>>625320
> “Fine. But I'm working from home.”

>>625320
>> “Fine. But I'm working from home.”
We DID get two sick days. Might as well use it (somewhat, Ellie'd go mad with no work)

>>625320
> “Alright, fine.” Lay back and think of working.
The answer is lewds!

>>625320
> “Alright, fine.” Lay back and think of working.
We've been given the sick day. May as well take it in.

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>>625320
>“Fine. But I'm working from home.”

>>625320
>> “Fine. But I'm working from home.”

> “Fine. But I'm working from home.”

“Alright, fine.” You fold your arms, pouting furiously. “But I'm going to work from home.”

Winona pinches your cheek. “Aw, such a little workaholic!” You slap her hand away. “I'll be right back!” She stands up and walks away. Josephina, Ingrid, and Stack thankfully weren't here to baby you like Winona will. But they will be home early to make sure that you're okay. Goodness sake, it's just a fever! You're not dying of mumps!

Hell, you HAD mumps, mumps was much worse than this!

Griselda smiles at you. “Don't take it so hard, Ellie. Sometimes you just get a little sick as all.”

“I'm not sick.” You pull out your officer's pad. “I'm just temporarily incapacitated.”

“Is that what they call it these days?” she says with a smirk. You roll your eyes. “I gotta go meet with a sponsor today. Can you make sure to take care of yourself and Winona?” You nod. “Okay, great. Winona will be around. Iris and Serafina have also said they'll take care of you. And Naval Studies Rescue will be back early from their shift as well they told me.”

Oh fuck, not Naval Studies Rescue.

With that, Griselda gives you a hug, then says goodbye and walks away. You lean against your tank, muttering to yourself about not being sick and everyone else being pussies. It's just a runny nose, a slight headache, and the feeling of being hot and cold at the same time. Ugh! You pull out the keyboard attachment to your Officer's Pad and attach it, then start on work.

> Work Jobs For Elodie R. Zumwalt (Sick Leave)
> None

…

You quickly text the Captain.

> Captain, am ready to work from home.

…

> Zumwalt, Griselda told me you're sick. You don't need work.

…

FUCK

> “Please send me work.”
> “Okay.”
> Other

>>625419
> “Okay.”
Well, we tried.

>>625419
>> “Please send me work.”
Zumzum need to WORK WORK WORK

>>625419
>please send me work

Gotta make that chedda

>>625419
> “Please send me work.”

>>625419
>“Please send me work.”

My life is without purpose otherwise

>>625419
>> “Please send me work.”

>>625419
>> “Please send me work.”

> Please send me work.

> As your Captain, I would seriously advise against working under the stress of sickness.

> Please.

> Fine.

She uploads a logistics processing job for you to do. Finally, there we go. The job is to sort out all the logistics reports, endorse them with a tag number, then load them into their respective databases. Fine, alright, you can do that from your Officer's Pad.

You sigh, happily beginning to work. You barely feel sick at all. You don't know what anybody is talking about.

Iris kneels down next to you. “I heard you were sick.”

“You heard wrong,” you say quickly before you sneeze.

“Right.” Iris hands you some tea in a cup. You look at it. “That is green tea. Helps with sickness I feel.” You shrug, taking a sip of it. The burning sensation instantly melts into a nice sweet taste. That actually feels good now! You take another sip. “Do you need anything?”

“I'm fine,” you say.

Winona pops in, now wearing a rain poncho and the team's M1 Helmet for herself. “I'm off to the store, Ellie! I'm gonna grab some medicine for you then we'll be all set! Do you want anything while I'm there?”

Hm...

> “I'm fine.”
> “Can we have crab?”
> “Pick me out some ice cream.”
> Other

>>625539
> “I'm fine.”

>>625539
> “Pick me out some ice cream.”

>>625539
> “Can we have crab?”

>>625539
> “I'm fine.”
Let's not waste good food on us when we'll barely be able to taste it. Stick with tea and fruit.

>>625539
>“I'm fine.”
AND
>Get me Buckleys

>>625539
>> “I'm fine.”

>>625597
Oh yeah, maybe some ginger and lemon tea, too.

> “I'm fine.”

“I'm fine, Winona.”

She looks over at Iris. Iris says, “Some ginger tea and some fruit will you. And pick up the Buckley's brand of medicine would you kindly?” Winona nods, giving a thumbs up before sprinting out into the wild rain. Iris sits down next to you, taking a sip of her own tea. “She's very enthusiastic that girl.”

“It gets tiring after a while,” you say.

Iris has a small chortle. “You seem very strung up, Elodie.”

“I am not strung up,” you say as you hurriedly do your office work while you're in the middle of a fever and underneath a blanket.

