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driftfleet2015-04-07 07:56 pm
twocomplex) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-07 07:56 pm
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Waystation Mingle Log!
Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.
[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.
Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.
[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.
Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]
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Good morning, Mr. Hawke! I trust you slept well last night?
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[ Returns Hawke, just as cheerfully, although his player is weeping. Meanwhile it actually takes him a visible second to connect 'mister' with anything, since as a title it's just a little ahead of him linguistically, and in any case: ]
And it's still just 'Hawke.' I didn't start chopping out all but the one syllable just so people could add more.
[ He shudders, ridiculously. ]
Ready to get started? Timmy's dreadfully impatient.
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I'm sorry. It's a habit... this fleet is much less formal than I'm used to.
[Glancing over at Timmy. He looks like he is in desperate need of medical attention already. It hardly seems fair to be shooting at him.]
I'm ready. What first?
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[ Timmy is an undead horror. He deserves whatever he gets. Which today will be many many lasers to the ...various parts! ]
All right. See that little notch across the top of the barrel? You should be able to see the target through that, as straight and steady as you can.
[ They've already talked about shooting stance, a significant amount of which will frankly go out the window in a situation where Beverly actually has to shoot at anything alive. It's good to know the basics anyway, and so here they are. He's giving her a pretty wide berth for the moment, since she is about to start blasting away with virtual lasers and all, but lol given the Adorable Proximity Game they seem to be engaged in vis Beverly and firearms, will probably be meandering in at any minute. ]
Try to hit the body and we'll see what happens, yes?
[ Yes. ]
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[She picks up the gun and assumes the appropriate stance, though surely Hawke will need to step in and adjust her posture. At first, she holds the pistol in one hand, as she is accustomed to with a phaser, but she remembers what he told her about the recoil and grips the gun with two hands, holding it well away from her face. Looking down the barrel and through the notch she takes aim.
A blast of red light erupts from the pistol. The kickback is much stronger than she anticipated, sending her stumbling a couple steps backwards and jerking her arms upwards. Once she gathers herself together again she glares at Timmy. She missed. The fresh hole floating above his head is taunting her.]
Damn!
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As long as you don't expect me to answer to it the first time. Or the eighth.
[ No one has called him Garrett for years. Even Carver almost always just says 'Brother.' The joys of malleable protag life.
Anyway, about posture. Of course he steps up, behind and a little to the side of her, adjusting her hands so they form an L-shape around the grip. ]
That should give you a little more support. And you'll be expecting the recoil this time. Less chance of being knocked on your ass. But look how close you came to his head! I'm sure at the least he'd be quite surprised.
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She feels vaguely guilty for playing this game with him, especially after that embarrassing April Fool's encounter, but he makes her feel so... comfortable. At ease, which has been a difficult state for her to achieve recently.
She takes aim again.]
Like this?
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...he feels no guilt whatsoever, it should be noted. We all hallucinate our quasi-love interest and say distressingly heartfelt things to relative strangers a time or two. ]
We'll find out after you take the shot, I suppose.
[ ;D ]
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In seconds, Timmy's heart is ripped to shreds by a furious ball of red light and Beverly only has to take one step back when she's hit by the recoil. And she can't resist ... she raises the gun to her lips and blows on the tip, in tried and true Ancient West fashion, raising one eyebrow at Hawke as she does so.]
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I don't think he'll be coming back from that one.
[Deadpan. Every pan is dead. ]
Well done. [ He squeezes her shoulder briefly, halfway between a friendly sort of ...bro-gesture and one a flirt level or two up. ] You want a shot at his head?
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Why not? Practice makes perfect, after all.
[As she's about to get back into position she stops and cocks an eyebrow at him.]
Though this hardly seems befitting of a doctor. Look at that poor creature. I should be helping him, not blowing him to bits!
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[ ...this is perfect normal instructor practice. ]
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Oh my, well that won't do at all, will it? I just got you all patched up and I can't have him ruining my handiwork.
[She turns back to Timmy, giving him a pseudo-apologetic look.]
I'm sorry, Timmy. This is a matter of professional pride now.
[That and it certainly feels good to get some of her frustrations out this way. Worf would be proud. Taking careful, calculated aim, she effectively disembowels Timmy (or she would have, if Timmy was more than just a piece of paper) before finally removing his head.]