Girls und Panzer: Lafayette Girls Academy Quest 2: #16

> Tuesday, June 23rd, 2015

SITUATION: pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU

You got a message on your Officer’s Pad from Captain Spruance today.

> From: The Captain
> To: Elodie Zumwalt

> Meet me on the bridge today at 0800 EST sharp. There’s something we need to discuss.

> The Captain

PANIC

PANIC

PANIC OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT

“Relax.” Stack tries to reassure you as you and your crew stand at the mirror putting your faces on for work today. “She probably just wants to congratulate you on a job well done!”

“You don’t understand!” you shout. “I took a vacation day yesterday! I probably missed something incredibly important! Like- like maybe the ship ran aground on an island and crushed some poor innocent aboriginals! Or maybe we have a leak below the waterline and I wasn’t available to guide repair efforts!”

“Yeah, it’s like you’re the only Officer aboard this ship of almost 50,000 students,” says Ingrid. “How about that.”

OH HO HO SUCH VENOMOUS SARCASM, INGRID.

Winona smiles, giggling a little. “Seriously, you should calm down.”

> [PANIC INTERNALLY]
> [PANIC EXTERNALLY]
> [INTENSIFY PANIC]

>> [INTENSIFY PANIC]

> [PANIC INTERNALLY]

> [PANIC EXTERNALLY]

>> [PANIC INTERNALLY]

> [PANIC WITHOUT BORDERS]

“You all don’t understand! She could be giving me an NJP for not declaring I was on vacation!” Winona holds up your Officer’s Pad, showing that you did indeed declare you were on vacation. “W- well maybe she wants to punish me for not reporting my hours!” She slides to a set of rules indicating that Officers on vacation do not report hours of work. “You-“

“Calm down,” she says, placing the Pad into your backpack. “Look, come what may, just take it like the woman you are. Who knows, maybe it’ll be something good!”

“As if!” You pull your backpack on. “Later guys. If there is a later,” you mutter. They happily wave goodbye to you, giggling in mocking shame of you being so panicky about a topic that MUST be so unimportant as to demand your attention on the bridge.

-

-

“Ensign!” Captain Amy Spruance and her XO, along with a few other Naval Studies students meet with you on the bridge. You actually recognize Lieutenant McLean being amongst them, smiling warmly at you. “You’re…” She blinks, pulling up her sleeve to check her watch. “… 10 minutes early!”

You nod. “Yes, ma’am.” Don’t mention punishments, you’ll only make punishments worse if you do.

“Well, good, that’ll make this easier for me,” she says. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT- “Ensign, this is your new Personal Assistant, Denise Spunkmeyer.” A freshman student steps up to you, clipboard in hand. She’s just as short as Captain Spruance, with fluffy blonde hair and green eyes, but notably having quite the chest. Hm, very big actually. “Yeoman Spunkmeyer here is going to be assigned to you.”

“Oh?” You blink. Um. Is she like… loud or something? “Why?”

[1/2]

[2/2]

“Lieutenant McLean personally recommended you for promotion to Rank Three,” says Captain Spruance. Oh. Oh! You look over at McLean, who happily nods to you. Did she? What did you do to deserve this? “Normally, it takes months for those in the lower ranks to ascend, but you’ve caught our eye and we believe that you may have something special for us in that brain of yours.”

“Oh.” You nod. “Y- yes, I am fully prepared to do anything and everything for LGA, ma’am.”

“Good,” says Captain Spruance. “Take some time to get to know Spunkmeyer here. You’re not promoted just yet. This week will be your evaluation to see if what Lieutenant McLean says is true or not, okay?” You nod quickly. “Good. Daily jobs will be with you in a bit, hold tight.” Captain Spruance walks over to her chair, then sits her butt down.

Denise Spunkmeyer brushes some stray locks out of her eyes. “Junior Yeoman Denise Spunkmeyer!” She offers her hand to you, and you shake it politely. “I hear a lot about ya, ma’am and lemme just say I am all about your work ethic and everything that you dare stand for, I do declare!” She grins happily. “I hope we will get to know each other very well!”

> RETAINER UNLOCKED: Yeoman Denise Spunkmeyer – Personal Asssistant

> Note: You have now unlocked a RETINUE. RETAINERS will have special bonuses and be able to perform duties for you which may be out of your reach logistically.

> Currently, Yeoman Spunkmeyer has no special bonuses. She may unlock some later given some growth and a bit of TLC.

She smiles happily. “So, are you ready for today’s jobs, ma’am?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>/qst/

>Polite

>> Polite

> Polite

Absolutely. No problems at all.

>Boast
BRIGHT EYED AND BUSHYTAILED

> Polite

>>/trash/

> Polite

...

