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]

*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*

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

Wow. That sounds nice. Think we'd get away with knocking down the wall between our rooms? We could always claim the need for leg-space.

Never ever ever, and I certaintly don't have a gig of it saved to file. Because that would just be kooky.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

We might have to check with our roommates. Although Kawalsky would probably be okay with it, as he'd at least get some use out of his stereo...

Oh. And permission from the staff and school would probably be a good idea too.

You might want to make your C drive non-sharable. So no one can see what you don't have on it

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

Oh Kawalsky won't mind, hell he'll just want to take the first swing.

Damn. I'll ask Jerusalem tonight.

Ooh good thought. Wouldn't want anyone to see my math homewrok right?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

You have a roommate too, you know? Remember?

Okay, good luck with that. I'm out for coffee this evening with my bio lab partner, so I'll think of you *smiles sweetly*

*nods* Best to keep those algorithms to yourself

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

Right. Should probably ask her huh?

*Sarcastically* Thanks. So kind of you.

Right. Algo...things. Stuff.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I don't think you particularly want her mad at you And I don't want her mad at me

You're very welcome. Unless of course, you want to take my bio test tomorrow...

Yes. Stuff. Might wanna hide the porn too

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

She's harmless. She scares me.

The question is do you want me to take your bio test for you tomorrow?

Already on disc

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Don't tell her that! I'm not surprised!

Actually, no, I would like a chance in hell at passing

Good boy. I'm sure you can make a profit out of it later

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

Even I'm not that stupid. Mommy!

Smart girl.

I have many copies ready to sell already

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I didn't think you were Oh, I'm not your mother. Not by a long shot

You work fast. I hear Kawalsky's in the market for some

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

Good to know You aren't old enough by a long shot ma'am.

Where do you think most of it came from?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

It is, considering your past history. Well, the original me is now old enough to be the mother of you now, but let's not go there. And I like the ma'am-thing

Nope. Doesn't surprise me. Poor boy has a lot to catch up on, really

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

Ma'am better then Weir? Cause it feels strange not to call you by a title Ma'am

Ah we'll catch him up on Friday

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Ma'am better than Weir. Wish it could be Doctor still. Ma'am's possibly sounds kinky to others though... *shrugs* Oh well

I only think we'll get so far before we forget what we were doing from the alcohol

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

I'd call ya Doc but I that's reserved for Doc Fraser. She's scary no matter what.

It'll be a multi-day catch-up event

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Not so keen on Doc. Reminds me of the Seven Dwarves. At least Janet's small enough to be one of them. And don't you dare tell her I said that

With multi-day drinking?

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

I just can't say Docter more than once without twitching uncontrolably

But of course!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Have you talked to a doctor about that? *giggles*

Excellent. May need more supplies. *whips out recharged palm pilot and makes the note*

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

*Snorts*

Beware the power of the techie.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*giggles helplessly* I couldn't help myself!

It has solitaire on it...

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

I like you, you have great timing.

Ooh really?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Why, thank you, kind sir. *mock flutters* It was necessary for my former territory

Yeah, baby! Great for keeping oneself occupied in lessons that are less than scintilating *cough*Dr Jackson*cough*

[janet_fraiser]

And I was going to shove Sheppard at you until I heard that!

OOC: OMG, I think you're all on a seriously different timezone than me, not just Sam! *wails*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Oh no! I'm sorry! I repent!! I can't help myself... I ate cafeteria food!!

[ooc: Actually, you can blame Peter Williams for calling Janet/Teryl one of the 7 dwarves *snerks* And I'm on EST... for the next week and a half, at least