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Sam Carter And The Very Big Guns
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
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.

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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 thatWith multi-day drinking?no subject
I just can't say Docter more than once without twitching uncontrolably
But of course!
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Have you talked to a doctor about that? *giggles*Excellent. May need more supplies. *whips out recharged palm pilot and makes the note*no subject
*Snorts*
Beware the power of the techie.
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*giggles helplessly* I couldn't help myself!It has solitaire on it...no subject
I like you, you have great timing.
Ooh really?
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Why, thank you, kind sir. *mock flutters* It was necessary for my former territoryYeah, baby! Great for keeping oneself occupied in lessons that are less than scintilating *cough*Dr Jackson*cough*no subject
Heh.
Danny plently scintilating when he's stripping sometimes
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Oooh, really. *plots to make anth more scintilatingno subject
Just let me know when you seccede so I can come watchno subject
Yeah, sure, will do. Just don't forget to bring a camerano subject
Still and videono subject
Of course! I wouldn't expect anything lessno subject
You know how much money we could make off of that?no subject
Enough for a car? *looks hopeful*no subject
Have you ever actually been to this place? We could probably buy our own Stargate!no subject
Believe me, the car I'm thinking of... probably close to what a gate would cost? Once the price has been exchanged from roubles that is ;)no subject
Go halvesies with you?no subject
Ya sure ya betcha snookums!no subject
Hot pink all-leather interior with whle-skin hubcaps and baby-seal headlights!no subject
Back up and rethink there misterno subject
dolphin-skin?no subject
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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*
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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