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[2/2]

“Well.” You lean over, curiously. “I must say, Winona. I am very inexperienced with the likes of the modeling community, so I don’t think I would be much help.”

“Oh, sure you can!” She smiles happily, then reaches down her shirt to pull up Cuddles the snake right out of her shirt. “Wait, idea! Maybe you can go to the pet shop and pick up some frozen mice for Cuddles if you’re going out?” Cuddles flicks his tongue, blinking his beady black eyes. She holds Cuddles out to you. “You can even take him with you!”

“Er.” You blink, looking at him. “I- I don’t think-“

“Come on! Wook at the wittle noodle!” She wags Cuddles right in your face, and Cuddles recoils in instinctual fear. “See, he’s terrified of you!”

> “Look, I’ll be back later. I don’t need your snake.”
> “Actually. Maybe I’ll just help with your models.”
> “Um. Okay, I’ll take your snake I guess.”
> Other

>>45944168
> “Um. Okay, I’ll take your snake I guess.”
Lewd

>>45944168
>take snake

>>45944168
>> “Um. Okay, I’ll take your snake I guess.”

> “Um. Okay, I’ll take your snake I guess.”

You stare at Cuddles, then gently take the smooth chubby little snake into your hands. Ball python, very docile you hear. But also very skittish. He curls up in your grasp, looking up at you from within his little curlup. Aw, little noodle. “Okay, I guess I’ll take him, Winona.”

“Awesome!” She snaps her fingers, then reaches under the desk and pulls out a little bag. “Here’s a carry bag for him, it’s already pre-heated but he likes to be free when he can! Don’t worry, he’s a ball python, he won’t get far if he gets out.” You nod, taking the bag and sticking Cuddles inside. He pokes his head out, sticking his tongue out. “And here’s my card for the frozen mice, you won’t need to spend any money! All on me!”

“Thanks,” you say. “Guess I’ll go out and run errands.” You walk to the door. “Alone.”

“Mhm!” she says cluelessly. “See you at lunch!”

… you were kind of hoping that she’d come with you. You have no idea how to handle a snake.

WHY ARE YOU EVEN TAKING A SNAKE WITH YOU!?

You step out of the room, sighing as you walk down the hallway. Ugh. How is this going to look if people catch you with a snake!? They’ll think you’re a weirdo!

Oh whatever, at least you’re getting some errands done. Maybe you should head to the pet shop with a friend.

> Call up Ingrid
> Call up Josephina
> Call up Stack
> No, alone.

>>45944608
>> Call up Josephina
Provided that she doesn't mind the snake

>>45944608
>alone

>>45944608
> Call up Stack

>>45944608
> No, alone.
Let's see what happens!

>>45944608
>> Josephina. learn about baseball

> Call up Josephina

-

-

Josephina meets you above deck next to the sub entrance. You can pick her out of the crowd quite easily considering her height. But today she is wearing a very unflattering white long sleeve shirt with a khaki cardigan, baggy jeans, and a slouching baseball cap. “Salut, Elodie.” You smile at her, holding your bag holding Cuddles next to you. She tilts her head. “Why are you wearing the uniform?”

You shrug. “Why not?”

She blinks, then brushes at her long blonde hair a little nervously. “I see. W- well, are we heading to the pet shop?”

“Yeah. Then I kind of want to head to the library, see if I can get an early start on any textbooks that I need.” Thanks to the Naval Studies program, textbooks are free, unlike General Studies. They can get ripped off all they want, you’re laughing all the way to the bank with your saved money! Ha. The two of you start walking.

…

Unfortunately, you’re not laughing. Josephina is kind of quiet.

Admittedly, you were kind of this quiet too back in Middle School, but that was because no one talked to you and vice versa.

“So, uh, Josephina.” She looks over at you. “How do you like Tankery so far?”

She frowns a little, rubbing her chin. “It is very crowded. Erm, as you can see.” She motions up and down her body. “I am not the most ergonomically well-designed for tanks.” You can see that. And at that, she looks forward, apparently ending the conversation.

… okay.

> “So, I heard you like Helicraft then?”
> “Enjoying your stay on LGA? Have a good roommate?”
> “So what’s your opinion on the rest of the crew?”
> Other

>>45945132
> “Enjoying your stay on LGA? Have a good roommate?”

>>45945132
>enjoying your stay gots a good roomate?

>>45945132
> “So what’s your opinion on the rest of the crew?”
Probe!

>>45945132
>> “Enjoying your stay on LGA? Have a good roommate?”

>>45945132
>> “So what’s your opinion on the rest of the crew?”

We need to get Trudy to teach us yoga.

>Finally catch a live LGA2 thread after catching up on sup/tg/ archives
Just like old times.
>>45945132
>“Enjoying your stay on LGA? Have a good roommate?”
Gotta get those personal details down.

> “Enjoying your stay on LGA? Have a good roommate?”

“Are you enjoying your stay here on LGA? Is your roommate okay?”

She scratches her chin. “Well, Lafayette Girls Academy is nice, and my roommate is very understanding about my excessive size. She’s actually very tiny herself so it balances itself out.” You smile a little. Good, she’s enjoying herself. “I must say though, it is very difficult trying to make friends with my er… excessive size though.”

“It’s fine,” you say. “Just be yourself.”

“Oh, there is nothing really interesting about me,” she says quickly. You frown a bit. Way to put yourself down, Josephina.

The two of you stop at a street corner, next to a mother holding the hand of her little daughter. The little girl looks up at Josephina. And Josephina looks back down at the girl in return. Josephina smiles happily at her. “Salut,” she says.

“Wow. Do planes ever hit your head, lady?” asks the girl. Josephina flinches, jaw dropping in shock.

“Linda!” The mother smacks the girl gently. “That’s no way to talk to strangers!” Josephina looks down. Aw.
[1/2]

>>45945598
[2/2]

-

-

“Welcome!” The store clerk, a very feisty young girl with a name tag reading her off as “Abigail” smiles at you. The pet shop is pretty small, but it does give host to a lot of cute animals like dogs, cats, ferrets, mice, and other little animals for people to adopt. “What do you need?”

You put Cuddles’ bag on the counter. Cuddles pokes his head out, flicking his tongue. “I need some frozen mice. Can you help me?”

“Sure! We haven’t stocked them yet but we got some in back, just wait here for a second.” Abigail turns around, leaving you.

You sigh, leaning on the counter a bit. This isn’t how you envisioned your morning. Josephina happily pets the dogs in the free range pen, who apparently aren’t caring about her massive size.

You receive a phone call from Griselda. Oh? You pick it up. “El.”