“There, there.” Iris places her hand on your shoulder. “Calm yourself. We only wish to make sure you have a speedy recovery from this. I suppose while we're here, perhaps I'd like to get to know you.” You shrug, going back to work. “Tell me about yourself, Elodie.”

“I grew up in New Jersey and uh... I like to read and study,” you say. “And I like tanks.”

“Is that it?” asks Iris.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>625701
>> Polite

>>625701
>> Polite
There wasn't much else really.

>>625701
> Polite

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>>625701
> Polite

> More Iris time
You spoil us Schteel.

>>625701
>Polite
I think we can talk to Iris about our upbringing a little bit more openly. She's not exactly one to judge. Talk about Mom, Dad, growing up a bit more independent than most. Maybe we have some nice stories about our youth we can share.

Maybe even bring up that Mum was apparently a tanker, though we only just found out?

>>625701
>> Polite

>>625701
I agree with this Anon >>625735

>>625735
Supporting

> Polite

“Well, I guess. I mean, I grew up very poor, Iris.” Iris nods at that. “Er, growing up poor in Trenton wasn't the best experience in my opinion? It tends to really temper your attitude and make you a little fussy I suppose. You had to make sure things were clean so rats didn't get into your food, sometimes you had to visit the soup kitchens, and growing up in Middle School people made fun of me for uh...” You motion to your breasts. “These.”

“Right.” Iris nods gently. “I suppose I can't relate much to your upbringing but I sympathize deeply.”

“Where are you from?” you ask.

“Alabama,” she says.

… really?

“Let's not talk about it,” she says.

“Okay. Well. Other than that, um... my Dad works a few jobs, my Mom does as well. She actually used to do Tankery, that's how I got into it as a kid. I actually found out she used to be a really big deal in High School tankery but then she stopped.” You lean back against the roadwheel of your Cromwell. “Probably because of me.”

“Because of you?” She quirks her brow.

“My mom had me when she was 16,” you say bluntly. “I try not to tell people that. But...” You shrug. “Eh. Yeah.” You frown deeply.

Iris places a comforting hand on your shoulder again. “Do not blame yourself.”

“I know,” you say quietly. You sigh.

> Take a walk. Your legs could use a stretch.
> Talk with Iris some more.
> The Poles appear to be praying to the Marquis de La Fayette again, see what that's about.
> Other

>>625847
> The Poles appear to be praying to the Marquis de La Fayette again, see what that's about.

>>625847
>> Talk with Iris some more.

>>625847
>> The Poles appear to be praying to the Marquis de La Fayette again, see what that's about.

>>625847
> Talk with Iris some more.
Could always learn more about her, and talk about NATO stuff as well.

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>>625847
> Talk with Iris some more.
We should stay in bed, we're still sick after all. Let's ask her how she ended up in the Etiquette Club?

>>625847
>The Poles appear to be praying to the Marquis de La Fayette again, see what that's about.

Oh what the heretical fuck are they doing?

>>625847
>Talk with Iris some more.

>>625847
> Talk with Iris some more.

>>625847
>> Talk with Iris some more.

>>625847
>other
This is our chance.
A go for broke charge to seduce Iris, if rebuffed we can blame the fever.
TOTSUGEKI

>>625983
No.

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>>625983
Lewds, Elodie is not for them etc.

>>626004
I'll be back when we're about to routelock.
Teawife deserves a chance.

>>626004
I also just realised my ID literally says 'DAN'. Fuckin' neato.

>>626084
She's my favourite too anon, I literally put her in the pastebin as best girl. But Elodie just isn't the right character for waifuing her, or anyone really.

> Talk with Iris some more.

“So what exactly are...” You point to the Poles.

“They're praying to the Marquis,” says Iris. “Apparently they are now going to sacrifice their underwear to him in order for him to grant them invincibility in the next match.” You chortle. What!? “Is that funny?”

“A little, hehe...” You continue doing your work on the side. “Um, tell me, Iris. What made you found the Etiquette Club?”

“I believe that without good manners, we are nothing but savages,” she says. She takes a sip of her tea. “And one must know true and proper etiquette if they are to survive in the world of social interaction.”

“Right, and the whole Tankery stuff?”

She shrugs. “I suppose I am a natural.”

You smirk a bit at that. Natural your ass.

-

-

You spend a bit longer talking with Iris as you go through your work. It's now about lunch time, which means your entire crew and Naval Studies Rescue will be coming to get you. Oh boy. At this point however, you hear the sound of a jeep driving into the hangar. It's Jeep Jockey, driving in Jack, Winona, Ingrid, Stack, and Josephina. Winona waves her hand, grinning at you as she holds up a bag of items in her other hand. “I got the stuff!”

