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>>46699898

Casualties were relatively light. Several planes were shot down or damaged, but the Marines took the brunt of the damage, with several hundred dead or wounded. However, the biggest casualties lay within the shipgirl force. While no shipgirls were sunk, practically all of them were damaged or exhausted to varying degrees. From what you heard from the Captain, the USN's shipgirl force wouldn't be back up to full readiness for months. In particular, Iowa and Midway had taken serious damage. Mulberry passed out shortly after defeating the Midway Princess, and remained asleep.

Thankfully, the conventional fleet, which had sat back safely in the rear lines, was practically untouched, and there were already talks of starting escorted supply convoys to Asia.

But all of that didn't matter to you as you tried to relax in one of the temporary repair facilities hastily constructed by Mulberry's fairies on the beaches of Midway. You took rather light damage, but the warm healing waters still felt like heaven.

"So you're telling me," Portland blinked, "that you TALKED to the Abyssals?"

Oh right, there was that little matter, too.

>You had only told Portland.
>You decided to inform your Task Force.
>Other

>>46699910
>>You decided to inform your Task Force.

>>46699910
>>You had only told Portland.

Take it easy, one at a time.

>>46699910
>>You had only told Portland.
Yah no, this isn't something we blab that easily.

>>46699910
>>You had only told Portland.

>>46699910
>You had only told Portland.

>>46699910
>You decided to inform your Task Force.

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>>46699910
>>You had only told Portland.

Maybe after seeing how Portland reacts to it, but not before.

>>46699898
>>>You had only told Portland.

Let's at least see how Sweat Pea takes it.

>>46699910
>You decided to inform your Task Force.

>>46699982
>RNG of warships
>implying WoWS is more that than KanColle

>>46699910
>Hey, it happened to me when that wo-class hat jumped me, then shouldn't that be the same with other abyssals?
sup merc.

>>46699910
>>You had only told Portland.

>>46699910
>>You decided to inform your Task Force.
"More or less. And i don't like it".

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>>46699910
So far, you had only told Portland this. Your sisters and the rest of the task force still didn't know yet, and were on the other side of the pool, doing whatever it was they did. Johnston was apparently teaching Luce, Wren and Daly wrestling moves while Heerman kept a watchful eye on them. White Plains was still looking glum over all of the planes she had lost, with San Diego trying to keep her spirits up.

Meanwhile, Ontario was also present, doting on a very annoyed looking and heavily bandaged Haida. Ontario was literally spoonfeeding her hot chicken noodle soup, and even though Haida complained "that shit is for kids", she pretty clearly was not protesting too hard. You also noted the Fletchers looking on quite jealously.

"Yeah." You confirm to Portland. "But it was weird, like, we weren't talking over the radio or anything. It felt like we were talking through our minds... like that psychic shit on TV?"

"This sounds very much like your 'incident' with the Wo..." Portland frowns. "Maybe that's the cause...?"

"Dunno." You shrug.

"Hoel, this is serious." Portland adjusts her glasses as she stares at you. "We have to go to the Admiral, or even Vahlen, for this. It could be a huge breakthrough or... a sign of something bad."

"Oh, are you worried about me?" You grin.

"I'm worried about the whole fleet." Portland responds defensively.

>We should talk to the Admiral.
>We should talk to Vahlen.
>I don't want to tell anybody else this just yet.
>Other

>>46700397
>>We should talk to the Admiral.
I saw and felt what she did to that Wo, I am not getting ANYWHERE near her.

>>46700397
>>We should talk to the Admiral.
Not like anyone can believe us at the moment.

>>46700397
>>We should talk to the Admiral.
Vahlen... worries me in this story.

>>46700397
>We should talk to the Admiral.
>Make sure this does NOT reach Vahlen's ears.
>Tell Portland about that Nightmare with Vahlen dissecting Wo

>>46700397
>We should talk to the Admiral.

>>46700397
>We should talk to the Admiral.

>>46700397
>We should talk to the Admiral.

>>46700468
I like this. Can I vote for this?

>>46700397
>We should talk to the Admiral.

>>46700397
>>We should talk to the Admiral.

>>46700397
>>We should talk to the Admiral.
"i am not going to Vahlen. Not ever, even if Captain Kintberger rise from his grave and ordered me so"

>>46700452
of course. She's a government scientist right? so what do gov. scientists do during wartime?
>research enemy
>reverse engineer technology
>Field Test Unethical Experimental weapons
>Make BIOWEAPONS!

>>46700397
>We should talk to the Admiral.

>>46700520
>inb4 Vahlen's big plan is to become an artificial shipgirl/abyssal in order to communicate with them

Taking bets how long it'll take for that to go pear shaped.

>>46700397
>>We should talk to the Admiral.

>>46700568
considering this is Merc Command quest... and considering his first quest....

That is not too far-fetched.

>>46700568
Testing her own things out on herself is something that only cliche science villains do.

She'll just turn Hoel into a part-Abyssal instead.

>>46700568
>inb4 Hoel is forced to turn Abyssal shipgirl to stop Vahlen's SCIENCE shenanigans.

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>>46700568
>Vahlen becomes a host for the BBEG

>>46700652
>inb4 Hoel Use singing to make peace with Abyssal and together with shipgirls stop whatever Vahlen plans

>>46700520
>>46700568
Let's not forget the fact they were planning on going after Herrman for something.

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>>46700668
>Gathers an army of her own Abyssals
>Tries to bring the Abyssal overlords to Earth

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>>46700397
"I don't trust Vahlen as far as I can throw her." You huff. "We'll go the Admiral first. He at the very least deserves to know."

You shudder at the thought of what Vahlen would do to you if she found out you had a connection with Abyssals...

"Understood. I get the feeling Vahlen's got her own agenda, too" Portland nods as her eyes glance to the rest of the Task Force. "You want to try and find him now or do you want to wait?"