“Hey, Ellie!” Griselda sounds positively recharged today. “What are you doin’?”

“I’m running some errands right now. Do you need something?”

“Yeah, actually, I do. I was wondering if you wanted to come by my room and we can talk STRATEGY!” she says with emphasis.

“Strategy?” you ask.

“STRATEGY.” There’s a brief air of silence. “… I’m lonely and Luisa and Yuno are busy with errands too and my sister is too busy.”

> “Sure, I got time.”
> “Why don’t you come run errands with me?”
> “Eh, not right now.”
> Other

>>45945619
> “Why don’t you come run errands with me?”

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>>45945619
>Yuno

>>45945619
>> “Why don’t you come run errands with me?”

>>45945619
>> “Why don’t you come run errands with me?”

>>45945619
>sure

>>45945619
> “Sure, I got time.”

Poor Griselda. Starting to turn into a Yukari.

>>45945619
>“Sure, I got time.”
>“Why don’t you come run errands with me?”
There is literally no reason that we can't do both at the same time.

>>45945619
> “Why don’t you come run errands with me?”

> “Why don’t you come run errands with me?”

“Actually, I’m at the pet shop right now, how about you come run errands with me and Josephina?”

“Oh? Alright! I’ll bring my Dodge right over there, just wait up for me! See you!” And at that, she hangs up.

And right on cue, Abigail drops a few boxes of frozen dead mice for you. You scrunch your nose at them a little. Ugh, they look so… well, actually you know what dead mice look like, you’re actually kind of used to it. But still, they seem peaceful. “Do you have a School Pet card?” You nod, handing it over to Abigail. “Mhm.” She swipes it, then hands it back to you. “Thank you! Feel free to come again!”

You nod, picking up the snake and the mice and stuffing them in a little net beside the bag. “Come on, Josephina!” Josephina frowns a little at having to leave the dogs, but relents and comes with you.

You wait about ten or fifteen minutes before Griselda comes over with the Dodge truck. “Get in!” she declares. You hit up the passenger seat while Josephina sits in back. “So what errands are you run- AAH!” Griselda yelps and nearly jumps out of the truck when Cuddles pokes his head out. “Wh- what is that!?”

“It’s a snake,” you say. “Didn’t you know Winona owned one?”

“We- well.” Griselda coughs, clearing her throat, and quickly regaining some amount of composure. “He caught me off guard. I’m not afraid of snakes.”

> “Okay then.”
> BULLY
> “I’ll go ahead and put him in the back then.”
> Other

>>45946062
> “Okay then.”
...
> BULLY

>>45946062
>BULLY

>>45946086
Look he likes you

>>45946062
> “I’ll go ahead and put him in the back then.”
Poor Gris-Gris.

>>45946062
>In the back then

trying to balance cute girls on snapchat and cuter girls on quest

not easy being normie lads

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>>45946062
>“Okay then.”

>>45946086
>>45946122

No bully the Gris-Gris. She wards off evil.

>>45946593
Are you saying we SHOULDN'T bully?

What a joke anon.

> “Okay then.”

You put Cuddles in your lap. “Alright then.” Griselda sighs in relief, taking the steering wheel. “Right, well, where did you want to go next?”

“I was thinking of heading to the library,” you say. “Pick up some books before lunch. Josephina?” She shakes her head, indicating she has nothing to do. “Yeah, just the library.”

“Okay!” Griselda starts up the Dodge and gets you all moving down the street. Things are getting much more lively in LGA as people start settling in. General Studies students in for the summer are happily walking around, enjoying some time in the sun. Some are wearing only bikini tops and short shorts too, apparently on their way to the pools or the lake.

Hm, now that’s something to do maybe next week, a trip to the lake! “So, Griselda. Did you say you wanted to talk strategy?”

“Oh yeah!” She quickly points to the glovebox, and you reach in and pull out a huge binder. “That there’s a binder on all of Kursk Girls Boarding School. Every tank they have, their specifications, their crew rosters, their team records, team history, everything! Can you look over that while you’re here?”

“Um, sure,” you say.

Griselda smiles happily. “If you got any questions…” She clicks her teeth, pointing her finger at you and grinning. “I’m right here!”

Hm. What should you focus on first for now?

> Recent team history including wins and losses and tank acquisitions.
> Current tank roster.
> Current crew roster.
> Other

>>45946623
>Current tank roster

only one that matters though

centy

>>45946623
> Current tank roster.
> Current crew roster.

>>45946623
> Current tank roster.

>>45946623
Problem is, we don't know really know what they'll bring as they do get a large selection. We know their commander is a fair player though.

> Current tank roster.

>>45946623
>current Tank Roster
Best to know WHAT were fighting then who

>>45946623
> Recent team history including wins and losses and tank acquisitions.

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>>45946623
> Current tank roster.

It will at least give us an idea of their mechanical limits and advantages.

> Current tank roster.

Wow. This is quite the roster.

> ISU-152 x2 (ELITE)
> ISU-152 x 10 (COMP. SPEC.)
> ISU-122 x 20 (COMP. SPEC.)
> SU-152 x 30 (COMP. SPEC.)
> SU-122 x 10 (COMP. SPEC.)
> SU-100 x 30 (COMP. SPEC.)
> SU-76B x 60 (COMP. SPEC.)
> T-34/85 m.1945 x 5 (COMP. SPEC.)
> T-70 x 5 (COMP. SPEC.)
> KV-1 no. 865 (LEGENDARY)

Hm.

> Griselda’s Notes

- Primary Tactics.

Kursk Girls Boarding School relies on insane patience and defensive-minded tactics. Taking advantage of the fact that matches can stretch on for days if permitted, Kursk generally relies on seeking terrain advantages and forcing their opponents to break themselves on a well-prepared defensive line. If this isn’t possible, they can force the enemy apart with well-coordinate ambush tactics and stealthy attack plays design to chip apart an enemy slowly.

Oryola Kuznetsov is known for her intense patience on the field. And will never fall for any obvious bait. She knows that time is on her side. And to add to her once exclusively casemate roster, she is now slowly adding in medium armor and light tanks to supplement her assault guns in close quarters.

KV-1 no. 865 as well has been purported by its crew to be a very “quiet” tank. I think this means that this KV-1 has a quieter than normal engine, which means it’s going to be very hard to actually recognize where this thing is on the field.


Griselda looks over your shoulder. “We’re at the library.” Oh. You got engrossed in this a bit. “So, what do you think of their roster? I know we might give up our first two matches to them but… it can’t be… well- if we- we’re screwed aren’t we?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>45947109
> Boast

>>45947109
>Neutral

>>45947109
>boast
So they like defensive tactics then we should rely on hyper aggressive charges

>>45947109
>> Polite

>>45947109
>Neutral
They are fearsome, not invincible, no need to lose our heads be fore a match has even been scheduled after all.

