>>47354819
>> “No thanks.”
Gotta be responsible as newly promoted.

>>47354819
I don't have anything for this week, but I'm going to plug my twitter, follow me there 'cause that's where I post all my stuff.
https://twitter.com/Pixel_Anon

Other than that, gonna be anon for tonight. Have a good evening.

>>47354819
> “No thanks.”
Maybe we can spend some time with Winona after work. That's probably something that's doable.

Also, safe to assume morale went up 30-40ish for yesterday's festivities?

>>47354945
Morale went up by 20% across all crewmembers.

>>47354958
Proof positive that Ellie needs to make more stupid promises.

>>47354819
>> “No thanks
What happen to classes?

>>47355071
It's summer vacation for General Studies students (though summer classes are still a thing). Naval Studies' educational curriculum focuses on on-the-job training rather than actual lecture which is then supplemented by online courses during the actual school year.

>>47354819
>“No thanks.”

>>47354819
>> “No thanks.”

gotta work~

> “No thanks.”

“No thanks, I got work to do. I’m not going to shirk it,” you say.

“Awww, Ellie the workaholic!” Winona pats your cheek, smiling cutely at you. You slap her hand away, not amused in the slightest. “Well, you know where to find me once your shift is up!” And with that, Winona leaves.

Ingrid blinks, looking over as she puts on her glasses. “What exactly do you do anyway?”

“Yeah,” says Stack. “You’re a Logistics Major right?” You nod. “Do you like… do paperwork all day?”

“I’m sure it’s not like that,” you say.

-

-

You and Denise, led by Lieutenant McLean, step into your new personal office. It’s definitely cozy that’s for sure. The paint on the walls was peeling away, showing off the stark metal underneath. The two desks (one for the officer and one for the secretary) were nearly on top of each other. Denise’s desk would be right next to the door while yours was right next to the big open window.

You took a walk over, and immediately the fresh scent of salt water and sound of ships docking, welding, trucks going and reversing, was the first to assault you. Looking down now you see that your office actually overlooks one of the main Supply Docks of LGA.

That noise is probably going to get annoying.

Still, other than that, quite a bit of dust was settled over everything. The file cabinets looked like they were older than you are that’s for sure. And these computers were…

You blink. They’re Macs, but from the era where Macs were boxy.

Lieutenant McLean smiles at you. “What do you think?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>47355173
>> Polite

>>47355173
>> Polite

>>47355173
> Polite
That office certainly has character. That's for sure.

>>47355173
>> Polite

>>47355173
>Polite
"I think we need to ask IT for a computer lifecycle update."

> Polite

“Well, honestly speaking, it has a lot of character to it, that’s for sure.”

Lieutenant McLean smirks a bit. “I know it’s a bit of a fixer upper, but try and hold on for me, alright, beau? It’ll be nice to have someone as productive as you for a coworker.” That puts a smile on your face, that’s for sure. “If you need me, I’m next door, alright?”

“Okay,” you nod at that. “What’s the job for today?”

“Whatever comes in through that door,” she says. And with that, McLean salutes you and leaves your office.

Wow, your own office. You brush some dust off of your leather chair and plop down in it. You look over to see that Denise has done the same at her desk. She quickly grins and waves at you. You wave back. At least she’s optimistic.

You sigh. Then cough. Oh God, there’s shitloads of dust in here, Jesus Christ.

> Clean the Office
> Wait for your first assignment, can’t be caught with your pants down
> Other

>>47355543
>Clean the Office
It's busywork, but I think it would be nice to not be wearing a film upon entry every day. That and we don't know when our first assignment will be.

I wanna catch up, is there an archive anywhere like last time?

>>47355543
>> Clean the Office
Just be ready to respond if we get something.

>>47355594
I keep forgetting to put it up. Here you go, anon.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=GuP:LGA2%20Quest

>>47355543
>Clean the Office
Call IT about using your office as antique storage.

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>>47355543

> Clean the Office
We definitely won't get into a lewd situation here.

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>>47355717

>>47355543
>Clean the Office


>boxy Macs
I never had a Mac, but do remember the Windows 98 era when I became Master Race. Do Macs from that time also do the HD three tone sound on startup?

>>47355849
You tell me.

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

>>47355897
Nah, m8, those are the OS startup sounds. I mean the hardware startup sounds.

You know, the beep, boops, hard drive roaring to life and the CPU fan (if any) spinning with the scream of a thousand demons, etc.

> Clean the Office

-

-

After finding a pair of masks, some gloves, and some cleaning implements, you and Denise got to work quickly cleaning the office. Ugh, you have never ever EVER been in a room that’s got so much dust and grime in it. Even back home, Mom always made it a point to you to keep things clean! What does this say about you as an Officer if you’re given an Office that isn’t even clean!?

You cough. Oh fuck, dust! More dust clears as you wave it away from your face. “How are you holding up, Denise?”

“I’m fine!” she says as she sprays the window with soap. She starts wiping it down.

You grumble a little. They couldn’t have given you an office that was clean?

There’s a knock at the door. “Door’s open!” you call. The door opens. “Listen, we’re in the middle of cleaning so-“ You drop everything and salute. “Denise!” Denise turns around to see Block Officer Hatteberg standing in the doorway. She salutes as well. “Ma’am! Er-“

Hatteberg clears some dust clouds with a wave of her hand, then points to your desk. A Naval Studies student comes in, then drops a huge stack of paperwork on it. You take a look at the first page. “Export Clearance Records.” She also points to your file cabinet.

Oh, she wants to you to sort these things.

She grunts, then shuts the door.

“How many pages?” you ask.

Denise blinks. “About two hundred. Did you want me to do this for you?”

