> Wednesday, June 17th, 2015SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6thMECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8ZTHE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZTHE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B> MECHANICS UPDATEDGriselda was kind enough to allow you all to use her shower and get dressed. Well, considering you insisted everybody wake up at 5 AM, it wasn’t like they had anything else to do. But while you are in the middle of preparing the stove for breakfast, Griselda stops you. “Hold it right there, bucko,” she says, her bangs hanging loose and messily over her eyes. “This here’s my place, that means I cook breakfast.”You cough, clearing your throat. “Actually, I’m your guest, Griselda, that means I cook breakfast.”“No, guests sit quietly and wait for the host to cook them breakfast.” Griselda is quickly to shove you back to the warming-comforter-table-thingy. “Go, go, go. I insist.” Well, if she insists… At least you have a clean uniform on you so you can go directly from here to your morning job.Then again, you do have a vacation day… You quickly check the conditions of your salary program.Ha! They are paid vacation days! The madmen who instituted this, such lack of foresight! You could accumulate so many vacation days and just spend your entire school year goofing off!…[1/2]
>>46545350[2/2]But you’re not going to. You’re not a dick.Winona groans, laying forward on the table, half asleep. Ingrid takes up the shower as well, while Josephina and Stack sit about waiting for breakfast. The fresh scent of cooked potatoes and pancakes comes into your nose. Ah, reminds you of home.Hell, Griselda’s room was way bigger than your room back home! How does she deal with having so much space?Whatever, you pull up your Officer’s Pad, time to check available jobs.> LOGISTICS: Movement of import cargo off supply vessels into storage.> LOGISTICS: Recycling Plant duty, separation of non-recyclables from recyclables.> COMMAND AND CONTROL: Captain Spruance requests available Officer for miscellaneous duties. > SPEND VACATION DAY (1)
>>46545358> COMMAND AND CONTROL: Captain Spruance requests available Officer for miscellaneous duties.
>>46545358>> COMMAND AND CONTROL: Captain Spruance requests available Officer for miscellaneous duties.Work party? Work party.
>>46545358>> COMMAND AND CONTROL: Captain Spruance requests available Officer for miscellaneous duties.
> COMMAND AND CONTROL: Captain Spruance requests available Officer for miscellaneous duties
> COMMAND AND CONTROL: Captain Spruance requests available Officer for miscellaneous duties. “Breakfast.” A huge helping of hashbrowns, pancakes, butter, and sausage are laid out for all of you. Winona and Stack are quick to dig in, hurriedly eating. Rude, guys. But even your look of contempt isn’t enough to silence their stomachs. You and Josephina start eating.Jesus Christ, this tastes good. Wow. You need to call your Mom, she has competition. You smile at Griselda, and she smiles back happily, knowing she’s given you a good start to your day. Home cooked breakfast, how you missed it so.--Griselda was also kind enough to drop the five of you off at your jobs today in her Dodge truck. “So what are you planning on this afternoon?” you ask.“Gonna practice,” she says. “Talk with some people about getting more money, maybe even see if we can pick up a sixth crew before the Gagetown weekend. Hopefully that goes well!” She rubs her hands, grinning. “I can already taste victory!” She snaps her finger at you, clicking her teeth. “See ya round, Ellie!” She shifts the truck into gear, then drives off and away.She’s left you now at the Command Tower, the huge building from which the entire Academyship is run. Captain Amy Spruance and others are inside, waiting for you and you alone. There is no shift today to rely on.You take a deep breath. You can do this.--Captain Spruance sits in her command chair, then looks over at you as you arrive. “Ah, Ensign Zumwalt!” She smiles up at you, waving with the flop of her sleeve hanging over her hand. “Welcome, welcome! We were just expecting you!”You nod. “Ma’am. Do you have anything you need of me?”She pulls back her sleeve, glancing at her watch. “Not until 9, no.” She smiles happily, leaning back in her leather chair, almost melting into it judging by her diminutive size and her immense slouch. “So, Ellie, your supervisor speaks highly of you. That true?”> Boast> Neutral> Polite
>>46545780> Neutral"Oh no, I'm awful."
>>46545780>PoliteIf I'm earning any praise, it's because of the girls working for me.
> Polite“Oh, I would imagine she exaggerates a little bit, Captain. I simply do my job as I’m told.”Captain Spruance slowly nods her head up and down, thinking on that. “I see…” She looks forward. “Navigator! What’s our current direction?”“North-northwest, ma’am,” says the navigator with the glasses on her face. “As it was -10 minutes ago-.” She tries not to sound angry, apparently that must be a common question around here.“Hm.” Captain Spruance nods, standing up out of her chair and onto the wooden box laid at the foot of the chair. “Alright. Keep current speed. I want close contact with the forward observers so that we don’t run into anything important like a ship or an island.”“God knows we want to repeat last year,” says the navigator.“What was that?”“Nothing, ma’am!” The navigator says with a smile.Spruance smiles, then looks at you. “Get familiar with the Bridge, Ensign. See if anybody needs an extra pair of hands. It’s always nice to have an extra bridge bunny to help you know.” You look around. There’s so much going on at the bridge, you can’t even begin to process it all.> The navigator seems tired, maybe she needs some help.> A pair of bridge technicians seem to be having trouble with their console.> The Bridge Student Security detail are trying to force a chocolate bar to fall out of the vending machine.> Other
>>46546210> The navigator seems tired, maybe she needs some help.Hopefully we don't pull a Titanic.
>>46546210>> The Bridge Student Security detail are trying to force a chocolate bar to fall out of the vending machine.
>>46546210>A pair of bridge technicians seem to be having trouble with their console.
>>46546210> The navigator seems tired, maybe she needs some help.
>>46546210>> The navigator seems tired, maybe she needs some help.Islands seem like a big problem.
>>46546257Too early for that anon, Elodie hasn't even gotten around to the prow-hug and nude posing yet.
>>46546260All but one are not for lewds!
>>46546210> A pair of bridge technicians seem to be having trouble with their console.
>>46546324>delicious teas not to be enjoyed
>>46546324Au contraire anon, all of them are absolutely for lewds.
