>>28436126
> Y

Having someone with an Obessive-Compulsive Cleaning streak sure is handy. Somehwat unusual for a shut-in too.

Anyway, time for OPERATION BERTRAM!

>>28436126
Y.
After yesterday, ain't nothing gonna get you down.

>>28436126
>Y
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ALL WEEK.

>>28436126
> Y

> Y

You open up the door and find your staff waiting outside for you patiently. “Hey, girls,” you say.

Nancy nods. “How are things going with you, President?”

You shrug. “Day hasn’t even begun yet, Nancy. I’m doing fine though, last night was pretty killer though.”

Lisa smiles. “I didn’t think much of Hogan’s Heroes until last night.” She then looks as if she’s suddenly remembered something. “Oh, yeah, Boss. Mr. Mishka called me this morning, said he had something available today.”

You nod, business as usual. “Alright, we’ll walk and talk like they do in the West Wing.”

They all look at you, confused.

“Oh come on! You guys never watch The West Wing?”

They shake their heads.

“Uncivilized.”

All of you take a walk downstairs then onto the street. Wednesday, hump day. That day that people often consistently misspell. It’s often harder on you and your staff especially considering your role in Student Government. You really did not like staying after school last year, and hell part of you still hates it even now.

As you walk, you quickly remember that you should be talking AND walking at the same time.

> Converse casually
> Talk tanks
> Other

>>28436259
> Talk tanks

So what did Mr. Mishka have for us?

>>28436259
>> Talk tanks
WHAT'S IN THE SHOP, I MUST KNOW.

>>28436259
> Talk tanks

>>28436259
> Talk tanks
No ignoring it after yesterday.

>>28436126
I'll be reading that tomorrow most probably, cause it's getting late for me, but still TONKS ARE TONKS.

You're doing good job so far Schteel. Maybe some of the characters could use some more, well, character, but you're doing good.

> Talk tanks

“So, Lisa, what did Mr. Mishka have for us?”

Lisa pulls out her smartphone and pulls up the relevant email. “He emailed me a little while ago, said that: With the upcoming tournament, tanks are really beginning to change hands a lot and such and… well a lot of economic stuff I don’t understand.”

You nod, gesturing for her to cut to the chase.

“Anyway, he says that uncompleted tank chassis are going to be available to us. One at a time though per week.” She looks at you, continuing. “He says he has the chassis of a Panzer 38(t) for 12,000 Dollars this week. If you want it?”

> Note: CHASSIS are now available in THE SHOP. Only one Chassis will be available per week. CHASSIS require a compatible conversion kit to become a Tankery legal tank, however they will be COMPETITION SPEC. on completion.

> Other Note: Conversions take at least one day to complete.

> Y/N?

>>28436358
The main crew should get fleshed out naturally with time (Kitten has a good amount already of course), and with the amount of characters involved, it's inevitable that not all of the rest are going to be well-rounded and three-dimensional.

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>>28436259
>Other

Bring the otakus up

>>28436379
> N

Eeeeeeeh, we're short enough on money as it is.

>>28436379
>N
Ehh, a 38t. Not worth it at that price.

>>28436379
Are conversion kits free?

Not that I know shit about tanks to tell whether it's worth it either way.

>>28436379
> N

>>28436379
> N

>>28436418
Nope.

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>>28436413
>Ehh, a 38t. Not worth it at that price.

But we could turn it into a Hetzer

>>28436455

Have you seen our budget?

We need money REALLY badly.

>>28436455
Funny thing is, there's a Swedish 38t in the shop for the same price already at comp spec.

> N

“We don’t really have the money for it right now, Lisa.”

She nods. “Righty, it’ll be here for the week before Mr. Mishka has to sell it off.”

Nancy scratches her chin, pensive. “That reminds me, we really are short on money, aren’t we?”

You shrug. “Hey, with the play coming up, plus our match with Heinlein, I’m sure we’ll scrape some money together.”

Lisa smirks. “Always positive, aren’t you?”

“Well, you know what they say down south,” you then say in a sing song voice, “Keep on the Sunny Side!”

Ramirez says, “But it’s cloudy today.”

You arrive at the front entrance of the campus and check the time. 7:30, plenty of time before classes. You look around, and see Octavia sitting on a bench enjoying a sandwich. You can also see that other freshmen from yesterday, Loretta Niven, deep in a book.

> Talk to Octavia
> Talk to Niven
> Talk to your staff
> Take a walk around
> Go to class
> Other
> MOTHERFUCKER ALL THESE OPTIONS

>>28436538
> Talk to Octavia

The auditions are today right?

>>28436538
>> MOTHERFUCKER ALL THESE OPTIONS
I NEED TO CHOOSE THIS.

>>28436538
> Talk to Octavia

Wonder what she thought of yesterday.

>>28436538
> Talk to Octavia

>>28436554
Jesus people, one at a time.

>>28436538
> Talk to Niven
I feel merciful today. No writing them all out.

>>28436538
> Motherfucker all these options

>>28436538
> Talk to Octavia

>>28436538
> Talk to Octavia

> Talk to Octavia

“Hey, Octavia, what’s up?”

Octavia waves her sandwich at you greeting, still chewing. She swallows and says, “Doing fine. Really enjoyed last night you know.”

You sit down next to her grinning. “Oh, you know, parties with me are always a real hootnanny of a thing you know?”

She looks at you skeptically. “Have you ever actually been to a party?”

“… well no. But-“ Octavia chortles as you trip over yourself in words. “Oh come on! I mean, I don’t particularly have that many friends, I didn’t get invited to parties all that often, and besides they always turn into drugs, sex, and dubstep!”

Octavia nods, smiling. “That’s a real simple way to put it, Gertrude.” She finishes off her sandwich. “Besides, I’m your friend, you said so last night.”

You smile, punching her gently in the arm. “I suppose I am.”

“I’m not going to invite you to any parties though.”

“Jerk.”

Octavia has a good laugh at that, then she leans back on the bench and says, “Anyway, we got auditions today after school. Big cringefest incoming, but I know you’d be interested. You gonna come by?”

> Y/N?

>>28436675
Y
What kind of leader doesn't oversee auditions?

>>28436675
>Y

>>28436675
Y

I am the director after all.

>>28436675
>Y

We're the bloody director.

If course we are.

>>28436675
>Y
What kinda director do you take us for?

> Y

You scoff. “I am the director! I gotta make sure the actors are up to snuff you know?”

Octavia stands up, smiling. “Great! I’ll see you there then.” She waves you goodbye and walks away. You lean back on the bench sighing.