> “Please do, I’ll keep cleaning.”
> “That’s my work, you clean.”
> “Let’s finish cleaning, then we’ll do it.”
> Other

>>47355994

Hearing old computers boot up is such an oddly relaxing din. I never thought I'd come to miss it.

>>47356019
>> “That’s my work, you clean.”

DIvide and conquer!

>>47356019
>> “That’s my work, you clean.”

>>47356019
> “Let’s finish cleaning, then we’ll do it.”

>>47356019
> “That’s my work, you clean.”
I'm sure there will be more work to be done as the day wears on.

>>47355717
>>47355730
Sounds like a B-list porno. All we need is a hot secretary to bend us over and find us in the alps.

>>47356019
>“That’s my work, you clean.”

>>47356127
>a hot secretary
Guess what Denise is.

> “That’s my work, you clean.”

“I’ll do it.” You sit down at your desk. “Keep cleaning.” She nods, hurrying to squeegee the window down so she can help you out.

It’s fine, it’s only… two hundred pages to sort and file through.

-

-

> ONE HUNDRED NINETY NINE PAGES LATER <

Sweet mercy you’re almost done. You force your eyes open and scratch out the last confirmation on the last piece of paper. After this, you have to file this away in your file cabinets, each one by date and by destination of export. Ugh… Denise continues cleaning, dusting more debris out the door with a broom. “Almost done?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you arch your back and throw your arms up. “Aaaahhh!” You stretch yourself, and make a few bones pop in relief. Ooooh that feels nice. Okay, whew. Hard work this.

Suddenly, a Naval Studies girl pops in. “Lieutenant?” You nod to her. She salutes to you. “I know you must be very busy and all but I was directed to you to you-“

“What do you want?” you ask tiredly. Maybe a bit harshly.

She swallows, then bites her lip. “My dog got off his leash and ran off and I can’t find him. I- uh… I don’t suppose you could go and find him?”

> “I’ll put out a report.”
> “Denise, go find that dog.”
> “Sure we can. I’ll look for your dog personally.”
> Other

>>47356450
> “I’ll put out a report.”

>>47356450
> “Sure we can. I’ll look for your dog personally.”
Elodie bully

>>47356450
>“Sure we can. I’ll look for your dog personally.”
Nothing like some movement to shake away filing 199 pages.

>>47356450
>“I’ll put out a report.”

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>>47356450
> “Sure we can. I’ll look for your dog personally.”
Denise can take care of any work that walks in while we're out, hopefully

>>47356450
> Sure we can...
Time to lead from the front.

http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=56981775
have some saori meanwhile, a true lady

>>47354819
>quest 2 #22
So where would I start if I want to read this?

>>47356820
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Girls%20Und%20Panzer:%20LGA%20Quest

>>47356842
Do I have to read over a hundred of these or can I just start at quest #2?

>>47356863
You can start at Quest #2, this is mostly standalone from the first one.

>>47356863
Why wouldn't you want to read fun things though

>>47356871
But miss out on Gertrude becoming the awesome playgirl introduced in this quest.

>>47356880
>>47356888
I want to get around to live participation. I can read the first one as a prequel.

> “Sure we can. I’ll look for your dog personally.”

“Sure we can,” you say. You stand up and point to Denise. “Denise, put out a missing animal report uh…” You point back to the girl. “What’s your dog look like?’

“He’s a corgi, answers to Skidmark,” she says. You blink. Skidmark? “I found him when he was a little pup that was about to run over by a truck.” Oh, yeah, that’s a relevant name you guess. You check your watch. Yeah, you could probably do this over your lunch break.

“Denise, I’m gonna head out with this girl and help her find the dog, are you okay to handle any work that comes in?”

She salutes you, smiling. “Willing and able!”

“Great!” You snap your finger, smiling at her. “Catch you later.”

And with that, you leave your little office and go off dog hunting.

-

-

The girl has brought you to an absolutely grueling hot day. Jesus fuck, summer is out in full force that’s for sure. You shade your eyes, squinting as the two of you search the last place the dog was seen at, the park. “He was right here, and I just…” She scratches her chin, grimacing. “Where could he have gone?”

“Maybe someone took him to the animal shelter?” you ask.

“I checked there already,” she mopes. “Mmm…”

“Hey, Ellie!” Looking over, you see a huge batch of dogs of all types of breeds being walked by LGA’s ardent treasure hunter, Kathy Wheeler. “Saw your performance this weekend, you were great!”

“Thanks,” you say. “Walking your dogs?” They all look up at you, panting happily. Aw, that just melts your heart.

“Yeah!” Kathy smiles. “Gotta give the little boys a bit of-“

“Hey!” The girl points to a corgi in the mix. “That’s my dog!”

[1/2]

>>47356985
[2/2]

…

You blink. Kathy tilts her head back, puffing her cheeks out and pressing her lips tight. “… no it isn’t,” says Kathy.

“Yeah it is!” says the girl. “Skidmark!” The corgi barks, tugging on his leash towards the girl. “Aw, what did this mean girl do to you!” The girl kneels down, pouting at Kathy.

“Hey, I didn’t do anything!” says Kathy. “He got off his leash and I saw that he was all alone wandering around all confused and I… decided to adopt him.” The two of you stare at her. “… look, when I see a dog in need I offer shelter! I love dogs!” Now you’re wondering if all of the dogs in her care are even hers.

“Give her back the dog,” you order. Kathy groans, letting Skidmark off his leash and back into the girl’s arms.

“Thank you!” she says. She reaches into her purse. “Lemme get you a reward.”

> “No reward is necessary.”
> “Oh, thank you.”
> Other

>>47357001
> “No reward is necessary.”
How about a kiss on the cheek?

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>>47357001
>> “No reward is necessary.”
The pleasure of good service is all Elodie needs!

>>47357051
It's just the cheek GS!

