>>2355921
> Head to work anyway. Make it a routine again.
We'll get to use our vacation day soon. Today is work, followed by either significant Griselda apologies, and getting a tank team sidequest done!

>>2355921
>> Head to work anyway. Make it a routine again.

>>2355921
>> Head to work anyway. Make it a routine again.

>>2355921
>Head to work anyway. Make it a routine again.

> Head to work anyway. Make it a routine again.

…

…

Serafina, Serina, and Regina had already gone home by now. So there wasn’t much to say to them until the next time you saw them. You decided to take a walk around with Denise in the loading dock areas. Things were going well today thanks to your efforts in stopping the strike.

Though… You see Claudia St. Simon again with her merry band of girls handing out flyers. Instead of working. You walk up to them. “Claudia.” She looks over and smiles happily. One of the girls is holding a blank red flag as well. What’s this then? “What’s going on here?”

“Oh, Elodie, good to see you!” Claudia hands you a flyer. “Here, take a flyer!” You take a look at it then quirk your brow.

GIRLS OF NAVAL STUDIES
THE LIFEBLOOD OF THE ACADEMYSHIP FLOWS THROUGH YOUR VEINS
THE IDLING CLASS OF GENERAL STUDIES DOES NOT RECOGNIZE YOUR EFFORTS
BAND TOGETHER AND SHOW THEM THE TRUE POWER OF THE WORKING CLASS STUDENTS
JOIN THE WORKER’S SOCIETY!

You squint at it. “We’re just recruiting for a club!” says Claudia. “Don’t worry, I already have permission to peacefully hand out flyers for the beginning of this shift and to raise awareness of our cause!” She snaps her fingers. “Marie. Explain to the Commander.”

Marie steps up, brushing her blue streak of hair out of her eyes as she opens up a red book to read from. “The Worker’s Society’s goal is the empowerment of the working class Naval Studies students who are often overlooked in the societal operations of the Academyship. To advance this goal, we advocate strongly for the equal treatment of all students regardless of their role aboard this Academyship, which includes but is not limited to fair and equal treatment in the academic and practical trades that we are educated.” She shuts the book, smiling.

…

“So you’re socialists,” you say.

Claudia waves that off. “We prefer the term ‘freedom fighters’. What say you? Do you wish to join the Society?”

> “No thanks.”
> “Get back to work.”
> “Eh. It’s interesting I guess.”
> Other

>>2356206
> “Eh. It’s interesting I guess.”
> “Get back to work.”

It's not a yes, its not a no. Its just a consideration. That said, work does need to be done.

>>2356206
>> “Eh. It’s interesting I guess.”

>>2356206
>“No thanks.”
Rev up those helicopters.

>>2356206
>> “Get back to work.”

>>2356206
>> “No thanks.”
>> “Get back to work.”
Be sure to mutter ominously about helicopter rides.

>>2356206
>“Get back to work.”

>>2356206
>> “Get back to work.”
You're only the worker's society as long as you're working.

>>2356206
>> “Eh. It’s interesting I guess.”

> “Get back to work.”
> “Eh. It’s interesting I guess.”

You sigh. “I mean, it’s interesting. And I admire your dedication too. But go ahead and get back to work, okay?” Claudia pouts a little bit.

“But… workers.” All the girls look pouty at being told to go back to work. “And, and the establishment too!”

“We can settle that later,” you say. Claudia shrugs.

Claudia says, “Alright, girls. Let’s go.” They pack their flyers and flag and start walking away. Oh God, those are probably going to be a big headache later. Claudia looks back. “This isn’t over though, Elodie!” Claudia turns around. “One day the Naval Studies crew will get their due and receive a voice on this Academyship equivalent to their presence!” Marie and another girl take Claudia’s arms and start dragging her away. “And if that doesn’t happen here, it’ll happen on another Academyship! But they’ll become corrupt and extreme! And then the Chinese will take over the world!”

Denise snorts. “Ha. The Chinese taking over the world. The Chinese couldn’t take over Taiwan.”

You roll your eyes. “Denise. Is there anything outstanding that we need to work on right now?”

“Not at the moment.” Denise checks the Officer’s Pad for you. “Though, Tessa did say there was something she wanted to discuss with you.” She leans in. “Not involving work.”

“Oh?”

> “Eh. It can wait until after work then.”
> Go see Tessa, see what she wants.
> Other

>>2356461
>> Go see Tessa, see what she wants.

