>>47628442
Because I'm a lesbian.

Let's just cut through the fat and get straight to the point.

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>>47628442
>“They’re stupid and I don’t like them.”

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>>47628442
>> "They don't belong on an all-girls school. They're not 'icky'."
First for Chovy

>>47628442
Joking/ribbing:
>> “If I was, I wouldn’t be rooming with you.”
More seriously:
>> "They don't belong on an all-girls school. They're not 'icky'."

Yaay, Time for Tonks.

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>>47628442
>> "They don't belong on an all-girls school. They're not 'icky'."

>>47628442
> “If I was, I wouldn’t be rooming with you.”
Oooooo-wait that doesn't make any sense!

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>>47628442

> "They don't belong on an all-girls school. They're not 'icky'."
DUCE DUCE DUCE

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>>47628557
DUCE DUCE

> "They don't belong on an all-girls school. They're not 'icky'."

“This is an all-girls school, which means we’re all girls. I know they’re only here to jointly practice with LGA’s Skycraft team but they definitely are out of place. They’re not icky.”

“You got a crush on somebody?” Winona blinks smugly. You push her face away. “Aagh!”

“As if. I don’t have crushes on people,” you say. “That’s childish.”

“We are kids,” says Stack. “It’s healthy to have crushes on people. I once had a crush on a boy in elementary school. He didn’t know this of course because my way of showing affection at the time was punching people.”

Ingrid raises a finger. “And in today’s news, a local boy was killed by a local girl, having been beaten to death.”

“How about you shut up, nerd,” says Stack with a blush. “I didn’t have to tell you that!”

You roll your eyes, typical.

> Report to work.
> SPEND VACATION DAY (5)
> Other

>>47628478
Elodie's not a lesbian, she's a public use slut

>>47628689
>> Report to work.

>>47628689
>> Report to work.

>>47628689
> Report to work.

>>47628689
>> Report to work.

>>47628689
> Report to work.

> Report to work.

“Well, me and Denise have to get to work. We’ll meet you guys down at the Tank Hangar later for the briefing and barbecue?” Everybody nods, excited now. “Alright. Denise.”

Denise smiles. “Let’s get going!”

-

-

The two of you arrive at your office, and there you find a Naval Studies Agriculture girl already knocking at your door. “Come in.” She steps inside, chewing on some corn as she leaves a letter on your desk. “What’s this?”

“Acquisition form for the parts we need to fix up the old Combine,” she says. Oh, right. You take out your pen and get to reviewing it. “Anything else you need, ma’am?”

“No, you’re dismissed,” you say. She nods, stepping out of the Office.

Denise smiles as she sits at her secretary desk. “Wow.” You look up at her as you work. “How do you do that?”

You blink. “Do what?”

“Be so official!” You squint a little. Um. Official? “Like- you- you do that thing where people just do whatever you want because you’re so cool and- um… I’m losing my train of thought actually. How do you do it?”

> “My Mom and Dad taught me well.”
> “I grew up faster than most.”
> “I don’t do official. I am official.”
> Other

>>47629021
> “I don’t do official. I am official.”

>>47629021
> “I grew up faster than most.”

Especially physically.

And we're back at LGA2 quest! This edition: Geopolitics

>>47629021
>> “I grew up faster than most.”

>>47629021
> “I don’t do official. I am official.”

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>>47629021
> “I don’t do official. I am official.”

>>47629021
> “I grew up faster than most.”

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>>47629334

>>47629334
rosehip a fat

Daily reminder that Anchovy is probably one of the best commanders in the show and she wears a wig.

>>47629021
>I grew up faster than most

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>>47629429
IT'S NATURAL YOU FOOL!

> “I grew up faster than most.”

You shrug. “I just grew up faster than the other kids.”

Denise’s eyes quickly flick towards your chest. “I can tell.”

You sigh, leaning back in your seat as you sign off the approval letter then place it neatly on your desk for later filing. “Anyway, yeah. I mean, growing up where I grew up, you kind of have to grow up fast or you end up a delinquent spending her days taxi dancing for money.” You fold your arms. “Sometimes I wish I could be you for like a few minutes, Denise.”

“Aw, really?” Denise blushes a bit, smiling at that. “You’re a doll!”

She seems to have ignored that you said “for a few minutes”.

There’s a new email from Block Officer Hatteberg suddenly.

> Fireworks being delivered to GSAG (General Studies Academy Grounds) for July 4th Celebration. Please send shift to oversee or personally oversee it yourself. Do not care either way.

Oooh, now that’s official.

> Go oversee the transportation yourself.
> Send an Officer and her shift to look after it.
> Other

>>47629611
>> Go oversee the transportation yourself.
ooh Fireworks

>>47629611
>>> Go oversee the transportation yourself.
If this goes sky high I want to be there to witness it

>>47629611
> Go oversee the transportation yourself.

>>47629611
>> Send an Officer and her shift to look after it.

> Go oversee the transportation yourself.

-

-

You and Denise ride up on the Kettenkrad to find several trucks awaiting deployment in storage. One of the Naval Studies students raises her hand to flag you down. Denise pulls up next to her. “Name’s Ensign Barrie! It’s nice to see you’ve come to oversee things, Lieutenant!”

“I’m here to make sure nothing blows up,” you say. You step off the Kettenkrad. “How many fireworks doe we have here today?”

Barrie grins, looking at all of the trucks. “Oooh, I’d say somewhere in the neighborhood of… several tons.” TONS!? “Hey, we’re a big school, big schools need big fireworks! Gertrude Pool even commissioned a custom firework for LGA, it’s supposed to shape out a Fleur-de-lis in the sky, saving that for the finale.”

“And we’re assured this won’t blow up?” you ask.

“Oh, yeah!” She waves you off, smiling happily. “We’re not stupid!“ You look over to see a pair of Hall Monitors next to a car of their own. They shake their heads, disagreeing.

… Yeah

> Ride with Barrie in one of the trucks.
> Ride with Denise, just in case something explodes.
> Ride with the Hall Monitors

>>47630119
>> Ride with Denise, just in case something explodes.

