>>2395724
I wanna play as the tank this session.

>>2395724
> Stay and nurse Winona back to health.
Concerning

>>2395728
You are a Tiger I. Some cute girls inside of you are trying desperately to keep from getting defeated by a trio of Shermans approaching from the front.

What do you do?

> Have an engine breakdown.
> Have a tread snap apart from poor materials used in building it.
> Have the crew surrender as they realize they're in a Tiger I and thus have no chance.

>>2395744
>Have a tread snap apart
We are a mobile bunker that can still rotate, just don't let them get behind us.

> Stay and nurse Winona back to health.

You sigh. You call in to Captain Spruance’s phone. “Captain Spruance here. Go ahead.”

“Captain. It’s Commander Zumwalt. I can’t make it into work today. My roommate is sick so I need to take care of her.”

“Really? Weren’t you using the Officer’s Dorm?”

“Er. No, Captain.”

“Huh. I would’ve figured considering you had a boyfriend and everything. Get some privacy or something.” WHY IS EVERYONE- Ugh! “Nevermind that. I’ll be sure to let everyone know. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you.” You hang up for now. Alright. Consdiering you’re not coughing or anything, it’s definitely not contagious. You scratch your chin, thinking.

Where to start?

> You don’t keep medicine in the dorm. Best to go get that first.
> Nothing a healthy breakfast can’t solve.
> Call Denise. She can bring medicine and anything else you might need.
> Other

>>2395819
> You don’t keep medicine in the dorm. Best to go get that first.

>>2395819
Does the ship have any noodle soup cans in reserve?

>>2395828
You have noodle soup, ravioli, tomato soup, shrimp, canned bread, fried chicken, etc.

Though in times of emergencies (or when girls feel like taking a dare), there's MREs in breakfast, lunch, and dinner courses.

>>2395851
So how are we faring against the Shermans?

>>2395920
Poorly. It seems the Shermans have realized you've popped a tread and decided to just go around you however instead of engaging. The flag tank you were defending is now exposed.

Do you...

> Call it quits?
> Blame your Commander for thinking one Tiger I could beat three Shermans?
> Call in air support from your boyfriend?

>>2395940
> Call in air support from your boyfriend?
He said his great grandpa was Something Rudel, right?

>>2395940
Oh wait, our boyfriend is some sort of plane. Is it a jet bomber?

>>2395993
>>2395956
He flies a Fw 200 Condor. It's very cozy inside.

>>2396026
Are we pregnant with Goliath Mine?

>>2396029
Ew, lewd. No.

>>2395819
> You don’t keep medicine in the dorm. Best to go get that first.

> You don’t keep medicine in the dorm. Best to go get that first.

“Winona. I’m going to go get medicine for you, okay? I’ll be right back.” Winona groans, holding her hand up weakly as if waving. Alright, that’s your cue to go. You grab your coat and head on out. “Call me if you need something.”

…

…

Denise looks back at you, surprised. “She’s sick?” She frowns a little. “I’m so sorry. Don’t worry though!” She pulls her goggles on, grinning. “We’ll get to the pharmacy double quick!”

“We’ll get to the pharmacy within the speed limit,” you say very loudly. Denise pouts, then goes back to focusing on the road. You have to admit, it’ll be nice to take a day off, even if it means having to take care of Winona to do it. You lean back on the back of the Kettenkrad, sighing deeply. Seems like it’s getting a little chillier these days. Fall’s already fast approaching now.

You receive a text. You look at it. It’s Jeep Jockey! Right, quietly now.

> JJ: Getting our first practice match in today. It’s a five-on-five elimination.
> EZ: Cool. Make ace in a day.
> JJ: I told you, ace in a day’s gonna be hard.
> EZ: Make ace in a day.
> JJ: Please.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2396072
>Polite
>EZ: Make ace in a day, please.

>>2396072
> Polite
Do your best JJ.

Are his initials actually JJ or did he just give up?

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>>2396072
> Polite
You believe in the sweet boi that has the strength to lift entire Zumwalts without strain

> Polite

> EZ: Make ace in a day, please.
> JJ: I’ll try. If I do, I get a reward right?
> EZ: Anything you want.
> JJ: Anything?
> EZ: Anything.
> JJ: brb making ace in a day

You roll your eyes. Of course it’s not going to be just anything. Definitely not anything lewd. You’ve told him that before. And besides, if you’re honest, you’re not confident in him making ace in a day anyway. Getting close would be commendable though.

You arrive at the Pharmacy. Denise looks back. “I’ll go get the medicine for you, Ellie.”

“Are you sure?” you ask.

Denise gives you the A-OK gesture. “Positive! It’s just cold medicine. Any student can get that.” She leaps off the Kettenkrad. “You just sit there and look pretty!” Well, you were going to do it, but if Denise is so insistent then fine you’ll stay out here. She enters in.

