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

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Gotcha! My family's pretty much stayed clear of the army for... well, generations I think :)

No... that would be the one I took with me... John Sheppard? Ring any bells?

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

Good thing too, those army freaks are... freaks.

Sheppard. I think I've met him before. Seem to remember saving his ass once I think. You should get him to come with (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/76526.html?thread=2744302#t2744302) this weekend.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*snickers* The worst I've experienced are marines. I had two follow me everywhere when I last went to India. It got old fast.

I'll try to. John tends to do his own things ;)

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

Ooh Jarheads! They sure are fun to mess with though. Easy too.

Eh, he comes he doesn't, doesn't really matter as long as there's booze.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Remarkably easy to lose too.

Completely accidently of course.

Already ahead of you on that! Uh, as long as you don't mind rotgut, that is... ;)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

You're not thinking of that stuff that manofthemullet was peddling the other night?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I might be....

*whispers* You wanna find out about his Groundhog day adventures or not?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

That stuff is poison!

*whispers back* I'm curious, but not so curious that I'm willing to forgo my liver in the process!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I've had worse... it's amazing what god-awful stuff they serve you at some of these negotiations... and of course, you've got to smile and act polite

*whispers* It won't be the only thing to drink, I'm sure. Just as long as they accept the fake ID at the Kwik-Mart...

[ooc: Ach! *smacks self* Wasn't supposed to be logged in myself!]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Ever had Yak Butter Tea served to you? In a dress complete with headdress? Oh, the joy of interplanetary travel.

*whispers* Wild Turkey with the honey! Really nice! And if that fails, just get the tequila.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Had the Yak Butter Tea. Not had the dress and headdress.

*whispers* I'll see what they have. I still haven't managed to get there just for cereal bars and fruit yet...

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

The dress ITCHED. And the others just thought it was funny. Bastards.

*mutters* Cereal bars? I never thought I'd miss MREs.

Cafeteria food makes them seem like a gourmet dinner in comparison.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*winces* I can imagine. I guess that's one advantage of not being in the Pegasus Galaxy that long...

Well, Janet and I might be going back to infultrate visit Cheyenne Mountain Colorado Springs to get zats, so I'm sure they wouldn't miss mind donating a few to a needy cause ;)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

While you're there, ask the commissary for their recipe for lemon chicken? Or their supplier? Because I'm getting cravings.

A lemon chicken a day keeps McKay away, after all!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*snickers* Will do.

Unless we have to escape before we get that far

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

Of course, why would you ever want to lose one on purpose?

If it can get you drunk it's fine by me.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I have no idea *giggles*

Oh, it will do. *smiles*

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

The drunker the better! Just make sure Danny gets a whole lot of it and you're fine by me

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Indeed it will be... just as long as no one's sick in my room.

I better check with Janet before I do something like that

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

I'll bring the buckets and ponchos.

I promise he won't get hurt, only really really fun

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*tries to smile* Swell.

Ahh... I'm sure she'd forgive us if he wasn't too drunk for sex at the end ;)

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

Would you prefer cups and umbrellas?

Kawalsky's in love with the Doc, he wants to have her evil genius babies!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I think I'd prefer plastic sheets over everything at this rate...

Really? What useful blackmail... uh... what an interesting fact...

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

We could always nail up tarps...

Blackmail is highly encouraged within our group, Friday will be extremely profitable in more ways then one

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Tarps are good... nails not so much

Of course. All I need is a little, and it can go a long way.