> Polite

“As ready as I can be, hopefully we can make a good pair working together, Yeoman.”

“Oh, yes, ma’am!” She nods happily. “Lieutenant McLean was very flattering when she spoke of you.” Really? “She told me of your intense work ethic, your cool demeanor and your…” She motions to your chest. “… startling beauty.” You look over at McLean, who giggles quietly to herself as hears that. Very fucking funny. “But! Let me fill you in my role.”

“Do please enlighten me,” you say.

“As your personal assistant, I aim to be the little miss for the big miss. Anything tedious or made difficult due to time and location, I can do for you. I fill out reports, I make food runs, er… I assist in job duties and other stuff as well. Basically, anything you need to do but don’t want to do, I can do for ya, to the best of my ability,” she explains. Alright, that’s good. Maybe it’ll take a load off your shoulders having a personal assistant.

“Well, that’s good, thank you,” you say. You look over to Lieutenant McLean. “And thank you, Lieutenant McLean.”

“I just call it as I see it, beau,” McLean says with a smirk.

Captain Spruance looks back from her chair. “Zumwalt! Your new jobs are in and you’re out of vacation days, get to work!”

> LOGISTICS: Mail delivery to Senior Dorms
> LOGISTICS: Tram conductor and driver duty
> LOGISTICS: Garbage Collection Services

> LOGISTICS: Tram conductor and driver duty

>LOGISTICS: Garbage Collection Services

Learn how the ship works. Hopefully we're not just dumping it overboard.

> LOGISTICS: Mail delivery to Senior Dorms

>> LOGISTICS: Mail delivery to Senior Dorms

>> LOGISTICS: Tram conductor and driver duty

>> LOGISTICS: Tram conductor and driver duty

> LOGISTICS: Tram conductor and driver duty

> LOGISTICS: Tram conductor and driver duty

-

-

LGA’s underground transit system was put into place after demands by students claiming that commute times were insufferable, and that there needed to be a new system in place other than the buses. You’re not sure how much you agree, but regardless there is now a subway tram and trolley carts on LGA’s streets to carry students around everywhere.

And today, you, Denise, and several other students were going to be part of that.

> TODAY’S SHIFT: 30 STUDENTS

“Right.” The Tram Conductor was an old man, with a funny little moustache and near permanently squinted eyes. “Usage of the tram is simple. I’m sure you’ve all been through the exams that got you here. So, let me make this as quick as possible. We try to keep things in a margin of error of about 3 minutes. Any longer, and you’ll be put on report.” Yikes. “Now, Ensign Zumwalt.” You blink. “Where shall you assign yourself?”

> Driving a tram
> Taking tickets and conducting
> Supervising
> Other

>> Supervising

Officers provide Eye Power

>> Supervising

> Driving a tram
FUCK YEAH

>> Supervising

> Taking tickets and conducting

> Driving a tram

>Supervising

>Spunkmeyer
>Spunk
I'll shoot some spunk

...

"You ranked up. Here's your very own oppai loli."
Damn son. I wonder how the highest ranks look like.

> Supervising

“Welcome to the Public Transit Control Room,” says one of the student transit operators. It was like something out of a spy movie, a huge monitor mapping out the entirety of LGA and its public transit routes, and in its light were several dozen rows of computers monitoring trams, buses, taxis, and everything related to public transit. “Here we monitor everything regarding public transportation aboard LGA. Is there anything you’d like to know?”

“Nope, I’m good,” you say.

“Very well!” The student transit operator motions you to sit down at a console. By your side, Spunkmeyer keeps her clipboard close and an eye directly on you. “Your duty today will be directing subway tram traffic in Block C. Your duty is very simple, make sure there are no blockages in the tunnels, that all trams are functional, and that shifts are rotated regularly at your discretion.”

“Thank you,” you say. The transit operator leaves you. “Okay…” You place your hands gently on the keyboard in front of you, then pull on an earpiece. The microphone in front of you is noted to be on by that blinking red light. You watch your monitor intensely, as trams are pulling into their stations and students and staff begin boarding.

Wow. They weren’t kidding, this is simple. You look over at Denise, and she gives you a pair of thumbs up. Aw, thanks, Denise.

Suddenly, you get a flashing blue light. You turn your monitor over to see that there is indeed a blockage in one of the active tunnels in Block C. Looks like some metal panels fell from the ceiling.

> Dispatch repair crews very quickly to get it out of the way.
> Delay transit until a repair crew removes the blockage.
> Eh, it’s just a couple of panels, it’ll blow right through.
> Other

> Delay transit until a repair crew removes the blockage.

> Delay transit until a repair crew removes the blockage.

Safety first! And ramming is not safety!

