>>771058
> Neutral

>>771058
> Polite
I am ready to see things done today.

>>771058
>> Neutral
Going on not enough sleep and coffee to compensate, here we go.

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>>771058
> Neutral

Another day, hopefully less panicked than yesterday.

And we should buy some coveralls, for when we have to do inspections in dirty areas or heavy labour days and we don't want to soil our officers uniform

>>771058
>> Neutral

> Neutral

“Sure, I guess.” You sit on the back of the Kettenkrad, rubbing some sleep out of your eyes. Denise quickly proceeds to pour you a hot cup of coffee into a thermos cap. “Oh, thank you.” You take a sip, and immediately some warmth and rejuvenation flows through you. Yes, this is a working girl's drink. You yawn a little bit. “Right, let's do this.”

“Let's!” Denise speeds away.

-

-

With the scrap pile all gone and the wall now completely repaired, things now seemed relatively calm. The water itself was already drained out with the help of some firefighting trucks and a lot of elbow grease from the overnight crews. And now, the business of actually constructing the dorm rooms was on. Your team of girls grew from around a few shifts mashed together, to at least 300 girls at once working around the clock to get each room together.

You checked it over with Athena as you walked on the catwalk. There would be ten floors, all for the freshmen. Each room would be a double bedroom housing two freshmen. There will be a bathroom, a closet for clothes, bed, two desks, a TV, lights, and access to internet and other network facilities throughout LGA. Not a bad deal. “We've already completed fifteen rooms,” she says.

“Out of?”

“Two hundred.” Oh.

Tessa smiles, folding her arms. “I believe at the rate we're going, we'll have it at least halfway by the time the whistle blows.”

“Not unless something goes-” You hear a loud crash. Athena looks up from the blueprint. “... wrong.”

You all look down to see a crane completely tipped over, crushing two of the prefabricated rooms. “Everyone okay?” you yell. They all nod, giving thumbs up to you. “What happened!?”

One of the Naval Studies students raises her hand. “We might have accidentally loaded too much on the crane. And now uh...” You look at the crane truck itself. Completely on its side, the loading jib looks flexed all the way, almost snapped in half in fact, and it was now crashed through two roofs as well. “Well, things could be worse.”

That was your only fucking crane. Damn it.

“What do we do now?” asks Athena. “That was our only crane and now it's busted.”

> “It's not busted. We just have to give it some love and put it upright again.”
> “I'll have to 'requisition' another one.”
> “I don't know. Athena, take care of it for me.”
> Other

>>771198
> “I'll have to 'requisition' another one.”

While we're 'procuring' it, get the girls working on anything that doesn't need the crane and try to fix our current one best you can.

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>>771198
>“I'll have to 'requisition' another one.”

Damaged loading equipment is not to be trusted.

And don't overload things if we are on schedule! We have a timetable, stick to it and things will go well! SEE THE PLAN IS RIGHT HERE!

>>771198

> “I'll have to 'requisition' another one.”

I bet Carver did this

>>771198
>> “I'll have to 'requisition' another one.”
>>771231
What this anon said. Load limits are not to be ignored. Next one who does it, might just have to carry it. By hand...

> “I'll have to 'requisition' another one.”

“Athena, take damage control.” She nods. “I'll go and requisition another crane truck.”

“From where?” asks Tessa.

-

-

“Quoi?” The only available crane truck that you could reliable take without too much trouble happened to be in the hands of the Fishery crews. The lightly tanned girl wearing nothing but a tank top and blue short shorts stood at the pier of one of the many gigantic fish tanks where game fish of all kinds from tuna, salmon, trout, and everything in between was being fished and farmed for food. “Y'all needa barra yon crane, why?”

“Our last one got overcooked by some overzealous workers,” you say. You dare not mention that it's on its side and the jib was almost snapped in half by the overloading. “Can I just borrow your truck for today?”

She shakes her head. “No, no, desole!”

“You're not even using the truck though,” you say.

The girl places her hand on her chest. “I know that. But we try not to let other people use our stuff, Commander. The last time someone had to borrow something from us, we never got it back.”

“Them damn cheerleadas!” yells one of the fishers as she nets a school of trout. “They's still ain't returned our seaplane! Can't een fish fer them damn octopus!”

“Notta mention dem fucks in da Engineersa what keeps borrows our fishing lines or dem stage fucks keep stealing our lines too for thems stupid plays. I hadda up to here with Red Dawn: Da Musica!” yells another fisher.

Of course, you get the Department full of Creoles.

> “I'm the Commander. Give me the truck.”
> “I promise I'll give it back, you can even come with me.”
> “Maybe we can come to agreement, I trade you something.”
> Other

>>771378
>“I promise I'll give it back, you can even come with me.”

