[Aeryn] - Bedding down
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crossing_lostrpWho: Aeryn
Where: The bunker, Large Cafeteria
When: Early evening/night, Day 28, about the same time as Dreaming the dreams of others
Invited: OPEN
Status: complete
Aeryn lifted one of the guns for a closer inspection. The crude mechanisms of the Earther's guns were, compared to a pulse pistol or pulse rifle, simplistic and easy to understand. She worked the release catch and quickly, one by one, each piece was expertly removed and placed down on the table in front of her.
It wasn't rocket science.
She looked over each piece, checking for cleanliness and wear. While she could understand how useful these weapons could be in a primitive society, she still didn't think she'd ever use one unless her pulse pistol was out of comission.
Sliding the catches, she placed the pieces back down. Then, with a very quick and skillful display, she reassembled the gun with ease.
Doing this, at least, kept her mind off where John might be. He still hadn't returned and she was growing concerned. However, without the experience of this island, she wasn't about to go out there alone.
She cast a glance to the doorway in front of her (never sleep or sit with your back to a door) hoping to see movement again.
Sighing, she realised that he may just have slipped into the bunker and, since his room was closer to the exit than her makeshift bedroom, gone straight to bed. Maybe she'd catch him in the morning.
Moving away from the table, to an open corner, away from the doors, Aeryn piled her peacekeeper jacket on the floor, along with one of the blankets she'd been given. This room was pleasantly warm, so she didn't really need to cover herself. She carefully laid the pulse pistol beside her makeshift pillow, then grabbed one of the small handguns and slid a clip home, before stowing it under the pillow. (Can't be too careful).
For a while, she sat cross-legged, watching the doorway, then shook her head and lay on her side. Her pistol was close to hand, but somehow she had hopes she wouldn't need to use it.
Where: The bunker, Large Cafeteria
When: Early evening/night, Day 28, about the same time as Dreaming the dreams of others
Invited: OPEN
Status: complete
Aeryn lifted one of the guns for a closer inspection. The crude mechanisms of the Earther's guns were, compared to a pulse pistol or pulse rifle, simplistic and easy to understand. She worked the release catch and quickly, one by one, each piece was expertly removed and placed down on the table in front of her.
It wasn't rocket science.
She looked over each piece, checking for cleanliness and wear. While she could understand how useful these weapons could be in a primitive society, she still didn't think she'd ever use one unless her pulse pistol was out of comission.
Sliding the catches, she placed the pieces back down. Then, with a very quick and skillful display, she reassembled the gun with ease.
Doing this, at least, kept her mind off where John might be. He still hadn't returned and she was growing concerned. However, without the experience of this island, she wasn't about to go out there alone.
She cast a glance to the doorway in front of her (never sleep or sit with your back to a door) hoping to see movement again.
Sighing, she realised that he may just have slipped into the bunker and, since his room was closer to the exit than her makeshift bedroom, gone straight to bed. Maybe she'd catch him in the morning.
Moving away from the table, to an open corner, away from the doors, Aeryn piled her peacekeeper jacket on the floor, along with one of the blankets she'd been given. This room was pleasantly warm, so she didn't really need to cover herself. She carefully laid the pulse pistol beside her makeshift pillow, then grabbed one of the small handguns and slid a clip home, before stowing it under the pillow. (Can't be too careful).
For a while, she sat cross-legged, watching the doorway, then shook her head and lay on her side. Her pistol was close to hand, but somehow she had hopes she wouldn't need to use it.
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