As much as you are the director of a play, you’re not looking forward to auditions. You remember the last time you tried auditioning for a play. That was not fun at all. Besides, how can you honestly critique someone on their ability to sing, dance, or act?

Actually, you probably can, they probably all suck anyway.

You look over at the statue of the Marquis de La Fayette.

Thinking quickly, you hurry over and spin the spurs on his boots, then quickly pray that someone competent is interested in auditioning.

What do you do now?

> Talk to your staff
> Talk to Niven
> Head to class
> Walk around
> Other

>>28436838
>> Talk to Niven
She might be good at acting.

>>28436838
> Talk to Niven

>>28436838
> Talk to your staff

>>28436838
> Walk around
Eavesdrop to see if any of the students arriving are even aware of the play being set up. Some of them might even be interested in auditioning, so who knows?

> Talk to Niven

“Hey, Niven, what’s up?”

Niven is sitting in the shade of the courtyard’s trees. She looks up from her book and nods at you, then goes back to it. Hm, less talkative than Ramirez, you didn’t think that would happen but here we are. You sit down next to her, peeking at the pages.

“What are you reading?” you ask curiously. She holds up the cover for you to see. “Have Space Suit Will Travel by Robert A. Heinlein. Ah, I see. Funny, the Tankery team’s about to have a match with Robert A. Heinlein Military Academy this weekend.” She nods attentively.

…

“You don’t talk much do you?”

She simply says, “Stutter.”

You nod, NOW you remember why she doesn’t talk much. “Okay, I understand. Hey, if you need someone to talk to though, I’m here. Maybe audition for the play after school today?”

She looks at you like you’re nuts. Not entirely unreasonable.

> Talk to your staff
> Head to class
> Walk around
> Other

>>28437054
> Walk around

>>28437054
>Walk around
Random encounter is a go

>>28437054
>> Walk around
Let's see if we can find O'Hara.

>>28437054
> Talk to your staff

>>28437054
> Walk around
We usually go for the certain options after all.

> Walk around

With what time you got left, you decide on walking around. You keep close to where your classes are of course, but walking never hurt anyone.

You put your hands in the pockets of your blazers as you trod along, you see students of all years walk by, conversing, rushing to class, getting their homework done at the-

OH SHIT YOU HAVEN’T DONE YOUR HOMEWORK.

… Meh, fuck it, you’re the Sophomore Class President, you can just ask for an extension.

You turn a corner around the English Department building and keep on walking. You quietly ponder the mysteries of life. What makes a human different from an animal?

You quickly go back to thinking about girl stuff like hair, philosophy isn’t your strong suit.

Suddenly, you hear a very familiar Irish accent. “Oi, Pool!”

You look over and see O’Brian, tired as ever, waving you over. O’Hara’s standing to next, trying to shout her down.

“YOU CUNT! YOU CAN’T DO TO THIS TO ME! IT WAS NOTHING! NOTHING I SAY!”

> Walk on over
> Keep walking
> Other

>>28437245
>Walk over
This should be fun

>>28437245
>> Walk on over

>>28437245
> Walk on over

>>28437245
> Walk on over
Anyone ever told these two that they bicker a much as an old couple yet?

>>28437245
> Walk on over
Time for fun.

> Walk on over

“What’s up you two?”

O’Brian is bearing a bit of a devilish smile with those tired eyes of hers. “You know, it was very windy yesterday, and O’Hara let slip that she-“

O’Hara’s red as a tomato. “YOU FUCKING CUNT! IT DIDN’T HAPPEN, NOT ONE BIT!”

“She let slip that she saw your knickers.”

Your knickers- oh. OH.

You chuckle, waving O’Brian off. “Well, like you say it was windy yesterday you know?” Oh god, you really don’t need this today.

Then again, O’Hara’s kinda cute when she’s mad. You bet she’s a real darling if she’d ever get a guy to go out with her.

“O’BRIAN! POOL! YOU CUNTS! IT NEVER NEVER HAPPENED!”

O’Brian sighs, crossing her arms. “Well, Pool, did it happen or not?”

> Y/N
> Stall
> Other

>>28437392
> Y

Quick question. The GMC reuired a crew of four to operate it and the su-122 which we'll get required a crew of 5. the rifle team has a crew of 3. how does that workl?

>>28437426
Same way it works in the show, crew members take multiple roles.

>>28437392
> Oh, well I don't really care enough to remember something as mundane as billowing skirts, but probably not.
Let's throw O'Hara a bone here.

>>28437392
Saw O'Hara a couple of times. Don't know. Didn't think it did.

>>28437392
>N
"Nah. She's didn't see them..."
>Sudden gust blows skirt up
"..."

>>28437392
>> N
Nah, didn't happen. Let's be nice.

>>28437392

"Birds fly, sun shines, and skirts billow. It happens. And I hope you got a good look, O'Brien, because that's as close to the action as you're getting all week."

>>28437392
> Stall
"It's a Schrodinger's skirt."

Update's delayed a bit. Getting spam filtered.

>>28437638
Oh man, that's super annoying.

>>28437438
Won't that make it harder on the su-122 since it require 5 crew?

I'm assuming the Commander takes the role of radio operator and the gunner is also the loader?

>>28437665
Probably more like the Commander does Commanding, talking and loading.

> N

“Nah, I don’t particularly remember that.”

O’Hara sighs in relief. O’Brian quickly looks at her, to which O’Hara even more quickly crosses her arms and looks angry at her, acting natural. O’Brian looks back at you. “Well, I suppose that’s disappointing then, Pool.”

You shrug. “Hey, we can’t have everything, you know?”

O’Hara nods. “Of course. Now stay out of trouble, and keep your skirts down.”

O’Brian looks over at O’Hara. “Oh, I bet you’d-“

“Don’t you fecking start with me you slothfaced northerner hillbilly cunt.”

[1/2]

>>28437392
>N

Let's not be a cunt, why embarrass O'Hara?

[2/2]

You check the time. Oh boy, time for math, yaaaay.

You quickly say goodbye to O’Hara and O’Brian then make your way to math class. Joy to math class. Maybe you’ll finally start buckling down and pay attention for once.

ALARM

Nope, fell asleep. At least you managed to convince the Professor to give you an extension on your homework. Having to run as Class President, Tankery Team Captain, and Play Director all at once is really convincing apparently.

English is relatively the same stuff as well. You’re actually starting on some personal narrative stuff.

And by starting, you actually mean you have a personal narrative paper to write.

“Now, the Personal Narrative is due by Friday,” the class groans collectively, but the Professor continues. “It need only be two or three pages. Write about someone important in your life.”

