>>1099254
>> “Forget this, I'm heading to work.”
>Ask the survival team and have them set the anti-air defenses.

Might as well prepare for the worse.

>>1099254
> “Forget this, I'm heading to work.”

>>1099265
Remember they had machine guns and that 88mm.

We can do this.

>>1099254
> Keep listening. (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)

I am very dissapointed in everyone last thread, and I hope that this is solved this thread by Gris and Jack and nobody moans about it.

With all that out of the way, I vote for more training and sidequests, especially since Nona had a new part for us to see.

Also I hope this goes better than my screening of GuP der Film at my theater. They got a bum Blu-Ray disc and it stuttered during the start of the second battle and then stopped completely near the end and we couldn't finish it.

>>1099254
>> Keep listening. (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)
>> Other
Ask Denise if there some work we can do from here.

>>1099291
Was it at least subbed instead of dubbed?

>>1099291
Why are you disappointed? We did everything we could but the coach is a dick and Jack's a hypocrite.

>>1099291
Not to mention german got sleepy and said fuck it

>>1099300
Nah, it was dubbed. It was better than I expected based off of my minute and a half of watching the series dubbed. Lot of meh performances, but Yukari, Rosehip, Darjeeling, all of Kursk and Fukuda were good.

>>1099304
Because nobody wanted to hold any quarter during negotiations. The coach is right, we basically argued against a deal by saying 'do the same thing as before'

People were letting their emotions get way too far ahead of them in negotiation.

>>1099315
Anyways, I'm going to just say we stop this discussion for now, we just started and would rather this didn't get heated at the beginning of thread.

I didn't like what happened, I wanted comprimise and that's about all that can be said.

>>1099315
and we had reasons why we couldn't have LGA sponsor them but german didn't see the reasoning behind it

and us being emotional? Yeah your right but for fuck sake I blame Griselda and them.

I don't mind the bombing but its apparent that they don't give a shit on who they do it to and buzzing our girls.

>>1099327
Kind of hard to find a compromise.

Griselda will cave,

>>1099291
> Bum Blu-ray

Victoria?

>>1099360
Small world, huh?

>>1099254
>> Keep listening. (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)
>> Other
Get the survivalist team to set up air defenses.

>>1099363
The anon has been named!

>>1099373
Nope. Sorry.

>>1099254
> “Forget this, I'm heading to work.”

>>1099363

Neat!

Yeah, it was bullshit that we got screwed out of a showing. We should fire off complaints to Cineplex and Sentai Filmworks.

Just "Hey, we wanted to see this and something was defective. Shit sucks get your act together."

Might get another showing or something out of it.

>>1099379
City name not personal name

>>1099385
For what it is worth, it's not likely the theater's fault. They get whatever they were given and the guy had little trouble running it the day before in testing. In this case, Eleven Arts and Sentai are probably the better targets. End of the day, I'm not as fussed. Got in for free because of a friend, so it's not the end of the world for me.

Wouldn't be against another showing though I doubt it will happen.

>>1099254
> Keep listening. (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)
Honestly I think it might be better OOC if we just walked away and let this get sorted off-screen, but IC, it wouldn't be a very good look for Ellie.

> Keep listening. (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)

You keep on waiting around for another hour, deciding for now to take a vacation day to maybe help Winona work on her tank or help anybody else who might need you. But still, none of you hear anything useful from the position you're at, only now can you speculate what's even happening inside the room. Maybe they're arguing intensely, maybe they're coming to a polite compromise.

Maybe they're even kissing and making out in there! Eugh.

…

Finally, the two exit the office. “And get the fuck out of my hangar you fucking jackrabbiting fuckknuckled cumbag,” says Griselda in a very flavorful tone. Oh jeez. Things didn't go well it seems. Jack holds up his hands defensively, stepping out with a blank expression and without another word. Everyone watches him leave, then immediately crowds around Griselda. “What the-”

“What did he say?” you ask.

“Did he ask for the sponsors?” asks Iris.

“Are they gonna keep the bombing up?” asks Serafina.

“Did he ask you out on a date!?” asks Giap. Everyone glares at her. “... what? I- it's a legit question.” She twiddles her thumbs, blushing a little bit. “Nevermind.”

Griselda pushes everyone away, stepping out to the hangar. “No, nothing happened. We talked about the deal. We came to a solution. He stops the bombing entirely. They will keep practice to themselves, stop buzzing people, and they will leave LGA when the month is up.” Oh? “Elodie, Iris, I'll talk to you later about that. I am nursing the biggest headache of my life otherwise I'd tell you now. But for now, everyone fuck off out of the hangar. I have to teach the Survivalists how to drive a tank.”

