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Before you left, the acting commander, whom you don't seem to get along well with, had an incident with several of the more lax sailors under her command. When you inquired, she had denied any such thing. She might be commanding the Yukikaze right now, but it might be worth it to revisit the subject. Or not; it's not like she's your friend or anything. Either way, you might be able to get more information on the state of battle from her.

Socks is still available via psionic link (one of these days, you'll sit down with him and try to figure out how the hell that link works). You might be able to try and figure out what the hell is going on with the Martians in more detail by working with him.

Or you could go for the most appealing option right now: do nothing. You're tired, cold, and even a spartan bunk would be comforting at the moment. You're not quite alright with the idea of sleeping when a battle's raging nearby, though, no matter how much you've done already.

[ ] Resupply and relaunch
[ ] Talk to Naomi Ito
[ ] Figure things out with Socks
[ ] You're completely wiped
[ ] Other

Subwitches! Yeah!

>>20790862
>[ ] Figure things out with Socks
While seeing what we can do about a snack.

>>20790862
Ito's gonna be busy with Fightan. We can befriend japawitch later.

Socks is always an option.
Juiceboxin' then re-launching isn't too smart - We're kinda tired.

Let's take a nap.

>>20790862
[x] Talk to Naomi Ito
We should let her know that we want to sortie to put the Sub-Strikers to their original intended use, but need to know if the Japanese Witch knows of any quick battlefield recuperation techniques for getting energy back.
Like, do they have candies and other sources of sugar aboard?

Socks + Snack.
Multitaskin'

Are we gonna be juiceboxin'?

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Socks and snack sounds nice. We've had enough hostile tentacles for one day.

We should get a tentacle-rub.

>>20790993
No, just something to eat. It's been a while, with some pretty serious magic exertion.

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Launching while worn out just wouldn't be smart, Naomi Ito is probably busy commanding and you don't want to distract her with a battle so close by, and just hitting the hay during all this wouldn't sit right with you. You decide you need your rest...but that doesn't mean you can't still do anything useful. You're willing to bet that the Brass are going to be just as confused about this turn of events as you currently are; anything you can do to enlighten them will help offset the fact that you told them not to fire on the gigantic flying Martian ship you were all aiming to kill as recently as this morning.

You head to the cramped mess hall, noting the lack of cooks and the like. The sound of activity echos throughout the ship, but not a single noise comes from the hall itself. You'll have to help yourself, you suppose. Glancing around, you make sure that the hall really is empty. Satisfied, you sneak behind the serving line and start opening a few food storages. You find all sorts of foreign ingredients more suited to the palates of the Japanese crew. Still, they ought to have...

"Bingo," you whisper in celebration. The ship hadn't been resupplied by a Japanese base in ages, so you figured there might be a chance...but you never actually expected to find a decent store of Strawberries. Grabbing quite a few, you head to a table to snack.

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>>20791222
[Socks,] you say between bites of the delicious fruit, [what's going on now?]

[I'm not entirely sure,] he answers immediately. [These displays offer much information I cannot interpret in a useful manner. It appears the Harbinger has submerged itself, though.]

The image of the massive craft smashing through a ship as if it weren't there is still fresh in your mind. [Yeah, I know that, Socks. Is there any way at all that you could figure out more about what the hell was going on? Why did the Harbinger fire on Martian ships? He's not the type to...betray his superiors, right?]

Socks takes a moment to get over the word. [No, he is not.] There's silence on the other end as he thinks things through. [However, that's not to say the reverse is true.]

[What do you mean?]

[He may have been betrayed by his superiors.]

That's...you can't describe how it makes you feel. Angry. Sympathetic. Something like that. But what's more important is what that could mean: serious fissures between levels of the Martian Power Structure, not something that they'd want during War. Not if they're thinking straight, anyway.

[ ] Will he keep up his war against Humans?
[ ] What kind of Command drives its subordinates to something like this?
[ ] Other.

>>20791222
Eat them lewdly.

>>20791308
You savor the texture of the next strawberry you eat, carefully noting each seed with your tongue. The fruit gives way with a crisp crunch as you bite.

You're still not sure what you want to ask of Socks.

>>20791297
[x] Will he keep up his war against Humans?
[x] What kind of Command drives its subordinates to something like this?
Both of these are important.
Especially since McArthur is going to be after our head for telling the flotilla to not sink the Harbinger just as it became vulnerable.

>>20791324

[x] Other, see if we can feed socks the taste of strawberries. If nothing else, the interaction between our sensorioums should be... interesting.