Hm. That’s kind of obvious.

Actually, not entirely obvious at all. Who should you write about?

> Kitten. You’ve known her since Elementary School. You’ve defended her from all kinds of bullies in Middle School. The two of you have been nigh inseperable.
> Your mother. She’s very important in your life mostly because she’s been dead as a doornail since you were five, however your father often has to take cues from her like cooking, taking care of you, that stuff.
> Your father. He’s taken care of you up until the Academyship, that should be obvious.
> Your sister Griselda, one of your best pals and one of the best sisters you can ask for.
> Other

>>28437815
>> Kitten.
Why not?

>>28437815
> Your sister Griselda, one of your best pals and one of the best sisters you can ask for.
Mostly because that's who I'm most interested in at the moment. Of course, we all know Kitten is most important. Dad can be second.

>>28437815
> Your sister Griselda, one of your best pals and one of the best sisters you can ask for.

Kitten gets a shitton of attention in this quest, and I want to see more development for our sis.

>>28437815

>Dad

Haha, time to bust out the emotions!

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>>28437815
>Kitten
The thought of writing about your best good friend is pretty adorable

>>28437815
> Your father.

>>28437815
> Your father. He’s taken care of you up until the Academyship, that should be obvious.

>>28437815
>> Your sister Griselda, one of your best pals and one of the best sisters you can ask for.

>>28437815
>> Your father. He’s taken care of you up until the Academyship, that should be obvious.

>>28437815
> Your father. He’s taken care of you up until the Academyship, that should be obvious.

Kitten is the obvious (and painfully predictable) choice, I want something new.

>>28437815
>> Your father. He’s taken care of you up until the Academyship, that should be obvious.

> Your father. He’s taken care of you up until the Academyship, that should be obvious.

You recognize that your father might need a bit of love. Hell, I’m sure the Professor doesn’t even know his first name. You take your laptop out of your backpack and thankfully, with the time the Professor has given you in class, you decide to knock this shit out in one go.

You quickly cycle through some memories, him going spiraling through depression with Mom’s death, alcoholism, the awkwardness of him teaching both you and Griselda the wonders of sexual intercourse…

Maybe you should try something good. You think, maybe that time he was mistaken for a pedophile?

Yeah… whatever, it’d make a good story anyway. You quickly bust out the required thousand words, forget editing and forget proofreading, you can do all that later.

ALARM. Time for Chemistry.

Except, all you get done in Chemistry is learning atomic numbers of various atoms. Joy.

ALARM. TIME FOR LUNCH. HAHA.

> Find your staff
> Head straight to lunch
> Other

>>28437999
> Find your staff
Let's pick them up for once.

>>28437999
>> Head straight to lunch

>>28437999
> Head straight to lunch
Trudy should really start learning how to cook.

>>28437999
>> Head straight to lunch
They'll be there.

> Head straight to lunch

Woo, fries and chicken nuggets. Not the most healthy thing but hell, it’s something and it tastes relatively good.

You find your staff sitting at the usual table, and thus you sit at the usual spot next to Nancy and across from Lisa and Ramirez. Lisa is apparently in the middle of telling a story to Ramirez.

“- And then he just falls down the stairs. It was the cringeworthy moment I think of Middle School.”

Ramirez nods. “I can relate. Something about girls hitting puberty earlier than guys really turns them all into idiots for some reason.”

You chuckle. “Hey, I oughta tell you guys about Eugene.”

Nancy looks curious. “Who’s Eugene?”

You smile, taking a bite out of a chicken nugget. “Way back in Middle School, me and Kitten had a really nerdy ass friend called Eugene. Shortest, scrawniest motherfucker you ever laid eyes on. You know, I sometimes got in fights because I had to defend Kitten or her honor. Other times, it’s because Eugene got himself in trouble with the big bullies in the school.”

Lisa nods. “Ah, I see. Is he still like that?”

You shrug. “He transferred out between 7th and 8th Grades to a different school. Hadn’t heard from him since.” You sigh, leaning forward on the table. “Shame really, I hope he’s doing okay.”

Nancy nods. “I hope that as well, Eugene sounds like a nice character.”

“He was, if a bit stupid sometimes. But you’re stupid in Middle School.”

> Converse casually
> Talk tanks
> Other

>>28438201
> Converse casually

>>28438201
> Converse casually
Math homework halp plz.

>>28438201
>> Converse casually

>Other

Get Homework help. Especially Math.

> Converse casually

“So, how are your days been going?”

Lisa shrugs. “Oh, classes are easy as usual.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “Aren’t you taking Honors classes?”

She nods, smiling smugly. “Problem?” You mockingly shake your fist at her then continue eating your lunch. She says, “Oh come on Boss, you can’t honestly expect to look good for the Class by falling asleep and getting enough C’s to fill out your bra.”

You scoff. “I happen to be a very full B-Cup, thank you very much.”

Nancy however, has this to say: “Actually, Lisa’s right. It’s not gonna look good to the rest of the student body if you don’t keep consistent grades. Do you even have an A in anything?”

You briefly ponder on it. You snap your finger, happily, “Gym class!”

“All you have to do in Gym is show up,” says Ramirez.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Ramirez,” you respond dryly.

Lisa waves Ramirez off then says, “Hey, if you ever need help studying, we’re here for you. Just call us.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

ALARM

Whoop, time for PE.

You say goodbye to your staff and head for the gym. Maybe you’ll finally see Bolter today. Maybe you’ll actually do something cool in Gym, like-

“DODGEBALL!”

Oh shit. Well, at least Bolter isn’t here.

The usual team gathers, Willie Hanna included. Of course, you’re elected the leader. “What’s the plan?”

> Aggressive
> Cautious
> Defensive
> It’s Dodgeball, throw balls at anything, THROW BALLS AT EVERYTHING!

>>28438401
> It’s Dodgeball, throw balls at anything, THROW BALLS AT EVERYTHING!
Dodgeball is all about the dodging and not throwing like a wimp, not tactics. That's why the dodge comes first, you see.

>>28438401
>Aggressive

BE AGGRESSIVE
BE-E AGGRESSIVE

>>28438401
> It’s Dodgeball, throw balls at anything, THROW BALLS AT EVERYTHING!
Good old fire supremacy.

>>28438401
>Aggressive
Throw them off balance right off the start

>>28438401
>Aggressive

Get all the balls first off the center line.

>>28438401
Aggressive, make Bolter come out of hiding, maybe we can reawaken her spirit of competitiveness. If she doesn't come, lighten up, don't be a bully.