>>47630119
> Ride with Denise, just in case something explodes.

>>47630119
>> Ride with Denise, just in case something explodes.

>>47630119
>> Ride with Barrie in one of the trucks.

>>47630119
>> Ride with Denise, just in case something explodes.

>>47630119
>> Ride with Denise, just in case something explodes.

btw, anyone know where to download Movie drama CDs?

>>47630371
Uhhh I had the link, one mo

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>>47630371
>>47630445
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/4mbyhpxy5hyl7/Girls_und_Panzer_Dramas

here ya go anon

>>47630462
Thank you anon!

>>47629334
How delicious.

The tea too I'm sure.

> Ride with Denise, just in case something explodes.

You ride well ahead of the trucks on the upper deck, directing them based on your hand signals. Just to further your safety, you’ve had the Kettenkrad mount a big orange light on the back, and you were also wearing a helmet and a high-visibility jacket. You don’t want to take any chances, not with young freshmen handling dangerous fireworks.

Denise looks back. “I think you’re overreacting!”

“As if!” you say back.

The truck travels straight from the storage bays to the GSAG, but along the way, traffic was being an apparent nightmare. You wonder how traffic can even be that way on an Academyship. Ugh… You’re stopped up at an intersection where a bunch of Hall Monitors were busy talking to people in their cars. You call one over. “What’s the hold up?”

One of them says, “Fecking traffic light is out, yeah? We’re trying to divert traffic in an orderly manner.”

“Oh great,” says Denise. “You do realize we’re packing fireworks, right?”

The Hall Monitor folds her arms. “Just because you have dangerous explosives doesn’t mean you’re any special. Wait your turn.”

> Wait until the traffic dies down.
> “Forget it, I’ll direct traffic myself.”
> Other

>>47630609
> “Forget it, I’ll direct traffic myself.”

>>47630609
> “Forget it, I’ll direct traffic myself.”

>>47630609
>> Wait until the traffic dies down.

>>47630609
>> “Forget it, I’ll direct traffic myself.”

Why does Denise comment on Elodie's chest when, if I recall, her own is equally bountiful?

>>47630609
>> Wait until the traffic dies down.
Fireworks won't explode unless something sets them off.

>>47630609
> Other
Go around.

>>47630784
if i'm driving a ferrari i'll still say your porsche looks dank

>>47630784
Not quite equally, my good anon.

>>47630803
That's... actually, the best analogy I've seen in quite some time.

>>47630609
>Channel your inner Chi-ha-tan
#YOLO #holdmybeer

> “Forget it, I’ll direct traffic myself.”

“Oh forget it! Denise, you lead!” You step off and grab the whistle off the Hall Monitor. “I’m taking over.”

“Ah, well!” She indignantly folds her arms. “Go on, do my job! See if I care!” When you continue walking away, she blushes a little, then runs over you. “Ah, wait a fecking sec you manky git!”

The few Hall Monitors were busily, and slowly, trying to get traffic underway. You step out into the middle of the intersection with them, and tell them to buzz off. They mutter Irish slang under their breath as they let you attend to the busy intersection. Right, this is how it’s going to be done! You put your whistle between your lips, and raise your arms. With a loud FWEEP of the whistle, you point to one car and pull your arms back to direct them to move of their own will. They start moving on. You blow your whistle again, stopping a few cars from poking out into the intersection as well.

With a screeching tweet of the whistle, you continue directing traffic. The Etiquette Club’s Churchill rolls up onto the street. As a favor, you decide to let them move on. With their heads turned out, they salute you as they pass. Have a nice day.

Finally, your fireworks trucks are here. You direct them to move across the intersection as they please.

Once they’re all through, you sigh, wiping your forehead. You decide that’s that, and-

“Oi!” The three Hall Monitors glaring at you from the street corner stop you. “Is that it!?”

> “Yes.”
> “Well…” No, that’s not it. Keep directing traffic.
> “Well…” No, that’s not it. Keep directing traffic, but have fun with it.
> Other

>>47631103
>“Yes.”

>>47631103
> “Yes.”
We've got a job to do.

>>47631103
> “Well…” No, that’s not it. Keep directing traffic, but have fun with it.

>>47631103
>“Yes.”
"It's been fun."

>>47631103
>> “Well…” No, that’s not it. Keep directing traffic.

>>47631103
>> “Yes.”
It was fun, but I need to get these trucks to where they're going.

>>47631103
“Well…” No, that’s not it. Keep directing traffic

>>47631103
Yes but call up another officer.

> “Yes.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” you say. You return the whistle to the Hall Monitor you took it from. “Thanks.”

She blinks. “N-… No problem.” She blushes a little, twiddling her finger.

“Aw, little O’Keefe has a crush on!” says one of the Hall Monitors.

“You go and die you fecking mongrel, I swear to Christ!” yells O’Keefe!”

You roll your eyes, deciding to walk away. The three Irish Hall Monitors all yell at each other all the way as you walk away.

-

-

Denise smiles at you as you approach the GSAG. “Where did you get moves like those?” Moves? “You were wiggling your hips, dancing around, moving them cars around! It was like that one episode of the Simpsons where the one Cop was doing that and it was really funny! But you were really sexy- I mean-“ You fold your arms. Denise coughs. “You looked good.”

“… right, how are the Fireworks?” you ask.

Ensign Barrie walks over. “Without a hitch! We got ‘em all together!” She snaps her fingers. “Thanks for making sure we got through alright.”

“It’s my duty,” you declare.

Your Officer’s Pad pings.

> DUE TO THE JULY 4th HOLIDAY, NAVAL STUDIES STUDENTS ARE ALLOWED TO LEAVE WORK EARLY WITH THE PERMISSION OF THEIR SUPERIOR OFFICERS.

Your Officer’s Pad pings again.

> You can go. – Block Officer Hatteberg.

Oh. You check your watch. It’s about lunch time actually.

> Go get lunch, you’re done for today.
> Make sure the Fireworks are set up properly, might as well.
> Other

>>47631690
> Make sure the Fireworks are set up properly, might as well.