Also.
[x] What kind of Command drives its subordinates to something like this?

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Both questions burn in your mind. What kind of Command drives its subordinates to do what the Harbinger's Commander did? Will that Commander continue to assault Humanity, fulfilling a sense of duty? Or will he retaliate, attacking Martian positions in revenge? You decide to ask Socks about the Martian High Command first.

[I'm afraid I don't know much about the military command structure, Cleona. On Mars, we do not often engage in activities on the surface, nor do we have vast oceans. Our wars have never dictated a need to divide our forces into specialized terrain like your own, though I believe our commanders have begun testing the idea here. Our armed forces have ranks like your own, with an upper echelon of senior commanders and those skilled in political maneuverings.]

You're a bit confused. [You said political maneuverings?]

[Yes.]

[Is this openly announced? Business as usual?] You know your own military sometimes falls prey to politics, but you'd like to think that seniority and competence tends to dominate those in charge.

[I do not understand. Politics is a natural side effect of such an organized system.]

[I'm asking if political moves are a big part of what it takes to reach the top.]

[...I suppose that may be true. War itself is an extension of political disputes. It is only natural that our military commanders have skill in politics.]

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>>20791583


Hmm. You can't be sure, but if the Martian Military is more overtly political, then that would explain some of the oddities in their actions.

[Would their betrayal of the Harbinger, if that's what it is, take priority in the Commander's mind? Will he attack them in revenge, or will he attempt to continue waging war against us in his own way?]

[I do not know him well enough to determine that. As it is, I feel he may focus on those he sees as having betrayed him, but I do not think he'd have many qualms about attacking humans.]

Again, an answer that does really answer with enough certainty to satisfy you. The Brass will probably want more concrete information, not feelings and vague indications of politics.

[ ] Socks, can you taste this?
[ ] Any idea where the Harbinger is going?
[ ] Other.

>>20791591

[x] Socks, can you taste this?

>>20791591
[x] Socks, can you taste this?

Oh the possibilities~

[x] Socks, can you taste this?
Oho.

>>20791591
[x] Any idea where the Harbinger is going?

>>20791591
>[x] Socks, can you taste this?

This is lewd. This is a lewd quest.

You realize you're not going to get very much out of Socks; he just doesn't know everything you need to know. Poor guy is probably tapping away at that display, trying to do everything he can to answer your questions. You sigh, staring at a strawberry as you let it dangle by the leaves. Several minutes pass as you gaze, lost in a swirl of non-thought. You blink, snapping out of your reverie.

[Socks,] you ask, [think you can deepen the link again?]

[What for, Cleona?]

[Oh, just...testing.]

He cautiously allows your mind to be more tuned in with his own, a sense of double vision flooding your senses. You feel as if you are in two places at once, lost as if in a dream. Struggling, you focus on your own slice of reality. You carefully place the strawberry in your mouth and take a bite.

[Cleona, wh-!] Socks' train of thought suddenly stops, cut off by a torrent of foreign flavor as it overwhelms him.

You take an agonizing length of time to chew the bite, letting its flavor soak your tongue in the unmistakable sweetness of a strawberry. You take another strawberry from your shrinking pile and bite it as well. Socks stays silent, unable to say a word, as you work your magic. With a satisfying gulp, you finish chewing your strawberries.

[W-what was that, Cleona?]

You smile. [Strawberries.]

[Incredible...]

And then a door swinging open forcibly removes you from Socks' mind.

[ ] Hide before someone can bitch about missing strawberries
[ ] Offer the intruder some fruit

>>20791768
>[ ] Offer the intruder some fruit
It's only polite. And we were hungry after a long day in the depths of the freakin' ocean.

>>20791768

[x] Offer the intruder some fruit.

They're probably pretty stressed. And remember, we have a good excuse for being here.

>>20791768
[x] Offer the intruder some fruit

Don't hide! Someone interrupted your experimentation!

>>20791768
[x] Offer the intruder some fruit

Someone else to share in our... delights.

>>20791768
>[x] Offer the intruder some fruit

>>20791768
[x] Offer the intruder some fruit
Combat replenishment via high calorie and sugar foods is a time-honored Witch tradition.

You turn to face the intruder, pivoting on your seat. Standing frozen in the doorway is a female figure, dressed in an officer's uniform and wearing pants.

Lt. Cmdr. Naomi Ito.

"What are you doing?" she asks, studying you closely.

"Eating strawberries. Want one?" You offer her one from your pile.