> Aggressive

Balls are flying every which away as you duck, weave, and well… dodge them. The thing about dodgeball is that it’s not exactly as much of a teamsport, in fact it kinda works similarly to Kitten’s FPS games like Team Fortress 2, sometimes you just have to carry the team.

And boy did you carry.

As you weaved through the hail of rubber balls, you took accurate aimed shots at the exposed girls on the other team. Your shots always aimed true, either hitting a leg, an arm, or in one case a chest. Your team as well followed your example, catching balls and knocking out the opposing team members without ever getting touched. Not even the Lob-and-drill technique from that one Nickelodeon show could stop you, mainly because it never worked in the first place.

Soon, your team is victorious. You bump fists with the opposing team leader then hit the showers.

The showers are an excellent relief to those rubber balls to your limbs. With that in mind, it’s time for History class.

“Right, you’re going to do a presentation on a civil war of the 20th Century. I want it done by Monday.”

Well shit. Maybe you can just partner with someone-

“No partners.”

Well shit.

Whatever, you can figure that shit out later. Might be worth it to pay the History Club a visit to get some advice. Now that you think about it, you don’t know much about the History Club. Now you really want to pay them a visit. But alas, you’re busy today.

Time for theatre.

ALARM

Welp, that went quickly. As did French Class as well. Nothing but the fundamentals like the –er verbs and such and how to conjugate them in the imperative form.

With that, school’s over. What now?

> Find your staff
> Head to the Auditorium
> Head home
> Other

>>28438701
> Head to the Auditorium

>>28438701
>> Head to the Auditorium
OPERATION BERTRAM

>>28438701
>> Head to the Auditorium

>>28438701
Pick-your-own-civil-war? But there are so many, how will I choose?
> Head to the Auditorium
Sadly, you have a duty.

>>28438701
>Civil war of the 20th century
Damn, I don't suppose O'Hara is as knowledgeable about other civil wars as the American one?
Were the Irish having a civil war at that point? I feel like they probably were.

>Head to the Auditorium

>>28438701
> Head to the Auditorium
Prez needs her Director's chair bad.

Also...
>civil war
>20th Century
Well, that sure narrows things down. We could make it tank relevant and pick the Spanish Civil War.

>>28438750
>The Irish Civil War (Irish: Cogadh Cathartha na hÉireann; 28 June 1922 – 24 May 1923) followed the Irish War of Independence and accompanied the establishment of the Irish Free State, an entity independent from the United Kingdom but within the British Empire.

I am not surprised at all.

>>28438772
>Spanish Civil War
Not much tank warfare there.

May I vote for the spanish, finnish, russian or irish civil wars?

>>28438772
We gotta hipster it up anon. Pick your most obscure civil war: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_civil_wars

Or, if it counts, Boxer rebellion would be cool.

> Head to the Auditorium

You head on down to the Auditorium. You text your staff that they can go home for the day, but that you’ll call when you need them. You arrive and open up the doors. Nothing but Theatre Tech kids lounging around on their smartphones and their iPads and their portable game devices. You see Octavia up in the front row.

You head on down and sit down next to Octavia hands you a script of the play. Now that you remember it, the script wasn’t exactly small. In fact, this script is about several dozen pages. A bit daunting, but it could be worse, you could be reading War and Peace.

“This is the script?” you ask.

Octavia nods, her script clipped to a clipboard and already annotated to shit. You need one of those, an annotated script, looks so official. “Sure is,” she says. “Don’t be daunted by it, most of it is filler that we can skip over if you’d like.”

You shrug. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Octavia nods again, “Anyway, how’s your day been, exciting?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>civil war
>20th century

Russia?
China?
Anywhere in the middle east?

I vote Russia, because we could get the aviators on board - there were a lot of planes during the Whites vs the Reds

>All these pleb European wars
Everyone knows African civil wars are the bloodiest, and South American civil wars get the coolest reps.

>>28438830
>Neutral

>>28438830
> Polite
not much has happened really...

Chechen civil war.

We will describe glorious removal of kebab.

>>28438830
> Neutral

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>>28438701
>Might be worth it to pay the History Club a visit to get some advice. Now that you think about it, you don’t know much about the History Club

I sure hope those girls also took up the personas of famous military leaders
Frederick the Great pl0x

> Neutral

“Eh, it’s been okay. Got some work that needs to be done though, presentations here and there, a paper for English.”

Octavia nods. “That’s rough, but hopefully you can get all that done over the weekend.”

“The Heinlein match is this weekend.”

Octavia looks at you, shocked. “Is it? Shit, thought we had more time.”

You quirk your brow. “Something wrong?”

“Oh, nothing, it’s just- your team’s kinda…” she looks for the right word to describe it. “… shit.”

Eh, the only word more versatile than shit is fuck. You quickly start flipping through the script and say, “Well, Octavia, I think we have a chance at beating Heinlein.”

“I don’t.”

“… Well, you’re honest, gotta give you that.”

Octavia shrugs, indifferent. “Look, Gertrude, I think things realistically, and the realistic outcome is that you get beaten. Not gonna say how badly you get beat, just that you get beat.”

You say, “Octavia, it’s just a practice match. There’s nothing hang on it like the World Tournament.”

Octavia nods, agreeing with that. “Right.” She points to a group of girls standing around, chatting stage left. “Those are our auditionees, if you want, we can start going through them.”

> Auditions
> Talk with Octavia
> Talk with Theatre Tech
> Other

>>28438934
I want a General Sherman.

>>28439034
>> Auditions

>>28439034
>> Talk with Theatre Tech

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>>28439036
I want a General Lee

>>28439034

>Talk with Theatre Tech
>Auditions

Talk with Octavia afterwards.

>>28439034
>Auditions

Which of our tanks could most easily be mocked up as a soviet tank?

>>28439034
> Auditions

>“The Heinlein match is this weekend.”
Well... fuck. I thought we'd get in at least one more practice with the team.

>>28439071
>>28439036
>>28438934

Katrina Abrams
Georgina Pattan

>>28439088
The actual Soviet tank?

>>28439114
Isn't that a tank destroyer?

I mean, if we're pretending to be a T-55/T72, we should at least get a turret...

>>28439100
We have practice tomorrow.

>>28439142
How many people in the crowd will know that?

>>28439142
Hurr, I'm a goddamn retard and completely forget about the KV-1s.

>>28439154
Considering tankery is to that setting what soccer is to ours? Everyone.

>>28439034
>> Talk with Theater Tech
Get them up and running. Come on, show some enthusiasm!

>>28439175
Our ship is to the tankery world what America is to the soccer world.