>>47631690
> Make sure the Fireworks are set up properly, might as well.

>>47631690
>> Make sure the Fireworks are set up properly, might as well.

>>47631690
>> Make sure the Fireworks are set up properly, might as well.

I was thinking that we should get some Italian 'Bean Chariots' for spotting shenanigans. If the Romans used them 1935 years ago, it shoild be fine for us!

>>47631690
> Make sure the Fireworks are set up properly, might as well.
O'Keefe has a crush on us?

>>47631849
I would prefer fixing our 70 tons of what.

>>47631887
She was enticed by your dance moves that you didn't know you had in traffic direction.

>>47631690
> Go get lunch, you’re done for today.

>>47631944
>someone filmed all that
>it goes viral

>>47632016
nude paintings round 2 elodie boogaloo

> Make sure the Fireworks are set up properly, might as well.

In a relatively secluded area within the GSAG, in the shadow of the big buildings, all the Naval Studies girls were busy setting up the fireworks. Barrie held a clipboard, listing off the important bits like timing, which was which, where each would go, where each was pointed, the works. You were helping direct Barrie’s Shift in planting down the fireworks along with Denise. “Right there!” says Barrie.

You wipe some sweat off your forehead. Whooo. Tiring work. All these rocket were pointed up at the sky, in neon colors and wrapped up in paper. It was is a relatively dry summer now that you think about it. Rescue hopefully is on standby. “That good?” you ask.

“Yep!” Ensign Barrie bows to you. “Thanks, Lieutenant! It’s always nice to have an Officer work with us. I’m a firm believer in leading from the front don’t you know!”

You smile a little. “That’s a healthy philosophy to live by.”

“Yeppers!” She snaps her fingers. “Other than that, we should be good to go.”

“Hey, Elodie!” You look over to see Griselda, wearing a green t-shirt and some cargo shorts. She waves hello at you. You nod to Barrie, dismissing her. “Am I interrupting?”

“Nah, I actually should be gone early for the 4th Holiday,” you say. “How you been, Griselda?”

“Busy all week trying to get the money and the crews together,” she says. “But, NATO just sent me the maps. Which means we can start planning. Want to head to the HQ, plan it out with me?”

> “Sure.”
> “Nah, this seems like something for the entire team.”
> Other

>>47632186
> “Sure.”

>>47632186
>“Sure.”

>>47632186
> “Nah, this seems like something for the entire team.”

>>47632186
> “Sure.”

>>47632186
>> “Sure.”

>>47632186
>>> “Sure.”
Grab the churchill girl too

what was her name again?

>>47632282
>3p
How daring!

>>47632186
>Sure
>Iris coming too? She is an officer after all.

>>47632186
>>Sure
>>Iris coming too? She is an officer after all.

>>47632186
> “Sure.”

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> “Sure.”

You nod. “Denise!” She looks over, hurrying over to you. “We’re going. Come on.”

Griselda smiles. “I’ll take you in my truck. Iris is already on her way.”

-

-

You told Denise to wait outside while your top secret strategy meeting occurred in total secrecy. Around the map table was you, Griselda, and Iris as well. Iris took a sip from her cup of tea, then poured some for you and Griselda. “Thank you, lovely,” says Griselda. She folds out the map to show you all. “Here’s the map. The blue circle is our starting point, red is Washington.”

Iris nods. “First thing that I see is that there isn’t a lot of cover.”

“Yeah, it’s all very flat, very few hills, and unfortunately, the Ohio state is having one of its driest periods yet which means for tanks there’s going to be a lot of dust,” says Griselda.

“What do you think?”

“Center of the map there’s a quarry, sunken in some… few dozen meters, but that’s the most cover I think we will find anywhere,” says Griselda. “And around here and there are a few copses of trees which will block sight. My thinking is that we try and play this defensively and Washington come to us.”

“Swarm us with their superior numbers?” asks Iris.

“Their tanks aren’t very well-armed or armored, save for their Walking Stukas,” she says. “Other than that, if we can force them into attacking us where we’re strong, we can definitely come out on top in the elimination fight.” She looks over at you. “What do you think?”

> “Agreed.”
> “Here’s what I’d do…” (Formulate plan.)
> Other

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holy shit

this is flat as fuck

>america

not even once

any ideas lads?

>>47632599
But they will think that and will use their Rocket Propelled Tanks to attack before rushing in.

Use the smoke and dust from a couple of tanks to attract them to make it seem like we're coming in together like Rommel did in North Africa as bait.

Then use the few hills or our faster tanks to hit their flanks while their mounting the assault.

>>47632599
> “Agreed.”

>>47632734
Nop!

>>47632734
I have thinking of it over and over.
There is no option except CHARGE

but well, seems >>47632763
pretty good too.

>>47632599
>"Here's what I'd do..."
Have two fast tanks make a lot of smoke into and inside the quarrel, then bail out. Whoever comes looking gets shot.
Then a second group will kill the arty. Both groups then link up and then it's S&D.

>>47632599
>>47632763
Also not to mention make a big enough dust cloud so they can use up their rockets early. Or use smoke rounds.

It's like with the boys and their planes, if their making a cloud this big, they must be hiding something.

>>47632599
> “Agreed.”

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>>47632798
>>47632763
The only cover here is the buildings in Port Williamstown, so maybe it'd be best to have our heavy/slow tanks fortify that, whilst the quick tanks try to herd the enemy towards them?

>>47632599

>Other

The rockets will take us apart if we go for the quarry. I say we hold Port William with lines of fire looking down the highway

>>47632810
Or we can deploy smoke rounds and prepare fake tanks turrets or silhouettes

to make it seem like we're digging in.

.

>>47632828
Aha! We've got a river running down the middle

maybe retreat across the bridge then destroy it if we have to pull back?

What's the projected rosters for the match?

