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>>1612319
>> Head to work.

>>1612319
>> Head to work.

>>1612319
>Head to work.
Also, don't we rate solo quarters now, too?

>>1612354
Probably but Ellie doesn't know that just yet.

>>1612319
>Head to work.

> Head to work.

-

-

“We heard about the changes,” says Athena. You’ve arrived at your office without too much fuss for now. You’re really more concerned about what to do today though. Yesterday technically was a practice though… is there a practice scheduled today? You’ll have to ask Griselda later. Regardless though, it was time for work. “Planning on moving to your solo quarters?”

“Eh?” You tilt your head. “What?”

“As a Rank Two Officer, you get your own single dorm,” says Tessa. Oh. Really? Huh. “But, considering your parents are here, we weren’t sure if that was your plan. To live with your parents that is.”

“I’ll have to see later, do we have any outstanding issues?” you ask.

Hilda shrugs. “Not at the moment. Everyone’s doing their part since it’s crunch time before the school year. And surprisingly a lot of stuff is getting done.” That’s good, that’s good. “Oh, there was one thing actually.” Oh? “Apparently we have a lot of backed up mail that needs to be delivered to students in the Senior Dorms. Some of the vans are under maintenance though. The mail girls wanted to know what you wanted to do.”

> “I can help deliver some mail personally.”
> “We can just delegate it to the Red Ball Express.”
> “Eh. Let them figure it out.”
> Other

>>1612444
>“I can help deliver some mail personally.”

>>1612444
>> “I can help deliver some mail personally.”
Might as well

>>1612444
>“We can just delegate it to the Red Ball Express.”

I'm guessing that its more mail than we can handle, even with a Kettenkraftrad

> “I can help deliver some mail personally.”

“I can help deliver some mail personally,” you say. “How hard can it be?”

-

-

AAAAHHHHH

You dump another tub of mail into the back of the van. Thankfully, with the coming fall the weather is getting cooler. But you’re already sweating bullets out here! Denise was kind enough to accompany you on your trip here. And unfortunately, you couldn’t just take her Kettenkrad everywhere. Because over five hundred pieces of mail were going to the Senior Dorms today alone. You wipe your forehead. This is going to suck.

By the time you arrive there, you start distributing mail evenly. Thankfully to help streamline the process, the dorm chiefs keep a good system for distributing mail: all you have to do is drop mail by section of dorms rather than individually. And then that mail will get picked up by the students themselves. You and Denise get to work on sorting out which goes where in the ten baskets.

While there in the office of the dorm chief though, you see a familiar face, one you haven’t seen in a while. “Elodie Zumwalt!” You look over. She smiles happily at you. “It’s been a while.”

“Gertrude Pool.” You smile back. “How have you been doing?”

“Just fine,” says Gertrude. “How’s my sister?”

“She’s doing well,” you state simply. Gertrude nods happily, arms crossed.

“Do you need help with this?” You shake your head, continuing to drop mail by section. “Anyway, I was just checking in, saying hello. It’s been a while since you and I talked. And now look at you, one of the Big Three they call you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You shrug. “I’m only there because Big Two doesn’t sound cool.”

“Ha.” Gertrude snickers a little. “Anyway. I’m going to be attending the Ball tomorrow night, Ellie. Were you planning on going?” You shrug. “Ah, can’t find a date? I’ll go with you, don’t worry!”

“No, no, it’s not that!” you say. “It’s just- I’m not much for… dances.”

“The videos on the Internet beg to differ,” Gertrude says sharply. She what. “Seriously, you should go! I bet you’ll be the life of the party!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1612614
>Polite

Try not to imagine dancing with JJ

>>1612614
>> Polite

>>1612614
> Polite

Not much for parties.

Also grind teeth and try to figure out how to make all the internet go away.

>>1612614
>Polite

>>1612614
>> Polite

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Reminder to Boop the Noodle.

>>1612614
>> Polite
So.
Elodie is The Courier now.
Watch out for a small packet and a girl in checkered blouse.