“Thanks, Winona,” you say. She places down a bowl for you, then pours out a wide variety of fruits. “... um, Winona.”

“Yes?” she smiles at you.

“Why did you buy a guava?” you ask as you hold up the guava.

“Oh, because the storeowner let me try one and they taste delicious. That one's actually mine.” She takes it from you, smiling. “But I brought you oranges! I'll slice them up for you so you can eat them!”

Josephina raises her hand as well. “I have bought the ingredients necessary to make you a nice pecan butter tart!”

Ingrid nods as well. “I'm going to help Josephina.” You tilt your head at her. “What? I didn't know what to buy for you.”

“As for me!” Stack thumps her chest. “I brought this!” She holds up an Adrian Beltre Texas Rangers jersey. “For you to be comfortable in!” You squint at Stack. “What? I like sleeping in sports jerseys, they're the most comfy thing to sleep in!”

“Well, thanks you guys,” you say. You look at Jeep Jockey and Jack. “And thanks you two for...” They look sick out of their mind. “Are you two okay?”

[1/2]

>>626116
[2/2]

Jeep Jockey sneezes into his hands, and out pours some snot dripping from his nostrils into his palms. “... not really,” he mutters. He splatters it onto the steering wheel, making everyone cringe and grimace in disgust. “Sorry,” he says in a gravelly voice.

Jack shivers a bit. “We're just happy we ain't alone in being sick out of our minds! Hey!” Jack nudges Jeep Jockey. “Maybe you and Ellie can share a blanket-” Jeep Jockey sneezes on Jack. “Hey! Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!” shouts Jeep Jockey. The two start wrestling with each other, but immediately tire each other out.

…

Jeep Jockey looks over. “Can we have some medicine?”

Iris stands up. “I'll get the thermometer.”

> Have Winona's orange slices first.
> Call for Josephina and Ingrid's butter tart.
> Wear Stack's baseball jersey.
> Other

>>626127
>Wear Stack's baseball jersey.
Jerseys ARE pretty damn comfy...

>>626127
>> Have Winona's orange slices first.

>>626127
> Have Winona's orange slices first.
We should get some food in us.

>>626127
Poles are definitely weird.

I think we should do all three, but for now I say the order is.

> Wear Stack's baseball jersey
> Have Winona's orange slices first.
> Call for Josephina and Ingrid's butter tart.

Butter tarts are great, but they take some time, so you have to let the girls work, the jersey and the oranges are really easy to deal with.

>>626144

Casting my lot in with this

>>626127
Anon >>626144 has a good plan

>>626097
This is true as much as I hate to admit it.
And it eliminates the /u/boat faggotry of last quest so it's not all bad.

>>626173
Yup, the only real romance I'd be alright with is Jockey after his redemption arc and he gets some confidence. Even then it should be a pretty vanilla teenager relationship, nothing crazy lewd or anything.

>>626189
And then Jockey has the stones to fly a real ace game cause he's got a dynamite gal.
Yeah alright.
I'm sold.

>>626127
Wear Stack's baseball jersey.

>>626201
Exactly. Make it happen Schteel.

On an unrelated note, what non-tankery sports do you headcanon into the GuP universe? Obviously we have Sky and Helicrafts, but do anons envision other similarly military-style sports existing too?

Personally I like the idea of a Reccecrafts sport with Amoured Cars, AT guns and infantry etc. that's super objective focussed and really niche (so all the teams are poor and neglected). Probably what pioneered the disintegrating shell technology NATO now uses while before they just used exclusively paint rounds.

We really are loved by our crew aren't we?

>>626127 going for >>626144 as well.

>>626244
Probably more advanced Infantry-based games complete with real guns and mortars and all that good stuff. Actual Nazis sold separately

Also, we have like half the season left to make El Queen of the Tank Harem with the jewels of it being GrisGris and Jeep Jockey

>>626189
>>626201
Jockey is fucking boring

Testing

> Wear Stack's baseball jersey
> Have Winona's orange slices first.
> Call for Josephina and Ingrid's butter tart.

You took a few minutes to settle into the baseball jersey. And like Stack said, It was actually pretty darn comfy to wear. It's such loose yet thick fabrics, it makes you feel all warm inside. “Glad you like it!” Stack gives a thumbs up, then slaps her bicep in victory.

Ingrid nods. “I'd love an Adrian Beltre Jersey too.”

“It's nice, Stack, thank you.” You look to see Winona slicing up the oranges for you. She does well for a rich girl you suppose. And as for Ingrid and Josephina, they go off to cook up the butter tart for you. Meanwhile as that happens, Iris takes the temperature of Jack and Jeep Jockey. “How are they doing, Iris?”

