Wellspring Arms | Tuesday

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Given that Thanksgiving had brought out Faye's natural mile-wide slothful streak, it was something of a miracle that she dragged herself into work this Tuesday.

Granted, she was clutching an enormous coffee that she would really prefer no one noticed smelled faintly of bourbon, and granted, she was totally smoking in here, as she would until the day Din actually told her to cut it out. (And even then, there'd be such a fit thrown.)

And granted, 'work,' as pretty much always, meant posting up with a magazine and her feet up on the counter.

But Faye was here, and she really deserved credit for that, okay.

[yes hello, I live. open if perhaps sporadically slow!]

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Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was the constant nightmares when he did manage to fall asleep that convinced him this would be a good idea, but either way, at some point during his clinic shift, Will made his way to the weapons shop.

“Uh,” he said brilliantly, feeling very, very out of place right now. “Hi?”

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Faye glanced over, uninterested in this magazine, anyway, and lowered her sunglasses to peer over at the stranger. "Hi," she said, niceish for her. "Are you lost?"

Seemed likely.

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"Only if this isn't the gun shop," Will replied, trying to squash that out-of-place feeling and project a sense of bravado instead.

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"Nope, you're in the right spot," Faye declared with a sigh, heaving her legs off the table and tossing her magazine aside. "Sorry, I like, never have customers." And also he didn't strike her as a real...gun aficionado, at least at first glance. "What're you looking for?"

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Yeah, while he was no stranger to a good fight, the kind of trouble Will was used to getting himself into typically involved fists rather than guns.

Guns were definitely his brothers thing more than his.

“Looking to learn how to use a gun.” You know, for reasons! “Gotta start somewhere, right?” he said, forcing a smile.

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"Everyone does," Faye replied, both curious and non-judgemental for the moment. "Any experience with weapons? Or did you just decide to amp up your personal security?"

She flashed over a smile, trying to be nice about it. "We don't get a lot of hunters," she explained.

Well. Not traditional hunters, anyway. If Will wanted to learn how to shoot a duck or something, he'd be kind of a novelty, actually.

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"To be entirely honest, I'm usually the one taking bullets out of people, that's about the extent of my experience with weapons," he told her.

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"Then you sound like a good person to know, anyway," Faye decided, actually sticking a hand out to shake. "I'm Faye. I know a lot about guns and almost nothing about bullet extraction, but I've been lucky."

For the most part.

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"Will," he replied, taking her offered hand and shaking it. "I know a lot about cutting people open and putting them back together," so yes, probably a good person to know if you were the type that tended to get into trouble. Did Faye get into trouble?

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Pff, did Faye get into trouble.

(Actually, Faye got into a lot less trouble these days than she used to, hmph. Might need to do something about that.)

"So either a doctor," she decided, "or a very open serial killer." Hopefully the former! Though if it was the latter -- well. She was armed.

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“Doctor,” he confirmed. And more of a diagnostician than surgeon these days, but it was still part of his skill set and Faye didn’t need to know the particulars of his career trajectory, anyway. “Have to say that’s the first time I’ve had someone potentially peg me as a serial killer.”

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"You have a vibe," Faye teased, accenting it with a wink to make it very clear that no, no he did not actually have a vibe. "So, Dr. Will, you have some options -- we can look at shotguns, which'll give you a nice spread of bullets so you'll hit something if you use it, or are you thinking you'd want to learn on something more discreet, like a handgun? It's trickier to use accurately, but again, discreet."

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Will grinned back at her. “Oh, I’m definitely looking for discreet.”

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"So we have a few of these," Faye said, gesturing to a case of small, generally discreet handguns. (And some less discreet. Like, Faye was kind of all about it, but there was one with a mother of pearl handle that was pretty flashy.) She reached in, pulling out a few options as she explained them.

"So, this Beretta's pretty popular, from what I can tell -- cops on this planet carry these a lot because they're lightweight and durable. And then there's these Sig Sauer models, and like -- a lot of guys seem to like them?" Faye's nose wrinkle said more than her words did there, perhaps. "I carry a Glock, personally -- lightweight, small."

She laid her own gun on the counter, slipping the magazine out before looking struck. "Oh, shit, I didn't even ask. You want a bullet gun, right? We have lasers and stuff."

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Will gave a short, slightly hysterical laugh in response to that last question, as he pictured the look on Tim Burke's face if Will pulled out and shot an actual honest-to-god laser gun.

"Of course you have lasers and stuff," he said. "Of course. No. Bullets are fine. And a Glock? Sounds kind of familiar. I think that's what my brother uses."

Will was not well versed on the breeds of gun.

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"It's lightweight and easy to use," Faye shared, gently sliding her own gun over to him with a raised eyebrow. "I took the magazine out, so there's no danger if you want to see how it feels. There's a few different models, but that's the one I carry every day."

Faye's was also technically from about fifty years in the future, but weirdly enough pistol design had really not changed much at all in that time.

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Will hesitated for a moment, and then reached for the gun in question, turning it over in his hands a couple times before putting it in a proper grip.

"I like that," he said finally. "But- maybe I should take a look at something else too- a Beretta, maybe? Shouldn't just go with the first type of thing I pick up, right?"

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Faye took extra care to ensure the Beretta she'd pulled out was also unloaded before passing to over to Will, keeping the barrel pointing away from both of them.

"First rule of gun safety," she said, "is that you always act like it's loaded, even if you know it's not. Good habit, you know?"

Faye was not especially into safety -- boring -- but she was into not being shot.

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“Of course,” Will agreed.

Funnily enough, he was also super into not getting shot!

“I’ve seen the end result of lax gun safety before, trust me. No inclination to add to the statistics there.”

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"A lot of people, especially if they have kids, will keep the ammo totally separate," Faye added, looking a little grossed out. "You don't have kids, do you?"

Honestly, if Faye had kids, she would probably understand this practice better, but since she neither had kids nor the inclination to ever have them, she saw it more as a hinderance in an emergency. Also kids should be smarter, come on.

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“I-“ Will started to say, and then stopped abruptly.

have a stepson, he’d almost let slip, except he didn’t have a stepson, because what should have been his wedding night was spent getting him to Fandom instead.

“- don’t have kids, no.”

Did Owen miss him, he wondered?

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That seemed like a rather fraught response to a simple question, but you know who was an expert on minding her own business when it came to other people's tragic backstories? Right here. (Because then people might want to know about hers.)

So Faye lifted a brow at the pause, but smoothly continued, "Well, that's good. Less to worry about, I guess. There's, like, barely any kids here, anyway. One of them's a baby alien and I hang with him a lot, the other is like...I don't know, five?"

Good guessing, Faye!

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He appreciated that discretion. Or disinterest. Either way.

“Except for those times when fully grown adults turn in to kids, of course,” Will shook his head. That had happened like, two days after he’d gotten here, and had been a hell of a crash course on the place.