> Polite

“Ah, I’m life of nothing. Parties just aren’t really my thing,” you say. “I can mingle, I can dance I guess. But I’m not exactly like you. Besides, people aren’t exactly scrambling to go on a date to the Ball with…” You tilt your head, looking past Gertrude. Gertrude turns around as well and frowns immensely.

“Oh. Clara.” Gertrude tilts her head. Clara Savage, head of the Cheerleading team. “What do you want?”

Clara giggles. “Fufufu. Gertrude! I’m glad you’re here! I was just about to come and claim my date for tomorrow’s FleetFest Ball!” She slides past Gertrude and wraps her arm around you, grinning at you. Uh. “How about it, Elodie, a couple of girls like us?” She winks at you. “Make Gertrude jealous.”

Gertrude rolls her eyes. “Please.”

You cough, a light blush reaching your cheeks. “That’s nice, but again I’m not exactly…” You take Clara’s hand off of you, then step back. “I’m not exactly available right now.”

Denise hurries in front of you, shielding you with her body. “Yeah! And besides, Elodie would not lower herself to going on a date with any of you two! Her standards are much greater than that!”

Clara quirks her brow, then looks at Gertrude. “Did she just call us a pair of faggots?”

“You’re the faggot,” says Gertrude.

“Says the girl with two girlfriends!” says Clara. Gertrude’s eye twitches at that, huffing.

“That’s not what she meant!” you say quickly. “No, really! It- it’s flattering you asked, Clara! And by the way, I’m terribly sorry I didn’t join the Cheerleading team earlier. I know, I considered it, but I decided on the NATO team instead. But maybe next year or something.” You point to the door. “I should go, hehehe.”

Denise blinks. “But the mail isn’t-“

“I SHOULD GO,” you say more firmly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” You move to the door quickly, then find… a boy.

“Hey, Ellie!” It’s Jimmy Patterson. He leans on the doorway, grinning to you. “I hear there was a dance coming up tomorrow. How’s about you and me break some bread?” He snaps his finger. “We can get to know each other a little more.”

Denise quickly slides in front of you. “Elodie will not base herself associating with BOYS.”

Jimmy blinks, then looks back at… the rest of the boys who came to find you. All twenty of them. “Um. Well, this is awkward then.” He looks past you, then winks at Clara. “Hey, Cheerleader! Love the outfit!” Denise quickly pushes you past them all.

[1/2]

>>1612811
[2/2]

Denise huffs. “Who do they think they are!?” She turns her nose up at them. “You’ve already said you’re not one for parties, Elodie! I can’t believe they don’t see reason to that! Why I-“ Another boy steps in, smiling. “No, Elodie will not go with you to the dance!”

“Oh.” The boy, you actually recognize him as Rafe, frowns a little. “Well, no. I meant to ask you.” He points to Denise. Denise freezes, then looks at him. He shrugs, smiling lightly. “You’re pretty cute, what can I say?”

Denise’s face explodes red, then she starts shoving you back to the van. “AAAHH! LET’S GO, LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” she whines. “I DON’T LIKE THIS!”

> “Denise, relax.”
> “Well, bye boys.”
> “See you later, fuckers!”
> Other

>>1612814
>> “Denise, relax.”

>>1612814
>> “Well, bye boys.”
"Maybe ask her later, and get some small gift too!"

>>1612814
> “Denise, relax.”

Deep breaths now.

>>1612814
>> “Denise, relax.”

JJ is only husbando for us.

>>1612814
> “Denise, relax.”
Just wait until he gets to see her in her undercover cop mode!

>>1612814
>Denise, relax.”

> “Denise, relax.”

“Denise, relax, please,” you say quickly. Denise fumes silently. There could be steam coming out of her ears with how red she is. She continues pushing you along. “Rafe, Denise is flattered. But give her some time, alright?”

Rafe smiles, waving to you. “Yeah, yeah. See you, Ellie!”