Realizing what that means, everyone bugs out of the hangar immediately besides Griselda and the Survivalists. Denise waits outside for you, smiling. “Hey, Ellie! What shall we do today?”

> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Hang out with a crewmember (Who?)
> Drive around LGA for a little bit.
> Other

>>1099465
> Embark on a Subquest

It's Nona time!

>Jack holds up his hands defensively, stepping out with a blank expression and without another word.
As always I'll say it, poor Jack. Guess the relationship is on hold for now.

We'll have to look into that later when completing Jockey's subquest.

>>1099465
> Hang out with a crewmember (Ingrid)
It's been ages since we had some time to just get to know any of our crewmembers.

>>1099484
Actually, yeah lets hang out with our other crewmembers first before going on quests.

> Hang out with a crewmember (Ingrid)

Though I'm not against Josophina either.

>>1099465
>> Hang out with a crewmember (Ingrid or Tall Jo)

>>1099465
Support for these anons >>1099503 >>1099484

She's still the weakest of our team

We should soon attend to Stack's morale, also

>>1099526
I have a feeling that the morale numbers are a little off. Especially given the absolute clean sweep we had last weekend.

We'll let GS determine if the levels are still where they are.

>>1099465
>>1099480
This, I want these side quest done.

>>1099465
>> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
Help finish her monster tank

>>1099465
> Hang out with a crewmember (Ingrid)

> Hang out with a crewmember (Ingrid)

“Oh? You want to hang out?” asks Ingrid.

“Yeah,” you say. “I got some time. Figure I can get to know you a little better.”

“Sure.” Ingrid smiles, then motions to Josephina as she wipes a mark off of Oliver with a rag. “Do you mind if Josie comes along too? She's uh... I try to include her when I can. She doesn't have too many friends outside our crew.” You nod. That's a shame actually. But you won't argue it.

-

-

Ingrid's choice of hanging out involves playing catch out in the park. She's changed out into some sporty shorts and a plain t-shirt along with a Giants baseball jersey, that of Madison Bumgarner. Whoever he is, he has the most sorry name you ever heard. It seems all that time in Tankery has definitely made her stronger, she can actually deliver the ball some distance now. Though her throws don't have a lot of bite to them. You understand though, this is for sport. Denise and Josephina sit by the side, snacking on some chips as they watch your bags. “Beautiful day for a catch,” says Ingrid.

“Yeah.” You receive the ball from her, then toss it back.

“Okay, hold on.” She sets her feet, planting them down firmly. “I'm going to give you a curveball!” Oh jeez. Here it comes now! She kicks her leg up, then immediately fires it at you. It softly lands in your glove. The only thing curving in that was your expectations for it. Huh. “Ha! You see any movement, Ellie?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1099672
> Polite
You're getting better at this

>>1099672
>> Polite

>>1099672
> Polite
Baby steps to giant strides.

>>1099672
>Polite

>>1099672
> Polite
Its a good time to be impressed with her growth!

>>1099672
> Polite

> Polite

“Baby steps, Ingrid.” You lob it back to her. “But you're really growing. Last I remember playing catch you could barely throw the ball.” Ingrid giggles at that thought. At least she takes it like a champ. She lobs it back to you. “Maybe you could play for LGA's baseball team, get drafted by the Yankees or something.” Ingrid's smile drops a little, but she tosses it back in due time.

“Yeah, maybe,” says Ingrid. “I hear your parents are coming aboard.”

What? How did she hear that? “Where did you hear that?”

“Quartermasters,” she says. Oh. Them. “They gossip like they're babysitting toddlers.” You lob the ball back to her. “My mom is actually coming around to live with me too.”

“Is she?” you ask.

“Yeah, in a couple of days,” says Ingrid. Her smile drops completely. She tosses the ball back, this time a bit harder. “She's a really sweet woman, kind of distant but that's part of her work, you know?”

“Oh right, she's uh...” You purse your lips, trying to remember. “A mathematician?”

“A sabermetrics adviser,” she correct. “Basically she sees things other people don't. There's a whole layer to baseball that a lot of people miss, she helps with that by boiling the sport down to the basic numbers, finding the undervalued gems in the pool of rough cut diamonds.” You nod. “Was working with the Mets actually.”

“Oh? You like the Mets?” you ask.