>>28439144
Oh, thanks goodness then. We'll need to work on team fighting skills if we want to at least leave Heinlein with a metaphorical bloody nose.
Also hoping the SU-122 is delivered by then.

>>28439198
That's actually a really good analogy.

>>28439199
They said it'd be in by practice tomorrow.

>>28439227
Did they say how? I know Schteel is no economist, but it seems like getting a tank to a carrier would be difficult.

>>28439245
Probably on one of those shipments we see the ships getting, you know giant boxes and crap.

Like how Yukari got to Saunders and back.

> Auditions

“Alright, first auditions.” You wave to the girls on stage. “Hi, girls. I’m sure Octavia already has your names and contact information set. So…” you flip through the script, trying to look professional. “Yeah, if one of you could go first and read a couple of lines for us, that’d be great.”

All seven of them look at each other. Great, only seven in a cast of at least twenty. This’ll be fun.

One walks out of the group and center stage. Short girl, brown hair, glasses, nothing too exciting but nothing too ugly. Just about perfect for the stage. She holds up her script like a book. She waves, “Hi, I’m auditioning for the role of Erica Mason.”

You nod, figures they’d snap up all the female roles first.

She reads her lines off the script in a rather dry tone, with only bursts of emotions in between. You quietly sigh, that’s the usual fare for people wanting to audition. Unfortunately the only people with enthusiasm for Theatre are the Theatre Arts kids.

God, you REALLY don’t want to deal with them. At least this girl has a nice singing voice, might work good as a back up, and if she memorizes her lines and puts a little more effort into delivery, she might be an understudy.

Now, who’s next, it’s-

Oh shit. IT’S KITTEN.

You cough, trying to cover up your laughter as Kitten shyly takes the stage. She glares at you for a moment, then says, “Uh… I’m not auditioning for any particular role. I’ll take what you give me.”

> Say Hi to Kitten
> Remain professional
> Other

>>28439294
>Professional

>>28439294
> Remain professional

>>28439294
>> Remain professional

Don't need to make her more nervous.

>>28439294
> Remain professional
Fuck yeah, Kitten!

>>28439294
>Remain professional
2cute

>>28439294
>> Remain encouragingly professional

>>28439294
Definitely Kitten's finest hour so far.
>Remain professional

> Remain professional

You quickly get control of yourself, then just say, “Alright. Whenever you’re ready.”

Kitten puffs her cheeks, then lets all the air out in one go as she flips through the script for something. “Uh…” she says audibly. Oh god, this is so cute yet so cringeworthy, you’re not entirely sure which is which.

Eventually, Kitten says, “Um. I don’t… particularly know what lines to read. Do you mind if I just sing a song instead?”

Octavia says, “Sure, go ahead.”

Kitten looks down at you, her blushing intensifying. You simply smile reassuringly at her. Octavia motions one of the Theatre Tech kids to the piano sitting in the orchestra pit in front of the stage.

Sykes quickly takes the piano and flips through some music. “What song?” she asks.

Kitten says, “Oh… uh…” she looks at you again. You simply shrug. Kitten rolls her eyes then says, “Can you play, You are my Sunshine?”

Sykes nods. “Sure thing.” She quickly plays a few notes on the piano, then gets playing. Kitten exhales, then inhales, then begins singing.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my arms,
But when I woke dear, I was mistaken,
And I hung my head and cried…

Octavia leans over to you surprised. “She’s good.”

You feel a little giddy inside. “I know,” you whisper back to her.

You are my Sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
You never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don’t take my sunshine away.

You instantly begin clapping, grinning. “Bravo!” you say. You slowly stop clapping as you realize no one else is clapping alongside you, then grin a little wider, blushing. “Ehehehe…” you shrink a bit in your seat. “Yeah. Good job.”

Octavia nods. “Good job.”

> Keep going with auditions
> Talk with the Theatre Tech
> Talk with Octavia
> Talk with Kitten
> Other

>>28439507
Hnnnnnnngh!
>Give Kittena grin and thumbs-up, then ask her if she'll stay through auditions. Keep going with them.

>>28439507
>> Keep going with auditions
We'll talk with Kitten after.

>>28439507
Give some feedback then,
> Keep going with auditions

>>28439507
>Keep going with auditions

We can smother Kitten later tonight.

> Keep going with auditions

Kitten eagerly leaves center stage and sits down at the edge at stage left. You try not to do anything that might indicate that you know her, lest the other girls think you’re just going to choose her over them, much as you want to.

The next girl, surprisingly enough, is Jenny Curtiss from the Aviation Studies Club.

“Hi, I’m auditioning for the role of Colonel Tanner.”

You nod. Now that’s something.

“Alright,” she says. “I’ll be reading off the lines on page 32, the part where he explains how things are going?”

Octavia nods. “I’ll read the other lines for you.”

Jenny coughs and clears her throat. Her usual enthusiastic expression replaced now by one of sheer seriousness. She uses her script less as a reading tool and more of a prop actually. She points to some imaginary points. “West Coast, East Coast, first wave of the attack, came in disguised as commercial charted flight same way they did in Afghanistan in ’80. They were crack airborne outfits. They took these passages in the rockies.”

Jenny continues on, her acting surprisingly good. You find herself enthralled by it actually, and when she’s finished you’re disappointed that she is finished. Christ, you and Octavia clap politely.

> Keep going with auditions
> Talk with Theatre Tech
> Talk with Octavia
> Talk with Kitten
> Talk with Jenny
> Other

>>28439727
>Keep going with auditions

>>28439727
>> Keep going with auditions
Why would we talk to people before auditions are done? Feedback is at the end, or even later, everyone knows that.

>>28439727
>> Keep going with auditions

> Keep going with auditions

The next two auditions aren’t as good as Kitten’s or Jenny’s auditions. Like the first girl, they mainly stood and read off the script. You cross your arms. Even despite Kitten and Jenny, they can’t do a play all by themselves.

Or can they?

Nah, they probably can’t.

Regardless, you soldier on through. Maybe someone will burst through the doors and just-

The doors to the main entrance suddenly burst open. “I’VE COME TO AUDITION!” says… O’Hara?

Wow, you weren’t serious when you thought of that.

O’Hara marches through the aisle, everyone’s attention squarely on her. She jumps up on stage then stands center stage. “Impressed?” she says.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28439898
>> Boast
Show me what you got!

>>28439898
> Boast
She probably feeds off boasting, don't want to ruin her audition.

>>28439898
> Boast
We'll see.

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Goddamnit Kitten.

> Boast

“When you show me your audition, maybe.”

