>>1200896
>>Better let the Admiral handle this.

>>1200896

>Go meet the President!
hopefully he can dodge torpedoes from clumsy DDs

>>1200896
>Go meet the President!

>>1200896
>>Go meet the President!

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>>1200896
>>Better let the Admiral handle this.
TIME FOR BOATS!
Pic related: One half of the counterparts of the USN lewdmarines. Have you hugged your Hitomi today?

>>1200896
>Go meet the President!
"Gee, I sure hope none of the girls decide to show up and ruin everything," the Admiral thought to himself, though he already knew it in his heart to be inevitable.

>>1200977
Does she flap those "ears" when she's happy?

>>1200896
>Go meet the President!

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>>1200991

>>1200977
>Not posting the one that didn't get sunk halfway

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>>1201030
Here's your Iyo

>>1200896
>Better let the Admiral handle this.

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>>1201056
>>1200977
subs a cute

>>1200896
>Go meet the President!

>>1200981
The Admiral is pretty chill compared to the Captain. I bet he was retired or in the reserve before the whole Abyssal shit happened.

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>>1200896
"Come on, then!" You grin as you take the initiative, tugging Paz along by the hand towards the area Air Force One is being parked at.

"W-wait for me!" Anna yelps, trying to keep up with your destroyer speed.

Already, there's quite a crowd at the foot of Air Force One, though they were mostly Secret Service guards and a lot of MPs. The Admiral of course was there, and it turned out Sam was also present at his side. She gives you a wink and thumbs up when she sees you approach.

The MPs do nothing to stop you, Anna, and Paz. They've been operating in this base long enough to know not to get in a shipgirl's way. However, the Secret Service guys start to move to block you before a cautionary wave of the Admiral's hand cows them.

And that's when the President makes his appearance, sauntering down the mobile stairs with an air and confidence every American President should have. His gaze meets yours and he smiles.

"Well what do you know, if it isn't Hoel!" He laughs as she shakes your hand vigorously. He then turns to Anna and does the same to her. "And... Annapolis, am I correct?"

"Y--you know my name?!" Anna's face turns a light tinge of red.

"I make it a habit to know every shipgirl under my command!" The President chortles and he turns to Paz. "Unfortunately, I don't quite recall you, miss...?"

"Pacifica!" Paz chirps as she enthusiastically shakes the President's hand. "It's an honor to meet you, sir!"

"Ah, I'll have to keep that in mind!" He laughs as he gently shoves away an aide attempting to whisper something to him. "Admiral, I didn't expect such a gracious welcome party!"

"It was just a coincidence." The Admiral sighs. "Though I must point out, your arrival here was... unexpected."

"I gave you advance notice didn't I?" The President grins as he gives Sammy a fistbump. Apparently they were on familiar terms?

"Barely 24 hours." The Admiral clarifies. "And I wasn't told much else."

"Ah, you know how all those security boys are." The President rolls his eyes. "Can't transmit too much over the airwaves! Don't know how much the Abyssals are listening to!"

"Well, you can tell us in person now." The Admiral sighs, obviously wanting to waste his time on more important matters.

"Well, it's simple!" The President grins. "We're celebrating the liberation of Singapore! It's the first major naval victory in the Asian theater since, well, the war began!"

>A party? Sweet!
>Isn't it a bit too early to be celebrating?
>Other

>>1201175
>>A party? Sweet!

>>1201175
>A party? Sweet!

>>1201175
>>A party? Sweet!

>>1201175
>>A party? Sweet!
Is he planning to unfurled a huge "Mission Accomplished" banner on Saratoga's stern?

>>1201175
>>A party? Sweet!

>>1201175
>>Isn't it a bit too early to be celebrating?

>>1201175
>A party? Sweet!

>>1201175
Say isn't the Anna greeting the same when they met before the Abyssal terrorist on the sail ship?

>>1201223
Piloting the Metal Wolf must have caused some short term memory loss

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>>1201175
"A party? Sweet!" Your eyes shine. "Who's invited?!"

"Everyone!" The President laughs.

"That includes me! Yay!" Paz jumps in the air in celebration.

"I don't believe this is the proper time for a celebration." The Admiral groans.

