>>681490
>> Go to work

>>681490
> Go to work
Oh ZES, they just can't leave well enough alone.

>>681490
> Go to work

>>681490
>Go to work
Gott ist WÖRK

> Go to work

-

-

“Good morning, Commander.” Tessa hands you a set of reports as you walk in. The rain was still getting to everyone it seems, with Athena laying back and falling asleep while soaked. You decide to give her desk a tap as you walk by, making her flinch and wake up. “Here are the logistics reports for today. The Captain also wants you to sign off on the accounting database for the luxury imports and make sure there are no irregularities.”

“Fine.” You shuffle through the reports, it’ll be a few hundred documents to sort through and look at, nothing too hard. You walk on over to your desk and- “AGH!” you yell, looking to see a dead rat in your chair. “ADMIRAL NIMITZ!” you yell. “Eugh!” You take it by the tail, and hurry to the garbage. You find Admiral Nimitz prowling around the desks, hunting instinct on full. “Goddamn!”

“Oh, don’t be so hard on the cat,” says Tessa. “He just wants your approval.”

“He doesn’t need to leave dead rats on my chair!” You grab a rag from the desk and quickly clean up the area it laid in. Ugh, it could have like hepatitis or plague or something!

“At least he’s killing rats,” says Athena. “Unlike General Fredendall down in Engineering. We spoiled him so much he barely leaves the litter box.” You roll your eyes.

> Get this work done now.
> Put Admiral Nimitz in his place, your lap.
> Talk with the retinue a bit, see what’s what.
> Other

>>681578
> Put Admiral Nimitz in his place, your lap.
> Talk with the retinue a bit, see what’s what.

>>681578
> Put Admiral Nimitz in his place, your lap.
> Get this work done now.

>>681578
> Talk with the retinue a bit, see what’s what.
The Admiral can have his place when he comes for it. Otherwise we have things to do. And getting to know our staff is important for...uh...reasons.

>>681578
> Put Admiral Nimitz in his place, your lap.
> Talk with the retinue a bit, see what’s what.

>>681578
>Talk with the retinue a bit, see what’s what.
The cat does this because it cares for you, but finds you weak so it leaves food for you.

> Put Admiral Nimitz in his place, your lap.
> Talk with the retinue a bit, see what’s what.

You pick up Nimitz by his belly, groaning in frustration as he meows. “You naughty boy.” You sit down, then place him down in your lap. He immediately purrs, settling down and resting himself. “So, Tessa, Athena, Hilda.” Hilda looks up from her finance work, quirking her brow. “How are you all doing?”

“Doing well,” says Tessa. “You?”

“Fine, I suppose.” You lean back, looking at Tessa. “I really just want to get to work but…” You poke Nimitz on the neck, and he hisses a bit at being disturbed. “This little guy.”

Tessa giggles a little, petting Nimitz gently on his head. Nimitz is much more receptive to that touch, his ears twitching in response. “He just thinks we’re weak hunters as all. He doesn’t mean anything.” Oh yeah, that’s what cats do. They leave their prey out for you because they think you can’t forage for yourself. “He still loves us.”

“Right.” You lean back, groaning.

“So how’s Griselda doing?” Huh? Tessa looks to you, a bit concerned. “Er, me and Athena have been catching up on her Tankery experiences this year. I hear the team is in the NATO wild card running.” You nod at that, just knocked out Sherbrooke a while ago in fact. “But uh… Griselda doesn’t seem to have changed a bit.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>681758
>> Polite
She has not changed much but she's trying.

>>681758
>Polite
GrisGris does have some demons on her.

>>681758
> Polite
She's trying her hardest out there, but I think we can be honest in saying that she's stressing a lot and may be juggling too many plates. Hard not to worry about her a little bit.

>>681758
> Polite

>>681758
>polite
She's workable if a little stubborn

>>681758
> Polite
She is in the nicest possible terms, an absolute mess.

>>681758
>Polite

She wants the team to succeed, and she works herself too hard. I think she blames herself too much.

> Polite

“She’s stubborn, but she’s still got a lot on her mind. I do worry about her sometimes I suppose.” You lean back, shrugging. “She’s doing so much and she’s really putting the team on her shoulders.”

Tessa nods. “I see. No pun intended.” She points to her blind eyes, chuckling at her own joke a bit. “Well, she was always so concerned with winning last year. But last year was different, last year she had a lot riding on her. Some of the new members of the ITL team really gave Griselda a hard time for being an Officer right off the bat while the others had to work for it.” Oh. Griselda never mentioned that. Oh jeez. “Not to mention all that talk of wanting to make Gertrude proud.”

“Yeah. She told me all about that,” you say.

“Mhm.” Tessa places her hands in front of her chest. “I should probably let you get to work, Commander.” You look over to Athena, who looks back at you with a skeptical expression. She shrugs once she sees you looking at her, while Tessa walks back to her desk to work.

Caldwell looks up from her computer. “Less tanks, more work you guys.” You shuffle through your reports, then move to the database on your computer.

Suddenly, your phone rings. You pick it up. “Lieutenant Commander Zumwalt.”

“Commander, it’s Captain Spruance.” Oh! You stiffen up a bit. “How are things in the database?” You check through them as you talk to her. “Nothing out of the ordinary?”

“None so far,” you explain. “I had to talk with one of the accountants last night but it was nothing too big. I actually heard we were coming out on surplus with food supplies?”

