After sending out a handwavey email that Gun Club would be an hour early today, Parker set up the range, posted the rules, then went back to wanting to chew her nails about Teal Dear's last concert ( Read more... )

Parker posted the rules and opened up the club ( Read more... )

Parker is very, very hungover. Loud noises, bad. Probably not a good idea to talk to her today ( Read more... )

It wasn't like there was a lot to do outside anyway. So Parker posted the rules, and opened up the range ( Read more... )

Parker put up the sign with the rules ( Read more... )

Okay. This was... unexpected.

Parker didn't bother posting the rules because all the guns had turned into water pistols, Nerf guns, and marshmellow shooters. All the knives were apparently made of rubber and foam.

She did facepalm and just leave the doors open. And post a sign.

COME ON IN. SHOOT THINGS. I CAN'T STOP YOU.

Parker set up the Gun Club targets, set up the Rules, and then settled in for some serious target shooting while she contemplated disappearances and investigations.

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Parker's in a good mood. There are new silhouettes to shoot: trolls, mummies, zombies, and snow monsters. The best places to hit them are marked on the targets ( Read more... )

Jack - having woken to a message from Parker - opened gun club as requested and posted the rules ( Read more... )

Parker opened the gun range, and posted the rules ( Read more... )