Sphere of Flame, with Gary Cooper and Barbara Stanwyck, was playing in the common room. Parker had appropriated all the pillows, a big bowl of popcorn, and about a liter of Diet Coke to help her in watching it.
"Parker," Turtle nodded, grinned, and took the pillow, adjusting herself around it to get a little more comfortable. "Don't think I've seen it. I'd ask if it's good, but, if it's one of your faves, I think that answers the question."
Parker grinned. "Gangsters, nightclub singers, dorky professors, misunderstandings, true love." She shrugged. "Plus, great outfits on Barbara Stanwyck. What have you been up to recently? Happy late birthday, by the way."
"The list sounded good up until that last part," Turtle said with a grin. "And thanks. I haven't been up to much at all, really. Another day, another dollar. What about you?"
"One rescue and trip to Europe, last weekend. And a long week of hand-wringing about people who were transformed, translated and tranced until last night. Today? Just recovering from a hangover." Parker shrugged, and smiled. "I might look for a prom dress online later. Woo. Excitement."
Turtle grunted. Man, her life sucked lately in comparrison. "Um, I got a gun? I guess that's cool. And, uh, prom dresses, yeah. M'not going, so I guess that won't matter to me."
"No?" Parker cocked her head, then shrugged. "It should be fun, but yeah. If you don't want to, it would be a pain. What kind of gun?" Parker thinks guns and dresses are equally fun. And sometimes accessorizes them together.
"Umm..." Turtle wasn't too fond of either, really. "A...gun gun? Theoretically, it shoots things. It's about....yay big," she models with her hands, "and it's greyish silveryish."
"You should. That's why we've got Gun Club, after all. So people can learn about their weapons safely." Parker looked curious. "Why do you have a gun, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Birthday present," Turtle responded with significant uncomfortable shifting. "There's, um, a gun club, huh?" she asked, still feeling torn because she knew she should probably learn how to use the damn thing, but she still felt weird about it. The whole thought of ever, ever getting into a situation where a kick wouldn't suffice just sent chills down her spine.
"Yup. Meets every Saturday, at noon." Parker bit her lip, and added, "You certainly don't have to, of course. But knowledge *is* power. You might not ever have to use it, but taking care of it just so it's safe to have around is important too."
"That's why have people to help. Me, or Jack, or Nadia, any of us would be good to ask," Parker said. "And you can't be worse than Sokka. They don't have guns where he comes from, just boomerangs and bows and arrows."
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[apologies, got dropped in threads, gah]
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[[ no worries! ]]
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"Hhhmmm." Turtle's mouth twisted thoughtfully. "I'm, like, a total noob, though. Never even touched a gun before..."
[[ my turn to apologize. had a major computer crash. humph ]]
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[heh, np!]
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