“Not well,” she says. “But, given some medicine and time, they'll be better. Winona, would you kindly throw me the medicine?” Winona nods, reaching into the bag and tossing the medicine to Iris. She catches it deftly, and takes up a spoon to feed the two boys.

“In hindsight,” says Jeep Jockey. “Maybe it wasn't a good idea to play around in mud.”

“Ah, you had fun!” says Jack. “We all did!”

“Yeah, I guess.” He rubs the back of his head.

Winona holds out an orange slice to you. “Here comes the airplane, choo choo!” What?

“Winona, I'm not a child,” you say. “And an airplane doesn't go choo-” She shoves the orange slice into your mouth. “Don't ever do that again,” you say in between bites and sucklings of the orange.

Winona smiles, gently pinching your cheek. “Heee! Adorable!” You roll your eyes. “Now, would you all give Elodie some space, she can't breathe with all you here!”

[1/2]

>>626341
[2/2]

Stack nods. “I'm going to go help Josephina and Ingrid in the kitchen!” She quickly runs off then. As for Iris and the boys, she helps them drive the jeep away so as they don't reinfect you with their germs.

“Hm, hm, hm.” Winona sits down next to you. “So how are you feeling?”

“Bit better, thanks, Winona.” You look over at her, frowning a bit. “You know, I feel kind of bad making you work like this. We don't even know each other all that well.”

“I don't need to know you to like you,” says Winona. “Ellie, you're a pretty good girl on the surface. And I can tell deep down.” She pokes you in the chest, smiling. “You're a good girl on the inside too.” That makes you blush a little. “Aw, you're blushing!” You slap her hand away, looking away. “Really, Ellie, you shouldn't be so... uh... what's the word, high strung? You need to relax!” She gasps. She wraps her arm around you. “You should take some vacation days with me, we can hit the pool!”

“That's nice,” you say. “But I really have work to do this week. This is my first week as a Lieutenant Commander and I really want to make a good impression.” It's really killing you now that you already missed two days.

“Aw, come on, a few days won't hurt!” says Winona.

> “Alright. Tomorrow for sure. But that's it.”
> “Nope.”
> “How about next week?”
> Other

>>626347
> “How about next week?”

>>626347
> “How about next week?”
You're killing me GS. Killing me.

>>626347
>> “How about next week?”

>>626347
> “How about next week?”
We can't just ditch half the work week Nona.

> “How about next week?”

“How about next week?” you ask. Winona pouts furiously. “Come on, Winona. I can't skip an entire work week. Even another day might reflect poorly on me. Next week for sure, okay?”

Winona sighs. “M'kay.” She prods your chest with her finger. “I'll hold you to that.” You smile at her, nodding. “Now eat your oranges!”

-

-

You start feeling well enough that you can stand now. And with the rest of the day slowly dying thanks to the rain, everything must go to lecturer now for Tankery practice. Miss McPherson stands in the back of the classroom with Oleg as the entire Tankery team listens to Griselda's lecture. “The key to being a proper Tankery team is teamwork and coordination! We have to work together as a team, or else we're beat. That doesn't just extend from tank to tank, but from crew to crew. Everyone understand? Good! Let's begin our lesson for today. The lesson is on silhouette recognition!” The first picture to come up on the slides is a black silhouette of which is obviously a Panther tank. “Any tell me which that is?”

Serafina raises her hand. “A Panther tank!”

“Correct.” Griselda throws a jolly rancher to Serafina, who happily sucks it into her mouth. “How can we tell it's a Panther? Sloped frontal armor, sloped turret, but the gun isn't as big as an 88 on a King Tiger either.”

Dalia raises her hand. “All due respect. But we've been doing Tankery for a while now. How come we still got to learn silhouette stuff?”

“It's fundamentals, Dalia,” Griselda says. “And fundamentals are key! Now, Commanders, it's time for you to learn something new today!”

> Learn a Tactical Maneuver (-10 CP)
> Learn a Co-op Manuever (-10 CP)
> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

>>626361
What's our current CP count, chief?

>>626363
50 CP.

>>626361
>> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

>>626361
> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost
As she said, fundamentals are key.

>>626361
>> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

>>626361
> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost
>Other-ish
Would there possibly be a way to shift some of those points to drill the new crews harder (Hopefully sans morale penalty)? We definitely need to be in tip-top shape to face Team Heavy Metal and we do have a several work days coming up for the refund

>>626361
>- 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

We need to git gud, and this is how.