>>46546257We would have to ram Greenland to sink this multi kilometer ship.
>the bridge bunnies aren't wearing either bunny ears or those Playboy thingsWe had ONE job. WE FAILED.
> The navigator seems tired, maybe she needs some help.“Navigator?” She leans on the table, her green eyes half-lidded and her messy blonde hair drooping just past her shoulders. She adjusts her Officer’s cap really quickly then dusts off her white uniform. “Ensign Zumwalt. You seem to need an extra hand.”She grunts, offering her hand. You shake it, and find her grip a bit limp yet she still brings movement into it. Dad always said there was a lot you could tell about people from the way they shake hands. “Navigator Shirley Welker, Chief of Student Navigational Operations aboard Lafayette Girls Academy.” Hm, quite the title.“So er…” She folds her arms over her chest, quirking her brow unamusedly. “Do you need help?”She points to the coffee machine next to the vending machine. “Coffee would be good.” You nod, walking over to it. You look back as you place a cup into the machine for her. “Cream please.” You nod, then take out the piping hot cup of coffee and pick up the creamer carton. You pour some cream in. You almost hand it to her, but she stops you. “More.” You pour a bit more cream in. “Bit more.” Erm. You keep pouring. “More.” … “Keep going.” … The carton runs out of cream. “That’s good.” She takes the coffee, then sips it. “Aaahh…”“Erm. Anything else?” you ask.She nods. “Since you’re here, I need a ded for our position at 11 AM today, I need to run our course through our US Navy escort and that’ll take time.” Oh. Dead reckoning? Uh. “You know how to calculate dead reckoning right?”Well, you’re not sure but…> You’ll try. “Yeah.”> “Um, could you teach me really quickly?”> Other
>>46546579>You’ll try. “Yeah.”
>>46546579> “Um, could you teach me really quickly?”>>46546532We're not influential enough to mandate that yet, is all. Patience, anon.
>>46546579> “Um, could you teach me really quickly?”
>>46546579> You’ll try. “Yeah.”
>>46546532But anon, military uniforms are so much better.
>>46546579>“Um, could you teach me really quickly?”According to what I see in this here Wikipedia article, dead reckoning is basically calculating where are we going to be in a determined amount of time if current course and speed are held. Shouldn't be too difficult.
>>46546669This is why we>Business up top, party down below
>>46546689Combat jacket and bikini bottom?
>>46546754And boots. Best not forget boots. We have to be practical, after all.
>>46546796But boots aren't very party...
>>46546806Depends on the types of boots you're wearing.
>>46546820Da comrade, heavy combat boots are very party.
>>46546754Perfectly prim uniform up top, nice and functional, but wear the victory kit underneath. The thought of it is guaranteed to blow your mind.
>>46546882Well, it'll blow something alright.
>>46546871Anon pls, that's not very party at all!
> “Um, could you teach me really quickly?”“Um.” Her face scrunches up into a deep angry frown. “C-… could you teach me really quickly?”She sighs, then nods. “Okay, we have a pit log over there on the bow side of the ship. That measures our speed on the water.” You nod, hurrying to pull out your Officer’s Pad. You pull out the stylus pen and start writing it down. “Now, you’re going to calculate dead reckoning based on our previous position one half hour ago, that’s thirty minutes ago exactly. You do that by the time that’s passed, our current speed, and our distance traveled based on that speed. If our speed has changed in the past half hour, please let me know.”You nod. “Got it.”“Good.” She places her hands on her hips, groaning. “Now, if you mess up, don’t worry. We have four other navigational stations calculating our position at regular intervals. If you’re confused, refer to them, they will set you on the right track.”Alright, you think you got it, sort of. She pats you on the shoulder, then leaves the bridge. You step up to the large map table. It actually has variable settings as well that allows you to zoom out or in, track the ship’s position on the map, and even the position of other Academyships. Neat! You pull up a pencil, a notepad, and a ruler, it’s time to get to work.[1/2]
>>46547004[2/2]--After ten minutes of hard calculations, you show Captain Spruance the results of your work. “Alrighty…” She looks at your notepad, smiling a bit. “Good, good.” She looks over at the Comms officer on the starboard side of the Bridge. “Rockwell. Do the Ensign’s calculations match up with the other stations?”The Comms officer Dana Rockwell looks back, smiling happily. “Yes, ma’am! And might I say I love the way you wear that uniform today, ma’am! You look adorable!”“Aw, you flatter me!” Captain Spruance waves her off, blushing a bit. “Alright, Ensign. I got a job for you now, actually.” You click your heels, ready to receive your assignment. “I need you to go down to the Dry Cleaner’s on 5th and pick up my spare uniform.” … oh. She holds up a keycard for you. “Here, just in case.”You blink. “Er- er, ma’am. I’m not sure that-“She blinks. “Oh, right. Also, head down to Fire Control. Have Student Security give you a rundown on the guns.” Guns. Oh right, LGA does have guns. “Get going.”You step out of the bridge, alright, which to do first.> Pick up the Captain’s dry cleaning.> Head down to Fire Control.> Other
>>46547024>> Head down to Fire Control.
>>46547024>Head down to Fire Control.
>>46547024> Head down to Fire Control.Better get the serious stuff done first!
>>46547024>Head down to Fire Control.If the carrier is scaled up, so are the guns, I presume.>mfw we have Schwerer Gustavs as generic AAA
>>46547024> Pick up the Captain’s dry cleaning.
>>46547024>Head down to Fire Control.No sense in getting the Captains uniform dirty.
>>46547024> Head down to Fire ControlGet the dirty, sweaty fthoomy stuff done first.>>46547132Anon, our carrier is over 10km long. If we scale AA up by the same factor, we will make the Yamato blush.