…

Well. Now you have nothing to do.

> Go in there with her.
> Call someone. A bit of light chatting to pass the time. (Who?)
> Take a short walk around. Don’t stray too far.
> Other

>>2396215
> Take a short walk around. Don’t stray too far.
In b4 Denise pages for us like we are a lost child.

>>2396215
>> Take a short walk around. Don’t stray too far.

>>2396215
>Take a short walk around. Don’t stray too far.

> Take a short walk around. Don’t stray too far.

You start to take a walk around to stretch the legs. Denise won’t be too long. Across from the pharmacy is a gas station. Next to the pharmacy is a coffee shop. Maybe you’ll grab some coffee. Hm. Nah, you’re too awake for coffee. You start stepping around, your head swiveling around to look at anything even remotely interesting.

It’s not too often you get dead time like this. Usually you’re trying to work or trying to fix someone’s problems. Being relied on has been so much of your personality that now that you have nothing to do with yourself, it’s hard to find something to do. You need to get another hobby or something. You obviously can’t just dance out in the open. That’d draw way too much attention. You’re about to step around back to the Kettenkrad when you see Serina roll up on a motorcycle. “Ellie!” She looks to you, smiling.

“Serina.” You smile back at her, greeting her. Wait. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“I should be, but I’m working as a TA for now.” A Teacher’s Assistant? Her!? Serina smirks. “You look like you don’t believe that.”

“It’s just-…” You frown a little. “I’m sorry, you’re kind of a delinquent.”

Serina shrugs. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I can’t turn the other cheek every once in a while. I was just heading over to a teacher’s house to drop off a few stacks of paperwork she needs to do. Then I gotta sit-in on an FLE class.” You shudder. FLE. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for Denise. She and I are picking up medicine for Winona.”

“Oh, your girlfriend,” says Serina. You glare a little at her. “What? She strikes me as that type.” She shakes her head. “Tsk, tsk, Ellie. I didn’t know you were so perverted that you’d cheat on poor Jock with a girl of all things.”

“Please.” You fold your arms.

Serina snorts. “Seriously though, Ellie. Miss McPherson recommended I become a TA a few weeks back. She figured you’d have approved of it.” She shrugs, smiling at you.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2396479
> Polite
Its really good to see her taking steps forward. Hope she isn't too swamped.

>>2396479
>Polite

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>>2396479
>> Polite

>>2396479
>> Polite

> Polite

“She figured right. It’s nice to see you turn a new leaf, Serina.” You smile, nodding to her. “Hope you aren’t too swamped.”

Serina shrugs. “Eh. Nothing we can’t handle. I find that after doing Tankery, almost everything seems kind of easy in comparison.” She snickers a little. “Hehe, well I gotta get going. I’ll see you at practice?” You nod. With that, Serina kicks her bike into gear again. She drives on off.

And just in time. Denise comes back out of the pharmacy with the cold medicine. “I got it, let’s get going!” You hop back onto the kettenkrad. Right then, back to the dorm you go!

…

…

You pour some of the medicine into a spoon as Winona suckles on her thermometer. Hundred and ten degree fever. Must be hell. Denise is working on a chicken noodle soup in the meantime while you stand by the bunk. “Okay, Winona. Here’s your medicine.” Winona groans, her eyes shut, her face red, and an expression of ‘fuck that’ on her face. You hold it out to her.

She leans back. You hold it out further to her. She dodges again. “Come on, Winona,” you say. “It’s medicine, it’s gonna make you better.” She squeals incessantly, her lip quivering like a child.

… What did your Mom do to make you drink your medicine?

You poke Winona in the hip. She giggles a little, opening her mouth briefly. You smush the spoon in, silencing her. She swallows, shuddering from the taste. There you go. You hold out a bottle of water to her, and she quickly takes that to drink.

Winona murmurs, “I hate being sick.”

Denise says, “Soup’s ready!” She comes in, holding a piping hot bowl of chicken noodle soup. Winona holds her hand out for it.

“Ellie. Feed me,” Winona groans. What? “Feed meeeeeee.”

> Feed her. She’s sick anyway.
> “Denise. Feed her.”
> “If you can speak, you can eat.”
> Other

>>2396694
>> Feed her. She’s sick anyway.

>>2396694
>“If you can speak, you can eat.”

>>2396694
> Feed her. She’s sick anyway
Fine...

>>2396694
>> “If you can speak, you can eat.”

> Feed her. She’s sick anyway.

You sigh. You take the bowl from Denise. “Thanks.” You take the spoon and dredge up some noodles, then hold it out to Winona. “Say aaah.” Winona opens her mouth wide, then you shove the noodles in. She munches down slowly, apparently deflating a little from how good the soup is. You take up more noodles. Your phone rings. “Denise, could you get that?”

