Being a gun nut. (Not really.)

[deadliestberet]

Characters: Preston Marlowe and anyone who wants to join him.
Setting: The workshop
Format: Prose
Summary: Preston has finally decided to assemble his XM8C
Warnings: None, unless you decide to bring in the chocolate event here.

Preston scratched his chin in thought as he worked on reassembling his XM8. In truth he was surprised that he was even granted to having it at all. But that didn't stop it from being a very pleasant surprise. After all there was only so much that he could do with his grenades, C4 and knife. Plus, the apparent version of the weapon was equally pleasant as well. It would most likely prove to be extremely useful within the future. Still, Preston did think it was a bit of a pain to have to reassemble the gun. Not that it wasn't in his abilities to do so of course. All of that time in boot camp had made sure of that. No, it was more of the fact that he had to put a certain amount of labor and time into reassembling it.

Still, he did find it to be a rather relaxing task to do. And a fairly useful moment to help him gather his thoughts on recent events. Perhaps he should start keeping a journal? It might actually prove to have such a thing in the near future. He would have to see about getting one later on. But for now he was going to have to focus on his current task of rebuilding his rifle.
 

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[mutab1e]

It had taken a while for Equius to realize that there was a workshop floor. He had been proceeding up the tower slowly, very slowly, maybe only one or two rooms a day -- a few more if he got bored. So it was already well into his stay when he discovered the fact that there was actually a metalshop here, but the revelation was met with relief and maybe almost happiness, if you squinted. He decided that the first thing he ought to do should be something small, so he enters today with his toolbox and a slightly-crushed mechanical cat that had come in his trunk. (Oddly, this cat seemed to have gills.)

When he enters, he discovers to his surprise that there's someone else in the room; last time he checked, it was just him, and he didn't imagine that anyone else would even make use of this floor. But it seems someone was; a human, adult judging by the size. But what the human was working on was somewhat familiar, even if the detailing was a little different and it was currently ripped into parts.

"Is that a gun?" He doesn't sound scared at all, just curious.