"It's the perfect time!" The President's apparent cheer seems to melt away instantly. His smile was still there but it wasn't the exuberant one he liked flashing around all the time. It seemed more... cold and deliberate. "With a big victory like this behind our backs, we might finally be able to get China and Russia to get off their asses and do something."

"You invited them, too." The Admiral shakes his head. "Without telling me."

"Hey, don't worry!" The President pats the Admiral on the shoulder. "I know you're a busy guy, so I already got all the particulars handled. The venue, the invitations, and the catering! It'll be great!"

"I hope I'm not on that invitation list." The Admiral grumbles. Seems like he really wasn't looking forward to this.

"I didn't take you for the shy type!" The President chortles.

"I'd prefer to be leading efforts to consolidate our hold on Singapore rather than... rubbing shoulders with politicians." The Admiral tries to word his distaste for diplomatic functions as diplomatically as he could.

>The Admiral's a busy guy.
>The Admiral totally needs a break.
>Other

>>1201299
>>The Admiral totally needs a break.

>>1201299
>The Admiral's a busy guy.
>>Other
Delegate the stuff to the Captain, it'll help when he eventually gets considered for flag rank.
Also are China and Russia going to fare against Abyssals? Any Chinese shipgirls are going to be ex-Russian and the Russian shipgirls have gone AWOL to form their own nation

>>1201299
>>The Admiral's a busy guy.

>>1201327
Second this

>>1201299
>>Other
It's part of the job Admiral. Gotta perk up the homefront and reassure the politicians not to do something stupid like move our ships to the Atlantic or something

>>1201299

>The Admiral's a busy guy.

So what's this show's target audience?

>>1201299
>The Admiral's a busy guy.

>>1201299
>The Admiral's a busy guy.

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>>1201299
"Ah, well, the Admiral really is a busy guy." You slide in to give your commander an assist. "I mean, Singapore was HUGE. Super huge."

"Y-yeah!" Anna joins in. "There's still so much work to be done! There's still all the rogue Abyssal pockets and the reconstruction to take care of!"

"Hmmmm, I suppose you're right." The President puts a hand to his chin. "And you always were kinda a sour apple at these things."

You give a sly wink to the Admiral and he gives a glum look back. He owes you one now and the both of you know it.

"Say! How about this!" The President brightens up. "That Captain of yours can sub in for you, right? He's caught a lot of eyes in the right places. Seeing him there would be a huge boost not only to our rep, but his as well!"

"Hmmmm..." The Admiral pauses, wondering if he should offer up his own subordinate as a sacrifice.

>War is hell. Sacrifices must be made.
>It's not worth it!
>Other

>>1201444
>>War is hell. Sacrifices must be made.

"I'm sure the Captain and North Carolina would love to attend! They were instrumental in the liberation after all..."

Evil grin.

>>1201444
>>War is hell. Sacrifices must be made.

>>1201444
>>War is hell. Sacrifices must be made.
>>"Besides, he owes us."

>>1201444
>War is hell. Sacrifices must be made.

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>>1201382
Older teenage boys and girls, even adults! plus idol fans

>>1201444
>>War is hell. Sacrifices must be made.

>>1201444
>>War is hell. Sacrifices must be made.

>>1201444
>War is hell. Sacrifices must be made.

>>1201444
>War is hell. Sacrifices must be made

And North Carolina.

We have made our sacrifice.

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>>1201483
Let's face it, we all know it's designed to gouge people for their otaku bucks

Cyberidols figurine collection

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>>1201444
You give the Admiral a knowing nod. As a commander, he knew that war was hell, and sometimes, not everybody made it home alive.

"I'm sure the Captain would love to attend!" The Admiral replies with plastic cheer.

"Oh, and uh, North Carolina's gonna be there, right?" The President winks. "They're always so photogenic together!! It'll look great on the papers!"

"I'm sure that can be arranged." The Admiral nods with his plaster smile.

"Great! Then it's decided, then!" The President gives an enthusiastic clap. "I'm gonna go on ahead to make sure the caterers don't fuck the food up. Just be sure to be dressed and ready to go at 5pm."

"What's the dress code?" Sam asks.