>>2356461
>“Eh. It can wait until after work then.”

>>2356461
>> Go see Tessa, see what she wants.
"Lets get it over ASAP then"

>>2356461
>> Go see Tessa, see what she wants.

>>2356461
>Go see Tessa, see what she wants.

> Go see Tessa, see what she wants.

…

…

You open the door to your office. There you find Athena, Fina, and Hilda talking. Tessa stands by her desk, idly. “So Fina, why is it exactly that you don’t like being around the other Hall Monitors?” asks Athena.

Fina shrugs, shyly looking away. “It’s just my accent as all.”

Hilda tilts her head. “Accent?”

“Ooooh.” Athena leans over to Hilda. “Fina’s actually English, not Irish.”

“I’m from the bloody fucking Cotswolds!” Fina yells. “All the other Hall Monitors give me the meanest shit for being English, those bogtrotting hicks!” She folds her arms, grumbling angrily. “They should hear themselves speak! And their football team sucks too! Bloody fucking cunts!” Athena and Hilda scoot back a little.

Tessa smiles at you. “There are you, Ellie. Can I talk to you for a second?” You nod, motioning outside. Denise steps in, content to let you two talk in private in the hall. You shut the door. “It’s nothing regarding work or anything. I just wanted to talk as all.”

“What about?” you ask.

“It’s about Griselda.” Tessa adjusts her sleeve a little, almost nervously. “I heard she went off to meet with the Commissioner.” You nod. “You know why, right?”

“What? No.” You squint. “Why?” Tessa blinks, clearly not expecting. “Did something happen?”

“Oh, noooooo…” Tessa looks away, her eyes blankly staring past you. You have an inkling that Tessa is blind but even her eyes are giving away something. “I just wanted to ask if you knew how she was doing. She’s been radio silent for a while now.” She leans in close, smirking nervously. “I bet she got a girlfriend or something. Or even a boyfriend! Just like you!”

> “Well, she’s doing fine as far as I know. She hasn’t called. She hasn’t been gone long anyway.”
> “Tessa, what’s this about?”
> “Okay, just because I have a boyfriend does not turn me into some kind of zoo animal.”
> Other

>>2356686
>> “Tessa, what’s this about?”

>>2356686
>“Tessa, what’s this about?”

>>2356686
> “Tessa, what’s this about?”
> “Okay, just because I have a boyfriend does not turn me into some kind of zoo animal.”

>>2356686
>> “Tessa, what’s this about?”

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>>2356686
>> “Tessa, what’s this about?”
>> “Okay, just because I have a boyfriend does not turn me into some kind of zoo animal.”

> “Tessa, what’s this about?”

“What’s this about, Tessa?”

Tessa frowns. She folds her arms, swaying on her feet, trying not to look at you. “Well. I figured Griselda would’ve told you.” You tilt your head, confused. She leans in close, whispering to you. “Griselda heard rumors that the Commissioner might disqualify the team anyway.” What. What!? “Oleg is a well-known mover of illegal parts. Commissioner Durocher knows him quite well. And your performance in the tournament-“

“Let me guess, we were performing too well for people?” you say. “That doesn’t make sense. We beat them fair and square! They just checked our tanks and almost lost us a match set because of that! They cleared us and they still think we’re cheating somehow!? That’s not fair!”

“That’s the way it is,” says Tessa. “A lot of people saw this team being dead last. And suddenly out of nowhere you’re in first place beating out all the big champs and everything. It’s upsetting a natural order in things you could say. Big schools win the tournaments, small schools fill space. That’s usually how it is.”

“Well not anymore,” you say. “Ooarai certainly proved that a long while ago. You honestly believe there’s people out there that see us and think we’re cheating to get where we’re at?”

“I don’t believe it, I know it,” Tessa says bluntly. “I’m sorry. But Tankery is… it’s a sport built on tradition. And people don’t like having traditions be changed.” She sighs. “I shouldn’t have told you this, I’m so sorry. I know Griselda wanted to keep this a secret. She’s probably talking personally with the Commissioner about this. You’re not mad, right?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2356954
>We're the Patriots of tankery
Subarashi

> Boast

>>2356954
> Other
"No. I'm fucking furious!"

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>>2356954
>> Boast

>>2356795
Oh that is fantastic, Toorops.