>>46547024Also, pic related
> Head down to Fire Control.--After a short elevator ride and a much longer tram ride, you arrive at the Primary Fire Control Offices, which overlook one of the many gun batteries shaded beneath the upper deck of LGA. The Fire Control Officer walks you through the many consoles and computers managing the guns, most of which probably haven’t been fired in almost a century.And for good reason. The AA Guns here look like they could destroy battleships if the need arrived. “Righto, lassie. Here are da guns ye see here, right? We no mess about with them, make sure they are ready, cleaned by ye sailor scouts and what not, yeah? The big dossers aren’t too hard to deal with.”You nod slowly. “Uh huh.”“Now…” She pulls up her clipboard, rubbing her blackened cheek, probably from soot and grease. “Here ya go ya dote.” She hands you a full report, stapled together, all 30 pages worth. “30 pages worth of dry shite, each and every cannon accounted for, no need to worry, yep?”You nod again. “Uh huh.”“Tell you something, though these here guns are basically as useless as tits on a bull, wonder why we even keep ‘em round anyway, ask me what it’s a load of bollocks these things even here, yep?” You nod again. “You don’t even know what I’m saying, do ye?”> “Why is every Student Sec Officer I meet Irish?”> “No, no, perfectly.”> “Could you… speak clearly?”> Other
>>46547510> “Why is every Student Sec Officer I meet Irish?”
>>46547510> “No, no, perfectly.”> Other"Haven't been fire in a century huh? Would you like to fire something smaller that still makes a godawful racket?"
>>46547510> “No, no, perfectly.”
>>46547510>>46547603Definitely going with this.
>>46547735Copy the greentext, otherwise Schteel won't count it as part of the vote.
>>46547510> “Why is every Student Sec Officer I meet Irish?”Translating the Irish brogue into American English is simple enough, despite the terrifying density of the accent.
“Why is every Student Sec Officer I meet Irish?”Because Schteel has terrible taste.
>>46547816This.There's a reason those potato fuckers were kept as slaves
>>46547510>“No, no, perfectly.”
> “No, no, perfectly.”“No, no. Absolutely perfectly,” you say. “I know what you’re saying.” Some of those words at least.She nods, smiling. “Good on ya, bud.” She punches your arm, and you yelp a bit in pain. God, she gives a mean hook. “Ha! Well, ya can tell the cutie little Spruance nothings gone manky.” Alright, alright. “Give her a kiss and a squeeze of the diddies for me, ya?” … alright, alright. You slowly walk out of the Fire Control Office. Then when she turns around, you quicken your pace, you gotta get out here.Alright, you got that report, now for the dry cleaning.--You picked up a sandwich on your officer’s badge outside of the dry cleaner’s. Thank fully there wasn’t too big of a line, mostly because most freshman don’t know how a dry cleaner operates anyway. Finally, the little Asian student managing the place holds out a bag containing a pristine white uniform for you. “For the Captain.” She tells you to wait for a second, then holds out a bag containing pretty pink underwear as well. “Also for the Captain.”You sigh. She didn’t tell you about underwear.“Hey, Ellie.” You flinch, then look back to see Ingrid. “What’s with the underwear?” Ingrid wears her PT uniform, apparently coming to use the laundry machines here. Uh. Um. “Is the Captain having you do a shit job or something?”> “Yes.”> “Bum job is such a strong word.”> “No, no, I’m just- this –this is mine.”> Other
>>46548092> “Bum job is such a strong word.”
>>46548092>“No, no, I’m just- this –this is mine.”Can't spread rumours about the captain. She's the one who decides who walks the plank, after all.
>>46548092> “No, no, I’m just- this –this is mine.”
>>46548092> OtherCaptains have more important things to do than fetch laundry! I am doing my job, as we all must.
>>46548092> “No, no, I’m just- this –this is mine.”Why say this? I dunno. But it seems fun!
>>46548092> “Yes.”We could only wish to get a captain bum job.
> “No, no, I’m just- this –this is mine.”“No, no, I’m just…” You cough. “This is my underwear.” Everyone looks at you skeptically. They’re not fooled.Ingrid especially. “Let me get this straight. You-“ She points down to your obviously large breasts. “-wear an A-cup bra.” You look at the underwear, then back at Ingrid, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. What have you done. “Relax, I’m not gonna think less of you. We all have shit stuff to do sometimes.”You rub the back of your head, embarrassed. “I’m an Officer, okay?” You step out of the line, holding the items. “And besides, this isn’t all the stuff I did today. I did some useful stuff too. I just- I’m not entirely sure I want to be doing this for the Captain as well.”“Well hey, on an Academyship where everybody is an overachiever, someone still has to clean the toilets,” says Ingrid.“What are you even doing here?” you ask.“Job let out early, I decided to get my laundry done today and quick, I hear it’s crowded on weekends.” Fair enough. “Think you’ll be done with your job soon?”You check your watch. “Actually, yeah. Quitting time is 3 O’clock.” She nods. “Well, if you want to do anything, you can say so.” She shrugs, frowning a bit. “… okay then, Ingrid. Well, I’ll see you.” She waves goodbye.Right, you’re never taking the Captain’s dry cleaning again.[1/2]
>>46548434[2/2]--“Hahaha!” The Captain slaps her knee, the sleeves hanging over her hands flopping around as well. “I forgot I had my underwear in the wash! Oh, that’s- that’s great, hehehe!” She grins at you, and you simply stare at her neutrally. “Come on! It’s funny!” She nudges your elbow. “Anyway, you did a good job today, Ensign.”“Thank you,” you say.“No, seriously. Navigator Welker’s kind of abrasive but she’s glad you were humble enough to ask for help,” says the Captain. “Since you had to humiliate yourself doing this, I’m going to let you off a little early today.” Oh? Well, that’s nice of you, Captain. “And…” She pulls up her Officer’s Pad. “Here’s a hundred dollar bonus as well, for taking care of things smoothly.”> + 100 DOLLARS BONUS> JOB COMPLETED> + 5 CP“You’re dismissed, Ensign,” she says.Wow. You check your watch. 2 PM. You still got some time in the day. What do you want to do?> Hang around the Bridge, shadow the Captain to see what you can learn.> Embark on a Quest (Which?)> Call up someone to hang out (Who?)> Other
>>46548448> Hang around the Bridge, shadow the Captain to see what you can learn.