Denise grumbles as she brings you to the van. “Darn boys, thinking they know everything, think they can just ask us out. Hmph!” To be frank, it is quite flattering that most of those boys were there to ask you out but at the same time, it feels like a repeat of Middle School. Boys only asking you out because your tits grew in both earlier and bigger than most other girls. Eugh, dark days.

Regardless. You got the mail delivered.

> JOB COMPLETE
> + 5 CP

-

-

“Ellie, it’s Griselda.” You get a call from her over the phone as you all exit the Commander Tower. “Listen, there’s no practice today. Everyone’s taking the time to pack stuff up and move out of the hangar. So don’t worry about it, alright?”

“Alright,” you say. “Thanks, Griselda.”

“Right, right.” With that, she hangs up.

Hm, with no practice, then that means…

> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> You did say you wanted to meet Ingrid’s Mom…
> Go hang out with a crewmember (Who?)
> Head someplace (Where?)
> Other

>>1612968
>> You did say you wanted to meet Ingrid’s Mom…

>>1612968
>> You did say you wanted to meet Ingrid’s Mom…

>>1612968
> You did say you wanted to meet Ingrid’s Mom…

>>1612968
>You did say you wanted to meet Ingrid’s Mom…

>>1612968
> You did say you wanted to meet Ingrid’s Mom…

>>1612968
> You did say you wanted to meet Ingrid’s Mom…

Crew support mission go!

> You did say you wanted to meet Ingrid’s Mom…

-

-

You dismissed your retinue except for Denise and Fina and for now you head on over to the hotel that Ingrid’s Mom is supposed to be staying at. Here at LGA, the hotels were not exactly five star establishments but they weren’t motels at the side of the highways. This was pretty upper class regardless as you stepped in. There you see Ingrid at one of the couches in the warm and comfy lobby. She looks up and waves you over. “Hey, guys!” She stands up and you come over to her.

“Hey, Ingrid.” The two of you hug, greeting each other. “Wanna lead us up to your Mom?”

“Sure!” Ingrid motions for you three to follow her. “Now, listen. My Mom can be kind of distant. So try and forgive her if she doesn’t pay you guys a whole lot of attention?” You nod. Fair enough. At least she’s warning us now. You head up the elevator to the third floor of the hotel. Then head down the hallway. “And by the way, she’s even more crazy about baseball than I am, so… try and maybe, I dunno. Maybe you can engage her with that?”

“I don’t know the first thing about baseball other than the basics,” you state bluntly.

“Well, that’s a start,” Ingrid mutters. She knocks on one of the doors. “Mom!”

“Come in,” says someone from inside. Ingrid opens the door and leads you all in. The first thing that catches your eyes are the charts, miles and miles of charts, equations, and other mathematical formulas. Ingrid’s Mom sits at a desk, typing away at a laptop. Like her daughter, she too wears glasses, has her blonde hair done in a messy ponytail. She wears a plain polo shirt and some shorts with black tights beneath. And unlike her daughter, her eyes are two perfect brown eyes. She continues typing away though, apparently ignoring you all.

Ingrid smiles. “Er. Mom.” Mom tilts her head, humming a little. “Mom. This is Elodie Zumwalt, and her friends, Denise and Fina.”

Mom turns around, looking at you three. “Oh, nice to meet you three.” She turns around, going back to work.

…

You turn to Ingrid. Ingrid shrugs.

> Best not interrupt her while she’s working.
> “So. What are you doing?”
> “Your daughter’s a really cool person, Miss Berra.”
> Other

>>1613128
>> “Your daughter’s a really cool person, Miss Berra.”

>>1613128
>“Your daughter’s a really cool person, Miss Berra.”

Great asset to the team.

>>1613128
> “Your daughter’s a really cool person, Miss Berra.”

>>1613128
>> “Your daughter’s a really cool person, Miss Berra.”

> “Your daughter’s a really cool person, Miss Berra.”

“Your daughter is a really cool person, Miss Berra. She’s a great asset to my team,” you say. Ingrid smiles a little at that.