Denise says, “I don’t normally answer other people’s phones but okay!” She takes it out of your skirt pocket and says, “Denise here! Elodie’s personal assistant and super best friend, how can I help?” You can see why she doesn’t normally answer other people’s phones. “Oh.” She holds it up to your ear. “It’s Griselda.” Oh shit.

“Ellie, it’s Gris,” says Gris.

“Oh, hey Griselda. S- Sorry about Denise there.” You hold the spoon back, making Winona out of the bunk to get it. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing you should be concerned about,” Griselda says. You know perfectly well what she’s doing there but you won’t comment. “I just wanted to check in on things. Nobody’s crashed my tank, right?” Er.

Winona moans, keeping her mouth open. “Ellie! Put it in my mouth! I want it! I want it! More!” she moans. “Aaaahhh!”

…

“Ellie, what the fuck is going on over there?”

> “I’m feeding Winona! It’s not what you think!”
> Hang up.
> “So what’s going on on your end, Griselda?”
> Other

>>2397026
>> Other
"Winona is sick. Also an idiot. I'm just taking the day to look after her."

>>2397026
>> “I’m feeding Winona! It’s not what you think!”

>>2397026
Rolling with >>2397037

> Other

“Winona is sick. And she’s being an idiot.” You tap her forehead with the spoon, making her flinch back. “I’m just taking the day off to take care of her.”

“Oooh, I thought you were- Okay, I see.” You roll your eyes. “Anyway. Is everything good?”

“Yeah. Some things happened but I’ll brief you on that once you come back. We were just going to have practice today too. I think I even identified a new crew who may come out for us.”

“Splendid. We need all the help we can get. Anyway. I got things to do today, Ellie. I’ll leave you at that.”

“Alright, Griselda. Do we know when the postseason starts?”

“Weekend after next weekend,” says Griselda. “So if I were you, I’d get whatever you need to do done. Wild card isn’t ours. They’re waiting to announce who we’re seeded against.” Right, right. “We’ll actually have an extra day of rest but once the postseason starts, it’ll be single elimination all week.”

“I hear you. Alright, don’t let me keep you.”

“See ya.”

With that, Griselda hangs up. You shove the noodle soup into Winona’s mouth again, silencing her once more. “Mmmm. Good soup.” She looks at you, squinting through puffy eyes. “What?”

“Don’t embarrass me like that again,” you say.

“Like what again?” she groans. She holds her arms out to you. “Forget it. Let me hug you.”

“You’re sick.”

“No, I’m Winona.” Oh my FUCKING GOD.

> Stay at the dorms and keep watch over Winona.
> Head to the Tank Hangar and set up for today’s practice.
> Other

>>2397256
>> Head to the Tank Hangar and set up for today’s practice.
Delegate to Denise

>>2397256
>> Head to the Tank Hangar and set up for today’s practice.

>>2397256
>Head to the Tank Hangar and set up for today’s

>>2397256
>> Stay at the dorms and keep watch over Winona.

> Head to the Tank Hangar and set up for today’s practice.

“Denise. Watch over Winona for today for me.” Denise nods.

“Aw, you’re just gonna leave me here?” asks Winona.

You grab your coat again. “I got things to do at the Hangar. I gotta get things ready for today’s practice.” You’re not looking forward to it all things considered. For one thing, it might end up like another clusterfuck like Tuesday. “Listen, Winona. If you’re not feeling well by the time practice starts, don’t bother. I want you to rest.” Winona groans, not really liking that answer. “I’m not going to argue this with you. Your health comes first.”

Winona yawns a little. “Oookay.” She waves limply at you. “Bye bye then.” You wave back as you step out of the dorm.

…

…

You met with Iris in Griselda’s office to get a rundown on things. Besides the parts that needed to be replaced when Griselda’s tank was crushed up, you had to also settle out the payroll for the Hall Monitor mechanics as well, as well the weekly fuel and practice ammo costs too. It’s a miracle Griselda keeps this place running honestly. You have to give her props, she hasn’t cut corners with the little amount of money she’s been getting from the sponsorships and everywhere else.

Iris takes a sip of tea. “You seem concerned, Elodie.” You blink, looking to her. “Is something the matter?” She sits across from you at the desk, a clipboard of papers in her other hand.

“No, no. We’re all good,” you say. “It’s nothing.” You receive another text. Eh? You take it out.

> JJ: got ace in a day

… eh?

He sends you another text. It’s a selfie of him, smiling brightly as he holds an official marker from a Skycraft judge, with kills of all five opposing planes credited to him (though with the match being a practice one, the kills are not official.)

You blink. Iris looks to you. “Elodie. You’ve gone stiff. Is something the matter?”

> EZ: cool
> EZ: alright, what do you want, nothing lewd
> EZ: you know I was talking about ace in a day officially right
> Other

>>2397483
> EZ: cool
> EZ: alright, what do you want, nothing lewd

>>2397483
>EZ: alright, what do you want, nothing lewd

>>2397483
> Other
> EZ: You really wanted that reward, huh?
Don't be a sore loser

>>2397518
Changing it to:
> EZ: You really wanted that reward, huh?

