A Girl And Her Machine Gun (OPEN)
Who: Kino, anyone else who drops by
What: The weekly 'Kino's in shop, come by and buy guns say hi!
Where: Swindle's shop and Firing Range (Zone 5)
Notes: You're welcome to come into the shop or drop by the firing range, just let me know where you're coming in from.
The shop was the same as always. Busy - very busy, considering the new ad campaign the Swindles had rolled out -- and Kino was throwing herself into the work as firmly as possible. There were four new guns on the Swindle's line (two for Cybertronians, two for organics) and five ammunition rounds that were working now, with more in development. The Swindles were pleased, which was good for her, and she was too busy to think about the things she didn't want to dwell on, which was also good for her. She'd done a lot of work on things to make her job easier - including signage to let organics know they could enter via the side door which put them on the raised counter Kino worked from, and a few new ziplines to get her to places where Hermes couldn't easily reach. There was now an actual lift next to her workcounter to take her and Hermes up and down as needed, which made them both very happy once it was done.
The firing range was doing steady business, and kept Kino on her toes -- even if she didn't need to be running it directly, she was responsible for making sure the target system was replacing targets and the drones were clearing the floor of spent shells and the like. (Thankfully her size didn't stop her from using the computerized system.) There were also multiple organics (some human, some not) looking for weaponry, and Kino was happy to assist them in picking out what would be best and teaching them some of the basics in the firing range. She moved back and forth between the shop and range, happy to be kept busy. If anyone ever noticed the hours Kino worked, no one ever mentioned it -- the Swindles were glad to have someone who worked so diligently, and Kino didn't consider that there should be a set amount of time she should work or rest. She was here, and so she felt she should work.
And so she did.
What: The weekly 'Kino's in shop, come by and buy guns say hi!
Where: Swindle's shop and Firing Range (Zone 5)
Notes: You're welcome to come into the shop or drop by the firing range, just let me know where you're coming in from.
The shop was the same as always. Busy - very busy, considering the new ad campaign the Swindles had rolled out -- and Kino was throwing herself into the work as firmly as possible. There were four new guns on the Swindle's line (two for Cybertronians, two for organics) and five ammunition rounds that were working now, with more in development. The Swindles were pleased, which was good for her, and she was too busy to think about the things she didn't want to dwell on, which was also good for her. She'd done a lot of work on things to make her job easier - including signage to let organics know they could enter via the side door which put them on the raised counter Kino worked from, and a few new ziplines to get her to places where Hermes couldn't easily reach. There was now an actual lift next to her workcounter to take her and Hermes up and down as needed, which made them both very happy once it was done.
The firing range was doing steady business, and kept Kino on her toes -- even if she didn't need to be running it directly, she was responsible for making sure the target system was replacing targets and the drones were clearing the floor of spent shells and the like. (Thankfully her size didn't stop her from using the computerized system.) There were also multiple organics (some human, some not) looking for weaponry, and Kino was happy to assist them in picking out what would be best and teaching them some of the basics in the firing range. She moved back and forth between the shop and range, happy to be kept busy. If anyone ever noticed the hours Kino worked, no one ever mentioned it -- the Swindles were glad to have someone who worked so diligently, and Kino didn't consider that there should be a set amount of time she should work or rest. She was here, and so she felt she should work.
And so she did.