[identity profile] gorka-wolf.livejournal.com
"No painting today!" Makita promised as people arrived. "Today, we shoot!"

She gestured to a line of glass soda bottles she'd prepared, each with a piece of fruit precariously balanced atop it. "Many of you seem to like personal hanguns of various types. But sometimes you have to chose your shot, make it count, and for that, a rifle tends to work better."

"We've got some here for you to try, so shoot the fruit off, without breaking the bottle or hitting the fruit on either side of it. Let's see how good you are with patience."
[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com
When the gun club members arrived today, they'd been handwavily informed to wear old clothes that they didn't mind ruining.

"Using firearms is a privilege and a responsibility, and if we haven't beaten that into your heads yet, today ought to do it," Makita chirped at her classmates. "Today? We're doing basic upkeep on our range. We use it, so we care for it. This means washing down the counters, repainting, sweeping, and replacing targets and supplies."

Triela nodded at Makita in approval. "We're doing this for two reasons. First, as Makita mentioned, to remind you that this is a privilege. Second, to remind you just how destructive a gun can be. Some of today's clean-up will be from normal wear and tear, but a lot of it is going to be bullet damage. Pay attention to the walls, floors, and ceilings at the far end of the range. Look at the damage done at the shooting benches from recoil. It's important that you don't forget how much damage we're capable of doing."

"We've got plaster for hole-patching, paint, cleaning supplies, the moddable works," Makita agreed, already rolling up her sleeves and grabbing some plastering tools. "Let's get going, comrades!"
[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com
The gun club had gotten handwavey notice to meet in the Danger Shop today, sans weapons.

If Makita and Triela looked positively gleeful, well, it was not their imaginations.

"Using a gun is about more than being able to shoot. You have to know when to shoot as well. You can't do either one properly without the other. And while the range is great for learning accuracy, you need something different to learn to pick your targets." That, and this was going to be fun.

"You also have to take into account the terrain, which you can't do on a range," Makita agreed. "So today, we're going hunting. You'll have to evaluate who is a target, who is not, and what to do in each case."

"On top of all that, ammunition management matters off the range. Knowing how many shots you have before you need to reload, knowing how many reloads you have left... All of that matters." Triela grinned. "So for this exercise, you're going to have to take all of it into account."

"The 'Shop will be providing us with everything we need," Makita continued. "Firearms, ammo, and if you 'die,' your gun won't work anymore. If you shoot and kill civilian, you're out. So try not to do that."

Triela nodded. No failing! It would make her look bad. "Just like in the real world, the bad guys don't come with giant flashing signs, but there are ways to pick them out." Especially these particular bad guys. "So trust your judgment out there."

"Any questions?" Well, if there were, too bad. TIme to get started!
[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com
"Sometimes, you don't have the best working conditions," Makita began. "Maybe you're out in the desert, and you get sand in your barrel. Maybe it's pouring. Or maybe you tripped and dropped your gun down a canyon and had to go fetch it. But it's important to know how to safely take your gun apart, clean it, and reassemble properly to prevent jams or other accidents."

Triela was nodding. "And even if you're somehow lucky enough to never run into bad weather or terrain, just firing your weapon is going to put wear on its parts. Knowing how to check to see which springs or pins might be close to wearing out is something you'll need even if you only ever shoot a gun out on the range."

"If this is something you already know how to do, we have blindfolds!" Makita held up a selection of bright silk scarves she'd purchased from Pixie Dust. Because they were pretty. "You might not always have electricity!"

"Makita's right. Or you might be outdoors at night. There are any number of reasons that you might not have enough light to properly see when working on a gun. But only take a blindfold if you actually know what you're doing." She and Makita might race later or something. "Even when you're taking one apart, a gun is not something you play around with." Triela looked around. "If you need to borrow a weapon to work with, talk to us. Tool kits are also available. We'll be watching your work, so if you're not sure what to do, just ask."
[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com
As usual, Triela had brought a lot of her own gear to the range today. But some of it was new. Specifically, she had a small stack of wooden cut-outs that were shaped like pistols, but were clearly props. "Today we're going to do something a bit different," she announced with a small smile. What? She liked changing things up on people.

"Today, we're playing Keep-Away!" Maki, don't smile at people like that, it's disturbing. "Or, 'what do to when the other person has a gun and you don't.'"

"Most of you are going to be new to this, so we'll be practicing. And that means no live guns. So everyone safe and stow your weapons." Triela wasn't about to risk someone getting shot during an exercise because they were waving a live gun around. "And then come collect one of these," she added, holding up one of the wooden props.

"Do not hit each other with your fake-guns, either." It needed to be said. "Now, to be honest, the best thing to do when someone else has a firearm is to get the hell out of there. Call for help, head towards a crowded area where they may be more hesitant to fire. Don't be stupid, and don't be a hero. But sometimes, that is not an option."

"Exactly. You've all been around guns long enough by now to see how much damage one can do, so if you can disengage and find cover, that's the first choice. Sometimes, though, it's not an option. In that case, the first thing you need to understand is that you only ever get one chance to do this right. Mess up, and you'll get shot for your trouble. So we're going to practice this, and Makita and I are going to be very, very picky." No screwing around!