>>2397483
>> EZ: you know I was talking about ace in a day officially right

>>2397483
>EZ: I'll let you touch whereever, but OVER THE CLOTHES

> Other

> EZ: You really wanted that reward, huh?
> JJ: oh it was nothing
> EZ: Be honest.
> JJ: I feel like I’m going to die, too many high G maneuvers. Blacked out a few times.
> EZ: Are you okay?
> JJ: I’m good.
> EZ: Okay. What do you want?
> JJ: A picture of you.

You immediately press your face into your hands. Don’t let Iris see your blushing. Ah, it feels less like the blood is rushing to your face and more like the blood just exploded there! Oh, why!? Does it need to be something risqué? Please say no! Iris looks up from her clipboard, confused at that.

> EZ: What do you mean a picture?
> JJ: A picture of you.
> EZ: I can’t just give you a sexy pic of me.
> JJ: I don’t need one. I just need a picture of you to stick on my dashboard. I never got one.

… oh.

Iris tilts her head, then shrugs. “Eh. A lady never pries into another lady’s affairs.”

> Just give him a quick selfie and that will be that.
> “Iris. I need to look good. Take pictures of me.”
> EZ: Are you sure you don’t want a sexy picture or something?
> Other

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>>2397483
>>2397541
>>2397546
This

>>2397693
>> EZ: Are you sure you don’t want a sexy picture or something?

>>2397693
>> “Iris. I need to look good. Take pictures of me.”
She does those paintings, so she's got an artistic eye!

>>2397693
>> “Iris. I need to look good. Take pictures of me.”

>>2397693
> “Iris. I need to look good. Take pictures of me.”

> “Iris. I need to look good. Take pictures of me.”

> EZ: Hold on.

You hold out your phone to Iris. “Here, Iris. I need to look good. Take pictures of me.” Iris wordlessly places her cup of tea on the desk, then takes the phone. She sets it to camera mode, then rolls her chair around to get a better angle of you.

Iris says, “Okay, just lean on the table like you were doing work then look at me.” You forward, hand on a pen, legs crossed as you look over at her. “And smile.” You smile. She takes a picture then reviews it. “Hm.” She looks at you. “This is for Jeep Jockey, yes?”

“Erm. Maybe,” you say.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to unbutton your blouse then.” Eh? “Joking.” She stands up then motions you to stand up. “Come on.” She leans back on the desk, her legs coming together. “Lean back on the desk like this?” You mimic it. “Right, take off the jacket.” You take the jacket off then place it on the chair, now down to your blouse. “And roll up your sleeves a little then…” Iris places the phone down then gently hikes your skirt up a little. Well, excuse you. “Okay.”

“Iris, this isn’t meant to be lewd.”

“I know. I’m just making it a little more ladylike,” says Iris. By hiking your skirt up? Well, it’s only a few inches you guess but… “Right. Hands on the desk, cute smile and…” She motions to your hat. “Hat off.” You place the hat on the desk. “One foot resting on the desk please?” You bend the knee, placing the bottom of your foot against the wall of the desk. “Perfect.” She snaps the picture.

Just as Claudia St. Simon bursts into the office. “The Worker’s Society requests to join the Tankery Club!”

…

Claudia stares at you two, then says, “Oh. Were we taking pictures?” She grins. “I’ve always wanted to be a model!” She hurries over then lies atop the desk, lifting her skirt up a little to expose her thigh. “Get my good side.”

…

Iris takes another picture.

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>>2397896
Thanks for running Schteel. I wonder how lewd Iris is to her crew with that being more ladylike excuse.

>>2397896
Good stuff tonight boss

“Oh, you were just taking pictures for your boyfriend!”

You wave it off, sitting at Griselda’s desk with Iris behind you. “Yeahyeahyeah enough of that. Look. So you want to join the Tankery team, yeah?” Claudia nods, smiling. “I’m guessing your… Worker’s Society is joining too.” Claudia nods again. “Okay. Do you know anything about tanks?”

Claudia says, “Aside from that time you let us drive around on them, uuuhhhh.” Claudia rubs her chin, thinking. She snaps her finger. “I know the German ones are the best ones!” Well. You look to Iris. Iris shrugs, taking a sip of tea. Oh, not getting involved then, huh? “And the second best ones are the Russian tanks, right?”

“That’s not exactly correct. It’s more up to the individual model of tank and to the experience of the crew that uses them,” you explain. Claudia nods, apparently understanding. Okay, good. “Now. What else do you know about the team?”

“I know you’re about to enter the postseason,” says Claudia. “You guys did really good in the tournament!” Okay, that’s good. She’s well-informed. “I also know those Chinese girls are schwacking the competition.” You rub your fingers against your nose, sighing. “What? They are.” She leans in. “Besides, this isn’t just about me.”