Test

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>>626284
Anyway to contine my thoughts here, that's kind of how I envision Reccecrafts, it started out as the poor cousin of Tankery for schools that could only afford Lights, Armoured/Scout Cars and stuff like the Universal carrier where they could plink away at each other with paint rounds, but grew over the years into a highly sophisticated sport featuring not just recce vehicles but AT guns, infantry and even the odd true tank, with combined arms, objective focussed matches. Basically teams can field almost anything they want as long as it fits within a tonnage limit for all vehicles, equipment etc. limiting lineups to stuff like a few troops of armoured/scout cars, an AT Gun Platoon and a couple of infantry sections, especially because most Reccecrafts teams run on a shoestring budget. It can have all this going on because it pioneered the disintegrating shell technology NATO's now using, though in Reccecrafts shells usually convert themselves into paint rather than simply disintegrating essentially airbursting paint everywhere, allowing players to pull the trigger without having to be scared of what they're pointing at.

Unfortunately, matches are long, slow and light on direct combat most of the time as the name might suggest and the wealth of soft or commonly broken rules (like a team's deployment zone only requiring one unit from a lineup to be there to be considered valid for the match to start and the fact that deploying preemptively and/or in forward positions is only punished if you're caught doing it meaning most matches actually start the night before with back and forth jockeying for tactically advantageous positions while trying to avoid judging staff and/or get the opposition caught by them) makes getting into it very difficult for a newcomer to the sport, which means it's very hard to market and not very popular outside of its niche fanbase. As such it's only practiced by a small number of Schoolships (mainly the military academies) and its very much the neglected sibling compared to Skycrafts or Tankery, with most teams forced to run small, light lineups as much by their meager funds and membership than any tactical consideration.

>>626413
And when do you start running this quest because I would play the shit out of that.

>>626413
>fits within a tonnage limit for all vehicles, equipment etc
>"Shit, we're like 30kgs over, TIME FOR A RUN EVERYONE"
That's a bretty good premise and I'd like to see a quest for that. Though I think the mechanics of a scuffle would be a nightmare along with how many characters you'd have.

>>626413
I'd love to see a bunch of SAS Jeeps filled to the brim with aircraft machinehuns.

> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

You decided to take some spare time at the end of practice to keep familiarizing your crew with the tank. Honestly, there's some things in there that even you missed. Stack is also available as a valuable teacher to Ingrid, Josephina, and Winona on the operation of the Cromwell tank. There was one thing that everyone universally started hating however about it.

It was cramped. “Stack is the only girl here who likes the size of the Cromwell's interior,” says Ingrid.

“That's because it's sized perfectly for me!” she says. “Same with the T-34! And all kinds of light tanks!”

Winona sighs. “If this were Tankery Unlimited, I could totally just make the tank bigger.”

“Well, it's not,” says Stack. “And hopefully it will never be.”

> + 10 TALENT TO ALL CREWMEMBERS

-

-

With practice now over, every began setting up their little tents again and starting up on dinner. Because it was still raining. You sigh, standing around with Winona at the edge of the door, feeling the pitter patter of rain deflecting off the ground onto your shoes. This rain is getting quite tiring to be frank and...

You squint. Is someone out there? They walk up to you, clad in a trenchcoat and a rainsoaked fedora.

“... Denise?” She turns her head up, a lollipop stick between her lips.

“It was the storm of a century out here,” she says in her best gravely voice. “Of course, into each life some rain must fall. I suppose the way things were going, this is what God deems 'some'.” She walked up to you, shuffling the lollipop in her mouth a little. “And I guess God has a funny way of exaggerating things. Because standing in front of me now were two girls with legs from here to Kalamazoo, and tits that you could drown in.”

You and Winona stare at her in utter confusion. “Um. Denise?” You tilt your head. “What are you doing?”

She continues her Faux-noir narration in explanation. “I was just an undercover detective, minding my own business. You see, there's not a lot you can get on a schoolship it seems. Illegal stuff happens to be in vogue with some of the more wretched kind aboard ship, and it was up to even more wretched people like me to stop them.”

> “You can stop the film noir, Denise.”
> “Um. Well it's good to see you too.”
> Stare quietly at her.
> Other

>>626617
>> “Um. Well it's good to see you too.”

Hey it's second best girl

>>626617
>“You can stop the film noir, Denise.”

But write this down. You might have a book in there somewhere

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>>626617

> “You can stop the film noir, Denise.”

>>626617
>> “Um. Well it's good to see you too.”

>>626617
> “Um. Well it's good to see you too.”
Denise was missed at the festival.

>>626617
> Other
Muster your graveliest voice and monologue about the corruption infesting the Academy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u116HbMOF_Y
The Cromwell actually isn't that cramped by WW2 tank standards, the extra space afforded by its flat armour profile make it comparable to a Pz III more than the T-34. It's hatches are a tight fit though, for whatever reason, which is a problem.

>>626437
When I get the time/don't live in Australia anymore. Idk, I might run it over the semester break when I don't have worry about work and part time university at the same time.

