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Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina ([info]ex_darkchyld899) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-12-21 08:39:00

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Day 30, Morning
Who: Illyana Rasputin and Remy LeBeau
What: That date Remy promised her
When: Day 30, 10am
Where: The Gym for some food, and the Carnival for some fun
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Status: Active.



Illyana laughed when she read that people were getting cold. For her, the return to cooler weather was a welcome one. She'd have to find a pull-over of some sort, but it wouldn't be too bad, at least as long as the temperature didn't drop too quickly. She read over Remy's notes again and hauled herself to her feet, taking one last glance back at the scorched trees behind her. Without a Danger Room to vent frustrations on, the trees had to do, and they were acting as a pretty good substitute, in her opinion.

She made her way over toward the gym, nodding at the few people she passed on her way. Maybe not everyone had heard of the food yet. The promise of actual food was a good one, as she stepped inside the building and her mouth fell open at the vast assortment of things spread out on the tables. Standing gawking like a typical teenager; way to go, Illyana. She stepped to the side of the door, so she wouldn't block anyone's path to or from the food, and glanced around to see if her fellow mutant had arrived yet.

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