Girls und Panzer: Lafayette Girls Academy Quest 2: #15

> Find a place to eat
Om nom nom.

>> Find a place to hang out

>> Find a place to eat
Burgers and Fries?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Alright, a tie, one of these things again.

1. Eat out Winona
2. Hang out with Winona

>1. Eat out Winona
plox

Next time for sure!

> Find a place to hang out

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“Mhm…” You decided to humor Winona for a little bit by suggesting you go to a clothes store to pick up an outfit for you. While you were here though, the two of you decided to get to know each other over the outfits she was trying to pick out for you. “So, what’s life like in Trenton, Ellie?”

You shrug. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“Not really fun?” she says as she holds a tank top over you. You shake your head. She frowns disappointedly.

“Well, I mean, I didn’t have too many friends. I put school above a lot of things.”

“Really? You seem more charismatic than you think you are if that’s what it is,” she says as she holds a short miniskirt over your hip. You shake your head. “Aw, come on.”

“Look, I- I don’t do well with uh… I’m not exactly a social butterfly,” you explain. “I’m not Gertrude Pool if that’s what you think.”

“No, you’re much hotter,” says Winona. You roll your eyes. Please. “And you have bigger boobs.” PLEASE. “Oh, I know. Something cool like a leather jacket!”

“It’s 90 degrees out.”

“So?” She smirks a little. “Come on!”

> “Get me something practical.”
> “Fine, something cool.”
> “Actually, maybe I wouldn’t mind something er… show-… show offy.”
> Other

>> “Actually, maybe I wouldn’t mind something er… show-… show offy.”

I literally cannot resist

> “Get me something practical.”

>“Get me something practical.”

Shouldn't we be doing some side quests

>> “Get me something practical.”

> “Get me something practical.”

>> “Get me something practical.”
> “Actually, maybe I wouldn’t mind something er… show-… show offy.”

> “Get me something practical.”

“Something practical, please,” you say.

“Hmph, more like boring,” she mopes. You give her a very stern glare in response. “Just saying.” She fishes out a few clothes. “Come on, I got just the thing.” She drags you over to the changing booth.

And after a very frisky few minutes of her changing you out of your uniform and into your new outfit, you step outside and look at yourself in the mirror. Winona has picked you out a pair of dark blue jeans, mixed in with a light green flannel blouse and a grey t-shirt. Hm, you suppose this is okay. Shirt is a little tight though, you tug on it a bit. Yeah, a little too tight. “You look like a lumberjack,” says Winona.

“You’re implying lumberjacks are not cool,” you say. Lumberjacks happen to have one of the coolest jobs ever. Thank you very much. Besides, she picked these out, what she’s thinking?

“Well, lemme try my stuff on,” she says. “Give me a minute!” You nod, standing outside the changing booths.

And at that moment, you get a phone call.

> OLEG

You pick it up. “Elodie.”

“Zdravstvuj, solnyshka, it’s Oleg. I just got off phone with other much more cuter solnyshka, da?” Uh… is he flirting with you?

“Um, you mean Griselda?”

“Da! She is requesting of me that your Centaur tank be upgraded to Cromwell tank with addition of Rolls-Royce Meteor engine.” Oh? Really? That’s very considerate of her! You were hoping to get that thing upgraded. “But, I had to be very heartbreakingly candid to her.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Engine is 50,000 dollars new, 30,000 used.” Oh. Oh wow. “Da, very few options for me to acquire one. I just want you know that we are looking but GrisGris and I are not made of rubles.”

> “Why don’t I find an engine for you?”
> “I’ll find you the money, don’t worry.”
> “Well, keep up the good work I guess.”
> Other

> “Why don’t I find an engine for you?”
Time for QUEST

>> “Why don’t I find an engine for you?”

>> “Why don’t I find an engine for you?”
Time to loot a Spitfire. I'm sure the flyboys wouldn't notice one of their planes no longer being able to actually fly.

> “Why don’t I find an engine for you?”

> “Well, keep up the good work I guess.”