>>2356954
>> Boast

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>>2357012
>>2356954

Alternatively

>>2356954
>>2357017
What he says

>>2356954
>Polite

Its rumors that our Captain is going forth to squash. Rumors are rumors. Baseless speculation by, as you said, people who don't want tradition upset.

> Boast

“On the contrary. I’m not mad.” Tessa sighs in relief. “I’m fucking furious!” Tessa flinches at your shouting. “How can they do this to us!? We’re just High School kids and they’re treating us like lepers! We earned our place in the postseason! Everyone knows that! Everyone can see that! And just because we’re not a big school like Heinlein or Zhou Enlai or Kursk, they think we somehow cheated our way to the top!? Ridiculous!” You stomp your foot, fuming. Ugh. Bastards! You’d like to see exactly who spreads those rumors around.

Tessa says, “I’m so sorry.”

Ah. No, damn it. You exploded right at her. “No, Tessa. I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault. It just makes me mad when people think I-…” You stop yourself. “That we somehow got here because we cheated or that we had some special advantage. We did have a special advantage. And that’s our crews.” Sure, they might get up to stupid stuff like yesterday but by God you wouldn’t trust anyone else to be with you on the team unless they prove it.

“Hm.” Tessa folds her arms. “Well…”

“Look. Thanks for telling me, Tessa.” Tessa nods, still frowning. “Don’t beat yourself up. I’m sure Griselda will get everything smoothed out.”

“Right, right. Because Griselda is charismatic and not at all prone to explosions of anger,” says Tessa.

…

Oh shit.

No. No. You have faith. Damn it, you faith.

Regardless, it was time to finish up work. So back into the office the two of you went.

…

…

> JOB COMPLETED
> + 5 CP

With that sorted out, all of you stepped out of the command tower. You look up. Cloudy day today. Might start raining. What to do now?

> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Hang out with somebody (Who?)
> Go somewhere (Where?)
> Other

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Gotta pick up my pops from the airpot. I'll be back soon, hopefully in an hournot that that matters since these posts come in hourly intervals lately anyway.

Discuss things like how lewd Elodie is or what your fav tank is and whether or not the Das Finale movies are out yet.

>>2357173
>+ 5 CP
Can't let the league catch us with that.

> Hang out with somebody (Who?)
What's his face. You know, the Humvee guy.

>>2357176
I named a character in a quest I'm setting up Elodie, not remember that's this quest's MC's name, but I'm not changing it because the rest of the character is nothing like this Elodie.

I hope your dad had a good flight.

>>2357173
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Hang out with somebody (Who?)
Its time to try and finish this Ingird quest!

>>2357173
>> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
The McPherson quest, getting that crew back together. Might end our troubles with the league.

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>>2357173
>Hang out with somebody (Who?)

Ingrid. We need to help her out.

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>>2357173
Ingrid subquest

Elodie wet dream session when?

Back, writing now.

>>2357237
all the dream would be is Elodie being bridal carried around her hometown by her ideal man you.

>>2357380
Hot

> Embark on a Subquest (Ingrid’s Loyalty)

…

…

You and Denise arrive at the hotel where Ingrid’s mom is staying. There you find Ingrid playing catch with herself outside. “Hey, Ingrid.” Ingrid swiftly catches the ball in her hand after tossing it up and looks to you with a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Just fine,” says Ingrid. “I think me and my Mom are getting real close now thanks to you.” You smile. That’s wonderful! “I think today is the day.”

“The day being?”

“The day I ask her to play catch with me,” says Ingrid. You blink. Oh. You were thinking something more dramatic than that. “We haven’t played catch in a while. In fact, last time I think we played catch, it was… It was definitely after the Yankees lost the 2001 World Series to the D-Backs.” That’s very specific. “But yeah.”

“Let me guess, she’s not receptive to playing catch?” you ask.

“Oh, no!” Ingrid shakes her head. “No, no! It’s just-…” Ingrid beckons you closer. You step up, giving her your ear. “I don’t know how to ask.”

> “Be direct. It’s just a game of catch.”
> “Well, you could probably stand out here and play catch with yourself until she notices.”
> “I won’t tell you how to go forward with this, you should know.”
> Other

>>2357454
>“Be direct. It’s just a game of catch.”

>>2357454
> “Be direct. It’s just a game of catch.”
This group isn't exactly known for awareness of social cues.

>>2357454
>“Be direct. It’s just a game of catch.”

Wait..2001? What year is it now?

