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

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Janet and I met. Briefly. I was kinda in a hospital gown at the time. We talked. It was good.

And then I got brain surgery and it didn't work and even though it doesn't make much sense since the symbiote was fully removed, I went crazy and my brain went splat on the ramp

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

You wanted to bear her little genetic fetuses (Fetesi?) you perv!

Personally I think the symbiote pissed in your brain and poisened you

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Old age has eaten your brain, Jack.

*slaps Jack on back* So *changes subject* let's talk about your love life. What about... *jerks head towards Sam*

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

And zombies. Can't forget the zombies.

No. SO *loudly* you still have that syphillis or did the dying thing clean that up?

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

*just as loud* Dying cleared that up. Did you find anything that cleared up yours?

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

*Louder still* Yeah, when that Thanagaran Sex God blessed me he she it fixed me better than ever! Which reminds me! You're my friend and you know I don't care if you're a beastiphiliac, but you really need to stop stealing my shorts. That's just sick man.

[OOC:*Dead*]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

You're sick, Jack. You know that?

*loudly* I think you're confusing me with that Adama guy. That's some nasty stuff.

*clears throat*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*grinning from ear to ear*

Ah. I remember this. I don't remember much of it, but I remember this!

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

Ah you know you love me.

Probablt getting you and Shepard mixed up again. Damn.

Hey, you wanna take out the wall between the rooms this weekend? I'll let you use my stereo.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

I'm up for that.

You'll have to ask Liz, though. And your roomie, I suppose.

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

Weir said to ask you. I already left a message on my roomies voicemail. Hope she's figured out how to work it by now.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

If Liz is in, I'm in.

Don't expect me to do your homework or nothin'.

So how we gonna do this? Do we need a permit or something?

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

I think Zero just got a new sledge-hammer. And there are a lot of people here just waiting to tear things apart, we could always solicite outside help. Quietly of course.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Covert operation. I seem to be gettin myself into a lot of those.

Zero's the blonde, right? The one who says weird words and isn't out to get one of the Adama/Archie twins pretty boys?

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

Yeah well look at it this way, if you die again you'll probably just wake in in the infermery Beware the House

Yep. That's her, and Aeryn (The roomie) said she's be willing to help. She might possibly stop by the range maybe. But I'm not sure.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

You might like to ask one of the magic-wielders around the school. They can do some interesting things.

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

Bribe Talk to some of 'em for me?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

I'll talk to my roommate. She's got some links to the arcane. Or something.

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

Sweet.