>>45947109
>Neutral

No one is unbeatable, but I'm still new to tankery.

>>45947109
>Legendary.

Well that's new.

> Neutral

>>45947109
>can stretch on for days

Holy Hell. There's something we need to plan for. Pack lunches and extra clothing. And wet-wipes. And all the coffee we can muster.

And find a pet-sitter for Cuddles.

>>45947109
>Neutral
Also, ask for an explanation on what Legendary tanks are. If someone is running around with Whitman's steed, I want to be properly terrified now rather than later.

>>45947375
I'm just gonna assume there like the legendary ships in Black Flag so I will piss myself now and hey unless someone rolls up in a MK3 Mammoth 27 we might be fine

>>45947375
Well, apparently, KV-1 no. 865 was the lead tank that ambushed the German 8th Panzer Division during Barbarossa. It and 4 other KVs knocked out 24 AFV while the germans had desperate problems to locate it. Afterwards, the crew counted 135 hits on it, none penetrated.

I'm scared now.

>>45947375
Seems like its tanks with special characteristics that are 'unusual'. With respect to KV-1 no. 865, it is exceedingly silent making it useful for ambushes.

So I guess in the future we can expect tanks that move too fast, surprisingly robust tanks, ones that have deadly accuracy or whatever you can imagine.

> Neutral

“I wouldn’t say that,” you say. “I mean, yeah, they’re pretty fearsome but no one is unbeatable. Still, I’m new to tankery, so is Josephina.” Josephina nods as well. “Let’s not lose our heads about this.”

Griselda nods. “You’re right. Let’s go pick up your books, and I’ll run the simulations on my phone!” She holds up a far more advanced smartphone than yours, which is also quite bluntly the size of her entire hand, fingers and all. “I got the new Tankery app which lets us simulate fights, complete with all the rosters of all the crews and what not!”

You step out of the Dodge. “I’ll be right back.”

Griselda gives you a thumbs up. “When you see me next, we’ll be winners!”

-

-

You got your books, all neatly stacked in front of you. “Hey, Griselda.” You tilt your head to see Griselda lying in the driver’s seat, staring up at the sky. Josephina looks concernedly at you, twiddling her fingers. “Let me guess. We didn’t win any of the simulation matches in the half hour I was in there.”

Griselda slowly nods, some drool leaving her mouth. “… we’re so fucked that I feel pregnant right now.”

You sigh, then your phone vibrates. You put your books into the back with Josephina. You pull out your phone and find a message from Winona. It’s a selfie of her, Stack, and Ingrid in the park.

“Having fun in the park! Wanna have lunch?” she asks.

> “Sure.” Head to them, pick up something to eat too.
> “Sure.” Meet up at a restaurant.
> “Not now.”
> Other

>>45947611
>sure, head to them

boys I sent a snapchat for the new girl to my fucking ex

what do

>>45947611
> “Sure.” Head to them, pick up something to eat too.
Gris so crude!

>>45947611
>not now

>>45947644
Ask what she knows about WWII era armored tactics.
>>45947611
> “Sure.” Head to them, pick up something to eat too.

>>45947611
> “Sure.” Head to them, pick up something to eat too.

>>45947611
>> “Sure.” Head to them, pick up something to eat too.

>>45947611
> “Sure.” Head to them, pick up something to eat too.

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>>45947611
> “Sure.” Head to them, pick up something to eat too.

Have Josephina pick. Try to bring her out of her shell.

> “Sure.” Head to them, pick up something to eat too.

“Sure, we’ll pick something up to eat,” you text.

“Sweeeeeeeeeet!” Winona appears enthusiastic at least.

You look over at Griselda. “We’re going to have lunch in the park. Did you want to come with?” Drool still spills out of the corner of her mouth, apparently unfocused. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You look back at Josephina. “Josephina, did you want to choose what to have for lunch?”

“Oh, moi?” She points to herself. You nod. “Oh, well, I mean, I do not know what to choose. I mean… I wouldn’t want to pick something nobody would want to eat.”

“Go on,” you say. “I’ll eat anything.” And everything.

She rubs her chin. “W- well, there was one place.”

-

-

“Poutine?” Ingrid, Stack, and Winona confusedly look at the greasy French fries covered in gravy and cheese curds. Josephina blushes, happily chewing on her dish of poutine before anyone else. Winona smiles, taking up her own box of poutine. “Hell, I’ll have it! Thing about being an Academyship, you gotta try new things!”

“Agreed!” says Stack as she begins stuffing her face. “This is good, real good!”

Ingrid nods. “Yeah. Thanks, Josephina.”

Josephina beams, her mouth full of poutine.

> + 20 MORALE TO JOSEPHINA

[1/2]

>>45948160
[2/2]


Griselda appears to have gotten over the shock of realizing you might drop the first two matches to Kursk, then looks around. “Beautiful day out, huh?” You hadn’t noticed until now. But it seemed quite warm, but absolutely pretty underneath this blue cloudless sky. The park wasn’t too crowded either, which meant there was plenty of space to picnic and play around.

You look over at Ingrid. Out of everyone else, she is the only one apparently wearing her PT clothes, must have just gotten out of a jog or something. “Hey, Ingrid.” Stack smiles at her. “After we eat. Wanna play some catch?”

“Eh?” Ingrid looks at Stack funny. “Why would you want to play catch?”

“I just noticed you got a couple of spare gloves and a baseball in there.” Stack points to Ingrid’s gym bag. “You play baseball or something?”

“Oh, no, that’s er- I mean-“ Ingrid coughs. “Well, first off. I don’t think catch right after lunch is a good idea. And second, I don’t- I’d like to play baseball but I don’t.”

“Why not?” asks Stack.

“Eh...” Ingrid looks away. You can probably understand Ingrid’s reservations. If Stack threw a baseball at Ingrid, there’s not going to be much of Ingrid left.

> “I can catch with you, Ingrid.”
> “Leave her alone, Stack. She’s right, athletics after eating feels terrible.”
> Other

>>45948184
> “I can catch with you, Ingrid.”

>>45948184
>“I can catch with you, Ingrid.”

Light, warm up catch. Not hardcore catch-this-or-it-breaks-your-ribs catch

>>45948184
>leave her alone stack

>>45948184
> “Leave her alone, Stack. She’s right, athletics after eating feels terrible.”

>>45948184
>Other
Dunno
some sort of tank themed sport

>>45948184
>> “I can catch with you, Ingrid.”

