I want a pistol in my hand

[chilichoc]

[Mel is increasingly sleep-deprived and worried, and she wants to work on finding a way to get home, but she can't settle down to reading. Shooting practice is always a good alternative, so she tracked down the War Room again, and the .50 caliber revolver she so coveted on her last visit. All her fingertips are still bandaged, and she curses in a steady stream under her breath as she has to all but relearn how to fire a gun this size, but it's not long before she's blowing the shit out of the targets on the far wall, over and over and over.]

[[ooc: War Room revisit! Basics: every imaginable kind of weapon, Goombas running around making trouble, and infinite lives for people in the room. All weapons disintegrate if you try to take them out.]]