“Oh, yeah! We actually do have sizable surplus. However, that’s not why I called you.” Oh? “Listen, next week we’re going to be doing major renovation to the lower levels in anticipation for an enrollment spike in Naval Studies. New dorms, new living facilities, all that jazz. I was hoping you would be able to personally oversee it next week.” Well…

> “Yeah, I can do it.”
> “I think Caldwell would be a better fit than me.”
> “Surely there’s someone else?”
> Other

>>681928
> “I think Caldwell would be a better fit than me.”

>>681928
Er... Did we have any major appointments for next week?

>>681928
> “I think Caldwell would be a better fit than me.”
Could help bring her around, or at least return the favour in the future. Give her a thumbs up while we talk with the Captain.

>>681928
>“Yeah, I can do it.”
We're pretty good at personally overseeing things.

>>681928
>“Yeah, I can do it.”

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>>681928
>“Yeah, I can do it.”

Captain Spruance wouldn't ask us to do it personally if she didn't want our hands on it. We're good at getting things done.

>>681928
>> “Yeah, I can do it.”
>>681946
We promised to try and take a day off.

>>681928
>“Yeah, I can do it.”
Ten bucks say we'll now get something important for next week.

>>682029
Oh right, the thing with Winona wasn't it?

>>682036
Correct. We're going to have to do our very best to appease both parties.

>>682032
>>682036
>>682046

Damnit! We've become so responsible we have to schedule irresponsibility.

>>682063
Split responsibility with Caldwell or declare we can get it done in 4 days.

>>682073
I don't feel like this will be a job we can squeeze into a 4 day week. It's a pretty significant undertaking.

Why so many new Naval Studies people?
Where on the lower levels are we going to put them? Next to the ratpeople civilization that have never seen the surface, let alone the sun?
How is this boat not haunted?

> “Yeah, I can do it.”

You remember Winona’s request to spend a day with you next week perhaps. But for now, it’s your job first, then friends. “Um, sure, sure. I can do it.” The Captain especially wouldn’t ask you if she knew you couldn’t do it. And boy, you can do it. “So, next week?”

“Yeah. We’re drafting up a lot of people from Engineering to get in on this. It’ll be at least 5 or 600 engineers, not including support personnel, working on this.” Oh, that’s huge. “So, Monday, report in to work with a hard hat and a high vis, alright? Be prepared to work overtime if need be.”

“Okay, Captain.”

“Alrighty! By the way, good luck in the Hugo Gernsback match, looking forward to it!” You smile a little. “Welp, gotta go. Later!” And with that, she hangs up. Caldwell looks over at you, giving you a sharp glare.

“Hmph. How come the Captain trusts you with that job?” she asks.

You shrug. “Maybe because I’m actually responsible?”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.” She goes back to working. “Just don’t burn yourself out, I’ll be right behind you for that job.” Oh, of course not, wouldn’t dream of it.

-

-

> WORK DAY COMPLETE
> + 5 CP

You look out the window again to see the rain absolutely pouring down, as if someone were pouring a planet-sized bucket of water down on LGA itself. It wasn’t rain drops, it was rain streams. You, Athena, Hilda, Tessa, and Caldwell stare out of it. “Hmph.” Caldwell pulls up her umbrella. “Well, I’m going home!”

“That umbrella’s not going to save you,” says Athena. “It’s gonna suck out there.”

“Please, it’s just rain. It never killed anybody!” Caldwell holds up her umbrella. “Later!”

Tessa looks to you. “I assume you got practice?” You nod. “Do you want to wait for a taxi or something?”

> Wait for a ride to the hangar.
> “Forget about it, I’m walking.”
> Other

>>682157
> “Forget about it, I’m walking.”
Builds character!

>>682157
Taxi, Uber or whatever.

>>682157
>“Forget about it, I’m walking.”
We can always take the day off to be with Winona.

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>>682157
> Wait for a ride to the hangar.
She's saying she wants to talk lads, let's let it happen.

>>682157
> Wait for a ride to the hangar.

The Hell with walking. Rain brings sickness and we cannot afford the downtime.

>>682157
> Wait for a ride to the hangar.
Why would we waste the opportunity to chat?

And I am serriously worried about how we're going to balance the two. We made a promise and I would hate to let Winnona down like that.

>>682157
> Wait for a ride to the hangar.

Fuck walking in the rain. Rain brings sickness and we can't afford a sick day right now.

>>682157
>Wait for a ride to the hangar.
Didn't we just go over this with the gunners?

> Wait for a ride to the hangar.
Would suck to get sick again and not be able to do anything. Also, chat options.

>>682157
> Wait for a ride to the hangar.

>>682157
What happened to Denise? Wasn't she always available with a ride?

>>682280
She's so undercover as a police she's talking in noir.

>>682284
Now that I think about it, that would be a great side quest.

> Wait for a ride to the hangar.

Instead of going out and risking it, you decide to simply call up a taxi and wait for it to come by and retrieve. Hilda leans back in her seat, sighing deeply as she reads a book. “Don't you normally have a ride?” asks Athena.

“I would,” you say. “But Denise is busy being an undercover cop.” Tessa and Athena look at you with confused expressions. “Look, I can explain it all another time, but she's just doing that for me. I do kind of worry for her though.”

“She's probably alright,” says Athena. “You drive that Cromwell though, right?” You nod. Athena says to you, “Cromwell's a nice tank I suppose. I prefer the Sherman myself though. A bit more easy to use you know?” Yeah, that's fair. Though, the Sherman never really become one of your top tanks even though it's been one of the big centerpieces of a lot of plays these past few years. “So, Griselda's doing fine then?”

