Crystal, Wanda, Medusa, and Pietro - Redecoration Time

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As discussed in this e-mail exchange, Crystal, Medusa, and Wanda joined forces and plotted met to talk about redecorating Pietro's room. Today, their evil thoughtful plans are carried out.




"Are you sure that should go there?" Crystal asked with a slight frown. "We still have other pieces of furniture that would be best suited around the couch, and the lighting from the window just does not seem to work right if you place the couch there?" The deliveryman nodded at Crystal, scowling and cursing under his breath when the royal had turned around. "Where are the other decorations?" she said, looking at Medusa, even though she was mainly talking to herself. "Everything needs to be here soon! We have only a limited amount of time with which to finish before Pietro returns!

Wanda paused, watching a worker put down the box he'd carried for her, as she glanced at the watch on her hand. "Why was I cursed to have a brother with speed powers?" she asked mournfully, neatly skirting the deliveryman. She was sore but more rested now, after Pete had forced her from the office. She almost had canceled with the sisters but, in the end, it was a welcome distraction. "It is nearly as bad as telepathy for uncovering surprises. Though we are doing very well time wise so far...oohh, I do like the couch in that spot."

"Perfect," Medusa said, slipping the deliveryman a crisp bill as she flashed a dazzling smile at him. "Speed is of the essence though. Unless the school finally gets one of those famous demon invasions...then we would have enough time to finish at a leisurely pace." Turning, her smile faded into a frown as she looked at the curtains. "Hideous." Strands of hair flew out to rip down the bland, neutral curtains that had come with the suite. "These will be much more suitable," she said as she gestured for one of the other deliverymen to pick up the rich blue curtains she'd had ordered. The deliverymen probably thought they were insane.

"I believe that we still have thirty minutes. If only the deliverymen had not been late. I wonder if we could order up a demon attack," Crystal mused, shook her head, then nodded as the new couch was placed in its proper spot. "No, then the demons would probably come here and destroy all of our work." Not that Crystal herself was actually doing any of the physical labor. The idea and the planning had been hers, she and Wanda had met to discuss the plans with Medusa giving a few ideas and placing the orders for the new furnishings.

Nodding to herself, Wanda fished out some picture frames from the box. "Accessorize, accessorize, accessorize," she sang out, grinning. They were actually pictures of their family and friends of the caravan...in tasteful, decorative frames, of course. "I am personally allowed to boot him in the head if he disagrees with us, yes?" she asked over her shoulder. "Boot to the head. Such fun to say."

"I would not stop you," Medusa said. "If he disparages any of our efforts, I might even lend you the boot. Except I think I like all of my boots too much to do that to them." Tendrils of red hair shot across the room to catch a vase before it fell to the ground as one of the deliverymen walked past. He looked at the hair, shrugged, and kept walking.

"I think Pietro might stop you," Crystal said. "Then again, he might be so stunned by what we have done that you will have the opportunity to boot him in the head right before he does a bit of redecorating of his own." As what appeared to be close to the last few items were brought in, Crystal looked around for a moment, then looked at Wanda. "I believe you mentioned that you had something special for Pietro. Is it here yet?"

She beamed at the younger girl and produced a long, round container. "Oh yes," Wanda sighed happily, wincing slightly as she overextended her reach a bit. It took her a second to pop open the top and then she pulled out a wall scroll. "I hear they're all the fashion amongst the, well, fashionable." It was hideous with bright colors that screamed anything but Pietro and an awful drawing. "I believe it can go up right on his wall by the bed," she said innocently.

Medusa looked at the wall hanging and glanced from Wanda to her sister and back again. "I am not going to ask, but I want it clear that I had no hand in selecting that monstrosity. I do have a reputation to maintain." Crystal's eyes widened slightly as the bright colors and horrid pattern assaulted her eyes. "I see. Yes, of course," she said, shooting a look of horror at Medusa. Crystal then looked at Wanda and offered a polite smile. "The credit for that particularly charming decoration is all yours, Wanda."