>>46548448>> Hang around the Bridge, shadow the Captain to see what you can learn.
>>46548448>Hang around the Bridge, shadow the Captain to see what you can learn.Maybe we'll catch her wearing that pink underwear.
>>46548448>Embark on a Quest (Which?)> “If Adventure has a name…”We can bother the bridge staff later, for now, let's get to know our home.
>>46548530Anon pls, for one thing that's not the pair she's wearing today, for another the captain isn't gonna flash people on the job!
>>46548448>Embark on a Quest (Which?)> “If Adventure has a name…”
>>46548554Oh ye man o' poor faith.
>>46548606I'm just saying anon. We might have to wait until tomorrow to see it.
>>46548448>Embark on a Quest (Which?)> “If Adventure has a name…”TIME TO TREASURE HUNT
>>46548448>Embark on a Quest (Which?)> “If Adventure has a name…”The "X" marks the spot.
>>46548542What a waste of goddamn money.
>>46548733Yeah, the Infinity didn't even do anything of use.
> Embark on a Quest (If Adventure has a name…)--You stand outside the Command Tower, waiting. Where is she?Suddenly, coming around the street and up to you in a Dodge WC63 truck. There was no canvas on the bed, revealing the pack of dogs sitting in the back, along with a few crates of what you assume to be important equipment. Kathy Wheeler stops up next to you. “Got your phone call!” She tosses you a helmet with a light on it. Yuck! What the hell is on this thing, is there some grease on it!? “That’s pine tar, don’t worry, that’s for extra grip!” Why do you need grip on a helmet!? “Put it on and get in!”You step onto the WC63, and look around. It’s very lived in that’s for sure. You know that Dodge actually sponsors LGA, which means they provide a lot of these old Dodge trucks to the school. You look back to see six dogs, one of them Rhys the Kuvasz dog. “You already know Rhys. There’s Danny, Jimbo, Burnsy, Gale, and Willy. Boys, Elodie.” They happily pant, staring at you. Rhys barks, apparently recognizing you. Whereas Rhys is a Kuvasz, Danny is a German Shepherd, Jimbo is a Doberman, Burnsy is a Bordie Collie, Gale is a Husky, and Willy is a Corgi.[1/2]
>>46549083[2/2]“Um.” You blink. “Do you own a lot of dogs?”“Yeah!” Kathy smiles. “Better friends than other people! Not that I’m talking about you of course, haha!” She nudges your elbow, grinning. She reaches into her leather jacket, then holds out a map to you. “Here you go.” She puts the truck in drive and starts moving along. The dogs immediately split up to start taking in the wind.“What’s this?” you ask.“It’s a projected map of the lower levels,” she says. “Most Naval Studies students don’t go down there because it’s not very well-understood.” Judging by all these notes like “??” and “fuck is in here”, Kathy doesn’t understand what’s down there either. “I got tools, gloves, jackets, and other stuff for us. And don’t worry, you won’t get lost down there, you got me!” She grins, winking at you. “So, where do you want to start?”> Storage Bay 1, very deep in Block 1. According to Kathy’s notes it should contain old WWII materiel.> There’s a ? mark where an old aircraft hangar should be. Maybe that’ll be worth a look.> Engineering Bay 55G, down below the water line levels where things are even more poorly understood.> Other
>>46549100> There’s a ? mark where an old aircraft hangar should be. Maybe that’ll be worth a look.
>>46549100>> Engineering Bay 55G, down below the water line levels where things are even more poorly understood.Now i remember how Gertrude and party almost trapped below there.... cross your finger.
>>46549100>> There’s a ? mark where an old aircraft hangar should be. Maybe that’ll be worth a look.
>>46549100>> Engineering Bay 55G, down below the water line levels where things are even more poorly understood.WHERE THERE'S A WILL, THERE'S A WAYWHERE'S THERE NO UNDERSTANDING, WE'LL MAKE THE UNDERSTANDING
>>46549100> Engineering Bay 55G, down below the water line levels where things are even more poorly understood.
>>46549100>Engineering Bay 55G, down below the water line levels where things are even more poorly understood.Here be monsters! And maybe tank lesbians. But mostly monsters!
>>46549100> Storage Bay 1, very deep in Block 1. According to Kathy’s notes it should contain old WWII materiel.
You think we can find a tank?I mean did Friselda do anything with the IS?Did she find someone to crew it?
> Engineering Bay 55G, down below the water line levels where things are even more poorly understood.“Alrighty…” She pores over the map as she drives, bringing you on over to one of the underground entrances. “Alright. Pretty interesting place to start but I guess you love a good adventure.” She whistles a loud call, and the dogs immediately dismount and sit down at the street for her. You both step off and then she tells you, “Right, just follow my lead, we can get through this.”“Why do you even need me?” you ask.“Eh… it gets lonely down there,” she says. She whistles again, and the dogs all follow her down the stairs. You roll your eyes, pulling on your gloves and carrying one of the toolboxes and a bundle of rope and your chest. Might as well get this over with.The first levels are familiar to you. Occasionally someone gives you a double take to see again that you are indeed walking out of an Indiana Jones movie. “So, what exactly are we supposed to find down there?” you ask again.“Anything of historical value to the LGA Museum or anything that the highest bidder will buy.” She places her hand on her hip, giving you a very smug smirk. “Trust me, I know a few guys who will pay big bucks for old vintage magazines with Betty Grable on the cover.” Hmph, lewd. “And besides, even beyond that, aren’t you excited to explore? To see the vast depths of LGA?”> “Not really.”> “I guess.”> “I just want the money.”> Other
>>46549387>“I guess.”I'm sure Ellodie is a little confused by her own motivations.
>>46549387> “I guess.”
>>46549387>“I guess.”The #1 comic of Magical Girl Liberty could be there, and that would be worth quite the big bucks.That, or her hopefully inanimate skeleton...
>>46549387> “I just want the money.”Elodie will do dirty, dirty work for some cold, hard cash.
>>46549387>> Other"To be honest with you? I've been reading hand-me-down copies of Magical Girl Liberty since I could read. Indiana Jones was the first movie I ever saw. I was the Indy to my dad's Shortround for my first 4 Halloweens.To answer your question?Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory."