Miss Berra says, “That’s nice.” Oh? She turns around in her chair, looking at you all again. “Sweetie, is there something you need? I’m kind of a little busy right now. I gotta forward this code over to a client by six today.”

“Oh, no, no, it’s okay!” says Ingrid. “We don’t mean to be a burden. We can go.”

“No, it’s fine,” says Miss Berra. “Just-“ Miss Berra adjusts her glasses a little. “I’m working right now. I assume you just wanted me to meet your Commander as all?”

You say, “Yeah. I wanted to meet you since Ingrid speaks pretty highly of you.” Miss Berra nods, tapping her fingers along her desk. “I hear you work for a Major League team?”

“Not right now,” says Miss Berra. “But maybe soon. I’m trying to coordinate with some friends in the Indians organization. Ingrid.” Ingrid blinks, stiffening up a little at having her name called. “If you want, you guys can stay here. I just need to work a little bit and get this out as fast as I can, then we can talk, alright?”

Ingrid nods. “A- Alright, Mom.” Miss Berra nods, going back to her laptop. She leans over to you, whispering in your ear. “Yeah. She’s kind of a workaholic. Not unlike you in fact.” Oh? What’s she mean by that? “Go ahead and make yourself at home, I’ll see if I can get us some room service, alright?”

Right then…

> Sit next to Miss Berra, see what kind of work she does.
> Turn on the TV, see what kind of news is on.
> Just stand around awkwardly. You don’t want to bother anybody.
> Other

>>1613298
Sit with miss braun

>>1613298
> Sit next to Miss Berra, see what kind of work she does.

>>1613298
>> Sit next to Miss Berra, see what kind of work she does.

>>1613298
> Sit next to Miss Berra, see what kind of work she does.

>>1613298
>Sit next to Miss Berra, see what kind of work she does.

I wonder how long until it becomes uncomfortable.

> Sit next to Miss Berra, see what kind of work she does.

You pull up a chair next to Miss Berra, smiling at her. Miss Berra nods to you. You find on her laptop screen several spreadsheets of repeating numbers, symbols, and other coding nonsense that you haven’t been trained to recognize just yet. “So, Miss Berra. What is all this?” you ask.

Miss Berra says, “It’s a statistical database that I’m coding where you can easily cherrypick which statistics you want to filter by and find the players you want by those certain stats. Say for example you want a player who has a good OBP and OPS but has a minimum of at least +2 WAR. Now, in the minor league and major league systems, wins above replacement can mean a lot, especially for a major leaguer because major league players who don’t make enough wins above replacement are a genuine detriment to their team because not only are they not hitting, fielding, or running, they’re also keeping a potential better player down in the minors. So what the database I’m coding does is essentially compile a total of all players in the minors of a certain club. Combining their stats utilizing an SQL system, you can access their stats that are current down to two days ago. Here, you can see this line of code also means you can filter players by age as well, which is an important factor as by the time players start pushing 30, their usefulness begins to decline with age. And here you can also compare and contrast stats based on stats from players in other clubs, so say for example you’re not satisfied with the batting average of any player in your system but you have some trade pieces, you can go around see what you can find in other clubs and set up a trade. Do you see where I’m coming from?”

You blink. “… Yes.”

“Great.” Miss Berra nods, going back to work.

…

“So, this is what you do as work?” you ask.

“Well, technically my work also involves advance scouting of prospects in high school and college as well, I help scouts locate players in D1 schools occasionally and sometimes I-“ She looks at you, quirking her brow. “Are these explanations too long winded for you?”

“No, no!” you say. “I’m- Uh. I can understand them just fine, hehe. Right, Deni-“ You find Denise and Fina have fallen asleep completely on the bed, having tried to listen but failed. Ah.

Miss Berra shrugs. “Well, yeah. Everything does sound boring when you boil it down to the numbers. So how do you know my daughter?” Ah? “You’re in the same crew, right?”

“Yeah, we are.”