“Yeah. Are you two worried about her?” you ask.

Tessa and Athena glance at each other, then nod slowly. “We think that Griselda might be running herself into the ground. I mean, I know this is Tankery, we have fans and money and academics on the line, but I wish she'd take it slow and calm down a little. She never had time to relax last year you know?” Tessa sighs deeply, shutting her eyes as she thinks back on it. “The poor girl desperately needs a boyfriend.” Oh, as if. You roll your eyes. “Or a girlfriend. Honestly, Griselda strikes me as the type to experiment.”

Athena says, “Plus, isn't her sister gay or something?”

“Well, that's-” Tessa stops herself. “That's- you don't become gay just because your family is.” Athena shrugs at that, leaning back a bit in her seat and kicking her legs up onto the desk. “Let's scrap that topic, she's okay though, right?”

“As okay as she can be,” you say. “You know, do you two ever consider rejoining her crew?” The two are silent on that topic. “If it's a sensitive topic, I don't-”

“No, no.” Tessa sits down on your desk. “We left the team because... well, we left because it wasn't fun anymore. That's what Tankery should be. It should be about fun. But, Griselda didn't make it that way. Every battle we went into with Griselda felt like a slog, like an endless struggle.”

Athena grunts. “She wasn't the best Officer starting out which didn't help.”

“Don't be rude, Athena.” Athena rolls her eyes. Tessa says, “We would like to see her succeed this year, but, I don't think we're interested in doing Tankery again.”

> “I respect that.”
> “You should consider it. Griselda could use your help.”
> “Maybe a payment is in order?”
> Other

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GermanSchteel!!! You need to read this post >>682369 very carefully!

It answers yesterday's question!

>>682408
> “I respect that.”

>>682408
>> “I respect that.”
However, Tankery isn't only about fun it's supposed to make you better as a woman and all that jazz.

>>682414
What was yesterday's question?

>>682369
It would indeed.

>>682408
>“I respect that.”

>>682408
>“I respect that.”

They are right. It should be fun.

Makes me feel bad for Gris-Gris. She's taken on a nearly impossible task, that will capture little glory and put herself in competition with people who are already well ahead of her for a goal that many won't even notice.

All to make up for a mistake and move out of her sister's shadow.

>>682430
Side quests

>>682408
> Other
"That's a shame, she could really use some friends around to lean on. It aint easy running a team."

>>682469
>she could really use some friends around to lean on
WE are that friend.

>>682408
>i respect that
If they come back in any way other than their choice it'll be a drag on all of them

>>682408
> “I respect that.”
> "You should try and pay a visit to her at some point though. Not as tankers, but as friends."

I think they both could at least spend some time together. Griselda blames herself for their leaving too.

>>682479
I think the point is friends, plural. Griselda is on a self made island and she only lets us in sparingly. She needs more than just ourselves and sometimes Iris.

Of course, its also still on her to allow people in.

>>682479
Yeah, she has us and her incredibly quiet and shy crewmates. Which means basically us. Considering the amount of pressure she puts herself under and how busy we are, that's not really going to cut it.

> “I respect that.”

“I respect that, I guess.” You fold your arms, then look down at Admiral Nimitz as he coils himself into a ball in your lap. “Still, Griselda doesn't really let people in so to speak on how she's doing.”

“I figured,” says Tessa. “Are Yuno and Luisa at least doing well?”

“Yeah. They don't talk much and I haven't talked with them much either but they seem to tolerate Griselda pretty well at least.” Tessa nods at that, putting her hand on her chest. “You know, it'd be great if you two were to visit. Maybe Griselda'd like to talk to the two of you. Mend things over.”

Athena leans over. “I think it's way too late for tat. The way we left, after the semi-finals... I think Griselda really took that personally. We haven't talked about anything in so long.” Oh. That's... something you guess. “Even if we wanted to apologize, there's no guarantee she'd accept it.”

“Yeah,” says Tessa. “I think the semi-finals were our last rodeo with her.”

You receive a text on your phone. Your taxi is here. “Well, my taxi is here. Did you guys want to come with me to practice? Maybe watch us?” They both shake their heads, resigned. “Are you sure? It'd be really-”

“Like I said,” says Athena. “I think we're the last people Griselda wants to see at this point. Besides her sister perhaps.” You're stunned for a few seconds, but you decide to leave it at that for now. With that, you take your coat and put your hat on, then leave the Office.

-

-

You find the crews in the weight room, everyone having changed into PT gear. It seems Griselda doesn't want to risk the rain today or take a chance on gunnery practice with no visibility. However, you look around, and no Griselda anywhere. “Hey, Iris.” Iris is busy on the ground, doing yoga. “Have you seen Griselda?”

“She left us in the care of Miss McPherson,” says Iris. “Said she had work to do in the Office.” Oh.

> Check on Griselda.
> Get strength training with your crew.
> Check on one of the crews (Which?)
> Other

>>682594
>> Get strength training with your crew.

>>682594
>Check on Griselda.

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>>682594
>Check on Griselda.

This may be the narrow end of the wedge we need to help Griselda get over things.

>>682594
> Check on Griselda.
Still waiting for that sidequest to pop. Its a matter of time.

>>682594
> Check on Griselda.
If money's as tight as it seems maybe we should see what we can do to help. We also forgot to get Ms. Slutsky to go hunting for some extra funding for the team.