“What do you mean it’s not just about you?” you ask.

Claudia says, “See, I believe that in order for the Worker’s Society to succeed, we must be strong and disciplined girls. Tankery provides that so I’m told. If we can succeed at Tankery, we can succeed at anything we can put our minds to so that we can further the cause of the collective will of the Naval Studies student body!” She thumps her foot, stiffening her posture proudly.

…

Iris says, “Well, a lady will not comment on someone’s political views but I believe we should give you a chance. Shouldn’t we, Elodie?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2399641
> Polite
More hands as we head into the playoffs is never a bad thing.

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>>2399641
>> Polite
It couldn't be too much harm, as long as they can avoid giving their positions away unnecessarily during a maneuver, its all elimination so its not like they could get picked as a flag tank.

>>2399641
>Neutral

>>2399641
>Neutral
"Whatever."

> Polite

“Yes. We’re receptive to anyone who’s willing to join and prove themselves. We won’t discriminate.” Claudia grins happily. “But we do ask for a certain bit of competence as well though. These battles in the postseason are worth a lot more than just simple personal pride. I hope you understand that.”

Claudia nods. “Of course!” She stands up and salutes. “I’m ready to serve! What tanks do we have available?”

“We have the SU-100 and the Panther D,” says Iris. “I believe I can show you to them. Both tanks have been sitting without crews for quite a while in fact.” Claudia nods happily. “Elodie, would you like to join us? Perhaps we can give Claudia a tutorial run before practice starts.”

Well…

> “No thanks. I need to quickly finish things up with Jock here.”
> “Sure, why not?”
> Other

>>2399771
>“No thanks. I need to quickly finish things up with Jock here.”

>>2399771
> “Sure, why not?”
Anticipation for Jock will make him appreciate it more.

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>> “Sure, why not?”
Let him know it's in progress, maybe we can work with Iris on it more later in the day.

> “Sure, why not?”

You nod, standing up. “Alright. Why not? Let’s take you around to the pros and cons of both tanks.”

…

…

You let Claudia ride on the commander’s hatch of the Panther while you take the loader’s side. Iris drives the tank around for you on the training ground. “The Panther V Ausf. D is a high-tier medium tank with the capacity to engage all forms of targets at nearly any range. The long barreled 75mm can defeat thick armor at medium to long ranges, and the sloped armor can deflect shells from most mid-level tanks like the early Sherman and T-34 models along with being completely proof against light tanks. It has thin side armor, but thin side armor is moot if you’re supported by other tanks and if you know to keep the front pointed at the enemy and sloped properly horizontally to maximize deflection.” Claudia nods, holding onto the cupola for dear life as Iris goes over a bump. “And it’s decently maneuverable as well in close quarters and on rough terrain.”

“Awesome!” Claudia grins. The engine coughs and sputters before suddenly roaring back to life. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” you say.

“The engine just-“

“Yeah, it does that. Early Panthers weren’t great. But this runs fine,” you say.

…

…

You and Claudia lie down on top of the SU-100 as it slowly rotates around on the field, the long gun aiming to point itself at a new target. “The SU-100 is a dedicated casemate tank destroyer with a long 100mm cannon that can defeat all but the heaviest tanks at long ranges. It’s armor isn’t like the Panther’s, but armor doesn’t count when the intended use for the SU-100 is long range or ambush. When you use the SU-100, be mindful as since you have no turret, you can’t traverse the barrel to avoid obstacles in your path or when going down or up hills. But regardless, the SU-100 is a solid choice if you want to stay in the back and snipe without worry of being caught up in close combat.”

Claudia grins, looking around. “Wow!”

You say, “So, you know which one you’re taking?”

“No!” You blink. Claudia says, “They’re both really cool and I’m pretty inexperienced so… I was hoping you’d choose for me.” She shrugs, frowning. “Sorry.”

> “Take the Panther.”
> “Take the SU-100.”
> “It’s your choice.”
> Other

>>2399925
> “Take the Panther.”
My initial thought, being that because of their own inexperience, even if most tankers are going to be having inexperience issues, the fact that they are a medium tank means they're with us, which means they are with us, and a fair number of experienced crews, so it's certainly not a bad pick for someone like them, that and their...unique energy means that they may not be as suited for sneaky sniping.

>>2399925
>> “Take the SU-100.”
The Worker's Society seems a little too gung ho to take the panther.

>>2399925
>> “Take the Panther.”

> “Take the Panther.”

“Take the Panther for now,” you say. “You can stick with the other medium groups or with me on the field. From there, we can do our best to keep you alive.” Claudia nods. With that, she stands up, grinning at the thought of joining the team it seems. You check the time. Oh, it’s almost time for practice. “Alright, Iris, take us back.”

