10 - [Written//Spam]

[whateverthemess]

I need some target practice. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the CES.

[Spaaaam]

[She's not all that far past the door--it's a sunny, open field today, with low-cut grass. That suits Murphy just fine. She has three separate targets set up, all human-shaped pressboard dummies papered over with target sheets. They stand twenty-five yards apart, at

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[bythe_books]

[Sam, for his part, hasn't even checked the network in an hour or so, so he totally misses Murphy's entry. And so, upon entering the CES to the sound of gunfire, Sam's immediate reaction is to draw his own gun (which he'd never had much cause to carry back home, but the Barge was another matter entirely), but he quickly re-evaluates the situation once he catches sight of Murphy and her targets. Holstering his own weapon, Sam offers a smile and a lame, Sam Tyler-y attempt at a joke.] New high score?

[whateverthemess]

[Murphy blinks, half-startled by the arrival, and thumbs her gun's safety on after ejecting the chambered round.] Not bad, anyway.

[She picks up the discarded bullet and holsters the weapon. The loose bullet goes into a pouch on her belt.] Sorry to interrupt the quiet.

MY SLOW TAGGING CAME IN HANDY WITH THAT EDIT

[bythe_books]

[He shrugs, nonplussed.] It's all right. If I'd wandered on too long in silence, I'd have probably gotten lost in here. [Not that he has a bad sense of direction, more like, well. He's Sam Tyler. He lives in his own head.]

FATE, ROS. DESTINYYYY. Or something.

[whateverthemess]

[She snorts.] I wonder what would happen if you were in here when it changed?

[Murphy glances down at her arsenal, then back at him.] ...Gun laws don't translate here, do they?

~LAZINESS PAYS~

[bythe_books]

[Scoffing, since his luck is pretty much shit.] I'd probably turn into an antelope or a... [Handwave. Thinking of something.] Wookie, or something.

[He laughs a little.] You and half the wardens here would find yourselves banged up if they did.

[whateverthemess]

A wookie? Don't they count as sentient, technically? Does this place do sentient?

[And now she's looking around with vague paranoia. She shakes her head.] Sometimes-- [And yes, she might be showing off a little bit when she lifts the P-90 into her arms.] --you just need a little semiauto help to get by.