>>771378
> “Maybe we can come to agreement, I trade you something.”

Biggoron sword.

>>771378
>> “I promise I'll give it back, you can even come with me.”

>>771378
> “Maybe we can come to agreement, I trade you something.”

A seaplane? Do the boys have a seaplane?

>>771378
>“I promise I'll give it back, you can even come with me.”

>>771481
They own a pair of Grumman Gooses for exploring on the water and for buzzing Naval Studies Girls out fishing for game they can't farm in the tanks.

>>771527
Maybe the boys can lend a Goose for Octopus fishing.

And we should go kick Cheerleader ass for plane theft!

> “I promise I'll give it back, you can even come with me.”

“I promise, hand on my heart.” You place your hand over your heart. “I'll give it back. If you want, you can even come with me. Okay?” The fishers all look at each other. Two of them on top of the tank communicate with each other in what is apparently Cajun French, before nodding to the Chief Fisher.

“Awright,” she says. “We's gonna give da benefit of da doubt, oui?”

“Great!” you smile. “Let's go then!”

-

-

With that, the crane truck now replaced your stricken one. The first crane was moved out and was sent down to Engineering for repairs. The new one was now being strictly supervised by Athena (the previous supervisor having been sacked and now sent to KP to peel potatoes). “How are things?” you ask.

“Construction is going smoothly now,” says Tessa. “I think even with this setback and the delay from the leak, we should make our schedule for Friday.” You and your retinue, along with the fisher girl walk around, watching as girls weld the prefab rooms together, mount all the living luxuries in that can be nailed and welded down, and then crane them to a particular set of metal spurs on the high walls to be mounted. The floors would come next, probably not today though. But it looks as if you've got ground level done.

Carver comes up to you. “Ellie. Big news.” You quirk your brow. “I just got off the phone with Block 3, they're almost done with their expansion.” What? Really? “They're about fifty rooms off before they can call it a day.” You are...

You check your list.

135 rooms away.

Oh jeez.

> No, no. You're not going to get into a building competition with people you don't know.
> “Let's kick it into overdrive then.”
> Other

>>771565
> No, no. You're not going to get into a building competition with people you don't know.
Rushing got us into this mess. Don't do it!

>>771565
>No, no. You're not going to get into a building competition with people you don't know.

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>>771565
> No, no. You're not going to get into a building competition with people you don't know.

We're on schedule. We will stay that way. DAMNIT WE JUST TALKED ABOUT THE PLAN!

>>771565

>No, no. You're not going to get into a building competition with people you don't know.

Unless its Caldwell

>>771565
>> No, no. You're not going to get into a building competition with people you don't know.

>>771565
> No, no. You're not going to get into a building competition with people you don't know.
Let's not get too happy go lucky with the heavy grade industrial tools. Someone could get seriously hurt.

> No, no. You're not going to get into a building competition with people you don't know.

“Nope.” You take a deep breath. “We're not going to get into a competition. This is about building this well, not quickly. Only reason they got a leg up on us was because of the leak.” You place your hands on your hips, sternly addressing Carver. “We are doing this by the book, and we are doing this on schedule. No overloading, no tricks, no nothing.”

She salutes. “Got it!” She quickly runs back to her team to keep coordinating them.

You fold your arms, looking around as another prefabricated room gets craned into place along the wall. Scaffolding all long the walls is set up for engineers to fix the girders and bolt, weld, rivet, and everything else into place. Trucks carrying girders, steel plates, and iron drive by on designated routes.

Yes, this is the power of Naval Studies.

“Commander!” A Radio Officer hands you a radio. “It's the Captain.”

You nod, taking it. “Captain?”

“Hey, Ellie!” The Captain sounds pretty positive. “How are things down there?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>771743
>Boast
Going well, had a minor setback but we've already recovered!

>>771743
> Polite

>>771743
> Neutral
When giving status reports it's most helpful if you're straight to the point and don't unnecessarily embellish any part of it.

>>771743
>> Neutral

>>771743
> Boast

>>771743
> Neutral

>>771743
> Neutral

On time, on target. Include details in the daily report, unless pressed for them now.

Details like cranes.

We should also forward a concern to Security and the Cheerleaders re:one missing aircraft

> Neutral

“Well, the situation is going smoothly. We're currently on pace to build half of the expected 200 rooms for this block. We did tip a crane unfortunately, but the issue has been resolved. Otherwise, we are going as scheduled. On time.”

“I see! Nice work, Ellie! I guess I was right to choose you over Caldwell.”

“What is Caldwell doing?” you ask.

“She's still in the Office figuring out logistics reports, emptying out Admiral Nimitz's litterbox, you know how it is?”

Oh. That actually sounds pretty boring since you're not there, nor is your retinue. It actually kind of makes you feel sorry for her.

