At the Firing Range

[littleluck.livejournal.com]

Domino wanders over to the range, waving idly to Aeryn as she drops her backpack on the ground and goes to retrieve her gun from storage. She takes the glock out of its case, checks it over, and begins doing some light target practice. It's a good thing she bought plenty of ammo.

[OOC: Class let out early (yay!) so here I am, though response time may be rendered sluggish depending on what I'm doing elsewhere.]

Comments

[can_be_more]

I've slept. Some.

It's not so much guarding. It's being twitchy when I leave them.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Well, you wouldn't have to leave them. I mean, if you're gonna stay out here another night, at least sleep in the chair (even though it's fricking uncomfortable) and I'll hold the guns right next to you.

We can call them Biff and Trixie and I'll make sure they're well taken care of.

Or we could go inside and you can get some real sleep in your own bed.

[can_be_more]

Biff and Trixie? *appropriately weird look*

I don't even know how many people are living in my room anymore. At least five.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

They're good names! And someone already stole Winona or I'd have suggested that. Aeryn 1 and Aeryn 2 are way too boring.

You can sleep in my room as long as you come inside and sleep! You need to sleep. I'll sleep out here and stand guard.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

You need to be fast around here. How about Uma and Thurman?

[comedownstairs.livejournal.com]

Uma and Oprah.

(OOC: Screw it! Not logging in for the comment! Anarchy!)

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Sure, why not!

((Yay for anarchy! I can totally start swapping personalities around here if you want. Need a freelancer to shoot someone?))

[can_be_more]

(OOC: No, because then we will lose the firing range. *g*)

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

((Oh right. *hides her*))

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Revelations! Anarchy! And Aeryn's still hot.]

[can_be_more]

(OOC: Aeryn can't not be hot. It's like a rule.)

[spoonishly.livejournal.com]

(OOC: *joins the revolution*

I've been exposed! :-)]

[can_be_more]

(OOC: Yeah, you're so getting friended now, you know. *g*)

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Hee! And I will so return the favor. *g*]

[can_be_more]

I'm not naming my weapons. You can name them. Just don't expect me to call them that.

You can sleep inside, too, you know.

(OOC: As I try to get off the computer... *eyeroll*)

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Well. Then I'm naming them Worthington and Juanita. And I *know* those names will annoy you enough to call them Biff and Trixie.

I don't want you to be worried about Worthington and Juanita.

[OOC: Hee! Easier said then done, huh?]

[can_be_more]

Worthington and Juanita? What's wrong with you.

Nice try, but I'm not calling them that. If I'm going inside, so are you.

(OOC: I finally get through my actual E-mail, and I have LJ comments, and then all the Rp stuff, and MY POOR GMAIL.)

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Nothing's wrong with me. It's creativity. It's gusto. It shows that your guns are top notch, well taken care of. They're like the Lexus of guns, the Victoria's Secret of underwear, the Keds of shoes.

My plan will succeed. Just wait. And fine, we'll both go inside and go to sleep.

[OOC: My gmail blows up regularly. And it's all things I have to answer because I want to and I hate how gmail nests comments. Fandom so hard!]