"Something snazzy!" The President says vaguely as he hurries off to his waiting limo. It and the veritable convoy of Secret Service escorts then drive off.

"He always loves jumping in feet first." The Admiral sighs and turns to Sam. "Sammy, I'll leave it to you to get the word out."

"Roger!" Sam salutes. "Hey, Paz, why don't ya come with me? I don't think ya got any proper clothes for this sort of thing, and I happen to know a few guys who can get that sort of stuff done fast."

"I get to dress up with Little Sis!" Paz's eyes light up. "Okay!"

"I'll be borrowing her for a bit, then." Sam grins at you. "I'll let ya and Anna plan out yer evening~!"

She then cackles as she and Paz hop into a nearby jeep. Paz starts cackling with her, despite not really understanding why Sam was doing it.

Goddamn Sam, that cheeky cunt.

"Ohmygosh, Hoel." Anna puts her hands to her cheeks. "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO WEAR?!?"

>Regular uniform.
>Dress blues.
>Something fancy.
>Other

>>1201566
>>Something fancy.
Evening Dress with opera gloves!

>>1201566
>>Dress blues

Would make her look handsome to the others

>>1201566
>>Dress blues.

>>1201566
>Something fancy.

>Dress blues.

... or if Anna insists,
>Something fancy

>>1201566
>>Something fancy.
The President said Snazzy, so who are we to disagree?

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>>1201483
>>1201558
All to pay for P-san's wedding.

>>1201566
>Something fancy.
Ask Yams if she can help us choose.

>>1201566
>Something fancy.

Are we going to break into song for CDs?

>>1201566
>>Dress blues.

>>1201566
>>Dress blues.
With a bat!

I'm guessing the following:
Service dress white for CVs and CVLs,
Service dress blue for BBs
Crackerjacks for CLs, CAs and DDs
Sammy gets USMC dress blues

>>1201603
man its a party why we gotta be in uniform

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>>1201566

>(Dinner) Dress Blues
Pic related

>>1201566
>Dress blues.

>>1201566
>Something fancy

>>1201612
Because shipgirls are still considered service members.

>>1201558
>Something fancy

>Dress Blues
Damn i just finished my first event even though its my 1st month playing this game although i didnt get i-13 yet maybe ill farm her

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>>1201566
"Eeeeeh, I suppose we can just use our normal dress blues." You shrug. "That's what they're for, aren't they?"

"Mhm!" Anna nods. "Ah, I suppose it would be too much trouble to find a fancy dress or gown on such short notice."

You raise an eyebrow.

"W-what?" Anna's face reddens. "Girls are allowed to dress up, right?"

"I just didn't expect to hear that come from you!" You giggle.

"S-stop it!" Anna pouts.

"ATTENTION ALL SHIPGIRLS." You hear Sam's voice boom over the base intercom. "THERE WILL BE A FORMAL EVENT STARTING AT 1700. SEATING ARRANGEMENTS WILL BE POSTED. ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY. FORMAL DRESS CODE IS IN EFFECT."

Even before the intercom clicks off, you can hear the buzz around the base. Obviously that caught everybody by surprise. But you could feel excitement brewing int he air, too. For many of the shipgirls, including you, this would be your first big formal event. It was an important thing!

>Go check seating arrangements.
>Better go get dressed.
>Go see how the others are reacting to this.
>Other

>>1201695
>>Better go get dressed.

>>1201695
>Better go get dressed.
>Other

Go find a fancy gown for Anna on short notice

>>1201695
>Go see how the others are reacting to this

Let's check in on the little ones, ous sisters, and the brits.

>>1201695
>>Go see how the others are reacting to this.

>>1201695
>>Better go get dressed.

>>1201695
>Go see how the others are reacting to this.

>>1201695
>>Go see how the others are reacting to this.

>>1201664
Make sure you bring some depth charges and sonars. Apparently they let you deal bonus damage

>>1201695
>Better go get dressed.

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>>1201695
Looks like we've got a tie here, so we'll have to roll it off!

1. Dress
2. See the others

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>>1201745
"Come on, let's go get dressed!" You say.

"R-right!" Anna nods.

