Bucky Barnes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
imfollowinghim) wrote2014-08-29 06:08 pm
imfollowinghim) wrote2014-08-29 06:08 pm
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[Filtered to Wardens + Select Inmates*]
[Bucky has set himself up in the firing range, and has mounted the camera at an angle so you can see where he is and what he's holding pretty clearly. He's back in his Commandos jacket instead of the soft plaid button downs Stiles requisitioned for him.]
Alright, at this point, most of you know who I am and what I was doing before I got sucked into this circus. For anyone who just got here, I was a sergeant in the US Army before I got transferred to the SSR to join the Howling Commandos, which was a squad that's pretty much a combination of the Army Rangers and OSS. It was 1945 when I got grabbed to come here. [So, World War II, obviously.] Barbara was talking about how we've gotta be better prepared for whatever shit gets thrown at us next, and we got talking about how putting you guys through Basic might help.
And before anyone starts complaining about how they've got superpowers and don't need this shit, Basic's not about who can run the fastest or do the most pushups. It's supposed to be getting you used to following orders, doing what you have to to survive, and working as a unit with guys you just met. It's also supposed to help get you ready for what it's like to have people trying to blow you up every minute of every day.
Most of the stuff I know how to do you hopefully won't ever have reason to worry about, [Although who the hell knows, maybe training people to use frag grenades would be a super smart move if they ever wind up somewhere like the Vanquish's planet again.] And it's probably not realistic to expect all of you to go through actual basic training, [Even though he thinks that might do you guys some good. Maybe a lot of good.]
So I guess we'll start with something simple.
[He lifts up his rifle so you all can get a better look at it.]
This is an M1 Garand. It's a semi-automatic rifle. You get eight rounds to a clip, and it ejects when it's done automatically. It's a little old fashioned for most of you, but it'll fire in the water, sand, mud, whatever and won't jam. It's also really simple to use, so it's not a bad place to start if you've never shot ay anything before. The only thing you've really gotta worry about is we didn't use smokeless gunpowder, so you fire a shot and you're pretty much showing whoever you're fighting where you are.
[He lifts the rifle to demonstrate how to load the clip, working slowly enough for people to follow.]
You load the clip into the magazine with your thumb while holding the rifle bolt back with you palm. Push it down 'till it locks, pull your thumb back quick so the bolt doesn't pinch it when it releases, [Which he does expertly, and the blot slams forward, pushing the clip into place.] And you're ready to go.
[He raises the rifle higher, quickly squeezes off three shots, and punches the release to bring the paper target up to the range. All three hit the bullseye almost exactly, with very little variation.
And with that done, he deliberately takes his finger off the trigger, puts the safety back on and lowers the weapon, barrel pointing at the ground and to the side as looks back at the camera.]
I could tell you I'm gonna really kick the shit out of anyone I catch calling this a gun, not a rifle, but there's more important stuff to cover: you keep the safety on unless you're definitely gonna shoot something. You don't point the gun at anything unless you're definitely gonna shoot it. You don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're definitely gonna shoot something.
[He is absolutely not playing around.]
You think I'm kidding, but guys shoot themselves or their buddies because they think it was just some drill sergeant being an ass, and as great as it is that we don't stay dead here? No one needs to see their friend's face blown off because they weren't being careful.
Blanks can kill you too if you put the barrel close enough to your skull. Don't be a fucking idiot.
[There's a lot of other really basic stuff he could cover - don't serrate your bayonet, don't drink all your water until you know you're gonna have access to more, don't hug the ground if you hear a shell coming at you because you're exposing more of your body laying out flat like that - but that can come later.]
I can give lessons to anyone who's interested in rifles and sidearms. [Grenades, knives, maybe even mortars or a BAR if they needed one, but that's pretty heavy duty for something they'll probably never need to use.] If anyone's interested in hand to hand or needs some survival skills, I can do that, too.
