#tfcolton

The training with Colton had been going unusually well, and Lucas didn't know how long this good streak would last. With the most recent shooting, Lucas couldn't have his protege ready soon enough. Things in Regium were only going to end up worse from that day forward. When Colton suggested their next training session he was surprised but hopeful that it meant the young man was coming to terms with his current occupation.

Lucas set up their regular meeting place, placing several targets before heading over to the table of weapons. It was important that a hitman knew how to use several weapons, especially if something happens that leaves one without a gun. It was also because Lucas knew that Colton was the keenest on guns, something he would have to eventually get over. For now though, Lucas would allow Colton a bit of comfort.

"Delivery for Mister Lasseter," she quipped with a small smirk once the door opened, continuing her lighthearted tone once she'd been allowed in. "Don't worry--there's both food and wine in the bag."

Realizing that a good long walk would do her some good, and that she didn't want to go alone on said walk, she found herself contacting Colton in hopes that he wouldn't mind a graveyard walk. His company would be perfect, she could talk to him, and get a perspective that was different from the ones she was used to. When she heard that he wouldn't mind, she gave him directions to the graveyard so that they can meet there. Since the ginger was familiar with the location, it didn't take long for her to reach it as she patiently waited for Colton to arrive.

Lucas wrapped up his knuckles before hanging the large sand bag, he figured he had sometime to warm up before Colton showed up. The man was already mulling over today's training schedule, start with some light sparring, to see how much Colton had healed and then they could work on some target practice. It would be a simple day, Lucas didn't want to work the young man to hard in fear of scaring him off.

So he found himself in the costume store, wandering through the aisles, really having no idea what he should choose. He wished he knew what Wyatt was going as. Maybe they could coordinate.

Lost in thought, Patrick ran into someone else coming down the opposite end of the aisle. He stumbled back, falling into a rack and sliding to the ground, a bunch of costumes falling down on top of him as he scrambled for a hold to keep himself upright and found none.

"Oh, d-d-damn," he muttered with a grimace, wondering if he could be any more of a nervous spaz.

Sally had been rather surprised to see that she hadn't been called into a mission so far today. It was odd, and practically strange when she was use to being called frequently with the alarming rates of Kaiju attacks that had been occurring, nevertheless, without a mission, she wasn't in a V-50 and if she wasn't in her Jumphawk.... she was left with free time. For many people, free time was always a wonderful reprieve sought after as it was used to achieve some rest, but for Sally, there were only so many times you could rest before even that got mundanely boring.

Boredom normally caused her curiosity to spike since it meant that she would begin to get restless to look for something to do, particularly something she hadn't done before, which lead her into trouble every so often. Taking a walk aimlessly through the Shatterdome, the ginger went through the list of her friends, her very small list, to see if maybe she could find one of them to do something. As she thought about each one of them individually, Jack, Rosalie, Hunter, she realized that they all must have been busy, which meant she was left to fend for herself.

Sighing at her own revelation, Sally paused on her tracks and found a nook in a wall where she could stand in for a little bit, at least to figure out what she was about to do because she certainly wasn't about to spend her day simply twiddling her fingers. She knew she could do some exploring, but she wanted to minimize her incidence of trouble if she could, heavens know the Marshal already had enough on her plate to then add on Sally's troubles, so that crossed that idea out as an option.