She stares at you, making to leave once or twice. However, your gestures manage to convince her otherwise. Without a word, she sits down next to you, taking your offered fruit. With some clumsiness, she takes a bite, grabbing some of the leaves as she does so.

"Bleh," she says, picking the leaf bits off her tongue.

"No, like this," you demonstrate. You take a large bite from below, avoiding the leaves entirely.

She watches carefully, imitating your actions with her own strawberry. Her eyes close tightly as she chews, clearly not used to (somewhat) fresh strawberries. Finished chewing, she turns to stare at the table.

"So what's up?" you ask.

"Nothing."

[ ] Let her sit in silence.
[ ] Press her.
[ ] Other.

>>20791883
[x] Other.
Slide behind her, hug her from behind, press chest into her back
'You're lying.'

>>20791883

[x] Other: If you need to talk, I'm here. I'm outside your chain of command here.

'Nother strawberry?

>>20791910
This could work...hm

>>20791883
>[ ] Let her sit in silence.
But give her an opening, along the lines of, "If you say so."

>>20791899
I think that's a little too chummy.

>>20791910
This is also good. I guess I'll back it, actually.

>>20791910
I like this.

Strawberries are wondrous and magical objects.

>>20791925
What if we had some cream for them?

>>20791959
>not chocolate

pleb

"Alright," you say carefully. "Still, if you're having command problems or the like, I'd be more than-"

"I am not having command problems!" she replies angrily.

You respond with a simple look. She rethinks that statement.

"...So I'm having command problems. It's only to be expected! This crew is used to being commanded by our Captain. No matter whose orders they were directly following, they saw him at the top, overseeing everything. I'm not him," she blurts.

Command problems. That's no good, especially during a time of war. "Lt. Cmdr. Ito, may I be frank?" You take her lack of response as an affirmative. "That's some grade-A bullshit right there."

"W-what?"

"The chain of command exists for a reason, you know. It's not just a way to say 'this guy is more important than this other guy,' like a lot of people seem to think. It's there to establish and keep order, even if someone gets killed along the way."

Naomi Ito's fists begin to clench. "The chain of command is there to remind us to follow our Captain!"

[ ] And you're acting captain now
[ ] That's a load of bull
[ ] Other

>>20792001
>[ ] And you're acting captain now

>>20792001
[x] And you're acting captain now. That means the chain of command leads right to you.

Have another strawberry. Good food helps.

>>20792001
[x] And you're acting captain now
"He's not here, you are. And as the ranking officer, your word is law."

>>20792001
>[x] And you're acting captain now
WHAT NOW?

>>20792001
[x] That's a load of bull
"The chain of command is there to prevent chaos. Do you want to know why the Harbinger is fighting other Martian forces right now?
Because the Martian commanders are more focussed on political jockeying than they are with winning this stupid, senseless war.
Maybe you should remind your crew what's really at stake here; not their respect for you, not even their own lives, but the survival of our entire goddamn species.
If they aren't willing to follow your orders then they should get out of the fucking way of people who are actually willing to do what it takes to achieve that."

"And you're acting captain now, right? For God's sake, think it through. The chain of command tells you all to follow the most senior officer on the ship, the guy in charge, right? That's you right now. They should be following you." You give her about the most serious look you can muster. She can't seriously be this stupid, right?

Ito doesn't immediately answer. From the way she fidgets, you feel like she's a pressure cooker about to explode. For a moment, you think she might just end the conversation right here and now, storming out and having you thrown overboard or something ridiculous. Instead, she breaks down.

"But I'm a Witch!" she cries out. "They wouldn't follow me! Why should they!?"

[ ] I already told you
[ ] What's wrong with being a Witch?
[ ] Other.

>>20792129
>[x] I just told you

Save this for later
>[x] What's wrong with being a Witch?

>>20792129
Fuuuck and I wrote that huge thing too.
[x] What's wrong with being a Witch?

>>20792129
"I must be missing something here."
>[ ] What's wrong with being a Witch?

>>20792129
[x] I already told you
"The Chain of Command doesn't differentiate."
Unless it actually does, but I don't see it doing so.

>>20792129

"I must be missing something here...

[x] What's wrong with being a witch?"

"I must be missing something here. What's wrong with being a Witch?" you demand. "Does being a Witch somehow disqualify you from command? Does it invalidate you as someone to trust or believe in?"

"I-"

"Did you consider that you've been a Witch this entire time? If there was ever a problem with the remote possibility of you being in a position of authority, don't you think that you'd be some damned ensign somewhere, answering to everyone but the poor enlisted fools like myself?"