The two of you hurry back to the dorms, where you both briefly go your separate ways to your owns rooms. You enter yours to find Heerman and Johnston already stripped out of their regular uniforms and dressing in their navy blues. Heerman seems to have gotten into hers with no issues, but Johnston was having... problems.

"I don't think they sized it right." Johnston frowns. "The chest feels a little too tight."

"A little?" You raise an eyebrow. Judging from how the top buttons in Johnston's shirt were vibrating rapidly every time she shifted around, it looked like her shirt was ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

Goddamn Johnston.

"This looks fine, right?" Johnston asks you.

>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.
>Naaaaaah, it's totally fine.
>Other

>>1201760
>>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.

Not Portland!

>>1201760
>Naaaaaah, it's totally fine.

>>1201760
>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.

OUR SISTER'S INNOCENCE SHALL NOT BE RISKED!

>>1201769
You're totally aiming for a wawrdrobe malfunction aren't you?

>>1201760
>Naaaaaah, it's totally fine.

>>1201760
>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.

>>1201760
>>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.

>>1201588
More like money to raise a daughteru.

>>1201760
>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.

>>1201760
>>Naaaaaah, it's totally fine.

>>1201760
>>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.

>>1201760
>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.

>>1201760
>>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.

>>1201760
>>Naaaaaah, it's totally fine.

>>1201760
>>Maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers... or battleships.
Don't want a repeat of the USS Princeton, get one of Iowa's

>>1201760
OH OH AND POKE HER BOOBS SO HER SHIRT EXPLODES ANYWAYS

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>>1201760
"Well uh, maybe you should borrow a spare shirt from one of the cruisers." You suggest, and then squint at Johnston's oversized assets. "...or one of the battleships."

"Gee, you think?" Johnston wonders as she experimentally prods at the quivering button holding her overstressed shirt together.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1201848

Rolled 5 (1d20)

Reminder to pray for the brave souls who are now dealing with Kongou.

>>1201848

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1201848

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1201848

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>>1201848

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1201848

>>1201855
I hope this is enough to prevent holes being put in walls or people from flying buttons.

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>>1201848
Your early warning radar does its job, alerting you to the incoming high velocity button as it separates itself from Johnston's shirt and achieves escape velocity, You tilt your head to the side just in time as the button screams past your head like a bullet, punching straight through the glass of your window and leaving a neat, round little hole.

"Go ask Iowa. I'm sure she's got plenty." Heerman says quickly.

"Oh all right." Johnston nods as she cheerfully skips out of the room, completely oblivious to the significance of what had just transpired.

You and Heerman exchange glances.

>[jealousy intensifies]
>Glad I'm not weighed down by that shit.
>Other

>>1201874
>>Other
I'd like them on someone else but not on myself.

>>1201874
>>[jealousy intensifies]

>>1201874
>>[jealousy intensifies]
Also supporting: >>1201886

>>1201874
>>[jealousy intensifies]

>>1201874

THIS >>1201886

>>1201874
>>[jealousy intensifies]

>>1201874
>>Glad I'm not weighed down by that shit.
Nice to look at and good to hold, but damn it's hard on the structural integrity >>1201853
Kongou will return as a gorilla

>>1201874
Supporting >>1201886

>>1201901
I can just see her coming back with armfuls of souvenirs and never shutting up about how she had tea with the Queen and Warspite or something.

>>1201874
>>[jealousy intensifies]
must be nice having extra armor

>>1201874
>>Glad I'm not weighed down by that shit.

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>>1201912
Which battlecruiser are we getting in Kongou's stead? I'm guessing it's Repulse desu

>>1201874
>>[jealousy intensifies]

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>>1201874
"Maaaaaaan, I'm so jealous." You scowl.

"What, you want torpedo bulges too?" Heerman raises an eyebrow. "Extra protection is nice, but all that extra weight and drag..."

"Not for me." You clarify.

"Ah. AH." Heerman nods in understand and a slight grin. "I'm sure she'd love that as well."

"Ah, excuse me." A young man stands awkwardly at the door, which had been carelessly left open by Johnston when she skipped out. "Is uh, Hoel here?"

"Yeah, that's me." You nod. You catch sight of a presidential pin on his chest, indicating he was most likely an aide. What could he be here for?