She shrugs. “Mets are okay. I like them, my Dad works their concessions right now. But-...” She sighs a little, then tosses the ball back to you again.

“Something the matter?” you ask.

“Nah, nah. It's fine,” says Ingrid. She beats the inside of her glove, then grins at you. “Hey. Give me your best shot!” She kneels down, holding the glove up. “Come on! Right down the middle, I know you got some heat in there, Ellie!”

“Eh, I'm not sure...” You've never thrown a baseball that hard. You've seen people throw it hard but...

> Just lob it.
> Throw it as hard as you can.
> “Denise, throw this ball for me.”
> Other

>>1099844
> Throw it as hard as you can.
We have to try!

>>1099844
> Throw it as hard as you can.
She asked for it.

>>1099844
> Throw it as hard as you can.

>>1099844
>> Throw it as hard as you can.

>>1099844
>> Throw it as hard as you can.
It's Ingrid. Even if we do it badly, it won't matter, she'll be understanding

> Throw it as hard as you can.

You take a deep breath, then set yourself much like a pitcher would. You raise the glove up to your face, looking over the leather right at Ingrid. She crouches down, ready to receive. Denise and Josephina look on in anticipation. Here you go. You kick your leg up, then put your whole body behind this pitch. Hips, legs, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers. You sling the ball forward.

Right over Ingrid's head. She looks up and watches it go dunk in the lake in the behind her.

…

“Oh my God, I'm so sorry,” you say quickly. You walk up to her. Ingrid laughs out loud, rubbing her eyes a bit. “That- I hope those aren't expensive.”

“They're a couple of dollars a pop, it's fine,” she says. “But holy shit! You got some distance!” She nudges you, grinning. “You'd make a decent outfielder.” You smile a little. “And hey, you do treasure hunting. Maybe in like a century, maybe your descendant finds that ball and realizes 'oh my god, this was the ball that Elodie threw into Lake de Grasse! Sacre bleu, hon, hon!'”

“Why are my descendants french?” you ask.

“Cuz.” She shrugs, walking over to the bag. “I think that's enough catch for the day though.”

“Alright.” You hand off your glove to her. “Feeling alright?”

“Never better, why?” she asks.

“You seemed a bit um...” Denise hands you your bag, and Josephina helps Ingrid load hers as well. “I dunno the word, I want to be polite. It's-...”

“Oh, don't worry!” Ingrid looks at you, realizing what you mean. “Me and my Mom have an excellent relationship. We're just a bit distant as all. She has to work away from home, she travels with scouts a lot too. Heck, she personally scouts people sometimes but...” Ingrid shrugs a little. “I dunno.”

> “Hey, come around with me you can tell me about it.”
> “Well, alright. I won't pry.”
> Other

>>1099986
> “Well, alright. I won't pry.”
> "But I'm always here if you need someone to listen"

Most times we pry, it tends not to go too well.

>>1099986
>> “Well, alright. I won't pry.”

>>1099986
> “Well, alright. I won't pry.”

>>1099986
>> “Well, alright. I won't pry.”

>>1099986
> “Well, alright. I won't pry.”
> Other
"But if you ever do need to talk about it, I'm around."
Ingrid's one of those people who doesn't like to be pushed into things, but we should also let her know she can come to us about that sort of thing if she needs to.

>>1099986
>> “Well, alright. I won't pry.”
If you want to talk about it, I'm here. But I won't ask (again).

> “Well, alright. I won't pry.”

“Well, alright. I won't pry.” You smile at her however. “But if you need me, I'm around. Sometimes people need to talk, sometimes people need to listen, you know?” Ingrid takes a second to think on that, then she nods. She hefts up her bag, then the four of you start walking to the street.

Josephina says to you two, “Did you have a nice catch?”

“Yeah,” says Ingrid. “Sorry if we didn't-”

“No need!” Josephina motions to Denise. “Denise was actually telling me a funny story about her days as an investigator.” Ah, yes, her noir days. “Oui, I did not think of little Denise as a hard boiled Humphrey Bogarts type if I am honest.”

Denise smirks smugly, placing her hand on her ample chest. “I can play any role given to me at any time. I could even imitate Elodie!”

“Really?” asks Josephina. Ingrid also looks curious.

Denise nods, about to go full blast apparently, but your disapproving look silences her. “Ahaha... another time.” With that though, the two groups go their separate ways. But you feel that Ingrid and Josephina are that much happier spending some time with you and Denise at least.

> + 5 MORALE TO JOSEPHINA AND INGRID

Denise asks you, “Anywhere else to go today, Ellie?”