"But-"

"No buts! The Captain, someone you and the entire crew trusted and followed, chose you to fulfill the duties of being his second in command. That includes taking over if he died. Think about that. He trusted you. Not those pukes smoking and playing cards in a god damned cargo hold. You."

Naomi Ito stays silent, processing your words.

"If some of the crew are giving you problems, then maybe you should remind them of that. You and I might not have gotten off on the right foot, but I'll be damned if I let this sorry situation go on."

She nods somberly.

[ ] Now get out there and command. This is no place for you, not right now.
[ ] Take a breather for now, but the moment you step out of this hall..
[ ] Other.

>>20792316
[x] Now get out there and command. This is no place for you, not right now.

>>20792316
[x] Take a breather for now, but the moment you step out of this hall..

[x] You're with friends here. Just because you're the captain now, doesn't mean you always have to be Captain. You need to be able to lay down the law, but you also need to have someone you can confide in. Someone that you aren't "The Captain" to. Someone you can trust. Everyone needs a friend.

[x] Take a breather for now, but the moment you step out of this hall. you are The Captain.

>>20792316
[x] Take a breather for now, but the moment you step out of this hall..

Give her time to make a game plan. If she just walks out she'll make a fool of herself.

>>20792316
[x] Take a breather for now (by which I mean a MINUTE maybe), but once you step out, do your thing.

Have a strawberry. Fresh fruit is good for you.

[ X] Take a breather for now, but the moment you step out of this hall...put boot to ass, show em whose boss!

Also, remember to tell her "Good luck Captain Ito." as she leaves.

"Now go ahead and take a breather. You can't go out there and command when you're a wreck like this," you say. "Do what you need to here, but when you walk out that hatch, make sure they know that you're their commander right now."

She nods again, then starts laughing softly. "To think I'd have to get a lecture on command from a...what was it? Poor enlisted fool like yourself?" She grabs the last strawberry, snatching just before you could close your own fingers around it. "You know...these are quite good. Thank you, Chief Kukyendall."

"Don't thank me; I swiped them from behind the serving line. You have no idea how drained I am from that dive," you tell her, waving off her thanks. "If anything, you should be nailing me for theft right now."

Ito gives a more cheerful laugh. "I think I'll let that one slide. I don't think you'd have managed to get me in here without them, and where would I be then?"

You smile. "Lost and confused, probably." You let her finish chuckling at that before going on. "Look, even just turning a wrench for a living can get pretty stressful. I know how important it is to have someone to slap you in the face from time to time. I might not be around for much longer, but...if you ever need someone to talk to..."

For the first time, you're not irritated to have Ito look at you. "Thanks," she says.

[ ] So what's the latest on the battle?
[ ] Let her forget about the outside world for now.
[ ] Other.

>>20792455

[x] Let her forget the outside world for now

She might not be able to, with the burden of command about to weigh heavily, but she can pretend, and we can pretend. Maybe it'll help.

>>20792455
[x] So what's the latest on the battle?
Because we have stuff to tell her about that.

>>20792455
>[ ] Let her forget about the outside world for now.
We are ON BREAK. If Yamamoto himself wants to order us around, WE ARE ON BREAK.

>>20792455
[x] Let her forget about the outside world for now.
We'll tell her about the break in the Martian command structure when she's ready to go back out and assume the captaincy.

You decide now's not the time to start talking about the battle waging (or that was waging) close by. She's not likely to really forget about all her responsibilities or the dangers of war during this strawberry break, but the least you can do is let her try.

"So, Lt. Cmdr. Naomi Ito. You ever play cards?" you ask.

"Cards?"

"Yeah, cards," you say, producing a pack of waterproof playing cards from your pack.

"You took those with you?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You're crazy," she says, smiling.

The two of you play cards until the strawberries are all gone, enjoying the simple competition and shooting the breeze. You start to feel the fatigue bury itself; it's still there, but it's gone from the surface. You're enjoying yourself, recuperating your mind. From the way she's naturally tossing cards and laughing, you figure Ito's feeling the same way.

"Well, I can't hide in here forever," Ito says at last.

"Nope. You've got a ship to command."

Ito nods. As she steps through the hatch, she looks back at you. "Thank you, Chief."

"You're welcome."

[ ] Hit the hay
[ ] You still have stuff to do - ?

>>20792716
[x] You still have stuff to do - Sub Strikers prepared to sortie
And don't we still have to tell MacArthur why we didn't sink the Harbinger?

