Sam Carter And The Very Big Guns

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Wednesday Afternoon, 5pm

Sam headed back to her room immediately after Advanced Negotiations finished, and quickly changed into a pair of long, loose pants - not unlike the military BDUs she was so used to wearing - and a tank top. Old habits died hard. A hoodie emblazoned with the words: "Kneel Before Your God!" (Daniel's idea of a joke) was tossed on the bed before she hauled out her lockbox out of the wardrobe.

In the bedside drawer, amidst assorted candy stashes lay a .22 calibre pistol. Sam checked the safety and the clip, then placed it on the bed. The muzzle of the gun pointed towards the door - a habit she picked up from her father, who taught her how to use a gun in the first place. Old habits died really hard.

A small velvet oblong was flipped open to reveal her lockpicks, and she knelt down to use them on the lockbox. The keys were long since gone, but her lockpicking skills were always good to open the catch.

Inside were a variety of handguns, including a old military-issue 45 and a Glock 9mm. She took those out now, checked the safety and took out the clips, then took an extra clip and a couple of boxes of rounds for each gun. Guns, clips, and boxes went into her satchel, and she hauled on the hoodie and tucked the pistol in the pocket.

She closed the box, shoved it back in the wardrobe, put away the lockpicks, and left messages with the crew.

Then she went off down to the firing range for a bit of marksmanship practise with Aeryn.

OOC: I know I'm a bit early on the timing front, but since it's 01:30 Thursday here in the Wonderful Land of Oz, I'm a goin' to sleep now, Miss Daisy! Your character can come along and watch, shoot, or catcall - just be warned: Sam played nice at in SG-1 because she was in a command structure. She's not in a command structure anymore. and she's fully loaded

Comments

[janet_fraiser]

*hurries down to firing range* Hey. Got a gun I can borrow?

(OOC: OK, establishing Janet's presence here. Must go do work now, and will post more later.)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Hey Jan. *gestures to the '45 and the 9mil* Pick your poison.

*continues firing away*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Janet.

[[ooc: sorry - I write Sam with a habit of giving janet a nickname]]

[janet_fraiser]

Nah, it's okay. *looks contrite* I was being a really big bitch, wasn't I?

(OOC: Sam is the only one Janet really would take a nickname from, IMO.)

[janet_fraiser]

And, ah-- It's been a while since Basic I used a gun. Even with those drills that the Col-- Dam. That Jack insisted medical personnel do so we didn't die every time there was another crisis on. Can you give me a refresher?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Okay, I brought my own 9 mil, but we've got to have something more... you know... damaging than that around here... right?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Exactly how damaging are we talking? P-90 damaging, or rocket-launcher damaging?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Hey, the more damage the better!

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Well, the most powerful gun I have is the 45 - I didn't bring anything bigger.

Sorry. You might have to ask around for something with a touch more 'oomph'

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Then she went off down to the firing range for a bit of marksmanship practise with Aeryn.

Is that what kids call it these days? ;)

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

This is gonna be fun, have been able to shot in way too long.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Out of practise?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Hardly. *stretch* How's the range compare?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Not bad. Not as professional as what we're used to, but you'd expect that.

Hey, *grins suddenly* do you think we could get hold of paintball guns or intars and have a war games kind of day?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*heads down to the firing range after a quick trip to the dorm*

Hey, guys.

*opens up the pistol case she brought with her and pulls out a Glock 23*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Glad you made it, Liz.

How were the classes?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Not too bad. Speech 301 was cancelled though... did you hear the explosion in the car park around five past ten?

That was my professor's car

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Nods in her direction*

Nice gun.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*sends a quick smile in his direction as she checks the safety*

Thanks. My dad made sure I knew how to protect myself when I said that I wanted to... *checks around to see that it's all former gate people around* negotiate in hostile countries.

[can_be_more]

I am taking a break from studying to shoot something. Point me in the right direction.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*resists urge to point at Jack*

[can_be_more]

*considers*

He does snore.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm Charlie Kawalsky, an old friend of Jack's. How you doing? I live next door with Liz Weir. You might wanna talk to Jack about the state of your quarters. I think he wants to knock down a wall (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/76526.html?thread=2788334#t2788334) or something this weekend.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn. Hello.

I know of the plan. We were going for more roommates, anyway. Besides, it would be a good idea to take out some frustration with some destruction.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Hey Kawalsky, you still wanna come with to ask Jerusalem about all the crap or are you gonna ditch me?