"You sure you're good?" You frown.

"It wasn't THAT bad." Portland rolls her eyes as she flexes her arm. "Still a bit sore, but still perfectly operational. It's YOU that we should be worrying about, here."

>Let's go to him now.
>Let's wait.
>Other

>>46700714
>Let's go to him now.

>>46700714
>>Let's go to him now.
No time like the present.

>>46700714
>>Let's go to him now.

>>46700714
>Let's wait.

>>46700694
It'll probably boost soundtrack sales for the show. Especially if they do the sequence like a weird music video, or singing during the fighting

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9_EQ_NyY0M

>>46700714
>>Let's go to him now.

>>46700714
>>Let's go to him now.

>>46700714
>Other: Do you know the Admiral's schedule today? I wanna find a time where the Admiral's available and NOT having an appointment with any science-y looking people. Dr. Shen's okay though

>>46700714
>Let's go to him now.

The longer we wait, the greater the chance of surprise kidnapping.

>>46700714
>>Let's go to him now.

>>46700694
>inb4 it's Portland that does the singing

>>46700800
>ib4 its duet ala Lion.

>>46700745
>>46700800
We all gotta milk out all the cash for this show

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I regret nothing for turning Hoel into an abyssal shipgirl.

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>>46700859
Nice!

>>46700859
Oh my goodness! Where are her pants!?!

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>>46700859
>nopan

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>>46700845
In that case, everybody on the Task Force sings, and there's already spinoff series focusing on other shipgirl teams

>>46700568
>>inb4 Vahlen's big plan is to become an artificial shipgirl/abyssal in order to communicate with them

"Uhh... Doktor, is all zis really necessary?"
"Of course! To understand ze Abyssalz, ve must become zem! Now make with ze haste Igor, and start ze Operation!"

-5 hours after Operation: Human/Abyssal fusion-

"Uhh... what was last step again?... Right! Step 129, Activate the Eelectro-forze Resuscitator!" *presses button*

*Zap! Zapzapzap! ZAAAAAP!!!* *BOOM!!*

*cough cough cough* "...ooow... Igor is not getting paid nearly enough for zis shit..."

*Step, step, step...*

"...Doktor?"

"...I live, I die, I LIVE AGAIN!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ze power of ze Abyssalz is mine!!!"

"Uhh, doktor? Your 'hat', it's moving..."

"Yes? and vat of it? am I not more beautiful than ever before?! Yes... I am beautiful... and all my new friendz will help me make everyone here beautiful az vell!!! Muahahahahaha!!!"

-The end-

>>46700879
pants chafe badly and are generally uncomfortable to wear when soaking wet with seawater.

>>46700859
Nice work, Chibs!

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>>46700909
Abyssal Hoel is tame in comparison to Armored Aircraft Carrier Hime, that girl just walks around stark naked.

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>>46700714
"We might as well go now!" You declare as you stand up, splashing water everywhere.

"All right." Portland nods as she turns to the rest of the task force, who are looking curiously. "Carry on, we just need to debrief the Admiral on a few things."

Coming from Portland, none of the other girls question her and return to their previous activities. Portland pats you on the shoulder and directs you to the changing rooms. As you both dry off and start getting dressed, you notice Portland wincing in pain as she pulls her shirt on.

"Just sore, huh?" You raise an eyebrow skeptically.

"A little." Portland assures you. "Let's go."

The two of you stride out of the temporary dock, which, for privacy reasons, was covered with a large white preconstructed fabric dome. Not only did this protect the resting shipgirls from the elements, but it also kept them away from the eyes of prowling reporters and media. The exit is no different, being covered by a large white, fabric tube that leads to the temporary headquarters while the Midway base is rebuilt. You can't see much outside, just vague silhouettes of both humans and fairies as they went through the cleanup and construction efforts.

Posted all along the tunnel are heavily armed Marines, who all salute you as they pass. From what you've heard, you've made a rather good impression upon them, storming the beaches alongside them.

(cont)

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>>46701131
Soon enough, you reach the main command tent, where both the Admiral and the Captain were coordinating the cleanup and mop up efforts. Sam was present too, tasked with the unenviable duty of filtering the Admiral's mail, and was being completely overwhelmed. The pained, pleading look she gives you as you enter communicated that she just wanted to die already to end the suffering.

"Ah, Sweet Pea, Hoel! How nice to see the two of you!" The Admiral chuckles. "What brings you here?"

"Admiral, can we speak privately?" Portland asks softly.

The Admiral's eyes immediately narrow as he gets the point and looks to the Captain. The Captain coughs loudly to get the attention of the rest of the staff in the command tent.

"How about we all take a break for now?" He asks, the hard stare he gives indicating this 'break' was not optional. " Fifteen minutes."

The command personnel don't question his words and immediately shuffle out, kindly zipping up the tent flap as they leave.

"So what was it that you wanted to talk to us about?" The Admiral asks.

>Let Portland do the talking. She could probably tell it better than you.
>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.
>Other

>>46701155
>>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.
"basically, i could speak to Abyssal. To some degree."

>>46701155
>>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.

>>46701155
>>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.
Time for it to be short, simple, and to the point.

>>46701155
>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.

>>46701155
>>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.

>>46701155
>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.
point out the connections between the wo-hat, our nightmare with Wo's dissection, and now the abyssal conversation between us, tanager, and Midway Princess.

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>>46701090
>Armored
>Completely naked

>>46701155
>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.

>>46701155
>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.

>>46701155
>>Tell it yourself. It will sound more authentic that way.

>First Gnevny match
Oh lordy I'm in love

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>>46701155
You tell him everything to the best of your ability. How ever since that incident with the Wo, you've been having weird dreams. How you've actually communicated with the Abyssals, and their attempts to tempt you to their side. And how you used that power against them to distract the Midway Princess at the critical moment allowing Mulberry to defeat her. Not even you fully believe all the shit you're saying, but the Admiral, Captain, and even Sam are dead silent until you finish.