“Does she enjoy Tankery so far?” asks Miss Berra. You look over at Ingrid, who is busy on the phone. Ah…

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1613483
> Polite

>>1613483
>Polite

Yes she does. I think she loves baseball more, but she give her all in the tank.

>>1613483
>> Polite

>>1613483
> Polite

>>1613483
>> Boast

> Polite

“Well, yes. She gives her all. She still really loves baseball, but she does her best. Even when she clearly wasn’t the greatest at Tankery, we’ve helped build her up,” you state.

Miss Berra nods, continuing her work. “That’s good.”

…

Ingrid walks on over, smiling. “Food’s coming up in a few.” She folds her arms. “Mom, how do you feel about spaghetti and meatballs?”

“Sure,” says Miss Berra.

Ingrid looks to you. “Well, uh. Ellie, you’ve met my Mom. Can we talk in the hall for a second?” You nod, standing up out of your chair. You decide to leave Denise and Mulcahy in the room for now. Let them nap you figure. The two of you step out into the hall, where you can talk in private. “So how was it?” she asks.

You shrug. “She seems nice. She did ask how you were doing in Tankery.”

“Yeah but…” Ingrid folds her arms, grimacing. “She’s not much of a talker obviously.”

“Ingrid.” Ingrid tilts her head, quirking her brow up. “Have you ever considered that your mother does actually love and appreciate that you do Tankery regardless? I mean, I know I’m not really a people person from time to time but… she doesn’t seem that cold to me.”

With a heavy sigh, Ingrid says, “Mom thinks whatever she likes I guess. But she and I don’t talk. It’s just not something we do, at least not anymore. I dunno. But, at least you like her.” You smile a little at that. You got to give some people a chance after all. “Sometimes I just wish she’d tell me what she was thinking, you know?”

> “Maybe I can tell her that.”
> “Maybe you should just ask.”
> “Well it’s a process. We can’t rush it.”
> Other

>>1613731
> “Maybe you should just ask.”

>>1613731
> “Maybe you should just ask.”
Occam's razor and all that.

>>1613731
>> “Maybe you should just ask.”

>>1613731
> “Maybe you should just ask.”

That might be why you don't talk as much anymore. You and her are just accepting short answers or confusing them for dismissive ones.

>>1613731
>Maybe you should just ask.”

> “Maybe you should just ask.”

“Maybe you should just ask,” you say. You shrug at that, leaning against the wall. “Like… maybe you and her are just accepting short answers and leaving it at that. In reality, maybe your Mom really just wants to talk to you but you give her short answers the same way she does. Just try it.”

Ingrid rubs her chin, then nods. “Alright, let’s see where it goes then.”

The two of you step in. Denise and Mulcahy have finally awoken and are now watching television on the bed. You sit down next to them, then nod to Ingrid. It’s time for her to try it out. Ingrid sits down next to her Mom, smiling. “Hey, Mom.”

“Ingrid,” Miss Berra greets.

…

“So, Mom…” Ingrid smiles nervously, leaning back in her chair. “What’s on your mind?”

“Not a whole, just trying to get the job together,” says Miss Berra.

…

“Oh. Cool.” You rub your forehead at that. Ugh, Ingrid, please. “Well, I mean. Anything else?” Ingrid blinks quickly, then pats her knees. “I mean, I know there’s a lot happening in baseball right now. All kinds of cool stuff. I hear the Mets are probably gonna make it to the postseason this year in fact.”

Miss Berra shrugs. “They’ll blow it.”

…

“You know, Mom.” Ingrid sways in her seat a little, still nervously fidgeting. “Um. I was thinking once I’m finished with Tankery, I could try out for the Girls’ Baseball team. What do you think?”

Miss Berra stops typing, then turns her head to Ingrid. “Why?”

“Well, I mean.” Ingrid shrugs. “I think it’d be cool. I’d really love to do it.”

“I thought you were done with baseball,” says Miss Berra. “Don’t you remember Little League?”