> “Even if we wanted to apologize, there's no guarantee she'd accept it.”
We should really make a note to tell them that that's some shitty reasoning right there. You don't apologise to people because you think they'll accept it, you apologise because you're sorry you did something.

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>>682594
>> Check on Griselda.
Also, an art i made yesterday in case you missed GS twitter. Guess what other tank has three-man crew?

>>682594
> Check on Griselda.

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>>682651

>>682650
Well, she did ask us to help with sponsorships. So there is that.

>>682651
Cute!

>>682651
We can add a 6-pounder to that.

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>>682677
Pls don't though. The Yugo S35 was a one of a kind vehicle and the sum total information we have on it is that it existed, it got destroyed during the liberation of Yugoslavia and that there's one picture definitely of it and a handful more possibles. That box extension on the turret, we have no idea how thick it was or if it was even armour steel or just boiler plate.

>>682779
beside in context on our challenge, IF the sisters really go with Somua they will get it in original configuration.

> Check on Griselda.

You poke your head through the ajar door, looking into the office. “Griselda?”

“-yes, I know. I know.” Griselda is pacing around the office on her cell phone. “Yeah, it does look bad that NATO lost to the ITL. But NATO is still a new system. We're learning things. And- you gotta give us a chance. If we had a bit more money, we could do a whole lot more! Just... Uh huh?” Griselda's face of worry slowly turns into one of defeat. “Yeah. Okay. Okay, I understand.” She looks over at you, holding up a finger to signal for a minute. “Okay, thank you, Mister Lerner.” She hangs up, sighing deeply. She looks ready to throw the phone through the window, but since you're here, she just shoves it angrily back into her skirt pocket. “What do you want, Ellie?”

“Um.” You tilt your head. “Is this a bad time?”

“I just got off the phone with the Lerners, who sponsor my sister, but won't sponsor me because of what happened during our exhibition match,” she says. “You know, the Lerners, own the Washington Nationals, real estate moguls, those guys? Lotta money.” Griselda shoves herself into her chair, groaning in defeat as she rubs her forehead. “I have got the hugest fucking headache right now.”

“Oh. So bad time then?” you ask.

“No, no. It's alright,” she says. “What do you want, Ellie?”

“Um. I was just checking in on you,” you say. “You aren't here for strength training?”

“I gotta talk with other sponsors,” she says. “There just isn't enough time in the world. Unfortunately, I am not the charismatic Lothario that my sister is. Which means it's just a nightmare trying to convince anyone to take a chance on this team. Some people even think Gertrude is funding me which tells them they don't need to fund me, you know?” You shrug at that. “Whatever. I shouldn't dump my problems on you.”

“Hey, I'm willing to help,” you say.

Griselda sighs. “There's not much you can do except do well in the matches, Ellie. Was there anything else?”

> “Come train with us. It'll be good for you.”
> “No, it's fine.”
> “We can talk if you want.”
> Other

>>682822
> “We can talk if you want.”

>>682822
> “Come train with us. It'll be good for you.”
You won't convince anyone if you sound as stressed as you do. Come train and get back to this with a fresh mind later. We can also take some of the paperwork off of your hands if you're pressed for time.

>>682822
>“We can talk if you want.”

You don't have to do this alone.

>>682822
>> “Come train with us. It'll be good for you.”

>>682822
>“We can talk if you want.”

>>682822
> “Come train with us. It'll be good for you.”
Both are good. But she needs to spend some time out of the office.

>>682822
Come train. Better than talking all day.

>>682822
>come train
ENDORPHINS

> “Come train with us. It'll be good for you.”

Get her mind off things and improve the team. Its a win win

> “Come train with us. It'll be good for you.”

“Come train with us.” Griselda quirks her brow. “Look, stress relief, okay? It'll be good for you. It'll be good for the team if we know you're with us. Okay?”

Griselda takes a minute to think. “Alright.” She nods. “Fine.” You smile at her. “Let's go.”

-

-

Griselda has joined the crew wearing her PT gear, with the shirt tied up at the side to expose a bit of her midriff for ventilation you guess. It does catch the eye of the Poles, who stare at her with admiration in their eyes as she works on doing pull ups. Her twentieth so far in fact.

Meanwhile, you and your crew are busy with stretching exercises on the mat. Winona in particular is helping you reach your toes as you sit down and stretch your arms to touch them. “Come on, there you go.” You feel your muscles and tendons flex with each millimeter. Gotta get loose, gotta get strong. One part of doing Tankery you suppose.

Stack meanwhile is at the loading racks with the other loaders, doing simulated loading with 75mm shells. Miss McPherson times and scores them all.

Ingrid however...

Ingrid is barely able to do one push up. One real push up. “Come on, Ingrid! Use your arms, not your knees!” yells Stack from the loading rack. Ingrid struggles, sweat pouring down her face as she struggles to do her push ups.

She flops down on the mat. “... I'm terrible at this,” says Ingrid.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>682968
> Neutral
"Yeah, but there's only one way you'll ever stop being terrible at it, and spoilers, it isn't giving up."

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>>682968
> Polite

Start with starter excercises, whatever they are. Like the pushup that keeps your calves on the ground. Or a light jog around the hanger

>>682968
> Boast

>>682968
>Polite
"Only if you stop trying"

>>682968
>Polite

>>682968
> Polite
She is aware of where she started, right?

>>682968

> Boast


If you got up early like some people...

