The Deck of the Dorm, All Day Wednesday

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Warping the natural fabric of the Universe with magic was a responsibility and an honor and Illyana wasn't supposed to do it for selfish reasons blah blah blah.

Which is the only reason why she hadn't suddenly made it a gorgeous summer day over the entire island. Responsibility and shit.

She had, however, created an invisible dome over the deck. Any rain or snow blowing around would hit the outside of the shield and just slide away, and inside she'd brought the temperature up to a nice 75F. If you looked up, the illusion she'd laid on the inside of the dome gave you blue skies and a gorgeous summer day.

She could manipulate little pockets of reality. As a treat.

So here she was, sipping a fruit smoothie and reading a book. And every time some annoying bit of lugguage decided to drop out of nowhere, it recieved a bored "Yeet," and Illyana using magical TK to toss it into a portal to Limbo. Except for the big trunk that read 'Issues With Authority.' That one she was using as a footrest.

Illyana was perfectly aware of her emotional baggage, thanks. This was just rude.

[OOC: Totes open!]

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[sexy_giraffe]

Tahani already had a very fine set of matched luggage, thank you ever so, forces of the universe, and ones labeled "inferiority complex," "insatiable need to one-up someone" and "KAMILAH" were not her style, so out they would go.

Once she finished thumping them down the stairs, of course.

"Oh hello!" she said, tossing her hair from her eyes and pretending like this was all terribly normal. "Just doing some...early Spring cleaning!"

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Rasputin's nonsense removal service is available," Illyana said dryly, right as a worn-out duffle bag with "DISTRUST OF PEOPLE (GENERAL)" in all caps fell from the sky right next to her.

'Yana sighed and a glowing disc appeared on the floor of the deck, letting the duffle fall right through it before vanishing. "Just stick it all together, and I will literally send it to hell for you."

[sexy_giraffe]

"Oh, I have a dozen more upstairs," Tahani said. "You may dispose of these while I'll go fetch the rest?"

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Illyana snapped her fingers, and Tahani's (physically lovely if emotionally ugly) baggage vanished, swallowed up by a disc of light.

"I'll be here all day," she promised, "Bring as much as you want, and we don't have to talk about what they say."

[sexy_giraffe]

"That is a very handy trick," Tahani said. "I don't suppose it works for people?"

You cannot toss Kamilah into a fathomless hole even if she was here, Tahani.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"I mean, sure. You need a lift to the school on a snow day, come bang on my door. I accept coffee as payment. Real coffee, though, not that Folgers instant crap," Illyana said, batting away the make-up bag that appeared saying 'Secretly Wants to be Liked/Accepted.'

"I'm not supposed to send people to Hell planes, though."

Mind you, she wasn't saying she wouldn't.

[sexy_giraffe]

"Is that where the bags are going?" Tahani asked. "Good."

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Yup. One-way trip to a hell dimension, and I'm not really aiming? So, might hit a few demons on the way down," Illyana admitted. "I don't think most of them can read English, though, so they'll have no idea what it all says."

[sexy_giraffe]

"That's very reassuring," Tahani said. "Let me go get the rest of them!"

The "secretly likes sweatpants" bag was especially embarrassing.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Bring your friends, I can toss these through portals all day," Illyana offered, as she kicked the make-up bag into another small portal. "Well, as long as I take breaks to eat and keep up my energy."

"We can turn it into a sport. Punting our baggage!"

[sexy_giraffe]

"Oh, that sounds delightful," Tahani said, neatly ignoring the "pretending to be enthusiastic to gain powerful friends" bag as it fell. "I'll need better shoes, though."

[unusual_sith]

Lana had been meaning to haul her metallic crate of What if the Empire is wrong? to someplace far away to destroy it, but the sunshine drew her in, and then she saw Illyana's method.

"Oh, wonderful! Have you got room for this?" She floated it over and thunked it down on the deck. "This is a lovely day, by the way. Is it illusion or part of another world or something else?"

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Illyana looked at Lana over the edge of her book. "Force field dome over the deck, illusion layered on the inside, and then I kicked theromdynamics a few times until it warmed the space up," she said. "I'm going to need to eat a few steaks and sleep for a day after the spells collapse, but worth it."

Because fuck you, Fandom, this wasn't funny, and she wasn't going to let you get to her.

...which was right about when a trunk labled 'CONTROL FREAK' dropped through the dome with a very rude thunk, quickly followed by 'EMOTIONAL REPRESSION.'

She sighed peered down at Lana's crate. "Do you want it just gone, or watch it smash into something?"

[unusual_sith]

"Oh, smash it!" Lana exclaimed. "I was going to shoot lightning at it. Smash it small enough, I'll pay for one of those steaks."

Her own smaller 'Imposter Syndrome' trunk clattered against the first as it fell, and she scowled at it.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Funnily enough, Illyana's own 'Imposter Syndrome' was currently stuffed inside the 'Issues with Authority' trunk, because it was the only way she could stop it from falling on her head constantly.

"Sounds like I'm getting the better end of the deal, but sure." She stood up and walked over to the crate, wiping her hands on her jeans as she studied it. "Hrm. Okay. I have an idea."

Taking a deep breath, Illyana closed her eyes, visualizing the area of Limbo she was thinking about. When her eyes opened again, they glowed red, and two Stepping Discs opened. One in front of Lana, but this one was clear in the center, showing an utter hellscape with twisted mountains. And one pink one, right above the crate and smaller baggage.

"Watch the mountain," 'Yana said, voice straining slightly, and then brought the pink disc down on the crate.

Through the visual portal, Lana would see her luggage falling from a great height, and crash into a mountain at an exteremly high speed before the viewing disc flickered out.

[unusual_sith]

Lana grinned. "Perfect! Or should I say 'smashing'? Ugh, this day. First time I've seen this one, and I could really do without it."

A small 'Insecure about Poetry' nearly hit her in the head, and she scowled and lightning-blasted it into oblivion.

[grayskollar]

"Hi, Illyana!" Adora waved, represses to spare other's feelings at her feet.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Hey, Adora," 'Yana replied, feet still up on 'Issues with Authority.' Look, she might as well own it. "How's your day going so far?"

[grayskollar]

"Oh, you know, okay," Adora lied as terrified what might happen she started acknowledging anything was wrong bounced off her head.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Uh huh," Illyana replied dryly, opening up a bag-sized portal. "Yeet it. You'll feel better."

[grayskollar]

"I guess..."

Secret resentment about having to be the good one was the first to get yoten.

"Huh, it worked."

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"It's going to a hell, if that helps," 'Yana offered. "So, you can toss as hard as you want."

[grayskollar]

"So there's no chance of it hitting anyone?" Adora asked as unaddressed trauma re: magic and portals went through the portal. "Some of these are pretty heavy."

Looking at you, irrational sense of responsibility for anything that has gone wrong ever.