>> “Why don’t I find an engine for you?”
Winona, it's time for adventure!

Should we call the girl from “If Adventure has a name…” quest?

> “Why don’t I find an engine for you?”

“Why don’t I find an engine for you?”

“What? Where are you going to find engine?”

“Well, I mean, you tell me.”

“Hm… well, I still have contact with Kill Devil Hills team, they own Rolls Royce Merlins converted from Meteors. Perhaps they could be convinced to part with one. That is best option I know. Otherwise, you somehow stumble on 30,000 for used engine, I can work with that.” Fair enough. “Until then, I will keep in touch, solnyshka.”

“Thanks, Oleg.”

> NEW QUEST
> “I got the need…”
> Acquire a Rolls Royce Meteor Engine for your tank
>> Purchase one for either 30,000 (used) or 50,000 (new) dollars.
>> Acquire one from the Kill Devil Hills Skycraft team

And with that, Winona steps out of the booth, wearing a green tank top with dark blue bike shorts and the same black thigh highs. She quickly adjusts her tank top, finding that it was exposing a small part of her lacey black bra. “What do you think, Ellie?” You shrug. “Aw, come on.” She looks at your phone, then back at you. “Who was that?”

“Oleg,” you say.

“Oh, what’d he say?”

> “Nothing too important. Let’s keep hanging out.”
> “We need an engine. You don’t happen to have thousands of dollars on you do you?”
> “We need an engine. Which means we need to talk to boys.”
> Other

> “We need an engine. Which means we need to talk to boys.”
Sounds icky!

> “We need an engine. Which means we need to talk to boys.”

What exactly does 'used' mean Schteel? It's going to break down more?

That's the implication, yeah. Won't mean you can't nurse the poor baby to health though.

>> “We need an engine. Which means we need to talk to boys.”

>> “We need an engine. Which means we need to talk to boys.”

>> “We need an engine. Which means we need to talk to boys.”

Absolutely disgusting

> “We need an engine. Which means we need to talk to boys.”

“He said that we need to get a Rolls Royce Meteor engine for him to upgrade our tank,” you say. “But since it’s too expensive, we need an alternative.” You shudder a little. “We need to talk to boys.”

She grins, beaming a little. “Aw, my wittle Marshmelo is afraid to talk to boys!”

“Goddamn it, Winona!” you shout. “Just- let’s pay for this and go!”

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The Hall Monitors standing guard at the entrance to the Skycraft grounds look at you weirdly. “You want to go in to talk to the fecking lads? Ew.”

The other Hall Monitor makes a joke out of it. “Why do you need to talk to fecking boys? Ya looking to make a living as a brasser selling off her box to them flyboys?” The two Hall Monitors laugh outrageously at you and Winona. “Hahaha!”

“… are you going to let us in or not?”

“Ahahaha! Hehehe! Ahaaa…!” They stop their laughing, then nod. “Aye, alright.” They open up the gate for you. “But don’t get miscegenation with them, LGA has gone thirty years without a teenage pregnancy on board! Don’t be the first to break that streak!” You roll your eyes as you and Winona step in.

Loud rock music is playing out in the background as the boys are busy polishing their planes, settling around papers and studying planes and flight patterns, or just relaxing until practice. Lazy bunch of no-good boys. Hmph. You fold your arms.

> Find the guy in charge.
> Go find Jeep Jockey.
> Just walk up to someone and ask.
> Other

>go find Jeep Jockey

He'll lead us to the guys in charge

> Find the guy in charge.
This is official business!

>> Go find Jeep Jockey.

>> Go find Jeep Jockey.

The fact that all the security girls are Scottish kills me.

>> Go find Jeep Jockey.

Yeah, Scottish.

....They aren't?

sorry....

Dude.

They're Irish.

....I'm glad I had that cleared up.

Don't worry, I'll just need to make it more clear in the future.

If you're wondering though, the stereotype of Irish goons as policemen is a very old one anyway and it's not very valid anymore what with increasing diversity in police ranks.

Oh, OH

I didn't know you were making a reference like that.