>>682968
> Polite
Yes, you are.

> Polite

“Cheer up, Ingrid.” Ingrid looks over, adjusting her glasses. “Maybe you should start a little smaller than push ups. Or just do a light jog?”

Ingrid sighs, turning over, then sitting up and standing up. “Yeah, I guess I can do a jog.”

“That's the spirit!” says Winona. “Go on, Ingrid!” Winona stands up, pumping her fist. “Take a lap!”

Ingrid glares at Winona. “I'm not a child, Winwin.” Ingrid mutters to herself, tugging on her shirt a bit before taking a steady jog around the weight room. Winona pouts a bit, obviously a bit frustrated at having her cheers be rejected.

“She's got a point,” you say.

“Hmph!” Winona turns her nose up. “I was just trying to cheer her up as all!” Suddenly, you hear a loud slamming noise near you. You all look to see Josephina dropping the deadlifting weights after having squatted and lifted them up. Jeez, Josephina. She high-fives Regina Taney of Naval Studies Rescue, then walks over. “Josephina, you're strong!”

“Merci beaucoup,” says Josephina. “My papa taught me to keep myself in shape.” For a huge girl, she is pretty much in shape. Can't help but admire that.

Stack says, “Your Dad's a helicopter pilot right?” Josephina nods. “He ever let you fly in one of his helicopters.”

Josephina gasps, nodding very sweetly. “Oh, oui, oui! You know, my papa says that if I graduate, he will enroll me into a flight school so I can get my helicopter license! He keeps a Bell 205 Helicopter at home, he says that if I do good in school, he'll even let me have it!” Josephina gets giddy at the prospect. “Oooooh! Sacre dieu! I cannot wait for it!” All of you look at each other weirdly.

> Ask Josephina more about Helicopters.
> Join Ingrid on her jog.
> Help Winona with her stretching.
> Join Stack at the loading racks.
> Other

>>683182
Join Ingrid. Give her some tips on getting swole. Or tell her where the nearest gym is anyway.

>>683182
> Help Winona with her stretching.
Tell her about the big job we've been given next week and that we might have to take a rain check on our day off but we'll try to make it work. Apologise.

>>683182
>Join Ingrid on her jog.

She gets sad easy. We should be there for support

>>683182
>Help Winona with her stretching.
So there's this job...

>>683182
>> Join Stack at the loading racks.

>>683182
>Help Winona with her stretching.

>>683182

> Other

There is no me or you in team. everyone appears to just have finished their current reps. so everyone can jog
.

> Help Winona with her stretching.

Winona lies back as you pull her legs up and scrunch them back towards her. “How's this?” you say.

“Little harder,” she says. You nod, pressing against her feet harder. “Ooooh, unf! That's better! That's pretty tight!” Okay, this is getting weird. She hisses in exertion as she arches her back a bit and allows her legs to be flexed.

“So, Winona,” you say. “I gotta tell you something.”

“Oh?” She smiles at you. “What is it?”

“So, next week, I'm taking a job to oversee the construction of some new areas in the lower levels for new students coming in,” you say.

“Oh, the expansion projects?” You nod as you allow Winona's leg to uncurl and straighten out. You pull her left leg up, then slowly angle it back straight towards her. “Yeah, yeah. I actually got the memo about that, I'm actually gonna be part of that too.”

“Oh great, great!” you say. “Because well, I'm probably gonna be focusing entirely on that next week?” Winona looks at you, blinking. “Which may mean, I might not get a chance to spend some time with you.”

Winona blinks. “Oh. Oh...” Winona frowns a little.

> - 10 MORALE FROM WINONA

“Are you sure?” she asks. “Maybe you could still take a day off?”

> “We'll see.”
> “Yeah, I could.”
> “Nah, I don't think so.”
> Other

>>683395
> “We'll see.”

>>683395
>“We'll see.”

But we can visit at work! How cool is that?

>>683395
>> “We'll see.”

>>683395
> “We'll see.”
"I'll try Winona, I really will, but no promises."

>>683395
>“Yeah, I could.”

>>683395
> “We'll see.”
At the very least, we should attempt to spend time after work with Winona. Much as it may suck not working on a sidequest.

Best we can say is we will see but that we shouldn't promise her because we feel bad about having to potentially cancel as it is.

>>683395
>> “We'll see.”

We have been ignoring her.. gentle insistence... that we take more time off basically since the quest began.

>>683504
And we still are.

>>683526
>>683526
And one day us anons may actually follow through. I say this being one of the anons that admits to being bad about ignoring someone who clearly wants to just be our friend.

>>683395
Marvel Unlimited is doing a free month with code

NY16

17 issues of Star Wars

> “We'll see.”

“We'll see,” you say. Winona nods, accepting that answer for now it seems. You sigh, you feel really bad to try and run around on Winona right now. Especially after you said you'd try and spend more time with her. But you suppose that work must come before friends. “Hey, maybe we'll see each other during work!”

“Meh. It's not the same, you're supposed to work at work,” says Winona. “You know?”

“I guess. But, if we see each other at work, we can at least talk about stuff,” you say. “Like uh... Unlimited Tankery or- or model tanks, or even Cuddles! How's Cuddles doing?”

Winona perks up a little. “Oh, Cuddles is doing great. I've been leaving him with Abby on and off lately. I really wish you'd let me take him with us on our tankery matches.”

“He might get crushed or something,” you explain. “A battlefield is no place for a pet snake.”

