Blood Gulch Arms - Monday

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Tex opens up the shop in the morning. She got a last minute job Saturday evening and had been gone until early this morning. If anyone needed her, she's sure they'll know how to find her today.


((Shop layout and current weapon supply can be found here. You want something else? Just ask her and she'll try to get her hands on it for the right price. Feel free to bug her, just know that she'll bug back.))

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks into the store and looks over the brochures carefully and with interest and waits his turn to be served on.

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Tex waits until the costumer before Marty leaves. She wouldn't have trusted the guy with a pocketknife. Shaking her head over the amount of idiots she gets in her shop, she turns to Marty. "See anything you like, kid?"

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Marty smiles like he was a kid in the candy store.

"Oh I see too many things that I'd like to get, but I'm not weapon shopping today. I'm Marty Blank. I left you a voice mail the other day about the possibility of getting some sort of gas masks? Somebody released a hallucinatory drug at the pub the other night and I wanted to purchase some for myself and some friends and if you have enough stock in them make a notice to the students on campus that you have them available for purchase."

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Tex recognised the look all too well and smirked behind her visor. "Right, I got that voicemail. It's not something I have in stock right now." She tapped the side of her helmet, "it's not something I really need, but I can put an order in."

She reached down under the counter and pulled out two sheets. "I can get my hands on this model (http://www.botac.com/micsafm95.html). It's from this time, but it should be adequate and I can get it in two days. Or you can go for something more advanced (http://www.armynavysales.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/MA199_large.jpg) from my own time. It will filter the air more effectively, but it will be more expensive and it will take about five days to get it delivered."

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Marty looks over the sheets. "These would be good, but they are kind of bulky. Maybe something a little smaller that just covers the nose and mouth? And I don't suppose you'd be willing to give out a student discount? I'm not sure how many students will take my suggestions seriously."

((I'm looking for something that a student could carry with them in a backpack and put on. Is that even possible?))

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"There are, but they don't offer the same coverage as the full ones. For an emergency, it would of course do the trick." She rumages around some more and pulls out some different sheets. "These (http://www.familydefense.com/images/GOGGLES-MASK-FILTERS.JPG) come with goggles, which I probably advicable as depending on the toxic it can effect your eyes as well. I can get these within two days. Or there are these (http://www.approvedgasmasks.com/images/msa-comfoElite.jpg) which don't have the goggles but do have a better filter and it's more compact. It'd take four days to get them delivered."

She looks up at Marty as he suggests the discount. She's definitely not a charity institution, but if it attracts costumers. "I think we can discuss the discounts, but you'll have to do something in return."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty nods. "Let's go with one with the goggles as that will provide more protection then and looks like it will be easier to carry. I'll order a dozen for myself and friends. If the school administration will allow me to post a notice, I'll direct students that these are available for purchase. As for the discounts... what would have to be done? Our campus has a non-weapons policy so I'm not sure what I'd be able to do."

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"I'll put the order in and I'll let you know when they've arrived." She frowns at the mention of the weapons ban, she'd heard it mentioned before. "Just make sure the shop is mentioned in the notices you put up, I'll offer students a 20% discount on the masks. And let's just say you'll owe me a favour?"

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((ooc:Oops. that could be a problem as Marty does take the job as Security Officer seriously. He wouldn't let anyone on campus if he thinks someone might get harmed.))

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Marty shrugs. "If it is something that I can actually do for you? We should be able to come up with something. How much would the gas mask be with the discount?"

((ooc:I'm okay with it being a problem. FYI: Just had a plot denied that kind of touched on the same issues, so the mods may be unwilling to do so.))

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"These models are cheaper than the full ones, 37 dollars with the discount. Let's say 440 dollars for your order," Tex replies. "And I'm sure I'll come to with something when the time arises."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty pulls out a credit card. "You take plastic right? And I assume you'll call me when the order comes in?"

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After classes, Aeryn wanders into the shop. She isn't exactly suprised to see nothing there, and takes her time looking at the brochures (not reading them) until someone shows up.

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Returning from a short bathroom break, which takes way too long with the armour and don't even get her started about it because you'll be stuck for hours, Tex grins as she notices Aeryn.

"Hey, Aeryn."

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"Tex," she assumes. "You look different today."

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"No, actually this is how I normally look. It's just that Deb seemed to think the booths are a bit of a tight fit when I'm wearing my armour," Tex replies, although it's hard to tell from her tone whether or not she agrees.

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"I can see where that would be a problem," she says, nodding seriously. She unholsters her weapon. "I brought my pulse rifle."

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"Nice," Tex moves closer to the counter and takes a look at the rifle without making a move to take it from Aeryn. "You said it's like a laser?"

[can_be_more]

"That's what everyone else says. I don't think they have weapons like this at their disposal," she says. "It runs on chakan oil, which is not native to this planet, and which is explosive. One of the problems I'm having is finding a good target for practice, because it the blast burns the paper ones."

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"I have no clue what whimp came up with paper targets," Tex says irritated. Shaking her head, she lifts the side of the counter up. "Come on."

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Not sure exactly where she's going, Aeryn follows Tex, carrying her weapon.

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Tex moves to the armoured door, she pushes in a code in the panel beside it and says "Buenos dias cockbites" before it hisses open and the light in the supply room jump on.

"You first," Tex says to Aeryn, motioning inside. The room looks like a library but instead of bookcases, it's filled with weaponracks.

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Aeryn steps inside, and her week just got much better. "Just like home," she smiles.

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Tex grins. "Lots of guns in space, huh? Just move to the end of the room, unless you'd like to try out some of these too."