> M24 Chaffee x 1 (ELITE)
> M24 Chaffee x 10
> M5A1 Stuart x 20
> M8 Scott x 15
> M18 Hellcat x 20
> Panzer II Ausf. L x 10
> Panzer I Ausf. F x 5
> SOMUA S35 x 7
> Hotchkiss H35 x 10
>Panzerkampfwagen 35H(f) mit 28/32 cm Wurfrahmen x 10
> AMC 35 x 10
>BT-5 x 5
>BT-7 x5

Even without the rocket propelled tanks, we might have to worry about the Scott's Howitzers.

Then again iirc, it was meant for close infantry support.

>>47632985

I honestly think they'll take more Chaffees and Hellcats

True but they'll probably only use maybe 10 at the most and if that's the case, we can apply the Square formation if they do.

Between the Churchill, the Pershing, and the IS-2m their, 76mm and 75mm won't be able to penetrate frontally.

if anything with the rather slow moving french artillery they'll be stuck using the highway to get around and will be grouped together to perform the barrage.

Maybe we can use the Panzer III as a scout?

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they've basically got three angles of attack on the town if we decide to fortify it

>>47633209
I say if anything we use it as a feint us smoke rounds to attract them.

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>>47633209
How about this?

We fortify Port William with our heavy, slow tanks.

We leave a scout in the northern forest to watch for flanks coming that way

We deploy our cruiser forces to the small forest where they can watch for southern movement

Then we play the waiting game

>>47633115
Maybe but if their going to use their artillery tanks, they'll need a escort of tanks to protect them,

Either the H35 tanks to serve as a distraction, the more heavily armored Somua, Stuart, and Scott tanks..

They'll still have to get quite close with their artillery tanks, plus they start like 13km away from us

>>47633351
i think i can get behind this. IIRC the IS-2m was a fortress breaker so it has a ridiculous range. if the Spotter can give accurate coordinates, couldn't the iS-2m be able to lob HE shells at the enemy? Because what's holding the rockets up is a wooden frame.

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>>47633351
purple circles are roughly a kilometer around each point

>>47633421
not really, they don't need to be accurate when using rockets they just need a lot of them lobbed at a general direction and considering one of these things carries 4 rockets, and they have 10. That's enough to pepper a small area.

> “Here’s what I’d do…”

“They’ve got three avenues for attack, from the north, to the south, and from the east going west. Now, I think the quarry is actually going to be relatively pointless. If they bring their rockets, we’ll be smoked out. We should instead fortify Port William. IS-2, Pershing, and the Churchill will remain there. We have fast tanks to the south. And we’ll have a fast scout to the north covering the area. That way, if they attempt to come from either of those angles, we’ll have them found out.”

“A sound plan,” says Iris.

Griselda nods. “Good thinking. Iris, how long do you think you could hold that town?”

“Until the end of the match,” she says with a smug smile.

“Good.” Griselda folds her arms. “There’ll be room for adjustment to the plan tomorrow I think.” She checks her watch, blinking. “I better get some stuff ready for the barbecue. You two stay here, I’ll be right back.” Griselda quickly runs out of the room, leaving you with Iris.

Iris looks over at you. “She tries very hard, I’m sure of it.”

“Oh?” You lean on the table, looking at Iris.

She smiles warmly. “I really enjoy Griselda as our Captain. She tries so very hard for us. Does so much for the team. It’s a shame she doesn’t have the same level of acclaim as her sister.”

You shrug. “I wouldn’t know how that feels like.”

“I can only imagine,” she says. She shrugs at that. “But I am lecturing you too much. Are you doing alright, Elodie?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>47633485
Well if we can get rid of their arty, we can then perform a square and pick them off one by one.

>>47633506
>> Boast

>>47633506
>> Polite

>>47633488
What's the range on that, though?

Most of our tanks should be resistant to shell bursts in their immediate vicinity

>>47633506
>Polite

>>47633506
>> Polite

>>47633506
>Polite

>>47633506
>Lewd

>>47633506
> Neutral
Its been quite a week for Ellie when you get down to it. You have the hard work at the soon to be racetrack, the stress of dealing with having to make some major calls, the whole thing about her kinda having no hobbies and getting some smack for it, and that one woman whos name I can't remember harping on us and making us lose our cool. And I'm sure she's tired of looking like a 6 year olds art project after practice.

On the other hand we had fun fishing, the work is rewarding, and we do have quite a bit of respect from people. Also we're actually looking forward to the party tonight!

>>47633561
the rockets have a range of 2,200 yards.

and they have 40 of them.

Not to mention they can use incendiary oil to burn the tanks since German mention how dry battle field is.

>>47633506
> Polite

> Polite

“I am doing fine, very fine. Thank you for asking though, Iris. It’s been a busy week but we’ve got it covered I think.” You twiddle with your fingers a bit, smiling at her. “You know, I didn’t think an Etiquette Club would be a match for Tankery. How did Griselda recruit you?”

Iris smiles a bit. “Oh, we were classmates our freshman year. I allowed Griselda to copy off my tests.” Oh. Well. “I normally wouldn’t, but Griselda is so kind otherwise, but apparently she’s having trouble academically. I can’t imagine why she’s not taking Summer School this year.”

“Yeah, that is strange I guess,” you say. “So you joined up because you owed her something?”

“No, I just wanted to help her out,” she says. “It is the form of a proper lady to help those who cannot help themselves. I daresay, Griselda needs all the help she can get.”

“Yeah.” You sigh a bit.

And with that, Griselda comes back into the room. “I’m firing up the ovens and the grills. You girls want to help me get the crabs and the lobsters going?”

C-… crabs and lobsters?

> YES
> “N-… no, I have to go and get my crew first.”
> “N-… no, I have to help Denise bring our stuff here first.”
> Other

>>47633828
>> Other
PANIC
D-DD-DO YOU HAVE TO PAY?!

>>47633828
> “N-… no, I have to help Denise bring our stuff here first.”
Maybe...maybe Gris-Gris can save some? She's a good girl, right?

>>47633828
This: >>47633871

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>>47633828
>YES
Crab racing is the best.

>>47633828
> “N-… no, I have to go and get my crew first.”

>>47633828
> “N-… no, I have to go and get my crew first.”