>>45948184
> Other
>Remain silent

> “I can catch with you, Ingrid.”

“I can play some catch, Ingrid.” Ingrid looks over at you. “I know, you must be scared of Stack. There’s no telling how fast she’ll throw the ball.”

“Hey, I’ll go easy!” says Stack.

Ingrid clears her throat. “Look, I don’t think it’s such a good idea-“

“Aw, c’mon. If not me then Ellie,” says Stack. Stack folds her arms. “I get to play a little bit too later, I declare.” Ingrid looks a little nervous, then looks over at Josephina, Winona, and Griselda happily eating poutine with each other. Seems she’s self-conscious maybe?

She sighs. “Okay.” Ingrid stands up, then picks up one of the baseball gloves and hands it to you. “Just a bit of soft-toss.” Stack pouts a bit, frustrated at being left out. “You just eat your poutine, you cutie-patootie.” Stack rolls her eyes, deciding to eat and watch you two.

You take the ball into your glove, then feel it around. All white with red seams. Feels surprisingly heavy though. Oh well. You toss it up in the air to get a feel for it, then see Ingrid. She stands…

Only ten feet away. “Um. Ingrid. Maybe a little farther,” you say. She nods, stepping back a foot. “Little farther.” She nods, stepping back a foot. “Go about ten more feet away. So you have more time to react?”

[1/2]

>>45948701
[2/2]

She nods. “A- alright.” For someone who loves baseball, she seems uncomfortable with catch. You hold up the ball, and she holds up her glove. You pump the ball into your glove, then softly toss it to her.

Only to see her immediately whiff the attempted grab. She hurriedly runs after it as it rolls away, then picks it up. Ah. Well… maybe she’s a good thrower? You hold up your glove, ready.

She immediately tosses it. Into the ground. She picks it back up, then toss it up in the air, which lands in the dead zone between you and her.

…

You look over to see Stack desperately trying to stop herself from laughing. You look back at Ingrid to see her burying her face in embarrassment right in her glove.

Oh for pete’s sake.

> “Come on, Ingrid, you can do it!”
> “Maybe we can just stop.”
> “Stack, get in here and throw to Ingrid.”
> Other

>>45948718
feels

>Come on Ingrid, let's do this

What crew position is Ingrid filling? I hope she isn't our gunner

>>45948718
>"There's no need for you to be embarrassed, you just need some practice. Besides, we're all friends here."

why is the thread so quiet today? are people being fucking normies?

tank girls > club girls faggots

>>45948802
Radio Operator, I'm pretty sure.

>>45948718
>“Come on, Ingrid, you can do it!”
Fear is the enemy, and enemies exist to be overcome!

>>45948718
>“Come on, Ingrid, you can do it!”

Encourage, and then help teach.

>>45948718
>> “Come on, Ingrid, you can do it!”

>>45948718
> “Come on, Ingrid, you can do it!”
Training montage!!

>>45948718
> “Come on, Ingrid, you can do it!”

>>45948833
From the first LGA Quest, most major discussion is due to tank sperging

>>45948833
I'm playing videogames while questing and you can't stop me.

>>45948718
>Other
>Ghost pottery scene

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An anon can dream...

>>45949164
Put the vidya down, anon!

> “Come on, Ingrid, you can do it!”

“Come on, Ingrid!” You smack the palm of your glove. “One good throw!” You hold out your glove, smiling. Oh, this is an absolute trainwreck, a baseball fan that can’t catch or throw a ball. You can’t tell her that though, she’ll be an absolute wreck.

Ingrid walks over to the ball and swipes it up into her glove. Then, again she throws it to you, harder this time. No soft toss.

And it only barely makes it to your feet. You bend over and grab it up in your glove. Ingrid stares at you from behind her glove, embarrassed utterly.

> -10 MORALE TO INGRID

Stack laughs out loud, slapping her knee. “Oh, you’re a riot, Ingrid! You want little old me to-” She ducks the glove being tossed at her. “Whoa!” Stack immediately shuts up and goes back to eating her poutine. Ingrid sighs, sitting down at the table.

You walk up to her. “For what its worth, that last throw was good.”

[1/2]

>>45949236
[2/2]

“You can see why I didn’t make the baseball team,” she says, red as a tomato. “I love baseball more than anything else in the world but fuck if I can play it. Look at me!” She holds out her arms. “I can’t even throw the ball at you!”

Stack leans in, grinning. “What you need then is a good teacher! Anyone can throw anything! It’s all about technique!”

“Ugh, that’s what my Dad tells me when we try to play catch,” she says.

Griselda walks over to you. “Hey, Ellie. You got a second?” You nod, standing up and walking with Griselda away from the group for a bit. Ingrid and Stack look at you curiously. “Okay, listen. Um, for the past week or so, I’ve been trying to get Huxley over in the Tank Shop to help us with some modifications and getting the IS chassis ready.”

“Mhm?” You nod.

“So er. Long story short er… he can’t help us.”

“What?” You tilt your head. “Why not?”

“NATO’s rules allow for an intense variety of ahistorical modifications within reason,” says Griselda. “And Huxley explained to me this way. He has to maintain all of the tanks on LGA’s ITL team and while he can offer us a short list of mods, that alone won’t help us.”

“I see.” You fold your arms, nodding. “So what does this mean?”

“Well, tomorrow I’ll take you and the commanders to the Tank Shop. But I need your help to find an alternate source of mods and tanks and what not,” says Griselda. “Could you?”

> “I dunno, sounds more like your schtick.”
> “I’d love to help.”
> Other

>>45949252
> “I’d love to help.”

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>>45949217
>all the cool shit that will never happen

>>45949252
>> “I’d love to help.”

>>45949252
> “I’d love to help.”

Stack and Winonna can help. And we will make sure Ingrid learns to throw.

>>45949252
> “I’d love to help.”

>>45949252
> Huxley
He was hooking up with....

>>45948833

Work schedules?

>>45949217
That should be the origin of Schoolship. The first one ever. Before they could figure out how to build the huge ones.

>>45949252
> “I dunno, sounds more like your schtick.”

>>45949383
Romans had pykrete?

>>45949357
Lisa. She was our driver and treasurer.

>>45949461
That's right.

>>45949252
>I'd love to help
Time to find Crazy Ivan's Honest Pawnshop

>>45949461
And court Jew

>>45949287
It'd be cold as hell and there may be some problems growing food, but I'll be damned if it didn't have good food preservation.

I wonder if the insides of the ship are entirely made of ice and with enough time and effort, you can tunnel your way.

> “I’d love to help.”

“I’d love to,” you say.

