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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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brain_ninja
2009-03-05 06:17 pm UTC (link)

Andy looked back up at her, confused. "No..." he said slowly. But then she didn't seem to be accusing, so he shrugged. "I can't do it on my own, no. If you purposefully send me a thought, I've found that I'm starting to be able to read that, but I can't just, like, dig in there and see what you're thinking, if that's what you mean," he replied. "I mean, if you want me to try, I could, but I'd kinda feel weird about that. Like I was violating some, like, unspoken rule, you know?" he asked awkwardly.

Well, that was true. But, he also sort of wasn't sure if he wanted to be able to read her mind. He really liked Illyana and while he got the idea that she liked him, too, and enjoyed spending time with him as much as he enjoyed being around her, he'd hate to find out the opposite if that was the case. Andy wanted friends; not a surprise pity party held in his honor. It was better if he just went by what they showed him, he thought. Especially because if he taught himself to read her mind, who was to say that would stop him from moving on to do it to Sam? George? Anybody? Nah, that whole line of thought just made Andy uncomfortable, so he pushed it away.

He winced a little when Illyana's full weight was on his shoulders, but he nodded. "I'm good. You're fine, pretty girl, no worries," he assured her and started to stand very slowly, legs shaking beneath him from the awkwardness of the slow ascent. When he was completely upright, Andy held tightly to the tree so that when she moved, he wouldn't get knocked off balance and fall out from under her. Or worse, so that he wouldn't fall and leave himself open for her to fall on him. That'd definitely suck for them both.

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