(OOC note regarding post) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=166207.msg7838739#msg7838739)<br/><br/><em>Carver w/ All<br/>Main Cabin, main room</em><br/><br/><br/>Carver had moved over toward a standing metal case of heavy steel, colored a dark gray.  He watched as the other three interacted briefly, listening, but not commenting any more than he had at the moment.  They seemed to be trying to relax and become comfortable with each other.  A good thing, he knew.  He hoped they would all get along well.<br/><br/>He glanced at the keypad on the front of the safe.  Both a numeric pad, like one on a telephone,  and a dial lock, greeted him.  He smiled to himself as he keyed in the code on the keypad after pushing the star key.<br/><br/><em>3 2 6 4 5 9</em>he spoke to himself.  He then pressed the star and pound sign at the same time.  There was a click.  He turned the lever down.  He swung the heavy door open.<br/><br/>The interior of the safe was not quite fully illuminated by the light inside the cabin.  He reached up to the top of the safe and clicked on the small interior light.  It sprang on with a soft hum and cast light down on the weapons in the safe.  He glanced down at the weapons.  He frowned slightly.  He recognized the weapons, but he felt a small amount of trepidation.<br/><br/>"Something wrong?" he heard behind him.  He recognized Jenna's voice and turned to her.  He shook his head, though the slight frown remained.<br/><br/>"Nothing, it's just that I had hoped they would have sent up the guns I used in the service.  Those I'm familiar with.  These...I know them, I'm just not used to them."<br/><br/>She moved next to him and glanced inside the safe.  "Well, let's see what they gave you to play with."<br/><br/>She chewed on her lip for a moment.  "Well, you've got a range of choices, apparently.  Did you ask specifically for one 12 and one 20 gauge shotgun?"<br/><br/>He nodded briefly, slightly surprised at her seemingly instinctive grasp.  Obviously she had exposure to shotguns in the past.  "Yeah, I wanted one of each, one for me to use for game hunting, and the other for, well..."<br/><br/>He paused and glanced back toward Brook, then back toward Jenna.  "Well, home defense."<br/><br/>Jenna nodded.  "And the rifles?"<br/><br/>He shook his head slightly as he glanced at the boxes of ammo stored inside.  "Apparently, our intrepid team of monitors want me to settle a long standing debate or are just being funny."<br/><br/>Jenna's eyebrows came up in question as he bent down and tapped two different stacks of ammo boxes.  "Thirty-aught-six and three-oh-eight.," he said.<br/><br/>Jenna's eyebrows remained up.  "What's the difference?"<br/><br/>"Exactly."<br/><br/>Carver stood up and smiled at Jenna.  He glanced back at the collection of guns and ammo.<br/><br/>"One thing I'm not too happy about though.  They threw all of those in there.  That's four different types of guns, four different types of ammo.  And while you aren't going to try and load a shotgun shell into a rifle and vice versa..."<br/><br/>Jenna nodded after a second.  "Yeah.  You'll have to be careful."<br/><br/>He nodded and shrugged.  "I'll organize it later.  Separate the pairs of guns and match the ammo to them in the space up top."<br/><br/>He closed the door to the safe and brought the lever up to it's locked position.  He glanced around and spoke up.<br/><br/>"Ready to go a-walking?"<br/><br/>He headed over to the door with whomever moved to join him.  As he got to the door, Jenna spoke up.<br/><br/>"Hey, you never said what the code was to get into the safe."<br/><br/>Carver gave her a brief smile.<br/><br/>"'Family'," was all he said as he moved outside.<br/><br/>