>>46549469Nah, she's frozen in a block of ice at the back of one of the walk in freezers.
>>46549387> I guessShouldn't we tell her we're in tankery, or ask if we can get first bid for tanks?
>>46549387> “I guess.”I heard they found a bunch of tanks and planes down here a couple of years ago...
>>46549607We should do it at the point of finding one, or afterwards.
> “I guess.”You shrug. “I guess.”“Ah! Such a buzzkill!” She punches your arm. Ah! What is it with people and punching your arm! “Come on, let me your big sister Kathy lead you on into adventure! Deep in the darkness of LGA’s forgotten bowels lie hidden treasures of history! You’ll see! Come on!” She hurries along to a service elevator, and you sigh, coming along as well. The dogs as well come along, giving you a very furry tingle at your leg from the crowding. Kathy pulls a key from out of her cleavage, then shoves it into the elevator’s control panel. The light turns green, and Kathy pulls down a switch, lowering you all down.“Where’d you get that key?” you ask.“Eh… questions, questions,” she says. That didn’t answer your question but okay. “By the way, if we find any tanks down here, they’re yours. I know you’re a big Tankery girl and all, maight as well help the team.” Oh? Neat.Several minutes pass. “How far down are we going?”“Very far,” she says. “You’ll see.” The lit and clean hallways start giving way to rustier, darker, and grimier rooms and halls. Kathy puts on her helmet, and turns on the light. You turn on the light on your helmet as well. Finally, after what feels like a whole half hour of waiting in the elevator, the doors give way to an incredibly dark hallway. Pitch black save for the beams of light from your helmets. Rust is gathering at the edges of the walls and at the corners of the doors, water is seeping in as well too, dripping down into puddles. “This way.”[1/2]
>>46549753[2/2]Kathy leads you forward. You seem to think you’ve made a huge mistake. What if you get lost down here? Kathy pulls a glowstick out of her jacket, shakes it so it lights up green, then sticks it next to the wall. Okay, look for the glowsticks then.Rhys barks, making you flinch. “What is it, boy?” Kathy looks back. Rhys and the other dogs growl, pointing their noses down one hallway. “Is it rats again?”> Maybe we should keep going, I think they’re trying to warn us.> Let’s go down that hallway, see what’s what.> Other
>>46549772>> Maybe we should keep going, I think they’re trying to warn us.Nope.
>>46549772> Let’s go down that hallway, see what’s what.
>>46549772> Maybe we should keep going, I think they’re trying to warn us.
>>46549772> Let’s go down that hallway, see what’s what.They are dogs that live with self proclaimed 'Treasure hunter' after all
>>46549753>> Let’s go down that hallway, see what’s what.
>>46549772>> Let’s go down that hallway, see what’s what.ADVENTURE
>>46549772>Let’s go down that hallway, see what’s what.I sure hope the ship won't start doing Grave Encounters shit on us.
>>46549772>Let’s go down that hallway, see what’s what.Perhaps we should have come armed. Or brought nightvision.
>>46549951Nonsense anon, our canine friends can repel any hoodlums that might lurk here!
>>46550033Even horrors from the deep? I do not want to become brood mother to a school of fish men.
>>46549951Or high powered yuri goggles.>>46550092Nah, fishmen don't do that. Tentaculats do.
>>46550092Don't you mean sea men?And besides, the Occult club just want to be granted eyes on the inside by Mother Kos.
> Let’s go down that hallway, see what’s what.“M- maybe they’re pointing something out to us,” you say. “We should go down there.” Kathy rubs her chin, then looks at her dogs. They sniff the air, barking down the hallway.“Hm, alright.” She motions you to follow her slowly. The dogs follow close behind, sniffing the floor, walls, and the air. The dogs however, point out a huge bulkhead standing in your way. “Hm. This must lead into one of the bigger engineering bays.”You bite your lip, looking around. “Um, um. Kathy.” She looks at you as she sets her bag down, looking for one of her tools. “Th- there aren’t any like, ghosts around are there?”She looks long and hard at you, then slowly bursts into a sniffling snorting giggle. “Y- hehehe! You what!? Ghosts?” You blush, trying to bite your lip. “Oh, you’re killing me, Ellie! Ghosts! There’s no such thing as ghosts! Please!” There better not be! You haven’t been the same since that one Halloween where you stole a bunch of kids’ candy. Dad found out and by God…Dad has the funniest yet CRUELEST ways of setting you straight.She pulls out a glowstick, then sticks it next to a valve next to a bulkhead. She grabs the valve, then slowly wheels it around. The bulkhead groans open, dust settling and falling off around her and you.Suddenly, you hear a loud skittering noise. Their eyes glow as you look inside. Your skin crawls. Your jaw drops. Oh god oh god oh god“What, what is it?” asks Kathy.> “RATS!”> [Intensify screaming]> Run> Other
>>46550344>Keep Calm and Carry on
>>46550344> [Intensify screaming]Best. Option. Ever.
>>46550344> [Intensify screaming]
>>46550344>[Intensify screaming]Running if they approach, soiling if they give chase.
>>46550344> “RATS!”> [Intensify screaming]Hey, not every MC can be Trude!
>>46550344>[Intensify screaming]Do that Scooby Doo thing where you jump on the nearest person.
>>46550520What about the Scooby Doo thing where you run in face? Or the Scooby Doo thing where you run into and out of doors all the time?
Clearly we need to save by a certain polish girl and her snake.
>>46550536We'll get to that soon. For now, jumping on the nearest person.