I like the idea that places like William Adams and Heinlein are the heavy hitters in Reccecrafts because their Tankery teams use it for practice in the off-season or when they have a by week. So while most teams come in well under the tonnage limit, they hit it by bringing a platoon of Shermans or Cromwells with an infantry platoon to ride on them and then a trio of recce vehicles to screen them all. Konigsberg and GWA are the other two academy ships that do Reccecrafts and Konigsberg especially actually take it pretty seriously, to the point they regularly field two teams each year and sometimes even a third (they call their teams Aufklarungsschwadrons and label them A, B, C etc.) and its not uncommon for the finals of a year to just be Konigsberg's A team vs their B team.

>>626589
Hereford College has a team yes, though they're a land school, I plan on making them the reigning champs after upsetting Konigsberg's Aufklarungsschwadron A in the finals with daring jeep charge unto their airfield objective in a blaze of Vickers fire.

>>626617
>Other
It's a dark night on a schoolship that knows how to keep its secrets... But one woman is still searching for the answers to life's persistent questions.
Girl Noir, Private Eye

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>>626617
>Other (Respond in equally goofy noir-speak asking how her week's been)

> Other

“I suppose the way things went this week, things have been harsh,” you say. You know the routine, may as well play along. “Stormy nights like these make one wonder how one can even survive in a corrupt and dirty little schoolship like this.”

Denise nods, folding her arms. “At least this week for this little detective went well. Busted a ring of smugglers moving some porno. Then we moved on. That's what you gotta do in a world like this. You move on. Or the world moves on without you.” She reaches into her trenchcoat, smiling happily. “I missed things I shouldn't have missed. Friends, family, acquaintances. Sometimes, you gotta make things up, and then you gotta move on with it.”

She hands you a chocolate box. Ooooh!

“For now though, this detective must go back to work,” she says. “She'll be back to being just a little fun loving personal assistant, but maybe she'll be called back. Who knows.” She shrugs at that. “But for now though, I have to go back and be the detective.” She takes her lollipop out, licking it gently as she looks at you two. “As for you, Ellie. You have to go back and be you. That's what you do best.” She winks at you.

And with that, Denise turns around and leaves into the dark and brooding rain.

…

Winona blinks. “What the fuck was that?”

You shrug, munching on chocolates. “I dunno.” Winona looks, then pulls a chocolate out for her to eat as well.

-

-

Well, with Denise apparently still busy, you were now back in the Tank HQ.

So what now?

> Talk with a crew (Which?)
> Hang out with your crewmembers
> See Griselda in her office
> Talk with Oleg.
> Other

>>626872
> See Griselda in her office

>>626872
Griselda said something about 20 Jadgs.

>>626872
> Talk with a crew (Which?)
Any of the jr. Crews compared to us. Naval Studies, Delinquents, Automotive(either) and Light Music. May be good to get a sit rep on the ones with less experience.

>>626872
> Talk with a crew (Which?)
Dalia and her girls, see how they're liking the Hellcat now they've got some more time in it.

>>626872
>Hang out with your crewmembers
Gotta reverse that stack

>>626872
>>626899
this

> Talk with a crew

“How are you liking the Jagdtiger?” you ask.

Jane Fogerty tunes her guitar as she sits on the engine block. The others are busy rehearsing a song that they wrote themselves. “The Jagdtiger is gigantic! But the acoustics inside are really poor!” she says. “I don't know how anyone can hear anything inside that thing! I can barely hear myself!”

“Of course. Usually we use our radios to talk inside of a tank,” you say.

“Right!” Jane drops off of it. “Other than that, no complaints. It is taking some getting used to. And Griselda is making us use this ugly rust red camo too I'm afraid.” Jane frowns at the once brightly colored Jagdtiger, now painted a dull and faded reddish maroonish color. “I'm gonna miss the old murals.”

“Well, you adapting at least?” you ask.

“I suppose.” Jane rubs the back of her head. “To be really honest, it's very hot, sweaty, and cramped inside of a tank. Really gets you hot and bothered. We can't even sing songs in it either because the singing in there gets drowned out by everything else!” She sighs deeply. “But we'll make do.”

“I wonder why Gertrude never found this tank during the whole debacle though.”

“Oh, Gertrude actually did pass a few times during her whole business saving the school that year,” she says. “But she never stopped to talk to us. I guess she didn't see that this was an actual Jagdtiger. She must have thought it was like a replica. Considering how many replica tanks there are that people use for advertising, I'm not surprised.” You shrug at that. “Still though, the Jagdtiger is pretty hard on us. Exhibition match was a killer! Are all tankery matches like that?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>627005
>> Polite

>>627005
>Polite
Not always.

Sometimes its worse

>>627005
> Polite
No, but they're close.