> Eh, it’s just a couple of panels, it’ll blow right through.
What could go wrong?

/qst/ is that way

>> Delay transit until a repair crew removes the blockage.

>Dispatch repair crews very quickly to get it out of the way.
Remember, 3 minutes of delay and our head will roll.

Back to your containment board.

...

> Delay transit until a repair crew removes the blockage.

>Literally has a containment board
>Telling other people to go to theirs

but we can't endanger the the repair team and the tram full of students.

> Delay transit until a repair crew removes the blockage.

It's a report, not suspension, it would rather make Elo look good to take it carefully.

> Delay transit until a repair crew removes the blockage.

You flick on a switch, patching you through to Tram #33 that will be using that tunnel. “#33, please hold your passengers in station. There is a blockage in the tunnel, I am dispatching repair crews to fix it.”

“Alright,” says the Tram driver. “How long?”

“Shouldn’t be longer than two minutes,” you say.

> THREE HOURS LATER “Yeah, get me something big.”
> “No, no, I brought my own.”
> “Yeah, just get something small.”
> Other

But of course.

> “Yeah, just get something small.”

>> “Yeah, just get something small.”

> “Yeah, get me something big.”

>“No, no, I brought my own.”
> Other
But get yourself something

>“Yeah, get me something big.”
"That way we'll get to share."
Wasn't a Final Destination scene based around a subway?

> “Yeah, just get something small.”

> “Yeah, just get something small.”


>You hope whoever isn’t using that tram needed to go somewhere important.
WTF, GS

If I were stuck in the tubes for three hours I'd sink the boat in revenge too. But it was justified this time.

> You hope whoever is using that tram didn't need to go somewhere important.

My word choices aren't great today, sorry.

More coffee!

> Coffee

Unfortunately user, I don't drink coffee. And if I do, I need to shitloads of sweetener and sugar to it to make it palatable.

Tea?

>I need to shitloads of sweetener and sugar to it to make it palatable.
What are you, Nanako?
Daddy I want it black!

>> “Yeah, get me something big.”
I always feel better when I eat like a pig

Mostly only asian herbal teas and even then that's very rare. I don't think I've ever actually had stuff like Darjeeling or Rosehip.

I take my coffee until it's light brown and sweet like my cute girls.

> “Yeah, just get something small.”

“Sure, just get me something small,” you ask. She nods, immediately heading off. Wait. Oh fuck, you didn’t specify- Too late, she’s gone, damn it. She’s fast, that’s for sure. You switch away from the monitor overseeing the tunnel refurbishment (another operators will watch over it) and continue monitoring other trams in their-

“I’m back!” You flinch, and look to see Denise placing a bag of Chick-Fil-A on your desk along with a large soda. You gently open the bag to see some waffle fries, a chicken burger, and some packets of ketchup. “There you go, a fresh meal from Chick-Fil-A!’

“That was only five minutes,” you say.

“I know, they got excellent service!” she says. That-… that’s not wrong. She holds up a milkshake and suckles hard on it. “Mmm, good milkshake too, had time to buy this for myself.”

“Right…” You turn your head back to the monitors. Still nothing out of the ordinary to report. You pull out your lunch and start eating.

You blink. Then look back to see Denise still standing there. She smiles happily at you.

> “Um. You can sit down.”
> Go back to work, she’s fine.
> “So, is this your first time being a personal assistant?”
> Other

> “Um. You can sit down.”

> “So, is this your first time being a personal assistant?”

>> “So, is this your first time being a personal assistant?”

> “So, is this your first time being a personal assistant?”

Let's be sociable

>“Um. You can sit down.”
"Want some?"

>“Um. You can sit down.”

> Go back to work, she’s fine.

>Darjeeling
You should try it, assuming you find it. It truly DOES deserve its reputation as the Champagne of teas. That, said,

>> “Um. You can sit down.”
>> “So, is this your first time being a personal assistant?”

I can see why.

All I can see is butt.

But why does she have a muffin top?

> “Um. You can sit down.”
> “So, is this your first time being a personal assistant?”

“You can sit down.” She nods, taking a seat and sitting down. “So, is this your first time being a personal assistant?”

She shakes her head. “As a Yeoman, before you can be considered for the position, you have to take special internship classes in middle school. I’ve shadowed other PAs beforehand studying their position.”

“Any celebrities?” you ask.

“Nah, mostly just corporate execs,” she says. “But one day, one day, I’ll get to be a personal assistant to a celebrity like Chris Evans or Jennifer Lawrence or maybe even a baseball player!” She pats her cheeks, grinning at the thought. “Heehee! But I guess I can settle for you, ma’am!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“Aw, nothin’!” Hmph. You bite down on a crispy waffle fry. Nothing doing. “But really, I love the work! I love getting to help people! I don’t find any stress out of it at all!” So she says, you know you’d go crazy taking orders 24/7.