O’Hara smirks. “Well, script please!” A script immediately flies right into her face, knocking her glasses off. “AH! MOTHERFUCKER!”

Octavia indifferently says, “Language.”

O’Hara quickly puts her glasses back on and begins reading the script.

Strange actually, you recall O’Hara laughing at you when you asked if she was interested in auditioning. Why is she even auditioning now? You look back into the audience seating. Nope, you can’t see O’Brian so it looks like she didn’t lose a bet or anything.

Hell, she seems way too enthusiastic. What’s her angle?

“Right, I won’t be auditioning for any role in particular, I’ll read off for Jed Eckert in the Deer blood scene.”

With that in mind, her audition actually goes relatively swimmingly. Her accent actually disappeared entirely, which raises a lot of questions as to whether it’s fake or not. It probably isn’t, but hell, you can speculate can’t you?

> Praise
> Honest
> Criticize

>>28440130
>Honest

>>28440130
> Honest
But do it friendly-like. It'll just be praise anyway, but without the bullshit and meaningless fluff, which she hates.

>>28440130
>> Honest

>>28440130

>Honest

>>28440130
>Honest

>>28440130
> Honest
I actually thought she'd audition for the role of Robert.
Or one of the Soviet antagonists at least.

> Honest

“Well, I think you did lovely, O’Hara. Loved how you made your accent go away, maybe go with more subtlety instead of… bombasticness?”

O’Hara shrugs. “Of course! I welcome your constructive criticism, Pool.”

You can’t help but ask why she even auditioned in the first place, but decide better of it and perhaps leave it for later.

The last two auditions go by rather uneventfully. Like the others, they can actually sing pretty well, it’s just that their general acting ability is… horrible. They’ll make good extras at least. You scratch your chin, thinking on it. You have at least eight auditionees.

For a cast of at least 20 characters.

You sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you consider it all. Octavia as well doesn’t look very happy but she at least musters enough energy to thank everyone for coming.

“Thank you all for coming,” she says. “We’ll let you all know who has what role on Monday, we’ll also be doing another audition session on Thursday. So let your friends know what’s what.”

With that, everyone scatters.

Octavia looks over at you. “How do you think we did?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28440280
>olite

>>28440280
>> Polite
Eh, we did alright.

>>28440280
>> Polite
We need to start recruiting more actors. This is now Academyship play quest.

>>28440280
>Polite
Well, you got some great ones! But not nearly enough mediocre to acceptably bad ones to round out the cast. Guess more aggressive recruiting is needed.

>>28440280
> Polite
We just need to get the main cast established at least. I dunno if downsizing the size of the cast is a palatable option.

What we really need to do kick the Theater kids' lazy asses though.

> Polite

“Well, I think we need more actors.”

Octavia shrugs. “I suppose we do. I’ll do some auditioning tomorrow while you’re at practice if that’s fine with you.”

You nod, waving her off. “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine.”

Octavia sighs, looking as if she’s going to regret this. “Worst case scenario, you can always just cast yourself in a role.”

You smirk. “Ha, the day I act in a play is the same day hell freezes over.”

Octavia pats your shoulder. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, anyway,” she checks the time. “I got somewhere to be. Feel free to take a look around the auditorium, ask Barkas if you need a hand with anything.”

You wave goodbye. “Thanks, Octavia.”

> Talk with Theatre Tech
> Talk with Kitten
> Talk with Jenny
> Talk with O’Hara
> Take a walk around the Auditorium
> Other

>>28440413
>> Talk with Kitten
Let's talk with our Sunshine.

>>28440413
>Talk with O’Hara

>>28440413
>> Talk with O’Hara
She seems like she'd be the most impatient.

>>28440413
> Talk with Jenny
Oh yeah, she's our Tanner alright.

> Talk with Theatre Tech
We need to brainstorm with them on how to "motivate" the Theater folks.

> Talk with O’Hara

“So, O’Hara, I’ve been meaning to ask.” O’Hara looks over at you, crossing her arms. “Why are you auditioning? I thought you thought this was stupid.”

O’Hara smiles smugly. “Oh yeah, me and O’Brian remembered you’d be doing this stupid shite, so she paid me a couple of bucks to come in and just ham the entire thing up. I know you’re not actually gonna cast me in this thing, you probably got the Theatre Arts kids for that.”

“… what if we do cast you?”

O’Hara drops her smug smile for one of fear. “Oh god, please don’t cast me. I-I- FUCK, it’s…” She chuckles nervously. You place your hands on your hips, smirking. “Oh don’t look at me like that! I’m a Hall Monitor, I’m far too busy to be in plays and shit!”

From the doorway, O’Brian suddenly appears and says, “No you aren’t!”

“YOU SHUT UP YOU FUCKING CUNT!”

O’Brian sleepily says, “Cuuuuunt.”

O’Hara scoffs, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at you. “Anyway, I have to get on my beat. Good day to you, Pool.”

“Have you shagged her yet?”

“ARE YOU LOOKING TO GET SKULLFUCKED BY MY BATON YOU FECKLESS CUNT!?”

> Talk to Kitten
> Talk to Theatre Tech
> Talk to Jenny
> Take a walk around
> Other

>>28440594
We gotta convince her later.
> Talk to Jenny

>>28440594

>Talk to Jenny

>>28440594
Jenny

>>28440618
We should tell her we'll take her out to dinner if she does.

>>28440630
A nice bargaining tool if needed, but I think a sincere explanation of the situation and saying how much we'd like to see her on stage might be enough.

>>28440594
> Talk to Kitten
Genuinely curious as to what motivated her to come audition.

>>28440660
I know, but my way is more fun.

I do admit that we shouldn't just jump to it though.

>>28440676
The reason was her awesomeness. Coincidentally it's also why Trude likes her so much. This is just a rare chance to show others said awesomeness too (but they better not get clingy).

> Talk to Jenny

“I’m quite surprised you auditioned, Jenny.”

Jenny shrugs as she packs her things. “Oh, you know, I just happened to be really interested in Theatre. I thought I might give it a try, maybe take Theatre Arts next year.”

“My advice, don’t.”

Jenny quirks her brow. “Is it that bad?”

You sway in place, thinking on it. “Let’s just say you should probably build a tolerance towards the improve game, Party Quirks.”

Jenny nods, understanding. “Anyway, I’m happy to help where I’m needed, Gertrude.”

“Yeah, how’s the rest of your club doing?”

Jenny grins. “Great! We’re actually really close to getting our GeeBee flyworthy! Might be ready by Saturday at least! Oh, can’t wait to see how it flies! You know, the Granville Brothers only built a few dozen of those planes. You only really see the originals in museums.”