>>47633828
> “N-… no, I have to go and get my crew first.”

> “N-… no, I have to go and get my crew first.”

“N-… no.” You fight yourself, grabbing your arm tightly. “I gotta get my crew together first. If that’s okay with you.”

“Oh?” Griselda tilts her head. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Iris nods. “Off with you then. We’ll save you something.” Please, PLEASE. Oh god… You hurry out of the room.

-

-

Winona raises her hand, now wearing a tanktop with a visible yellow bikini underneath with black short shorts and her familiar black thigh highs. “Hey, hey, hey!” Behind her is Ingrid and Josephina. Ingrid is wearing a dark blue Mets jersey with shorts and thigh highs as well, while Josephina simply wears her uniform. “I’ve put Cuddles in the care of Abigail, and we are ready to party!”

You’ve met them at the GSAG. “Hey,” you say. You look around. “Where’s Stack?”

“She said she was fixing a surprise for the barbecue,” says Ingrid. “Lord knows what it is.”

“She said to go on without her,” says Josephina. She squints at you. “Is that drool?”

Huh? You quickly wipe your mouth. FUCK. You were drooling over crab and lobsters?

Winona tilts her head, smugly rubbing the top of her head against your arm. “Who’s the lucky guy…?” SHE THINKS YOU’RE IN LOVE!?

> “It’s just the barbecue food.”
> “His name is crab, plus his brother, lobster.”
> “Shut up.”
> Other

>>47634352
> “His name is crab, plus his brother, lobster.”
Do, uh...do girls often drool while thinking of their crushes?

>>47634352
>> “His name is crab, plus his brother, lobster.”

>>47634352
> “His name is crab, plus his brother, lobster.”

>>47634352
> “It’s just the barbecue food.”

>>47634352
>> “His name is crab, plus his brother, lobster.”
start writing now schteel this one is going to win

>>47634352
> “His name is crab, plus his brother, lobster.”

>>47634352
> “His name is crab, plus his brother, lobster.”

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>>47634352
>"You."

> “His name is crab, plus his brother, lobster.”

“His name is crab, plus his brother, lobster.”

Winona frowns deeply. “Aww, you’re teasing me! You’re in love with food!?”

You place your hand on Winona’s shoulder. “Winona. When I was six. My Dad managed to scrounge enough money to put together a fine dinner to impress his boss at the Factory. And the food that Mom made was crabs and lobsters. We had together my family, the Boss’s family, and while we were all crowded in that really small apartment, it was the best dinner I ever had. And those crab sticks and lobster?” You suck in some drill, almost melting in place. “Oh my God, if I ever meet a boy or a girl who could cook those every day, I’d marry them on the spot.”

Winona smiles.

You shake your head, frowning at her.

“Alright, fine!” Winona holds up her arms. “Come on, let’s head to the barbecue!”

Ingrid blinks. “Oh yeah, wasn’t Oleg supposed to fix Josephina’s seat?”

“Right!” Winona smiles happily. “Let’s go check that first!”

Josephina nervously waves her hands around. “N- now now, let’s not get too hasty. I don’t want to waste time.”

> “Josephina’s right, let’s just have some fun, forget the seat.”
> “Nah, let’s check it, we do have the match tomorrow.”
> Other

>>47634352
>"Her name is Denise, plus you, Winona."

>>47634627
>Other
Where is Denise? She is practically family.

>>47634627
> “Josephina’s right, let’s just have some fun, forget the seat.”

>>47634627
>“Josephina’s right, let’s just have some fun, forget the seat.”
Also look for Denise, she should be here.

>>47634627
> “Josephina’s right, let’s just have some fun, forget the seat.”
We're supposed to relax today.

>>47634627
> “Josephina’s right, let’s just have some fun, forget the seat.”
Much as we might want to. Its our 4th of July. And we should let everyone have their fun.

>>47634627
>> “Josephina’s right, let’s just have some fun, forget the seat.”
Means we get to arrive when everyone's loosened up at the beebeekyoo too

>>47634654
this too
but i think she's with us

>>47634627
> “Josephina’s right, let’s just have some fun, forget the seat.”

I guess Josefina's head is going to suffer bruises for the match tomorrow.

>>47634929
yolo
maybe we can get it done after the party

> “Josephina’s right, let’s just have some fun, forget the seat.”

“I have to agree with Josephina. This is a night to have fun and do things with each other.” Winona smugly leans her face at that. “I mean- fun things! Look, it’s going to be a good night, we’ll sleep like the dead come the match tomorrow. Okay?” Everyone nods at that. “Good, good. Let’s get going then.” Everyone follows over to the Tankery HQ.

-

-

Already, the Polish girls have arrived, grilling their sausages on grills they’ve brought and mounted on the back of the Pershings. The training grounds have become a picnic ground, with picnic blankets, baskets, benches, tables, and chairs laid out for everybody to enjoy. They speak to each other in their native Polish, happily exchanging mirth and laughter. Meanwhile, just arriving onto the grounds now were the Historians, bringing along a huge helping of what appear to be Chinese fireworks. “Haha! Giap is useful for something other than making pho!” yells Suvorov.

“I like making pho though,” says Giap dejectedly.

“And what pho you make!” yells Patton, cheering Giap up immediately. “Let’s have some fun!” They all cheer, dismounting their tank and hurrying to set up the fireworks.

Coming in now as well was the Automotive fan club, bringing with them a large variety of cakes and desserts. “Ooooh!” Winona and Ingrid were quick to look over their shoulders. Car and tank themed cakes!

Griselda meanwhile was busy spreading-

…

Crab! And Lobster too!

She blinks, then yelps a little when she notices you’re hovering near her shoulder. “Oh, Ellie! Whoa, you scared me!” She smiles. “Did you want some?”

> TAKE IT ALL
> “I’ll have a little.”
> “No, no, I’ll save my stomach for when everyone arrives.”
> Other

>>47634991
> TAKE IT ALL
Ellie hungers

>>47634991
>“I’ll have a little.”
Careful is our watchword!