Then again, this is the same girl that kind of laid it into you for your salary and your poor background. On the one hand, but... on the other... “Why do you ask?” says the Captain.

> “Do you think you could reassign Caldwell to me? Just to get her out of the Office?”
> “Oh, nothing. Tell Caldwell I said hi.”
> Other

>>771925
> “Oh, nothing. Tell Caldwell I said hi.”
Caldwell can eat a dick.

>>771925
> “Oh, nothing. Tell Caldwell I said hi.”

>>771925
>Other

Just curious. You mentioned her, I thought I'd ask.

>>771925
> “Do you think you could reassign Caldwell to me? Just to get her out of the Office?”
I will be nice.

>>771925
> “Do you think you could reassign Caldwell to me? Just to get her out of the Office?”
Commence job-based rival wrestling, each of us being consistently helpful and showering the other with favours until they submit!

>>771925
> “Do you think you could reassign Caldwell to me? Just to get her out of the Office?”

>>771925
> “Oh, nothing. Tell Caldwell I said hi.”

>>771925
> “Oh, nothing. Tell Caldwell I said hi.”

>>771925
>> “Do you think you could reassign Caldwell to me? Just to get her out of the Office?”

>>771925
> “Do you think you could reassign Caldwell to me? Just to get her out of the Office?”

Nobody deserves that kind of drudgery. Also, extending an olive branch isn't a bad idea here.

>>771925
>> “Do you think you could reassign Caldwell to me? Just to get her out of the Office?”

>>771925
> “Do you think you could reassign Caldwell to me? Just to get her out of the Office?”

She did help yesterday (right?) so help her out.

> “Do you think you could reassign Caldwell to me? Just to get her out of the Office?”

“Oh?” The Captain sounds a bit perplexed at your request. “I thought you two hated each other. That's why I assigned one over the other, make sure things didn't get too heated over who wanted what.”

“Well, I just think she might need some time out of the Office. And heck, I could use an extra pair of eyes and another mouth to tell others what to do. Can you do that, Captain?”

“Sure, but not today, I want her to finish up the work day in the Office then we can send her to you tomorrow and Friday.”

“Alright, that's reasonable.”

“Anything else?”

“No, we're good.”

“Alright. Godspeed then, Ellie!”

With that, you hand the radio over to the student and allow her to go about her day. You look around as more rooms are mounted into the walls, then secured into place. On the ground level, the first floor plates are busy being constructed together.

“Things seem to be looking up,” says Denise.

“Don't jinx it,” says Hilda.

-

-

> JOB COMPLETE
> + 5 CP

The work day ends relatively uneventfully, or rather eventfully in that you managed to be productive enough to place an additional twenty rooms before the whistle blew. Oh, happy day, another a very productive day for your Block! “Athena, Tessa, going home?”

“You know it,” says Athena. With that, they're gone before you can even ask them to stick around. Hmph. Alright then.

Right. It's 5, no practice today. What now?

> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Go hang out with someone (Who?)
> Visit the Tank Hangar
> Call Someone (Who?)
> Walk around LGA
> Other

>>772188
>> Other
Should we help gris gris get the money that we promised we'd get?

>>772188
> Go hang out with someone: Iris
You know, despite her being around pretty constantly, I don't think we've actually spent any time with her outside of tankery. We can grab dinner or something, and if we run out of smalltalk we can always brainstorm some funding options for the Tankery team.

>>772209
I will back this. Why not?

>>772188
>>772201
Time to get rich quick

>>772188
Go help Gris.
>>772201

>>772188
>Go hang out with someone (Who?)
Ingrid

We need to do that team building magic

>>772188
supporting>>772209

> Embark on a Subquest (Buying Happiness)
> Go hang out with someone (Iris)

You arrive at the doorstep of the Etiquette Club's clubhouse with Denise and Mulcahy (Hilda having gone home as well). You knock on the door, and answering the door now is Iris. In the background you can hear some lovely violin music playing, as well you can see a very well manicured and well taken care of house. It seems almost stereotypical how clean and feminine the place is. “Ah. Elodie. Come to visit?”

“Yes, and no,” you say. “I need to help Griselda raise some money. I figured I could enlist your help, maybe get to know you a little too.”

“Ah, of course,” says Iris. “Come inside, we were just preparing dinner. I decided to try and a nice dish from the Far East, some fried noodles and a bit of barley tea. You will love it.” You nod, stepping in nervously.

Okay, now you feel guilty for tracking dirt and mud in her house. Mulcahy immediately resolves this guilt by grinding her boots against the porch step before entering. “Mulcahy!” You hiss. She looks up, surprised. “You're in a- you're in a house of... stop it!” She nods, stepping inside quickly.

