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>>48526223

Victorious, on the other, looked to be a constant nervous wreck, like she had the constant feeling that she wasn't supposed to be here. You could also notice her sweating rather profusely, even though the weather wasn't particularly that hot. However, despite that, she seemed to get along well with Anna, both of them being carriers, and all.

Meanwhile, you weren't all that much of a tea person. The shit was way too bitter for your taste, which was why you ended up just pouring sugar liberally into your cup, much to the poorly disguised disgust of all of the present British ships.

The scones were fucking excellent, though.

"So, Hoel." Exeter gives that typical glowing smile of hers. "How do you like the Falklands? I understand it's quite the far cry from the Pacific."

>Fucking COLD AS HELL. How do you Brits stand this?
>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.
>It's pretty nice here, actually.
>Other

>>48526232
>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

Live, from /tg/, it's FRIDAY NIGHT
This week, Boatships gets more cool features in 0.5.9 and Boatgirls gets summer event teasers and a pasta plane

>>48526232
>>Other
Bully Victorious into our harem!

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>>48526232
>>Fucking COLD AS HELL. How do you Brits stand this?

Time for the best day of the week.

>>48526232
>>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

>>48526232
>>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

>>48526232
>Fucking COLD AS HELL. How do you Brits stand this?

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>>48526232
>"How do you like the Falklands?

HELLO, ROOM SERVICE? THIS ROOM STILL SMELLS LIKE ARGIES! CAN YOU SEND UP SOME BLACK TEA AND A FAN?

>>48526414
New kant-o-celle thread never

>>48526232
>>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

>>48526232
>>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

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>>48526439

B-B-RITTANIA WILL RISE AGAIN, YOU ASSBLASTED ARGIE FUCK!

>>48526504
Brexit bitch.

>>48526504
Call again when QE is on sea trials

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>>48526586
>>48526612

D-D-AMN DEGENERATES!

Do you think we'll ever be able to drink hard liquor, considering our shipgirl anatomy?

>>48526712
We'll roll a 1 if we do.

>>48526708
>degenerates
Few folks I know who speak such words

映画でも探せ、紅茶のパックは自分で持参してるだろ、バカがマネするなって事だ

>>48526712
Well, it'd certainly be interesting to see how civilian life would be if they aren't able to age (if they're able to be fully integrated, that is).

You'd get eternal children, teenagers, and women running around.

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>>48526800
>Find also in the movie, tea of the pack you would have to bring your own, but that I Do not fool to imitate

>>48526744
Let's try it out. Hoel can just burn it for fuel right?

>>48526916
>Eternally young women

I'm pretty sure that some men like the idea of having a woman staying eternally young. It would sorta be weird for their families, and the kids, but I think it'll be fine in the end.

>>48526919
So, not the worst of nights but definitely not one to repeat then?

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>>48526954
>sorta be weird for their families

>Jeez Joey, why is your great-great-great-grandma so hot?

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>>48526232
"Eh, well, I kinda got used to the cold when we were deployed in Norfolk." You shrug just as a bitingly chilly breeze blows past, eating into your exposed parts of your hull. "So it doesn't bother me that much."

"Oh, that's right, you were there with Constitution." Exeter nods in recognition.

"We saw the whole thing on the telly!" Achilles bounces up and down in her chair. "That was so cool, the stuff you did! Takin' out those terrorists like that!"

"The most we deal with on the human side is the occasional Argie patrol that harasses our supply convoys." Ajax chuckles.

"Still, makes me wish we can do the same with Victory." Exeter sighs. "The poor girl hasn't been seaworthy for quite a while."

Huh, you vaguely remembered that name. She was like the Brit's version of Constitution or something.

And suddenly your radar throbs. Ships were coming. Lots of them.

Oh shit, was it the others...?