> To lunch.
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Go on a drive.
> Call Someone (Who?)
> Other

>>1100214
> To lunch.
> Other
Actually, call up Stack and Winona too. We never got a chance to break in that race track, after our lunch we should go down and do a few laps of it. I assume there's a few tankettes, lights or armoured/scout cars held by the track so we can race each other, and if there are armoured/scout cars we could even invite Jockey. Let's just have some fun today, decompress from all this stress and work we've got going on.

>>1100214
>>1100253
Sounds like a good plan

>>1100214

> Embark on a Subquest (The Happy Brainwave)

>>1100214
>> To lunch.

>>1100214
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
Winoa loyalty quest.

>>1100214
>Embark on a Subquest (The Happy Brainwave)

>>1100214
This gets my support>>1100314
>>1100341
>>1100384

Perhaps for brains we can recruit Abby Normal

> Embark on a Subquest (The Happy Brainwave)

-

-

You and Denise arrive at the garage where not only Winona and Athena are working, but also Huxley, Lisa, and Benny, along with a couple of other people are now working too. “Ellie!” Winona waves to you as she holds the lift for a massive engine being fitted to an enlarged and lengthened rear of the tank. It actually loses its rectangular form from above and is now more like a very full T. “Say hello to the Honeywell!” she says in a singsong manner.

“Nona!” yells Huxley. “Keep a hold of it! We almost got the bitch in!” Lisa and Benny jiggle and wrench the engine into place into the enlarged engine compartment. “Son of a fucking whore! Fucking... FUCK!”

Lisa looks up from other end of the tank. “Huxley, watch your language!”

“Fuck off, Lisa, this fucking engine-” There's a loud creaking noise as the engine starts to lower itself in. “Ah, okay, there we go, there we go! Let her down easy! Easy!” Winona slowly lets the crane lower down into the compartment. “Stop! Okay, Lisa, Benny, start wrenching this fat bitch in quick. Winona, I'll take over!” Huxley runs over to the crane, then holds it down for Winona to take a break.

“Isn't that the engine from an Abrams?” you ask.

“Yep. They're pretty common in Unlimited, but very expensive. But, my contact hooked me up at cheap cost! That engine was actually in a combat worthy Abrams,” she says. “Dunno why they scrapped it though.”

Athena says, “Conveniently... it was actually pretty cheap. Only a couple tens of Ks.” Oh? That's- actually incredibly cheap for a modern tank engine. “Ellie, can I talk to you in private real quick?” Athena leads you out of the garage, letting Winona tell Denise all about it. “Something's fucky about all this.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Isn't it strange that Winona is getting all of these parts for cheap?” asks Athena.

> “Well, now that you mention it.”
> “Of course not, she's the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Massachusetts.”
> “Are you implying something?”
> Other

>>1100634
> “Well, now that you mention it.”

I mean, maybe Perrine is throwing things at her? Hopefully she's not in some money laundering scheme.

>>1100634
>“Well, now that you mention it.”

>>1100634
> “Of course not, she's the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Massachusetts.”

>>1100634
> “Well, now that you mention it.”
Part of it makes sense given her family, but that has a limit.

>>1100634
>> “Well, now that you mention it.”

>>1100634
> “Are you implying something?”

> “Well, now that you mention it.”

“Well, now that you mention it.” You fold your arms, thinking on it. Mister Griffiths is pretty rich, he's pretty influential, hell he owns half the Boston Red Sox for crying out loud. “I mean, it makes sense that people would give her discounts based on her family, but there has to be a limit.”

“Mhm.” Athena places her hands on her hips, looking inside the garage. She goes over the new blueprints with Denise, who carefully examines it confusedly but attentively. “I just hope that whatever happens with her Dad doesn't shock her or anything. Winona strikes me as the type of girl that doesn't seem to realize life is good because her parents can make life good for her with just a bit of money. That's just me though.”

“What are you thinking?” you ask.

“I'm thinking we ask Winona's Dad, and if he is manipulating things, we tell him to stop.” Athena shrugs. “That's entirely up to you though, and probably up to Winona too. I imagine she wouldn't be happy if she realized Daddy was bending the rules for her.” With that, the two of you step back inside. Oh, Winona. What will you do if you realize that the rules were bent bent just for your sake?

Winona looks to you all. “Hey, guys! So Ellie, listen. Since the Honeywell was a bit too big for the Panzer IV, we've had to widen the chassis a little bit. But in order to save a bit of money, I decided to actually just embiggen the engine cabin rather than the entire chassis. But, that does mean we might have to think about four tracks rather than two. Like a Scorpion tank.” A what?