The three of you enter into her dining room, where Azalea proceeds to seat you all. Rose as well sets out plates of fried noodles for all of you, mixed with some spicy leafy greens and some cuts of chicken as well. Wow, smells good. “If you're wondering.” Iris comes in as well, placing cups of tea in front of you. “Violet is downstairs in the basement.”

“What's she doing?” asks Denise.

Mulcahy coughs. “Probably checking on her armory.” You and Denise glance at her. “... me and her occasionally meet at the range.” You know, you're starting to pick out an accent for Mulcahy, the more she talks the more clearer it becomes, hm.

Iris sits down as well. “So, Elodie. Did you have any ideas for funding, or perhaps you wanted to enjoy some dinner first?”

> “Let's just have some small talk.”
> “I need ideas for funding.”
> “Well, I had an idea or two...” (Do you?)
> Other

>>772484
Pin up calender.

A tasteful one you pervs.

>>772484
>“Let's just have some small talk.”
Social!

>>772484
> “Let's just have some small talk.”
Business can wait, let's just have a nice dinner for now.

>>772484
> “Well, I had an idea or two...”
Its a bit of a long shot. But couldn't we use the three officers image in some way. Like print ads or something? Maybe we're popular?
>Any ideas from your end?

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>>772503

>>772484
> “I need ideas for funding.”

>>772484
>“Let's just have some small talk.”

a comfy dinner first, then to business.

>>772503
>tasteful

Like, you can taste it? Like a scratch and sniff for your tongue?

>>772521
More tasteful than that.

I'm thinking of WW2 era posters of women in the workforce. So Elodie in full uniform at salute, Iris sipping tea against a sunset, that sort of thing.

>>772484
What about helping that girl in the baking/cooking club when we first started this quest?

>>772484
Mentioning the cooking club girl who sucks?

>>772572
>>772654
omg i forgot about her :( 50+ threads later and we promised to visit her cooking club.....WE ARE THE WORST!!

> “Let's just have some small talk.”

“Let's just talk first. We don't have to be all business.” Iris nods at that. “So, this is your clubhouse?”

“Yes.” Iris takes a sip of tea as Mulcahy and Denise wolf down their food. “We had it specially built from an old townhouse. Being a lady is managing one's home, making it clean, keeping it secure. That's why we indulge Violet's somewhat mad tendencies with her firearms.”

“I can hear you from down here you know,” says Violet, angrily but elegantly.

“Sorry, Violet,” says Iris.

“Quite alright,” Violet responds.

Iris continues. “Here in the Etiquette Club, we must do all things as a lady should. And that means...” She looks over at Mulcahy and Denise. “Table manners.” The two stop, then slowly start to brush their cheeks with their napkins and lift their elbows off the table. “I'm sure you know how it is, Elodie.”

You shrug. “My parents never really cared about table manners. We were just lucky to have food most of the time.”

“Ah, right, you come from a relatively impoverished background. I almost forgot, I apologize.” You shake your head, dismissing it. “I will say, I cannot imagine having to be raised in a family structure like that. But I suppose since you came out this way, and since you very rarely if ever speak ill of your parents, things must be nice.” You nod. “Very good.”

Denise looks over at Iris. “So, do you guys have any other hobbies besides being elegant all the time?”

“Well, we do gardening, Violet has her guns. Rose over there actually paints,” says Iris. “She painted me a few times for a competition.” Rose immediately slides over with several canvases, then shows them off. They're all beautiful almost-Renaissance like in their design. “She's won several art competitions with them.” Rose shows off a painting of Iris standing in the sunset, the light shining on her face. “That one is one of my favorites.” Another one. “Very nice that one, we had to wait a day or two for Rose to get her references right.” Rose prepares to pull the curtain on another one but- “Oh, not that one, let's put that one away, Rose.”

Rose blinks. “Are you sure, Iris? I think Elodie would most appreciate my knowledge of your anatom-”

“L- let's not.” Iris has a blush slowly creep up her cheeks. “Not in front of the guests.” She looks at you, obviously intending to break the air. “I'm sorry. Were we speaking about money?”

“We were,” you say.

“Yes, did you have ideas? I will defer to you.”

> “Not really. What ideas did you have?”
> “I have one...” (Which?)
> Other

>>772754
>> “I have one...” (Which?)
"I just remember this baking girl....."

>>772754
>“I have one...” (Which?)
Well if that's not a segue into a pin-up calendar then I don't know what is!

>>772754
>Show the picture.
>Help the Baking club girl!

>>772754
>>772781
>>772787
Both stellar ideas!

>>772754
> “I have one...”
"Well, if LGA is anything to go off of. Griselda, yourself, and I are...popular. Maybe we can do something with our image. Use our likeness for advertising, or some photo ops or something? Local businesses may want to use us for something How bad could it be right?"