>>47634991
>> “I’ll have a little.”
Enjoy the taste. Savor it.

>>47634991
>> “I’ll have a little.”

>>47634991
> “I’ll have a little.”

>>47634991
> “I’ll have a lottle. Little. Give me.”

>>47634991

> “I’ll have a little.”

START WRITING

>>47634991
> “I’ll have a little.”

> “I’ll have a little.”

“I’ll just have a little, hehe!” You quickly take some crab fingers, some lobster rolls, a couple of crab cakes, some of that deviled crab too, ooooh, oyster sauce, can’t forget that, oooh, she also has shrimp, nice! And prawns, you’ll take some of those! Ooooh, can’t forget the butter! Hehe! Yes!

Griselda smiles at you. “That’s a lot, Ellie.” You blink, you look at your plate. Oh, yeah, it’s-… overflowing with food. You look at her, then avert your eyes a bit. Ugh… “It’s no worries, there’s plenty for everyone!”

“I’m- I’m good.” You quickly skulk back to the table reserved for you and your crew. Already the historians are beginning to light firecrackers even though the sun is barely setting. Suvorov has pulled out antique musket, and fires a blank off into the sky, scaring them. They all burst into laughter at that.

And at that, Naval Studies Rescue arrives. “We at Naval Studies Rescue bring the drinks!” They pull up in a DUKW, and dispense a wide variety of sodas and juices for everybody to drink.

Whatever. All that matters to you now is the crab! You split open one of the fingers, then suckle on the meat inside.

Oooooohhh, you’re in heaven! You put your hand on your cheek, feeling the warm blood rush up into it. Mmmm! Crab! Ooohhh! This is delectable!

Winona leans over, reaching for some of your crab. You slap her hand, glaring at her. “Ow!”

“Get your own!” you snap. She huffs, pouting sadly at you. “There’s plenty for everyone!”

[1/2]

>>47635334
[2/2]


However, coming in now was Stack, arriving in an M6 High Speed Tractor with Denise. She pulls up onto the field. With that, that means everyone is here. Griselda’s crew, your crew, the Etiquette Club, Naval Studies Rescue, the Historians, the Automotive Fan Club, and the Poles. A full set! Stack dismounts with Denise. “Sorry we’re late, but we brought!” Denise pulls the tarp off the side, revealing moist cooking pigs. “Pigs!”

Griselda walks over. “Um. There are four fully grown pigs. One of those could feed all of us tonight.”

Stack looks at her. “… Pigs!” yells Stack. The entire team cheers on and immediately get to ripping skin and meat off of them spinning poles they hang off of.

Hm, hm, so simple minded.

> Talk to a crew (Which?)
> Talk with Griselda
> Hang out with your crew
> Other

>>47635351
> Other
Mingle with everyone, see where the night takes us. We did say this was a night to have fun after all.

>>47635351
>Talk with Griselda
Didn't Iris and her girls give Gris a complete makeover?

>>47635351
>> Talk to a crew (Which?)
Hang with the automotive fan club.

How are they doing, feeling excited for their first match tomorrow?

>>47635351
Talk to the Navy resuce and ask what are they going to do with the funding for their plane?

>>47635351
>>47635391
Supporting!

>>47635351
>> Other
Point to your boobs, "Pigs!"

And just nod sagely.

>>47635391
>>47635351

supporting

>>47635351
> Talk with Griselda

> Talk to a crew (Automotive Fan Club)

“Hey there!” You introduce yourself to the four members of the Automotive Fan Club that’ll be driving around the M18 Hellcat. “How are you guys doing? Taking your new jobs well?”

“Well…” Dalia Earnhardt folds her arms. “Other than the boys launching paint at us, it’s actually pretty fun! We got ourselves a pretty fast tank! We might be able to soup it up into something a bit more, us.”

“Yeah,” says France. “Me and the girls here are real petrolheads if you’re wondering. Maybe after the match we can get looking into the rulebooks, see what kind of engine mods are allowed and what aren’t.”

You suckle on some more heavenly lobster. “Mhm. Excited for the match?”

“More nervous,” says France. She bites down on some cake, looking at the tanks parked out. “We just don’t want to mess up as all.”

“Right,” you say. “Don’t worry, we all make mistakes our first time out. And it’s not like a loss is the end of the world. Just try and have fun with it, alright?” They both smile at you happily. “So, what does your club do?”

“We collect classic cars,” she says. “Restore any that need restoring. We had a C-300 we were working on restoring. V8 5.4 Liter, that’s a lot of bite I reckon. We can show you around them if you want later.”

“That’d be nice,” you say. You know your Dad is really into Top Gear, cool cars and what not.

Suddenly, you hear the rumbling of planes in the distance. Oh no… You all look to the sky to see a single Lockheed Hudson. “Everyone, get down!” yells Griselda. You all immediately duck under tables and chairs, hugging the dirt. It’s a Hudson from the KDH Boys Skycraft team! AAAHHH!

It immediately drops a bomb down on the party.

[1/2]

>>47635846
[2/2]

Which promptly lands down in the field next to it. You all come out of cover to see what it is. The bomb is a huge capsule actually, which opens up to reveal its contents.

… It’s a letter? Griselda pulls it open and reads it aloud. “Dear LGA Tankery. Thank you for letting us use you guys as target practice.” Everyone groans at that, not really liking that deal. “We know it sucks being target practice, which is why we have decided to pool some of our money together and buy you something coming up via glider now…?”

You look up to the sky to see a trio of Lockheed Hudsons, escorted by a pair of P-40 Warhawks coming in. The Hudsons are towing a massive Me 321 Glider. They snap their cables, and let it float gently down and land down onto the field. What an entrance! The doors open, revealing Jeep Jockey and Jack Cochran as crew chiefs. A few of the pilots as well hurry out and start wheeling out what exactly they bought.

Griselda gasps. “They bought us a Panzer IV!”

And not just any Panzer IV rolling out of the plane, but a Panzer IV Ausf. H, complete with sideskirts and even an AA MG42 on the cupola. Jack and Jeep Jockey tow it over via flatbed over to the surprised crowd of girls such as yourself. Jack leans out of his cab seat down to Griselda. “Consider this a thanks for letting us shoot at y’all!”