Girselda smiles, immediately hugging you. “Aw, thanks! You’re the best, Ellie!” You pat Griselda gently on the back. Hopefully Griselda won’t turn you into her errand girl.

> NEW QUEST
> “She’ll go 300 Hectares on a single tank of kerosene!”
> Find an alternative source for tank parts and mods.

She receives a text message then and there. “Oooh, that’s my sister. We’re making some arrangements for our match. It’s going to be up in Europe somewhere.” Oooh, Europe, you’ve never been there! You’ve only ever thought of it in movies and those stock films. But never have you seen it in person. You can’t wait! Now that you look at Griselda though, she seems almost used to it. Of course she is, this is an academyship after all. “I’m gonna have to go, are you okay here?”

“Yeah, we can just walk back,” you say.

“Great!” Griselda happily pats your shoulder. “You’re a real lifesaver, Ellie! I’ll tell my sister all about you!” She starts hurrying off, taking her box of poutine with her. “Bye!” She hops into her Dodge truck then drives off and away.

Hm. What now?

> See what Winona was up to all morning.
> Talk with Ingrid a bit, see if you can raise her spirits.
> Stack usually has something to do, see what she’s got.
> Josephina appears happy. Be happy with her.
> Other

>>45949733
> See what Winona was up to all morning.

>>45949252

> “I’d love to help.”

This is going to be like the Ribbon mod shop ain't it.

>>45949733
> Talk with Ingrid a bit, see if you can raise her spirits.

>>45949733
>> Talk with Ingrid a bit, see if you can raise her spirits.

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>>45949733
>Talk with Ingrid a bit, see if you can raise her spirits

We must find a way for her to learn to play baseball at family BBQ level.

>>45949733
>Josephine is happy be happy with her
Yes we shall find Crazy Ivan's Honest Pawnshop latter

>>45949733
> Talk with Ingrid a bit, see if you can raise her spirits.

THIS is camaraderie

>>45949733
>Talk with Ingrid a bit, see if you can raise her spirits.
THE PAIN YOU FEEL IS WEAKNESS AS IT DIES

>>45949733
>using a unit of area as a unit of distance
Schteel pls

> Talk with Ingrid

maybe Winona knows where we can get tank bits from, being the frankentank girl she is

>>45950099
Yes we are neither Soviet nor German tractors.

We should be doing distances on tea kettles capacity or something.

>>45950099
>Schteel pls

Its from The Simpsons. Crazy Vaclav extols the virtues of a car.

I knew I'd heard the joke before, but I had to look it up.

> Talk with Ingrid a bit, see if you can raise her spirits.

You sit down next to Ingrid, biting down on a bit of poutine. “Hey, Ingrid.” She grunts, a bit despondent. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up about not being able to catch or throw. Lots of people don’t know the basics of their hobby!”

“Oui.” Josephina nods. “I still cannot wrap my head around autorotation in helicopters.” You all look at Josephina, and to that she blushes intensely and looks away. “Ah, but that is irrelevant.”

“Still…” Ingrid rubs her finger along the table. “It’s useless. I suck at baseball.”

“Yeah,” says Stack. Winona slaps her upside the head. “Ow, what was that for!?”

“Look, Ingrid. Maybe Stack can teach you to throw a ball, or if I have spare time, I can help you. We’re all friends right now, right guys?”

Stack nods. “Right!”

“Right!” says Winona. Josephina happily nods as well.

Ingrid frowns a little. “I’ve only known you guys for a week.”

“Long enough to be called friends!” Winona pats Ingrid on the head. “So, Ellie, did you have anymore stuff you want to do today?”

> Embark on a Quest (“300 Hectares on a single tank of kerosene”)
> “Nah, let’s just hang out for the rest of the day.”
> “I’d like to go back and put Cuddles back in his cage.”
> Other

>>45950215
>American Schoolship
>Not using burgers as a unit of measure.

>>45950257
>Embark on a Quest (“300 Hectares on a single tank of kerosene”)

>>45950257
Quest. Times a wasting and once school starts our officer duties will get in the way.

>>45950257
>epic quest
We must find the shadiest parts dealer around

>>45950257
> “I’d like to go back and put Cuddles back in his cage.”

>>45950257
>> Embark on a Quest (“300 Hectares on a single tank of kerosene”)
Might as well get started on this

>>45950257
>“I’d like to go back and put Cuddles back in his cage.”

Secure the noodle, then The Quest!

>>45950257
> “I’d like to go back and put Cuddles back in his cage.”

>>45950337
>yfw he always gets us way better parts then should be reasonably possible but they are all legal enough to be used
>yfw he gets arrested the week before the championship match and we can't gear up like we were planning to.

>>45950257
>> Embark on a Quest (“300 Hectares on a single tank of kerosene

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>>45950424
So we find TWO shady parts dealers

Too tired (GMT timezone) so dropping out, thanks for running Schteel and don't fuck it up guys xoxo

> Embark on a Quest (“300 Hectares on a single tank of kerosene”)

-

-

The five of you begin walking around above deck. You already picked up an early dinner at a local McDonalds, just some fries and a cheeseburger for you. But so far, for the past few hours, you’ve seen nothing indicating “alternate” source of mods.

Winona pokes Cuddles’ nose. “Who’s a wittle noodle, you are, yes you are!”

“Winona.” Ingrid squints at her. “How can you find a snake that cute?”

“Aw come on!” Winona holds the bag closer to Ingrid, who immediately bolts to the other side of the group. “He’s adorable, look at him! He’s got a puppy mouth and big old eyes!” Cuddles pulls his head into the bag and curls up. “Aw, see, he’s scared of you! Isn’t that just precious?”

“Ain’t Ball pythons scared of everything?” asks Stack.

“Well, yes.” Winona frowns a bit, looking at Cuddles inside of his bag.

You sigh, then stop in front of one of the storefronts. You check the time. 6:00 O’Clock. This is hopeless, you’ll never find an alternate source of mods today!

As if on cue however, a Willys jeep rolls up next to you. A very tired, frustrated looking boy looks to you five. “Hey, girls.” You all look at him, even more frustrated. Great, is a –boy- coming to flirt with you all? “I need some help. I’m looking for a left handed ratchet and uh…” He pulls out a paper from his jacket pocket and looks it over. “… headlight fluid.”

[1/2]

>>45950697
[2/2]

The five of you all look at each other. There’s no such thing as headlight fluid! Or left handed ratchets, he’s being played for a sap. “Those don’t exist,” says Stack. “Someone’s pulling your leg.”

The boy stares at you. “Ah, fuck.” He knocks his head into the wheel. “Damn it! Spent two days lookin’ for ‘em!” Poor thing.