"I'm just here to deliver this to you." The aide hands you an envelope. "Due to your previous actions, the President has requested special seating for you."

You open the envelope and your eyes widen.

"What is it?" Heerman peeks over and gasps.

It was an invitation to sit at the President's table, right next to the man himself!

>ACCEPT
>You'd rather sit with the other shipgirls.
>Other

>>1201951
>>ACCEPT

This is not the sort of thing you turn down if you want to stay in POTUS's good graces.

>>1201951
>>ACCEPT

>>1201951
>You'd rather sit with the other shipgirls.

>>1201951
>>ACCEPT
There will probably be shenanigans, better to be near POTUS when the obligatory assassination attempt occurs.

>>1201951
>>Other
does this include anna?

>>1201951
Supporting >>1201973
We'd be trash to abandon our date.

>>1201951
>>ACCEPT

>>1201951
>ACCEPT
>Other
Ask if it includes a +1, and if not, bring Anna anyway

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>>1201951
Well, there was no way you could refuse an invitation from the goddamn PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. Reading the invitation closer, though, you also note you were allowed to bring one guest to sit with you, too.

Well, that was obvious who you were bringing along.

"Yeah, uh, tell the President I'll accept." You tell the aide.

"E-excellent." The aide nods, still anxious in your presence. "I'll let him know right away."

As he hurries off, you check the clock. There was still a little time left. You could get your dress blues on and go visit someone before you needed to go link up with Anna. You suspected it would take a while for her to get into her clothes...

>Go check on someone. (specify)
>Go peek on Anna.
>Wait at the meeting point.
>Other

>>1202020
>>Go peek on Anna.
or just walk right in and help her change

>>1202020
>>Go peek on Anna.

>>1202020
>>Go check on someone. (Portland and Indy)

>>1202020
>Go peek on Anna.

>>1202020
>>Go peek on Anna.

>>1202020
>>Go check on someone. (specify)
>>1202028
This.

>>1202020
>Go check on someone
Yamato. I want to see what she's wearing.

>>1202043
Switching to this. Yamato for win plus we having seen her for some time.

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>>1202020
A fun little idea crawls into your head. Maybe if you were fast enough, you could go get a peek in on Anna! Oh the look on her face...

"Have fun." Heerman sighs as you quickly dash out of the dorm, pulling on your jacket. She obviously already had an idea of what you were up to. You head over to Anna's room. She'd given you the key quite a while ago, giving you the opportunity to open the door quietly...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1202054
Peek a boo

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1202054
Here comes the snow!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1202054

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>>1202054
You turn the key in the lock as softly and quietly as you can, with only a dull click giving any sort of semblance of tampering. The hinges were well oiled, too, so they made no sound as you carefully opened the door a crack. And there was Anna, her back turned to the door as she laid out her dress blues on her bed.

You noted she was wearing black and yellow striped underwear and bra, her favorite pattern. And you got a nice look a her round carrier stern. awww yeah.

Anna meanwhile had her headphones on and was blasting music at full volume as she hummed along with the tune, completely unaware of your presence.

>Quietly make your exit.
>SURPRISE ATTACK
>Other

>>1202092
>>SURPRISE ATTACK

>>1202092
>SURPRISE ATTACK

>Cover her eyes and ask, "Guess who?"

>>1202092
>>SURPRISE ATTACK

>>1202092
>>Quietly make your exit.

>>1202092
>SURPRISE ATTACK

>>1202092
>Quietly make your exit.

>>1202092
>>Quietly make your exit.

>>1202092
>SURPRISE ATTACK

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>>1202092
Like a predatory animal, you slither you way into Anna's room, tip toeing up behind her before covering her yes with your hands.

"Guess who~?" You laugh.

"H-Hoel!" Anna whines. "That's not funny!"

"Haha, I was just checking to see what was takin' you so long!" You grin as you take a step back. "It's just a dinner, not a song and dance number!"

"W-well, this is the President we're talking about! Everything has to be perfect!" Anna insists.

"Yeah, well, get your clothes on first, then we can worry about it." You toss Anna's dress shirt to her, which lands on top of her head.

"F-fine!" Anna pouts.

