[ multipup smorgasbord ; or, choose your own adventure ]
Ben Wade is having a damn fine morning. Target practice is the name of today's particular game; he's out on the range, trying his hand with what appears to be a small armory. Omnipresent Colt in the holster at his hip, he's just finished peppering a paper silhouette with musket fire, and once he switches out this target for a fresh one, he'll move on to the futuristic handgun in his arsenal. (The blaster and rocket launcher have yet to be touched.)
Kate Warner is taking advantage of a break from South Carolina's heat and oppressive humidity. She's at the inlet, indulging in a swim. When her muscles begin to burn, she'll head for shore, and stretch out on the striped beach towel waiting on the sun-warm sand.
Inside the bar, Gina Cowell is sipping a nonfat latte at the counter, patron-watching. This is only her second visit to Milliways, and the place isn't going to get any less interesting anytime soon.
Mary Morstan is tucked into a booth along one wall, with a pot of tea and a Wilkie Collins novel for company. Absorbed in her reading, she's oblivious to the two overburdened wait-rats nearby; they're on a collision course, certain to upset precarious stacks of dirty dishes and glassware on their respective trays.
Raylan Givens, however, isn't quite so distracted by paperwork - or what appears to be a squid-centric soap opera on a nearby television - that the rats escape his notice. He moves his white Stetson from one side of his unoccupied table to the other, just in case. He'd prefer not to sport splatters today.
[ ooc : have at, y'all! I may be a little spotty throughout the weekend, but consider this post open indefinitely. ]