>>2357237
Elodie snaps awake one morning and Winonna asks her what the dream was about

I was being carried around a field by JJ dressed as Oliver Cromwell, who was shouting about the King.

After that it got weird.

>>2357454
>> “Be direct. It’s just a game of catch.”

>>2357462
April 1st is just arround the corner....

>>2357475
It's also Easter!

>>2357500
There are also bunny girls in this dream

>>2357454
>> “Be direct. It’s just a game of catch.”

> “Be direct. It’s just a game of catch.”

You smile. “Just be direct with her, Ingrid. It’s just a game of catch. A half hour won’t hurt either of you.”

Ingrid seems to hesitate at that, but she take a breath and then pumps herself up. “Alright! I’ll ask her for a game of catch! Come on!” The three of you hurry into the hotel. You go up the elevator then down to their room in quick fashion. And there you find Miss Berra at her computer again, typing stuff down in an indistinct fashion. It’s probably coding from what you gather. “Mom!”

Miss Berra grunts, not even looking from the screen. “What’s up, hon?”

Ingrid picks up a spare baseball glove and smiles, walking up next to her. “How about we play a game of catch, before it gets dark out?”

“Kind of busy, hon.” Miss Berra motions to the screen. “I’m trying to put together this spreadsheet by the end of the week, I’d like as much time to work on it now rather than later.” Ingrid seems to deflate a little.

“Come on, Mom. A half hour playing catch won’t hurt,” says Ingrid. “You’ve played catch before, right? I bet you have.” Miss Berra slouches back in her seat then looks up at Ingrid. “Come on, it’ll be fun. We can try out different pitching styles we’ve seen. I really like MadBum’s style. I know I’m not a lefty but you know.”

Miss Berra responds with, “I’d really rather not waste my time right now, Ingrid.” Ingrid frowns a little. “Besides, I thought you still had that Tankery stuff. Shouldn’t you be doing that instead of fooling around with baseball anyway?” Ingrid flinches at that. Oooh… Miss Berra goes back to typing on her computer.

“Um.” Ingrid looks away for a second. “Well. I’ll be outside if you need me anyway.” Ingrid steps past you, not looking you in the eye. Oh, Ingrid.

You sigh. That went extraordinarily sideways.

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>>2357709
That's it for tonight. We'll be back tomorrow for more. Hope you all enjoyed.

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel
And if you ever feel like shooting the shit with me, you can hit me up in my discord: https://discord.gg/9e9yvfv

See you next time.

>>2357716
Thanks for running, how much candy can she fit in her mouth?

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>>2357721

>>2357716
Thanks for the fun, boss.

See you tomorrow

>>2357716
Thanks for running Schteel, catchya next time.

>>2357726
So not very much? Why is she boasting about it then?

>>2357709
Good stuff boss

You and Denise stand in Miss Berra’s room. Miss Berra continues to type away, coding on her computer while you two just stand there awkwardly. She just very harshly rebuffed Ingrid. And now you’re honestly at a loss for what to do.

Denise steps up to Miss Berra. “Um, Miss Berra. Miss Berra quirks her brow, looking to Denise. “I think you kind of made Ingrid a little mad.” Oh. Denise is actually doing this for you. “All she wanted was a game of catch, that’s all.”

“And all I want to do is work,” says Miss Berra. “Can’t I have what I want?”

“ I mean…” Denise twiddles her fingers a little. “You didn’t have to say that so harshly.” Miss Berra tilts her head, a little confused by that. “She does like tanks but she still loves baseball too. That’s not something you can really-… I guess trade for one another? Am I correct, Ellie?” They both look at you. Oh fuck. Uh…

> “I’m just gonna go check on Ingrid.”
> “Way I see it, Miss Berra. She loves both. She shouldn’t have to give up one for the other just because you think that way.”
> “She still loves baseball, even if she knows she can never go pro in it. You shouldn’t dump on her for that.”
> Other

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>>2359709
>Other
She wants to spend time with you. She misses you and she's afraid that she's losing you.

>>2359709
This
>>2359724

>>2359709
supporting >>2359724

>>2359709
> “Way I see it, Miss Berra. She loves both. She shouldn’t have to give up one for the other just because you think that way.”
Want to add this to the fray. The write in is good as well.

> Other

“She just wants to spend time with you, Miss Berra. She misses you and she’s afraid that she’s losing you,” you explain. Miss Berra frowns a little at that, folding her arms. “I mean, she loves Tankery, she loves baseball. But she loves you too. She just wants to spend a little time with you on that front I guess.”