>THE YANKS ARE COMING, THE YANKS ARE COMING
>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY
>Other

>>48527069
>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>48527069
>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>48527069
>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>48527069
>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>48527069
>THE YANKS ARE COMING, THE YANKS ARE COMING

>>48527069
>THE YANKS ARE COMING, THE YANKS ARE COMING

>>48527038
>They just call shipgirls "G.....GMILFS"

>>48527069
>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>48527069
>>THE YANKS ARE COMING, THE YANKS ARE COMING

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>>48526954
>inb4 shipgirl family trees start looking like this

>>48527069
>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

This quest needs more pale girls.

Mulberry and Woel for life yo

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>>48527305

>>48527305
>>48527379
Ya know, you'd think that after the 2nd or 3rd generation, somebody would think something was up.

Fuck, that's some Hapsburg level shit right there.

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>>48527038
>>48526954

>"AH! My cute little sister is actually a WW2 Destroyer and my AUNT!!!"

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>>48527492
>Implying destroyers can give birth

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REMINDER HOEL IS BEAUTIFUL

>>48527069
>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>48527492
Sounds like the making of a B-list Family SitCom.

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>>48527069
You lean back your chair, content to just let things play out. Who knows, maybe the Fletchers would actually behave them-

"GERONIMOOOOO!" Daly screams as she tackle hugs Anna, knocking the poor communications ship out of her seat.

"Ah!" Anna yelps.

"BOARDERS!" Achilles and Ajax yelp, instinctively leaping to their feet to defend their tea table just as Wren and Kidd leap into the fray. The light cruisers successfully block or divert their their attempts to tackle hug Victorious and Exeter. You note that Exeter has calmly and casually slid back a relatively safe distance away from the table, sipping her tea cup without a care in the world.

Meanwhile, Victorious yelps and practically falls out of her seat in fright, making Achilles and Ajax's attempts in defending her pointless.

"AHOY, MATEYS!" Kidd bellows as she draws her sword on Ajax, Pepe chirping happily on her hat. "HAND OVER YE BOOTY AND YOUR PRETTY LASSES AND NOBODY GETS HURT!"

"SOD OFF, YA CUNT!" Achilles bellows back.

"Sorry, they're just really excited to see new faces..." Luce groans as she walks up to you.

"Hoel, can you pleeeease rein them in?" Portland sighs as she jogs up, out of breath.

At this point, Achilles had drawn a long spear and Ajax a short sword. Daly was still wrapped around Anna while Victorious looked to about to faint on the spot.

Exeter meanwhile maintained that cool British stoicism her kind were supposedly so well known for.

>Might as well help out.
>Nah, it looks like they're all having fun.
>Other

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>>48527546
>Navy has to detain people trying to get into the pants of a certain supposedly "Adult" Shipgirl.

>>48527663
>>Nah, it looks like they're all having fun.

>>48527663
>KIDD, GIVE THEM NO QUARTER!

>>48527663
>>Might as well help out.
Gotta be the responsible one

>>48527663
>>Nah, it looks like they're all having fun.

>>48526223
Kill jester

>>48527663
>Might as well help out.

>>48527663
>Might as well help out.

>>48527663
>>Might as well help out.

>>48527663
>>Might as well help out.

>>48527718
Kiss the feet of hermes.

>>48527546
have you seen Johnson in this quest? She's built like an Takao class CA

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>>48527663
"Fine, fine." You sigh as you finally get up to your feet. You suppose you got your fun out of this. "Luce, you get Wren and Sweet Pea, you get the pirate. I'll handle Daly."

"All right." Portland nods as she stomps up behind Kidd. The pirate destroyer doesn't even notice her approach, but Pepe does as he chirps useless.

"Shut it, Pepe! I'm about to skewer a British sea dog!" Kidd gloats as she waves her cutlass around. "Now come at me ya stinkin'- AGGGH!"

"That's enough out of you." Portland grunts as she quite literally pulls Kidd away by the collar.

"TRAITORS! ALL OF YOU!" Kidd screams and thrashes helplessly. "YER ALL GONNA WALK PLANK! PEPE! GET 'EM!"

Pepe merely flies away and settles on your head instead.

"TRAAAAIIITOOOOR!" Kidd screams.

Meanwhile, Luce is barely able to pull Wren away, hooking her arms under the other destroyer's armpits.