>>20792716

[x] You still have ONE thing to do.

Find Ito, salute, then: "Commander, you may wish to know there has been a change in the martian command structure, etc etc."

Then bed.

It both reinforces Ito's position, and shows that we aren't going to hold things told us in confidence as leverage. Also, this is the kind of thing that WILL move through the command chain, but could be helpful to know SOON.

>>20792716
[x] You still have stuff to do - Report in to somebody. Tell them about the goddamn stuff we learned from Socks.

>>20792716
Check with Socks, see if the Harbinger being cut off from Martian Command has been passed on. If not, catch up to Ito and have her pass it along.

>>20792761
Wait, I'm dumb. How would Socks have passed it on without us knowing?

>>20792749
We have somebody to report to right here. Wait till she walks through the hatch though.

You decide you'd have a better chance of not getting your ass chewed by MacArthur and friends if you gave the information you've gotten some time to disseminate before you all get back to Brisbane tomorrow-ish. That means catching back up to Ito. As you clean up your table, you decide it's probably best to let her have a little bit of time to get back into Lt. Cmdr. Ito of the Yukikaze mode.

Picking up your gear, you head back to the cargo bay. As you enter you almost expect to be hit by a wall of cigarette smoke, but thankfully those three slackers are nowhere to be seen (or smelled). You head to the corner where the Substrikers were stored, carefully stowing them. You note that the crate containing your mini-torpedoes is decently full. You can't say the same about those mines, though.

>>20792924


Deciding enough time has passed, you head to the bridge, hoping to find Ito there. As you enter, you see one of the slackers. He's a shorter, more portly fellow, a bit of an oddity. Behind him, keeping a firm hand on his shoulder, is an intimidating fellow you recognize as one of those that busted the slackers yesterday. In front of him is a very displeased-looking Ito. They're speaking in Japanese, but you're pretty sure they're saying something along the lines of:

"You were caught slacking again."

"I'm not slacking, I'm working."

"Blah blah is not working."

And so on. Any time the slacker tries to raise his voice, the friendly man behind him squeezes the slacker's arm, reminding him who he's talking to. After some discussion, Ito says something to the friendly man, who then begins to lead the slacker out. As the slacker slips by you, you catch him muttering.

"...itch."

[ ] Give him a friendly tap.
[ ] The friendly man has this under control.
[ ] Other.

Let's no go smacking dudes right after we just talked to Ito about Chain of Command.

>>20792930

[x] Other

"...itch." could be the end of ANYTHING in Japanese. Hell, for all we know, he could be finishing a ritual apology to the spirits that guide the ship for daring to have the temerity to question its current reigning lord and master.

And of course it is our duty to foster international unity. How better to do that than by learning some japanese?

Let's ask for a translation.

>>20792930
[x] Other.

Inform The Captain that perhaps that sailor needs extra discipline, before or after reporting.

>>20792930
[x] The friendly man has this under control.
The absolute last thing Ito needs is someone outside her chain of command getting involved.
Let's just watch.

>>20793010
The way I see it, The Captain and Ito are two distinct people. One is our friend, while the other is literally God.

>>20793069

Agreed. That's why I voted to wait until she was OUT of the door to report up above, and do it as though she was indeed, god.

And why I want to see the poor slacker suffer.

>>20792930
[x] The friendly man has this under control.
Do not subvert his, or Ito's, authority.

You let him walk by, entering the bridge as the hatch clears. You're not quite sure how inter-service doctrine dictates you should greet her, but you figure a brisk salute should suffice. "Lt. Cmdr. Ito," you address, snapping a salute.

"Chief Kukyendall," she answers, turning to you. "What is it?"

"I'd like to report on my findings."

"Findings?"

"Regarding the situation with the Harbinger and Martians, ma'am."

Ito looks around the bridge, making sure everything's in working order before turning back to you. "Of course. Let's talk, shall we?" She nods to a sailor, then leads you out. She brings you to a room functioning as her office. "What have you learned?"

"Ma'am," you begin as you take a seat, "it looks like there's a rift between the Harbinger and the proper Martian forces."

"Well yes; that was certainly obvious once it opened fire on its own ships. I've gotten that information already, Chief."

"Yes, but it's more than that. From what Socks understands, the commander of the Harbinger is not a man to arbitrarily betray his superiors. He was pushed to this by those in charge."

Ito bites her lip. "What does this mean, then?"

"From what I've learned from Socks, the Martian High Command might be just as much political as it is military. They're probably jockying for position, rewarding certain underlings and punishing others, the war be damned."