"W-whoa, she's... she's kidding, right?" Sam laughs nervously.

"She appears to be quite serious." The Captain frowns.

The Admiral remains silent for several more seconds before sighing and looking right into your eyes.

"Who else have you told about this?" He asks.

"Just Sweet Pea." You point to her.

"I see, I see." The Admiral sighs. "This is a serious matter, which, unfortunately, is beyond my capability to handle."

"A-admiral?" Portland blinks.

"If only Mulberry were awake, maybe she could have imparted some knowledge on us. She had a greater understanding on the nature of Abyssals and shipgirls and possibly even Vahlen." The Admiral sighs. "But as it stands, Mulberry has not regained consciousness. I'm afraid we will have to consult with Vahlen on this matter. She's our next best expert."

"What?!" You exclaim. "No way! I don't trust her!"

"Um, Admiral..." Sam speaks up. "Maybe San Francisco can help? You know, since she-"

"I know, Sam, I know." The Admiral sighs. "That's an option, too."

>Consult with Vahlen.
>Consult with San Francisco.
>Other

>>46701486
>>Consult with San Francisco.

>>46701486
>Consult with San Francisco.

>>46701486
>>Consult with Vahlen.
Nothing wrong with omitting some facts when talking with her.

>>46701486
>>Consult with San Francisco.

>>46701486
>>Consult with San Francisco.

>>46701486
>Consult with San Francisco.
btw, what about that luxury liner shipgirl? Have we talked to her about this?

>>46701486
>>Consult with San Francisco.
depressed alcoholic over scary, possible evil scientist any day of the week.

>>46701486
>Consult with San Francisco.

>>46701486
>Consult with San Francisco.

>>46701532
Well, we did sorta talk to each other about how the Abyssals gave us an offer at the very beginning.

>>46701532
She all the way back in LA, she knows about as much as us, and I'm not sure if she's revealed herself to the public yet

>>46701486
>Consult with San Francisco.

>>46701486
>Consult with San Francisco.
GO AWAY CRAZY DOC

>>46701575
>>46701579
Oh well, then its not really urgent to talk it with her. Still, if we got a chance maybe we should talk with her again.

When Mulberry wakes up, I swear we have to ask her where all 'THAT' came from.

She's been playing RTS/MOBA games during her breaks hasn't she? Oh dear god, I hope she hasn't been browsing /v/ or /vg/

>>46701639
Well, her original form was used to offload everything needed in Operation Overlord: troops, combat engineers, tanks, supplies, etc.

>>46701845
also Mulberry was a conglomeration of warships that built bridges to offload said combat supplies.

>>46701639
>>46701845
>>46701885
Doesn't that kind of make her some sort of Eldritch Being compared to the average shipgirl? I swear the more I think about this I'll have 'eyes on the inside'....

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>>46701915
That's just the nature of an installation girl. She's essentially the other side of the coin of the installation Abyssals.

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>>46701486
It was kinda a bind, honestly. One the one hand, San Francisco was a very unfriendly bitch. On the other, Vahlen was a very shady scientist of questionable ethics. However, if you were absolutely forced to choose, though, you'd rather choose the bitch. You could deal with those.

"I'll talk with San Fran, then." You sigh.

"I'll call her right over." Sam says as she whips out her phone.

It's another few minutes of awkward silence before the dark haired cruiser reluctantly enters the tent, a fresh bottle of whiskey in her hands and a cigarette in her mouth. However, upon seeing the Admiral is present, she quickly snuffs out he cigarette and tosses it out the entrance. But the bottle of whiskey remains.

"So, what is this all about?" San Francisco grumbles.

"San Francisco." The Admiral sighs. "It appears that Hoel may have a problem. A problem like yours."

San Fran's expression suddenly turns very dark.

"How bad?"

"She can communicate with Abyssals." Sam says.

"She's nothing like me, then." San Fran grunts.

"It's similar enough." The Admiral admonishes her. "Show her."

San Fran looks at you, and then back at the Admiral, a very reluctant look on her face. You could almost swear that she was... scared? She certainly did seem a lot more vulnerable in here than she ever appeared anywhere else.

"Sir-"

"That's an order, San Francisco." The Admiral says grimly.

San Fran sighs and slowly raises her shirt up. Underneath, you could see an ugly, black spiderweb of lines skittering out from a black mass of scar tissue just over her chest. Like some kind of rust or corrosion eating away at her.

"What the fuck?!" You gasp.

"What the-" Even Portland is caught by surprise.

(cont)

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>>46702107
"Happened six months ago." San Fran sighs as she downs half the bottle of whiskey. "Got rammed by one of the larger Abyssals during a battle, and it broke of a piece itself into my chest. Vita and Shen did the best they could. Got most of the Abyssal bits out, except for one."

She then points to the black tumor of scar tissue on her chest.

"There was one piece they didn't want to risk removing, since it was too close to my aorta. If it shifted even a few inches, I'd bleed out instantly. They decided to leave it in and... this happened."

"Jesus fuck..." You breath as you try to take it in. "And... were there any side effects?"

"Hurts like a motherfucker 24/7." San Fran grumbles and holds up the bottle. "Painkillers stopped working so I switched to this. Other than that, this shit does have its perks. Abyssals apparently think I'm one of them."

"W-what?" Both you and Portland are taken aback.

"Works kinda like some sort of camouflage." San Fran shrugs as she pulls her shirt back down. "The smaller ones are completely fooled, and as long as I don't get into line of sight of the larger and smarter ones, they don't raise a fuss."

"So, San Francisco, what's your opinion on all this?" The Admiral asks her. "What should Hoel do?"

