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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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