Honestly, what I'd really like to do is get anyone who's interested doing at least a couple hours training a day. It's not gonna be fun and it's not gonna be pretty, but if you wanna stay alive, you'll listen to me and stick with it.
And if anyone wants to talk coordinating lesson plans, I'm all ears.
[Strictly Warden Filtered]
Offer's on the table for inmates, too. Lemme know if you want me to add them to the filter. Figured it probably wasn't a good idea to be broadcasting this shit to everyone if there's someone who'd use it as an excuse to cause a clusterfuck.
[ooc: As Bucky said, he can and will include inmates on this filter if their warden thinks they should be here. Right now that means Helena, Blight, The Emperor and Morgana can see this.
The list will be updated as tags come in!]
[Bucky has set himself up in the firing range, and has mounted the camera at an angle so you can see where he is and what he's holding pretty clearly. He's back in his Commandos jacket instead of the soft plaid button downs Stiles requisitioned for him.]
Alright, at this point, most of you know who I am and what I was doing before I got sucked into this circus. For anyone who just got here, I was a sergeant in the US Army before I got transferred to the SSR to join the Howling Commandos, which was a squad that's pretty much a combination of the Army Rangers and OSS. It was 1945 when I got grabbed to come here. [So, World War II, obviously.] Barbara was talking about how we've gotta be better prepared for whatever shit gets thrown at us next, and we got talking about how putting you guys through Basic might help.
And before anyone starts complaining about how they've got superpowers and don't need this shit, Basic's not about who can run the fastest or do the most pushups. It's supposed to be getting you used to following orders, doing what you have to to survive, and working as a unit with guys you just met. It's also supposed to help get you ready for what it's like to have people trying to blow you up every minute of every day.
Most of the stuff I know how to do you hopefully won't ever have reason to worry about, [Although who the hell knows, maybe training people to use frag grenades would be a super smart move if they ever wind up somewhere like the Vanquish's planet again.] And it's probably not realistic to expect all of you to go through actual basic training, [Even though he thinks that might do you guys some good. Maybe a lot of good.]
So I guess we'll start with something simple.
[He lifts up his rifle so you all can get a better look at it.]
This is an M1 Garand. It's a semi-automatic rifle. You get eight rounds to a clip, and it ejects when it's done automatically. It's a little old fashioned for most of you, but it'll fire in the water, sand, mud, whatever and won't jam. It's also really simple to use, so it's not a bad place to start if you've never shot ay anything before. The only thing you've really gotta worry about is we didn't use smokeless gunpowder, so you fire a shot and you're pretty much showing whoever you're fighting where you are.
[He lifts the rifle to demonstrate how to load the clip, working slowly enough for people to follow.]
You load the clip into the magazine with your thumb while holding the rifle bolt back with you palm. Push it down 'till it locks, pull your thumb back quick so the bolt doesn't pinch it when it releases, [Which he does expertly, and the blot slams forward, pushing the clip into place.] And you're ready to go.
[He raises the rifle higher, quickly squeezes off three shots, and punches the release to bring the paper target up to the range. All three hit the bullseye almost exactly, with very little variation.
And with that done, he deliberately takes his finger off the trigger, puts the safety back on and lowers the weapon, barrel pointing at the ground and to the side as looks back at the camera.]
I could tell you I'm gonna really kick the shit out of anyone I catch calling this a gun, not a rifle, but there's more important stuff to cover: you keep the safety on unless you're definitely gonna shoot something. You don't point the gun at anything unless you're definitely gonna shoot it. You don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're definitely gonna shoot something.
[He is absolutely not playing around.]
You think I'm kidding, but guys shoot themselves or their buddies because they think it was just some drill sergeant being an ass, and as great as it is that we don't stay dead here? No one needs to see their friend's face blown off because they weren't being careful.
Blanks can kill you too if you put the barrel close enough to your skull. Don't be a fucking idiot.