> Go find Jeep Jockey.

You find his Jeep settled next to one of the big hangars housing the Lockheed Hudsons. The canvas cover is up, and his feet are on the dash as he lies back and naps. “Hey!” you call. You stand over him. “Jockey!” He groans, forcing himself awake. You spits out a load of… whatever that is, then looks at you, angrily. “Jock, I need your help.”

“… um. Why?” he asks. “What for?”

You fold your arms. “I need to get my hands on a Rolls Royce Merlin to convert to a Meteor Engine. You’re the only guy here that I know that could probably help me.”

“… That’s uh… that’s a funny joke.” He sits up in his seat, rubbing his forehead. “You’re joking right?” You shake your head. He looks over to Winona, who also shakes her head. “Okay. Let me be straight. That’s not going to happen.”

“Why not?”

“We buy these engines ourselves, hell, some of them we built with our own two hands too,” you say. “We restore them, they’re our babies. We’re not gonna give them up. That’s a fact.” Oh great. You knew this was going to be a problem. There has to be a way though.

> Charm Jockey into finding a way with your feminine wiles.
> “Okay, thanks anyway.”
> “There has to be a way. Can’t you help us?”
> Other

>> Other
"Then bring me to your boss."

Hey guys, you may not have seen yet , but the other day the mods made a board especially for quests.

Quests are supposed to go over there now. Most QMs that make this mistake leave their threads here up so people know they moved over, and there are already archives available on SupTG for it.

Thanks!

>> “There has to be a way. Can’t you help us?”

Yes we know, thank you anyway.

> “There has to be a way. Can’t you help us?”

> “There has to be a way. Can’t you help us?”
> Other

>We're not asking to get them for free but maybe we could arrange a trade or somesuch.

>> “There has to be a way. Can’t you help us?”

>> “There has to be a way. Can’t you help us?”

> “There has to be a way. Can’t you help us?”

And add ", please?" to the last question.

> “There has to be a way. Can’t you help us?”

“There has to be a way,” you say. “Can’t you help us, please?”

And that genuine bit of begging from you actually stops him stone cold. He leans forward on the wheel of the Jeep, curling his lip. “Er…” He looks up at you and Winona. Winona folds her arms, giving him a nod and pointing her head to you. “Look. I’m just a Jeep Driver. I don’t uh… I don’t do things involving engines.”

“Maybe you know the boss man though?” you ask. “Jack Cochran. Maybe you can convince him.”

“Please, he’s the guy who put me in this Jeep,” he says. “Look, I’m all for helping you guys. But I don’t see a way to actually help you guys. That’s just it.”

“Maybe there is, and you don’t want to because you’re scared.” You lean on the Jeep a little. “Look, I-“

“Get off my Jeep,” he says. You quickly stand up straight. “Okay. Look. I’m flattered you girls would come to me, that’s great and everything but-“

You and Winona fold your hands together and kneel beside him. “Please!” you both shout. “Please, please, please please.” Desperation is kicking in.

“Alright!” He honks his horn, getting the two of you to shut up. “Alright, alright, fuck it! I’ll help you but goddamn it, stop annoying me!” Yes! You high five Winona. “But listen, you gotta meet me half way. You think you can do that?”

“Anything!” you say.

“Good!” He nods slowly. “Christ…”

…

“So uh…” Winona blinks. “Now what?”

“I didn’t say I’d do it now,” he says.

> “Do it now!”
> “How do we meet you half way?”
> “Well, later then, Jock.”
> Other

>> “How do we meet you half way?”

>> “How do we meet you half way?”

> “How do we meet you half way?”

>> “How do we meet you half way?”

>“How do we meet you half way?”

What have we agreed to? Lewds?

Yes, but none feature him in any way.

>If you're wondering though, the stereotype of Irish goons as policemen is a very old one anyway and it's not very valid anymore what with increasing diversity in police ranks.
Paddy Wagon is in fact derived from the idea that Irish had super high arrest rates, and got reinforced when Irish started getting hired as a large percentage of police forces.

