Gun Range, Morning

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Before setting up to practice, Pip made sure that the shooting range rules were well posted:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.


However, he did not strictly obey them, as he was not wearing ear protection around his ears, but around his neck.

The reason for this might probably be that he's not shooting at anything, but throwing knives at a practice target. He'll put the ear protection on if someone desperately needs to fire a gun.

_[[Open]]

Third floor common, Monday afternoon

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In the grand tradition of communal living, Walter was doing something messy in a common area, rather than in his own room. He had a supply of non-toxic paints, some heavy duty sheets of paper, and the truly odd idea that it would be fun to take Pup's pawprints.

It's possible he'd been spending far too much time in his room reading about guns.

[ooc: Open. If you have a pet, or want to take your own handprints, be my guest.]

Front lawn, Monday afternoon

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Some of you may remember the denim Daisy Dukes and the pink wifebeater of the infamous laundry machine strike.

Well, if this was to be Ivanova's last two weeks in Fandom (give or take) she was damned well going to enjoy them. She was not going to mope about, drink too much, or ignore her friends. But right now she had a lounge chair and a nap sounded just about right . . .

[[Open!]]

Roof, Monday Night

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Ranma had a good trip, Mizu seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did. The puppy was finally blissfully sleeping, once again in Ranma's dorm room. He went to class today before even getting to unpack. He finally did so just an hour ago and took this trip up to the roof as a... rewarding break of sorts. He took out some energy with long hikes and exhaustless training. He was finally starting to feel the trip now. How long did he even sleep the past few nights? Did he even sleep at all...?

He sits down on the roof's edge, feet facing outwards. If someone came up from behind they could probably push him right off. But that thought obviously hadn't crossed his mind. He swings his legs and tries to focus, thinking for the first time in three days of Setsuna. She was on that mission. He wished her well, hoping it wasn't too late for that...

((ooc: open. Be on for an hour then falling into slowplay))