“Well, it’s Girls’ Baseball,” says Ingrid. “I mean, I’m rusty yeah, but… it won’t be like facing boys or anything.” Miss Berra frowns a little, confused. “What do you think?”

Miss Berra shrugs, then goes back to typing. “I think Tankery is best for you for now, Ingrid. You’re doing good at it from what I hear. Try not to waste your time.” Ingrid blinks, then looks down. She bites her lip, then stands up and sits down on the bed, moping.

Oh. Ow.

> - 60 MORALE TO INGRID

-

-

Dinner was relatively quiet. You just elected to watch a movie with Ingrid and the others before deciding to head out. After that was done, you were now on the road back to the hangar with Ingrid. Ingrid doesn’t appear to want to talk. She’s scraping her heel against the sidewalk too. You didn’t want to say anything about what Miss Berra said to her because you didn’t want to cause drama but… ouch. Even your own Mom wouldn’t say something like that.

“Are you okay, Ingrid?” you ask.

“I’m fine,” she says. “She’s right. I’d be wasting my time trying out anyway. I like Tankery. It’s good.” She shrugs lazily.

> “She’s correct. But that doesn’t make her right.”
> “You should’ve said something back there.”
> “She has a point.”
> Other

>>1614027
>> “She’s correct. But that doesn’t make her right.”

>>1614027
> “She’s correct. But that doesn’t make her right.”
> "Maybe you can find time out of your Mom's busy schedule to talk. As in real talk, together, at length, without any distractions."

>>1614027
Supporting >>1614049

>>1614027
Also supporting >>1614049

>>1614027
>> “She’s correct. But that doesn’t make her right.”
>> Other
>hug

> “She’s correct. But that doesn’t make her right.”
> Other

“She’s correct. But that doesn’t mean she’s right.” You fold your arms. “You need to set some time out of your Mom’s schedule to talk. Really talk you know? No distractions and all that. You need to tell her that you won’t be weighed down by this. Sure, maybe you can’t be the best baseball player ever. That doesn’t mean you still can’t love the sport, you know?”

Ingrid sighs. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess.”

…

“Feel better?” you ask.

“Sort of,” says Ingrid. “Listen, thanks for coming by anyway, Ellie. I know things are… difficult. But, I’m making the best of it.” She blinks, then looks to you and asks, “Have you figured out your dorm stuff yet?” Probably just changing the topic. You’ll allow it for now.

“Not yet,” you say.

“You should soon. I don’t imagine Gertrude and Griselda will want you sleeping in the hangar once everyone is gone,” says Ingrid. “You’re not a hermit after all.” You kind of wish you were sometimes, mostly if it meant getting away from embarrassment. “Still. Thanks for coming again, Ellie.”

“Yeah.” You pat Ingrid’s shoulder. She returns with a quick hug for you. And in a few short minutes, you arrive back at the hangar. Boxes of personal belongings and camping equipment are set aside by the hangar doors as people start moving their things out. It only occurs to you now that for the past few months, this hangar was home to everybody. It only now strikes you that you’re probably gonna miss dorming with all of the girls at once. Shame really. “I’ll see you inside, alright?”

“Alright,” you say. You sigh, folding your arms.

Then you hear someone clear their throat. You turn around and oh great. Jeep Jockey. He stands there, hands behind his back, swaying on his feet. Awkward as can be. Denise and Mulcahy look at him, skeptical. You turn inside and…

Why is everyone staring.

“Hey, Ellie.” Jeep Jockey smiles at you. “Nice night, isn’t it?”

“Y…eah?” you say. “Can I help you.”

“Well, I mean, not really. You can but… um.” He bites his lip. “Well, you know, there’s the FleetFest Ball tomorrow, did you hear?” You nod. “And um, I was uh…”

“GIVE HER THE FLOWERS YOU PUSSY!” You hear one of the boys yell out from a nearby bush.

“Quiet!” Jack whispers loudly.

