04 ☕ Voice

[psychic_hotline]

[Warden Filter]

I'm asking for the cleaning supplies cabinet to be locked. Just consider this a heads-up. I don't know if there's even been an issue with an Inmate getting in there and making homemade incendiaries but if there hasn't, well, I know I'll sleep better at night knowing it's less of an option.

Also, I'm visiting the firing range later and I'd be interested in a little friendly competition, if anyone's game.

[Private to the Admiral]

Really? Do I have a sign on my back reading 'please drop world-altering responsibility on my shoulders'?

Never mind.

Could you make the cleaning supplies cupboard locked via Warden Item, like the art room?  Thanks.

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[ Warden Filter ]

[psychic_hotline]

Thanks. Hoping the Admiral'll get back to me soon.

Meet you in the firing range around seven?

[ Warden Filter ] Assume? Unless you really want some shooting!Dean and !Sara

[surfaceshine]

Sounds like a plan. I'll bring the beer.

[He's joking. Probably.]

OOC

[psychic_hotline]

[I was interested in spamming this just because they haven't spoken for a while and I like their CR, but if you've got a lot on your plate then that's fine!]

[ Spam ] Sure!

[surfaceshine]

[Dean is a little early, though it's mostly because he knew he'd probably balk a bit even getting up to the shooting range. That's not something he cares to have an audience for, but he must be getting jaded to the deck because there's little enough incident.

So he's hanging around just inside the designated area, idly taking apart and putting back together his ivory-handled Colt.]

[ Spam ]

[psychic_hotline]

[She appears a few minutes later, slinging a beat up leather jacket over her arm; there's a snub-nose revolver, her weapon of choice, tucked in a shoulder holster.

She raises an eyebrow at the Colt. Between the engraving and the ivory handle it looks more like a museum piece than something you'd actually use.]

Nice.

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean has actually, in his line of work, used museum pieces before; but he loves this gun, well worn and reliable, and it shows in the moments before he looks up and grins at her with simple pleasure both from seeing her again and for the compliment. He holds it up.]

Closest thing I got to a service piece - Colt 1911 A1 .45 caliber. Dad bought it for me. Yours? [He's already eying it keenly, sliding the clip back into his own gun.]

[ Spam ]

[psychic_hotline]

Smith & Wesson Model 65, .357 - my duty weapon. It was a gift when I made detective. Not standard issue, but... [She smirks and shrugs the shrug of someone who was never called on it and does not give a shit, then gestures to the doors into the range.] Shall we?

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean nods appreciatively at the specs, straightening up from where he'd settled and reaching to open the door for her, tilting his head to invite her past with almost a dopey kind of grin.] Absolutely.

Been a minute. How's the Barge treatin' you? [He trails after her, keeping his Colt in his hand since he hasn't got a holster for it and he'll be using it shortly, anyway.]

Re: [ Spam ]

[psychic_hotline]

Not so bad. Don't know how the port treated you but it worked out pretty well for me. I think I could stand to see the Barge spend another week or two under a benevolent dictatorship if that's what you get.

[She glances around the range. Standard gallery on one side, the windowed wall and simulation control panel on the other.]

Any preference here?

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

Port kicked my ass, but I can promise you it knew it was in a fight. [This cheerfully; he pauses to glance at their surroundings too, shrugs.] Lady's choice. I just came for the ego boost.

[He just wants to shoot something. He doesn't care what.]

Re: [ Spam ]

[psychic_hotline]

Works for me.

[Might as well take advantage of the fancy scifi bullshit while it's here. She goes to the control panel and programs in a simple scenario - hostage situation, twenty hostiles, five hostages - then steps back as it gives them a count of ten to prepare. Holographic shapes start to flicker in the windows.]

First to ten wins?

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean, meanwhile, hangs back and moves over to the shooting line; he pops the clip on his Colt, checks it one more time, taps it against the grip, and slides it back home while she's setting them up, thumbing the safety off, muzzle aimed at the ground. By the time she's back over by him he's shaken himself out into a relaxed firing stance and his eyes are tracking the holograms as they gather strength and then fade.]

You got it. [The countdown reaches three and Dean tenses with thoughtless confidence into readiness, raising his gun, finger steady on the trigger. He grins.] Hope you got your beer money ready.

Re: [ Spam ]

[psychic_hotline]

[She permits herself a cocky little smirk of her own.]

Have you?

[The course chimes its readiness. Two figures appear in the bottom center window- a hostile and a hostage - and she makes a near-flawless center-of-mass shot.]

[ Spam ] I am so, so sorry about my tag fail -_-

[surfaceshine]

Whatever. [Dismissive but amused, Dean smirks; the muzzle of his Colt starts to swing towards the figures too but he's let his focus go soft and intent for movement and he sees her doing the same, adjusts immediately for the figure at the top - hitting just to the right of its chest - and then the one that appears in the next window over - just to the left.]

I mean, I prefer whiskey, but beer'll do.

[spam] no worries dude /brofist

[psychic_hotline]

A man after my own heart. [Another hostile pops up in the top corner window and she plugs it in the head - between the eyes, maybe a little show-offy.]

[spam] <3

[surfaceshine]

[Dean, without taking his eyes off the range, gives a low whistle of appreciation.] Nice. [There's a brief pause in the appearance of targets and Dean waits it out without relaxing, and he grins in the second after he almost plugs a hostage but doesn't, adjusting his aim and taking the hostile holding it like a shield just below the throat instead.]

But nice ain't gonna cut it.

Re: [spam] <3

[psychic_hotline]

[Oh, this is what we're doing now, huh.]

Taking that shot in my line of work'd get me suspended.

[Another hostile, completely hidden behind a hostage, one arm held like a bar across their throat. She fires into its elbow; when it staggers to one side she plugs it neatly in the head.]

[ spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[Hey, you started it.]

Darlin', that's the only shot worth taking in my line of work.

[He's a good shot, probably the best in his family, but generally Dean doesn't have to be a fancy shot; for the most part, it's hitting anything at all and the material he does it with more than the accuracy of his aim that puts down whatever he's shooting at, with only a few exceptions. So he settles for another center mass hit on the bottom row, doesn't get his gun up in time to take the one on the top without wasting ammunition on a miss, and makes an amused sound in the back of his throat.]

And what about that shot?