>>772754
>Other
>Auction your.....french pose? (jokingly)
>Well we might commission Rose to paint and then sell for someone or from the highest bidder. If Rose permits to do so.
>I'll try making monry with Lang on the race tracks...$10 per one round?

>>772787
> “I have one...” (Which?)
"Actually, maybe Rose could do some prints of various team members, in the style of old propaganda posters and whatnot, we could sell them as posters, make a calender of them, stuff like that."

>>772805
Oops, replied to the wrong post, meant to be >>772754

>>772754
>“I have one...” (Which?)
A calendar. Classy style. Each crew or commander in a place and wardrobe most suited to them.

>>772754
Well I brought up the idea, I'll see it through.

We'll need to rope in all the other crews of course.

> “I have a couple.”

“We could make a calender of pin-ups.” Iris tilts her head. “Tasteful ones. I’m not talking about ones that only the boys will buy from us. Me, you, and Griselda are especially popular. I think if we take the time to get some photos or if Rose wants to make propaganda style paintings of us, we could definitely sell all that for a bit of cash.”

“I see.” Iris leans back in her seat, smiling a little. “I can concur with that. We can enlist some photographers perhaps, maybe pick up some photos of us from matches.”

“And if they want, we can bring the whole crew,” you say. “All the Commanders and crews. There might be a bit missing since it’s ten crews and twelve months. Maybe we can do two bonus ones, one for January, one for December.”

“Perhaps,” says Iris. “Interesting you’d do all that. I figured you’d be the type to simply have a bake sale.”

“Well, a bake sale-“

…

Iris blinks. “Something the matter?” You drop your fork. OH MY GOD.

“Ellie, what’s wrong?” asks Denise.

> “PENNY!”
> RUSH OUT OF THE HOUSE
> “Nothing.”
> Other

>>772816
Wouldn't be surprised if someone sketches over their copy to draw crew members in lewd outfits.

>>772965
>> “Nothing.”

>>772965
> RUSH OUT OF THE HOUSE

>>772965
>"PENNY!"

'Elodie if you're that poor then we can get you a financial advisor or food stamps'

>>772965
> Other
"It's possible I said I'd help someone with something then promptly forgot she existed for over a month. I should probably go sort that out after dinner."

>>772965
>> “Nothing.”

>>772965
> “PENNY!”

>Photos from previous matches
Get Kit on the line. She must have some photos from the festival!

>>772965
>> “PENNY!”

>>772965
This >>772997

And let Iris know of our failure. She is wise. Her wisdom in how to make things right will be valued

>>772997
I will switch to this.

>>772997
>Supporting this one
We did a bad thing.

> Other

“I may have said that I’d help someone with something then promptly forgot she existed for a month,” you explain. “I should go sort that out after dinner.”

Iris stands up. “Nonsense. We should go now, see if we can resolve that.”

“But-“ Iris blinks. “Iris-“

“A lady does not leave someone to hang,” Iris says simply. “We can bring our dinner with us. Camillia!” Camillia pokes her head into the dining room, her cute face sprayed with black grease and oil apparently from working on something mechanical. Doesn’t stop her from politely waving to you three and having a sip of tea as well. “Prepare the car for us, will you?”

“You don’t have to, Iris,” you say. “This is my fault.” It really is. How could you forget about Penny for over a month, especially after you said you’d help her? Oh God! Why!?

“No, no.” Iris shakes her head. “We are going to make things right. I shall help you.” Iris…

Camillia pops her head back. “Did you want the minivan or perhaps we should take the convertible?”

“The minivan, darling,” says Iris. “We’re all going.”

-

-

You all drive up to Penny’s dorm building. Once you’re parked, you quickly rush out and hurry up the steps. You knock on Penny’s door. “Penny, Penny, it’s me, Elodie! Are you in there?!” Oh jeez. Maybe she’s not talking to you because she hates you! No, no, no! Oh God! This is bad, real bad!

Suddenly, the door opens. Opening the door is Penny. “Oh, Ellie!” She smiles a little. “Wow, it’s been a while.

“I’m so sorry, I said I’d come to help, but things got way busy and I-“

Penny shakes her head. “No, no, it’s okay! Honest! You look-“ She tilts her head, confused. “You look like a ghost scared the hell out of you.”

> “LET ME HELP YOU!”
> “WE HAVE TO COOK, PENNY!”
> “WHY ARE YOU NOT MAD!?”
> Other

>>773177
> “LET ME HELP YOU!”
> “WHY ARE YOU NOT MAD!?”

>>773177
> “WE HAVE TO COOK, PENNY!”
Denise, get the acetone. Mulcahy, we need at least a liter of benzene.