“Wow! I-“ Griselda blinks. “You’re still gonna use as target practice, aren’t you.”

“Yes. But my dad taught me the best way to a woman’s heart is through her tanks.” He points back, smiling. “Enjoy it. It’s yours.”

> “Don’t think we forgive you for this.”
> “Thanks!”
> “Wanna come eat with us then?”
> Other

>>47635869
>> “Thanks!”
>> “Wanna come eat with us then?”

>Its a TANK

Ok, we can get used to this arrangement.

>>47635869
>“Thanks!”
Well isn't that neighborly of them!

>>47635869
>> “Thanks!”
>> “Wanna come eat with us then?”

>>47635869
> “Thanks!”
> “Wanna come eat with us then?”

>>47635869
>But my dad taught me the best way to a woman's heart is through her tanks.
its official
JackXGrisGris OTP

>>47635869
>“Thanks!”
Prep that PzIV for conversion into something with a lot of dakka.

>>47635869
>> “Thanks!”
>> “Wanna come eat with us then?”

>>47635869
> “Wanna come eat with us then?”

>>47635869
> “Thanks!”

>>47635869
>> “Thanks!”
>> “Wanna come eat with us then?”
I also want to add some sort of joke about getting tired of being painted/joking that we'll take them down one day, but I think I'm content with just letting it be for today.

>>47635869
>“Wanna come eat with us then?”

We have pigs! Many pigs!

>>47635951
the grisgris is elodies

>>47635951
How many tanks have we given her?

>>47635953
>Prep that PzIV for conversion into something with a lot of dakka.
It's already the best German tank of the war, you're getting into Unlimited fuckery there.

> “Thanks!”
> “Wanna come eat with us then?”

“Thanks!” You smile happily at them. For a couple of no-good rotten boys, they’re alright. “Maybe you’d like to come and eat with us?”

“Yeah,” says Griselda. “As a show of thanks for the tank?”

Jack Cochran gives a thumbs up. “Don’t mind if we do!” He pulls up a radio transceiver. “Alright, boys, she gave the word! Fill your hands, you sons of bitches! YEEEEEHAW!” He drops out of the tank and runs for the food. All the other boys on the truck, in the Me-321, and even a few arriving in Jeeps and Trucks start coming down into the party for the food. They all cheer and holler triumphantly as they raid the food table for their fill.

…

Scratch that, they’re still no-good and rotten.

-

-

Despite that, there was still enough food to go around between KDH and LGA, which meant the boys stuck around. They helped light off amazing dazzling fireworks, entertained some girls with stories of daring aviation feats, and much, much more. The party was alive in the dark as the boys set to starting a bonfire.

“Hm?” You, your crew, Griselda’s crew, were sat around Jack and one of his co-pilots. “Oh, I mean, this wasn’t our idea truth be told.”

“Whose was it then?” you ask.

He points to a very awkward looking guy amongst the crowd of dancing boys and girls. “Jeep Jockey. He felt sorry about forcing you guys into the deal for the engine so he went around gathering up money for the tank. You’d be surprised how cheap Tigers come actually.”

“That’s not a Tiger,” says Griselda. “That’s a Panzer IV.”

“… it’s not a Tiger?” he says.

“No,” says Stack.

Jack squints a bit. “I think I’ve been had.”

> “You should go and thank him, Griselda.”
> “Let’s call him over.”
> “I’ll go thank him for us.”
> Other

>>47636214
>“I’ll go thank him for us.”
No need to embarrass him in front of everybody.

>>47636214
>> “I’ll go thank him for us.”

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>>47636214
> “I’ll go thank him for us.”

and invite him over to sit with us

>>47636214
> “I’ll go thank him for us.”

>>47636214
>> “I’ll go thank him for us.”
>> Other
"Still, a Pazer IV is a GREAT tank. The ace commander of oorai uses it, after all."

>>47636214
> “I’ll go thank him for us.”

>>47636214
>> “I’ll go thank him for us.”

>>47635951
not to be stored on dick

>>47636214
>Send the gris gris

> “I’ll go thank him for us.”


You walk on over to Jeep Jockey, who awkwardly eats a bit of medium rare pork while watching the Historians, Poles, and several of the boys fire off a few bottle rockets. “Whoooo!” yells Serafina. It explodes brilliantly in a shower of red and white.

You tap his shoulder, making him flinch. “Oh! Oh, it’s you.”

“Yeah, it’s me,” you say. “Jack just told us the tank was your idea.”

“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Hope you enjoy the Tiger.”

“… it’s a Panzer IV,” you declare. He blinks, coughing, embarrassed a little. “Look, it’s a good tank regardless. Thank you.”

“Ah, well, I mean- I wouldn’t want you guys to suffer too hard in the tournament after all the target practice we put you through. And will put you through.” That’s a given. “Got a crew for it though?”

“Not yet, but Griselda will find one soon I think,” you say.

“That’s good, that’s good,” he says.

The two of you stand around, awkwardly. “Um… wanna sit with us? Eat?” you ask.

“Oh, no, no, I’m- uh… I’m mingling.” Really. Iris walks by, cup of tea and plate in hand. “Hey, how you doing?” Iris nods to him politely, then continues walking. “See?”

“You sure?” you ask.

“Yeah, I mean, I’m not much of a party person,” he says quickly. “You enjoy yourself though.”

Hm, you will.

> Play around with your crew.
> Light some fireworks with the Historians and the Boys
> Listen to Jack and Griselda shoot the breeze on tanks and planes.
> Eat ALL the seafood.
> Other

>>47636575
>Play around with your crew.

>>47636575
>> Light some fireworks with the Historians and the Boys

Are there M80s?

>>47636575
>> Eat ALL the seafood.
CRAB AND LOBSTERS

>>47636575
> Play around with your crew.
I'm sure they're harmless and won't be putting us in any awkward situations...noooooope.

>>47636575
>> Play around with your crew.

