Ignoring the gang symbols, Lapine entered Joule's shop, and what a wonder it was! Airsoft guns, everywhere you looked, for those people who liked the looks of guns, but for one reason or another it was not... shall we say... 'a good idea' to have a loaded piece on you. Sometimes that was cosplay, sometimes that was being an ex-con, sometimes it's because mommy didn't want to buy you a real gun...<br/><br/>Or sometimes it's cause you wanted to shoot people as part of a sport that DID NOT involve leaving lots of welts... and was more exciting and less messy than laser tag or paintball. That is, unless you were playing in the CAS or UCAS; seriously, what was with the Americans and having their 'sport' reach into the 1.5j+ range?! Weirdly enough, there was a bit more regulation here in the Caribbean League... you know, a place ran by pirates... which is why no nonsensical bullshit with orange tips; AR FLAGS FOR THE WIN!!!<br/><br/><Alright, everyone remember the gun they need?> Lapine inquired, and then pulled up the requisite pictures from the show, sending them to everyone. <Load-bearing, magazine holsters, proper holsters, blah blah, you know the drill. Need help? Ask me and staff; I know how to make this stuff work; it's LITERALLY job-related!><br/><br/>Like a kid in a candy store, Lapine was off to peruse everything. Hell, she might just by more neato stuff for more cosplaying, specially since she hadn't really looked into the animu stuff 'round here...<br/><br/>...she was curious though: where did the exhibitionism sexiness come into play?