> [Intensify screaming]“AAAAAAAHHHH!” You scream so loud, the dogs all begin howling and barking. You ju,p right into Kathy’s arms as the rats scatter out of the room in the dozens, being chased off by the dogs. They know not to bite into those rats, who knows where they’ve been! Once the skittering and scouring is finished, you stop screaming.…You look up into Kathy’s eyes. She smirks, giving a very coy smile. “Ooooh, you’re lighter than I thought, Ellie. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” You push yourself, almost falling out of her arms. Ugh, goddamn it, this is so far out of your comfort zone! You should never have gone this way! Kathy continues pulling the bulkhead open, then she tosses in a flare, illuminating the entire room. All of you step in to see a vast amount of machinery, too old and too decrepit for you to tell what they once were. Maybe this used to be where the ship was powered before newer technology came in.The flashlight on your head illuminates wherever you look. You take a sniff, and almost gag. Smells like rat shit in here. The dogs sniff around, trying to find stuff. You groan, stepping around, clutching your jacket. You want to go home, this is terrible! “Ugh, this shit again.” You look over, and she holds up a box. “Old baseball cards.”“Well, hey, maybe some are valuable,” you say.“As if,” she says. “It’s mostly just B-list guys, you almost never see any hall of famers.” She shrugs. “Besides, I’m more of a soccer girl.” Fair enough. She holds up one card. “Who the fuck is Mark Koenig?” She sighs, shaking her head as she goes through them.[1/2]
>>46550869[2/2]You roll your eyes, looking around.Suddenly, you slip, and almost fall right into a huge pile of rat shit before you catch yourself. That was close! What did you trip on? You look down.Wait. It’s a huge black gun. It’s not particularly rusty or anything, it’s been covered up from the water by this big tarp. You pull it off.It’s an M2 Browning Machine Gun! Whoa! “Hey, Kathy!” She looks over. “Look, it’s an M2 .50 Caliber machine gun!”“Oh?” She tilts her head, a little interested. “Why, do you want it?”> “Sure!”> “Well, this is your expedition, you can have it I guess.”> Other
>>46550897>“Well, this is your expedition, you can have it I guess.”Do we need it or something?
>>46550869> “Sure!”> Take the Baseball Cards, Ingrid might want them.
>>46550897>Will it kill rats?
>>46550897Exactly everything Anon >>46550963 says. Guns and cards.
>>46550897> “Sure!”> Take the Baseball Cards, Ingrid might want them.
>>46550897> “Well, this is your expedition, you can have it I guess.”> Take the Baseball Cards, Ingrid might want them.
Can you even install a .50 Cal onto a cromwell?
> “Sure!”> Take the Baseball Cards, Ingrid might want them.That will mount nicely on my hatch on my tank!....You can come fire it if you want.
>>46551348If not, its a useful thing for the team or for resale.
>>46551348The rules allow for the addition of ahistorical pintle and AA mounted machine guns.In theory, you can stick as many machine guns onto the turret as you want really.
>>46551348https://books.google.com/books?id=u5yjCwAAQBAJ&pg=PA48&lpg=PA48&dq=Cromwell+50.cal&source=bl&ots=0K5iHc1w-K&sig=qA-J_WG6SaWBCvqLxJn-Thc9Qs0&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiJztyQq4DMAhXDNz4KHaJID_MQ6AEIHDAA#v=onepage&q=Cromwell%2050.cal&f=falseRead that over and let us know.
>>46551403>https://books.google.com/books?id=u5yjCwAAQBAJ&pg=PA48&lpg=PA48&dq=Cromwell+50.cal&source=bl&ots=0K5iHc1w-K&sig=qA-J_WG6SaWBCvqLxJn-Thc9Qs0&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiJztyQq4DMAhXDNz4KHaJID_MQ6AEIHDAA#v=onepage&q=Cromwell%2050.cal&f=falsenope they dont.
>>46551403>>46551557Actually it says 75mm 50cal in the gun mounting section....
> “Sure!”“Sure!” You hurriedly pick up the M2 in your gloved hands, and feel the slick grease seeping onto the leather. You place it over your shoulder, then hurry over to the box of baseball cards. “Do you mind if I take these too? I have a friend who really likes baseball and uh…” She shrugs. “Great.” You take the box as well.She sighs. “Looks like this place is kind of a bust then. Christ.” She places her hand on her hips. She looks over at you. “Well, you’ve got a pretty productive day. Let’s call it for dinner, alright?” You nod. But just as you’re leaving, she stops, and looks over at something. “Hey, what’s that?” She points down to another set of boxes. The two of you walk over, and she shovels through them.And inside them she finds something interesting. She pulls out an old camera. “It’s an old camera.” She rifles around the box a bit, then finds some film inside. “With some film.” She looks back at you, smiling. “This might actually get us a good payday, Ellie.” She slaps you on the arm. “Ha! I should thank you for sending me down this way! The museum is gonna love an exclusive photograph collection! Even if it’s mundane shit, it’s historical mundane shit!”“How much?” you ask.“Oh, I’ll find out later,” she says. “But this ain’t a bust anymore, we did good today. Let’s get out of here. I’ll buy you some dinner. I think I scared you enough.” You roll your eyes, very funny.[1/2]
>>46551722[2/2]--The two of you sit on the Dodge truck’s hood eating some Chick-Fil-A. Mom and Dad could never afford this kind of high-end fast food stuff, so to eat something like this, it was something special. Still, you were kind of in shock from those rats, not to mention your uniform is now kind of slick in grease and dust right now. Ugh, this is going to take forever to wash out, if it even washes out. The dogs all eat on the ground in the parking lot, eating up dogfood carried in the back.You look over to see Kathy smiling at you. “Um. Yes?” Is she checking you out.She nudges you, leaning closer. “I think you got a good instinct. We should do this more, you can make a lot more money with moi.” She places her hand on her chest, quirking her brows up with a perky smirk on her face. “What do you say? Maybe tomorrow or Friday we can go treasure hunting again?”> “I’m usually busy. I’ll call you if I’m available.”> “Sure, I’d love to.”> “Um, maybe not this week, I’m gonna be busy practicing.”> Other
>>46551747> “Sure, I’d love to.”Lets just burn that free day. Screw it.
>>46551747> “I’m usually busy. I’ll call you if I’m available.”Gotta be responsible.
>>46551747>> “I’m usually busy. I’ll call you if I’m available.”
>>46551747> “Sure, I’d love to.”
>>46551747>“Sure, I’d love to.”
