Gun Range, early evening Tuesday

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's practicing with the 9mm, trying to get the memory of River's abilities out of her head, and waiting on Jack. She put up the notice when she came in.

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.


The gun range is open.

[ooc: for time_agent, but open for all]

Comments

[forgottenpants]

It's . . . entirely possible that Pete has been hovering around (not literally) the gun range for the last week, waiting for someone who knew what they were doing to open it up so that he could be reunited with his piece.

"Hearin' and eye protection? Why the hell would you want hearin' and eye protection just to fire a gun?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Sooooo we don't go *deaf* from all the gunfire in the room?" Parker says slowly, raising her eyebrows at Pete from behind her eye protection. "And just in case of richochet? I like my eyes the way they are, thanks."

[forgottenpants]

"I been workin' with firearms since I was seven years old in all kinds of various environments, and I ain't never had that problem."

Pete might be twitching. She was so close. He could feel it. . . .

His piece!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker looked at him severely askance, and slowly said, "I don't believe I've seen you around before. I'm Parker. Gun Club rep. And the rules? Are non-negotiable." She nodded at the gun locker. "That's where they store the weapons."

[forgottenpants]

"An' that's all I needed to know." Pete tipped his hat. Some sixth sense must have informed him in no uncertain terms not to oggle Parker as he did so. "Pete Hutter at your service. Now, if you'll pardon me, a special little lady and I got some catchin' up to do."

He made a beeline for the weapons cabinet.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's lips twitched. "You do that," she said, shaking her head. Right. Like she doesn't love her .Sig like it's her dolly. "Have fun, Mr. Hutter."

[forgottenpants]

Pete didn't appear to hear. He was too busy very gently removing his piece from the cabinet and caressing its barrel, whispering sweet nothings to it.

He might not even fire it. Just kind of . . . fondle it for awhile.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Aeryn had told him about the range. After removing his blaster from the weapons locker, he glanced at the sign and then put on goggles and earplugs.

"It's not that loud," he commented before focusing his attention on the target at the end.

Shot.

Bullseye.

Shot.

Bullseye.

It was nice to be good at something. Luke smiled and continued to practice.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Not at first. Wait for it to get going, and the cumulative effects can leave your ears ringing," Parker said. "Besides, why risk it when you don't have to?"

She fired into her target, outlining a neat little heart in the center of her human-shaped target.

Showing off? Nahhh.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Three shots.

Forehead.

Throat.

Heart.

Tatooine farm boys don't mess around.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had to give him a grudging smile for that. "Nice. I can see how you blew up a Death Star, with aim like that."

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"That was different," Luke said, still concentrating on the target. "That was in a ship, moving incredibly quickly, aiming at a two-meter target while Darth Vader was shooting at me."

Two more dead shots. "This is easy."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker gave him a Look. Then grinned again at the resemblance to Anakin, unable not to. "Riiiight." She checked out the gun he was firing, and said, "That looks nothing like Aeryn's, but it's firing the same ammo, isn't it? Or something similar."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Shooting things?

Sounds like fun.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker waved to Pippi as she came in, and said, "How are you doing?"

That she also moved two alleys over just means she knows how Pippi shoots.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is cleaning and assembling the Glock that Pip gave her for her birthday so she won't be shooting like that. Not yet anyway.

"I'm good." she said as the parts clacked into place.

"I'm always good."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"That's... good?" Parker questioned, watching Pippi carefully. "We still on for drum shopping tomorrow?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

That got a genuine smile.

"Oh yes. I'm looking forward to that. Is anybody else from the band going?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I haven't asked around, but they're all more than welcome." Parker frowned a moment. "Well, wait. My Miata only holds so many people. But yeah, if a couple more want to come along, that'd be fun."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Every time he came into the gun range, Jack read the sign. Just in case the rules had changed. "Sorry I'm late, Parker," he called as he grabbed safety equipment and retrieved a 9 mm from the gun locker, stationing himself at the alley next to hers.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No problem, I got in some extra time," Parker called back, finishing her round, then reloading. "Anyone or anything keep you? Or should I not ask?" she said, grinning.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"The morning started out very well indeed, and it's had me running late all day," Jack said, completely failing to hide an extremely satisfied grin. "It was worth it though."

He slipped on the goggles, and the ear covers, leaving one ear free so he could hear her as he checked and loaded the gun.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Snickering, Parker said, "I won't ask which Thingy, but I'm glad things are still well in Jack-land. Have you been practicing?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"You think I need to practice?" he asked, snickering along with her. "Neither of them complained."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

JOhn signed in, and made a beeline for his locker.

TOday was an entire box of ammo day.