<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uaZKI6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tilisa Tangly<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Mess<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: casual, Tanktop, cargo shorts, rubber soled socks.<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Weapon Maintence & Tinbot antics<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tili sat at the table staring down the barrel of a pistol, which thankfully had been disassembled. She ran a wire brush through it a couple times before dipped a cloth in a cleaner and stuck it on a rod before running it back and forth through the barrel slowly, pulling out the blackened wad and smiled as she checked it again.<br/><br/>Next to her sitting directly on the table was a Tinbot, HueHue, little metal legs hanging off the edge and swinging back and forth in the air as it watched the screen in rapt attention, turning to look at the others, "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">I love this show. It's the best show Ever.</span>" It was an odd little thing for its looks, forgoing the normal legionnaires' helmet, and in its place, a casting of a canid skull with several large feathers colored gold, green, red, and purple flitting in the air. The mechanical tone of its voice taking on a petulant timber, "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Why aren't they playing my favorite episode..?</span>"<br/><br/>Tili gave a small smirk, "Well... Did you send them that letter saying they should..?" The tiny bot nodded, "352.7 times." She paused in her work, looking up quirking an eyebrow at the bot who watched her back, "Well.. finish loading those magazines and maybe I'll let you send a few more. ... And make sure your loading them right."<br/><br/>The tiny bot glowered, "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">I. Am.</span>" It paused, looking down at its hand wrapped around the large rifle round, the bullet head half into the magazine while the end stuck out in the air... A quick look around before it pulled out the round and slipped it in properly.<br/><br/>Tili sighed as she finished reassembling the pistol and ran through a mechanical check before looking to the others, "So, who's winning..?"  She had abstained from the game, stating it was all too much to remember and how she preferred Dominos instead...<br/><br/>Then the hull shook and she yelped,  crouching down onto knees as she yanked up a freshly filled magazine and slapping it into the pistol, the tinbot yowling as it fell off the table along with several loose rounds. She paused a moment as things seemed to settle, then shouted as she was thrown with the new round of shakes, sprawling on the floor with a groan, "The Fuck just happened..?"