>>46551747> “I’m usually busy. I’ll call you if I’m available.”Alas, the pains of tankery
>>46551747>OtherCheck officer's Pad, see if there's anything posted about tomorrow.
>>46551962Do we even have it around to look at right now?
>>46551348 Install it like how? You should be able to replace the coaxial Breda without too much work if that's what you're asking? The only possible tricky part is how you might arrange the feed I think, since the Breda used box mags and the .50 is belt fed. I don't think it would be a huge problem though. Maybe install a lever that tilts the cradle back to make it easier to reload.
>>46552013We've always got it with us for work, and we came here straight from work.
>>46552057Fair enough. Would be convenient for plotting an outing with our new friend then.
>>46551747>>>46551747 #>> “I’m usually busy. I’ll call you if I’m available.”
>>46551747> “I’m usually busy. I’ll call you if I’m available.”>>46551348Implying they didn't just weld brackets on everything to mount more machine guns.
> “I’m usually busy. I’ll call you if I’m available.”“I’m usually busy,” you say. She frowns a little, disappointed. “But hey, I’ll call you if I’m available. I just… I just need to put work above this stuff. As a new Officer you know, you don’t have too much freedom to goof off.”She holds up a hand, nodding understandably. “Totally fair. You do your Officer stuff, I’ll do my adventuring stuff. And hey, I’ll send that camera off to the museum. Tomorrow, you’ll get your cut of it, along with whatever you get from those things I let you have.” Oh, the M2 will be great on the turret. It might give you some extra protection from light armor, plus it’d give you an excuse to fire a really big powerful gun. Unf. “So what’s the Tankery stuff like anyway?”“Oh, it’s great,” you say. “I’ve always wanted to do tankery as a kid, but my parents could never afford to send me to the Tank academy or let me participate in Little League so I just sort of settled in for studying. But always had an interest, you know?”“Cool…” Kathy nods, listening closely. “I mean, I personally prefer planes, call me butch. My brother’s into Skycraft. He’s landlocked though, and obviously I’m here so yeah…” She coughs, licking her lips. “Yeah!”“Yeah,” you say, a little awkwardly.She checks her watch. “So, we got some time. Do you want me to drive you anywhere or do something or… stuff?”> “Drive me home.”> “Nah, we can just hang out.”> Other
>>46552300>“Nah, we can just hang out.”
>>46552300> “Nah, we can just hang out.”How cute. Skycraft, huh.
>>46552300>Ask her to show you her cockpit.
>>46552346A-anon! Not on the first date!
>>46552300> “Nah, we can just hang out.”
>>46552025 About the Besa with box mags. I take that back. Probably can install the .50 with just some fitting adjustments in the cradle.
>>46552300>"You know anything fun to do on this ship? I haven't really had a chance to fully familiarize myself with it yet."
>>46552346Well... I mean if she says yes..
>>46552300We should get her a Tetrarch. It's basically halfway between Tank and plane. We do need a scout after all.
>>46552346>>46552394>>46552395>>46552488Ellodie is a pure girl and not for lewds!
>>46552541Tetrarch has so little armor I think they'd be able to kill it with their coax guns.
>>46552614But it's fast, tiny and with a little john adapter'd 2 Pounder or the 3 Inch Howitzer can even be a threat or at least a nuisance from the rear or sides. If it gets spotted and hit it's dead sure but it's so easy to effectively hide and small enough to run away down paths no other tank can go that it's probably pretty good as an ultra-light scout tank. Plus in NATO we could always throw a bit of ahistorical applique armour if we really wanted to. And I mean, just look at the thing, it's adorable!
>>46552614maybe from .50, but 14mm of steel still a lot for .303 and likes.
>>46552697Just about anything is a threat from the rear or sides. It's a tiny useless tank.
>>46552585Not even for spunky tomboys with trucks?
>>46552741Inb4 Elodie with Jeep Boy and Indiana Jane.
>>46552787Jeep Jockey Redemption spinoff quest when?
>>46552802Jeep Jockey need not redemption anon. He will forever be the trusty support and fall-guy for all kinds of cute girl tankery schemes.
>>46552739better than twin-turret Vickers 6-ton.Yes, in anime proper some school goes into match with them.
>>46552861And get promptly annihilated by Pravda.
>>46552958>Pravda.But what about Izvestia?
> “Nah, we can just hang out.”You shrug. “We can just hang out I guess. You know any fun places to do stuff?”She rubs her chin, thinking on it. And at that, she gets a brilliant idea. “I know one place.”--The basketball courts in the near-center of town are quite pretty and usually are filled with Naval Studies students off duty, occasionally watching as one of the Senior Council staff trounce them for no good reason other than her being Mormon. Right now, it was just you and Kathy playing hoops. “Come on, come on!” You had stripped off your jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of your blouse and stripped off your pantyhose to perform with as little distraction as possible. While Kathy was also playing in naught but blouse and miniskirt too. “Here I go!” She tries to make a charge for the hoop. Layup, huh? Not on your watch!You jump up and smack it out of the air, almost pushing her over. “Whoo!” you yell. The dogs all immediately crowd the ball, pushing it back onto the court and running around. “Yeah!” You pump your fist, quietening immediately. You hope no one heard that.Really, this isn’t what you thought of when she said there was something to do in LGA. Maybe LGA really doesn’t have a lot to do.Bit charming actually. You’re used to having so many places to go in the city, and now that you’re in a small town on LGA’s upper deck, seems like you have to find stuff to do now, find people, get things going.Kathy sighs. “You’re pretty good.” She picks up the ball from Rhys, and dribbles it a bit. “Alright, 1-1 tie. Game point. Come on.” You’ve got possession of the ball this time. Let’s see…> Play it safe, layups. That’s what the pros do.> Go for a shot from the side.> Half court, all or nothing.> Other
>>46552998Didn't make it, got glared at by Nonna.
>>46552958At very least, Tetrach has proper AT cannon and speed.I don't say it will be a powerhouse, but this is GuP story and here even Type 89 is showed to actually make impact in matches.
>>46552999> Go for a shot from the side.Play ball, huh? Good idea.