>>47357001
> “No reward is necessary.”

>>47357001
> “No reward is necessary.”
In before its given to us anyways...

>>47357001
>> “No reward is necessary.”

>>47357001
>> “No reward is necessary.”

>>47357051
You know you want to, Schteel. Admit it.

>>47357001
>“No reward is necessary.”

> “No reward is necessary.”

“No reward is necessary,” you declare.

“Aw…” The girl immediately pecks you on the cheek then. OI WHAT THE FUCK- “You’re such a sweetheart, Lieutenant! Later!” She immediately picks up her dog and leaves, leaving you with Kathy.

Kathy sidles up to you, along with her dogs as well. “Oooooooh, you are so red right now!”

“Shut up!” you say. You wipe it off of your cheek. “No don’t go stealing people’s dogs, okay?”

“No promises,” says Kathy. You glare at her, folding your arms. “What? I’m just saying, sometimes people just leave their dogs around and never come back for them, where else are they gonna go!?” Ugh.

-

-

You arrive back at the Office. “Denise, I’m back. I settled the thing with the dog and-“ You find Denise staring up at the ceiling, her eyes glazed over. “… are you okay?”

“Hatteberg came back with another stack of paperwork,” she says. She points to the filing cabinet. “I filed it all away, it’s all done.” You blink. Oh. That must have been terrible, Denise. “She told to tell you that there’s going to be more work this coming weekend because they’re expecting a really big guest coming.”

“Who?” you ask.

“William Griffiths of Griffiths Industries.” Hm, Griffiths. Is that Winona’s father? “He’s coming around soon to open up a Tank racing center probably tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.” Ooooh, tank racing! “… I’m so tired.”

You check your watch. It’s actually about quitting time.

> Finish up cleaning and sorting out the Office.
> Go and walk around LGA
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Call Someone to Hang Out (Who?)
> Other

>>47357350
>Go and walk around LGA
She deserves a break.

>>47357350
> Go and walk around LGA
I can go with a break.

>>47357350
>> Go and walk around LGA

>>47357350
>> Embark on a Subquest (“If Adventure has a name…”)

We need to find more tanks and crew, this can help us.

>>47357350
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
I want to learn more about that Tiger 2.

>>47357389
>>47357416
>>47357417
Shouldn't we be doing side quest, we still have 2 or 3 left over.

>>47357350
> Embark on a Subquest (“If Adventure has a name…”)

>>47357350
> Embark on a Subquest (“If Adventure has a name…”)

yeeeee panzer

guys on /a/ say translated film next week

>>47357350
>> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
Might as well try to look into Thaddeus.

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>>47357541
IT'S TIME FOR THE BEST GIRL

>>47357553
*lewdest girl

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>>47357541
GLORY TO THE MOTHERLAND!

>>47357543
Nope, he went with FC Hairgel on the redemption crusade according to Retribution.

>>47355897
>the gradually decreasing pitch

>>47357541
>movie BD not out yet
>believing anyone will translate it within 3 days of its release
I wish I was this optimistic

> Embark on a Subquest (If Adventure has a name…)

-

-

You and Denise pull up outside of the Tankery HQ, where you find that Oleg has begun work at repairing the tanks from last weekend’s bouts. He gives a gentle wave as you two walk by towards the tank under the tarp.

Thaddeus the King Tiger. You pull the tarp off, and find that most of the rust has been washed off, revealing the Feldgrau paint beneath along with a black fleur-de-lis on the side of the turret and the name on the side of the hull. “Wow.” Denise stands in awe of the tank. “It’s huge!”

You nod, and point to the turret as well. “And see that little curve on the bottom of the turret?” Denise nods. “That means its an early production model made by Porsche. They call these the Porsche King Tigers, the ones with a flat face are the Henschel models.”

“Ooooh.” Denise tilts her head. Thaddeus was still missing his suspension and his road wheels and tracks, and judging by how rotted and eaten away the engine block was, well, the engine definitely wasn’t in good spirits either.

Kathy pulls in with her truck. “Hey there!” She stops up the truck in front of you all. “I got your call, you ready to do some fortune finding today?”

> “Actually, we were planning on doing some scrounging around Thaddeus, see what’s up with him.”
> “Sure, what’s your next place of business?”
> Other

>>47357784
>> “Actually, we were planning on doing some scrounging around Thaddeus, see what’s up with him.”
Might as well start by using the area around Thaddeus, right?

>>47357784
>> “Actually, we were planning on doing some scrounging around Thaddeus, see what’s up with him.”

>>47357784
>> “Actually, we were planning on doing some scrounging around Thaddeus, see what’s up with him.”

>>47357784
> “Sure, what’s your next place of business?”

anons best girl is tired why did we drag her adventuring

why didnt we take her back to our room and let her have a nap in our bed?

>>47357765
Some people will have already watched it so if they're the ones translating, and they might be, then the release should be quick.

>>47357784
>> “Actually, we were planning on doing some scrounging around Thaddeus, see what’s up with him.”

>>47357784
> “Actually, we were planning on doing some scrounging around Thaddeus, see what’s up with him.”

> “Actually, we were planning on doing some scrounging around Thaddeus, see what’s up with him.”

“Oh?” Kathy steps out of her truck, looking up at the tank. “Well, I ain’t much of a tank expert, but I can tell you right now, a museum would love an authentic WWII King Tiger.”

“It’s ours for now, but I think we should rummage around, see what we can find.”

Denise yawns. “Yeah, you two do that. I’m just gonna sit here.” Denise somehow has found her way into the bed of Kathy’s truck, where the dogs all start lying around or on her. “Aaaahhh… this is the life.”

Fair enough, she deserves a little rest. “Oleg, can we go into the KT?!” you yell out.

“Da!” he says back. “I cleaned out the rust, so it should be safe to breathe in Thaddeus!”

