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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.