San Fran looks at you, scanning you from head to toe.

"I hate to say it but... you might have to bring Vahlen in on this." San Fran sighs and puts a hand on her chest. "I don't like that bitch, but... she's the only reason this shit hasn't progressed as far as it could have been. I mean, unless you want to try and hold out till Mulberry wakes up, but who the hell knows when that will happen?"

>If you say so...
>Hell in the fuck no.
>Other

>>46702107
>Underneath, you could see an ugly, black spiderweb of lines skittering out from a black mass of scar tissue just over her chest. Like some kind of rust or corrosion eating away at her.

Oh god its Naka all over again.

>>46702123
>Hell in the fuck no.

>>46702123
>If you say so...
We haven't subjected ourselves to questionable science lately.

>>46702123
>>If you say so...

>>46702123
>If you say so...

>>46702123
>>If you say so...

For Science!

>>46702123
>>Hell in the fuck no.

>>46702123
>>If you say so...
But seriously I never want to be alone with her, EVER. At least two people I trust with me when she's looking at me. I do not want to relive the dissection she did on the Wo personally.

>>46702123
>If you say so...
>I better not end up on a dissection table *grumble...*

>>46702123

>Hell in the fuck no.

>>46702123
>If you say so...

>>46702123
>If you say so...

>>46702123

>Hell in the fuck no.

We can wait. We're not getting worse. We're not going to Vahlen unless Mulberry sides with San Fran on this.

>>46702123
>>If you say so...

>>46702123
>"There was one piece they didn't want to risk removing, since it was too close to my aorta. If it shifted even a few inches, I'd bleed out instantly.
>inb4 San-fransicso becomes shipgirl version of Ironman.

>>46702123
>Hell in the fuck no.

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>>46702123
"Ugh, if you say so." You groan, your head suddenly hurting. "That doesn't mean that I have to like it, though."

"If I recall, Vahlen is still on the island." The Admiral nods. "If you want, we can arrange and escort for you. I am quite aware of how Vahlen has a particular disdain for proper oversight."

>That would be very much appreciated.
>I can handle this on my own.
>Other

>>46702323
>>That would be very much appreciated.
We need the Admiral so she doesn't try anything funny.

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>>46702323
>That would be very much appreciated.

>>46702279
And then the shipgirls won the war because the Iron Man suit is pretty overpowered

>>46702323
>>I can handle this on my own.

No need!

>>46702323

>That would be very much appreciated.

Let that bitch try something

>>46702323
>>I can handle this on my own.

>>46702323
>That would be very much appreciated.

>>46702323
>>I can handle this on my own.
It's cool, we got this.

>>46702323
>That would be very much appreciated.

>>46702323
>>That would be very much appreciated.

>>46702323
>That would be very much appreciated.

>>46702323
>I can handle this on my own.
No Vahlen is going to scare me.

>>46702323
>>That would be very much appreciated.

>>46702323
>I can handle this on my own.

>>46702323
>That would be very much appreciated.

>>46702323
>>I can handle this on my own.

>>46702323
>I can handle this on my own.

>>46702323

>That would be very much appreciated.

Bodyguards with as much firepower as can be spared on short notice, please.

>>46702323
>>That would be very much appreciated.

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>>46702323
"That would be very much appreciated." You sigh. "I... I don't want to be alone with her. At all."

"Understandable." The Admiral nods. "Captain, I'll leave things to you here. San Francisco, you're dismissed, and please try to moderate your drinking."

"No guarantees, sir." San Fran half heartedly salutes.

"I'm coming too, sir." Portland steps forward.

"So am I!" Sam says, finally happy at an excuse to do something other than read mail.

"Thank you, girls." The Admiral smiles. "Now lets go round up some volunteers.

---

It turns out that getting volunteers was much easier than expected. The Marines stationed on the base all were more than happy to repay you for helping out with the landing operation. Quickly enough, you pick up basically a platoon of Marines, who accompany you to the small secure section of the camp where the Science Division has set up. You also see that members from STRIKE-1 have also joined the escort, including Red.

Of course, the guards manning the checkpoint to the temporary lab facilities are on guard, but they know that even they couldn't say no to so many Marines in one place, in addition to the Admiral. The Admiral wordlessly waltzes through the checkpoint, you, Sam, and Portland following close by along with STRIKE-1 while the Marines wait outside, staring down the Science Division troops.

"You know, you could have just knocked." Vahlen sighs as she strides out of the one of the lab tents, an annoyed expression on her face.

"Well, the island hasn't been fully secured, so you can't be too careful." The Admiral says cheerfully.

"So what is this about? You're not about to kick me and my team off the island, are you?" Vahlen raises an eyebrow.


"It's about Hoel, actually." The Admiral motions to you. "It appears that she can communicate with Abyssals now. We need your expertise."

(cont)

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>>46702738
"Really?!" In a flash, Vahlen dashes past the Admiral and brings her face uncomfortably close to yours. "You mean, you've communicated DIRECTLY with them? An actual conversation?"

"Um..." You glance to the Admiral, who nods gently. "Yes."

"Unbelievable!" Vahlen gasps and waves frantically at her subordinates. "Everybody, everybody, stop what you're doing! Code One breakthrough!"

Almost instantly, you're whisked away to one of the tents, which appears to be some sort of medical facility, filled with all sorts of scanning equipment.

"Now, the first thing we must do is a full body scan." Vahlen says, still extremely excited as she points to what is essentially a gigantic horizontal tube. "Completely noninvasive, of course, if you'll permit us."

"That looks kinda sketchy." You frown.

"It's perfectly safe, I can guarantee you." Vahlen tries to assure you. "Machines like these are used on humans all the time with no negative effects!"

>I'd rather not.
>All right, let's get this over with, then.
>Other

>>46702758
>>All right, let's get this over with, then.