…

…

The crews coming flooding into the Hangar. All of them look positively exhausted and worn out. Considering it’s a school day, you’re not surprised. Jane folds her arms. “I hate math. I wish the teacher would just let us play music while we do our tests.”

“They used to allow that,” says Regina. “Then some idiot ran answers through his iPod and they haven’t allowed it since.”

“People always ruin it for other people.” Dutch folds her arms, huffing. “I hate people.” Regina and Jane look at her, a little confused.

With that, your crew arrives too. Ingrid says, “We heard Winona’s sick. Is she still back at the dorms?” You nod. Apparently so, judging by her absence.

Josephine frowns. “Poor Winona. Shall we visit her after practice ends?” Ingrid nods at that.

“Colds, fevers, God’s way of fucking with us.” Stack huffs, angrily. “So what are we doing today?”

> Lecture hall
> Tank training
> Exercising
> Other

>>2400108
>through his iPod
>his
Sounds like LGA was a little more scandalous than we thought.

>>2400116
Perish the thought, LGA would never allow boys to take classes.

That was the actual explanation given to me when I was taking SOLs and they had to explain why we couldn't listen to music during it.

>>2400108
>Exercising

>>2400108
> Tank training

> Exercising

…

…

The first thing you ought to do before getting the Worker’s Society in a tank is to get them exercising. So for today, it’ll just be a gym day. Everyone changes out into PT gear. After a few warm up laps around the training grounds, all of you settle down for free exercises. The loaders run their loading drills at their stations, practicing loading the standard 75mm shell at a practice breech. Stack oversees them. “Come on, girls! I’ve seen boys fist grannies better than that!” Little on the nose there.

Ingrid and Josephine meanwhile do sit ups. Josephina rests her knees on Ingrid’s toes to keep her feet from moving as she does her situps. “You’re doing much better than when you started, Ingrid!” says Josephina.

“Thanks!” Ingrid is sweating bullets in the meantime. Next to them, you simply run your stretches, trying to touch your toes as you sit on the ground. Ingrid looks over at you. “Say, Ellie.” You look over. “I hear Gris is still out. Any reason why?”

“Eh?” You blink. Oh boy.

Athena steps up, towel over her shoulders. “She’s just eating steak with the Commish.” Oh thank God. Ingrid shrugs. Athena sits down next to you all. “But did you guys hear the rumors though? The Commissioner is thinking of extending the deadline.”

“For what?” you ask.

“The cutoff date,” Athena says, “They might go from 45 all the way to 57.”

> “Bullshit, that’d never be balanced.”
> “Really? Cool!”
> “Where’d you hear that?”
> Other

>2400339
>“Where’d you hear that?”

We demand proof!

>>2400339
> “Where’d you hear that?”
Nani?

>>2400339
>“Bullshit, that’d never be balanced.”
Rich schools like ZES can already buy their way to dominant status with the current limit.

>>2400339
>> “Where’d you hear that?”

> “Where’d you hear that?”

“Where’d you hear that?” you ask. Josephina and Ingrid look curious as well.

Athena says, “It’s hearsay on the Tankery websites. The Commissioner’s been considering it for like a year now. She wants NATO to stand out from the ITL and everything you know.”

“Just because it’s rumors doesn’t make it true,” Ingrid says. “Besides. Can you imagine Cold War tanks going up against World War II ones? Our Comet would get pasted by T-54s. Everyone would have T-54s, they built like…”

“They built anywhere from 80 to 100,000,” you say.

“Yeah!” Ingrid lies back on the mat, looking to you two. “Imagine what Zhou Enlai would be like if they had those tanks. They’d be completely unstoppable.”

“I hear Kursk bought a few T-54 prototypes too,” says Athena. “From Kit Blumenthal’s twitter.”

“Ah, she never uses that thing anymore,” you say. “It’s probably old news or stuff for a trade deal or something.”

Athena says, “Even so. Fact is, could we even go up against that stuff? I mean, we’ve been going up against tanks of our own caliber all the time. These guys are basically like the Reapers.” You stare at Athena. “You know. Reapers. Like from Mass Effect? Ever play that?” You may have heard of it. Ingrid and Josephina though don’t look particularly enlightened. “Okay, not Reapers then uh… like I dunno.” She shrugs. “A chicken versus a hawk.”

Ingrid rolls her eyes. “We’d probably get demolished.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2400339
>> “Bullshit, that’d never be balanced.”

>>2400522
> Polite

>>2400339
>> “Bullshit, that’d never be balanced.”

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>>2400522
>> Neutral

>>2400522
>“Bullshit, that’d never be balanced.”

It better be bullshit.

>>2400522
>Neutral

>>2400522
>> Neutral
They should pick '59 if they want to ruin the league with cold war machines. That way M60s and Centurions with 105mm guns would be legal.