You and Kathy slip inside. “Whoa, dark in here,” she says. She turns on a lantern, then sticks it onto the compartment’s ceiling. “So, what are we looking for?” she asks.

“Answers,” you say. “There’s no way a King Tiger gets displaced without record.” You kneel down into the driver’s compartment, and open up the hatch for some light. Even with all the rust gone it is kind of hard to breathe in here and…

Wait. You squint, and find an old photo.

Huh. You pick it up. “Kathy.” She shines a light over to you as you both look at it.

[1/2]

>>47358202
[2/2]

On the photo were five girls sitting on top of a King Tiger, presumably Thaddeus. The color had long faded away from the photo, but you could still make out a lot of detail. They had uniforms like yours, and in the background was definitely a clear sky. They were all smiles and-

“Hey.” Kathy points to the commander. “Isn’t that Commissioner Durocher?” What? You squint harder.

… actually, it does sort of look like Commissioner Durocher. Huh.

“Yeah, yeah, and-“ Kathy gasps, pointing to the loader. “And that’s Miss McPherson!” She nudges you. “She’s a teacher here!”

“Is she teaching now?” you ask.

“She has a summer class here!” says Kathy. “She never mentioned being LGA alumni though.”

“Neither did Durocher,” you say.

> Call up Commissioner Durocher.
> Go find Miss McPherson
> Keep searching around
> Other

>>47358214
> Keep searching around
Both McPhereson and Durocher are easy enough people to contact, in theory. Lets see what other goodies there are.

>>47358214
>> Keep searching around
>Denise call up Commisioner Durocher.
>Have Kathy find Miss Mcpherson.

Divide up the work.

>>47358214
> Go find Miss McPherson

>>47357837
Elodie doesn't take girls to bed for at LEAST a month anon.

>>47358214
>Keep searching around
for a bit
then call Durocher

>>47358214
> Keep searching around
> DENISE! Go find Miss McPherson

>>47358214
>Keep searching
Let Denise get some rest guys.

>>47358214
>> Keep searching around

>>47358214
Don't really care which option but

>Other
hey Denise I know you're tired so you can go home if you want

don't take it like we don't want you here because we do

but we don't want to tire you

please don't hate me Denise

>>47358214
>> Keep searching around

> Keep searching around

“Let’s keep searching around, see what we can find,” you say. Kathy nods, giving you a thumbs up. The two of you continue to search around the King Tiger. The inside is actually quite spacey. Even with the interior mostly rotted away from the water and the passage of time, you could tell that there must have been a lot of good times had in this tank. It almost feels like you’re invading someone’s home in that sense.

You hope whoever used to own this tank forgives you.

“Heeeey!” Kathy holds up a tin box. “Come on, let’s get out and open this!” The two of you hop onto the turret, then place the box down. Kathy smiles, rubbing her hands. “Looks like it’s been sealed! So, let’s see what we get!”

She opens it up, and inside is a treasure trove of old antiques. Binoculars, throat mics, a flare gun! And a few more photographs of Thaddeus and his crew. One portraying the crew in the midst of a tank fight, inside of their tank at the controls. Another is a short picnic with everyone in their school uniforms, wind brushing their hair to the side, and one of them almost off the tank. And a third with Thaddeus and another tank, by the look of it an M4 Sherman (which may actually be Cupid or “Patches” as he was known back then).

“Whoa!” Kathy holds up the flare gun. “This is old antique stuff! Really cool antique stuff!” She shuts it, smiling at you. “Hey, you let me have this stuff I could get a good price for it. I’ll let you have half the cut!”

> “Sure!”
> “Actually, let’s not sell this stuff.”
> Other

>>47358749
>> “Sure!”
Then we can call up and thank them for letting us fundraise off their scavenged stuff
> “Actually, let’s not sell this stuff.”
absolutely do not sell this elodie isn't that thick

>>47358749
>"Actually, let's not sell this stuff."
At least not until we okay it with Miss McPherson and/or Durocher. This might have a lot of sentimental value to them if nothing else.

>>47358749
> “Actually, let’s not sell this stuff.”

>>47358749
>> “Actually, let’s not sell this stuff.”

>>47358749
>Give them a call first and if they give the ok then sell it.

>>47358749
>“Actually, let’s not sell this stuff.”
"Tell you what, though. Next piece of invaluable history we find will be all yours."

Maybe the Lost City of Atlantis or the Ark of Covenant. With plenty of hopefully dead Nazis inside.

>>47358749
>> “Actually, let’s not sell this stuff.”

>>47358842
>>47358846
>>47358860
Shouldn't we be specific on ask before selling?

>>47358749
>Actually, lets not sell this stuff.

What>>47358826 said

>>47358749
> “Actually, let’s not sell this stuff.”

>>47358749
>“Actually, let’s not sell this stuff.”

Last quest we got a divine favor when we acquired antique binoculars, let's not squander this chance!

> “Actually, let’s not sell this stuff.”

“Actually, let’s not sell this stuff,” you declare. Kathy frowns, disappointed. “Come on, if McPherson and Commissioner Durocher are the girls in the pictures, then maybe they won’t like it if we just sell their stuff willy-nilly!”

“Mmm, Miss McPherson never talks about Tankery though,” says Kathy. She huffs, folding her arms. “Fine, but the next thing we find, I am going to sell.”

“Fair,” you say. The two of you drop off the tank. You think for now that’s all you’ll find out of the tank.

“Damn though, I’m hungry, wanna get something to eat?” You shrug. Why not? Might as well. The two of you step into her truck, and she begins pulling out of the HQ. You look back to see Denise still napping away, her leg twitching a little as she lies next to one of the dogs. “I’m thinking burgers.”