Achilles and Ajax make a move to lunge forward, but a slight cough from Exeter causes them to freeze. Looks like she had them pretty well trained.

You pry Daly off of Anna with a tickle attack to her sides. It was a weakness of most destroyers, considering your thin hulls. Daly giggles uncontrollably as she loses control of her limbs and practically slides off Anna.

"Anna, are you okay?" You ask as you hold a hand down to her.

(cont)

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>>48528096
"Yeah, I guess." Anna pouts, like she's jealous of something, though you're not sure why.

"Oh my, you've got quite the active little group there." Exeter finally speaks up, setting her tea cup down. "Though I thought there would be more of you."

"Oh, well, we're just the advance party." Portland says as she casually hauls Kidd over her shoulder to secure her. "The others are helping unload supplies at the dock. They'll catch up shortly."

"Excellent! It's a good thing I brought extra tea then." Exeter nods with contentment.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Portland narrows her eyes as she glares at Victorious, who's just now gotten back to her feet. "You look familiar..."

"W-what?" Victorious starts sweating cannon shells. "I d-don't know what you're talking about!"

"Wait, now I see it!" Portland snaps her finger. "You're Robin, aren't you?"

Victorious goes white like a sheet.

Wait a minute...

>Wait, you know her, Sweet Pea?
>Holy shit, ROBIN?!
>Other

>>48528110
>>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

>>48528110
>>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

>>48528110
>Wait, you know her, Sweet Pea?

>>48528110
>>Wait, you know her, Sweet Pea?

>>48528110
>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

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>>48528020
Takao-class is kind of pushing it, probably more of a Pringles

>>48528110
>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

>>48528110
>>Wait, you know her, Sweet Pea?

>>48528110
>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

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>>48528177
Still wouldn't be surprised if people mistake her as a young 20-something year old.

>>48528110
>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

>>48528110
>>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

I don't get it

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>>48528110
"Holy shit, ROBIN!?" You blink several times. Now that you see it... she WAS familiar!

"Y-yes." Victorious squeaked.

"I HAD NO FUCKING CLUE YOU WERE A BRIT." You bound over and give Victorious a big bear hug like the old comrade she was. "Holy shit! That's just... wow! I was wondering where the fuck you went!"

"I was barely in the USN for a year..." Victorious bites her lip.

"Nonsense!" You slap her on the back. " You did good there, Vicky!"

"V-vicky?!" Victorious' sweating intensifies.

"Yeah! We're all buds, aren't we?" You glance over to Portland.

"The others are going to be so surprised." Portland grins.

"Vicky..." Exeter repeats the nickname, as if trying out a new exotic food. "That's quite the catchy nickname!"

"Not you too, Exeter!" Vicky groans.

"Sorry, but the Yanks do have the occasional good idea!" Exeter chuckles.

"Boooooooring." Daly groans. "Can we do something other than-"

Without missing a beat Portland picks up the dropped rugby ball and tosses it into the field.

"FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL!" The Fletchers shriek as they dash after it like puppies.

"Good one, Sweet Pea." You grin as you nudge Portland appreciatively.

"Honestly, I should have done that sooner." Portland shakes her head then looks around. "Where's Dorsetshire? She's not with you?"

"Huh, guess she didn't come back yet." You shrug.

"Odd. She's normally very prompt." Exeter refills her teacup. "Perhaps someone should fetch her?"

>You might as well go check.
>Somebody's gotta keep the Fletchers busy.
>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.
>Other

>>48528378
>>Somebody's gotta keep the Fletchers busy.

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>>48528350
Google USS Robin.

>>48528378
>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.

>>48528378
>>You might as well go check.

>>48528378
>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.

>>48528378
>>Somebody's gotta keep the Fletchers busy.
tease/play with anna, she obviously wants to be tickled

>>48528378
>Somebody's gotta keep the Fletchers busy.

>>48528378
>You might as well go check.