“Yeah, that's fine, Winona. Listen.” She blinks, smiling to you, waiting for you to tell her.

> “You ever think that things are a little too easy?”
> “Your Dad is probably making things cheap for you without you knowing.”
> “Nothing.”
> Other

>>1101077
>> “You ever think that things are a little too easy?"
Let her connect the dots by herselves

>>1101077
> “You ever think that things are a little too easy?”

>>1101077
>“Nothing.”
>"Also 'embiggen' isn't a word."
Can't tell a starry eyed girl Santa doesn't exist right on Christmas Eve. That kinda thing is fun, but I do like Winona too much to do that to her.

>>1101077
>> “You ever think that things are a little too easy?”

>>1101077
> “Nothing.”

>>1101077
> Other

Just curious, who's your supplier? Maybe we could get some tanks on the cheap.

>>1101077
>>1101231
this.

> “You ever think that things are a little too easy?”

“You ever think that things are a little too easy?” you ask. Winona blinks, her smile replaced by a contemplative expression. “I mean, think about it. Griselda has trouble maintaining our tanks as they are, from the factory as they were built. You're building a completely custom tank, and somehow you've spent less than a hundred thousand dollars I think. That is a real bargain, you know.”

“Well, you shouldn't say things are too easy,” she says. “That is when things get hard.”

“Just saying,” you say. You fold your arms, looking to the crew as they fix the engine in place. “It could be nothing but you know.” You shrug. “Just think about it.”

Winona nods slowly, then her eyes widen a little. “I'm gonna take a call real quick.” She pulls out her phone then steps out of the garage. You walk on over to the tank and see Athena, Huxley, Lisa, Benny, and Denise helping out in fixing it in.

“There we go!” Huxley pulls his blackened and greased up hands out. “I'd say she's fixed in and good to go. Now we just need to fix in the electrics. I imagine she'll want a powered turret instead of a handcranked one for the missiles. Then we can figure out transmission too.”

Athena nods. “Yeah. Once that's all in we can-”

“WHAT!?” You all look to Winona as she talks on her cell phone. “B- but, Daddy! This was supposed to be my project! I- I can't believe you'd go behind my back and do this to me! Wh- why would-... I know you love me, Daddy, please don't- Daddy! I-...” Winona sighs, pausing as she waits for her Dad's response. “I know, you try to make life easy for me, but- this was supposed to be something I wanted to do myself. I-... I can't just send all this stuff back now! Not after everything! … Well, Elodie told me.” Oh fuck. Everyone looks over at you. “Well, she didn't tell me per say, she said it seemed suspicious that things were so easy. I mean- Daddy, Christie spends millions on their Unlimited Program, I was even starting to get weirded out how cheap this tank was. C-... Daddy.” Winona grumbles severely. “I know, I know.” She sighs loudly, frustrated.

> - 50 MORALE TO WINONA

Huxley steps off the tank. “We should go,” he whispers. He, Lisa, Benny, Athena, and Denise make a hasty retreat into another garage.

“Yeah, Daddy.” Winona sighs, rubbing her forehead. “I know, I love you too, Daddy. Please, stay out of my things, okay? Okay. I'll let you know what we do with the Tank. Call you soon, Daddy.” She hangs up. She squeals a bit, stomping her foot angrily. “Ah! Mm!” She shoves her phone into her pocket and fumes around outside.

> “Winona? Are you okay?”
> Yeah, you should leave too.
> “You know, he was just trying to help.”
> Other

>>1101425
>“Winona? Are you okay?”

>>1101425
> “Winona? Are you okay?”

>>1101425
> “Winona? Are you okay?”

>>1101425
>> “Winona? Are you okay?”

>>1101425
>> “Winona? Are you okay?”

> “Winona? Are you okay?”

“Winona?” You step to her, calm and friendly. “Are you okay?”

“Ugh!” Winona stomps her foot again, pouting furiously. “Dad. Always trying... I know he loves me, so does Mom, they all love me. But it's like- I can't ever do anything on my own without them trying to intervene in my favor! You know, I was playing Little League once in school. Guess what Dad did to tip the odds in my favor!”

“What he do, bribe the umpires?” you ask.

