"Pretty much since I got here years ago, and found the clearing. Hammered out what you can see on my own. Took me a while." Chris replied smugly, looking it over. "Dad let me borrow a Pym-particle canister to shrink down all the supplies to get them in here, and helped me with the design plans."
There was a small deck with a railing and a hole to climb down through for the rope ladder. The house portion itself had a sliding window on each side with an overhang to keep the rain out even when open, and a door in front with a handle and keyhole. Overall, the house seemed amateurish, varying woods and fixtures visible from outside, but a nice piece of beginner construction work.
Chris knelt down by the edge of the railing and felt around underneath until she grabbed the key off it's hook, opening the door. "C'mon in." She strode in, revealing a spartan but comfortable enclosure. Music and male model posters littered the walls, while beanbag furniture and an old area rug took up the floor. A plastic storage cabinet big enough to hold a few people was in one corner, and a set of bookshelves filled with books, magazines, snacks, and battery operated electronics and lamps flanked it. Overall, the space was narrow but long, and seemed as if it could comfortably sleep a dozen people on the floor.
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