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

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

Weir better? How about Beth? Lizzie? Ms. Borden?

Girl stuff. How... fun.

I stopped in to bug him once but his class... makes my brain cry.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Ms. Borden?

Uh, sir...?

*wonders if she'll be scraping pieces of him up off the target ranges*

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

Too far?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

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

Yes. Luck. Very awesome luck.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I thought I'd let him go... this time....

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Yes, as long as you get some for me to. Chewing up people always makes me feel hungry. Or horny

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Yeah, as long as you know somewhere to eat that's not the cafeteria *g* That's helping. I like the way you think... *g*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I think there's a fancy restaurant and a diner at least. Not tried either. Probably will do pretty soon. I like the idea of unwrapping him like a present

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I agree 100% with you there. I might invest in a microwave and mini-fridge and feed myself! *grins evily* Oh, wherever you see fit to, my dear ;)

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*eyes narrow* Just don't call me Lizzie!

And it is fun for us ;)

*giggles* I would have taken his Egyptian class, but it clashed. Actually, his anthropology one does too, but I'm trying to work around that

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

Not Lizzie. Got it.

And only you.

You know a lot of the classes have that Kroney-thing going on where the class jumps around whenever...

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Good. *smiles sweetly*

Yeah, I've noticed that. I seemed to have done quite well with this clash, considering it took me 3 days to notice it....

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

Three days huh? Have you tacked up your sched where you'll always see it?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Well, I have now.

It was on my palm pilot, and I just got out of the habit of checking it

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

Oh, naughty Liz--ard. Lizard. Never get out of the habits

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Lizard?! Good lord, I think I prefer Lizzie to that!

I got distracted by the trials of high school again.

(And I might have left it on accidently, had it drain it's battery and have yet to unpack the charger - oops?!)

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

Really? *Makes mental note to call her Lizard at random moments from now on*

Distracted huh. Sure.

(I totally didn't do the same thing with my laptop Damn you Spider-Solitare you've taken over my life!)

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I was drunk too for part of it

Ooh, Spider Solitaire. Not that I play at all. Noooooo

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

See, now that makes sense.

It's almost as bad as those stories on the net! Not that I've ever read any of course *cough*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*nods* From the same stuff I've got from the weekend. If you like, I can get you so trashed, you won't even remember where your room is ;)

Of course not *cough, cough*