“Yeah, but... he could be really lucky!” says Winona. You roll your eyes. Winona pouts intensely at you. “Come on!”

“No,” you say. She huffs.

With that, strength training starts to come to a close. Everyone starts to head to the showers.

You though...

> Hit those showers
> See about making dinner
> Call someone (Who?)
> Talk to Miss McPherson
> Other

>>683623
> See about making dinner
Its at least a start for an apology to Winona. And hey, I am sure the team will approve.

>>683623
>> Talk to Miss McPherson

>>683623
>Hit those showers
Cyborg.jpg

>>683623
>Talk to Miss McPherson

What elder wisdom can she offer?

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>>683623
> See about making dinner

>>683667
>Cyborg.jpg
I got you anon

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1. Naked Apron Ellie
2. Ellie being molested by older woman

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>>683892
> 2. Ellie being molested by older woman
Does that mean instead of cougar, Miss McPherson's a cheetah?

>>683892
Lol.

> See about making dinner

-

-

You've got some sweat built up, but honestly you can skip the shower for now and do it later. It would be nice to have some peace and quiet in the showers for once. So you decide to get a nice broth going with Giap, who ahead of time has prepared a helping of pho for everyone. You and her then dice up some meatballs, some brisket, and some leafy greens to add in, and boom. Dinner is served. “Say, Giap. I meant to ask you.” Giap looks at you as the two of you serve the bowls of pho to the crews, with two lines by a table. “How did you get into the Junior Historians?”

Giap shrugs. “To be frank, I don't know. The three of them just plucked me off the sidewalk and asked me if I wanted to join. It seemed like fun at the start but they're a bunch of crazies!” Giap smiles. “I like them. Also, they really like my pho. It takes forever to prepare, but it's not every day someone praises your cooking.”

“I can relate,” you say. Giap nods at that.

Winona walks up, holding up an empty bowls. “Seconds, please!” You roll your eyes, then pour Winona some more noodles and broth. “Yes!”

“That's your second helping, Winona,” says Giap. “Pho's really filling, you sure can handle that!”

“I've handled much more filling than this!” says Winona as she walks off.

After you serve everyone (even Griselda came to get a bowl before retreating into her office.) You grab a bowl for yourself and sit around with your crew. Ingrid listens to the game on her phone, sitting on the turret. Stack and Josephina meanwhile laze around on the engine block on their phones as well. Winona meanwhile continues slurping noodles loudly and proudly. “For goodness sake, Winona, bite the noodles.”

She slurps up one last flailing noodle. “Nope!” She bites her teeth at you, grinning as she continues to eat. You roll your eyes for what seems like the fifth time today.

> Hang around with your crew.
> Visit Griselda in her Office
> Talk with a crew (Which?)
> Call Someone (Who?)
> Talk a walk around outside
> Other

>>683962
> Talk with a crew (Which?)
The Automotives (both). See if they're starting to get along better.

>>683962
>Visit Griselda in her Office
Let's see if training improved her mood.

>>683962
> Visit Griselda in her Office
So many options. I would even consider calling mom.

>>683962
>>683988
This.

>>683962
Anything but bothering Griselda

> Talk with a crew (Automotive Clubs)

You sit down with the Automotive Club, specifically with Ariel Chapman as they paint up the Panzer IV with the LGA emblem, something that Griselda allowed them to do on their spare time. “How are you guys taking to the Panzer IV?” you ask.

Ariel says, “It's great! Very gentle on us. Cookie has been learning to drive it little by little. We even take it out on trips to the store! And, we're the envy of all of our Cuban relatives over at the car meets now that we have our own tank!” She places her hand on her chest, grinning proudly. “I do believe us to be ready for the match with Hugo Gernsback.”

“Right, right. Uh...” You point your thumb to the Hellcat next to the tank, where the Automotive Fan Club all glare intensely at the Automotive Club (that's gonna get confusing) from the inside. “Is there gonna be a problem with that on the field.”

Benny pokes her head out of the commander's hatch. “Hopefully there will not be. The little putas wouldn't dare cross us.”

“Hey, screw you!” says Dalia. “Come match time, you'll be begging for our help! And when you do, we're not going to help you!”

“Now girls,” you say. “This is supposed to be a team we're building. I know you two have your... very odd and weird differences regarding cars. But we're on a tank team. None of that matters now.”

The Automotive Fan Club turns their back on the Automotive Club, and the Automotive Club does the same.

Ugh.

> Hang around with your crew.
> Visit Griselda in her Office
> Talk with a crew (Which?)
> Call Someone (Who?)
> Talk a walk around outside
> Other

>>683962

> Hang around with your crew.

we need to get our crew pulling together

>>684211
>Hang around with your crew.
Looks like their loyalty quest will be about putting their differences behind.

>>684211
> Hang around with your crew.

>>684211
>> Hang around with your crew.

>>684211
> Hang around with your crew.
We should pitch painting Oliver up with some fancy camo or something, it'll be a nice little team exercise. Or maybe just kill marks on the side of turret and use a shitload of hessian strips for the camo part.

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>>684211
>Hang around with your crew.

Spend time with them. Lord knows we won't have much time for it next week

>>684211
> Hang around with your crew.
Gerz. Lots of issues for us all to take care of. Crews, Gris-Gris our own friendships...may as well go with an easy task.

> Hang around with your crew.

After everyone has discarded their bowls to be cleaned by the Junior Historians, as they graciously volunteered to do, you decide to spend some of the night with your crew. “So, girls.” They all sit around and lie back on the turret, lazing about. “Everyone have a good day at least?”