>>48528350
Victorious was loaned to the US after Enterprise got damaged at the Battle of the Santa Cruz Islands and Saratoga was the only carrier we had in the Pacific. Her callsign was "Robin", and she went back once the first Essexes came off the assembly lines.

>>48528378
>>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.

>>48528378
>>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.

>>48528432
Thanks!

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>>48528378
"I'll go see what's keeping the others." You grin as you jog past Portland and pat her on the shoulder. "You keep on eye on the Fletchers, will ya?"

"Of course." Portland groans.

"H-hey, wait for me!" Anna jogs after you.

"I suppose I can send Achilles and Ajax to fetch Dorsetshire." Exeter shrugs.

"See ya later, Hoel!" The Fletchers bid you farewell in unison as they take turns tossing the rugby ball around to each other. "Why don't you in with us later?"

"I'll think about it!" You grin. "C'mon, Anna!"

The two of you have a vague idea of how to get back to the dock. Really, all you had to do was follow the traffic and head toward the coast. There, you could see the US Navy fleet holding position offshore, with the freighters they were escorting docking directly in the harbor. There, you could see your sisters and the rest of the task force help load a set of crates into the back of a waiting truck.

"Thanks a lot!" The truck driver nods appreciatively as he drives away.

"Heh, trying to run up some community service?" You grin at your sisters.

"Ah, well, we just figured we do our part!" Johnston laughs as she flexes her arms. "Plus we can show off some of that shipgirl strength of ours!"

"Definitely showing something off." Heerman sighs as she breaks her accusing gaze from Johnston's chest.

"Is it true they have a carrier here?" Morgan asks, obviously eager to meet more of her own class.

"They do!" You grin. "It's fucking Robin!"

"WHAT?!" Morgan and your sisters' jaws drop.

"Yeah! She was fuckin' Brit the whole time!" You shrug.

"You didn't know?" San Diego frowns. "I thought it was obvious."

"It never crossed my mind." Morgan admits. "She was using American planes..."

(cont)

>>48528861
>Morgan
<<Yo Buddy>>

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>>48528861
"My god! That must mean there's more secret Brits in the Navy!" Johnston gasps.

"Idiot." Heerman rolls her eyes. "America used to be British colony, remember?"

"HOLY SHIT THAT MEANS WE'RE ALL SECRET BRITS?" Johnston gasps again.

"Sometimes I can't tell if you're seriously this dense." Heerman sighs.

"Are there any other ships?" Haida tugs at your sleeve, obviously eager to meet more ships from the Commonwealth.

"Yeah!" Anna chimes in. "Like Exeter, Achilles, and Ajax! Exeter's so nice and kind!"

"R-really." Haida nods. "T-that's nice."

>Feeling a little homesick?
>C'mon, lets go meet them!
>Other

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>>48528872
I guess it has to happen at least once a thread.

>>48528875
>C'mon, lets go meet them!

>>48528875
>>Feeling a little homesick?

>>48528875
>Feeling a little homesick?

>>48528875
>C'mon, lets go meet them!

>>48528875
>>Feeling a little homesick?

>>48528875
>Feeling a little homesick?

>>48528887
It happens like twice every thread. Probably.

>>48528875
>>Feeling a little homesick?

>>48528875
>>Feeling a little homesick?

>>48528875
>Feeling a little homesick?

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>>48528875
"Feeling a little homesick?" You ask as you ruffle Haida's hair.

"O-of course not!" Haida pouts at the childish form of affection. "It's just... I really miss Ontario, you know?"

"Oh, I see that's how it is." You grin. "Well, I'm sure you'll like Exeter then, ain't that right, Anna?"

"O-oh, yeah! She's really nice"! Anna nods in agreement. "I think you'll like her!"

"Hm, if you say so." Haida sighs. "It's just... we're practically at Antarctica. This is... this is probably the farthest away from home we've ever been..."

>Don't worry, I kinda feel the same way.
>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!
>Other

>>48529178
>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

>>48529178
>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

>>48529178
>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

>>48529178
>>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

Well, with a lot less Maple Syrup, and Maple Trees, and more stoic rather than friendly shipgirls.