>>627005
> Polite
They can be, but as you saw on Sunday, it can be a fun time as well.

>>627005
>Polite
War is Hell
This just happens to be a Cute War

> Polite

“Yes, they are. Tankery is a bit of controlled chaos on our end. It's hard, and difficult, but it's rewarding. And most importantly it's fun.” Jane nods at that, smiling a little at your explanation. “That's the essence of Tankery really.”

“I see. Well, I guess we'll try and stick things out,” says Jane. “Honestly, we would like to use this as a vehicle to get some funds raised for our club. Most of our guitars are starting to fall apart. Hell, this electric guitar I'm tuning doesn't even work anymore, it's just scenery.” She strums it, and the strings immediately fly apart. “See?”

“I see. Well, I suppose things could be worse I guess. Just try not to be too greedy.”

Jane nods. “Don't worry! We won't siphon funds or anything! This will be our own initiative! The initiative to ROCK!” She strums the guitar again. “... ow, I cut my finger!” She suckles on her cut finger, wincing in pain.

Griselda walks up to you, smiling. “Ellie. I see you're all better.” You nod, stepping off the Jagdtiger. “Ellie, can I ask you a favor?”

“What's up?” you ask.

“I need your help in advertising the Tankery team so more outside of our matches and practices. I know the fair really helped with funding and stuff, but all the money we made...” Griselda sighs. “It has been immediately disintegrated by expenses I had piled up. Do you think you could do that for me in your spare time or am I asking too much?”

> “No, I can do it.”
> “Can't you ask someone else?”
> Other

>>627151
>“No, I can do it.”
We have staff and power!

>>627151
> “No, I can do it.”
What could go wrong? Right? Maybe we'll get our crew involved for bonding!

>>627151
>> “No, I can do it.”

>>627151
> “No, I can do it.”
We'll sell Winona's body if we have to!

>>627151
>> “No, I can do it.”

> “No, I can do it.”

“No, I can do it,” you declare. “I'll have to find some time for it I guess during the week and next week I suppose.”

Griselda nods. “Thanks. I'd hate to ask you since I know you're so busy but money is still a tight issue.” She pulls you alongside, out of earshot of most of the crewmembers. “I'm going to be incredibly honest with you, Ellie. The Saturday match with Gertrude did not do well for my image with potential sponsors.”

“Really?” That's to be expected you suppose.

“Yeah,” she says. “But, I'm trying to mend things out, see if I can work on getting new ones.” She sighs deeply. “I just hope you're keeping an optimistic outlook.” You nod. “That's great. Love you.” She pats your cheek, smiling. “Look, if you ever need anything from me, you can ask. But rigt now, we're on the run up to our match with Hugo Gernsback. Thursday, we'll go over what tanks they'll likely bring to the fight, and the next day after the map briefing, okay?” You nod again. “Great, great.”

“I just hope we we can win a sweep against them,” you say.

“It should be fine. We won't underestimate like we did with GWMA,” says Griselda. “Anyway...” She presses her hand against your forehead. “Seems like your fever's down now. But it's gonna be late soon. I'll be turning out the lights in a bit.”

“Alright, Griselda.”

-

-

You eat more of that butter tart that Josephina and Ingrid made for you. It's quite good, Josephina seems like a natural cook it seems. The hangar lights were now shut off, with only lantern lights between crews. Winona was busy brushing her hair, Stack was busy taking a couple of push ups with Josephina sitting on her back, and Ingrid watching a baseball game on her phone.

You rest on your sleeping bag a bit, looking up at the tent serving as a little awning, tethered between the Cromwell and the Churchill. Ingrid looks over. “Hey, Ellie, something the matter?”

“Huh?” You look over, then shrug. “Nothing.”

Winona grins smugly. “She's probably thinking about Jeep Jockey.” You take your pillow and throw it at Winona. “Ow! My hair!”

“It's not that,” you say. “I'm fine.”

Stack sighs, letting Josephina off of her. “Seriously, Ellie. What is it?”

“Why is it so weird that I'm quiet,” you ask.

“It's not that you're quiet, but you have that weird contemplative look on your face,” says Ingrid. “Seriously, tell us. What's wrong?”

Well, quite a few things.

> “I'm concerned about Griselda.”
> “I wonder if I'm to blame for my family being poor.”
> “I'm worried about the team.”
> Other

>>627151
> “No, I can do it.”

>>627297
> “I'm concerned about Griselda.”
> “I wonder if I'm to blame for my family being poor.”
Both of these are legit things for Ellie to be concerned about.

I am sad that her image took a hit.

>>627297
>> “I'm concerned about Griselda.”

>>627297
>> “I'm concerned about Griselda.”