Miss Berra sighs, rubbing her forehead. “I’ve had to deal with this quite a few times, Elodie. I don’t think either of you can tell me more on this.”

“It’s not about dealing with this. It’s about your daughter, Miss Berra.” You step up next to her as well. “She really loves you, Miss Berra. She’s afraid that you don’t love her back.”

“I do love her,” says Miss Berra.

“Then show it,” you say.

Miss Berra stands up, sighing. She groans a little, folding her arms. “Alright. I guess I can spare a half hour.” She starts out the door quickly, grabbing her coat too.

Denise leans close to you. “I’m not sure this will go well.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2359924
> Polite
Whatever happens happens. We are the support here, for good or ill.

>>2359924
>> Neutral

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>>2359924
> Neutral

Its a start. All we can do is hope.

> Neutral

“It’s a start. Come on.” You lead Denise out of the room.

…

…

Miss Berra finds Ingrid sitting against a wall, idly slapping a baseball into her glove dejectedly. She sighs, then walks up to Ingrid. “Ingrid.” Ingrid looks up, surprised. “Come on. I got a half hour. How about a game of catch?” Ingrid blinks, surprised.

“S-… Sure!” Ingrid stands up, still completely surprised. “How- what- I thought you were busy.”

“Just-…” Miss Berra puts on a baseball glove. “Give me the ball.” Ingrid nods slowly, then lightly tosses the ball into Miss Berra’s glove. Miss Berra responds with tossing the back into Ingrid’s. A little back and forth as they start getting some distance. You and Denise watch from a safe distance, one because you don’t want to just interfere with Ingrid and her Mom’s affairs. And two because getting hit by a baseball you recall is like getting punched.

…

The two idly, almost awkwardly toss the ball to each other. Ingrid speaks up. “So how’s work going?”

“Fine,” says Miss Berra. “How’s school?”

“It’s okay,” says Ingrid.

“And that Tankery business?” Miss Berra lightly underhands the ball to Ingrid. Ingrid catches it deftly, idly tossing the ball up into her hand. “How’s that working?”

“It’s pretty good. We’re in the postseason now. We’re going to be in the playoffs,” Ingrid explains. Miss Berra nods. “What about baseball?”

Miss Berra blinks, tilting her head. “Eh? You don’t know what’s going on in baseball, Ingrid?”

Ingrid shrugs. “I’ve been too concerned with Tankery lately, Mom.”

“Well. You missed the Nationals collapsing,” says Miss Berra. She snorts a little. Ingrid stares at her, confused. “Trust me, it’s a long story.”

“Yeah. Wow. Weren’t they favorites though? They play in a pretty shit-“ Miss Berra squints. “… cruddy division.”

Miss Berra shrugs. “Luck ran out I guess.” Ingrid tosses the ball back to Miss Berra. “So. This Elodie person, she your girlfriend or something?” Miss Berra tosses the ball back.

Ingrid fail to catch it, shocked. “Mom. What.”

“She’s been trying to get you and I to sort of…” She shrugs. “Make up I guess. I just figured-“

“She’s my Commander!”

“Oh. So she wears the pants-“

“That doesn’t-“ Ingrid stomps her foot, swiping the ball up from the ground. “She’s not my girlfriend! I’m not a faggot, Mom!”

“Language.”

“Ugh!” Ingrid rolls her eyes. She looks over at you in the bushes. You and Denise lower your heads, trying not to be seen. Ingrid squints, clearly aware of your presence.

> Give two thumbs up. This is going great!
> Move it along, go back to the baseball talk!
> Abort, abort!
> Other

>>2360260
>Give two thumbs up. This is going great!

Mom is really terrible at this, isn't she

>>2360260
>> Give two thumbs up. This is going great!
also someone bound to mention us with JJ so...

>>2360260
>Give two thumbs up. This is going great!

>>2360260
>> Give two thumbs up. This is going great!

> Give two thumbs up. This is going great!

You give two thumbs up. Going well, for the most part. Denise looks to you, then does the same thing. Ingrid sighs, then lobs the ball back to her Mom. “Besides, Mom. Elodie has a boyfriend. Cute guy too.”

Miss Berra catches it. “Jealous?”

“Pfft. No.” Ingrid catches the ball back from Miss Berra. “I mean, he does bat pretty high on their friendly lineups.”

