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abraxaslogs2022-10-07 04:18 pm
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Per Aspera ★ October catch-all ★ Open
Who: Shepard and various + Open
When: October
Where: Around Cadens and Shepard's Horizon
What: Shooting Range practice & lessons, social mingle, and some planned threads
Warnings: guns, cursing, likely discussion of violence
I. Range at the Horizon
The Normandy loomed over the shooting range, all two-hundred sixteen meters of sleek faster-than-light spacecraft. It was parked, ignominiously, on the dirt itself in very much the way that the real Normandy would only have been if it were trapped in dry-dock for repairs.
Today's occasion is nothing so necessary.
Instead, on the ground-space aft of the cargo hold there's been set up a shooting range. It looks a little makeshift, but it's serviceable enough. The Horizon's ubiquitous wish-fulfillment makes set-up and tidying simple enough, for a start.
Off to the left, there stand a few weapons racks, featuring a variety of firearms ranging from the types of firearms that might be familiar to any member of the Cadens military to a row of oddly-shaped rectangular devices representing weaponry native to Shepard's own home-universe, each gun neatly folded-down and in its place.
There are half-a-dozen shooting lanes with targets of varying distance and sophistication, ranging from holographic figures posed in attitudes of threat, paper cut-outs with zones of deadliness printed on them, vaguely humanoid outlines in plywood, aluminum, and sand-backed paper. There's even a line of bottles perched on a metal crate off to one side: the labels are printed in an alien script, and not all of them are completely empty. The lanes themselves are nothing more glamorous than strips of soil and grass, with an odd mix of gravel, beachsand, and whatever else had come in from the bordering Domains. Shepard had chosen this spot specifically for its position at the crux of several, unclaimed, and unlikely to be contested; all the better for a meeting-place.
In any case, Shepard is on-hand to assist. There's even a sign:
PRACTICE RANGE OPEN TO THE PUBLIC
help yourself if you know what you're doing
assistance available upon request
II. Rager at the Horizon
The cargo bay of the Normandy stands open, the wide bay door slid down to form a sturdy ramp, and up in the belly of the ship itself, amongst the crates and spare machinery is... a wet bar? Well, it's a table surface, and there are a variety of options, which may or may not be familiar. Serrice Ice Brandy, Batarian Fire-whiskey... Ryncol? Maybe you just want to stick with a nice beer, or seltzer-water, or maybe someone here should reconsider the combination of guns and alcohol.
Or maybe you should just go home, if you're going to be a coward about it.
In any case, Shepard is there, standing behind the bar, sitting around in the shade having a drink, or just messing around with the equipment. Step on up, and have a go, why don't you? It's hardly a wild party, but it's not as if anyone has anything better to do.
III. October Event
[ TBA ]
When: October
Where: Around Cadens and Shepard's Horizon
What: Shooting Range practice & lessons, social mingle, and some planned threads
Warnings: guns, cursing, likely discussion of violence
I. Range at the Horizon
The Normandy loomed over the shooting range, all two-hundred sixteen meters of sleek faster-than-light spacecraft. It was parked, ignominiously, on the dirt itself in very much the way that the real Normandy would only have been if it were trapped in dry-dock for repairs.
Today's occasion is nothing so necessary.
Instead, on the ground-space aft of the cargo hold there's been set up a shooting range. It looks a little makeshift, but it's serviceable enough. The Horizon's ubiquitous wish-fulfillment makes set-up and tidying simple enough, for a start.
Off to the left, there stand a few weapons racks, featuring a variety of firearms ranging from the types of firearms that might be familiar to any member of the Cadens military to a row of oddly-shaped rectangular devices representing weaponry native to Shepard's own home-universe, each gun neatly folded-down and in its place.
There are half-a-dozen shooting lanes with targets of varying distance and sophistication, ranging from holographic figures posed in attitudes of threat, paper cut-outs with zones of deadliness printed on them, vaguely humanoid outlines in plywood, aluminum, and sand-backed paper. There's even a line of bottles perched on a metal crate off to one side: the labels are printed in an alien script, and not all of them are completely empty. The lanes themselves are nothing more glamorous than strips of soil and grass, with an odd mix of gravel, beachsand, and whatever else had come in from the bordering Domains. Shepard had chosen this spot specifically for its position at the crux of several, unclaimed, and unlikely to be contested; all the better for a meeting-place.
In any case, Shepard is on-hand to assist. There's even a sign:
help yourself if you know what you're doing
assistance available upon request
II. Rager at the Horizon
The cargo bay of the Normandy stands open, the wide bay door slid down to form a sturdy ramp, and up in the belly of the ship itself, amongst the crates and spare machinery is... a wet bar? Well, it's a table surface, and there are a variety of options, which may or may not be familiar. Serrice Ice Brandy, Batarian Fire-whiskey... Ryncol? Maybe you just want to stick with a nice beer, or seltzer-water, or maybe someone here should reconsider the combination of guns and alcohol.
Or maybe you should just go home, if you're going to be a coward about it.
In any case, Shepard is there, standing behind the bar, sitting around in the shade having a drink, or just messing around with the equipment. Step on up, and have a go, why don't you? It's hardly a wild party, but it's not as if anyone has anything better to do.
III. October Event
[ TBA ]
no subject
"Sure, there's a few willing to take on Summoned for day jobs. In my experience most of it will start with hauling heavy things around, just as a warning for whoever's interested, but several have clerk and courier positions to offer as well. Tell them to start with these merchants." As he rattles off a short list of names all passed to him by Mag and between the other merchants, Claude counts them off on the fingers of one hand to make sure he mentions them all. The list seems complete by the end, except - "Oh, and Belmont. Don't forget him since if he can't take someone that day he'll know someone else they can help."
A pause, in case she needs some time to jot the names down in the efficient way Claude's noted the rest has been written down so far. And, of course, to add yet another conversation topic in there. "Also, I asked about your experience because you remind me a lot of the military commanders I met while serving as one myself. At home that is, since I have no interest in here. But because of that, I do understand why others would."
no subject
But Shepard, for one, had never been averse to working with her kidnappers, if it meant that she could get on with business more quickly. Pride and justice and moral qualms were other people's problems; professionally, her only interest was in the end result.
But she does have a smile for his nostalgia, even as she finishes writing down his list. And Belmont too.
"Only good things, I hope. Haven't had time to screw up yet," She sticks out her hand again, the precursor to a dismissal, "Thanks for cooperating. Maybe I'll see you around. Got a shooting range set up on the Horizon, these days. Doesn't hurt to keep in practice."
we can wrap here if you'd like! i'll start the next one asap
Nothing Shepard deserves to have put on her so he keeps that to himself as she seems to wrap everything up, and when she offers her hand Claude takes it to shake with more friendliness than before. Even if their views on this differ - it's comforting to find someone else with some of the background they share.
"Not a problem. If you need anything else for that form, you know where to find me." A shooting range, though; that's something unfamiliar to him beyond range usually being associated with archery. Claude has the sense that's not what's being talked about here, and curiosity is a good way to draw him into something. And so as he releases their handshake he also follows that up with a nod. "I'll stop by to check it out sometime, certainly."
It could be an idle promise, except for when that message about the shooting range goes out: well, now he's absolutely intrigued.