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[willturntides]

DATE: November 6th, all day.
CHARACTER(S): willturntides, accusedjonah & Anyone who wants to learn how to use these darn guns! (WARNING: Young people may or may not be taught depending on maturity level and age!)
SUMMARY: Singular purpose discovered therein, Tom volunteers himself and his shipmate Hollom to teach people how to use these guns. These ain't your mama's guns.

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[accusedjonah]

As Tom prepared to make the announcement and extend the offer of the lessons, Jonathan Hollom loaded one of the pistols. He cocked it, quietly measured off forty paces as Tom spoke to the strange thing on his wrist-- that they all had. As he seemed to be nearing the end, Jonathan aimed his gun, staring down the barrel at the slightly off-centre bottle stood up on a post...

and pulled the trigger.

Bang. And then, a second later. Crash.

The glass shattered.

because i only have one smile icon da fuh

[willturntides]

Tom looked up the instant the shot rang out. Shock ran across his face in that instant, it looked like he assumed something awful but once he saw that Hollom had the gun - not pointed at himself, thank God - and that one of the bottles was now missing a wide, toothy grin appeared on his face and he turned away to quickly finish fooling with the cuff. Once done he stood up and walked to Hollom with that same big smile.

"Good shot!"

[accusedjonah]

Hollom looked over when Tom approached. He bowed his head politely. He looked, for a moment, almost sheepish. Like a boy caught at play when he was supposed to be working, but Tom's smile prompted a small one from him.

"Th-thank you, sir."

[willturntides]

It was embarrassing that he was surprised of Hollom's apparent skill with the gun. He should have known he was skilled; as a lieutenant he should have and as a fellow officer he should have.

He kept the smile. "How far away do you reckon you could hit that?" He asked, pointing to an amber colored bottle balanced on a rock.

( open to any and all wagonmates/jack kelly/peeps taking a break/WHATEVS )

[practiced]

A result of guardianship: where midshipman Jonathan Hollom went, Sansa Stark followed.

This was not, of course, a hard nor fast rule and already Sansa had found more than one occasion to excuse herself to the company of others. But in the early hours of their second day in the town of Independence Missouri, she found herself once again by the seaman's side - or rather, at a short distance, tucked underneath a nearby tree, where she promised not to be in anyone's way.

Guns were unfamiliar to her, though Jack Kelly had provided the first lesson. The noise they made frightened her and every time someone pulled the trigger or broke a bottle, she started and covered her ears. It made for fixing her hair quite difficult, as she kept dropping the braid which meant she had to start all over again.

[accusedjonah]

After setting up a replacement for the bottle he had shot, Jonathan looked over at Sansa. He frowned briefly at a thought. He imagined Charity with a gun in her hand, loading a bullet, pulling a trigger... He bit his lip as he imagined her in this strange place without knowing those skills. He sighed to rid himself of any signs of reluctance.

"Miss Sansa," he called before walking over to her. A bow, as his hat had been removed and he could not reach up to touch it in greeting. "Would you like to learn?"

[practiced]

Sansa dipped with a bow of her own as shipman Hollom approached; she took the opportunity to smooth her skirts and rearrange her dress around herself as he tipped his head. It was important to keep her appearances as clean and tidy as possible, or else make a poor example of a Westerosi lady.

At his inquiry, Sansa blushed and quickly shook her head no. Sword and bows, guns and rifles - those were Arya's lot, not hers, and Sansa would never wish to be half as unruly as that. "It does not befit a young lady," she pronounced, with an air of authority on the matter. "To handle such things as weaponry, shipman Hollom."

In truth, she had a knife (a dagger as dainty as she), but had kept it secret, wrapped in cloth and tucked amongst what bare possessions she had arrived with.

[accusedjonah]

"Nor would I normally suggest such a thing," Hollom agreed, bowing his head politely. He meant it. In London, he'd have scolded any man who tried to teach his little Charity to even hold a gun, much less use one. However, out here, it seemed sensible to make the offer.

After all, once they left this town behind... Only the Lord knew when they might find any sign of civilization again. He knew only scarce details about the settlement of the American West, and he could not be entirely certain of their destination nor what they would find on the way.

Open

[x23laura]

Laura had come with her own pistol and hunting rifle. She had acquired them shortly after she arrived and the make shift target range was good to perfect her handling of them.

She does not care that her diminutive stature might give people cause for concern that she is handling weaponry. Swiftly she loads the gun and fires at the first bottle, making a clean shot.

open (with an instructor needed)

[deusextaserina]

The getting her own gun thing hadn't happened just yet. She wanted to know what she could use before getting on with the haggling and the bargaining and the stealing, making this day an important one in the process. Not to mention an important one in the hanging around the smooth talking sailors brigade agenda.

So, after properly sleeping off her hangover, Darcy wandered in to the practice area mid afternoon, hands in pockets, and started poking around until someone told her what to actually do.

[willturntides]

Tom had been cleaning a hunting rifle when he spotted Darcy wandering about. He bounced up - literally, bounced - from his seated place and ambled over with that typical long limbed stride of his.

"Darcy Lewis," Tom looks happy enough to see that she had come. If anything he might be able to impress her with a few shots of his own.

[deusextaserina]

The horrible, dorky grin that always came along with polite men grew the instant he bounced over to her. Weird this place may be, but it had a couple clear advantages over middle of nowhere New Mexico, she had to confess.

“Tom Pullings.” She remember herself after a moment- just grinning up at him would turn awkward after a minute and all- and stood up a little straighter. “I’ve come to learn your shooting ways, sir.”

/took forever

[willturntides]

"Very well!" Normally, he would have refused to teach a lady how to use a gun of any kind. But this wasn't normal, and if he would like to chance her survival she would do well to learn.

"You can choose which you'd like to use. The pistol - I think - would be better. Has less kick than the rifle. But if you're looking to shoot longer distance," he held the rifle up as if in explanation.

"Either jump out at you?"

open!!

[frogdreams]

These guns were so... cooooooool. And old. Jade was certainly used to the new automatic kinds of rifles she had at home, but these were just a little bit different. Though, nothing she couldn't figure out.

She examined one, checking where the bullets were inserted and where to insert the powder. Yep, this was going to be a brand new and exciting experience! Jade picked up a rifle and experimentally aimed it towards the woods, pointing it at a rather large tree.

"Bang!" She mimed shooting the gun. If nothing else, it was easy enough to handle. "Well, at least the weight seems pretty good."

[whatistheremore]

"Ma'am." Horatio Hornblower touched his hat, bowing his head as he approached. A woman with a rifle was an unsettling sight, but this was a peculiar setting.

"May I offer my assistance? Horatio Hornblower, ma'am."

[frogdreams]

Jade giggled at his approach. "I'm no "m'am". Just Jade is fine!" But she smiled and outstretched the rifle towards him. "I've never used such an old rifle before. My grandpa only had automatics, so I'm kinda confused about how to load it."

tl;dr, so much tl;dr

[whatistheremore]

"Miss Jade, then." It sounded painfully informal to his ears, but he would not offend the girl. Though he might have frowned at hearing the rifle called old. It looked brand new to him