“Where at?”

“About third or fourth?”

“Really? He’s a cleanup guy? And you say he’s cute?”

“Mom. Please. He’s a Skycraft guy before baseball. And he’s Elodie’s boyfriend too. I’m not a slut.” Miss Berra rolls her eyes at that. Ingrid huffs, throwing the ball back. “Besides. If you’re going to go on about me dating a guy who’s good at baseball. How about we talk about Dad? He couldn’t hit water if he fell out of a boat.”

“And that’s why I love him, sweetie.” Miss Berra throws the ball back. “That’s why I’ll love you too, you know. There’s other stuff I love about you that don’t involve baseball. You’re a good girl.” Ingrid pauses for a second, hesitating. “I mean, you don’t need to grandstand or anything like that. You know I love you, right?”

“… you certainly don’t show it, Mom.” Ingrid tosses the ball back even harder. The ball lands with a loud slap into Miss Berra’s glove. Miss Berra looks to the side, frowning.

“Well. I guess I don’t.” Miss Berra sighs. “Sorry.” She lobs the ball back. Before Ingrid can throw it back, Miss Berra says, “Hey. Show me your arm for a second.” Ingrid looks confused at that. “Come on. Show me that curve of yours.” Miss Berra kneels down, holding the glove out like a catcher.

Ingrid looks severely confused for a second. But then she spots the smile on her Mom’s face. To that, Ingrid sighs, then begins a wind up. You smile too. Maybe they’re going to get along now. This could be the start of something fresh for them. Ingrid throws.

And immediately clocks her Mom in the eye through the glove. “Ah! Fuck!” Miss Berra flops back. Ingrid covers her mouth in shock. She looks to you, panicking a little.

…

> “Okay. Don’t panic. Let’s just get the meat from the freezer.”
> “I mean. She caught it, right?”
> “Miss Berra, are you okay!?”
> Other

>>2360440
>“Okay. Don’t panic. Let’s just get the meat from the freezer.”
> “I mean. She caught it, right?”

>>2360440
>> “Okay. Don’t panic. Let’s just get the meat from the freezer.”

>>2360440
>“Okay. Don’t panic. Let’s just get the meat from the freezer.”

>>2360440
>Okay. Don’t panic. Let’s just get the meat from the freezer.”
>“I mean. She caught it, right?”

Mom needs to remember why catchers wear masks if she's gonna test Ingrid's power level.

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>>2360440
>> “Okay. Don’t panic. Let’s just get the meat from the freezer.”
>> “I mean. She caught it, right?”
>>2357380
But they already kissed.

> “Okay. Don’t panic. Let’s just get the meat from the freezer.”
> “I mean. She caught it, right?”

You and Denise pop out of the bushes, stepping up to Ingrid. “Okay. First off, she caught it. That’s good, right?” Ingrid nods slowly, still worried. “Now don’t panic. Let’s just get some ice or meat from the freezer, okay?” Ingrid nods again, more hurriedly. Miss Berra groans, still lying on the ground. “And let’s get her up too.”

Miss Berra waves her hand up. “No, take your time. I’ll just lie here with a black eye.”

…

…

Miss Berra sits on the bed. There wasn’t a lot of ice in her freezer surprisingly. So you had to make do with a frozen steak. Ingrid sits next to her, her hand on her Mom’s arm. “Now, it won’t swell but it’ll still leave a mark,” says Denise. “At least you caught it, right?”

Miss Ingrid sighs. “Yeah, yeah.” Ingrid frowns a little.

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Nah, it’s alright, sweetie.” Miss Berra leans back a little, looking to Ingrid. “Where’d you get an arm like that anyway? Tankery?” Ingrid nods. “Hm. I hear those loaders are freaks of nature with the stuff they carry.”

“Smaller they are, the heavier the load,” Ingrid remarks. The two snicker a little at that.

> Stick around, at least to make sure the eye isn’t too bad.
> “Well, we’ll leave you two alone for now.”
> Other

>>2360676
>“Well, we’ll leave you two alone for now.”
I think we've done what we can here for now.

>>2360676
>Stick around, at least to make sure the eye isn’t too bad.
Too bad WoT-type planned tanks aren't allowed in tankery, imagine how swole a Jagdlowe loader would be.

>>2360676
>Well, we’ll leave you two alone for now.”

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>>2360676
>> “Well, we’ll leave you two alone for now.”