Wait. “Hey,” you say. He blinks, surprised. “You wouldn’t know anybody that happens to er… have uh… a way of getting tank parts?”

He looks around. “Um. I dunno. I mean, our Skycraft team does have a guy but he’s kind of er… I’m not entirely sure if I should…?”

> Slip him a 20. – 20 DOLLARS
> Charm him.
> “Oh, okay then.”
> Other

>>45950717
> Slip him a 20.

>>45950717
>> Charm him.
I'm not spending money if i can help it.

>>45950717
>Charm him.
>Slip him a 20. – 20 DOLLARS

In that order, bribery is reliable but charm is cheaper.

>>45950717
>> Charm him.
if nothing else slip him a 10 dollar bill

>>45950717
We couldn't charm a virgin in a whorehouse.

Shove him a 20.

>>45950717
> Charm him.
Can't wait to see what passes for charm in Elodie's mind

>>45950717
>Charm Him
We're the sexiest we can do this

>>45950809
We are stacked so its worth a shot. No one can resist the 1-2 punch of seduction & bribery.

>>45950717
> Charm him.
And when that inevitably fails
> Slip him a 20. – 20 DOLLARS

If our pouty-dorky-titty combo doesn't work we can hand him a stack on 1$s with a fiver on top and hope he's to distracted to count them on the spot.

>>45950854
We're a bookworm in officer uniform.

Now I like a lady in uniform as much as the next guy but I get the feeling this won't end well.

>>45950913
How devious, anon. Judging by what we know of him thus far he'll fall for it easy!

>>45950927
20$ isn't much of a bribe either but the two approaches together might get us the edge we need to pull it off.
>>45950938
If it does work we can keep some monopoly money on hand for future use. We can mix it with Canadian dollars and it'll be as good as gold.

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>>45950717

> Charm him.

We have the TOP TEATS

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>>45950975
>mix it with Canadian dollars

If he's Canadian, he'll notice that it doesn't smell like maple syrup.

>>45950717
>> Charm him.

>>45951109
And I'm pretty sure our uniform can be partly unbuttoned to boot.

> Charm him.

Hm.

Well, if the past ten years of the American Education system has taught you anything, it’s that boys will fall for the charming wile of a seductive woman! You wink at your girls, and they stare at you in confusion. Stack however, gets it, then winks back, giving you a pair of finger guns and a click of the teeth.

You lean on the hood of his Jeep, grinning. “Hey.”

He looks back at you. “Hi.”

You grin, looking at him up and down. “Come here often?”

“Lean on people’s cars a lot?” he snaps back. You quickly stand up straight again. “Look, I-“

“Aaaaahhh!” You arch your back, trying to emphasize your breasts. “Oh, my back! Ugh!” For a brief moment, you can see his eyes go towards your breasts, then back at your face. You unbutton the top portion of your shirt, revealing your light blue undershirt and nothing else. You’re not some whore even if you’re trying to act like one. “If only I had some tank parts to help alleviate my back pain, oh if some kind young boy would just guide me to them, I would be so, so, grateful!” You look at him.

He stares at you like you’re insane. What are you doing wrong!? You’ve emphasized your breasts, you’ve used seductive language! Why does he look scared!?

“Um. Listen, lady.” He holds up a hand. “If you’re trying to flirt with me, it ain’t working.” Your girls all giggle in the background, trying to keep themselves contained. Ugh. You can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, and you immediately slap your hands over your cheeks in embarrassment. Ugh, how embarrassing! “But look. If you’re that desperate for tank parts. I guess I can introduce you.”

You lean in close, and he leans back, scared again. “We can forget this all happened right?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Okay,” you say. “Can you uh… drive us there?”

He nods. “Get in.” You sit down in the passenger seat, with your girls finding spots in the back as well.

[1/2]

>>45951379
[2/2]

-

-

The Hall Monitors look over the Jeep Jockey’s ID nice and tightly. “So, tell me this, laddy.” They look at him with some amounts of scorn and skepticism. “Why d’ya have these five young ladies with ya? Not intending on acting the maggot with them, ey?”

“No,” he says. “Can I go now? I’ll drive them back home once they’re done.”

“Mmm.” They both look at each other. “Awright, ya frankie. But don’t be making them eat from your Gary Glitter, aye? These are pure young and catholic ladies!”

“Actually, I’m protestant,” says Ingrid.

“Protestant,” says Stack.

“Agnostic,” Winona says.

“Erm. I don’t know,” says Josephina.

“Aw, just sod off and get on!” The Jeep Jockey rolls through onto the airfield, where the boys are busy working on their planes, goofing off on the dusty dirt runway, or just laying about waiting for something to happen. But when they catch sight of you, their eyes cannot be turned away.

Ingrid leans over to you. “It feels like I’m being undressed.”

“Relax,” you say. “We’re fine.”

Finally, the Jeep Jockey stops in front of one of the large hangars, closed off apparently. “This is the place.” He steps out and leads you five towards it. He knocks on the door as you stand in its shadow. “Oleg! Oleg, open up!”

The slot on the door opens up to reveal very bloodshot brown eyes. “What you want!?” he yells in a heavy Russian accent. “Who are these girls!? Where’s my headlight fluid!?”

“Oleg, headlight fluid doesn’t exist you cheeky shit,” he says. “These girls want tank parts. Can you help them?”

He looks down at you five. “Er… why?”

> “We’re desperate.”
> “We have money.”
> “We want to win.”
> Other

>>45951403
>> “We’re desperate.”
>> “We have money.”
>> “We want to win.”

Yes. All three, in that order. It's perfect!

>>45951403
>> “We’re desperate.”


Be honest. and we don't know our budget.

>>45951403
>"when only the most questionably legal will do"

>>45951403
>“We have money.”

The other two are obvious. We're desperate to win, so we're coming to a shady tank shop.

>>45951403
>> “We’re desperate.”
>> “We have money.”
>> “We want to win

>>45951403
> “We want to win.”

>>45951403
> “We want to win.”

>>45951403
>all of the above
Yes our shady arms dealer will help

>>45951403
>> “We’re desperate.”
>> “We have money.”
>> “We want to win.”

> ALL OF THE ABOVE

“We’re desperate, we have money, and we want to win. Is that reason enough?”

“Eh….” He rolls his eyes. “Not really, no.” Oh. You fold your arms, pouting. “Look, I do not know you, I do not know your girls. How do I know I can trust any of you?”

“You’re implying that what you’re selling is illegal,” you say.

