The Range [Wednesday afternoon]

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After class Triela headed straight for the range. She... really, really needed to do something familiar. The... dreams had freaked her out. Not the content, really, though that had been slightly disorienting. No, the worrying bit was that she had them at all. The drugs suppressed dreams which meant that she wasn't even entirely sure that that's what had happened last night. But based on the descriptions of what it was like she had to assume that that's what they had been.

She grimaced as she sorted through her gear. She needed something big, loud, and violent...

The range hadn't really been designed for squad support weapons the size of the HK21E, but she wasn't about to let that stop her. She carefully settled the bipod on the firing line and started tearing through her first belt of ammo.

It was very soothing.

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Feeling that nothing would make him happier right now than the feeling of shooting hot lead at a target, Jack made his way to the firing range.

He had his hearing protection on before even entering the area. Whatever that was, it was loud.

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Triela burned through the rest of her ammunition belt before glancing over. "Hey, Jack." She mouthed the words rather than saying them. The noise meant it wouldn't have done much good anyway.

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He waved. "Hi, Triela." He actually spoke, thinking she'd actually spoken.

He pointed to the exit. "If you're busy, I can leave." She did look kinda busy.

[I leave for work in about 30 minutes. :( ]

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She shrugged. "Nothing I can't do while you're here," she said easily.

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"You okay?" he asked, projecting. "Have...things been a bit weird lately?"

[dash for work now. SP?]

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"I'm fine." She wasn't about to discuss her discomfort with the whole 'dreaming' thing with him.

[Sure! Try to have fun!]

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"Okay. Just wondering."
And Jack had just confirmed that it was only affecting him.

[I need an Internet-actually-works phone. Or a new FH-compatible job]

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"Why do you ask?" She sounded casual as she went about reloading her weapon.

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"Just...dreams. Weird dreams. Say....I can't bring that into my dream, right?" he said, pointing at the machine gun.

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"I'm the wrong person to ask. I don't really know anything about dreaming."

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"Oh. Um. Sorry to bother you, then."

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"No bother," she insisted. "There's plenty of range to go around."

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"No, I...probably wouldn't be that good today." He ducked his head so she wouldn't see that he was unsure if he should even be around firearms.

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Triela actually looked up from what she was doing and frowned over at Jack. Him suggesting anything other than competence he didn't have? That was new. "What's wrong?"

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He was trying not to think of what he'd seen in the dreams, and what other uses a gun could be, and...

He shook his head to clear those thoughts. "Uh, nothing. Just... a bit off today. Bad dreams. Didn't sleep well. I'll be fine after a good nap," he bluffed, a bit of bravado returning.

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"Shouldn't be on the range if you're tired," Triela suggested. Hypocritically.

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"Right, that's what I'm saying. I...guess I should go, then." He shrugged, trying to keep his mind clear from those thoughts; he was avoiding looking at her so she wouldn't see his eyes.

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Triela was frowning at him thoughtfully. "Get some sleep, Jack." He looked like he needed it.

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"I will," he promised. "I feel like death warmed over." He shuddered at his word choice.