Jeep Jockey stands there, horrified. Before he simply presents you a small bouquet of daisies. “I uh… I figured the Hangar could use a touch up of flowers. I mean, I don’t know if you’re into gardening or anything, you do have to take care of those. I mean- Jack tells me girls love flowers so I was just following his lead. I figured I would just uh…”

You stare at him, tilting your head. Um. This is… strange.

[1/2]

>>1614288
[2/2]

“So yeah.” Jeep Jockey holds out the flowers to you. Denise steps forward and takes them for you. “Um. Heh.” He smiles, chuckling. “Yeah.”

…

“Yeah.” You smile back a little.

…

“Did you want to go to the Ball with me tomorrow night?” he asks simply.

> “Sure. But clean yourself up first, you look horrific.”
> “No thanks.”
> Other

>>1614289
> “Sure. But clean yourself up first, you look horrific.”

>>1614289
> “Sure. But clean yourself up first, you look horrific.”
DOHOHOHOHOHOHO

>>1614289
> Other
First take his hand and drag around hangar corner, away from prying eyes, we're not a stage show for them gawk at after all.
> “Sure. But clean yourself up first, you look horrific.”
Then make sure nobody's followed us and give him a peck on the cheek.

>>1614289
this >>1614311

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>>1614289
> “Sure. But clean yourself up first, you look horrific.”

What does he look like? Roadkill? Engine leftovers? Cleanup crew from the dripping cattle barn?

>>1614311
>peck on the cheek
NOT FOR LEWDS!

>>1614289
>>1614311
3rded IT'S TIME

> “Sure. But clean yourself up first, you look horrific.”
> Other

You squint at him. On the one hand, you needn’t be so… merciful. But on the hand, he did ask. “Come on.” You take his arm and step aside.

“Alright, people, show’s over!” Mulcahy yells out to ward everyone’s attention away. There are some murmuring gossips and whispers already coming out. Specuatlion perhaps, did they kiss? Are they going steady? All that ridiculous stuff.

You and Jeep Jockey stand outside the hangar, then you say, “Sure. I’ll go. But you need to clean yourself up first. You look horrific.”

He looks down at himself. “What’s wrong with me?” Dirty jumpsuit, raggedy leather jacket, raggedy jeep cap, unkempt hair, eugh.

“Everything. Just groom yourself,” you mutter. “I’d embarrassed to take you anywhere.” Jeep Jockey rolls his eyes. “Anyway. Sure, we can go to the Ball together. I guess. But no shenanigans.”

He places a hand on his heart, nodding. “Cross my heart.”

“Good.” You stand there, awkwardly. “Now uh…” You look past him. Nobody’s followed you and him. Alright. You can chance it. Good. You quickly plant your lips on his cheek. He stands there, a bit shocked by that. “Right. Tell no one. Now go.”

He smirks, a light blush on his face. “Alright, alright.” He puts a hand up defensively. “Good night, Ellie. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” With that, he walks off. You walk back the same direction into the hangar. The boys quickly burst out of their bush and start congratulating Jeep Jockey with fistbumps and hugs. They laugh and push him into the Jeep for him to drive. Primitive, yet charming in some fashion.

You though. Your crew smile smugly at you. “… so.” Stack folds her arms, her head tilting slowly.

Winona however appears… devastated? “I was just about to ask you out!” Oh, goddamn it, Winona.

“We can still go together,” you say.

Ingrid snickers, leaning on Oliver the tank. “I dunno, should we really impose on your date?”

“It’s not a date.”

The girls giggle, sly. They’re onto you.

Eugh.

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>>1614597
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OSMqSPmfVA

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>>1614597
>“Good.” You stand there, awkwardly. “Now uh…” You look past him. Nobody’s followed you and him. Alright. You can chance it. Good. You quickly plant your lips on his cheek. He stands there, a bit shocked by that. “Right. Tell no one. Now go.”
Elodie is for Jeep Jockey!

>>1614612
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>1614646
Elodie is for Winona, who is much sweeter.