The Range - Girls With Guns [Tuesday afternoon]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Despite having all of her gun cases opened, Triela was rather distracted as people filed in. She was spending an awful lot of time looking over a piece of notebook paper in front of her and making thinking noises.

As people arrived she took a sort of informal poll. "So if the club were to take a field trip off-island to shoot things, would people be interested in participating?" It was all vague and unplanned, but she figured gauging interest was a good first step toward making plans.

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Re: For the advisor

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah buzzed by on her way out, saying, "Hi Mr. Hot Algren oh god ignore that please. Look I need to talk to you about Triela but so not today next week okay?"

And she took a breath and prepared to run if anything else came out of her mouth that was really bizarre.

Re: For the advisor

[shiroi_tiger]

... Mr. Hot Algren.

Algren was chewing the inside of his cheek in a concentrated effort to keep from laughing at how flustered the poor girl seemed at that slip of the tongue.

Mr. Hot Algren, indeed.

"Next week. I'll be here, I'm sure."

Re: For the advisor

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had already turned beet-red and just nodded, squeaking out, "Thank you--" And practically running before another "Mr. Hot Algren" got past her lips.

The end of this weirdness could not come soon enough.