http://anextimeagent.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-02-08 08:46 am

Shooting range: Wednesday lunch time

Jack was looking very amused as he opened the range and posted the rules:

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.


He was shooting while he waited for Irulan, concentrating on speed and accuracy, figuring more practice before the weekend's little jaunt could only be a good thing.

[ooc: Jack's here for Irulan, but open for all your weapony or inspectiony needs. Work promises to be GAH so I may be slow.]

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan arrived in the range looking frazzled for the first time in her life.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
And this would be the first time Irulan would seem sulky, "I had to battle with my desk lamp, cursed thing."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Affectionate furniture, Irulan shuddered, "I think I would take my petulant furniture any day. I just hope they behave with Pam. Really, it is unbecoming of royal furniture to behave so childishly."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan wasn't so forthcoming, if she wasn't who she was, some people might even say she was pouting. "They were spoiled."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Jack's smile eased the tension she'd been feeling and gratefully took her gun. "That is an excellent idea."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan smiled back, her first for the day. "I do." She put on the glasses and the ear muffs, assumed position and breathed in to focus her. "I'm ready."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
She raised her gun, switched off the safety and started shooting, it wasn't hard to imagine the desk lamp in place of the target. She may be shooting with a little more force than necessary.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"The lamp would not have been so bad if the drawers and the closet hadn't started reacting. Honestly, I think it incited a rebellion. Stupid lamp."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
It was a mark of Irulan's infatuation that even a chair could send flutters through Irulan's stomach. "I would appreciate that."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
And to think it took Irulan far, far too long to realize that.

"I shall do that, have you ever tried the Spice Melange?" She said, reloading her gun with a new clip. She's becoming quite handy at that too.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," she said, "It is very popular in my world, it has a lot of property, mostly it helps prolong our lives."

She put on the ear muffs again and only disengaged the safety when she aimed for the target.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
She stopped after her clip emptied again, switched on the safety and smiled at Jack. "I am feeling much better now."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Unless it wants to enslave humanity," Irulan said, hopefully then sighed, "But it acts more like a child so I may forbear harsher punishments."

She paused letting it sink in that she was describing furniture. "I can't believe I just said that about the desk lamp."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
"The strangest thing is that I *am* getting used to it," she admitted, removing the empty clip and replacing it with a new one. Irulan turned, turned off the safety and fired.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Pip nodded to Jack as he took out his Glock and set himself up on the side to get a little practice in.