“Still, Kathy,” you say. “You realize that if this is Commissioner Durocher in this picture, she’s got some explaining to do. I met with her before the Heinlein match, she never said anything about attending LGA.”

Kathy shrugs. “Maybe she wasn’t a student. Hell, Zhou Enlai Business School mostly relies on foreign talent I hear.”

“Maybe…” You rub your chin, thinking, hm.

> You’re not going to get anywhere for now, just have some dinner and call it a day.
> Call up Commissioner Durocher
> “Take us to the school, maybe Miss McPherson can explain.”
> Other

>>47359151
> “Take us to the school, maybe Miss McPherson can explain.”

>>47359151
> “Take us to the school, maybe Miss McPherson can explain.”
We can bribe her with dinner if we have to.

>>47359151
>“Take us to the school, maybe Miss McPherson can explain.”

>>47359151
> You’re not going to get anywhere for now, just have some dinner and call it a day.

>>47359151
>> Call up Commissioner Durocher
>> “Take us to the school, maybe Miss McPherson can explain.”

>>47359151
>“Take us to the school, maybe Miss McPherson can explain.”

> “Take us to the school, maybe Miss McPherson can explain.”

-

-

Miss McPherson is a bit of an old woman, got grey streaks in her blonde hair, but she still has the arms and the body of a loader that’s for sure. The two of you press your faces against the screen looking into the faculty office where she and a few other teachers are busy working. She looks over, then adjusts her glasses a little in disbelief. “… Door’s open, girls.”

The two of you walk in, smiling. “Hey, Miss McPherson!” greets Kathy.

“Kathy, how’s the Indiana Jones business going?” asks Miss McPherson. She points to a few spare chairs, and the two of you sit down.

“Oh, it’s going great,” says Kathy. “Uh, you know Ellie right?”

Miss McPherson nods. “Yeah, nice to meet you, sweetie.” She looks at Kathy, unamused. “Kathy, can we uh… move this along I’m kind of busy.”

“Yeah, yeah, right uh… we happened to find a tank beneath a waterfall.” No reaction. “It was a King Tiger.” She nods slowly, still not much reaction. “And inside that tank, we found this photo and this tin box!” Kathy holds up the photo of the crew. She points to the loader. “Is that you, Miss McPherson?”

She adjusts her glasses a bit, squinting at it. “Yeah, that’s me.” She leans back. “You found a… King Tiger?”

You nod. “Porsche turret.”

[1/2]

>>47359705
[2/2]

“Porsche turret?” Miss McPherson damn near jumps out of her chair at that, she blinks, surprised. “Feldgrau, black stripes?” You nod at that. “… I see.”

“Was that your tank?” you ask.

“Yeah, yeah, he-…” She coughs, leaning back. “It was. Um. What’d you-…” She points to the tin box, and you gently place it in her lap. She opens it up, and immediately goes to rifling through it.

“See I wanted to sell it,” says Kathy.

“Good thing you didn’t, I would’ve killed you,” says Miss McPherson. You snort a bit, and to that Kathy pouts a little. “Wow…”

“So, how did Thaddeus end up where he did?” you ask. “It doesn’t seem too rational.” She stops, then looks up at you two.

“Erm.” She smiles a little, a bit nervously. “I’m not really uh… the one to talk to about this, I get my memory mixed up. I’m getting old, girls. You know, Alzheimer’s.” She whirls her finger next to her ear, trying to make herself look loopy. “Wooooo…”

Yeah, you’re not convinced.

> “Well, we’ll let you keep that.”
> “Can we sell it anyway?”
> “What do you mean you can’t say?”
> Other

>>47359716
> “Well, we’ll let you keep that.”
> “What do you mean you can’t say?”
That means, the tin box, right?

>>47359716
> “What do you mean you can’t say?”

>>47359716
>Other
Look at her really skeptically.

>>47359716
> “What do you mean you can’t say?”
> Other
Is this a vow of silence thing? Could Commissioner Durocher tell us more?

>>47359716
>>47359773
>Other
>Look at her really skeptically.

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>>47359773
This.

my theory is that probably LGA was once of the powerhouse of tankery but lost to who god knows how that they demand thaddeus as a tank trophy

then things get interesting and the rest is history

>>47359716
> “Can we sell it anyway?”
> “What do you mean you can’t say?”

>>47359716
>> “Can we sell it anyway?”

>>47359981
Can you back that up with something or do you just throw this ridiculous shit out for attention?

>>47360026
back when gertrude was on tour on black forest peak they have a garage full of tank trophies but was discontinued

so no im not doing it for attention but rather a posibility

> “What do you mean you can’t say?”
> Other

The two of you look at her with the skeptical intensity of a thousand suns. Miss McPherson crosses her arms, squinting a bit at you two. “Hey, I’m just saying. My memory isn’t what it used to be. That’s what happens when you get old, I mean, back in the 70s sure but… you know, something.”

“Funny, we don’t actually have too many records of our Tankery league in the 70s,” you say.

“Yeah, big gap,” says Kathy.

Miss McPherson bites her lip, looking away a bit.

“What do you mean you can’t say?” you ask gently.

“Look.” She holds up a hand, trying to speak firmly but gently to you two. “Girls, all of what happened, happened so long ago and I’d… I’d hate to bring up um…” She keeps her fingers on the flare gun, rubbing the barrel and the grip. “I’d hate to bring up bad memories.”

“Did someone die?” asks Kathy.

“Fuck no!” She covers her mouth as a few teachers look over. “I-…” She opens her mouth. “No, nobody died! We’d be charged for manslaughter then and I wouldn’t be a teacher! No, nobody got hurt either!”

“Then what happened?” you ask.

“You-“ She stops herself, sighing. “… Did uh… did Dottie talk to you all about this?” You shake your heads. “Well, good. She definitely won’t say anything to you, and if she doesn’t I won’t either.”