>>773177
> “LET ME HELP YOU!”
> “WE HAVE TO COOK, PENNY!”
> “WHY ARE YOU NOT MAD!?”
All of these things, preferably interspersed together to form a single string unintelligible nonsense.

>>773177
> “WE HAVE TO COOK, PENNY!”

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>>773177
>“LET ME HELP YOU!”
> “WHY ARE YOU NOT MAD!?”
cry a little. Its been a rough week

> “FUCK IT, EVERYTHING”

You grab her arms. “YOU HAVE TO LET ME HELP YOU! WE NEED TO COOK! WHY ARE YOU NOT MAD! AAAHH!”

Penny gently pushes you away. “Calm down, calm down! Jesus, Ellie.” She smiles a bit, apparently trying to calm you down. “Look, lemme explain. Come on in.” You step in with her, and see that her dorm has gotten a bit cleaner than you last remembered it seems. “You see, Ellie, I’ve been working hard on getting better. It’s been hard without you, but I realized that I couldn’t exactly wait for you to come back.”

“Still sorry about that,” you say.

“But.” Penny walks into the kitchen and pulls out a pan of what appear to be chocolate chip cookies from the oven. “I managed to finally figure out how to cook cookies!”

“Really?” You take a cookie. She nods at you, allowing you to take a bite. Everyone else takes cookies as well, and start munching on them. You take a bite and… wow, this is really good! “Wow! Penny, this is great!” The flavor is just so rich. Nice! “This is really delicious! You’ve figured out how to cook then!”

Penny stares at you. “… I said I figured out how to cook cookies.”

Oh.

Iris steps up. “Well, if you want, all of us can help you, Penny. And we will help you and your club reach success with the Tankery team as well. Perhaps you may even get new members from it.”

Penny nods, a bit glum now on the reminder that now apparently she can only cook cookies. “Right, right. So what did you want to do, Ellie?”

> “Let’s just stick with selling cookies.”
> “We need to teach you to do more cooking.”
> “Let’s just wait around and bounce ideas.”
> Other

>>773345
> “We need to teach you to do more cooking.”
We can start with selling cookies but we should diversify your offerings, that's the advantage of being Home Ec instead of say Girl Scouts, you can make anything!

>>773345
> “We need to teach you to do more cooking.”

>>773345
>> “We need to teach you to do more cooking.”
EVERYTHING

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>>773345
>“We need to teach you to do more cooking.”

what's something like cookies so its easy for her to learn. build confidence.

>>773345
> “We need to teach you to do more cooking.”
Start with Pies, Tarts and Cakes. Then move on to savory stuff.

>>773453
Not a cook but I have always heard that pastry and baking is harder than the main course. Have I been lied to this whole time?

>>773502
Nope, pastry/baking's tougher than a lot of other kinds of cooking, because it requires you to pay close attention to timing and ingredient mixtures.

>>773502
Me neither, but maybe just making it look good is the hard part?

Else its just a follow these steps recipe.

>>773502

They are harder.

Just with the same kind of ingredients, a change in tempering temperature or change in the style of mixing means you'd get a very different product.

Especially if you want a nice flaky crust. Precision is everything in desserts.

>>773502
Different things. One is a science one is an art. Baking, by being a science, at least gives her an outline for recipies. Then she can branch out. But, its merely a suggestion.

> “We need to teach you to do more cooking.”

“We need to teach you to do more cooking,” you declare. “We can start with stuff similar to this. Pies, tarts, all that stuff. Then we can move onto bigger stuff. Okay?” You look at Iris, who nods, then at Denise and Mulcahy, who both nod in agreement.

Penny nods. “Alright!” She pumps her fist. “We’ll do this thing if it-“ She loses her grip on the pan, and immediately all the cookies go spilling onto the floor. “… we can make those again, don’t worry.”

-

-

Most of dinner time and well towards night time is spent experimenting, learning, and teaching. You realized finally what Penny’s problem was in regards to her cooking: she overthinks the process. This mostly results in her thinking she doesn’t have enough of a particular ingredient, which means she shoves a little bit too much of one thing into her cooking. And this of course ruins the mixture. So you had to basically beat it into Penny that she needs to just get the measurement right first, then forget about it once she cooks it.

Finally however, you have an apple pie. It doesn’t taste bad, but it’s not that great either. It’s a step in the right direction for sure. Now though, Penny was fast asleep on the couch, covered in cream and a bit of crust while Denise and Mulcahy clean the plates. There were lots of attempts.

“She’s sleeping quite soundly,” says Iris as she hands you a cup of tea. You take a sip. Ah, sweetness. “Still, the pie isn’t so bad. I think she’ll be quite good with a bit more practice.”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t very fast I guess,” you say. “She tries hard though, that’s what matters.”