“No! He hired Mo Vaughn, a retired baseball player to play for our team!” she says. What. “Turned the Little League game into a charity event so that even if I lost, we still won because we were raising money for cancer! You should've seen it, Mo was wailing on the other team's pitchers, he hit like twenty home runs! But that's beside the point, this happens every time I get close to wanting to do something myself and they- they ruin it! It... ugh...”

You fold your arms, sighing. “Well, at least you have parents who love you and want to see you succeed.”

“That-... I don't succeed if I don't do things myself! I don't want to be old money for the rest of my life! I don't want to go a big university because my parents paid for me to get in! I want to be rejected, I want to strike out every once in a while and- and this Tankery Unlimited stuff, they know it's important to me and they still...” She sighs, leaning over, looking at the ground. “Ellie, I'm tired. I just want to go goof off or something.” She huffs. “There's no point in this anymore.”

“Yes there is,” you say.

“How?” she asks sadly.

> “Okay, you're right, there isn't.”
> “As long you get one person interested in Unlimited, that was you, not them.”
> “You finish this tank, you'll show them that was you and us.”
> Other

>>1101763
> “As long you get one person interested in Unlimited, that was you, not them.”
> “You finish this tank, you'll show them that was you and us.”

>>1101763
This:>>1101784

>>1101763
Do this >>1101784

>>1101763
> “As long you get one person interested in Unlimited, that was you, not them.”
And as much as having the money helps, we're the ones who will be building, driving and fighting, not them. We'll be up against veteran schools who have spent millions on their machines.
You said this was your dream, are you really going to let it go just like that?

>>1101763
>> “As long you get one person interested in Unlimited, that was you, not them.”
>> “You finish this tank, you'll show them that was you and us.”

This was your design not theres. This came from your enthusiasm. Does Perrine quit half way even when she is discouraged? No!

>>1101763
Yeah, this >>1101784

> “As long you get one person interested in Unlimited, that was you, not them.”
> “You finish this tank, you'll show them that was you and us.”

“As long as you get one person interested in Unlimited, as long as you finish this tank, you'll show them that was you, not them. Just you and us working hard. They may have the money, but we have the determination. Don't let this get you down, Winona. Don't even let it slow you down.” She looks at you, a heavy frown on her face. “Come on.”

Winona takes a deep breath, then nods, hands on her hips. “Alright, Ellie.” She smiles a little at you. “I guess we can do that. But...” She looks to the engine, and to the tank. “Everyone's gone now. Plus, engine's already in too I hear. I think we're done for the day.” You nod at that. “How about I treat you to some dinner.”

“Alright,” you say.

-

-

You and Winona eat burgets at one of the diners around here on LGA. Some baskets of fries sit between you and her, and your milkshakes as well sit ready to be drank incase you need it. Winona is absolutely filthy from the work she's done today. Denise sits next to you, digging in as well. “So how did things go with Griselda?” asks Winona.

“I don't know,” you say. “I hope they went well.”

“They better have,” says Winona. “I don't want to pay the boys any money after what they've done.”

> “I'm sure Griselda had something nice planned for them.”
> “The boys aren't so bad once you get to know them.”
> “You got that right.”
> Other

>>1102121
>“You got that right.”
"When you take that tank out for a spin, be sure to invite me."

>>1102121
> “I'm sure Griselda had something nice planned for them.”

>>1102121
>> “I'm sure Griselda had something nice planned for them.”
> “The boys aren't so bad once you get to know them.”

>The Coach is a dick though.

>>1102121
> “I'm sure Griselda had something nice planned for them.”

>>1102121
> “You got that right.”

>>1102121
> “I'm sure Griselda had something nice planned for them.”

>>1102166
This is the best combo

> “I'm sure Griselda had something nice planned for them.”

You sigh. Boys. “I'm sure Griselda had something nice planned for them anyway.” It better not be any financial aid or something like that. You finish off your burger. “Maybe they get a shot at some free calendars or something.” Winona giggles a little at that. “Anyway, we should head to the hangar, it's gonna get late.”

“Yeah,” says Winona. She leaves a 20 on the table for the waitress, then the two of you stand up. “Just so you know though, Ellie. Thanks for helping me out with the Unlimited stuff.”

“It's fine,” you say.

“No. Really.” Winona places her hands on your arms, smiling proudly to you. “Not so many people like you in this world, believing in those who can't believe in themselves.” She sighs. “People like to say they're on your side but when the chips come down, they disappear. I don't imagine you would though.”

“Of course not. My parents would kill me if I ever left someone to hang,” you say simply. Winona giggles at that, then leads you out of the diner.