“Yep,” says Stack. “I think we should be ready to take on my sisters whenever you feel ready, Ellie.”

“Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, we'll see, Stack.” Stack nods. “Do you know what tanks we're going to be using?”

“Not yet.” Stack rubs her chin a little. “But we'll see soon enough.”

Josephina raises her hand. “Elodie, can I tell you an idea that I had?” You nod. “Well, perhaps we could start upgrading Oliver into a much tougher Cromwell. Improve his engine, and uparmor him. I hear there may even be some good variants we can build the chassis off of.”

“I'm not sure a Challenger or a Comet are in our budget though,” says Ingrid. Josephina nods at that.

Winona raises her hands. “Much as I like to talk about tanks, can we just point out that Ellie finally has free time to spend with us and we're squandering it by just goofing around about tanks!?” They all stare at Winona. “Come on! We should take advantage of this! We should watch a movie, or- or- we could break out a video game or two! Or maybe we could...” She holds up an empty bottle. “Spin the bottle!”

“Isn't spin the bottle a little too lewd for Ellie?” asks Stack. Winona grins even more widely. “Yeah, let's not.” Winona frowns.

> Watch a movie
> Play some video games
> “Oliver is actually looking a little dirty. Let's break out the hoses and the soap.”
> Other

>>684461
>> Play some video games

>>684461
>Spin it, big girl

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>>684461
> Play some video games
I think we've earned an easy night.

>>684461
>>Spin it, big girl

>>684461
> Play some video games
Its time to bond. Lets do it with vidya games. Its the least we can do with to support with Winona.

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>>684461
> Play some video games

Actively bond with our crew. Break out the sugary snacks and soda!

>>684461
> Play some video games

>>684461
Vidya gaems.

Blow her mind with 3d graphics.

>>684461
Look at the tank line up.

We have not studied anything about our tanks.

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>>684553
>3d

But Anon, Ellie's only got double d's

>>684592
>Isnt she's 32G by american standard?

>>684461

> Play some video games

but... What system do we own?

> Play some video games

-

-

You and the crew wheeled in a TV to play on the fanciest console you've ever seen, an Xbox 360. “What do the Junior Historians have to play?” asks Ingrid.

“They have the Modern Warfare series, they've got all the Halos,” says Stack. “They've got FIFA, they've got Mass Effect 3, they got FORZA...” Stack pours all the games out of the dufflebag, making you all gasp at the sheer immensity of their video gaming library. So this is what they do when they're not being historians. “Yeah, there's a lot to choose from.”

“Let's just do something simple,” says Winona. “Oooooh! Let's do Modern Warfare 2 Spec Ops! I liked to play that back home! You wanna do it, Ellie?”

“Um, I never played on a console like this.” You marvel at the 360. It's so sleek!

“Oh, you have to play then!” She hands you a controller and wow. You marvel at it in your hands as well. Good god, this is thing is so ergonomic. And the analog sticks as well. And the buttons! Wow! This thing must have cost thousands of dollars! Who can afford a console like this!? The game starts up on the TV as Ingrid, Josephina, and Stack gather around you and Winona. “Okay, so we'll do something pretty simple...” She shuffles through all the Spec Ops missions. It appears the Junior Historians have 100 percented everything, allowing you a wide variety of missions. “Let's do this one, it's a simple hold-the-line kind of deal with the Predator missiles.”

“Alright,” you say.

The two of you load up into the game and HOLY SHIT. These graphics are amazing! You've seen lots of gaming stuff in magazines, but seeing it all in motion. You twirl the sticks around, moving and weaving about. “Whoa,” you say.

“Okay, so right trigger fires, left aims, push in on the left stick to crouch, right stick is melee, left and right bumpers are your grenades, B is reload, Y is switching weapons, X to use stuff, and A to jump.” Okay, okay. You got this.

The two of you are on top of a building in a snowy little industrial area. “Okay, we got enemies incoming.” Shit. “Ellie, pick up that laptop, that controls the Predator missiles.” Oooooh. You pick it up, and immediately open the laptop. “Okay, Ellie! I'm leaving the Predator missiles to you, aim for the groups.”

Okay, okay, okay, you got this. You squint. It's... actually a little hard to see anything. White on grey screen. Damn it. Uh...

> There's a group of two people on that building, they must be snipers. KILL THEM.
> There's a group of five moving up the road. KILL THEM.
> “Fuck the Predators, I wanna use that machine gun.”
> Other

>>684730
Nintendo wasn't it?

>>684738
>> There's a group of two people on that building, they must be snipers. KILL THEM.

>>684738
> There's a group of two people on that building, they must be snipers. KILL THEM.

>>684738
>There's a group of two people on that building, they must be snipers. KILL THEM.
RAMIREZ! THERE'S ONE BY THE BLACK CAR!

>>684837
Just imagine how much Gertrude yells that whenever playing vidya with her crew.

>>684738
>There's a group of two people on that building, they must be snipers. KILL THEM.

>>684738
>> There's a group of two people on that building, they must be snipers. KILL THEM.

Little did Anons know that the two spots on the building were Winona and ourselves. We just killed ourselves.

WINNER: reading comprehension.

>>684885
This

>>684885
I thought that was obvious.

>>684885
Hahahahah....crap.

>>684885
I actually did realise but figured it would far more appropriate and amusing for Elodie.

Ha. i was planning the same thing. But it looks like anons hate of snipers has done it for me.