> “How do we meet you half way?”

> “How do we meet you half way?”

Ugh, semantics, semantics. “How do we meet you half way, Jock?”

“Eh, that’s…” He shrugs. “Honestly I don’t know. I guess you girls might just owe me a favor for now. Look.” He holds out his hand, giving you two a stern gaze. “I’ll talk to Jack, I’ll see what I can do about getting you two an engine. I can’t guarantee I’ll have it today. But, I will try to do my best.”

“You’re going to make me do something ridiculous aren’t you?” you ask.

“Well, now that you mention it,” he mutters. You slap him upside the head. “Ow!”

“Seriously, what do you want us to do?”

“Us?” asks Winona.

“Look, I don’t know. I just want you girls to know that you owe me. And I hope that I can cash that in at some point, alright?” He grabs the wheel then starts up the Jeep. “Give me your number so I can call you.” If that’s his way of getting your number just so he can ask you out on a date, it’s a smooth way of doing it. You transfer his number to your cellphone, and vice versa. “I’ll call you if I get something, alright?”

“Alright,” you say.

He nods to you, then drives off and away, presumably to meet with Jack.

Hopefully that goes well.

> Explore the Skycraft Grounds
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Call Somebody (Who?)
> Find a place to eat
> Other

>> Find a place to eat

>Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
Adventure calls. Let's leave this boypit.

>> Find a place to eat

>Find a place to eat

Victory Nibbles!

Well, sort of victory.

> Find a place to eat

This user has it. And think of how much loot we can carry away with Winona as an extra pack mule.

Please, Winona is for lewds, not for pack muling.

This

> Find a place to eat

Supporting this.

We need to get some of these Side-quests done, their growing.

> Find a place to eat
> Embark on a Subquest (If Adventure Has a Name…)

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The two of you decide to have a couple of burgers and fries to eat while you wait for Kathy to meet up with you two. “I haven’t introduce you to her have I?” you ask. Winona shakes her head as she munches on her cheeseburger. “She’s some sort of adventurer or treasure hunter or whatever she makes herself out to be. She wanted me to help her find stuff in the deep bowels of LGA. Hope that’s okay with you.”

“Nah, I love adventure!” says Winona. “I say we go! Maybe we’ll find something useful!”

And pulling up into the parking lot now is Kathy in her big truck. “Hop in!” she says. “We’re going to hunt for treasure!” The two of you hop in the back, the passenger seat being taken up by Rhys, and only Rhys today it seems. “This your friend?” You nod, and the two of them shake hands. “Kathy! Nice to meet you!”

“Likewise!” Winona smiles. “So, what buried treasures are we hunting today!”

“Hehe!” Kathy rubs her hands together. “There’s rumors about a treasure behind the waterfall at Mount Montagne!” She looks over at you. “What do you think?”

> “Bogus.”
> “Worth a look.”
> Other

>> “Worth a look.”

> “Worth a look.”

> “Worth a look.”
Of course there's a treasure. It's a waterfall. Hiding shiny things is practically their whole reason to be.

>> “Worth a look.”

>“Worth a look.”

Traditional hiding place. I hope we find something cool.

> “Worth a look.”

>“Worth a look.”

> “Worth a look.”

“Hehe, I hope you brought your swimsuits!” She powers the truck out of the parking lot and away off to the big forests of LGA.

Looks like you came prepared.

-

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“Woohoo!” Winona jumps into the water, splashing cool clean water onto you. The three of you got changed into your swimsuits, you wearing that high hipped swimsuit that Gertrude Pool bought you, and Kathy wearing a simple white bikini with shorts. Almost like Tomb Raider, or whatever her name was. Winona had jumped into the deep spring that formed at the bottom of the waterfall of Mount Montagne, the biggest mountain on LGA. “Come on in, the water’s great!” she yells.

“No thanks!” you yell back down at her. Winona waves her arm dismissively, laying on her back and swimming away. “So what are we looking for?”