It only takes a few minutes to get Anna fully dressed in her blues and the two of you head outside the dorms, where you see a line of black SUVs ready and waiting, obviously serving as the transportation to the event. However, at the head, you notice a handful of limousines. The Secret Service guys standing watch catch sight of you and march over.

"Hoel, you'll be taking one of the VIP vehicles." One of them informs you, pointing to the limos and glances at Anna. "Is she your +1?"

"Yeah." You nod, holding Anna close.

"Both of you proceed." The Secret Service guys step aside, allowing you to go ahead.

...and there you see Portland and Indy, as well as the Captain and North Carolina. Portland of course didn't really seem bothered by the event, with Indy looking rather anxious. Not surprising considering how recently she had come back. The Captain looked thoroughly uncomfortable as North Carolina dutifully adjusted his dress uniform.

>Ride with Portland and Indy
>Ride with the Captain and North Carolina.
>Other

>>1202141
>Ride with Portland and Indy

>>1202141
>>Ride with the Captain and North Carolina.

>>1202141
>Ride with Portland and Indy
NC will take care of the Captain

>>1202141
>covering her yes
Is... Is that a euphemism? is that what the kids call it these days?

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>>1202141
>>Ride with the Captain and North Carolina.

Don't ask them about Daughterus.

>>1202141
>>Ride with Portland and Indy
Should check to see how indy is coming along.

>>1202141
>Ride with Portland and Indy

>>1202141
>Other
Ride with the carriers

>>1202141
>Ride with the Captain and North Carolina.

>>1202141
>Ride with Portland and Indy

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>>1202141
You decide to hop into the same limo Portland and Indy were riding in. You and Anna quickly settle into your seats opposite the two cruisers as the Limo heads off for its destination.

"So I take it you got a personal invitation from the President, too?" Portland adjusts her glasses, which looked to be freshly polished now.

"Yep. Guess he really appreciates us for that time back in Boston." You grin.

"I suppose." Portland nods.

"That time you saved the President, right?" Indy asks quietly.

"Yeah." Portland nods. "It was pretty hectic, but I think it's nice he remembered us."

"I'm surprised that you have a dress uniform, though!" Anna blurts out, pointing to Indy. "Did you have one made for you already?"

"Ah, well..." Indy blinks. "Portland was kind enough to loan me one of her extra uniforms."

"Extras?" You look to Portland.

"You can never be too prepared." Portland huffs.

"But, well, it felt a bit too small." Indy smiles. "So I borrowed one from Enterprise. It fit much better!"

You swear you can see Portland's eyebrow twitch, but did a good job in keeping her cool.

>COMMENCE TEASING
>Chat about what Indy's been up to.
>Other

>>1202188
>>Chat about what Indy's been up to.

>>1202188
>>Chat about what Indy's been up to.

>>1202188
>>Other
Give Portland a knowing look, after all we do have Johnston
>>Chat about what Indy's been up to.
Inb4 she gets mistaken for a Kagero-class DD DD

>>1202188
>>Chat about what Indy's been up to.

>>1202188
>COMMENCE TEASING

>>1202188
>Chat about what Indy's been up to.

We can totally sympathize with Portland

>>1202188
>Chat about what Indy's been up to.

>>1202188
>COMMENCE TEASING
"Don't worry, they're the perfect size for me, Sweet Pea."

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>>1202188
"So, Indy." You speak up, trying to change the subject. "I heard you weren't there for the Singapore mission?"

"That's correct." Indy nods as she continually wrings her hands, as if desperate to hold something in to ease her anxiety. "Shen and Akashi hadn't cleared me for duty yet, so I had to stay behind."

"You don't have to feel pressured to go out so soon." Portland tries to assure her. "You've... been through a lot."

"I just... don't want to sit around and be a burden." Indy bites her lip. "Everybody's been so nice to me, but I haven't been able to do anything in return for them except make them worry."

"T-that's not true!" Anna insists. "We'll all support you no matter what happens."

"Anna's right." You nod. "Ya don't have to think so hard about this."

Indy nods silently, but still doesn't look quite convinced.

>You shouldn't be so eager! Enjoy the free time while you can!
>Are sure you're really ready to go out again?
>Other

>>1202225
>>You shouldn't be so eager! Enjoy the free time while you can!