> “Do you want to see the tank?”
> “Well, okay then.”
> “Come on, surely there’s something!”
> Other

>>47360166
> “Do you want to see the tank?”

>>47360166
>> “Do you want to see the tank?”

>>47360166
>> “Do you want to see the tank?”
>> “Come on, surely there’s something!”

>Can we sell this? If she won't talk then she isn't attached to this.

I mean honestly if she won't say anything, then might as well make use of the stuff she won't talk about.

>>47360166
> “Do you want to see the tank?”

>>47360166
> “Do you want to see the tank?”

>>47360166
> “Do you want to see the tank?”
> Other
We're doing him up for the NATO league, once we repair him and find a crew, Thaddeus will be back in action.

> “Do you want to see the tank?”

“Do you want to see the tank?” you ask. She blinks in surprise at that. “We’re fixing him up to use him in the NATO league. Once we get him restored and find a crew for him, he’ll be back in action. If he’s your tank, I figured you’d want to see him.”

Kathy smiles at you, nudging you. “Yeah, way to-“ You slap her on the arm, silencing her.

Miss McPherson sighs, rubbing her wrinkled forehead. “… fine, just for five minutes, then I have to go back to grading these papers, okay?”

-

-

Oleg has left for the night, leaving Griselda as the sole person inside of the Hangar when the three of you arrived (Denise was still napping in the cab. Heavy sleeper.) Griselda smiles, looking at you all. “Hey, girls.” She quirks her brow. “Miss McPherson?”

“Griselda,” says Miss McPherson as she walks past.

Griselda looks at you and Kathy, weirded out. “Why is the most hated math teacher in LGA here?”

You point to the King Tiger. “That’s her tank.” Griselda’s jaw drops, then she turns around to see her walk towards the tank.

Miss McPherson slowly walks up to Thaddeus, and stands in awe at the impressive frontal hull. She gently places a hand on the glacis plate, smirking a bit. “Wow.” Her smirk turns into a grin. You step up next to her, smiling. “You know, honestly, I’d never thought I’d see the old boy again.” She leans over, then her face turns into a frown. “Oh, Thaddy… where have your wheels gone?”

“Wheels and suspension were missing,” you say. “Plus, the engine was too far gone to fix, we need to get a new one.”

“Oooh, poor baby.” Miss McPherson almost looks on the verge of tears.

> Give her a moment
> “Do you feel like talking now?”
> “The inside is good if you want to see it.”
> Other

>>47360646
> Give her a moment
...
> “The inside is good if you want to see it.”

>>47360646
>> “The inside is good if you want to see it.”

>>47360646
>Give her a moment

>>47360669
Seconding this.

>>47360646
>>47360669
Supporting this.

>>47360646
>> Give her a moment
She will talk if she want to, so don't pressure her.

>>47360646
> Give her a moment
> “The inside is good if you want to see it.”

>>47360646
> Give her a moment

> Give her a moment
> “The inside is good if you want to see it.”

Griselda and Kathy walk up next to you, helping you give Miss McPherson a moment. You could tell by the way she stands in Thaddeus’ shadow that the memories are definitely flooding back to her. She takes another short walk around to his side, then gently brushes her hand along the name sprayed onto the side. She almost looks like a child meeting her childhood hero.

She takes another deep breath, sighing deeply. “Wow.”

“You know, the inside is good if you want to see it,” you say quietly. She looks over at you three, then nods. She expertly grabs the side, then hoists herself up.

She points to you. “Come on. Let’s go.” The two of you climb on inside.

And in the dimly lit interior, she sits down in the loader’s seat. She smiles, bouncing a bit in it as she looks around the turret. She then places her hand on the gun breech while sit on the commander’s chair. “You know what this reminds me of?” she says.

“What?”

“We had a match during the winter. It was against a richer team, they could afford a lot of tank destroyers, they’d throw them in ambush positions waiting for us to come to them. But, we decided to make a picnic of that day. We weren’t falling for it. And back then, tankery matches could go on for days. You just had to remember to pack camping gear.” She leans back, placing her hands in her lap. “I remember Dottie trying so hard to light a fire for us. Dottie-“ She looks at you. “Dottie was a really fun girl to be around, always trying to keep you happy, always looking out for you but damn she never liked to admit defeat.” You smile as she does. “We had to help her, she sulked the rest of the night, but we cheered her up with a little something.”

[1/2]

>>47361281
[2/2]

“What?” you ask.

“We snuck in some beers,” she says. You frown a little. “What? It was the 70s. A few beers wouldn’t hurt us. But-… one of the best matches of my life.”

“Did you win?” you ask.

“Oh, yeah, we won.” She leans back, sighing. “But um… yeah, we were one of the best teams around.”

“So what happened then?” you ask.

She frowns now. She looks back at you. “We were expelled.” You blink. What? “I can’t tell you why we were expelled. But we were. That was 40 years ago. It’s done.”

“But why?” you ask.

“I-“ She sighs. “Look, it was nice of you to see Thaddeus again but I’ve already told you way too much, alright?” She looks at you sadly. “Can you just… drop it?”

> “Fine.”
> “Please tell me more.”
> Other

>>47361306
> “Fine.”
Gotta get the story in pieces after all.

>>47361306
> “Fine.”
I think we can let it go for here. At the very least, it gives us something to go on in the future for this sidequest.

>>47361306
>> “Fine.”

>>47361306
>> Other
"...fine, but in case you want to share the rest of story i'm all ears"

>>47361306
> "Fine."
> Other
You should come watch a match when we finally get Thaddeus back to ship shape.

I'm >>47361335
and I'll back
>>47361360 as an additional thing to say.

>>47361360
>Addendum
Oh, and you can let any others from the old crew know they're welcome to pay a visit too if they'd like.