> + 30 MORALE TO WINONA

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You arrive at the hangar. Stack, Josephina, and Ingrid are busy washing Oliver the Cromwell for his next practice tomorrow. “Where are the Survivalists?” you ask Iris.

“Outside making camp. They seem to think digging holes is somehow more hardy than what we do currently.” You roll your eyes. “We won't know what tank they'll take until tomorrow though. I was just about to check in on Griselda, see what deal she made with the boys in regards to our painting situation. Did you want to come with?”

> “Sure.”
> “Not right now.”
> Other

>>1102390
>> “Sure.”
oh god i hope its nothing stupid and a win-win solution.

>>1102390
>“Sure.”

>>1102390
> “Sure.”

>>1102390
> “Sure.”
I just hope anon is reasonable with the outcome. Whatever it is.

>>1102390
>Sure
Might as well

>>1102390
>Oliver the Cromwell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBPf6P332uM

>>1102549
Yes, that is the reference. I mean the Cromwell tank is already named for him, completing it's hardly a stretch.

>>1102390
> “Sure.”

> “Sure.”

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“Oh?” Griselda sits at her desk, shuffling through papers. “You want to know the deal I made?”

“Yes,” you say. “It wasn't anything financial was it?”

“No,” she says. “We tried for a win-win situation though and the most we came to was a compromise.” Griselda places a paper down on the desk, glaring at you a little. “By the way, Ellie, what the fuck was up with you last night, asking that the bombings continue?” Uh. You blush a little. “Forget it. It's stupid anyway. The deal was that the boys stop the bombings, stop buzzing girls, keep practice to themselves, yadda yadda, all that.”

“And in exchange?” says Iris.

“In exchange, I help them seek out sponsors from other sources that are not LGA,” Griselda says simply. “And that the KDH Skycraft team also get to have homecooked meals by Giap and Penny the rest of the time they're here.” They've had Giap's meals. “Giap apparently cooks a really mean pho. Plus...” She leans back in her seat. “I did also promise them free issues of that calendar we're planning on making.”

“Oh?” Iris tilts her head, curious. “We're not doing anything lewd are we?”

Griselda stares at Iris. “Do you want to do something lewd?”

“W-...” Iris coughs, clearing her throat, a light pink to her cheeks. “No, I was clarifying, Griselda.”

“Good. Just tasteful pin ups. Let the boys jack off to whatever they fucking want.” Griselda slaps more papers aside. “And in the end, it won't matter much anyway, it's a niche product intended to raise money within this school, not out of it anyway.”

“When are we doing the calendar?” you ask.

“As soon as the photographers come,” says Griselda. “Probably either tomorrow or Friday. I want Friday though, no practice that day to get in the way. I'm sorry I didn't run this by you guys by I just wanted this fucking thing out of the fucking way. I hope this isn't detrimental to either of you.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1102723
> Polite
Sounds like a pretty good deal all things considered.

>>1102723
>> Polite

>>1102723
Iris is a perv isn't she?

>>1102769
One of her girls paints nude portraits of her. It's safe to say they're all a little repressed.

>>1102723
>Polite
Could've been worse I guess. But we do need to ask her if it's detrimental to HER.
It's our fault she has to do all that shit. We should really have looked for that engine somewhere else.

>>1102723
> Polite

>>1102723
> Polite
Although now we will have icky boys in our hanger regularly. Ew.

>>1102723
> Polite


Tasteful pinups are good. Lewd you can get anywhere.

We should autograph JJ's for him. And no one else's.

>>1102784
She does? How come we don't have a copy?

>>1102787
Nah, Giap and Penny are going to take Penny's trucks and serve them there. Hopefully.

So for us, do we go for a rosie the riveter look with our girls in similar get ups? Make it look like "mildly" sexy /playfull pin-ups?

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>>1102877
Backless, assless sweater that's all the rage recently

>>1102571
I was mostly posting it because I love the song and think you all should too.

>>1102796
Winona's, too. And our family's. And Caldwell's, because she's gonna want one.
Basically whoever asks. No special treatment to anyone.

>>1102877
Ten bucks say it's gonna end up as a vote, but I hope it's just the girls standing on or in front of their tanks. Maybe some shots of the tanks in action too.

>>1102877
We're an officer. We get an officers hat. and nothing else.

>>1102931
JJ gets special treatment because it will annoy all the other boys.

He gets lipstick autograph.

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>>1102915
hmmm.

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>>1102958

>>1102958
God damn.