> Neutral

“Maybe. But it’s the Commissioner’s decision.” And you have the right to disagree with it. The way Tankery works now is fine. Throwing in tanks from that far in? Does she know how much tank technology advanced in as little as five years, with all the lessons from the war? You won’t make your dissatisfaction with it come out now. You’re sure others know about it anyway.

Athena hugs her legs, thinking on it. “Maybe that’s what Griselda’s over there talking to the Commish about. Please don’t let Cold War tanks into my Senshadou.”

Ingrid says, “Well whatever happens, we’ll have to deal with it in our own way. If we suddenly get swamped by Patton tanks, I’m gonna be pissed but we’ll deal with it.”

“Oui.” Josephina nods at that. “It will be interesting to see if it comes to fruition at least.”

Athena pats your head. “Alright. Well I’ll leave you guys alone then.” You sigh, rubbing your eyes. With that, Athena leaves and Winona comes up to take her-

Wait

“Winona!” You blink. Winona sits down, shuddering a little, a medical mask on her face and goggles over her eyes. Ingrid and Josephina look positively shocked at her arrival. “Winona, what are you doing here!? You should be in bed.”

Winona says, “I got bored.”

“But you’re sick!”

Winona wags her finger at you. “Ah ah. On the contrary, I’ve never felt better!” She stands up, revealing that she even carried her blanket from the dorms with her to drape around her shoulders like a cloak. “See, the fever actually started to die down sometime ago. And I felt well enough to walk around. Which is why I’m here now to partake in practice!”

Ingrid says, “You’re going to fucking die.”

“Where’s Denise?” you ask. “She’s supposed to be watching you.”

Winona folds her arms. “I… took care of her.” You stand up, giving Winona a very angry stare. Winona flinches. “I bribed her with ice cream cake from the mess.”

Ugh. Denise.

> “Go back home, Winona. You’re sick.”
> “Guys. Carry on, I’ll take Winona home.”
> “Well, you’re already here. Just take it easy.”
> Other

>>2400682
>“Go back home, Winona. You’re sick.”

Being sick also means you spread disease, not just that you have it. I am not getting in an enclosed tank and breathing your germs. BEGONE PLAGUE WITCH! UNCLEAN!

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>>2400682
>>2400699
This desu, maybe she can watch and make suggestions, for us and the other crews?

>>2400682
>“Go back home, Winona. You’re sick.”

>>2400757
Or go home, get better and sanitize her place so we don't need peasants calling to bring out your dead.

>>2400682
>> “Go back home, Winona. You’re sick.”

> “Go back home, Winona. You’re sick.”

“Winona. Go home, you’re sick.”

Winona mews in response, folding her arms indignantly. “But I came all the way out here to be with you guys!”

“I don’t want you infecting other people. You could get someone sick! I know you took the precautions and everything, but imagine if you got me sick!”

Ingrid leans over to Josephina and whispers, “We’d have to call Jeep Jockey then.”

“NOW LISTEN HERE-“ Ingrid and Josephina burst into giggle fits. Winona too which is punctuated by coughs. You calm yourself. Jeep Jockey would never come and waste his time to nurse you to health if you were sick anyway. He’s got things to do back on land like the landlubber he is! “Look. Winona, I appreciate the thought, but for your own health, please go back home.”

Winona grumbles. “… Fine.”

…

She looks at you. “I need someone to take me back though. Walking here almost killed me. I feel exhausted.”

Josephina says, “I can carry her back.”

“Yes, yes, let the giant carry the cat back,” Ingrid says. Josephina hefts up Winona in a princess carry, smiling at you. With that, they head on out of there.

You sigh. May as well finish up practice for today.

…

…

With night approaching, everyone starts on home. Claudia shakes your hand, as do the rest of the Worker’s Society. “We’re honored you’d have us. Rest assured, we will do our best to learn before our first official match.” You nod, smiling. “Society, onwards!” They raise their fists, stepping out of the hangar.

You sigh, rubbing your nose. Ingrid says, “We’re gonna go on ahead to Winona’s and pay her a visit.”

Stack says, “I’m gonna make Winona some nice noodles and the best damn medium rare beef this side of the Academyship.”

“Alright,” you say. “I got some things I need to finish up here. I’ll see you there.” With that, your crew leaves.

Iris steps up next to you, holding her phone up. “You know, I took your pictures while you were exercising.” Eh? She holds up her phone, revealing several pictures of you. One of you running. Another of you laying on the ground stretching your legs. One where you just splashed some water onto your face to cool down and let it drip onto your WHOA WHOA. “Too stimulating?”

> “Way too stimulating.”
> “Maybe not…”
> “Eh, may as well just send them all to Jock and let him pick.”
> Other

>>2400932
>> “Maybe not…”
>> “Eh, may as well just send them all to Jock and let him pick.”

>>2400932
> “Eh, may as well just send them all to Jock and let him pick.”
>"Take one more picture. Just a normal, one."
He never really requested the type of photo he wanted. Maybe he would like something short and simple as well.