>>48529178
>>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

>>48529178
>>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

>>48529232
It also gets cold enough to play winter sports and games like Hockey, Curling, and Ice Skating!

>>48529327
>>48529327
>Ice Skating
Can ship girls even skate on ice with their rigs in the first place, or would they just break it?

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>>48529178
>>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

We should check to see if one of her British big sisters is here.

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>>48529178
"Well, you have nothing to worry!" You hug Haida close with one arm. "You're practically on your own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home! Except for well... the lack of maple syrup, and the shipgirls here are more stoic than friendly... but at least it's cold, right?"

"You were going strong at the start there." Haida giggles as her expression lightens up. "But, well, I've been tagging along with you all this long already. It'll take more than a little homesickness to make me turn back!"

"That's the spirit!" You grin.

However, you turn your head curiously, with the feeling you were missing something. There was Johnston and Heerman and White Plains, who were all busy harassing poor Anna for more intel on the British ships. San Diego was leisurely walking along with a calm smile, her eyes gazing at the cloudy yet azure sky.

And then it hit you. Where the hell did San Fran go?

>Ah, she's probably fine by herself.
>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE.
>Other

>>48529476
>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE.

>>48529476
>>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE.

>>48529476
>>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE.

>>48529476
>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE.

>>48529476
>>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE.

Mandatory fun times inbound!

>>48529476
>>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE.

>>48529476
>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE.
Don't let her drink all the rum on the island.

>>48529476
>>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE.

>>48529476
>Time to bring her to SOCIALIZE

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>>48529476
"Hey, where's San Fran?" You ask, looking around for the annoying elusive cruiser.

"She wanted to be alone, as always." San Diego shrugs and sighs. "Of course, the Captain practically kicked her off the Tarawa, so I suppose she's off sulking in some little cove or raiding the base's alcohol stores."

"Huh, well, I guess I'll go find her, then." You suggest.

"Good luck with that." San Diego shakes her head again. You know that she and San Fran had kind of made up their differences, but you still weren't sure if they'd ever actually consider each other friends.

Man, you wonder what Atlanta sees in her if she was willing to forgive her over what happened at Guadalcanal so easily.

Decideing that you didn't really have time to comb the whole damn island, you instead fire up your radar. There's some brief interference as you suddenly get hit by the pulses from the base's own radars, but you manage to push through it, sorting through all of the various blips on the island until you settle on one lone contact that matches San Fran's size and dimensions. Looked like she was set up on the coast, facing south.

"Anna, you show 'em where the others are!" You instruct your friend. "I'm gonna bring San Fran over for some MANDATORY FUN."

"Okay!" Anna chimes as she takes the lead. Something she rarely has the chance to do. "Follow me, everybody!"

You split off and jog your way over to San Fran's little hiding spot, passing by more British troops and personnel. Finally, you reach the area, where you see San Fran lying back on a folding chair, her feet propped up on a cooler and a bottle of chilled scotch in her hand as she gazes at the distant Stormwall to the south, the roiling clouds and thunderstorms creating an odd yet alluring sight on the horizon.

"I figured you'd come along here." San Fran grumbles without even turning. "The answer is no. I'm not a people person."

>Pleeeeaaaaaase?
>I guess I'll just have to make ya come!
>What would Atlanta think?
>Other

>>48529885
>Pleeeeaaaaaase?

>>48529885
>>Other
Grope.

>>48529885
>>Pleeeeaaaaaase?

>>48529885
>Pleeeeaaaaaase?
Time to break out the destroyer eyes.

>>48529885
>>Pleeeeaaaaaase?

Destroyer charm GO!

>>48529885
>Pleeeeaaaaaase?

>>48529885
>>Pleeeeaaaaaase?

>>48529909
Go for the gold!

>>48529885
>Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>48529909
Rolling

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>>48529885
"C'mon, San Fran! PLEEEEEEAAAAASE?" You beg with your best destroyer eyes and puppy face.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>48530183

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>>48529885
>>Pleeeeaaaaaase?