>>46702758
>>All right, let's get this over with, then.

>>46702758
>All right, let's get this over with, then.

>>46702758
>Allright, lets get this over with, then. Sam, Portland. If ANYTHING goes weird, blow it to hell and pull me out.

>>46702758
>>All right, let's get this over with, then.
With a stipulation of nothing invasive.

>>46702758
>All right, let's get this over with, then.

>>46702758
>All right, let's get this over with, then.

>>46702758
>All right, let's get this over with, then.

>"Machines like these are used on humans all the time with no negative effects!"
But we're already a demon.

>>46702758
>All right, let's get this over with, then.

>>46702758
>>46702781
This, or at least give the admiral a meaningful glance as if to ask if she's telling the truth.

>>46702758

Where's our backup? Did they follow us into the scanning room?

If they did,
>All right, let's get this over with, then.

If they didn't,
>Other
>Not until we have some supervision!

Seriously, Vahlen might know what she's doing, but she has no regard for either our safety or our sanity, and she's not going to stop with just an MRI.

Get our backup in here before we let her push the buttons.

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>>46702758
"All right, let's get this over with, then." You sigh.

"Just lie on the bed here, and stay perfectly still." Vahlen instructs as she pats the flat surface.

You somewhat reluctantly slip out of your shoes and lie down on the bed, noting how the steel surface felt cold to the touch. Vahlen then fiddles with some buttons and switches as the whole thing ominously hums to life.

"All right, the bed will now retract into the scanner so it can begin." Vahlen continues. "Please refrain from moving and stay as still as possible."

You don't even risk nodding as you lose sight of Vahlen, Portland, Sam, and the Admiral, you vision replaced only with the enclosed tube.

"Beginning the scanning process. Please stand by." Vahlen instructs as the humming gets louder. Your body tingles all over and your head feels like its about to split open for one brief second. However, it's over as fast as it starts, and soon enough the bed comes sliding out.

"I guess that wasn't so bad." You mumble as you sit upright, but nobody answers.

Everybody's eyes are instead glued to the video screen. Even Vahlen is caught flat footed, her eyes looking as if they're about to come out of her head. You turn to see what's the big deal, and then you see it too.

There on the screen is a picture of a brain. YOUR brain, and in the center, you see lines. Black lines. Little black lines spiderwebbing throughout your brain, just like San Francisco's wound.

>PANIC
>Um, what the fuck am I looking at?
>Other

>>46702758
>All right, let's get this over with, then.

>>46703023
>PANIC
THAT FUCKING HAT

>>46703023
>>Um, what the fuck am I looking at?

>>46703023
>Um, what the fuck am I looking at?
Beat
>PANIC

>>46703023
>Um, what the fuck am I looking at?

>>46703023
>PANIC
>Hoel is beautiful.

>>46703023
>PANIC
>Other: Enter Nightmare sequence of seeing yourself as Abyssal Hoel

>>46703023
>>PANIC
Pretty sure that THAT is not normal.

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>>46703023
>Um, what the fuck am I looking at?

>>46703023
>>Other
"that looks bad. Should i write my will now?'

>>46703023
>>Other - blankly stare at the screen.

Hoel is beautiful.

>>46703023
>>Um, what the fuck am I looking at?

>>46703023
>PANIC

>>46703057
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHcfYvyGFuw

Essentially this scene, then.

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>>46703056
>>46703080
>Hoel is beautiful.
>Goes on to win the Miss Abyssal contest

>>46703023
Panic - but after you get out of the MRI machine. They cost more than you can afford to tori raw the navy of you break it.

>>46703132
That was supposed to be "reimburse". It's officially too cold in Denver and my fingers are frozen.

>>46703140
I'm in Ft. Collins and all it is, is raining. Man fuck CO's weather.

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>>46703023
Well, you chose PANIC!

Let's see how bad it is!

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>46703213

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46703213
MAXIMUM HYSTERIA PANIC

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46703213

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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>46703213

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>46703213

The lesson today is "Do not put on abyssal hats"

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>>46703218
>>46703225
>>46703235
Not bad really. Guess Hoel's keeping it internal.

>>46703267
But how else are we going to get one of those swanky little black horns growing out of our forehead like all the cool kids are doing these days?

>>46703286
Apoxy and a prosthetic

>>46703267
we didn't put on the hat anon, the hat put itself on Hoel.

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>>46703286
Get some fake ones

>>46703023
>PANIC
Grab Portland, Sam, Admiral, or as many of the three as we can get our arms around.

>>46703132
We are out.
>However, it's over as fast as it starts, and soon enough the bed comes sliding out.

>"I guess that wasn't so bad." You mumble as you sit upright, but nobody answers.

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>>46703286
The price of being 'chic'

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>>46703213
"W-w-w-w-what the FUCK IS THAT?!" You stammer as you nearly fall off the bed. Fortunately, Sam and Portland are quick witted enough to grab you before you can make any more unexpected movements.

"Interesting..." Vahlen exhales as she walks up to the screen, running her hand along the surface of the display. "This color, this pattern. Almost identical to San Francisco's..."

"Doctor, what are we looking at here?" The Admiral mutters.

"I think you should already know the answer to that." Vahlen tuts. "Abyssal infection. If I had to guess, when the Wo rig we recovered attacked Hoel, a piece of it was somehow inserted into her skull..."

"And it's just been in there this whole time?!" Portland gasps.

"To put it simply, yes." Vahlen nods. "And it looks like it's been growing, spreading. I believe this is how you've been able to initiate communications with the Abyssals."

"Seriously?!" Sam bites her lip.

"The research potential for this would be amazing..." Vahlen whispers to herself.

>Can you get it out of me?!
>So how can we use this?
>Other

>>46703339
It's something worth paying for

>>46703361
>>Can you get it out of me?!

