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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

Algren was actually smiling to himself as he opened the Wellspring Arms today with a large tea in hand from the Perk, thinking back over the events of the week.

He had developed a new fondness for tea. And the school's gun club had put him in mind to see what it might take to procure a pistol for himself. It would hardly do to continue borrowing a student's weapons for use during the club, after all, and it would be sensible to have one set aside in case Fandom went and did something... decidedly dangerous, as it seemed prone to do.

Paranoid? Algren? Absolutely.

[OCD is up, and Open Arms is Open.]

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Who is looking thoughtfully at the gun cases, yes. His new preference for swords as of late didn't completely wipe away his affinity for firearms, no.

"Captain Algren," Cable greeted, smoothly - or as smoothly as you could while holding an overeager child by the middle, anyway - as he came down the stairs.

Algren glanced up from where he'd been looking, and offered a somewhat more smooth smile and a nod. Mostly because he wasn't holding a squirming Jan at present, as well.

"Good day, Cable. Jan. At least, I trust it's been treating you well?"

"All two hours of it that we've been up," Cable said, dryly, tilting the kid to keep her from-- it was a lost cause. "Yes. Yourself?"

"I can't complain. It's been a good week."

Well, it had been. In a big way, so far as Algren was concerned.

"I didn't have to talk Triela down from any more particularly unsafe ideas, the individual I'm teaching alongside this semester didn't manage to mortify me in front of the students." And he'd kissed Wilhelmina. "A good week."

"Managed to talk her down from turning half the school's population into a snipe squad?" Cable asked, lifting his eyebrows in an amused fashion.

Still holding Jan with one arm, he bustled past the desk - "Give me a moment," - and dug around for the plush giraffe he was fairly sure she'd droppe dthere.

Algren watched the scene before him with a small sense of amusement. Maybe even whimsy. The amusement, of course, was at the sight of such a large man doting over such a small child. The whimsy was mostly because there were two young boys back in Japan that he'd taken to playing a father-figure to, himself. He missed them.

"It didn't come up again. Truthfully, I think she sees me more as a commanding officer than a teacher, at times. The 'no' I gave her the other week was firm enough to hold. I will bring it up with her again, of course. I would like the group to go on some manner of excursion this semester. Just not one that's so..." He was going to grope around for the word, now. It had to exist. "You know."

"Ethically questionable?" he supplied, as he produced the giraffe. A few beats of absolute grabby-hands later, Jan had secured the animal, and seemed to be soothed for the moment.

"That, foremost, among other things," Algren agreed. "Nevermind the more legal matters. Even I'm not properly licensed to own a firearm in this day and age. While it might not be the end of the world here on Fandom Island, on the mainland, where I by all rights should be somewhere around a century dead by now, it would be a different matter entirely. I couldn't claim proper responsibility for those students on the mainland, should any issues arise."

A thoughtful pause.

"Perhaps we could try paintball again. But without the zombies, this time."

"Maybe a little closer to home," Cable agreed, "The portals have been known to be a little... hard to predict, sometimes."

"So they've demonstrated," Algren agreed, with another slight frown. "I've had good luck with one all of once, I'm not particularly anxious to go stepping through another."

Moddable Zen.

But only with prior permission from Cable.

I have joined the ranks of the employed once again, and so I'll be gone for a decent chunk of the day. I'll be happy to grab pings when I get home in the evening.

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