>>20793247


"...You're talking about infighting."

"Exactly. They should be fighting us, but instead their top leaders are fighting each other. They're complete idiots with regards to war."

Ito twirls a pen. "That would explain some of the disunity in their global efforts..."

"In addition, I'd like to talk about why the Harbinger should no longer be the primary focus of our attacks."

"Oh, speaking of which, I heard the order come through earlier to cease all fire on it. That was a puzzling one."

"I believe I'm responsible for that one, Lt. Cmdr."

"Oh?" she asks, curious.

"Socks and I believe that the Harbinger isn't likely to focus its efforts on Human targets. As evidenced by the battle, he's more likely to focus on revenge."

>>20793250


"How can you understand how an alien commander thinks?"

"It's obvious, isn't it? The Harbinger spent most of its time chasing Socks with ineffective and poorly-thought-out assaults. If he had simply wanted to prevent a Martian Scientist from falling into our hands, he could have just had Socks assassinated, or the flotilla annihilated. There's enough mobile weaponry on the Harbinger to devastate entire fleets. The commander didn't want Socks eliminated, he wanted Socks brought back so he could personally deal with someone he viewed as betraying him."

"And the commander now thinks the High Command betrayed him?"

"Exactly. He'll be tying up Martian forces and doing damage if we let him roam free."

Ito mulls this over. "I'll be sure to forward your thoughts to Admiral Isaki for consideration. I feel he'll pass them on to General MacArthur as well."

You salute. "Thank you, Ma'am."

With that done, you're about ready to collapse.

[ ] Bed
[ ] Other

>>20793253
[x] Bed
Get some sleep.

>>20793253
[x] Other
Yetta, hugtimes, etc.

>>20793295
Yetta's back at the research base.

>>20793253
Wah! What're we gonna do on the
>[x] Bed

sleepytimeNext time on Subwitches Quest

>>20793303
Socks hugtimes?

>>20793314
Socks is on the Martian Minisub.

>>20793322
Arrange a sleeping nest in the hold near our strikers.

>>20793322
Well
uh
shit
[x] bed then I guess
Unless Rae is about.

>>20793386
Rae is also back at the research base.

You're tired as hell. You've been in and out of combat like crazy, and the past month feels like one long, exhausting day. It's time to get some rest. Heading to your bunk, you pass by a few crew members, but otherwise have an uneventful trip. A blessing, you think, given your knack for being in the middle of chance events. You hop on the bunk, not once even thinking about complaining. Its mattress is too thin, its blankets too cheap, its pillow nonexistent...but you can sleep in it, and that's all you care about.

Before you head to dreamland, however, you decide to give Socks a few words. You did end a bit abruptly, after all.

[Socks, you there?]

[...Yes, Cleona.]

[Sorry about earlier. Lt. Cmdr. Ito kind of busted in on me and I had to deal with it.]

[Do not worry; I understand that sometimes situations come up that must be handled.]

You sigh. [Don't be like that, Socks. I'm sorry, really.]

[Be like what? I don't understand.]

You decide to let it go. [...Nothing. Well, I guess I'm heading to sleep. Good night, Socks.]

[Ah, Cleona, before you go...]

[Yeah?]

[That exquisite taste. What was it again?]

You chuckle. [Strawberries, Socks.]

[Yes! May we...eat them again in the future?]

[Yeah. All the strawberries you want.]

You can sense his eagerness from here.

NEXT TIME ON SUBWITCHES: BRASS ON YOUR ASS

Friday, 8 PM EST

>>20793426
Called it.

>>20793426
>Brass
>no dream sequence
Boooo.

>>20793426
Dat socks
:3

>>20793490
What do you dream of?

>>20793426
>being socks' senses by proxy

There are so many opportunities...

>>20793503
Tentacles

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>>20793515
Oh boy.

>>20793515
>>20793523
...What have I done?

>>20793553
You gave us a friendly martian. The rest in Planefag's fault.

>>20793515
Too lewd.

>>20793553
>>20793539
>>20793565
>Cookie masturbating endlessly while Socks writhes on the ground

Dammit, I've got too many stories queued up already.

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>>20793615

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>>20793615
No
No, you aren't thinking big enough.

Cookie, Ito, Socks and Strawberries.
I know you, you'll find a way.

>>20793615

I wish I got fapfictions writen for me..

>>20793662
Then write some quests you stupid turboratte.

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>>20793615
Is it bad if this is legitimately something I enjoy?

>>20793700
Fapping is always a good thing.