Iris nods. “Anyway, it is getting late. We should be getting home.”

> “Alright, let’s head out then.”
> “Hold on, let’s wake Penny and make sure she’s got the lesson straight.”
> Other

>>773583
>> “Alright, let’s head out then.”
>> Other
Dont wake penny but write a note saying we left for the night and we'll see her again soon.

>hol' up, breaking immersion

would anyone be interested in a 4chan tankery league, either on /qst/ or another board? I'd explain more later, but just looking for interest on a few boards rn.

>>773598
I'd be interested, explain.

>>773583
> “Alright, let’s head out then.”
Ask Iris where she comes from, I don't think we know anything about her family or stuff like that. Do they watch her Tankery matches?

>>773598
I'd need to know more about what exactly that would entail to be interested.

>>773583
Supporting >>773591

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>>773583
This anon >>773591 is wise. I add my support

>>773598
I require further information

>>773598
Rather insubstantial information.

Always wanted to run a quest on GuP mixed some other elements but never had time. Should I get serious?

>>773649
You should go for it anon.

We need more Garupan Quests, I feel like the only QM who actually finishes them.

>>773610
>>773613
So I'm hopping across some boards right now and looking for people, but what I envision is a "League" with mostly human-run teams, who develop their own compositions, tactics and so and run it against other teams, similar to running against an RNG generator with moderate user buffs/debuffs, to mitigate time required for each player, unless they want it to be in-depth and actively participate.

RPG'ing within teams or the league would be encouraged, and something that can build individual characters' skills while giving some depth and evolution to everything happening.

Initially it would take a little while to set up, due to having to write out tanks, characters, academies and so, but after that it would be simply "here's a map you'll be facing X on, give me what you'd do" and run it as a game, then tell everyone the results and keep on moving.

If we want to get in-depth we can RP sponsorships, news and so, giving more depth.

Anyways that's a rough idea, open to more additions and modifications. I have a decent idea of the mechanics.

>>773654
You set a high standard Schteel.

I still need to do more research. I have the basic ideas but I need more.

>>773656
Oh my. Very ambitious.

>>773656
Sounds interesting, but you're gonna have to put a lot of work into it if you want it to last.

Particularly, the mechanics are going to have to be rock solid otherwise player bitching would tank the endeavour, especially if there's PvP. The problem with consistent, representative mechanics though is they risk getting very complicated and bogging down play.

Regardless, you have my interest but again, I think I'd need to be able to see the mechanics and whatnot laid out explicitly to get a better idea of what critique would be useful.

>>773678
Eh, I like these things. I sink tons of hours into making my own RPG datasheets and so.

While it would take a few hours out of my time each night, shouldn't be too hard beyond setting up the base.

>>773688
Everything would be explicit, from crew effects to penetration, based on real-world values, where possible. There would be a set procedure for everything and we can run a few games where each individual rolls their own tank so people can get a feel.

Again, concepts and things you'd like to see are welcome.

And see >>773694 for my willingness to do this. By tons I mean something like at least 75+ on the last thing I did a month ago.

>>773583
> “Alright, let’s head out then.”
But leave a note saying that we will be back.

>>773649
Do it, more GuP's never bad, what do you need more info/research on? I might be able to point you in the right direction.

> “Alright, let’s head out then.”

You decide to leave a note for Penny to read saying that you left for the night, but this time you'll actually be back for her later to teach her more about cooking and perhaps figure out a way to profit from it.

So now you were all in the minivan for now, driving back to the Tank Hangar. In the seat next to you was Iris, who was busy a bit reading. “What are you reading?”

“Moneyball,” she says. What? “Ingrid loaned it to me. It's quite interesting. A very concise look at the way one has to make due with scarce resources and how far they can get with it. Very interesting.”

“You read books like that?” you ask.

“Not a lot, but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt I suppose,” she says. “It's holding my attention so far. I imagine my parents would be more interested perhaps.”

“Your parents baseball fans?” you ask.

“No, my parents aren't exactly the most uh... civilized people,” she says very softly. “But, they've raised me well, and I believe I am making them proud with Tankery. Unfortunately due to their work they can't attend my matches but they always give me well-wishes before the match.” You imagine asking about her parents is a bit of a sensitive topic, so you drop it for now. “You know, I was talking with Winona today actually.”

“Oh? What'd she tell you?” you ask. You all look back to see the girls napping in the back. Okay, you're clear.

“She told me you feel slightly ashamed for the possibility of ruining your mother's dream of going pro,” says Iris. Oh. Damn it, Winona. Loose lips sink ships damn it! “Why do you feel that?”

You shrug. “I dunno, maybe it's the teenage pregnancy or the stunning poverty, you know?”