>>1202225
>>You shouldn't be so eager! Enjoy the free time while you can!

>>1202225
>You shouldn't be so eager! Enjoy the free time while you can!

>>1202225
>You shouldn't be so eager! Enjoy the free time while you can!
So if they rebuild her rig completely, does it mean that Indy becomes similar to a Ticonderoga-class CG?

>>1202225
>You shouldn't be so eager! Enjoy the free time while you can!

>>1202225
>You shouldn't be so eager! Enjoy the free time while you can!

We've been fighting for years and we're still not closer to finding out about the Abyssals.

Anyone want to put odds on the Traffic Cone showing up to do a show for POTUS?

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>>1202225
"Hey, ya shouldn't be so eager to get back out there!" You shrug as you lean back in your seat. "Enjoy the free time while ya can, because it's just gonna be nonstop missions and patrols from there!"

"But I think patrols are fun!" Anna pouts.

"Neeeeeeeerd." You pinch Anna's cheek.

"H-hey!" She whines.

"You two are really good friends, aren't you?" Indy giggles.

Portland rolls her eyes. Apparently Indy didn't get the memo about you and Anna, but it didn't look as if Portland was going to go out of her way to tell Indy what was up.

"I'll take our advice into account." Indy nods.

And it's at that point the limo rolls to a stop. You look out the tinted windows to see that it had brought you to a large and fancy looking banquet hall. There was even a red carpet and everything, packed full of reporters, photographers, VIPs, and bystanders of all kinds. A veritable army of Secret Service and local Japanese police were forming a thin blue line to hold the crowds back, if only barely.

"We've secured a path through the side entrance if you want to exercise more... discretion." The driver informs you.

Indy looks at the crowd and silently shakes her head.

"We'll take the side entrance." Portland says, taking Indy's hand to calm her.

The driver nods and mutters into his radio. Immediately, another Secret Service agent opens the door and motions for the two cruisers to follow him.

"That's a lot of people..." Anna pales as she looks at the front entrance. "Ohmygosh is that the Captain and North Carolina?!"

Sure enough, the Captain and North Carolina were indeed moving through the front door, attracting all kinds of attention from the gathered media.

>Head through the front.
>Head in through the side.
>Other

>>1202264
>Head through the front.

>>1202264
>>Head through the front.

>>1202264
>>Head through the front.

>>1202264
>Head through the front.

>>1202264
>Head through the front.

>>1202264
>>Head in through the side.
No one is going to care about the presence of an AGMR and a DDG

>>1202277
Unless the tabloids spin a story about the relationships the shipgirls are in and start making cute ship names.

>>1202264
>>Head through the front.

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>>1202264
"Come on, Anna!" You grin as you take Anna's hand and drag her out the limo and towards the front entrance.

"B-but there's so many people!" Anna protests.

"It'll be fiiiiiiiiine." You assure her. "They're not gonna do anything besides take a few pictures! That's all!"

"I-I guess." Anna mumbles.

As the two of you move forward, you could see the Captain looking thoroughly uncomfortable at all of the attention focused on him as countless photographers kept snapping pictures of him and North Carolina together.

North Carolina, oddly enough, seemed to be enjoying all the attention. It wasn't clear on her face, which was still set in her professional demeanor, but the way she moved and carried herself seemed to indicate she was in high spirits. Hell, she wasn't even wearing the standard navy blues. Instead, she was wearing a magnificent, backless gown of shimmering dark sapphire blue, which did everything in its power to emphasize her battleship curves from her prominent bow to her solid stern.

Well, she wasn't the Showboat for nothing, you suppose.

However, as a result, nobody really seemed to be paying attention to you or Anna, besides the odd photographer or two snapping some pictures of the both of you when they couldn't jockey into a position for North Carolina.

>This is fine.
>ATTENTION WHORE MODE ACTIVATE
>Other

>>1202281
The Japanese press are probably more interested in Yamato, Akagi and Kaga anyway.

>>1202297
>This is fine.

>>1202297
>This is fine.
Destroyers are meant to be sneaky anyway.

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>>1202297

>This is fine.

Better than pic related.

