Blood Gulch Toy Arms - Saturday

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Allison woke up later than usual, but she didn't mind much. Padding over to the kitchen, she crawled on top of the counter and grabbed the box of cereal and a bowl from the closet. She jumped back off and pulled open the fridge, retrieving the milk carton. After filling up the rather large bowl and pouring an excessive amount of milk over it, she wolfed down the breakfast and left the mess behind. She had more important things to do. Like make money so she could buy a real gun so she could join the UNSC.

She pulled on her clothes, grabbed the toy gun from the nightstand and padded down the shop to open up. Strangely enough, she didn't find it weird that her gun was just a toy or that any of the other weapons inside the store were toy weapons too.

She was still going to make people pay for playing with them, though.

Blood Gulch Toy Arms was open.

((Yep, the store is open. There are NO real weapons inside the store. Anything you buy is a toy and will stay a toy even after wee!weekend is over.

For radio, normally the gulch is NFB but as Tex is wee and incapable of killing anyone, the squirrels are free to try to listen in this weekend.

ETA: And Tex and Deadpool are off to the park now so the store is closed.))

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[sideburnsofwar.livejournal.com]

Toys or not, even as a godling Ares knew there was an armoury nearby. He raced into the store. "Hey!"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex was standing up on a chair and leaned her elbows on the counter as she eyed the other boy. "Hey. You got money?"

[sideburnsofwar.livejournal.com]

Ares put his shoulders back and puffed his chest out. "I'm a god," he said. "We don't need money."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Allison didn't look much impressed. "You can't buy anything if you don't have something to pay me with," she pointed out. "That's how stores work. If you're a god, you should know that"

[sideburnsofwar.livejournal.com]

"We don't need to buy things either," Ares said. "Mortals just give them to us."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly did not run into Blood Gulch Toy Arms. She was THIS MANY and only little kids ran.

Instead she bounced in.

"Hi Hi Hi! D'you have stuff that blows stuff up? D'you have blazebalm?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Allison might have pouted a little at the question. "I only have toys. Stupid big people won't let me sell real stuff."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"That's stupid," Aly said, crossing her arms. "Toys aren't as much fun."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"They're better than nothing," Allison decided. "You want to play with the toys?"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

A small boy in an oversized leather jacket and two radar dishes on the side of his head... wait, no, those were his ears, came into the shop. He pouted and folded his arms.

"Guns are bad."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Allison gaped at the boy. "Boys are dumb," she shot back.

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Apes are dumb," the Doctor huffed. "We should blow this place up. Then plant a 'nana tree."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"I should blow you up," Allison reasoned, apparently her logic hadn't changed all that much.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Hey Tex, I was wondering if you'd be willing to work on a modification for a Colt...oh crap."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Allison was sitting on the counter, swinging her feet. "Who's Tex?" she asked, still recognising Pip.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...You? Maybe?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Nooooooooo," Allison frowned. "I'm Allison. You know that."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade was bored. Shuichi and Yuki were much too little for any fun games.

"Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeex!"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

That was the second person to call her that. Allison frowned at Wade. "I'm Allison."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade frowned but recovered quickly, bouncing happily. "Wanna throw things at people? It'll be fu~un."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Allison considered it for a moment, tapping her finger against her chin. "Sure. What are we throwing?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John walked into Blood Gulch Arms, wondering if Tex had some sort of net gun. Loogie gun. Keep-small-kids-immobilized gun.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Too bad there was currently a kid sitting on top of the counter and twirling a toy gun around her finger as she waited for costumers.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Uh..." John walked out. Looked at the sign. Walked in again. "Okay, I think I'm in the right place," he said to himself.

"Heya. Where's Tex?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Allison sighed as if she was bored of having to say this. "I don't know a Tex."