably make one of those snow angels that Andy had made as well. She moved her arms and legs the way she'd seen him do and then sat up to look behind her. She was thrilled with the result. "Look! I made one, too!"

She looked over at him as he seemed to have an ephiphany. "A snow fort?" She wasn't exactly sure what that was. "Alright!" She agreed. She still hadn't gotten to her feet, and she giggled as he fell over beside her. "Are you okay?" She was still giggling and had brought her hand up to her mouth, trying not to laugh too much.

"No, I don't smoke, but we could still make a snow fort." She scooped up some of the snow and packed it into a ball. She set it down and made another one. And then she picked both of them up and hurled them as far as she could. She watched them arc high in the sky and then plummet to the ground and leave a hole in the snow where they landed. Snow was definitely fun to play with.

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brain_ninja
2008-11-16 05:26 pm UTC (link)

Andy nodded, his eyes far off again. There was so much to see, but Andy wasn't actually seeing any of it. "Oh," he replied absently when she said Andalasia wasn't in Asia. He looked over at her when she spoke again, grinning lazily back at her. "Huh? Oh, no." He laughed. "I'm just a little...woo...you know. Ya know?" he asked.

She moved her arms and legs, successfully creating a snow angel of her own. Andy was amused by her enthusiasm and excitement at the result. "Hey, look at that," he laughed. "You did. Lookin' good, Giselle. Lookin' good," he agreed.

Andy looked over at her excitedly when she agreed to make a snow fort. "Oh, sweet! Yes! Okay..." he said quickly, rolling over onto his stomach and getting up on all fours before leaning back on his heels. "Yeah, I'm good," he laughed. She was giggling again. Andy raised an eyebrow when she said she didn't smoke. "Y'sure?" he joked. She certainly seemed like she was on the same wavelength as he was, but far be it for him to push.

He watched as she made a couple of snowballs and pitched them. "Nice arm," he complimented as he stood and surveyed the area. "All right, well, you've got the idea with the snowballs...so that's a good start. We can just use really big snowballs as the base. Less work for us," he told her as he packed a handful of snow into a ball, setting it gently down on the ground. He rolled it forward, packing it again when the snow stuck to it, making it bigger. "See?" he asked, looking over at her and pushing the snowball further forward to make it bigger still.

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keoughr
2008-11-21 12:05 pm UTC (link)

She giggled again. He was funny. Kind of silly, like a child. She liked him very much. "I'm sure." She sat back on her own heels and watched him roll the big snowball around, gathering more snow until it was larger than it started out as. Her eyes widened and she clapped, snow flying from the gloves as they smacked together. "Oh, that is wonderful!"

She leapt to her feet and then crouched down to scoop snow into her hands. She packed it into a small snowball and then added more and more snow until it was a good sized one. Then she dropped it on the ground and began to roll it around the way that Andy had done, stopping to pack it down every once in a while.

She looked over her shoulder at him and her breath came out in a white fog. "How big should they be?" She continued to roll it until it was an appropriate size and then began on another one. This was fun! And it was a workout. She was breathing fairly heavily when she was done with her fourth big snowball. "How many do we need?" She had no experience making snow forts. Or any fort at all for that matter.

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brain_ninja
2008-11-23 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Giselle seemed impressed by something as simple as the snowball getting bigger. Since she'd never seen snow before, Andy figured that was fair enough, although that didn't stop him from finding it amusing.

It got a bit more difficult to push the snowball as it got much larger. Andy couldn't help grunting a bit with exertion. "Big as you can make it," he said through gritted teeth before stopping and sitting back in the snow, smirking and wiping his brow. "Try and get it as close to mine as you can, too, so we can build the fort easier," he advised.

He'd already started on his next snowball when she asked how many they needed to make. "Lots," he said with a big grin. "Lots and lots. The more we make, the bigger the fort," he clarified.

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keoughr
2008-11-25 04:45 pm UTC (link)

Lots and lots. The more we make, the bigger the fort." She grinned at him and nodded with understanding. She started work on her fifth snowball and rolled it around on the ground. She grunted as she pushed it up against the others that were starting to form a sort of row. "You know... I saw something like this in a magazine in the library. It had a yellow cover." She was wracking her brain, trying to remember the name of the magazine. "National...". She groped for it, and wiped her snow laden glove across her nose, leaving a smattering of snow that soon melted to water.

