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milliways_bar2012-12-23 12:19 am
boston_bruiser) wrote in milliways_bar2012-12-23 12:19 am
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mun would like to take this space to emphasize the IC/OOC divide
[Out of Milliways:
C-130 rollin' down the strip
SEAL Team froggy's gonna take a little trip
Warning for language.]
It’s a mildly hungover and slightly stoned Voodoo that walks into the Bar this cold December eve. Something from Bar fixes those little problems right up, though, and he heads up to his room, coming down after a couple of minutes with a hefty rucksack full of combat gear that he sets down at an empty booth.
After that, he starts kitting up. First up is a layer of UnderArmour that he slips snug over his torso. Next is the assault smock, then his load-bearing vest and Kevlar, then his tomahawk and sheath, then his helmet and night vision goggles, then his gloves. He’s had practice, and it doesn’t take long.
After a brief inspection of his M60, he starts writing notes.
Ellen –
Heading out. Don’t know where, but it shouldn’t be too bad. I’ll see if I can’t bring you back something. I’ve asked Bar to store eight pairs of AN/PVS-15s for you, along with the respective batteries, spare parts, mounting brackets, instruction manuals, and tools. It’s not a lot, but it should be enough to equip a couple of fireteams, get you guys started out on the right foot.
Stay safe, kiddo.
V
Remy –
Heading out on an op. Don’t know when I’ll be back, but it probably won’t be too bad. Probably won’t make it back in time for Christmas or New Year’s, but whatever.
And I swear to Christ, if you call me Dorothy one more time...
V
Kate –
Headed out on an op. Back in a few. Whenever you decide to stop being such a whiny little bitch, I’m open to talking and/or gratuitous makeup sex. (But if it comes to that, I top. Just so you know.)
To show I am ready to meet you halfway, I have attached a complete Victoria’s Secret Fall 2002 catalog for your perusal, along with a half-dozen tubes of KY jelly and two boxes of Trojan condoms, all three of which will probably come in very handy whenever you and Mr. Gavin decide to get your stank on.
Deuces,
V
Catch him kitting up or don’t catch him at all.
C-130 rollin' down the strip
SEAL Team froggy's gonna take a little trip
Warning for language.]
It’s a mildly hungover and slightly stoned Voodoo that walks into the Bar this cold December eve. Something from Bar fixes those little problems right up, though, and he heads up to his room, coming down after a couple of minutes with a hefty rucksack full of combat gear that he sets down at an empty booth.
After that, he starts kitting up. First up is a layer of UnderArmour that he slips snug over his torso. Next is the assault smock, then his load-bearing vest and Kevlar, then his tomahawk and sheath, then his helmet and night vision goggles, then his gloves. He’s had practice, and it doesn’t take long.
After a brief inspection of his M60, he starts writing notes.
Ellen –
Heading out. Don’t know where, but it shouldn’t be too bad. I’ll see if I can’t bring you back something. I’ve asked Bar to store eight pairs of AN/PVS-15s for you, along with the respective batteries, spare parts, mounting brackets, instruction manuals, and tools. It’s not a lot, but it should be enough to equip a couple of fireteams, get you guys started out on the right foot.
Stay safe, kiddo.
V
Remy –
Heading out on an op. Don’t know when I’ll be back, but it probably won’t be too bad. Probably won’t make it back in time for Christmas or New Year’s, but whatever.
And I swear to Christ, if you call me Dorothy one more time...
V
Kate –
Headed out on an op. Back in a few. Whenever you decide to stop being such a whiny little bitch, I’m open to talking and/or gratuitous makeup sex. (But if it comes to that, I top. Just so you know.)
To show I am ready to meet you halfway, I have attached a complete Victoria’s Secret Fall 2002 catalog for your perusal, along with a half-dozen tubes of KY jelly and two boxes of Trojan condoms, all three of which will probably come in very handy whenever you and Mr. Gavin decide to get your stank on.
Deuces,
V
Catch him kitting up or don’t catch him at all.