it's a mingle, a paisley mingle

[timelapsed]

Who: Paisley crew and/or visitors and/or Chloe
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Paisley
When: Anytime in March p much

[ Welcome to the Paisley, where the drama's made up and the points don't matter ]

Comments

[reek]

[ Theon's aim is good, but the sound. He dislikes the sound. Lines of frustration form on his face with every shot he takes, whether he hits his target or not. Another shot and his ears are ringing, and that's more than enough incentive for him to stop and turn to speak to Stefan.]

Preparing for whatever may come.

[ He regards the gun with a look of contempt as he sets it down. ]

How do you even concentrate with the noise?

[stefanged]

I didn't. [He folds his arm, glancing around for those noise-cancelling headphones he swore Jason had left in here...] Until you and Raylene got here, we didn't have an armory.

The old security guy should've left a pair of headphones. They'll help muffle the noise, especially since you're up close and personal with it.

[reek]

[ Theon's response is a huff and a shake of his head. He doesn't want headphones (whatever those may be) or anything else to cancel out the noise. What he wants is the old and familiar. ]

The people of my house are renown for their skill with a bow. [ Things left unsaid but he assumes to be obvious enough: "Including me." ] Quiet, but deadly all the same. Your ears are left open to listen on what's happening around you. If the enemy tries to sneak up on you, you can get him before he gets you.

[stefanged]

Right. That would work fine if we were planet-side, but we've been attacked by enemy fleets in the middle of nowhere.

A bow doesn't do as much when you're trying to hit another ship. [At least, Stefan would assume so.] But if you wait until we hit the next planet, maybe they'll have your bow and arrows.