“Please, everything I sell is 90% legal!” he says back. Shouldn’t it be 100%? “Now listen, I do not trust you, therefore I will not sell to you.” He looks over to the Jeep Jockey. “And you, Jeep Jockey, you are wasting my time! I will not sell my wares to such girls!”

“Hey!” Stack stands on her tiptoes, looking up at Oleg. “Now wait a minute ya Communist fuck, I-“ Ingrid covers Stack’s mouth, shutting her up thankfully.

“Look,” you say. “There has to be a way for me to buy parts from you. You sell to this Skycraft team, right?” He nods. “Why can’t you sell to our Tankery team? It’d be a bit more profit in your coffers, right?”

“Ah, yes, profit…” You can tell he’s gone pensive. “In America, first you get the tanks. Then you get the power. Then you get the –women-.” You roll your eyes. Ugh. “Fine. I will humor you. Come tomorrow with your tank, and I give you a shortlist of what I can do. I cannot guarantee I will. My prices are reasonable, but I do not allow just anybody to shop at CRAZY OLEG’S!”

“Why do they call it Crazy Oleg’s?” asks Winona.

“Because Oleg is fucking nuts,” says Jeep Jockey. “Are we done?”

“Da, we are done,” says Oleg. “Have a nice day. I will welcome you all with coffee and little cakes.” He shuts the slot.

The Jeep Jockey looks at you. “Alright, time to get y’all home then so I don’t get in trouble with my classmates. They’re not gonna look at me the same if I just drove in here like I own you all.”

> “Actually, I’d like to explore a little.”
> “Sure, let’s get out of here.”
> Other

>>45951841
>> “Sure, let’s get out of here.”

>>45951841
>actually id like to explore

>>45951841
> “Actually, I’d like to explore a little.”

>>45951841

>what's your name?

>>45951897
His name is Jeep Jockey.

>>45951841
>> “Actually, I’d like to explore a little.


Bully the Jeep Jockey.

>>45951841
> You go on ahead, we'll get back home by ourselves.”
> "Oh, and I forgot to ask: what's your name?"

We've tormented the poor bastard enough.

Also, first time catching an LGA Thread live. This is awesome.

>>45951904

Knowing Schteel, the kids name will probably be Maxwell Taylor or something.

>>45951841
>“Actually, I’d like to explore a little.”

And ask his name like Anon>>45951897 suggests. We are polite. Also we'll have someone to sell out if this all goes south.

>>45951841
> “Sure, let’s get out of here.”

No need to tease these sexually frustrated young men with our massive mammaries any further

>>45951841
> “Sure, let’s get out of here.”

>>45951963
Nah, I read Tonk Witches. Jeep Jockeys can't speak their given names aloud without being interrupted. Part of the curse.

> “Actually, I’d like to explore a little.”

“Actually, would you mind showing us around a bit?” He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “I’ve never seen a lot of these planes before. It’s an interesting experience.”

Josephina coughs. “D- do you have helicopters?” The rest of the girls look at him, curiously.

“Fine.” The Jeep Jockey shakes his head. “And yes, we do have a helicopter. We keep an antique VS-300.” Josephina’s eyes light up happily. “It’s in storage and I can’t show you that.” That doesn’t seem to deter Josephina at all though. “Get in the Jeep. I’ll show you girls around.”

-

-

You lean back in the passenger seat of the Jeep as he drives around the runways. “We have a flight of Supermarine Spitfires, the Mark IX models.” They’re painted red with white trim, with a black devil painted along the nose. “The Seniors use those. Freshmen and Sophomores use the P-40s.”

“What models are they?” asks Winona.

The Jeep Jockey motions to the P-40s on the side of the runway, painted gray with shark faces on the noses. “P-40N. Cochran’s been planning on adding a Twin P-40 if we ever find the documents on it. I hear that thing could be a hoot to fly.”

“What about those bombers? Is it just B-17s?” asks Ingrid.

[1/2]

>>45952378
[2/2]

“No, we fly the Hudsons into battle too, those things are pretty agile, they can hold themselves in a fight with the right kind of pilot.” The Jeep Jockey stops up at the end of the runway. “Plus, in Bomb Run matches, having the Hudsons escort the B-17s isn’t that bad of an idea. Our team can’t afford P-51s or the P-47s like the big schools but we work with what we have and honestly I really love those things.”

“Do you fly them?” asks Ingrid.

He stops himself, frowning. “Er… well, there’s a reason everyone calls me Jeep Jockey.”

“What’s your name?” you ask.

“It’s-“ His phone rings, and he looks at it. He sighs deeply. “I gotta cut your tour short. Cochran wants me to make a late night food run.” He tosses his phone onto the dashboard. “I’ll drive you all home, okay? It’s getting really late and we’ll get in some serious trouble if there are LGA girls here after dark.”

> “Okay then. Thanks for helping us.”
> “I can help you with the food.”
> Other

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>>45952399
>> “I can help you with the food.”

I'm gonna push husbando-ing Jeep Jockey, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!

>>45952399
> “Okay then. Thanks for helping us.”

>>45952399
>> “I can help you with the food.”

>>45952399
> “Okay then. Thanks for helping us.”

>>45952399
>> “I can help you with the food.”

Nothing like a hot meal delivered by pretty girls.

>>45952399
>thank him for remembering that LGA girls are not to be stowed on dick.

>>45952399
> “I can help you with the food.”

We are helpful to everyone!

>“It’s-“ His phone rings,
I lol'd

>>45952445
sure, why not. I'll support the gay route

>>45952399
>> “I can help you with the food.”

>>45952378
>help with food

>>45952445
How could you be interested in him? He isn't even a tank.

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>>45952669

Don't be silly, anon--girls can't love tanks! What are you, some degenerate panzersexual?

>>45952722
Don't you judge me. There's nothing purer than the love between a girl and her war machine. Whether that be a tank, helicraft, or warplane.

>>45952722
biochauvinist

>>45952722
I thought that was all the rage nowadays, what else would this 'pansexual' thing popping up everywhere mean?

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>>45952747

>>45952743
>>45952747
>>45952752

Does that allow the possibility that AH-64 anon is Tsundere for Panzer-kun?

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>>45952743

Yukari pls go and stay go

Stacks is best girl.

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>>45952788
Now that's uncalled for. How could you not love Teh Fluffy?

Just look at her. Her love for her Panzer is the purest of all.

>>45952399
> “Okay then. Thanks for helping us.”

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>>45952788
Oddball goes where she wants.

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>>45952815

It's unnatural, goddammit! Damned kids these days, loving their war machines like they were the family dog--feh!

It's a tool at the end of the day--a piece of steel molded for battle, and treating it with that much sentimentality is not only degenerate--it is lewd!