"The wrist is small, so unless you have very good aim, try to hit them in the shoulder or elbow to loosen the grip on the gun," Makita continued, pointing out weak spots on her own body. "Get above them and drop something, or hit from behind. If you can knock them out, that's better than just disarming."

Triela nodded in agreement. "And in the absolute worst case scenario in which they get the drop on you? The most important thing to do is control where the gun is pointing. It takes practice, which is what we're here for today, but if you're fast enough you can control the angle of a gun even if the person you're up against is bigger than you." She cocked her head. "Quick demonstration?" she suggested to Makita.

Makita did not have a wooden gun; Makita had a tiny squirt pistol. Because she was an organizer and she said so. "We'll do this in slow-motion a few times, so that you can see what we're doing," she said, taking aim at Triela.

The squirt gun got an amused little eyeroll, but then Triela moved. "Remember, the most important thing is to control which way the barrel of the gun is pointing. That means you don't just knock it out of the way, you have to grab something." She turned, her body twisting to bring a hand toward Makita's wrist. "Don't just grab someone's wrist. It doesn't actually control what matters." She paused for a moment to let Makita demonstrate the fact that someone holding your wrist just made it hard to aim at them, not impossible.

Whatever, Triela would get to use it in a few minuets. She could roll her eyes all she wanted; Makita was going to pull the trigger to demonstrate that aiming was harder, not impossible. "She'd be better off striking up, under my chin to force my head back," she offered, firing at her co-instructor. "Or, really, any number of things except grabbing my wrist."

"The wrist isn't necessarily a bad grab, but only if you can get another hand in to control the gun itself." Triela reached around with her other hand and wrapped it around the gun. "That way you control the weapon. You win if you keep control, and you win if you can incapacitate your opponent without getting shot. Those are your only two options. So everyone pair up and try some things out." Her smile was a bit cold. "Makita and I will come give you some pointers."
[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com
Observant gun clubbers would note that, today, the usual fixed targets at the end of the range had been replaced with little circular targets on metal cables. "We've talked about shooting to wound or disable, and how difficult that can be, so today we're going to practice hitting targets that move." She grinned. This was going to be fun.

"And so that we know if you hit..." Makita held up rifles that had been reworked to use paint pellets. "If you're used to handguns, grab a rifle. If you're a sniper, pick a smaller fire-arm. Choose what color you want to be, and see how often you hit the target, and how often you hit a wall, which would cause ricochet, and pray you didn't hit a friend on the rebound."

Triela nodded. "The two of us will be watching, so don't think you can ignore safety just because we're using paint. Guns are not toys. We might also provide some tips or pointers for anyone who seems to need it." Or just anyone, really. Triela was happy to provide criticism, after all!
[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com
Triela had come in early to put up new targets for this week. Full-body silhouettes, with legs and everything. Someone wanted to talk about disabling people.

Which was fine with Makita; it gave her a chance to show off her aim.

"Salaam!" she sang once everyone had arrived. "Sometimes, you cannot shoot to kill. Sometimes you have questions, but a person, they seem to think running away means they do not need to answer those questions! In these cases, it is best to shoot to disable."

Triela grinned. "It's important to remember that no matter what you aim at, guns are potent weapons. You can kill someone pretty easily, even if you're not trying to. But! There are a few things to keep in mind if you want to keep people from running away or fighting without actually killing them." Hospital, not morgue. She had one of the targets up front for illustration purposes. "First thing to know, if you're trying to keep someone alive? Don't shoot them anywhere in the torso or head. Chances are you'll do something bad if you do. Arms if you want them to drop some sort of weapon, legs if you want them to stop running away."

"I like the shoulder," Makita suggested. "It's usually painful enough that they'll drop, and you can apply pressure to slow or stop the bleeding, which is harder to do in the arm or leg. Also, if they are running, it is easier to hit than a limb in motion."

Triela nodded at Makita, then shrugged. "Like I said, there's no guarantee that someone will live just because you hit them in the arms or legs. There are major arteries in there, after all, but it's more likely than if you shoot them in the head."

"If you've got any questions, ask. Otherwise, get to practicing."
[identity profile] gorka-wolf.livejournal.com
Triela spoke in low tones with Makita as people trickled in for the club. Once it was time to begin, she turned and spoke up.

"Welcome to Girls With Guns." She paused and smiled just a bit. "If you've been here before, welcome back. Most of you probably know me, but for those who don't, I'm Triela. I'm one of the people responsible for making sure none of you shoot anything you're not supposed to shoot." She paused and glanced over at Makita, inviting her to introduce herself.

Makita seemed rather relaxed and at-ease as she smiled at the gathered students. "I'm Makita," she said. "For those of you that don't already know me, I learned how to shoot just after I learned to walk, and I've been a member of the Nokgorkan Resistance Militia for over three years. If it has a trigger, I know how to use it."

"And I've worked in counter-terrorism for about six years now," Triela added. "What this means is that we know what we're talking about. If we tell you to do something? You better do it. Oh, and if you haven't met her, you should get to know our adviser." She offered Kerrigan a nod.