>>1202297
>>>This is fine.

>>1202297
>This is fine.

>>1202303
Meanwhile Kongou is still on that C-130 hugging the decoy Captain, none the wiser.

>>1202297
>This is fine.

>>1202297
>>This is fine.

>>1202297
>>This is fine.
Also brings up the question if shipgirls can age or if they're stuck there.

>>1202297
>>ATTENTION WHORE MODE ACTIVATE

Come on show off the pride of the USN destroyers fleet.

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>>1202297
Nah, you were cool with North Carolina and the Captain sucking up all the attention. Eventually, they reach the front door, where they're approached by some more reporters, apparently requesting an exclusive interview or something. The Captain of course wants nothing to do with it and tries to make a beeline for the door and relative safety, but he's ensnared by North Carolina.

"Poor Captain..." Anna shakes her head.

"A lot of guys would consider him unfathomably lucky." You laugh as the two of you pass them. The Captain is forced to put on his professional face and tries to answer their numerous questions as best he could, with North Carolina happily hanging off his arm. Totally subtle. Totally.

You and Anna head inside, where you're immediately overwhelmed by all the people gathered. You could see dignitaries from various countries scattered about in their own little cliques. A number of shipgirls who had arrived before you had also arrived, milling about and mingling with the crowd as well. You also caught sight of the President apparently entertaining several politicians.Or bullying them. It was hard to tell honestly.

>Mingle with the President.
>Mingle with the shipgirls.
>Head for the table.
>Other

>>1202333
>>Mingle with the President.

>>1202333
>Mingle with the shipgirls.

>>1202333
>>Mingle with the shipgirls.

>>1202333
>Mingle with the shipgirls.

>>1202333
>Mingle with the shipgirls.

>>1202333
>Head for the table.
FOOD

>>1202333
>>Mingle with the shipgirls.

>>1202333
>Mingle with the shipgirls.

>>1202333
>>Head for the table.
FOOD, also the carriers will be there

>>1202333
>>Mingle with the shipgirls.

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>>1202333
You decide to mingle with some of the shipgirls already present before everybody has to get seated. You scan the crowds, and you immediately pick out some familiar faces.

Yamato was of course being the center of attention, continually being met by an endless line of Japanese politicians and dignitaries. She was dressed in a wonderful kimono with a cherry blossom design to befit the occasion. However, you could get the feeling that she really wanted to just hang out with someone she knew in this sea of strangers.

Enterprise was also present, apparently in a contest with Saratoga over who could clear out the appetizer table first, with the waiters standing by observing with very obvious concern.

And, surprisingly enough, you saw Ontario of all ships, apparently catching up with Haida. Haida was apparently talking nonstop and in rapid fire, with Ontaro smiling and nodding as she took in every word.

>Yamato
>Enterprise and Saratoga
>Ontario and Haida
>Other

>>1202366
>Yamato

>>1202366
>>Yamato

Yah help the poor gal.

>>1202366
>>Yamato

>>1202366
>Ontario and Haida

>>1202366
>Yamato

>>1202366
>>Yamato

>>1202366
>Enterprise and Saratoga

>>1202366
>Yamato

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>>1202366
You decide to head over to help out Yamato, who looked like she needed a friendly hand to help her out. However, before you can get very far, you feel a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. You turn Portland sternly glaring at you.

"Portland, what the hell?!" You frown, until you realize your mistake.

You were indeed talking to a cruiser, but not the cruiser you had originally thought. She wore her hair in a ponytail like Portland, and had that same intense stare and sense of duty she always exuded, but she was clearly a different ship. Her features were more asian in nature, and she was wearing the uniform of the JMSDF rather than the USN.

"What do you think you're doing with Yamato-sempai?" The cruiser asks grimly.

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week. And don't forget TITANFALL on Saturday!

>>1202385
Thanks for running Merc!

>>1202385
Ooh, Yahagi she jelly...

I bet the rumors about how Hoel is creating a Kantai Collection has spread among the Japanese shipgirls. That or the latest Love x Radar with Yamato just dropped.

Thanks for running, Merc!

>>1202385
Thanks, I cheer for the conflict to Yamato's hand.

>>1202385
See you next time!

>>1202385
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