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Weapons Lock-up/Target Range - Thursday, early afternoon

Shep and Pip get to the weapons lock-up and Shep presses his thumb against the panel near the door. The door slides open with a whoosh. "You may need to get someone from the administration to get your thumbprint encoded so you can practice when you want to."

They step in and Shep waves at the space in general. "This is it. Lots of shelves and racks and stuff to put your stuff on. So far I've never heard of anyone messing with anyone else's weapons, I don't think you need to worry about that. Nothing can leave this room anyway on pain of Rover."

[open to anyone, especially new students who might need to lock up anything that might get Rover and or the principal after them.]

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Following Shep, Pip drags along a frighteningly large weapons case. "I'll put that on my "to-do" list," he says as he snaps open the case. Anyone watching him would notice that he has several automatic hand guns, two revolvers, a couple of assault rifles, grenades and even a claymore or two.

Pip likes weapons.

"You do any shooting, Shep?"

Sheps eyes go wide at the sheer number of weapons this new kid is toting around. Reminds him briefly or Ronon... only with better manners.

Shep waves at the P-90 and 9mil in one of the nearby cases. "Yeah... some. But I'm guessing that even with the amount I've done, you may have done more."

Pip grins. "Heh. Yeah, I've done a lot. I was raised by a bunch of mercenaries. Your birthday and christams presents don't include a whole lot of variety with that crowd. Though there was one guy who always got sweaters." He glances over at the P-90. "Don't think I've ever used one of those P-90s before, how are they?"

Shep raises an eyebrow and stomps on his instinctual dislike of mercenaries. This kid has been okay so far, there was no reason to go rocking the boat now.

"Sweaters, huh? Bet he had a tough time defending himself in a fight with those."

He grabs his P-90 out of the cabinet, noting absently that it really needed to be cleaned. "Here," he hands the gun over after making sure the safety is still on. "It's a good gun. Lightweight, rapid repeat, sturdy as hell - takes a lot to jam one or break it." He thinks about making a crack about there being a gun this guy hadn't used before, because, really... he had a lot of firepower in that case.

"You have obviously never heard of the famous Swiss battle sweater, capable of killing a man at 100 yards before he even realizes how fashinoble it is," Pip responds as he takes two combat knives out of the now empty weapons case and puts them on the shelf.

He gratefully accepts the P-90 and hefts it. "Nice gun. Millitary issue, right? This seems like something they'd only hand out to the army."

"Nope, fraid not. But I had an aunt who once knitted me something so hideous it blinded anyone who looked at it." Shep laughs. Swiss Army Sweater - that's funny.

"Yeah, it's military. Air Force, actually. But if you ask me how I got it, I have to shoot you with it." Shep smiles.

"That's basically how the Swiss Battle Sweater works. Only it's so very hideous that anyone who looks upon it is immediately stricken dead. They have to be made by blind persons following very ancient ceremonial Swiss tackiness patterns. One of the most sacred and ancient arts of the Swiss culture. I believe that I am the first French person to ever have the honor of recieving a Swiss Battle Sweater."

Pip can't resist. "How did you get it? Just kidding. I've got my fair share of weaponry that if you asked me how I got it, I'd have no choice but to cough nervously and change the subject."

[ooc: OMG you are going to make me snort my coffee!]

"You know, if that's their best defense, it does explain why they're so often thought of as neutral territory. I wouldn't go pissing people off on either side if all I had were sweaters made by blind people to defend myself with. Though I'd think their sheep would be even more afraid of people than the Scotish sheep." Shep stops and thinks... "Having one of those sweaters must make getting dressed a bitch. I mean, you couldn't look in your closet for fear of blinding yourself. And if you're wearing it, you'd have to be sure not to walk past any mirrors."

Shep smirks and rolls his eyes. "Gotta be a wiseguy, huh?" Pot, check, kettle, check. Yeah, Shep knew he'd have to keep on his toes around this guy. "And while coughing nervously and changing the subject would be more subtle and you'd probably get arrested a lot less often, my way is more permanent."

[OOC: It's what I do. I don't consider the day complete until I've made someone snort their coffee. But since I've got to catch a bus, you're safe for now.]

Pip taps the left side of his head. "That's where the eye-patch comes in. And while you're way is probably more permanent, my way allows me to lull them into a false sense of security, thus allowing me to strike when they aren't looking."

Pip sighs and hands the P-90 back to John. "I should probably get back to making my class schedule. Any advice for the new guy on the teachers before I go?"

The first thing to spring to mind is "don't piss off the shop TA" but that was a personal thing, so he didn't mention it.

"Uh... Shop is interesting. Good excuse to blow stuff up. Math one looks dead easy if you want an easy A. I'm looking at ... hm, can't remember the full name of the class, but it has 'sex' in the title, Comm 301, Physical Conditioning, Journalism 201... a few others. Anyway, if you want to sign up for any of those, at least there's a chance you'll know someone."

"I should get going too. With any luck Parker will start hosting shooting competitions again soon. I'd love to see your scores. Have a good one."

Shep puts up his P-90 and follows Pip out, using his thumbprint to lock the door behind him.

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