“Oh, anything,” says Kathy as she holds Rhys on a leash. “I was just told there was something interesting around this here waterfall.” Great, way to do the research, Kathy. “Come on.” The two of you start walking around the waterfall, then find a deep cave behind it. “Aha!” She takes up a flashlight. “Stay by me and watch your step.”

You look down to see the rushing water behind you and a load of rocks as well. Yeah, no need to tell you twice.

The two of you carefully step through the cave, Kathy holding the flashlight up to keep things lit. All there is smoothed out rocks and moss. Theoretically this could actually make a great hiding spot. If only someone actually hid something in here. “Hey, what’s this?” Kathy points to something.

…

“Is-“ You blink. “Winona!” you scream.

“What!?” Winona screams back.

[1/2]

[2/2]

“Get in here!” You walk up closer to it, then gently reach out and touch the rusted steel of it. “… it’s a tank,” you say.

Kathy tilts her head. “What kind of tank?” You tilt your head. The sharp edges of its hull armor indicated welded construction, and beneath the rust was some solid gray paint with white trimmings and a white fleur-de-lis on the side of the turret. It was… it was a…

“It’s a King Tiger tank,” you say. “Holy fuck.” This can't be. Gertrude Pool found all of the missing tanks LGA lost after its Tankery program was disbanded. And- and there's no record of LGA ever owning a King Tiger! How did this even get in here!?

Kathy blinks. “… can I sell this?”

> “Yes.”
> “No.”
> Other

>> Other
"We'll see if grisgris or Trude want to buy this first. You'll be compensated, of course"

>Other
"You'll have to talk to Griselda."
Even though she most likely doesn't have the money for a KT.

> “No.”

> “No.”

>> Other
Need to talk to GrisGris or Trude first.

>Other

Call Gris-Gris. Tell Kathy to wait until we talk to Gris-Gris. We'll sort this out with her.

Kathy will get something out of this, no worry!

Supporting this.

> Other

Winona climbs up to meet you two, then immediately her eyes open in awe. “Whooooaaa…!” She sidles up to it, gently brushing some rust off the front hull of it. It appears the tracks are gone, along with most of the road wheels in fact. As you walk around the back, you see the exhaust pipes are also gone as well, and you can’t even talk about the engine itself. Suffice to say, this thing is a fixer upper.

“I need to call someone,” you say to Kathy. She nods. You hurriedly dial Griselda. “Griselda. Are you busy?”

“No, what’s up?” she asks.

“We found something.”

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A pair of tank transporters, along with an ARV were deployed to fish the King Tiger out of the cave from behind the waterfall. Griselda joined you, along with her older sister Gertrude. “Wow. If we knew there was a King Tiger in that mountain, I’d have been all over that instead of buying Hobbes,” she says. “How come we don’t have any record of it?”

Griselda shrugs. “I just checked with archives. They’re saying there’s a big gap in the 70s,” she says.

As the King Tiger is hoisted onto the Dragon Wagon, the five of you tilt your heads to read the name painted on the side of the hull.

> “THADDEUS”

“Nice name,” says Gertrude. She looks over at you two. “Tell you what. Griselda, I’ll buy this one for you to use on your team. As compensation for you two for finding it.”

“Oh, you-“ Griselda coughs, clearing her throat. “You don’t have to, Trudy. I mean- that- I can just-“

“No, really.” Gertrude reaches into her purse and pulls out a credit card. “I got 20,000 on the spot.” She smiles.

“Gertrude.” She pulls down Gertrude’s hand, frowning deeply. “Please, I don’t need it!”

“Come on, lemme help you!” Gertrude frowns deeply, upset by Griselda’s insistence.

> “Gertrude’s trying to help you, Griselda. Just take it.”
> “It’s okay, Gertrude. We’ll find another way to sell it off. You don’t need to.”
> Other

> “It’s okay, Gertrude. We’ll find another way to sell it off. You don’t need to.”

>> “It’s okay, Gertrude. We’ll find another way to sell it off. You don’t need to.”

> “Gertrude’s trying to help you, Griselda. Just take it.”