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>48530183
CUUUUTE

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>48530183

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>48530183

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>>48530183
LUCKY+CUTENESS WILL PULL THROUGH

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>>48530183
San Fran makes a valiant effort, she really does. However, no amount of willpower could refuse a Fletcher destroyer girl. You could see the corners of her mouth twitch and a few beads of sweat roll down her forehead before she finally caves.

"OKAY! FINE! FUCK!" San Fran groans as she downs the remnants of her bottle of scotch and then tosses the empty bottle off the cliff. "Quit making that fucking face. It's embarrassing."

"You mean totally fucking adorbs." You correct her.

"Whatever." San Fran rolls her eyes ans she lights up a cigarette. "Let's get this shit over with."

"All right! This way!" You happily march back to the field where the others were gathered. There, you could see the destroyers, plus Achilles and Ajax, playing ball. You couldn't tell if it was football, rugby, or some unholy combination of the two, the girls were all certainly getting into it.

Meanwhile, the larger ships were sitting around the table, which had somehow gotten larger in your absence, all enjoying the tea and talking among themselves. Hell, even Dorsetshire and the Captain were there, too!

"You better no be thinking what I think you're thinking." San Fran grumbles with the most acidic tone she can manage.

>Tea time.
>FOOTBAWL
>Other

>>48530466
>Tea time.

>>48530466
>>Tea time.
Maybe have some tea instead of hard liquor flowing through you.

>>48530466
>>Tea time.

>>48530466
>FOOTBAWL

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>>48530466
>Tea time.

>>48530466
>Tea time.

>>48530466
>>Tea time.

>>48530466
>FOOTBAWL

>>48530466
>FOOTBAWL

>>48530466
>Tea time.

>>48530466
>FOOTBAWL

>>48530466
>>Tea time.

Hey Merc, just out of curiosity, are any of the Japanese Girls going to show up?

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A reminder that Japan isn't the only US ally in teh Pacific with its own Shipgirl Fleet.

>>48530807
Probably in a Woel interlude

>>48530807
Better question: When is Tarin going to show up? It's not a Merc quest without her appearing somehow.

>>48530913
>Tarin is a submarine who has been following us the entire time.

>>48530913
she is abyssal, woel waifu soon

>>48530466
>FOOTBAWL

>>48530913
For once I could care less about Tarin, I just want Hoppo to show up

>>48530950
Hoppo could show up, but the first thing she'll do is telling us to go away.

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>>48530466
"Come on, let's have some tea like PROPER LADIES!" You say as you drag San Fran along.

"N-no, I don't think that necess-"

"Oh! San Francisco, nice of you to join us." The Captain nods, causing the rest of the girls to turn to face the two of you.

"Fuck." San Fran mutters under her breath, now unable to break away from the engagement.

"C'mon! Make some friends!" You whisper as you nudge San Fran more. "Remember, PROPER LADY. Gotta stick your pinky out and everything!"

"I hate you sooooooo much." San Fran hisses as she puts up a forced smile and sits down at the table. "Hi everybody...!"

"Excellent timing." The Captain nods. "I was just about to brief everybody."

>Get down to business.
>More small talk!
>Other

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>>48530980
>>48530950
Better question, if we somehow manage to capture Hoppo, should we hand her over to Vahlen?

>>48530994
>>Get down to business.

>>48530994
>>Get down to business.

>>48530994
>>More small talk!

"Is there a man you have your eyes on, San Fran?"

>>48530994
>Get down to business.

>>48530994
>>Get down to business.

>>48530994
>Get down to business.

>>48530994
>More small talk!

>>48530997
yes
result, chibi Hopoel.

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>>48530994
"Well, let's get to business, then." You say as you sit down and start dumping sugar into your fresh teacup, much to the dismay of the gathered British ships again. "What's up?"

San Fran, glad that she doesn't have to do any actual talking yet, sits down next to you and reluctantly accepts a cup of tea. She takes an experimental sip, winces as if she had drank a cup of acid, and secretly takes out a flask and pours a little alcohol in it. Some habits just never died.