>>46703361
>>So how can we use this?

>>46703361
>a-am I going to turn into an abyssal? Is my skin gonna turn white? will my blood turn black?
>MORE PANIC

>>46703361
>Can you get it out of me?!
Followed up by
>So how can we use this?

>>46703361
>Can you get it out of me?!

>>46703361
>>Can you get it out of me?!

>>46703361
>>So how can we use this?

For moar Science!!!

>>46703361
>>Can you get it out of me?!

>>46703361
>>So how can we use this?

Guys, why are you all so scared of this? It's something that can be used as an advantage! Hoel is lucky in that she can do what San Fransisco did and sneak up on the bigger targets, or just plain scout with less risk.

>>46703361

>Can you get it out of me?!
>WITHOUT cutting me open fully conscious like you did that Wo?

Trust Vahlen's skills but not her goals!

>>46703361
>>So how can we use this?

>>46703361
>Can you get it out of me?!

>>46703361
>>Other
Can you.... put it under control?

>>46703361
>So how can we use this?

>>46703361
>>So how can we use this?
Meh, so what?

>>46703361
>Can you get it out of me?!
Because eventually the infection will reach a point where the Voice of the Deep will ASSUME DIRECT CONTROL.

>>46703361
>So how can we use this?
Since removing it from hoels brain is just as bad of a situation as san frans wounds so... might as well make the best of it.

>>46703361
>Can you get it out of me?!

>>46703361
>Can you get it out of me?!
There is no work of fiction on the planet where black corruptive spiderwebs growing through your body is a good sign.

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>>46703361
"So... how can we use this?" You ask.

"Oh? An interesting response." A grin begins to crawl along Vahlen's face. "Normally, the first reaction upon people finding out there's something in their brains is to ask for it to be removed."

"Well, uh, I figure, we're at war and all, and this helped me during the battle. I... I want to do good with it. Help us win with it." You say, remembering the difference it made with the Midway Princess.

"Hmmmm, a noble motivation to be sure." Vahlen grins and then realizes the Admiral, Sam, and Portland are glaring at her. "But in the interest of full disclosure, I do have to warn you that the infection is steadily advancing. While this theoretically improve your capability to communicate with Abyssals, we honestly haven no idea what will happen the infection worsens. In addition, thanks to use catching this so early, it can still be removed without any permanent effects on you. However, if it were to remain, the chances of successfully extracting the infection without killing you or inflicting permanent damage begin to drop. I hope you understand the implications of this."

"Don't do it, Hoel." Sam tugs at your arm. "You saw what that shit did to San Fran! I... I don't want to see the same happen to you!"

"I agree." Portland pushes up her glasses. "I don't like the idea of appropriating the enemy's methods without proper testing or safety protocols."

The Admiral remains silent, looking at you and then Vahlen.

"I can't order you to do either." He sighs. "This is a choice you must make on your own."

>Get it out of me, doc.
>I'm keeping it.
>Other

>>46703591
>>I'm keeping it.

Hoel is, and always will be, beautiful

>>46703591
>>Get it out of me, doc.

Better safe than sorry and I get the feeling the Abyssals would take more advantage of it can we could.

>>46703591
>>Other
Go crazy and try talking to it.

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>>46703591
>I'm keeping it.
Let the salt flow

>>46703591
>>I'm keeping it.
For America!

>>46703591
>Get it out of me, doc.

It's a liability to leave it there.

>>46703591
>>Get it out of me, doc.

>>46703591
>>Get it out of me, doc.

>>46703591
>>Other
Any chance that we could somehow stop the infection and keep it in me?

>>46703591
>>I'm keeping it.

>>46703591
>Get it out of me, doc.

>>46703591
>I'm keeping it.

No cutting the Abyssal communication, the opportunity that offer is too good to ignore.

>>46703591
>>I'm keeping it.

I mean it's either telepathic powers or the thing in our head transforming into....something.

>>46703591
>>I'm keeping it.

>>46703591
>Get it out of me, doc.

>>46703591
>Get it out of me, doc.

>>46703591
>>I'm keeping it.

>>46703591
>I'm keeping it.
But we obviously ought to monitor its spread and install a kill switch if it ever gets too far

>>46703591
>>Get it out of me, doc.

>>46703591
>Get it out of me, doc

>>46703645
What opportunity? To be fed the same "We'll make you beautiful" shit for the hundredth time?

>>46703591

>Get it out of me, doc.

>>46703591
>Get it out of me, doc.

>>46703591
>I'm keeping it.
we can keep it under control with sheer willpower

>>46703591
>>Get it out of me, doc.

Let's not die a horrible death by becoming abyssal.

>>46703591
>Get it out of me, doc.

Gonna have to go with, no

>>46703591
>I'm keeping it.

>>46703591
>I'm keeping it.

>>46703591
>>Get it out of me, doc.

Fucking samefags

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>>46703591
OKAY, I'm gonna stop voting here!

>>46703591
>>Get it out of me, doc.

Get it out won by 2

>>46703604
>>46703621
>>46703623
>>46703640
>>46703645
>>46703646
>>46703651
>>46703664
>>46703666
>>46703684
>>46703706
>>46703720
12 for keeping it

>>46703610
>>46703624
>>46703631
>>46703632
>>46703642
>>46703652
>>46703663
>>46703669
>>46703671
>>46703674
>>46703681
>>46703686
>>46703688
>>46703730
14 for getting it out

>>46703620
1 for other: flirt with it

>>46703638
1 for other: need more information before deciding

I think that's everything before Merc called an end to voting. Did I miss any?

>>46703591
>Get it out of me, doc.

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>>46703591
"Get it out of me, doc." You whisper. Already, you can feel that shit creeping and crawling in your head. You can't stop thinking about it now. That gnarled, corroded glob of gunk that used to be San Francisco's heart... that, THAT SHIT was INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

The Admiral nods and turns to Vahlen before you have a chance to have second thoughts.