“Well, they raised you well, didn't they?” says Iris. “Many would consider themselves lucky to have a daughter like you, and many more would consider themselves lucky to have parents like them.” Well, yeah, you suppose. “My parents always taught me that you must appreciate what you have, and learn to appreciate life as it is. Dreams, you follow them, yes. But you can't catch them. What do you catch instead are much better than dreams.”

“Like what?” you ask.

“That's a good question,” says Iris. “They never answered me when I said that.”

You sigh.

The minivan pulls up in front of the hangar. And you disembark. “I'm going to drive Denise and Mulcahy home,” says Iris. “Though, Ellie. My advice? Perhaps you should talk to your mother about it, okay?”

> “Okay. I will.”
> “We'll see.”
> “I think I can leave it.”
> Other

>>773792
>“Okay. I will.”

>>773792
> “Okay. I will.”
I believe in you Elle!

>>773792
>> “Okay. I will.”

>>773792
> “Okay. I will.”
Is Iris older than us, not sure if it was ever mentioned as to whether she was a freshman, sophomore or what.

>>773815
She's a Sophomore in the same class as Griselda.

>>773791
White collar crime. Organized crime. Crime. Or other illegal activities.

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>>773828
>GuP
>Organized crime

MFW

Well I'll leave the thread for tonight, I'll post using this tripcode in the future. I'll be lurking if anyone has anything they want to say before the first thread.

>>773841
Lots of places to smuggle things in tanks.

Imagine the crack you could stuff in a tank and not be found.

>>773828
Ah, that's a bit outside my areas of expertise.

>>773848
When are you planning to start the league?

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>>773854
>GuP
>Cute girls smuggling crack in tanks

MFW

>>773881
You could probably smuggle like 20 Albanians in a Tetrarch. Just requires some elbow grease.

>>773678

Go for it my man. I was the anon talking about doing one yesterday.

And yes, absolutely Schteel sets a VERY high bar to meet.

>>773656

I'd be keen

>>773792
> “Okay. I will.”

Guess I should kick it up a notch.

The new Mangas and movie have not helped the planning process.

> “Okay. I will.”

“Okay. I will, Iris.”

She smiles at you. “Remember, Elodie. A lady must always take life as it is and appreciate what she has, so she can learn to get what she wants.” She shuts the door. “Good luck!” With that, the van leaves you in the streetlight, right in front of the hangar.

You sigh. Iris is right, you need to talk to your mom about this. The longer you wait, the more it'll eat at you. And if it eats at you, it'll...

Ah!

You pull out your cellphone. Here you go. You can do this. You flip through your contacts, then pick out Mom from it. Okay. Here you go. You can do this, you can do this. You're the girl, you can confront your mom on this! You can tell her that you didn't ruin her life. Right, right, just press the button. Do it, do it. Just do it. Do it! Do it!

…

WHY AREN'T YOU DOING IT!?

Ah! Fuck. Are you really that scared of your Mom? What would your Mom say?

Actually, your Mom has been dodging this question for quite a while.

You take a deep breath, then shove your phone back into your skirt. Fuck! You kick the street a bit.

You'll wait until you're face to face with Mom.

>>773864
After the 4CC, and after I make sure everything works. Probably 1 test game as well.

>>773959
Damn it Ellie!

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>>773959
That's it for this weekend. Slow week for me, but we'll have to see if we can pick up the pace for next time. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.

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See you next time.

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>>773892
>GuP
>Cute girls trafficking humans in tanks

>not enough capslock for MFW

>>773991
Thanks for running Schteel.

>>773991
thanks for running schteel

>>773998
Considering the ideas I have already, you'd have an aneurysm anon.

>>773991
Thanks for the fun, boss.

Was it a busy work week for you, or just quiet.

Or did I miss quest threads again?

>>773991
Night Boss, thanks for running!

>>774008
Slightly busy work week and I had allergies.

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>>774006
This is the opposite of helping!

>gif sums up my reaction from ">>773649
I got a GuP quest idea" to ">>774006
I got me some ideas"

>>774036
Well I have been ruminating on this quest for some time now. I would post more on all manner of 'dear god why' but that would just give away the game. I do intend to have little things like adding .5 secs to each phone call and siphoning funds or similar.

>>773991
Good thread GS. Look forward to bonding, calanders, art, archival photography and Ellie trying to summon her courage.

Who will be best tank team photo? I have money on NAVAL STUDIES RESCUE, followed by the Poles and Jr. Historians. Also see if we can get that Gagetown photo circulating.

>>774015
>allergies

you have all of my sympathy.

>>774083
Should we contact LGA's Equestrian club?

>>774121
Didn't think we had one. Thought Swamp Fox taught us everything.

>>774127
Well how else will we get the Poles in a full winged Hussar charge?

>>773991
Thanks for running.