>>45952907
A vibrating tool

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>>45952907
>not only degenerate--it is lewd!

You make that sound like its somehow bad, which makes no sense.

> “I can help you with the food.”

“I can help you,” you say. “You can drive the others home.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but when he sees that you’re really actually willing to help, he relents. “Fine, but only for the food. I’m dropping you home when we get it all.” He pulls the Jeep into drive and turns for the gate.

-

-

Winona, Ingrid, Josephina, and Stack were dropped off at one of the sub entrances just an hour ago, leaving you to pile up food into the Jeep with the Jeep Jockey. You place down one of the paper bags into the back as he puts up the roof. “F- fucking thing…” he gnashes his teeth trying to pull it over. “Is that everything?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Do you need help?”

“Nah, I’m fine.” He clips the canvas roof onto the windshield. “There we go.” He shoves his hands into his jacket, looking at you. “Thanks. What did you say your name was?”

“Elodie,” you say. “Uh, listen. That stuff back there, where I uh…” You really want to make sure he either forgets about it or keeps it a secret. “We can forget all that happened, right?”

“Forget what happened?” he says half-jokingly. You sigh in relief. Thank God. “You’re part of the NATO Tankery team, right?” You nod. “I heard the news, Griselda’s starting a new team. First team you’re facing is Kursk this weekend, right?” You nod again. “Yeah, you guys are fucked.”

“… thanks,” you say simply.

He shrugs. “I call it as I see it. But still, good luck. And hey, hopefully that stuff works out with Oleg. He might be crazy but his parts are legal and he’s served the Skycraft team pretty good, you know?”

“I hope so,” you say. “Still, why are you stuck driving a jeep around? Aren’t you a pilot too?”

He crosses his arms, frowning angrily. “No. I failed my entrance test, crashed a plane, but they decided to keep me around to be nice. If anything it’s cruel mercy.”

“But you’re still around, aren’t you?” you ask.

[1/2]

>>45952974
[2/2]

“Well.” He sighs, rubbing his head again. “I love planes, I really do. My Dad owns a Beechcraft Staggerwing, very beautiful craft, I used to fly it around with him all the time. But… yeah, I’m still around.”

You nod. “Yeah, yeah.” You fold your arms. “You know, I’m surprised. I would’ve thought you’d have jumped on the chance to flirt with any of us.”

“Oh, please, this is the longest conversation I’ve ever had with a girl who wasn’t my mom,” he says. “But look at you, you probably had boys swarming all over you in Middle School.” Well… he’s not wrong. “Whatever.” He shakes his head, stepping into the Jeep. “You good to go home by yourself?”

“You’re not going to let me deliver the food with you?”

“I told you, we’ll get in trouble if you’re around after dark.” He points up to the night sky. “As you can, after dark? But hey, I’ll root for you in the tournament, Elodie. Good luck, alright? And if you need any help, well, I’m usually running errands for the team. I’m pretty easy to find.”

“I bet,” you say. “Good luck.”

He nods, then drives the Jeep off into the night. You fold your arms, hm. Nice boy.

…

Fuck, you forgot to get his name.

-

-

Winona greets you with the completed model of her M24 Chaffee/StuG combination. “Hey, Ellie! How’d the food run go?” You shrug, unclipping your bra and sitting down on your bed. “Aw, does my little Ewwie have a cwush?”

“No!” you say. “God, can’t I associate with boys without it turning into romance?”

“Pffft, no,” says Winona. “Anyway, tomorrow. We get to go back anyway.”

“Right, right.” You should probably tell Griselda about that tomorrow. “Well, do you mind…?”

“Yeah, sure!” She hits the light, leaving only her desklight on. “Oh, sorry.” She holds up a new model kit, this time of a King Tiger. “I got this one in the mail while we were out! Can I? I don’t think I’ll get it done tomorrow.”

Eh. “Go ahead.” She squeals happily. You throw the blanket over yourself, sighing. She better not be too loud.

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>>45952998
That's it for tonight's chapter of LGA2. Unfortunately, some family has come home which means Saturday may not be acceptable for Questing. If I can't run tomorrow, I'll see about running LGA2 on Sunday instead of Star Wars. We'll see.

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See you next time.

>>45953027
Thanks for the fun, boss.

Go have fun with your family (assuming you like them).

>>45953027

Thanks for running boss.

Really needed the comfy after yesterday.

Enjoy your family time.

>>45953027
Thanks for running.

>>45953027
Thanks for running.

>>45953027
>VS-300
thanks for running, how much is twenty dollars for our MC?

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>>45953602
20 dollars was like half a year's allowance.

>>45953632
Oh jesus, that poor huh.

So is 200 dollars like a lifetimes savings.

I'm afriad on how she'll see how much tank mod parts are and she'll collapse due to the costs

>>45953903
It's a lot of money to her, a shitton of money. She's never even seen two hundred dollars in cash.

Ellie is gonna die when she sees the real costs of all the modifications.

>>45954065
Where are we going to get money for the costs? Grieselda burned the budget buying tanks

>>45954239
Your salary and once Griselda figures out the budgetary situation, an allowance probably.

>>45954261
I'm not sure Ellie will sacrifice her 200 dollars that she gotten for a tank will she?

I mean i imagine her being the type to save it unless its a real emergency.

>>45954362
The way she manages her money will be entirely up to y'all.

>>45954413
True, but is it worth it to her though? I mean its more of a nice hobby then what Trude did which was a act of sacrifice and desperation to save the school.

and she's poor so i'm sure that she will have a lot more internal turmoil about speding cash then Trude did/

>>45954570
Yes, because we're the damn players and we decree it so.

>>45954570
Trude was also working with thousands of dollars being donated to the program, and started with school odd jobs that payed ridiculous amounts, Ellie's not getting anything close to that in her salary.

>>45954728
so her scale of money is larger and tanking being not the biggest thing in her life, will probably will be mroe reluctant to invest so much.

>>45954906
Trude didn't exactly start off with the thousands of dollars from sponsorships you know? Trude didn't start off knowing jack about tanks either.

>>45954999
and that's why she spend as much as she could to get good.

Ellie might not be able to or willing/

>>45955269
Its pretty well known that most military spending takes place on a scale normal folk can barely understand, so it won't be THAT big a shock.

>go to bed
>we flirted with a boy
>WE DROVE AROUND WITH A BOY

NOT
TO
BE
STORED
ON
DICK

>>45958398
We flirted for the sake of the team, anon! And comedy.

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>>45958411
you IGNORED CENTY
YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE THE TANK SAD!

>>45959225
We were thinking of Centy the whole time! We did this for our tank!