"There's a few rules you need to know before you even think about picking up a gun, regardless of your skill level," she continued, pointing at a large sign that was posted on both sides of the door. "The foremost one is to always treat every gun as if it is loaded. If I see anyone waving around a gun and making shooting noises, you're gone. Firearms are beautiful, wonderful creations, but they are not toys."

Triela's eyes narrowed at that, and she nodded. "What she said. Firearms are deadly by design, so don't even think about screwing around. And if you're new to guns and aren't sure what to do? That's what we're here for. Ask, don't just guess and hope you get things right."

"So to start, I want to hear what experience you've had with guns, and what your favorite is, if you have one. Just so that we know where everyone is starting from," Makita stated. "For instance, my babies--" and she pulled out her unloaded guns from their holsters, "--are Twined Model 79 Samsonov protocol machine pistols, with under slung G-79 protocol grenade launchers, and triple protoclips. Which basically means I can empty my clips three times before needing to reload either manually or with a new protocol. The reason I love the Samsonovs are two-fold. One, these were a gift from my father, and two, they're light and easy to maintain. When you're on the go a lot, those are important qualities in a firearm."

"OK, then who's next?"
[identity profile] gorka-wolf.livejournal.com
Most people, when going down to the salle, tended to wave around Very Pointy Things.

Makita was not Most People on a good day, and today was definately a good day. She was dragging out the rather dusty and oft-ignored gymnastics equipment. The uneven bars and the balance beam got a good cleaning, first, before she kicked off her shoes and started going through a quick warm-up to stretch out.

A few minutes later her hands were chalked and Makita was up on the beam, going through a basic tumbling routine before working her way into a flight series.

[Open salle is open!]
[identity profile] gorka-wolf.livejournal.com
A small pile of daisy chains was growing by Makita's bare feet as she sang, her clear voice strong and cheerful.
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.


Another flower necklace joined the pile, and she started in on weaving some tiger lilies together while she started her next song.
He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.


Her Papa would be so proud!

[OOC: Open, with the disclaimer that I work Job #2 tonight, and may not be able to tag after 5pm CST]
[identity profile] bamf-tastic.livejournal.com


TELEPORTING SERVICES (NO FOG)

555-BAMF
By the door in the lobby was still a box of gas masks that had been there since Thursday and a clipboard for signing them out. The poster about them was on the wall. At some point, Francine had stopped by and refilled the plate of butterscotch morsel cookies.

Also on the wall was a much cruder, plainer sign that Kurt had taped there.

Today, Kurt was clinging to the ceiling while he watched TV. He wasn't about to turn off the image inducer just yet, but if he was advertising some of his powers, it didn't make sense to hide the others, right? He started amusing himself by trying to figure out the minimum amount of skin contact he could maintain with the ceiling without falling off.

[OOC: Feel free to sign out a gas mask, or just mod having taken one. Also feel free to snag Kurt for transportation.]
[identity profile] make-the-shot.livejournal.com
Really, the idea of a shooting range struck Proto as... kind of amusing. They didn't really do dedicated spaces to practice shooting things, or really practice shooting targets which just sat around, back in Bahamut.

Still, Proto knew that if he didn't keep in practice he'd lose his edge. Well, more than living in a place where you could sleep through the night without worrying about getting killed in a Red ambush...

Well, that and any excuse to spend time with his girl wasn't something he could really pass up, now was it?

[Expecting one, but open as a range is.]
[identity profile] wantstocheer.livejournal.com
True to her promise to Dinah, Claire slipped quietly out of the room when she woke up on Saturday morning, wanting to give her roommate time to get rest and completely unaware of anything amiss in Fandom.

She decided to make pancakes and figured the smell of food would draw in people, so she started making a rather large batch.



[open common room is open with pancakes. mmm pancakes. Claire is herself, obviously.]
[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com
"Welcome," Elena said, nodding to everyone. She had no idea what, exactly, she was supposed to do, but "winging it" seemed to be a good option.

"This is Girls with Guns, except we open it to guys, too. But the guns are important. Triela usually runs it, but she's busy with assignments this semester, so I'm going to be helping out. And we have Captain Algren to be the advisor, so wave hi to him for letting us play with guns."

Thanks, Captain Algren!

"Okay, so, let's start this week by introducing ourselves and talking about our experience with guns? And then everyone should review the safety rules and then we can shoot things. That's why we're here, right?"

They were girls, they had guns, good enough!

(wait for OCD plz! ocd up!)
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[personal profile] furnaceface
Why look, out there in the common room, pretending to be social while watching terrible, somewhat dated slasher films! Was it Jonothon? Why yes, yes it was!

The lights were dimmed, the sound was turned up as loudly as it could go without disrupting everyone else on the floor, and Jono was slumped back against the couch, as comfortable as he ever was, silently mocking anyone who thought that they'd be successful in their attempts to escape that guy with the chainsaw who walked incredibly slowly after them.

All that was missing was the popcorn.

For obvious reasons.

[Open common room is open!]

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