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>>627297
> “I wonder if I'm to blame for my family being poor.”
We shouldn't show too much doubt in the commander to the troops.

>>627297
> “I'm concerned about Griselda.”

>>627344
You're right. Changing my vote to just.

> “I wonder if I'm to blame for my family being poor.”

>>627297
>“I'm concerned about Griselda.”

Girl got so much baggage she needs a porter.

>>627297
>> “I wonder if I'm to blame for my family being poor.”

>>627297
>“I wonder if I'm to blame for my family being poor.”

> “I wonder if I'm to blame for my family being poor.”

You sigh. “I wonder if I'm to blame for my family being poor.”

Stack's eyes widen. The rest of the crew all look in your direction, stunned by what you just said. Stack says, “Why would you think that?”

“My...” You sit up, hugging your legs. “My mom was a really good tanker. She didn't tell me, but I overheard a conversation she was having with a friend of hers. I was a teenage pregnancy, and if she was one of the best at that time, she could've gone pro, she could've part of the US team or part of the Olympics or... something. Something that could've made her rich.”

Everyone is silent at that. To be frank, you aren't expecting advice. How can anyone relate to being born out of wedlock to teenage parents anyway? It's a frustrating thing to deal with, but you've dealth with it up to now because you've believed that Mom and Dad were in the shitter anyway. You didn't think for one second that maybe Mom had a chance that you ruined.

Josephina however is the one to say, “That's terrible for you to say.” What? You look to her. “Elodie, your parents clearly love you very much. If they had figured you had ruined their chance for good living, why keep you?”

“Yeah,” says Winona. “Elodie, you're one of the best girls I know. And I know for a fact that your parents will love you all the same. My Mom and Dad always tell me that parenthood requires sacrifice. Think of it like that.”

“Willing sacrifice,” you say. “Me being born wasn't so willing.”

Stack scoots up. “Ellie, no matter what, you're here. And you have people who care about you. That's what matters in the end.” Maybe. You guess Stack is right about that. She hits the lantern, sighing. “Come on, everyone, let's get some sleep.” Everyone starts to settle into their sleeping bags. Winona however, coaxes you into your sleeping bag.

“Come on, Ellie. Let's have a good night. Tomorrow's a new day, okay?” says Winona.

You nod. “Yeah. Yeah.”

New day.

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That's it for tonight. Sorry for the late slowness. Morale's a little low from the news of Jose Fernandez's passing and of course 4chan crapping out in between. Next weekend isn't too clear due to my sister and brother-in-law coming home but we'll see. Starship Idols to take weekday schedule this week.

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See you next time.

RIP Jose Fernandez 1992-2016

>>627507
Thanks for the fun, Boss.

You done good today. You go rest, you sound tired.

>>627507
No apology required, thanks for running Schteel.

>>627507
Good thread GS. Kinda nice that the girls stood together with Ellie during a moment of weakness. Gris-Gris needs that network too. Or at least, she needs to accept that network more into her life.

Can't wait to see what advertising Ellie is going to be doing for sponsors. And I hope we can get our crew in on it as well. Maybe Iris and her crew too. She has the more recognizable face and star power.

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>>627507
thanks for running schteel-tan

You're a lady~

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>>627498
Damn, son, damn.

Good runnin' Schteel

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Btw, while I've got people here, if I were to get time to run aforementioned Reccecrafts quest, what school would people be interested in playing as, both in terms of country and theme? e.g. Germans styled around Armoured Recce units, so Panzer IIs and halftracks or Brits themed around SAS/LRDG Jeep/Truck raiding etc.

>>627544
A British theme sounds pretty rad.

>>627558
Yeah, and they've got a lot of breadth to what they could do in a Reccecrafts setting, thanks to the British affinity for Special Operations and Reconnaissance work during WW2. For instance you've got SAS/LRDG stuff using Jeep as cut down trucks stuffed with MGs, AT rifles and explosives supported by AT gun portees, Armoured Recce stuff with Cromwells supported by infantry and Armoured Cars, regular Armoured Car Recce units which use Scout and Armoured Cars, more infantry focussed stuff with buttloads of Universal Carriers, motorised infantry and towed AT guns etc. etc. You could even have an Airlanding Recce style school that likes to land gliders on the match area the night before to sneak into forward positions undetected, with stuff like Tetrarchs and Jeeps.

>>627544
Long Range Driving Girls

>>627630
Reccecrafts is coed, probably. Though any tanks are crewed by girls as are most of the armoured cars or other AFVs, guys dominate infantry and support weapon roles though as a rule, while light vehicles like Jeeps and Scout Cars split pretty evenly.

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>>627507
Thanks for the run, GS!

>>627507
Thanks for running.

>>627498
Well shit, Schteel, I fall asleep and you punch me in the heart like this.