“I assume yours is a replica.”

Jenny nods. “Yep, but I assure you, it’s gonna fly like the actual one.” She throws her backpack on. “Anyway, hope the play goes well.”

“Yeah, Jenny. See ya.”

> Talk to Kitten
> Talk to Theatre Tech
> Take a walk around
> Other

>>28440726

>Talk to Theatre Tech

we can talk to Kitten on the way home

>>28440726
> Talk to Kitten
Time for gushing. The oral kind. With words I mean, not like puking or...yeah.

>>28440726
> Talk to Theatre Tech

>>28440726
>> Talk to Kitten

>>28440750
Second.

> Talk to Theatre Tech

“Hey, Barkas.”

Barkas nods to you. “Hey, Gertrude. I see the auditions went pretty fine.”

You shrug. “Could be better all things considered. At least we didn’t get too many cringeworthy performances from the Theatre Arts kids.”

Barkas laughs. “Yeah! But hey, I really like what you’re doing for the play, you know? I wish I could try and do something to repay you for that.”

> RECRUITMENT OPPORTUNITY
> Y/N?

>>28440979
> Y

>>28440979
Y

>>28440979
>Y
Why the hell not?

>>28440979
> Y

Well if you're not too busy...

>>28440979
>Y
Let her think about it later though, we got more pressing things to worry about right now.

>>28440979
> Y
YES!

> Y

“Actually, you know, we could always use more crews on hand on the team. You think you might be interested?”

Barkas says, “Eh… We’re still pretty busy with the play, maybe when it’s all said and done, but right now, we can’t.”

> DENIED

You nod. “Ah, okay. That’s fine.”

Barkas however, snaps her fingers. “But, we’ll try and pool what money we have left and donate to Tankery, how about that?”

You nod, this time more enthusiastically. “That’d be great! Every dollar counts.”

Barkas nods as well. “Alright then,” she checks the time. “Whoo, time for dinner. Anyway, we gotta be going.”

“Alright, see ya.”

> Talk to Kitten
> Take a walk around the auditorium
> Head home
> Go out and dinner
> Other

>>28441100
>Take a walk around the auditorium

then we can fetch Kitten and go out to dinner.

>>28441100

>Talk to Kitten

>>28441100
> Take a walk around the auditorium

I can tell already that the Theater Tech crew are bros.

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>>28441100
> Take a walk around the auditorium

That went better than it had any right to.

Anyway, we still need more money, and find the history club and animation club.

But especially that fucking money.

>>28441100
>> Go out with Kitten for dinner, discuss the day and audition

>>28441100
> Take a walk around the auditorium

>>28441100
> Take a walk around the auditorium
Is everyone who auditioned gone?
If so, then we can start chewing out the Theater Arts kids to get to work.
I mean seriously, the people who auditioned probably put in more effort than them at this point.

> Take a walk around the auditorium

Both you and Kitten decide on walking around the Auditorium. It was just the two of you so it was more or less pretty quiet. The set itself was looking near completion, but it seems like the more detailed stuff like the electronics, props, windows, and other things were still getting into place. You also spot an incomplete building setpiece, probably for the town.

Kitten points over somewhere. “Look at that.”

True to her word, it is the mentioned wooden mock up of a Soviet T-55 tank. It was still quite visibly wooden, and the turret appeared to be missing the main gun. Everything else however, the tracks, the hull, and even the wheels appeared to be in place.

You whistle admirably. “Gotta say, that’s some dedication.”

Kitten nods. “Yep. Be a shame if that went to waste.”

You walk over and caress the wooden hull. What you wouldn’t give for a tank like the T-55 to be legal.

Your stomach growls.

“Sounds like it’s time for dinner,” says Kitten.

> Go out and eat
> Head home and eat
> Go to Kitten’s place and eat
> Other

>>28441323
>Go out and eat

We both deserve it!

>>28441323
> Go out and eat
Time to splurge on dinner with Kitten.

>>28441323
> Go out and eat

>>28441323
> Head home and eat
Buy something from the convenience store, head back home with Kitten, maybe give our little sister and family a call?

>>28441378
Oh, I forgot to add. Math homework.

>>28441323
>Head home and eat
And get homework done for once!

> Go out and eat

With that, you decide the best place to eat is fucking IHOP. You’re not the most creative person, but IHOP does taste good even when it’s dinner. Just wish’d they had lowered prices.

You talk with Kitten as you wait for your food to arrive.

“So, Kitten, what made you come and audition? Really?”

Kitten shrugs. “Well you did say I’d come around to it, and I came around to it, okay?”

You lean forward, your hands on your cheeks. “You know, you were so cute when you were singing it’s not even funny!”

“Yeah, let’s not discuss that. Anyone can sing,” says Kitten. You giggle, still sperging a little at the memory of it. Kitten sighs. “Anyway, Trudy. I’m guessing this means the play is gonna go well?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28441472
> Neutral

Ahahahahahaha.

No, we're a long way from being good.

>>28441472
> Neutral
Between the upcoming match with Heinlein and the play, I'd bet the match will go smoother.

>>28441472
>> Neutral
We'll see, still early in the casting call.

>>28441472
> Neutral

> Neutral

“Well, Kitten, we’ve got a long ways to go. It ain’t just the play you know, we’ve still got Tankery to deal with. Our match with Heinlein is actually this Saturday, so you’re gonna needed to wake up bright and early.”

Kitten laughs. “Hahaha! No.”

You cross your arms. “You only need to be at school by 6. It’s simple.”

“No human being that isn’t clinically depressed wakes up at 6.”

“Actually, you need to be at school by 6. You’d need to wake up at around 5.”

…

Kitten sighs. “I don’t know what I expected.”

You say, “Oh, come on, Kitten. Waking up early never hurt anyone. You know what Ben Franklin says, Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy and wise. And you should listen to Ben Franklin cause he was a total pimp.”

“Didn’t he die of an STD?”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

Kitten crosses her arms, leaning back in the seat. “Anyway, Trudy, I suppose… you’re really going to need to wake me up. No alarm clock has ever built to wake me up at that time.”

You smile, “I’ll be sure to, we’ll shower together, we’ll dress together, it’ll be like freshmen year all over again! See how Tankery’s done for us?” You take a sip of water.

Kitten looks at you curiously. “You know, I don’t think you ever told me why you revived Lafayette’s Tankery program.” You nearly choke on your water. “Why did you restart it?”

> Truth
> Lie
> Change the subject
> Other

>>28441617
>Truth
She's our best good friend, I think she needs to know.