>>47361306
>> “Fine.”

> “Fine.”

You nod. “Alright. But um… hey, if you ever want to, you should come watch a match. Especially when we get Thaddeus back into ship shape.”

Miss McPherson nods. “Alright. I can go with that.”

And with that, the two of you exit out of the tank. Griselda and Kathy look to you, surprised. “What’d she say?” asks Kathy.

“Nothing too important,” you say. Miss McPherson nods, patting you on the shoulder. “Anyway, it’s late, we should retire for the night, Kathy.” Kathy shrugs, in apparent agreement.

Griselda smiles at you and Miss McPherson. “How was it inside?”

“Oh, it was as I remembered it,” she says simply. She looks to you and Griselda. “Listen you two, just a word of advice. Tankery isn’t just about winning. There’s an experience to be had in it.”

“We know,” says Griselda. “Don’t worry-“

“No.” Miss McPherson sternly addresses Griselda. “No, you don’t know. If you get into Tankery just to win, you don’t deserve to be a Tanker.” And with that comes deafening silence. “That’s my opinion at least.” She points her thumb to the door. “I better get going.”

“Alright,” says Griselda. And with that, she leaves. The three of you watch her leave. “You think she means that?”

“Maybe,” you say.

Griselda checks her watch. “Well, she’s right. It is late.”

“Yeah, I should head back and tuck the dogs in, you and Denise good to go home on your own?” asks Kathy.

“Well, Ellie and Denise can stay over at my place,” says Griselda. “If you two want to.”

> “Nah, just drive us home, Griselda.”
> “Sure, that’d be great.”
> Other

>>47361872
> “Sure, that’d be great.”
>Other: Make sure Winona knows where we are so she doesn't start wondering where we've gone.

What could go wrong?

>>47361872
>> “Sure, that’d be great.”

>>47361872
>>47361897
Supporting!

>>47361872
>> “Sure, that’d be great.”
>>47361897
and this

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>>47361872
>“Listen you two, just a word of advice. Tankery isn’t just about winning. There’s an experience to be had in it.”
Yeah, like getting expelled

>>47362148
bad anon she meant is 5 girls 1 tank

My another theory is probably about that yellowstone park....but i think it was diferrent school battling out it could be lga

damn it im bored

>>47361897
Supporting

> “Sure, that’d be great.”
> Other

“Sure, that’d be excellent,” you say. Griselda nods, and moves to pull her truck in.

While that’s happening, you decide to give Winona a call. You dial up her number and wait.

“Ellie! Where have you been!?” Winona sounds very frantic. “We gotta clean my dorm! I gotta make myself look pretty! I gotta do everything! My family is coming to LGA! AND I JUST REALIZED THIS AND I’M FREAKING OUT!”

“Um. Yeah, I’m gonna spend the night at Griselda’s. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, have your way with the cute Pool sister, I- I just gotta, make sure everything is presentable! I just gotta- oh god oh god, look, have fun! Don’t lemme be a mess on you! Good night!” She hangs up.

Wow.

-

-

You carry Denise into Griselda’s dorm. “Make yourselves at home.”

Denise grumbles a little, yawning a bit. “Sorry for being so tired!” You put her down on the bed, and she immediately lays back and relaxes. “All that busywork today really knocked it outta me!”

“It’s fine,” says Griselda as she puts a platter of food into the microwave. “Just uh… make yourselves at home. I’ll get some blankets and pillows for you guys.” Her eyes widen a bit. “Oh, there’s some good news too. I got us a really rich sponsor to support the team today!”

“Really?” you ask. “Who?”

“Griffith Industries,” says Griselda. “They’re a Manufacturing company based out of Boston, one of the biggest for the US Army actually.” Oh. Oooohhh… “Did you want some tea or some soda or… something? A Japanese friend of mine introduced me to Darjeeling and lemme tell you, that is really good tea.”

> “Tell me more about the Griffiths.”
> “Do we have anything on the next team we’re facing?”
> Just talk a little with Griselda, get to know her.
> Other

>>47362393
> Just talk a little with Griselda, get to know her.
Much as it would be wise to know about the Griffiths, we can probably just as easily talk to Winona about them, right? Or talk to Griselda about them later.

The good news is...Sponsorship! Hooray!

>>47362393
>> “Tell me more about the Griffiths.”

>>47362393
>> Just talk a little with Griselda, get to know her.

>>47362393
>> Just talk a little with Griselda, get to know her.

>>47362393
>Just talk a little with Griselda, get to know her.

>a friend of mine introduced me to Darjeeling
Can't tell if the person or the tea.

>>47362555
Why not both?

>>47362565
Because Darjeeling doesn't make her own tea. Orange Pekoe does for her.

Seriously, have you ever seen Darjeeling cook? She's not "burn the dorm down" (Trudy pls) but she did inflict severe culinary trauma on Miho and her girls.

> Just talk a little with Griselda, get to know her.

“Sure, some tea would be nice.” She smiles, walking over to the closet. “Getting yourself comfortable?”

“Yeah.” She throws off her jacket and starts unbuttoning her blouse as well. “I tell you, the heat out today was a killer. You know, I used to read stories about how the Afrika Korps would cook eggs and bacon on the hulls of their tanks because it was so hot.” She smirks a bit as she steps out of her skirt as well, showing off her pretty blue underwear. You and Denise try not to stare too much. And with that, Griselda pulls on a white Jersey with the number 34 and the name Harper on the back.

“You a baseball fan?” you ask.

“Huh?” She looks down at the jersey. “Oh, no, this is something I got from the Lerner’s sponsoring us. They own the Nationals down in DC.” Oh right. “I tell you what, I got a spares if you guys want some. I got a Clippard one which is functionally worthless since he doesn’t play for them any more. And for some reason…” She pulls out a jersey with the name Murphy on the back. “I don’t know who Murphy is but I’m not sure he’s on the Nationals.”