Anyway, there’s still a job to do.

-

-

> JOB COMPLETE

You and Denise leave the public transit world and step out into the fresh air of the upper deck. “Right, ma’am, I already have your schedule coordinate with mine. You have Tankery practice in about an hour. Then after that, you should have a little bit of free time.” You nod. Okay, okay, that’s good. “Where shall we go today, ma’am?”

> The Tankery HQ
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Call up someone to hang out
> Other

> The Tankery HQ

>> The Tankery HQ

> The Tankery HQ

See what's happening at the hangar

>> The Tankery HQ

>The Tankery HQ

> The Tankery HQ

>> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
Buying Happiness..


Whatever happened to earning cash ?

user makes a good point, I can back it (in vain but hey).

Sounds good

> The Tankery HQ

-

-

You’re about 30 minutes early for practice. Even then though, you see something you didn’t think you’d see in a while. Paint cans and spray paint. You look to see the Poles painting a new name for their Pershing “Sokol” on the side of the hull along with repainting the white wings on the side of the turret as well.

The Etiquette Club meanwhile was busy sipping tea, already having painted a new name on their tank. “James.”

The Junior Historians also painted on a new name for their Panzer III as they sit around playing cards. “Frederick the Great.” (or probably just Frederick)

Your own crew hasn’t come by actually, hm. You look around to see Griselda apparently in the middle of being interviewed by Kit Blumenthal, NATO reporter. She looks over, then smiles and waves her fingers at you. You wave back. “She’s cute,” says Denise.

Hm. You got time.

> Paint a name on your tank, before your crew gets here.
> Talk with Griselda and Kit
> Talk with one of the Crews (Which?)
> Other

> Paint a name on your tank, before your crew gets here.

>> Talk with Griselda and Kit
Naming is a Team decision

>> Talk with Griselda and Kit

> Talk with Griselda and Kit

And ask our team about naming our tank when they get here

> Talk with Griselda and Kit

Does nobody ever read the Situation pastebin for side-quests?

or is there just a lack of urgency to do side-quests in this sequel?

> Talk with one of the Crews (Which?)

I don't really know my way around the teams. Just pick a team at random.

I read them, but an hour isn't much time to get things done.

>Talk with Serafina
I know nothing will come from the votes now. But I do think we should bond with our future junior more.

> Talk with Griselda and Kit

“Miss Blumenthal, Griselda.” You smile, walking up to them. They smile back happily, apparently finishing up the interview. “It’s nice to see you again, Miss Blumenthal.”

“Pleasure is all mine, Elodie! Griselda was just telling me about how this is really your first time taking these tanks out for a spin,” she explains. “You’re a real natural if this is really your first time ever commanding a tank.”

“Well, I mean, I study,” you modestly say.

Griselda huffs. “So she says. But I reckon that Elodie just has a good crew to boot too, I imagine she’ll continue to impress.” You swell a little in pride. Today has been a really good day for your ego. “Anyway, Kit, did you want to interview Ellie at all?”

“Oh, I’ll wait until after practice,” she says. “Actually, I’m here too to cover J. Walter Christie’s visit to LGA on Friday.” Oh? They’re visiting? “Perrine Hobart’s gonna try and convince Gertrude Pool to break out into the Unlimited program I hear. LGA’s got the money for it, they could definitely do it.”

“I’d prefer not to,” Griselda mutters. “Off the record of course.” Kit gives her a thumbs up. “Good, good. We’ll start practice soon, Ellie. How about you get to naming your tank with your crew?” You look back to see your four crew members arriving, with Ingrid apparently not looking very happy.

> - 40 MORALE TO INGRID

“Thanks, Griselda.” You nod to her, and then walk over to the crew. “Hey, everybody.” They look at you, smiling and happy, except for Ingrid. “Ingrid, something the matter?”

“My tram was held up for three hours today,” she says. Oh. Oooh… You and Denise look at each other, back at the team.

[1/2]

[2/2]

“Is everyone naming their tanks?” says Winona. She gasps. “Do we get to name ours!? I want to name it Cuddles! If Cuddles can’t ride in the tank, he’ll be the tank, damn it!”

“As if,” says Stack. “Let’s go with a mean fighting name like uh… like… Goliath or Crusher!”

“Let’s name it I don’t give a fuck,” says Ingrid.

Josephina blinks. “Erm, how about just a regular name?”

You sigh. What do you want to name your tank?

> Cuddles
> Goliath
> Crusher
> (Something Else)

> Goliath
Sounds threatening!

>(something else)
Hecate

> Cuddles