"As you all know, we're here to ensure that the Ford rounds the southern tip of South America safely." The Captain explains. "To do this, we've temporarily bolstered the Falklands garrison to try and suppress Abyssal activity. Dorsetshire, you're the senior British shipgirl in this area. What do you suggest?"

"Well..." Dorsetshire sips her tea calmly, legs cross like the proper English lady she was. "Judging from the relative strengths of our own forces and that of the Abyssals, I can only see three possible courses of action. One, we play hit and run attacks. We send out small, mobile squadrons of ships to chip away at Abyssal patrols and convoys and force them to spread themselves thin. Second, we focus all our defenses on the Ford's transit route. Hopefully the Abyssals won't push so far north. Those are the safe strategies, but they also give the Abyssals the initiative."

"And the ones that don't?" The Captain raises a curious eyebrow.

"We hit their forward staging base." Dorsetshire says grimly. "If we succeed in either of these plans, we not only protect the Ford, but we can potentially decisively shift the strategic balance in this region."

"I think I know what 'forward base' you have in mind, and it's certainly a gamble." The Captain frowns.

>I kinda like the hit and run plan.
>I kinda like the absolute defense plan.
>I kinda like the ATTACK plan.
>Other

>>48531404
>I kinda like the hit and run plan.

>>48531404
>"forward base?"

>>48531404
>>I kinda like the ATTACK plan.

>>48531404
>>I kinda like the ATTACK plan.

>>48531404
>I kinda like the ATTACK plan.

>>48531404
>I kinda like the ATTACK plan.

>>48531404
>>I kinda like the ATTACK plan.

>>48531404
>I kinda like the ATTACK plan.
If intelligence reports are decent, and there is a good storm to mask the approach.

Also, rum goes well with tea:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gunfire_(drink)

>>48531532
>Also, rum goes well with tea:
It may have been an army invention, but some of the Brit shipgirls may be secretly drinking it. After all, rum was to British sailors what ice cream was to US sailors.

>>48531404
>>I kinda like the ATTACK plan.
PLOT ARMOR PROTECTS US

>>48531404
>I kinda like the ATTACK plan.

>>48531677
BAD ROLLS KILL US

>>48531816
No, they just kill anons who want to play it safe.

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>>48531404
>Sorry for the delay, guys!

"I kinda like the ATTACK plan." You grin. "So what are we gonna do?"

"I have a feeling Dorsteshire wants us to attack the Atlas oil platform." The Captain grunts.

"Correct." The British cruiser nods. "That oil platform has long been a stronghold and staging point for the Abyssals. And a source of raw oil for them as well. Destroying it would certainly cripple their war effort in the region."

"An ambitious plan." The Captain nods. "But I think I can call down some more reinforcements to assist us. How about that Abyssal specimen you recovered?"

"Oh, the Wa-class?" Dorsetshire sips her tea. "Qyburn is currently examining it, but we don't have the facilities to properly contain or study it, so we'll most likely have to destroy it, which would be a shame considering its unique nature."

"Shame." The Captain frowns. "We have plenty such facilities back at the United States."

Wait, but that meant Vahlen would get her hands on it...

>I suppose...
>OH HELL NO
>Other

>>48531909
>OH HELL NO
Vahlen war crimes trial arc when?

>>48531909
>>Other
Mouth shut eyes down

>>48531909
>>OH HELL NO

>>48531909
>>OH HELL NO

>>48531816
EVERYONE ELSE YEAH BUT NOT MC

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>>48531909
Ah well, looks like it's a bit late, so we'll continue things next week! Don't forget Infinite Stars on Saturday!

>>48531909
>OH HELL NO

>>48531909
>Other
Why not send Qyburn as well to make sure Vahlen doesn't fuck up some more shit?

>>48531909
>>OH HELL NO

>>48531969
See you next time, Merc!

>>48531969
Thanks for running Merc.

>>48531969
Is that Admiral Watabe?

>>48531969
I recognize not-Jill, not-exhibitionist fem-TTK and not-Inazuma. Who are the rest?