>>28441617
> Truth

>>28441617
> Lie

This. Shit. Is. Confidential.

>>28441617
>Truth

whelp

>>28441617
> Lie

You guys don't want to ruin school for Kitten don't you?

>>28441617
> Lie

Do you idiots remember why Tennyson wanted to keep this confidential in the first place?

Because he wanted students to enjoy school without the spectre that it's going to end unless we win the Tankery.

>>28441617
> Lie

This isn't our secret to tell.

>>28441617
>> Truth

>>28441617
> Lie

>>28441617
> Lie

>>28441617
>Truth
Don't tell anyone else...

>>28441617
>Truth

>>28441617
>> Lie

>>28441617
> Truth

>>28441617
>> Truth

>>28441617
lie, save it for when we need a come from behind victory

>>28441617
>> Lie

>>28441617
> Truth
If there is anyone we can trust on this boat

>>28441617
>Defer, student government matters, all you can say is that it is important for the school

This is going to be an interesting update.

> writing

>>28441617
Truth
We are telling our closest friends and confidant. If we cannot tell her we cannot tell anyone.

> Draw

“Uh… well…”

Kitten looks at you skeptically. She’s probably noticed that your cheeks have gone a bit red, you can’t seem to look her in the eye, and the fact that you’re nervously shifting in your seat.

“Well, you see, Kitten, I-“ Fuck, you can’t lie to Kitten. You can’t tell her the Truth either. “Kitten… uh…”

Kitten is starting to look concerned. “Are you okay?”

You nod violently. “Y-Yeah! Totally fine, right as rain! You know, it’s real funny, Tankery. Funny stuff!”

…

Kitten says, “Are you hiding something from me?” What gets you is the fact that she doesn’t angry, she sounds hurt. Oh god, your stomach, and it’s not hunger.

“No, Kitten, I’d never do that!”

She crosses her arms. “Then what is it?”

> Truth
> Lie
> Change the Subject
> Other

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>>28441863
>Truth

>>28441863
lie, tell her that you thought you'd lead the school to glory in tankery since you're no academic but still president.

>>28441863
> Truth

>>28441863
Truth!!
We cannot lie to our sunshine!

>>28441863
>Truth

>>28441863
>> Truth

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>>28441863
Goddamnit Kitten dont do this to me.

>>28441863
>> Truth

>>28441863
> Change the Subject
> Other
Stall. We're still in a diner outside right? We need some privacy at least before we spill the beans.

> Truth

“I…” You ball up your hands into fists, trying to make it come out. “Fuck it, I’ll text you.”

“But I’m right here-“

“I can’t say it, okay?!” You quickly pull out your phone and start texting like mad. With that, you hit send and in response Kitten’s phone vibrates. Kitten pulls out her phone. She looks, and after a minute, she looks up at you. Then she looks back at the phone, and back to you.

“Kitten, I-“

“No.” Kitten sighs and puts the phone back in her pocket. She leans forward on the table, looking you dead in the eye. “How long did you know about this?”

“Since the end of August.”

Kitten frowns. No, Kitten, please. “You didn’t think to tell me?”

“I-… well no. I thought I’d just… let it run out you know? I’d tell you when I felt like the time was right.”

Kitten stands up. “I need to use the bathroom.” She leaves without another word. Oh man, you could’ve handled that better. You sigh, your spirits dropping as you slack into your chair.

> Follow Kitten
> Wait for Kitten to come back
> Call someone (Specify)
> Other

>>28442046
> Follow Kitten

>>28442046
>> Wait for Kitten to come back

>>28442046
> Wait for Kitten to come back

Give her some space retards.

>>28442046
> Follow Kitten

>>28442046
>Wait for Kitten to come back

Cry, a lot.

>>28442046
>> Follow Kitten

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>>28442046

>>28442046
>> Wait for Kitten to come back

>>28442046
>> Wait for Kitten to come back

>>28442046
> Wait for Kitten to come back
Panic quietly.

>>28442046
> Follow Kitten
Please don't take our sunshine away!

>>28442046
>Wait for Kitten to come back

> Wait for Kitten to come back

You simply sit there in your own thoughts. You hadn’t even realized the waitress put your food on the table for you. A burger, some chicken tenders, all of it looked so good, and yet your appetite has gone away entirely.

You don’t know how long you wait until Kitten finally comes back. Her cheeks look a bit reddened, her eyes still look a bit wet. You can definitely tell what happened in there.

“I don’t blame you,” says Kitten quietly. “I suppose I could’ve waited to know this.”

You don’t know what to say, so you simply nod.

“You remember how hard the entrance exams were?”

You shake your head, thinking on it. “Lot of nights were lost studying.”

“Not to mention how many people were there. Thousands it looked like.” Kitten looks down at her meal, wiping something out of her eye. “If… it happened. Where would we go?”

“Try to transfer on another Academyship. Principal Tennyson said our tuition would be refunded.”

Kitten sighs. “That’s impossible. And you know that.”

You can’t help but nod at that. You pick up a chicken tender, trying to take a bite. It tastes good, but not as good as it could be.

“Gertrude, I don’t want to be separated from you.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28442246
> Boast

>>28442246
>Tearful Boast

>>28442246

>Tearful Boast

Holy shit these feels

>>28442246
>>Tearful Boast: No one will take my sunshine away from me!

>>28442246
>> Boast
And I don't want to be separated from you. That's why we're gonna win, or go down guns blazing!

>>28442246
> Boast
The sentiment is definitely the same, but this is a pretty somber mood both are in.

>>28442246
>Boast with tears in our eyes
Kitten, I don't want to lose you either, we're gonna fight for this, for us.

> Boast

“We won’t be, Carol. I promise you that. We’ll win the tournament and everything will be right as rain, I promise you!”

Kitten looks up at you, she sees the tears forming in your eyes. Her lip quivers, and she says, “Please don’t cry, Gertrude. You’re gonna make me cry again.”

You nod, biting your lip and wiping some stray tears out of your eye. “Yeah, yeah.” Your voice cracks a little. “Yeah, let’s just have some dinner and act like we’re not about to burst into tears.”

Kitten nods. Soon the two of you begin digging into your meals with somber enthusiasm. None of you say a word as you eat. You don’t even say a word as you get up and leave a far more generous tip than you should for the waitress.

You and Kitten simply stand outside the IHOP, looking like the saddest little things on the Academyship.

Where do you go?

> Your place
> Kitten’s place
> Other

>>28442412
> Kitten’s place

>>28442412
Take her hand and head home.