“Um, yeah. How about that tea?” you ask. She nods, walking over to the kitchen.

You and Denise sit at her coffee table next to her bed, which sits in front of the TV. “So uh… Griselda.” Denise smiles a little as she puts the kettle on. “What made you want to take up Tankery?”

Griselda looks back. “Honestly? My Dad used to take us to races and events. Gertrude always fell asleep because they were boring but I loved them. It grew from there.” The kettle starts whistling, ready. “Oooh, there’s the tea.”

“What’s your favorite tank?” you ask.

[1/2]

>>47362841
[2/2]

She sighs, pouring three cups of tea out. “Ah… you know, you’re going to be up all night because I have lots of favorite tanks.” She takes the cups onto a platter, then places them down in front of you, along with some cookies as well. “You know, I deeply admire the build of the T-34, not ergonomically, but from the context of the war situation it was a real lifesaver for the Soviets. And the Germans uh…”

“Tiger tank?” asks Denise.

Griselda rolls her eyes. “Tiger I is overrated.”

“What about the Tiger II?”

“Less overrated, but it has its problems too,” she says. “Panzer IV is the best one, next to the StuG III. And probably the Jagdpanther too. And its cousins the Marder series and the Nashorn.”

“Any American tanks?”

She shrugs. “Sherman, but the Chaffee’s cute.”

You smirk a bit. “That why you chose an M4 then?”

“Well, it’s cheap and I know it,” she says. She tugs on the collar of her jersey a bit, smiling at you two. You and Denise blush a little. Wow, that jersey honestly doesn’t leave too much to the imagination. “Really though, on the topic of my Dad though, wow. He’s the best Dad you could ever ask for.”

“Really?”

She nods. “Yeah, really.”

You squint a little. She’s… not really talking about herself.

> Prod her, try and get her to talk about herself more
> “What’s your Dad like?”
> “What do you think of the competition then?”
> Other

>>47362849
>> Prod her, try and get her to talk about herself more

poke the gris gris

>>47362849
>Prod her, try and get her to talk about herself more
Why so evasive, Griselda?

>>47362849
>What's your dad like?
>Prod her, try to get her to talk about herself more.
I would like to know more about her family and about her. Seing as shes kept it mostly tight to the vest.

>>47362849
>> Prod her, try and get her to talk about herself more

>>47362849
>> “What’s your Dad like?”

>>47362849
>“What’s your Dad like?”

> Prod her, try and get her to talk about herself more

You lean in, smiling. “Come on, what about you though?” She tilts her head, confused. “You talk about tanks and your family a lot. You don’t really talk about you.”

“Oh well, there ain’t too much about me,” she says. “I’m not really like Gertrude I guess.”

“Of course not,” says Denise. “You’re Griselda!”

“Yeah, obviously,” says Griselda quickly. “Um uh… yeah, I like tanks um.” She shrugs. “And I hate math. Math really sucks. So does chemistry. But I really like tanks.” She sighs. “Seriously, there isn’t too much about me to know, I’m a pretty simple girl.”

“Come on, there’s gotta be more,” you say.

She shrugs. “Um. I like tea.” She takes a sip of it. “Darjeeling is great by the way.” You nod, smiling a bit. “Come on, throw me a bone, Ellie.”

“I’m trying to throw you a bone,” you say. “Name one thing that isn’t tanks, and I won’t bother you, okay?”

She sighs, then purses her lips, thinking. “… I like anime.”

“Anime?” asks Denise.

“Anime. Kitten introduced me to it,” she says. “There, that ain’t tanks.” No it certainly isn’t. She sighs. “I appreciate you trying to get to know me better but really come on, I-… I’m not really an interesting girl. Okay?’

You smirk. “Sure you are. You’re not giving yourself enough credit. Hell, I don’t think I’m too interesting either.”

She tilts her head. “Ellie, you’re the most interesting girl I’ve ever met.” Your heart stops. Oh God. You quickly look away, smiling nervously. “No, really, poor background, salary, suddenly you’re tearing it up on the battlefield? You’re one of the best girls I know!” PLEASE STOP HOW DID THIS HAPPEN OH GOD YOUR FACE IS RED

Denise smiles a little. “You’re embarrassing her.”

“Am I?” asks Griselda.

YES UGH

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>>47363065
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kl-ZqQ_InX8

That's it for tonight's LGA2. I'll be back tomorrow for more. Hope you all enjoyed.

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>>47363094
Good thread, mate. Guess we may need to spend a vaycay day at some point to calm Winona down. Bet she didn't get to relax like she wanted.

>>47363094
Thanks for running boss

>>47363094
Just got home and caught up.

Thanks for the fun, Boss.

>>47363094
Thanks for running GS, these threads give me the same warm, vaguely nostalgic feeling I get watching K-On, but with tanks (net improvement) and mild waifufaggotry (which balances it back out). Not sure why that is, but thanks.

Speaking of which, light music club crew when?

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>>47363805
when you write it.

>>47363877
No thanks, I GM too many RPGs anyway, running a quest of any kind would probably drive me the last few steps to actual madness.

>>47363941
There's always writefaggotry

>>47364049
Suppose I should clarify, was more interested in a crew from a music club/high school band as part of the team rather than actually putting Hokago Tea Time in GuP. Writefaggotry seems a tad overwrought for such a pursuit.

Don't know if anyone is still here but

https://www.nyaa.se/?page=view&tid=813604

This is the 3 minute bit before the film. Subbed for your pleasure.

I hear the quality is a bit shit. Oh well.

Goddammit, I missed my chance at Dadpool options. S'mol Bullshit