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capeandcowllogs2010-04-22 04:44 pm
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WHO: Garrus Vakarian, open to all
WHERE: A firing range! ...Somewhere.
WHEN: Thursday afternoon, three pm-ish
SUMMARY: Everybody gets together to shoot at paper people after a long week of Nazifest 2010. Tag yourselves in! And, er, feel free to make your own non-Garrus related threads. He's just the organizer.
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any? A lot of cops here.
FORMAT: Blah probably para due to my inability to do anything else. Feel free to switch it up.
The first time he actually fired his handgun, the recoil almost flipped it entirely out of his hands. Since then, Garrus had been dead-set on getting more accustomed to modern weaponry - he had his rifle, which was extremely fortunate, but he couldn't keep it on him 24/7. So here he was, getting lectured by a totally unconcerned-by-his-appearance woman behind a counter on proper gun safety which he was pretty sure was only because he was an imPort.
"And we can't allow you to fire that...rifle...inside our building," The mousy woman pointed at the rifle in his grip, the one he'd brought to practice with. "We have an outdoor area for those types of weapons. I'm not certain on whether or not you can fire it on the premises period."
"Alright, but-"
"I'm not finished, sir. Proper gun safety mandates that you aim the barrel fully away from your body when firing-"
Garrus just leaned onto the counter, chin in his hand. It had to have been an hour of lectures, paperwork, and waving other passersby off when they tried to get a look at the futuristic gun he was packing. "I suppose it doesn't mean anything at all to you that I'm an officer of the law and know how to fire a weapon, does it."
"Despite that, I need to be certain you know exactly how to use our weapons. And that weapon needs to be unloaded before you leave the facility, sir."
"I can't unload it. It's permanently loaded."
"...Sir, I don't think I understand. You cannot leave this facility without unloading your weapon, sir," she said louder, as if he were deaf. Garrus just sighed and put a hand over his eyes.
Today was shaping up wonderfully already.
WHERE: A firing range! ...Somewhere.
WHEN: Thursday afternoon, three pm-ish
SUMMARY: Everybody gets together to shoot at paper people after a long week of Nazifest 2010. Tag yourselves in! And, er, feel free to make your own non-Garrus related threads. He's just the organizer.
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any? A lot of cops here.
FORMAT: Blah probably para due to my inability to do anything else. Feel free to switch it up.
The first time he actually fired his handgun, the recoil almost flipped it entirely out of his hands. Since then, Garrus had been dead-set on getting more accustomed to modern weaponry - he had his rifle, which was extremely fortunate, but he couldn't keep it on him 24/7. So here he was, getting lectured by a totally unconcerned-by-his-appearance woman behind a counter on proper gun safety which he was pretty sure was only because he was an imPort.
"And we can't allow you to fire that...rifle...inside our building," The mousy woman pointed at the rifle in his grip, the one he'd brought to practice with. "We have an outdoor area for those types of weapons. I'm not certain on whether or not you can fire it on the premises period."
"Alright, but-"
"I'm not finished, sir. Proper gun safety mandates that you aim the barrel fully away from your body when firing-"
Garrus just leaned onto the counter, chin in his hand. It had to have been an hour of lectures, paperwork, and waving other passersby off when they tried to get a look at the futuristic gun he was packing. "I suppose it doesn't mean anything at all to you that I'm an officer of the law and know how to fire a weapon, does it."
"Despite that, I need to be certain you know exactly how to use our weapons. And that weapon needs to be unloaded before you leave the facility, sir."
"I can't unload it. It's permanently loaded."
"...Sir, I don't think I understand. You cannot leave this facility without unloading your weapon, sir," she said louder, as if he were deaf. Garrus just sighed and put a hand over his eyes.
Today was shaping up wonderfully already.
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"I don't think I ever asked your name?"
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He glanced off at the ranges, then glanced back. "Garrus Vakarian. It's nothing important, just a name. Yours?"
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"Anna Lin, once Major, now just another imPort. Let's put holes in things."