[open log] at the shooting range

[witheredecay]

Characters: Kevin (Iris) plus anybody else
Setting: A lower level of the Danger Room
Content: Training time
Status: Open and incomplete.
Thread-jacking: Hooray

Crack!

[Kevin's got his cheek pressed up against the .22 long rifle he borrowed from the school's armory. He's on the lower level of the Danger Room, which is where the architects decided

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[dazzlerock]

[Did somebody ask for the Dazzler? Probably not, but she's here anyway, sauntering across the simulated shooting range. Truth be told, she's not a big fan of guns. Explosions, yes, she's had a beaten up copy of The Anarchist's Cookbook since she was sixteen, but popping off a cartridge?

She offers Kevin her standard shit-eating grin as she taps her unprotected ear with a finger, indicating he should remove his protective headwear.]

If those things really keep the racket out, you should start wearing them when you try to sing. Better yet, get me a pair. Call it a birthday present...

[witheredecay]

[Kevin turns his head and casts Ali an expression of pure "how dare you". Then he slips on the safety on the pistol and puts it into the cradle on the stand so he can give Ali his full indignation.]

It's punk rock! Nobody can sing in punk rock!

[dazzlerock]

I can sing, ingrate! [She sticks out her tongue at his ire, both immune and indignant to his little tirades.] So can Jono. Hell, I've even heard Logan carry a tune. You... [She shrugs, grabbing for him to give him a friendly jostle, ever defiant of Kevin's strict NO TOUCHING rule.] It's a good thing you're cute 'cuz you can't sing worth a damn.

[witheredecay]

[Kevin frowns, pointedly ignoring her "cute" remark, and then points Ali over to the wall.]

Eyes and ears, Ali. Put 'em on. If you're gonna stay here, that is. [He waves her over again to the supply of goggles and earmuffs.]