The Range - Girls With Guns [Thursday, 5pm]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela showed up at the range more than a little early. She felt bad for missing a couple of gun club meetings, and there had been Spring Break and then that mess with the angels last week. So she was excited to get back into the swing of things.

A quick check of the area revealed that despite not having been around for a bit, Fandom had somehow kept the range clean and cared for. She grinned, it was nice not having to clean up after yourself sometimes.

After making sure the range rules were up, Triela started unpacking her cases and prepared for the rest of the club to show up.

[OCD in the making done been made. Up sooooo early because I'm going to be out all day and didn't want to miss yet another club meeting.]

The Grounds around the Stables, Thursday Early Evening

[intraspective]

Ino was out in her garden area sticking little markers in the ground and checking them off against her plans on a clipboard that, when she wasn't using it, was tossed carelessly on the ground. She'd have to start digging the ground up soon.

Good. Hard work would be a definite relief.

She was also nursing a rather Bad Mood. Gun Club had helped--nothing like shooting things to help deal with frustration and anger, but still.

[Open, of course!]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[withoutverona]

After rummaging through the cabinets, Levon -- who looked strangely like Romeo in a cheap velvet blazer -- had assembled a lot of pudding.

Perhaps not exactly $240 worth, but a lot of pudding all the same.

Which he was diligently cooking, chilling, dancing near, and whispering sweet nothings to.

"Oh baby, you know you got it goin' on. Aw, you lookin' so good, you lookin' so right. Awwwww, yeah."

From the table, a droid baby -- "Barry" -- whispered sweet encouragement that only "Levon" could hear.

"Levon" grinned at the growing mound of pudding. This would be a very good night.

[OOC: CR and, duh, open. Video documentation encouraged.]