>>2360735
And into the LGA2 folder it goes.

But why does Elodie have a beard and sideburns?

>>2360768
Civil War reenactor?

>>2360676
>> “Well, we’ll leave you two alone for now.”

>>2360777
> there will never be an anime about reenacting the civil war

>>2360784
I can't imagine how badly a Japanese person would fuck up the Civil War.

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>>2360798
SK does a good job of it

>>2360798
I'm sure there's at least one Japanese person who's crazy enough about the ACW that they can get the details right.

>>2360676
>> Stick around, at least to make sure the eye isn’t too bad.

>>2360833
Yeah, but most of the time they don't do a very good job portraying history.

> “Well, we’ll leave you two alone for now.”

“Well. We’ll leave you two alone for now.” You smile happily at them. “Need anything from us before you go?”

Miss Berra says, “A girlfriend for my daughter maybe.” Ingrid slaps her Mom on the arm, glaring at her. “No, kidding. Go ahead. We won’t hold you up.” You sigh, moving to the door. “We’ll see you, Ellie.” With that, the two of you leave out.

You and Denise start walking down the street. Seems the sun is already starting to set now. Denise gets on her Kettenkrad, and you get in on the back. “Want to find a place to eat before we head down to the dorms?” asks Denise. You nod. “Alrighty!” She starts up the Kettenkrad. You have to wonder now what Ingrid and Miss Berra are talking about now. Are they making up? Is their relationship getting even more divided? It seemed like they were at least talking to each other as individuals. You lean back, thinking on it.

…

…

You and Denise end up at a diner. Denise munches down hard on a big burger while you idly eat some fries. There you receive a call from Ingrid. You pick up. “Hello, Ingrid?”

“Hey, Ellie. It’s Ingrid.”

“How’d things go with your Mom?”

“Oh it’s…” You frown a little. Denise notices this, looking at you as she bites down again. “We had a chat when you left. Talked about what I wanted to do, what I wanted to accomplish, what my goals were in life, you know?” You nod. Of course, of course. “Say, Ellie. Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“You know, I really love Tankery, I do. It’s been a great experience with you guys. But my Mom told me that if I really wanted to, I can really set myself down and get to work on getting a job at baseball. Not playing it, but behind the scenes. I can meet players, help them figure out their batting and pitching and stuff. I might even end up as a coach if I play my cards right.” You nod slowly at that. “Of course, my Mom’s name is going to help but it’s not going to get me anywhere if I don’t put my mind to it I just…”

“You want my advice?”

“No, your opinion. I mean, what do you think?”

> “Baseball’s your livelihood, I won’t stop you there.”
> “I think Tankery could be your best bet.”
> “There’s no reason you can’t do both.”
> Other

>>2360919
>A girlfriend for my daughter maybe
This is why the world needs Islam.

> “There’s no reason you can’t do both.”

>>2360919
>> Other
"I don't think that's the kind of decision anyone but you can help with Ingrid. All I can say is I'd hate to lose you from my crew."

>>2360919
>“Baseball’s your livelihood, I won’t stop you there.”
Focus on what you love!

>>2360919
>> “Baseball’s your livelihood, I won’t stop you there.”

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>>2360919
>> “Baseball’s your livelihood, I won’t stop you there.”
> “I think Tankery could be your best bet.”
Try for both, but baseball is ultimately your greatest passion.

>>2360919
>“There’s no reason you can’t do both.”

>>2360930
>Entire Middle East likes to pretend gay sex is perfectly straight as long as you only do it for fun or "relief"

> “Baseball’s your livelihood, I won’t stop you there.”

“Focus on what you love, Ingrid. I mean, I can’t tell you what to do but baseball is what you love. I’d hate to lose you from the crew though anyway.”

“Oh, no. I’m not leaving Tankery, not for a while I don’t think. But… Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, the talk I had with my Mom just got me thinking.” There’s a slight pause over the phone. “You know, it’s been years since Mom and I talked like that. What did you say to her to make her come out to play catch?”

“Well. I just said that you were afraid to lose her as all. The two of you still love each other, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She snickers a little. “Heh… Ellie. Listen. Thanks, okay?”

“For what?”

“For giving me my Mom. Mom wants to play some more catch tomorrow. Planning on getting her a catcher’s mask this time.” You smile, leaning on your arm. “You’re free to join us. Of course, it’ll probably be after practice anyway but… if you got time I guess.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see, Ingrid.”

