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Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina (ex_darkchyld899) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-17 20:49:00

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andy gallagher, complete, day 32, illyana rasputin

Day 32: Tree House Time!
WHO: Illyana and Andy
WHAT: It is time to build a tree house
WHEN: Day 32, early/mid-afternoon
WHERE: the edge of the trees out back behind the residence buildings
RATING: um...PG-13 to be safe
STATUS: Incomplete

Hangover miraculously cured by a long draught of clear liquid, Illyana felt at last ready to greet the day. It was about time she and Andy got started on their tree house. They'd been talking about it for a couple of days, but thanks to those forced group-things, neither had been able to get started. Today, that was going to change. Best way to deal with problems was to keep going, keep living. At least, that's how the New Mutants dealt with things. After Doug had died, Magneto hadn't let them sit and mope for long. After the news about Piotr in Dallas, he'd given her time to rant and rail, yes, but in the end she'd had to keep going, keep up her studies. When things sucked, you gave fate the finger and kept going.

After lunch, Illyana headed out to the trees and scanned them carefully. Most looked like suitable tree house trees, at least at first glance. Branches large enough to hold platforms and wide enough to support the weight grew partway up the tall trunks. She found one she liked just inside the first line of trees, which left a bit of a natural buffer between the tree house and the open field leading back to the resort. This spot wasn't too far off from where the snowman army had been days before, which also suited her. It would stand a memorial to the melted army.

"Tools," she said out loud. "Hammers and nails, saws, and some timber, if you don't want us cutting too many of your trees down, Planet." She knew killing wasn't allowed, and was pretty sure, after her rather explosive arrival, that felling trees wasn't considered killing, but it was possible the Planet had simply chosen to overlook her destruction of its life that one time, as a favor or something. "Oh, and some rope, so we can haul stuff up and down," she added, watching the required items appear in front of her.

The Planet could teleport things around. Others could teleport here. It really wasn't fair. She scowled at the materials for a moment, and her hand drifted to the amulet around her neck. Always safer to wear it, especially if there was a chance of getting upset in public. Last thing she needed was to spoil her growing friendship by going demon on Andy. She sighed and surveyed the materials again, trying to figure out the best way to start the project.

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ex_darkchyld899
2009-03-03 01:24 pm UTC (link)

"I get it!" Illyana laughed when Andy pointed at her. She held up her hands for a moment in surrender.

"If you can call me pretty, I can call you a genius," Illyana replied, grinning. "Calling it like I see it." She listened to his idea of doing both. "I was thinking of that exact idea," she said. "Are you sure you can't read minds as well as give suggestions with them?" She could tease, she felt, because she knew Andy wouldn't do anything of the sort, and because even if he would, it couldn't affect her. The Professor couldn't crack her brain, and neither could that bitch in the Hellfire Club, and they were the strongest telepaths in the world.

She walked over to the tree, dragging the ladder with her. There was a branch that would be perfect for the ladder, extending temptingly above both of their heads. Andy was right; someone would have to climb. And it made more sense for that person to be her. "Give me a hand up," she said. She slung the ladder over her shoulders, draping it sort of like a scarf, and waited. She hoped she hadn't gone too soft in her balancing skills since ending up on this crazy Planet. But if she could stand on his shoulders, she was pretty sure she could reach the branch and haul herself up, where she could tie the ladder on more securely.

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