>>1102958
Hot damn. That was quick

but not as fast as I would be...sadly

>>1102994
He actually posted it on twitter before the thread started, so you'd have to be pretty quick.

>>1102942
It will also make him think he's special.
Let's not be cruel to the guy. He gets the very same thing everyone gets.

>>1102958
Damn.

> Polite

“All in all, I think that's a pretty good deal. Could be worse anyway.” You fold your arms, looking down at Griselda as she works on her reports. “Question is, is it detrimental on you?”

“Pfft.” She rolls her eyes. “Please. I'm used to having to look for sponsors anyway. If they don't want me, and usually they don't, they might want an up and coming Skycraft team like KDH. Jack even offered to help me out with some of this paperwork but I told him to fuck off because I can barely trust him to do anything for himself. You know...” She places a paper down, looking at you two. “I think you two should be a little grateful that adults don't fuck everything up for us. We're in charge of our finances, of our actions in the team, of everything, and adults like Miss McPherson and the Roberts sisters, they're just there to monitor and train. I'd hate to be on some landlubber school.”

“You mean in,” says Iris.

“Yeah.” Griselda huffs. “Sometimes I feel sorry for Jack, he gets to play around with planes, but he doesn't get the kind of freedom we get. Whatever.” She shakes her head. “Anyway. I'm glad you two aren't hung up about it. Tomorrow's practice, so get some rest. Ellie.” You stand at attention. “Tomorrow, the Survivalists are going to take on the Jagdpanther, just completed restoration today. I was going to convert it into a Panther but we'll have to see how they do in there. SU-100 isn't ready just yet.”

“What about the swedish tank?” asks Iris.

“Meh. I'll figure out some use for it later,” says Griselda. “Ellie, tomorrow, please take care of the Survivalists for me. If you need help, Miss McPherson or the Roberts should be there to help too, okay?”

“Alright,” you say.

“Good.” She takes up her papers again, moving to work. Then she sees you two haven't left. “What are you two, Abbott and Costello? Do you need something else?”

> “If you need help with your papers, we can help.”
> “No, we'll go.”
> Other

>>1103139
>> “No, we'll go.”
For a moment i imagine Elo as paperwork addict and need her daily dose.

>>1103139
>“If you need help with your papers, we can help.”
I wonder if we can convert the 8.8 PaK 43 to the KwK version and use it on the converted Panther.
We'll need a Schmalturm, though. Didn't Winona have one of those?

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>>1103139
>“If you need help with your papers, we can help.”

Helping. Its what we do.

>>1103139
> “If you need help with your papers, we can help.”

>>1103139
> “No, we'll go.”

>>1103139
>> “If you need help with your papers, we can help.”

>>1103191
Never built, probably not tankery legal as it would've required major modifications to the turret to fit the gun. Besides which there would've been just about no room left in the turret with the 88s breach to actually work the gun.

>>1103139
> “No, we'll go.”
We can go deal with survivalists

> “If you need help with your papers, we can help.”

Griselda sighs when you say that, then says, “Fine. Pull up some chairs.” You smile at Iris, who simply shrugs and pulls up her own chair quietly. You grab your own. Pretty soon, the three of you have a system going for paperwork. You make the initial signatures, date everything, most of the actual paperwork stuff, Iris is on QC, then Griselda on final confirmation with her own signature. This process goes through pretty swimmingly, with Griselda taking quite a few breaks in between you and Iris doing much of the work.

Eventually though, you manage to get most of the paperwork. Iris yawns, then checks her watch. “Oh dear, it's almost 11 O'Clock. We better get to sleep soon.” Yeah, you should. You wipe your glasses a bit, then look at Griselda.

She's dozed off completely, sleeping on her desk. You and Iris glance at each other. Well, this sort of work is boring to those that don't like it. Though, you decide not to actually bother Griselda or wake her up. Instead, you grab her blanket from her cot that she has in the office, then drape it over her shoulders. Iris smiles, then pats Griselda on the head. “Good night, Griselda.” She turns around and walks out of the office.

You sigh as well, quietly. Then you move to the door. “Good night, Griselda.” You shut off the lights, and let her slumber soundly in the dark.

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>>1103578
That's it for tonight's LGA2. Hope you all enjoyed. We'll be back tomorrow for more.

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>>1103587
Forgot all this.

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See you next time.

Also shoutout to mangafag for that lewd Elodie. Not that Elodie is for lewds or anything.

>>1103587
Thanks for running boss.

>>1103578
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>1103602
thanks for running boss.

>>1103602
Thanks boss. Felt good about this thread!