“Thanks, Ellie. You’re the best. I’ll let you go.”

> LOYALTY QUEST COMPLETE: For Love of the Game
> You’ve helped Ingrid reconnect with her Mother and reignite her dreams of getting into the world of professional baseball. In return, she now has the ability to MARK TARGET. At the cost of – 30 CP, she can mark a single tank to be targeted, allowing you to track it even you lose visual contact. The target tank’s received accuracy from your gun and teammate’s guns is also increased, making it easier to hit too.

> INGRID’S MORALE OVERCHARGED TO 200%

With that, Ingrid hangs up. Denise looks to you, smiling. “Things go well?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2361049
>Boast
Hell yeah they did!

>>2361049
>Boast
Elodie /is/ the best.*


In Lafayette.

>>2361049
>> Boast

>>2361049
>> Polite
An effective, if very pricey ability.

>>2361049
>Boast

>>2361065
>Saying this when Trudy's still around

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5kTrG-kfAo

> Boast

You lean back in your seat, grinning. “I think they went extraordinarily well, Denise.” Denise grins as well, going back to munching on her burger. “Next time you see Ingrid, she’ll be a much happier girl I think.

Denise nods happily. “Man, I wish I had you helping with my problems.” Denise leans on the table, her eyes looking upwards. “Sometimes I wonder how many troubles in my life could be solved if I had a good friend like you, Ellie.” You tilt your head.

“… is something actually troubling you?” you ask.

“Nah.” Denise snickers a little. “It’s like you’re everyone’s errand girl though, doing jobs for them to get them to do things for you.” You’re not everyone’s errand girl. You’re an Officer. “I mean, when was the last time you ever got someone to help you with one of your big problems?” You-… You squint. “Your big personal problems?”

…

“Well, that just means I don’t need outside help for my personal stuff,” you say. Denise giggles a little. “Besides, Denise. Sometimes people need help seeing things inside of themselves. You can look in the mirror all you want but there’s some things about people that only others can see.” You point to her. “I’m sure you know that.”

“That’s deep.” Denise smiles again, biting down on her burger. “But I consider myself a real simple gal. All I need in life is a good burger, the WVU team to win their games, and good friends.”

You can’t help but smile at that. Can’t argue with that.

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>>2361262
That's it for this weekend's LGA2. Hope you all enjoyed. We should be back this coming weekend too unless otherwise stated. Until next time though.

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel
And if you ever feel like shooting the shit with me, you can hit me up in my discord: https://discord.gg/9e9yvfv

See you next time.

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>>2361264
Good stuff boss

>>2361264
Thanks for running.

If you make the MC of Confederate Joan of Arc or whatever you're calling it anything but flat I'm going to hunt you down and fill you with silicon until you explode.

>>2361264
Thanks for running Schteel, catch you next time.

>>2361281
if the confederates had a titty monstered joan of arc they would've won the war because the union would never dare despoil those bountiful breasts with musket bullets

seriously those minie balls were huge, we think of full power rounds today like 7.62x51 or .30-06 or higher but back then they were basically shooting low velocity .50s at each other.

anyway i guess flat is justice

>>2361289
>low velocity .50s
They're mostly closer to .600's, and the Model 1847 is more like a .700

Muskets are ridiculous.

>>2361305
The Minie ball ones got smaller though, Enfield 1853 was a .577 calibre weapon and the Springfield 1861 was around the same.

>>2361305
>>2361309

They were also rifled by the time of the American Civil War. Though considering muskets were single shot weapons, I can understand needing a huge projectile for lethality's sake.

Repeating firearms at the time though were smaller. The Henry Rifle for instance was a .44 rimfire and the Spencer Carbine I think a .56. (Fun fact, the Henry Rifle was used quite often by Union soldiers who paid for them with their own money. Confederates couldn't quite make use of them because they couldn't replace spent ammunition.)

>>2361312
The earlier Ferguson rifle was still a .615, compared to American long rifles which were usually in the .40 to .50 range.

>>2361309
.577 has a lot more in common with .600 than .50, .50 magnum might be a better comparison in the cartridge power, but just in terms of diameter it's closer to .600.

>>2361312
Kuatcolle when? Please don’t say you dropped it.

>>2370276
Unfortunately I have anon, I'm sorry to say.

>>2370840
Damn, really liked that quest. I’ll miss the shipgirls especially Finalizer and the snarky droid.