It made her think about Katara. If the girl could make water do what she wanted it to, could she make snow do it too? She would have to ask her the next time she saw her. "I think they called it an igloo. But it looked like it was made out of blocks of ice." She looked up at him to see if he knew what she was talking about.

She packed more snow into a snowball and began to roll it around and around until it was the proper size. In doing so, she noticed that the snow never seemed to lessen, even where it clung to her rolling snowballs. It just sort of replenished itself. She had been wondering if they would be able to see grass again if they concentrated enough of the snow into the fort, but that didn't seem to be the case. No grass until the Planet wanted them to see grass.

She pushed the ball up against the others in the row and patted it into place. Even with the two of them it was slow work. She wished she had some of Narissa's powers, only good ones, though. It would have been easier to make the snowballs by magic and pile them up on each other. She shrugged at her internal thoughts and started on yet another snowball.

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brain_ninja
2008-11-29 11:38 am UTC (link)

You know... I saw something like this in a magazine in the library. It had a yellow cover. National..."

"Geographic?" Andy supplied. When Giselle went on, Andy nodded. "Yeah, National Geographic. Sounds like you were reading about Eskimos. A snow fort is sort of the same thing as an igloo, except, you know...it's snow instead of ice," he replied.

He pushed his current snowball up against hers and started to pack snow between the gaps to connect them. "See?" he asked. "Makes it easier to make walls when the snowballs do all the work and you just have to connect 'em," he explained. When he'd finished packing snow into the gaps on the top and bottom, he stepped back and looked over their work, nodding. "Yeah this is totally gonna be bad ass when we're done," he mused with a smirk. "Oh! Oh! We should make a window. Leave a space between these and the next snowball and we'll just pack snow up around it so we have a place to look out."

A mischievous grin crossed over Andy's face as he looked around to see some people milling around the resort in the distance both in front of them and behind them. "We can hide in the fort and ambush people with snowballs when they walk by," he laughed. "God, I love snow!"

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keoughr
2008-12-02 04:32 pm UTC (link)

"Yes! That's it!" She crowed happily. She nodded when he spoke of the differences between a snow fort and an igloo. Standing back, she watched him pack snow between their giant snowballs, like a cement a bricklayer might use to keep the bricks stuck together. It was ingenious. "Wow, look at that!" She grinned.

"Bad ass?" Even though she'd lived in New York for a time, it hadn't been long enough to pick up on all the slang. The words seemed strange coming out of her mouth, like she was too genteel to say them. But she didn't know what they meant and said them innocently.

"Okay, I'll make sure I don't put a snowball there then." She pointed to the area he mentioned. "But how are we going to keep it from falling in when we do the top of the window?" She put a gloved finger to her lip in thought.

She giggled and returned to working on making snowballs, then looked back at him when he mentioned throwing snowballs at people from behind the fort. "Why would we do that? Isn't that rather mean?" She questioned, curiously. She came from a world where love was a big thing. True love even bigger, and evil and anger were foreign. She hadn't even known that the old hag was a witch in disguise who wanted to ruin her life.

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brain_ninja
2008-12-02 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Giselle seemed really impressed with Andy and his work on the fort. He grinned. It was kind of nice to have someone thinking he was smart instead of assuming the opposite for a change.

She was, however, either painfully innocent and naive or they didn't use the same slang in Andalasia. "Yeah, you know, bad ass. Like...friggin' sweet," he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "Cool. Awesome. They're interchangeable," he added.

He pushed another snowball up against the ones they'd already put there and packed snow around it, creating one of the fort's corners. "Oh, we don't do the top, cuz, yeah, it'd cave in. We could do a half-sized snowball, actually, now that I think of it and then just whatever's left at the top could be the window," he said thoughtfully.

When he'd mentioned the snowball throwing, she asked why they would. "Well...I don't mean, like, hurt anybody or anything," he laughed. "Just goofing off. I mean, it could be mean, yeah, if we were being, like, malicious about it, but I like to think of it more as mischievous, personally. You don't have to, if you don't wanna," he said with a shrug. It didn't matter to him either way. Throwing snowballs at people would lose its luster the second someone decided he wasn't funny, anyway, so if Giselle didn't want to, it didn't bother him.

Grunting, Andy pushed up another snowball and then stepped back to survey the whole of the fort again. "I'm thinking five in each direction should do it," he said. "You think that'll be big enough?" Hey, it was her fort, too, after all...

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