[There's a lot of other really basic stuff he could cover - don't serrate your bayonet, don't drink all your water until you know you're gonna have access to more, don't hug the ground if you hear a shell coming at you because you're exposing more of your body laying out flat like that - but that can come later.]
I can give lessons to anyone who's interested in rifles and sidearms. [Grenades, knives, maybe even mortars or a BAR if they needed one, but that's pretty heavy duty for something they'll probably never need to use.] If anyone's interested in hand to hand or needs some survival skills, I can do that, too.
Honestly, what I'd really like to do is get anyone who's interested doing at least a couple hours training a day. It's not gonna be fun and it's not gonna be pretty, but if you wanna stay alive, you'll listen to me and stick with it.
And if anyone wants to talk coordinating lesson plans, I'm all ears.
[Strictly Warden Filtered]
Offer's on the table for inmates, too. Lemme know if you want me to add them to the filter. Figured it probably wasn't a good idea to be broadcasting this shit to everyone if there's someone who'd use it as an excuse to cause a clusterfuck.
[ooc: As Bucky said, he can and will include inmates on this filter if their warden thinks they should be here. Right now that means Helena, Blight, The Emperor and Morgana can see this.
The list will be updated as tags come in!]
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[That could just be aimless flirting, but seriously, you did save his life.]
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That's true. You may be one arm short, if I was missed.
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Hey, that reminds me: I still owe you dinner. And dancing.
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[Yes she had but whatever semantics]
I'm sure we'll find the time, if we ever have a decent port.
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The CES with some decent French cheese and wine... [Like he knows anything about either of that considering where and when he grew up, but hey. He can pretend.]
I'll still owe you a nice dinner.
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You almost make it sound tempting.
[She's not sure if they're just teasing anymore, are they still just teasing???]
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[idk maybe??? maybe not??? zero expectations but if you wanted to js...]
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[I feel like the only appropriate response would need to be expressed through emojis or gifs.]
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Offer's on the table. Or picnic blanket.
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When?
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or something
ignore him]
Well, I don't have any plans tonight. Wanna give me one last nice memory before I ship out for Basic on Monday?
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because that word, I do not think it means what you think it means.]
You've convinced me. Basic does sound terrible.
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or at least had opportunity to happen
(look, you have a nice butt)]
Seven o'clock?
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Are you going to pick me up?
[The small random things she remembers from Bargewell, don't judge.]
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Wouldn't be much of a gentlemen if I didn't, would I? I'll wear my dress uniform and everything.
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[She'll get dat gold and purple dress for you buddy.]
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See you at seven.
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[She'll dress up all fancy for the nice dinner: she's got plenty of nice but simple dresses for a picnic.
She will definitely laugh if he shows up in a dress uniform, though.]
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Bucky shows up at seven on the dot and knocks at her door politely, wearing one of the plaid shirts Stiles got for him with okay, the pants from his dress uniform because that matches better than any of his combat gear. He's got a duffel with him that's got a fair amount of food that may or may not have been pilfered from the dining hall, along with a bottle of wine.
That, at least, he might have asked about before swiping.
(Okay lbr, he wouldn't get away with outright stealing shit from the dining hall considering who works in the kitchen, but anyway.)]
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At seven on the dot, Morgana heads to the door with a dark purple dress on. It's light and simple, no sheer fabric or sewn in jewels, but it's well made and clean. Clearly something she might have worn when she was the Lady Morgana, ward of the king.
Her hair is pinned up in loose curls that frame her face, and she arches her eyebrows at the duffel bag.]
That's an interesting looking picnic basket.
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Just saying, you're pulling the dress off.]
They're not exactly standard issue. [So we're making do with what we've got, and that's army crap from the 40's, plus whatever things he's got access to thanks to the Barge.
He offers her his arm that isn't currently supporting the duffel, because hey, he can be a gentleman. And does usually try to be.]
You look nice.
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