"You heard her, Vahlen. Get it out of her."

"I'll need Vita's services, and a medevac flight back to Pearl Harbor." Vahlen says. "I can't do an operation of that caliber with the equipment on hand here."

"Done." The Admiral nods. "STRIKE-1 will be accompanying you. No negotiation."

"Understood, Admiral." Vahlen concedes. She's already going to get a cool little Abyssal brain tumor to toy around with, that was more than enough for her.

"Sir." Sam stands in front of the Admiral. "I'm formally requesting to accompany her."

"Me too." Portland says, standing up.

The Admiral eyes you, as if gauging whether you wanted them to come with you or not.

>Bring both.
>Bring Sam
>Bring Portland
>They're needed at Midway more.
>Other

>>46703838
>>Bring both.

>>46703838
>>Bring both.

>>46703838
>Bring both.

>>46703838

>They're needed at Midway more.

>>46703838
>>Bring Sam
Portland's gotta lead the girls back here

>>46703838
>Bring both.
Because that growth has been expanding for all this time, who's to say it hasn't started to tap into the optic nerve and aural cortex?
What'll happen once the growth realizes that it's about to get excised?

>>46703838
>>Bring Sam

>>46703838
>>Bring Sam

>>46703838
>Bring Sam

>>46703838
>Bring Sam

>>46703838
>Bring Sam
I really want to bring Portland but she isn't in the best of shape and needs to recover.

Sam will be good support while we're there and will get her away from mail sifting duty for a while.

>I still want to romance Portland.

>>46703838
>Bring both.

>>46703838
>Bring both.

I'm pretty conflicted right now. All the destroyers need Portland right now, but we have to split up.

For now, leaning towards taking her with us. The other capital ships should be able to keep the rest of our destroyer mob in line until we can return.

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>>46703838
"Sweet Pea, ya gotta stay here and lead the girls. They're gonna get into SOOOOO much trouble if you aren't around." You pat Portland on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Sam will be with me!"

"I suppose..." Portland frowns and turns to Sam. "I'm leaving things in your hands."

"No worries!" Sam nods. "I'll keep her safe!"

"I have a transport ready to take off in fifteen minutes." The Admiral announces. "Just take whatever you need."

"Don't worry, I'll explain it to the others." Portland assures you.

>Thanks, Sweet Pea
>No, I want to say goodbye to them myself.
>Other

>>46704099
>>No, I want to say goodbye to them myself.

>>46704099
>No, I want to say goodbye to them myself.

>>46704099
>>No, I want to say goodbye to them myself.

>>46704099
>No, I want to say goodbye to them myself.
Would be pretty shitty if we just up and died without saying anything.

>>46704099
>No, I want to say goodbye to them myself.

>>46704099
>No, I want to say goodbye to them myself.

>>46704099
>Thanks, Sweet Pea

>>46704099
>>No, I want to say goodbye to them myself.

>>46704099
>No, I want to say goodbye to them myself.
Got to see Anna too.

do we have some way of staying in contact with everyone at the base while were away? Skype or something, maybe ask about that.

>>46704193
>tearful goodbyes and well-wishes
>we then proceed to video chat them 5 minutes into the flight and livestream the entire procedure from the operating theater
Truly, technology has gone too far.

>>46704229
We probably shouldn't livestream the doctors taking out an alien organism from Hoel's brain, considering that stuff is on a need-to-know basis

>>46704229
Eh, I just figured we'd video chat post-op to let them know were ok, maybe say something to portland that leaves her flustered till we get back and then blame the comment on pain killers.

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>>46704099
"No, I want to say goodbye to them all myself." You say.

"All right." Portland nods and glances at her watch. "Then come on, we don't have much time."

You, Portland, and Sam jog out of the lab complex while the Admiral stays behind to hash things out with Vahlen. At the checkpoint, the Marine platoon is still waiting for you. You profusely thank them all for taking the time to accompany you out here, and dismiss them, letting go do whatever they were supposed to be doing.

You manage to catch the rest of the task force as they're just exiting the repair docks as scheduled in order to rotate in the next batch of damaged and fatigued shipgirls. They all smile and greet you as you approach.

"Everybody, Hoel has something to say to you all." Portland announces, trusting you to know what to say.

Everybody's eyes focus on you.

>Tell them everything.
>Just tell them the bare minimum.
>Other

>>46704229
The medevac probably won't have the right networking for midair, but we should be able to set up a procedure livestream.

>>46704301
>>Just tell them the bare minimum.
Safe Secs and all.

>>46704301
>>Just tell them the bare minimum.

>>46704301
>Just tell them the bare minimum.

>>46704301
>Just tell them the bare minimum.
I haven't got much time before I have to go, but I just want you all to know that it has been my pleasure working alongside you again, and also Johnston you still owe me five bucks and if I don't make it out of this one I'm passing that debt on to Heerman.

>>46704301
We're short on time, so
>Just tell them the bare minimum. (For now. Promise the rest once this is over.)

>>46704301
>>46704344
>2nded

>>46704301
>>Just tell them the bare minimum.

>>46704301
>Just tell them the bare minimum.

>>46704301
>>Just tell them the bare minimum.
>I haven't got much time before I have to go, but I just want you all to know that it has been my pleasure working alongside you again, and also Johnston you still owe me five bucks and if I don't make it out of this one I'm passing that debt on to Heerman.

>>46704301
>Just tell them the bare minimum.

>>46704301
>>Just tell them the bare minimum.

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>>46704301
"Ah, well, turns out I that battle knocked some stuff loose in my head." You chuckle as you rap your knuckles lightly against your skull. "So, just to be safe, the Admiral is having me sent back to Pearl to have it checked out!"

