Shooting Range [Wednesday Afternoon]

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Hillshire hadn't given her specific instructions to keep up her shooting, but then again he never did. Triela sort of prided herself on that fact. She didn't have to be told what to do most of the time because she knew her job. And keeping a feel for her weapons was part of that job.

So she had retrieved her miniature arsenal from the weapons locker and after checking to make sure they were still clean had laid them all out to work with. Today, she had decided, she was going to work through her guns by size. The G3A3 assault rifle hadn't really be designed for skinny 14 year old girls, but she wasn't having any problems keeping it on target as she fired three-round bursts down-range.

While Triela was careful not to violate any range safety rules, she rather conspicuously wasn't wearing any hearing protection.

[Shooting range!]

Fourth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening.

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So, the whole plans for dinner based on the salad things that Chad had done in class last week fell through due to the very odd bout of...well, whatever it was, Chad was trying not to think about it, but he and Teddy had worked out that they'd do that dinner thing today. Only it was breakfast stuff, because that's what the cooking class was doing this week. You could totally have breakfast for dinner. Food was food.

Chad was getting a ton of various different things out and organized on the counter while listening to the new King Crimson album he picked up while at the music store earlier. The menu had increased to include not only cereal, bacon, toast, and eggs, but also pancakes, fruits, and, of course, fried tomatoes. Tonight, they would feast like kings of breakfast!


[[ Chad's here with notthehulk, but anyone, of course, is welcome to come and join and help and eaaaat! ]]