>>47636575
> Light some fireworks with the Historians and the Boys

>>47636575
> Play around with your crew.

>>47636575
>Play around with your crew

>>47636575
>> Eat ALL the seafood.

> Play around with your crew.

The five of you finish your foodstuffs and pick up some fireworks the boys brought. “These here are Roman candles,” says the boy who introduced himself as Tony Speranza. “You light them, they fire off stars and stuff.” He pulls out a Zippo lighter and lights one for you. It immediately shoots out a heaping of sparks and stars. “Careful!” It shoots on over the area where the boys had parked some lights and brought out the bats and baseballs to play a bit of a Home run derby. The smack of the bat against a baseball was joining the fireworks and cheer.

“Whoa! Neato!” yells Stack. She points it at the sky, and it fires off a shooting star. She immediately points it at Winona’s feet. “Ha!” It fires off a star at Winona.

“Ah!” Winona jumps up. “You little midget!” Winona lights hers, then fires off a star at Stack. Stack laughs as she runs away, shooting more stars into the sky. “Come back here!”

Ingrid folds her arms. “Those idiots are gonna get hurt. And when they do, I’m not going to help them.” Josephina smiles happily, simply squatting down and letting a sparkler light up her night.

“Hey, don’t hurt each other!” you yell at Stack and Winona. Too late, they’re ignoring you in favor of shooting roman candles at each other like something out of a Harry Potter movie.

Ugh, that does look fun though.

> Pick up a Roman Candle and LET THEM HAVE IT
> Stand next to Ingrid and GET SOME CONVERSATION IN
> Sit next to Josephina and LIGHT A SPARKLER
> Other

>>47636893
> Pick up a Roman Candle and LET THEM HAVE IT
ANNIHILATE!

>>47636893
>> Pick up a Roman Candle and LET THEM HAVE IT

>>47636893
>> Sit next to Josephina and LIGHT A SPARKLER

>>47636893
> Sit next to Josephina and LIGHT A SPARKLER

>>47636893
>Pick up a Roman Candle and LET THEM HAVE IT
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWzGBQrjr_Y

>>47636893
>Sit next to Josephina and LIGHT A SPARKLER

>>47636893
>Tony Speranza
Waaaaiiiiit a second.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1. Lewd things with Winona and Stack.
2. Non lewd things with the purest Josephina.

>>47637270
Poor anons they'll have to find a different outlet for Ellie to get stuck in a lewd in. I'm sure it'll happen eventually.

>>47637270
>Non lewd things
Sacre bleu!

>>47637270
>purest Josephina
I don't believe you. She's clearly hiding some lewdness.

>>47637345
This. It's always the ones you least expect.

Her love for the tank is literal.

> Sit next to Josephina and LIGHT A SPARKLER

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yaetvTj5DE

You smile, squatting down next to Josephina and lighting a sparkler for yourself as well. Ingrid sits down too, simply fine with watching the fireworks. Winona and Stack run across the Home Run Derby. And behind them, Jeep Jockey wallops a baseball well into the night. “Whooo! See you later!” He motions for the pitcher to feed him another one. And this one he belts again into the night.

You watch your Sparkler crackle and pop as it lights yours and Josephina’s smiling faces. “I’ve never been part of a 4th of July Celebration,” she says.

“Well, it is July 3rd, so you’re not part of one officially yet,” says Ingrid.

“Let Josephina have her day,” you declare.

Winona is smacked on the chest by a star. “Ow! That actually hurt!” She zaps another star at Stack, who laughs, hiding behind a log for cover.

Josephina happily smiles. “This is nice!” She swishes her Sparkler around a bit.

“Oh, Josephina!” Ingrid reaches into her pocket and pulls out her smartphone. “Write out your initials.” Josephina nods, then quickly swishes J and D in the air. And at that moment, Ingrid snaps a picture. The three of you look to see a sparkling JD above Josephina.

“Wow!” Josephina gasps. “That looks amazing.”

Ingrid smirks. “I’ll send it to you.”

You snap your finger. “Let’s take one of those selfies together!” Ingrid nods. The three of you lean back and get yourselves into one picture. “Smile!”

She snaps the picture with the five of you. The three of you in the front, and in the back Winona and Stack zapping each other with Roman Candles.

-

-

>>47637415
[2/2]

All of you were dead tired getting onto the plane for Ohio. You were full of seafood, you had tired yourself out from playing around. Winona and Stack had to be carried aboard by you and Josephina. But you made it, you made it. You sit down on your first class seating, sighing as Winona slumbers peacefully next to you.

Ugh… so sleepy.

Griselda walks over. “Get some sleep, Ellie.” She tousles your hair a bit. Too tired to fight back. Damn it. She gently leans over, then kisses your forehead. NOT TIRED ENOUGH TO BLUSH AAAAHHHHH. “Good night.” AAAAAAHHHHH

And with that, your 3rd of July came to a close.

Tomorrow, the 4th of July would come, with all the fireworks and explosions.

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>>47637433
That's it for tonight and this weekend of LGA2. Hope you all enjoyed. Next weekend should be a full weekend, depending on how I feel. We'll see.

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See you next time.

>>47637448
Thanks for running.

>>47637448
Good thread Schteel. Really comfy. Thanks for running.

>>47637448
See you next time.

>>47637448
Thanks for the fun, Boss.

A nice relaxing thread. I will look back to today when the rockets are falling all around us.

>>47637448
Thanks for running schteel.

Whos in the lead, Jack or Elodie

>>47637448
Thanks for running GS, hype for next week's match.

>>47637448
So what are the chances of Gris-Gris getting a crew for the PZIV tomorrow.

Hmmm, is the MG42 AA-Mount any good?

Also what upgrades did our teammates get? especially Iris?

>>47637960
1. Low

2. It's basically just an MG-42 on a ring mount on the cupola, like any other AA Machine gun.

3. I'll specify that in the next thread.

>>47637448
Thanks for running.

>>47638013
How effective is it against armor? Is it comparable to the .50 cal?

>>47638689
7.92 vs .50, figure it out.