>>46552999>> Half court, all or nothing.
>>46552999> Play it safe, layups. That’s what the pros do.
>>46552999>Go for a shot from the side.
>>46552999>> Go for a shot from the side.
>>46552999> Half court, all or nothing.Shoulda bet a sandwich or something on the outcome! Elodie can beat her!
>>46552999>Really, this isn’t what you thought of when she said there was something to do in LGA. Maybe LGA really doesn’t have a lot to do.Silly Elodie, this was clearly all to get you two undressed and sweating.
> Go for a shot from the side.You hurry around to her side, jumping over one of her dogs that happened to be in the way in fact. Gotta dribble, gotta dribble, no traveling in these parts no sir. She tries desperately to keep on you, and perhaps even take the ball away from you. Not on your watch. You lean back, then spin around and jump. At the high point, you arc the ball upwards.And off the rim, and swooping down right into the hoop. “Yes!” you pump your fist. “Game over!” you declare.She sighs, shaking her head. “Nice.” She shakes your hand, then leans over, panting in relief. The both of you wipe off some sweat. Nothing like a bit of basketball to wipe away the stress. You got to playing basketball with yourself when you weren’t studying. You never did find time to play with other people.Playing with someone else feels nice.You look up at the night sky, sighing. “It’s getting late. I should head back.”“Alright,” she says. “I gotta feed the dogs too.” She crosses her arms, smiling. “You give me a call if you ever want to go on an adventure, Ellie.” You nod, sure thing, Kathy. She wiggles her fingers in a goodbye wave, picking up her spare clothes and whistling to her dogs. They follow her out of the court. Well trained bunch of dogs aren’t they? “Night, Ellie!”“Night, Kathy!” you call.--
>>46553425[2/2]You sigh. You took a shower in the common showers before heading to your dorm. Such a good feeling getting all of the stress of today washed off. You sent your uniform to the wash, you’ll just wear one of the spares until that’s cleaned up. You open your door into dorm room. “Winona, I’m home-“You find Winona kneeling down and holding your care package, with Cuddles wrapped all the way around her neck. The package is open, revealing the cookies inside. She looks up at you, surprised.…“I swear.” She closes it. “Cuddles got out of his terrarium and snuck under your bed and found it, I didn’t eat any.”> “You better not have.”> “You can have one if you want.”> “You need to get a better terrarium if he keeps escaping like that.”> Other
>>46553444> “You can have one if you want.”
>>46553444>> “You can have one if you want.”
>>46553444> “You need to get a better terrarium if he keeps escaping like that.”> “You can have one if you want.”What kinda snake goes searching for cookies? I call foul!
>>46553444>“You need to get a better terrarium if he keeps escaping like that.”He has no thumbs! How does this keep happening?
>>46553444> "You can have one if you want.”> “You need to get a better terrarium if he keeps escaping like that.”
>>46553531Cuddles likes finding alternative sources of warmth like blankets or beds or Elodie's knockers.
>>46553602Can't blame Cuddles for having good taste, really.
>>46553602No joke, a friend of mine had a ball python. Little bugger would slither down arms to the chest to get to the warm spots.
>>46553720They're so cute.
>>46553741Yeah she was cute, the little snooters are the best part.
>having a snake>go to sleep>wake up>the snake done destroyed ALL your Metal Gears
> “You can have one if you want.”“You can have one if you want.” You smile at her. You open up the box and take a cookie out yourself. “They’re pretty good you know.”“I can!” She gasps happily, then immediately takes one and shoves it into her mouth. “Mmmmm, so good!”> + 5 MORALE TO WINONA“This is delicious, did your mom make these?” You nod. “Oooooh, I wish my Mom made me cookies! I mean, my chef made me cookies back home but it’s not the same you know?” Fair enough. You sit down on your bed and lean back, sighing as you strip off the miniskirt. You’re too tired to dress into nightwear. “Going to go right to sleep?” she asks.“Yeah, I had a bit of a long day,” you ask.“Yeah, I can see that,” she says as she unbuttons her shirt. Cuddles slowly starts slithering in, headfirst into her chest. “It looks like you saw a ghost.”“Eh,” you grunt. It wasn’t a ghost but it sure as hell wasn’t a unicorn. You thought you were done with rats. Ugh. “I went exploring below decks.” She nods, sitting at the foot of your bed and listening. “Played some basketball too with a girl named Kathy. Before that, I had to pick up some dry cleaning and do random bullshit for the Captain.”“Aw, you had a rough day,” she says.“Well, I did get a hundred bucks out of it, actually,” you say. “Bonus points, you know.” She nods, listening closely. “What about you, how’d your day go?”Winona rubs her chin. “Well, I got to clean and perform maintenance on a swimming pool! We cleaned it so well in fact that they’re letting the shift take the day off tomorrow and letting us take a swim in it! You’re invited to come if you want,” she offers.“I’ll think about it,” you say. “But thanks.” You yawn a little, then shove your feet beneath your blanket. Winona hits the lights, then climbs up onto her bunk. “Well, good night, Winona.”“Night, night, Ellie!”You sigh, another day another dollar.
>>46554094https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kl-ZqQ_InX8That's it for tonight's chapter of LGA2. Tomorrow's another day for it as well so hope you all enjoyed and hope to see you tomorrow.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelAsk at: http://germanschteel.tumblr.com/See you next time.
>>46554112Thanks for running!
>>46554112Thanks for running
>>46554112Thanks for running boss~Also schedule when.
>>46554094Thanks for the fun, Boss.
>>46554283Completely forgot. I'll get to that tomorrow.
>>46554361In other news.
>>46554678RIP Kyle Schwarber's baseball career.
>>46554979http://mediadownloads.mlb.com/mlbam/mp4/2016/04/08/578971483/1460159924246/asset_1800K.mp4> trevor story, rookie, first year in major league career> six home runs already> mfw
meanwhile on LGA 1 season 2 Nancy is on winning streak while Lisa raking mad dosh from bets....Gertrude meanwhile busy wrestling with Clara "Machowoman" Savage and Ramirez does everything.