She gave the sisters a wink over the top of the parchment. "Somehow, I think Pietro will certainly see my hand writing all over this one," Wanda replied. "Not usually my taste but I can make exceptions just to see the expression on his face."

"I am not sure the sacrifice of taste is worth the reaction," Medusa replied, an exquisitely shaped eyebrow arching upwards. She quickly turned her attention to the rest of the room, doing her best to ignore the wall holding Wanda's gift. "It is almost perfect," she said with a brisk nod.

On his way into the mansion, Pietro had barely given the delivery vans a second thought. They weren't a common sight, certainly, but people did have things delivered from time to time. The presence of delivery men on the third floor didn't rouse his suspicions either--it was, after all, generally the staff who had the money to buy the sort of things that had to be delivered in vans.

In fact, it wasn't until he passed a couple of burly men carting his couch toward the attic stairs that he discovered cause for concern. The next heartbeat found him standing in the middle of . . . could he even call it his living room anymore? Every piece of furniture was new. The rugs had all been replaced. The walls were a different color. He stared, incredulous. "What in the name of all that's holy is this supposed to be?"

"A living room," Wanda announced from where she was now perched on the new sofa. "You know, brother, a room you live in. Which really was not what you were doing earlier, I might add."

So close and yet so far... oops. They were almost done, and Pietro wasn't supposed to be here yet. Crystal had been about to suggest that they vacate the premises, and Pietro had decided to come back early. So much for careful planning. "Surprise?" Crystal offered.

"You could call it that," Pietro said wryly, still looking around. He directed a quick glare Wanda's way. "I was so living here. I sleep here, I keep my things here. I live here."

The problem was, he couldn't even be properly angry with them. They had excellent taste and Wanda knew the things he liked. They'd done a good job decorating the place. It was enough to make him want to spit.

Medusa crossed her arms, hair flaring out before settling down. "What you were doing here was not living," Medusa said. "True, you ate here, slept here and stored items here. However, that is not living." She gestured at the walls, the newly painted color richer than the boring neutrality of earlier. "Now this is a place you can live."

"And even, heaven forbid, entertain guests," Wanda added in with a sly grin. She stayed put for the time being, enjoying sitting. She would have to leave soon, get back to the office but for now...she could relax. "And you love it, you know you do."

"Yes," Crystal said, nodding, with a defiant look of her own. "The whole suite looked bare, just the same as it did when you moved in. You are planning on staying here, yes? You need a place to live then, not just a place to be."

"I was doing just fine," Pietro said mulishly. "This was completely unnecessary. I don't need a mahogany desk, or woven rugs." Never mind that his toes wanted nothing so much as to burrow in and make themselves at home, even through his running shoes. "I don't . . . is that a king-size bed?" He tried manfully to recover his glare, looking at each of them in turn, then sighed. "You three are infuriating when you're right, do you know that?"

Medusa raised an eyebrow. "Then you must find me particularly trying as I am never wrong. So how do you manage to put up with us?" Bowing her head slightly to him, she gathered up her things and headed towards the door. "Enjoy your new accommodations. And just be grateful I saw no need to redo your closet as well."

Crystal hid a grin at Pietro's admission that they were right. Of course they were right, she was right. After all, it had been her idea.. "I trust that all of the furniture will remain in its proper place and will not somehow find its way into the lake," Crystal said in a dignified manner as she followed Medusa.

"Serve you right if it did," Pietro muttered, smiling finally. "No, I'm not quite that ungrateful." He sank into the new couch as the door closed behind Crystal, not quite managing to suppress a sigh of comfort. Wrinkling his nose at Wanda, he gave her a playful shove. "Don't think I didn't notice that hideous thing defacing my bedroom wall," he told her. "That monstrosity is going in the lake."

Wanda winced as her bruises pointed and laughed at her. "Ow." She tilted her head at him and grinned. "Do I look like I would do something like that?" she asked sweetly. "It matches...something in the suite, it has to. Somehow."

"Not for damn long, it doesn't."

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Oh, fantastic. I'd been waiting to see this.