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[interns]

[ guess who, in the middle of this laser tag war, is drinking a giant mug of hot cocoa. no, guess. she's managed to form a little safe zone in the cafeteria, off to the side, where she sits armorless, but not humorless. oh no! she's kind of really enjoying seeing people run around, getting real serious about this. then again, she doesn't really... get that it's a little bit unplanned, that they all felt the need to play. ehh. it doesn't seem to register. she thinks people are, finally, just having some fun. that the flood wasn't all that flood-like this time around, despite the Admiral's warning.

then again, maybe in an hour she'll feel the need to gear up, too.

you can bet that when that does happen, she'll be sneaky and tactful and then probably apologize after shooting you. ]

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[shakenandlimp]

[Bush is in his uniform, as he nearly always is while aboard the barge. Fortuitously, his blue armor somewhat compliments the blue of the royal navy. If pressed, he could not tell you whether he felt compelled to put it on or not; probably any compulsion is overshadowed by his natural love for a tactical drill.]

I'll see the colour of your armor, madam!

[Only by luck, he has seen her first, and is leveling his plastic gun at her, grinning. He could only be more pleased if there were powdersmoke and cannons going off.]

[interns]

[ no! she's been doing so well, sneaking around, laying low. getting shots in from behind good cover. but she peeks over her shoulder and all she sees is blue, so she does the one thing any honorable laser tag warrior would do. she lifts her left hand, her gun held out in the right, foot poised to turn around-

but instead just gives her a boost dodge around the nearest form of cover ( in this case, it's just an overturned chair )! and try to get a few shots in before he manages to get her in his sights again ]

You won't catch me that easily!

[ yes, taunt the opposing solider when you're pretty much trapped good plan ]

[shakenandlimp]

[He throws himself back-- he is used to close quarters fighting; a flintlock is only guaranteed not to miss if you jam it in the other man's belly before you shoot, and that's if it doesn't misfire. This rifle fighting is still new, and it takes him a moment to find his own cover, and another moment to sight again. They are in standoff.]

You won't surrender, then, you red--

[He catches himself. Of the five or six ways he would normally end that sentence, not a one is fit to be used in front of a young lady.]

-- gentlewoman, you?

[interns]

[ she laughs, and it probably doesn't sound very intimidating, but she could get what he was trying not to say, and that was a little funny ]

I'll never surrender! I'll have backup here in no-time, just you wait.

[ will she? no probably not. it's kind of a free-for-all, isn't it? but she can hope. ]

[shakenandlimp]

Then I shall have to dispatch you before they arrive! [He leans around his cover and takes a few shots, little blue dots appearing briefly on the floor near her to mark his misses.]