>>2400932
>> “Eh, may as well just send them all to Jock and let him pick.”

>>2400949
>>2400953
>"Take one more picture. Just a normal, one."
Adding this to mine

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>>2400932
>“Way too stimulating.”

We are not bombing his brain with all the pics. He'll explode. And then rest for about 20 minutes then explode again.

The property damage will be huge! Surely there would be drains clogged with his love for Elodie.

> “Eh, may as well just send them all to Jock and let him pick.”
> Other

“We may as well send these all to him. But… let’s take one more. Something normal.” You point to your tank. “Let me stand in front of my tank here.” Iris nods, taking your phone. You hold your hands together behind your back, smiling as you stand relaxed in front of your tank. “Ready.”

Iris nods. “Nice smile and…” She takes the photo. “Nice.” She hands you back your phone. “Now, Elodie. I hope he likes those pictures. Goodness knows I do.”

“Well, you took them, you put quite a bit of effort in making them look good in fact,” you say. You pat her arm. “Thanks.”

Iris nods, a slight smile to her face. “A lady always helps those in need. Good night. I’ll send you pictures.” With that, she takes her leave.

And you send all the pictures out to Jeep Jockey, even the ones Iris took on her phone too. You’ll let Jeep Jockey pick. You stand by your tank, waiting for a response.

He pings back a minute later.

> JJ: Wow! These are some really good pictures!
> EZ: Thanks. See any you like?
> JJ: I can see your panties in one of these.
> EZ: what where
> JJ: Joking. You’re fine.
> EZ: That’s not funny.
> JJ: It was to me, sorry.
> EZ: Seriously, which one are you going to pick for your dashboard?
> JJ: Tough choice. I’ll tell you about it later.
> EZ: Alright. Can I ask you a question though?
> JJ: What’s up?
> EZ: You could’ve just asked for a picture from me at any time. You didn’t need to win ace in a day for it.
> JJ: I know. I just really wanted a picture of you.

You start blushing a little, ugh… teen romance really sucks. Is this how Mom and Dad felt when they dated? Christ.

> EZ: Stop it.
> JJ: You’re cute.
> EZ: I said stop it
> JJ: cutie
> EZ: STOP
> JJ: lol

You start panic cleaning the tank with a rag, polishing the front hull down. Gotta expend this heat in your face into energy for something! AAAAAHHH

> JJ: Seriously though, you’re amazing. I like you. I’ll try to see if I can make some time in my schedule to visit you before your postseason matches, alright?
> EZ: Okay. Looking forward to it. Gotta head back to my dorm, so good night.
> JJ: No kiss goodbye?

Ugh.

> EZ: Good night.
> EZ: We’re on the phone. No.
> EZ: Kisses only when you show up.
> Other

>>2401125
>> EZ: Kisses only when you show up.

>>2401125
> EZ: Kisses only when you show up
> EZ: You know where to find me ;)

>>2401125
>EZ: We’re on the phone. No.

We are not licking our phone like a porn addicted Frenchman.

>>2401125
>> EZ: Kisses only when you show up.

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>>2401125
>> EZ: Kisses only when you show up.
> EZ: You know where to find me ;)

>>2401140
>>2401153
>>2401171
>>2401179

Careful anons, we don't want Jeep Jockey thinking we're EZ

> EZ: Kisses only when you show up.
> JJ: oic
> EZ: Don’t think it means anything. I’ll see you soon, okay?
> JJ: Ok. Good night, Elodie.
> EZ: Night, Jock.

You sigh, holding your face. Ugh. On the one hand, you hate this feeling. You wish it’d go away. On the other hand, it’s a really good feeling too. You never thought being in a relationship like this would be so fun and yet so stressful. How did Mom and Dad do this? Questions for them later you suppose.

Still though. You file through the pictures you sent to Jock. You have to wonder which one he chose. It can’t be just that normal looking one, right? He’s a boy. He wants something exciting. Obviously you’re not going to strip down to your sexy undies for a picture. If the Commissioner got word of that, you’d be blacklisted faster than you can say “scandal”. Hmph.

Still. Food for the thought you guess. You pick up your bag. You’re looking forward to Jock coming to visit.

Ugh. You’re actually looking forward to him visiting. You press your head nto your hands again. Boys.

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>>2401256
That's it for this weekend. Hope you all enjoyed Elodie and friends. Hopefully we'll be back this weekend for more. Stay frosty until then, anons.

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

See you next time.

>>2401262
Thanks for running Schteel, catchya next time.

>>2401262
Thanks for the thread GS, look forward to more in the coming weeks.

Time to grind some subquests.

>>2401262
thanks for the fun, boss

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>>240126
Good stuff as always boss

>>2401256
Elodie needs a vibrator and some privacy.

FUCK YOU GERMAN
IM SCHTEEL MAD AF