"Oh, well that's just awful!" Ontario gasps. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, it sounds serious!" Heerman frowns.

"It's nothing, it's nothing!" You try to assure them.

"Noooooo! Don't leave, Hoel! You were so awesome!" The Luce, Wren and Daly wail as they try to swarm you.

"She's only being sent back a little ahead of us." Portland says coolly as she intercepts the three rambunctious destroyers by nabbing them by the collar. Looks like she learned a thing or two from Ontario. "You'll see her soon."

"Well, good luck then, Hoel." San Diego smiles. "Have a safe journey."

"Don't have too much fun without us." White Plains remarks.

Sam tugs at your sleeve as she points at the watch on her phone. Fuck! Did that much time pass already!?

"Oh shit! Gotta go! I'll see ya all soon!" You wave as Sam quickly tugs you away to the temporary airstrip. It was less an airstrip, and just a stretch of beach where all of the debris and bodies had been cleared off of. Thankfully, it was long enough to accommodate C-130s, of which there was one getting ready to take off, its props already spinning up.

The loadmaster at the rear ramp sees the two of you sprinting for the plane and waves for you two to hurry. Both you and Sam manage to get in right as the ramp starts to close. Inside, you see Vahlen already strapped in, along with STRIKE-1, all fully geared and armed. You and Sam both quickly get buckled in as the C-130 takes off and begins the long flight back to Hawaii.

>Talk to Sam
>Talk to Vahlen
>Talk to Red and Section
>Get some rest.
>Other

>>46704524
>Talk to Vahlen
Maybe we can get more info about San Fran and Abyssal infection from her

>>46704524
>Talk to Red and Section

>>46704524
>>Talk to Vahlen
"What is your deal?"

>>46704524
>Try to get some rest.
>Fail.
>Talk to Sam.
>Rinse and repeat.

>>46704524
>Talk to Red and Section

>>46704524
>>Talk to Vahlen
Discuss the wo nightmare

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>>46704524
Welp, time for a runoff vote!

>Talk to Vahlen
>Talk to Red and Section

>>46704639
>Talk to Red and Section

>>46704639
>Talk to Red and Section

>>46704639
>Talk to Vahlen

>>46704639
>>Talk to Vahlen

>>46704639
>>Talk to Vahlen

>>46704639
>>Talk to Vahlen

>>46704639

>Talk to Red and Section

>>46704639
>Talk to Red and Section

>>46704639
>Talk to Vahlen

>>46704639
>>Talk to Red and Section

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>>46704639
And we still somehow end up with a tie!

1. Vahlen
2. Red and Section

>>46704639
>Talk to Red and Section

well, it's 1 am here, thanks for the run and good night.

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>>46704806
You unbuckle your safety belt and make your way over to where STRIKE-1 is seated. Most of the squad are busy with their own ways to cope with the time. Reading books, playing cards, or whipping out little portable DVD players. Red and Section though, don't seem to be doing all that much and you decide to sit next to them.

"Hey Red, Section." You say to them. "How are things?"

"Heh, we're doing great!" Red gives you a thumbs up. "Awesome job out there at Midway, though! Storming the beach like that? Awesome!"

"Reckless, but it paid off." Section nods in agreement.

>Ask what they were doing during the battle.
>Ask what they think of Vahlen.
>Ask if they know anything more about Abyssals.
>Other

>>46704872
>>Ask what they think of Vahlen.

>>46704872
>Ask what they think of Vahlen.

>>46704872
>Ask what they were doing during the battle.

>>46704872
>>Ask what they were doing during the battle.

>>46704872
>>Ask what they were doing during the battle.

>>46704872
>>Ask what they were doing during the battle.

>>46704872
>Ask what they were doing during the battle.

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>>46704872
"So what were you guys doing during the battle?" You ask. "I don't recall seeing you guys anywhere."

"We were performing combat support operations for Midway's battlegroup out west." Section says simply.

"What he means to say," Red chuckles, "Is that we were jetting around in RHIBs like a makeshift ambulance, riding right into the middle of battles to pull out damaged shipgirls and getting the fuck outta dodge."

"We provided some fire support too." Section said defensively.

"I'm sure the Abyssals were quaking in fear from our mounted .50s." Red chuckled.

"Well, you guys do what you can." You grin. "It's real appreciated."

"Yeah, I just wish that we managed to get that fucking Geofons." Red sighed. "Midway seemed to be onto something, but she couldn't nail it down when the battle ended."

>Do you know anything more about Geofons?
>How did Midway do in her first major battle?
>Were things really that rough out there?
>Other

>>46705075
>>Do you know anything more about Geofons?

>>46705075
>Do you know anything more about Geofons?

>>46705075
>Do you know anything more about Geofons?

>>46705075
>How did Midway do in her first major battle?

>>46705075
>Were things really that rough out there?

>>46705075
>Do you know anything more about Geofons?

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>>46705075
"Do you guys know anything more about Geofons?" You ask. "Like, what makes her more dangerous than a Wo?"

"Well, first of all, Geofons can carry faaaaaaar more planes than a normal Wo." Red states. "We think maybe at least three or four times as many planes, and they are AGGRESSIVE AS FUCK."

"And it seems that Geofons can also 'absorb' the planes of other Abyssal carriers." Section continues. "That's what really makes it more dangerous than other carriers. It can carry over its benefits to other Abyssal fighters. So what we were seeing was what was apparently multiple Wos 'feeding' their planes to Geofons, who kept sending them in relentless waves. It took everything Midway's group had to just hold them off. We had no time or resources to really range out and scout for Geofons."

"But at least you got Tanager!" Red gives you the thumbs up. "That's one less super Abyssal out there!"

>I know, right?
>I get the feeling they won't the last of those types we'll see...
>Other

>>46705341
>I know, right?