> There's a group of two people on that building, they must be snipers. KILL THEM.

“I'm launching a Predator Missile now!” You fire a Predator Missile at the building with the two snipers on it. The camera starts to zoom in on them, rocket fury closing in on two enemies who'd dare to attack from such distance! Ha ha!

“Wait, what's that noise?” asks Winona.

The two of you are immediately pasted by a rocket from nowhere. MISSION FAILED.

…

Winona looks at you. “Did you just fire a Predator Missile at us?”

“Uh.” You blink. Wait. Wait, that's not fair. There were two snipers but- were-... oh. Wait. Um. You cough a bit. “Y-... I think I did.” Stack hugs you from behind, burying her face in your back as she struggles not to burst out laughing. Josephina as well buries her face in her hands, trying desperately not to laugh as well.

Winona and Ingrid meanwhile burst out at the seams. “AHAHAHA! YOU IDIOT!” yells Ingrid. “You just blasted yourselves! Before you even saw anybody!” Ingrid hugs a flailing Winona as you sit there, blushing deeply.

“Ah- ah... shut up!” you yell. “It was a simple mistake.”

“E-... enemies are marked by a red square!” Winona cries through tears and laughter.

…

> “Can we try again?”
> “Screw this!”
> “STOP LAUGHING AT ME!”
> Other

>>684979
>“Can we try again?”

>>684979
> “Can we try again?”

>>684979
>“Can we try again?”
We won't let this defeat us!

>>684979
>> “Can we try again?”

>>684979
> “STOP LAUGHING AT ME!”
Futilely attempt to stem the flow of mockery.

>>684979

> “Can we try again?”

Bad guys are red... Anything else?

>>684979
>> “Can we try again?”

>>684979
“Can we try again?”

> “Can we try again?”

You sigh. “Can we try again, Winona?” Winona giggles, grabbing you as and laughing into your shoulder. “Seriously, I think we deserve another run. I'd especially like to actually kill somebody other than ourselves.”

Winona laughs madly, nodding, her face still in your shoulder. “Okay! Okay! We can do that!” She picks up her controller. “Oh God! I'm gonna die, wow!” She waves her hand in front of her face, fanning herself as the rest of the crew dies around you. “Jesus Christ, Ellie, where the hell did that come from!?”

“Look, I'm not used to these kinds of games, okay!?” you explain. “Everything's so 3D!”

Winona waves it off. “Okay, okay! Let's do another round! Ahahaha!” She wipes some tears from her eyes. “Let's do another round!”

> + 5 MORALE TO WINONA

-

-

There was still more reason to laugh at you it seems. Even though you managed to figure out how to aim and how to shoot, you still couldn't for the life of you adjust to having to use the analog sticks to look and move at the same time. What really got Stack going was that you'd move but not look anywhere, then stop, look to where you wanted to go, then went without looking around even if people were shooting you. “Ellie, why are you so bad at video games!?”

In the end, you didn't kill a single person and Winona had to basically kill everyone on your behalf.

You sigh. “Well, I have better things to do than play video games you know. Just-” Ugh! Why is this so frustrating and yet so fun! If you had time, you'd try to practice this! “Whatever.”

Winona leans over, resting on her side. “I can't do this anymore! It's too funny! I can't, I can't, Ellie, you're going to kill me!” You take your pillow and slap it over Winona's face. “Ow, ahaha! Agh! Why!? Aaaahhh!”

-

-

After several more rounds where you finally managed to kill a few people, the night started to dawn. “We'll be taking this back!” says Patton. “And you better not have messed with any of our rankings!” They wheel the TV, Xbox 360, and massive pile of games away from your tank.

Winona hugs you however as you lay your sleeping bag out on the floor. She continues laughing outrageously. “Why are you so terrible at video games but so good at everything else!?”

“Look. I've only ever played on my one console,” you say. “Okay!?”

“I can't take it, you're so cute, Ellie! You're like a monkey trying to figure things out!” she says between gasps, hiccups, and laughter. Even the other crewmembers bury their faces into their pillows, trying desperately not to laugh at you. “Oh God, you're gonna keep me up all night! And not in the way I was expecting!”

You roll your eyes. “Are you done humiliating me?”

“Yes, yes...” She lets go of you. “Good night, Ellie!” She pats your head, then crawls on over to her sleeping bag. Ugh, so embarrassing!

You need to make time to get good at video games.

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>>685246
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2M7QwHnVXQ

That's it for tonight and this weekend. Unfortunately, if you were expecting a sidestory after this thread, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you because a multi-tude of distractions plus another writing arrangement prevented me from actually writing it. Maybe tomorrow afternoon at the earliest or next thread at the latest. We'll see.

Tomorrow though is a pilot thread for Star Wars: Kuat Collection Quest. Yaaay for Columbus Day.

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>>685263
Good thread GS. We have a lot of work to do for the team but we'll get there. Little by little.

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>>685263
Thanks for running Schteel. Don't think I'll be able to make Star Wars Shipsluts live but I have great expectations.

>>685263
Thanks for writing GS.

>tfw my team is always, ALWAYS, made of 14 Elodies, regardless of tier or number of battles played

Tanks for running.

On another note do we have a standard tank mark? I'm assuming a Fleur de les on a track guard or something like that.

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>>685341
It's usually a Fleur-De-Lis somewhere visible on the tank.

>>685263
Thanks for running.

>>685263
Thanks for the fun, Boss.