Girls und Panzer: Lafayette Girls Academy Quest 2: #32

> Thursday, July 9th, 2015

SITUATION: pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj

“Okay, everyone!” Everyone was gathered around the Sherman, looking up at Griselda and her crewmates. “So, a couple of announcements. One, I’d like to extend a cordial welcome to our newest crew, the uh…” Everyone looks over at the girls standing next to their motorbikes. They don’t seem very honored or very excited to be where they are. “… LGA Motorcycle Club.” Everyone politely applauds them, to which the girls wave back politely.

Mostly forced, but hey, what are you gonna do.

“Okay, second order of business. Today we do have our practice, we will be holding that at the Tank HQ this time.” Everyone looks around nervously. “Don’t worry, today we’ll only be doing physical exercises with our bodies, not with our tanks. Miss McPherson will be lecturing on proper technique, she’s not here but she’ll meet us there.” She claps her hands proudly. “And lastly, tomorrow is Media Day.”

Serafina raises her hand. “What is this media day?”

“Media Day happens to be NATO catching up to us and taking our pictures, along with photographers from Topps as well.” Everyone gasps, now suddenly excited. “You all already have used your photos on file for the tournament so far but these will be your official portraits used in match broadcasts. Normally this would happen before the tournament but uh…” She shrugs. “This team was formed on short notice so-“

Regina Taney raises her hand. “Can we wear swimsuits?”

“Do we have to wear our uniforms!?”

“Can we get some custom photos done!?”

“I want to borrow Elodie’s horse!”

“Can we get photos of you, Griselda?!”

[1/2]

[2/2]

Griselda tries to calm them down. “Easy, easy, everybody. I’ll answer those questions later.” She sighs. “You’re all dismissed.” Everyone starts excitedly chattering, happy as can be.

“Oooh, Media Day!” Winona bites her lip, slapping her cheeks as she sways around in excitement. “Ooh, I can’t wait! I gotta buy some new outfits!” She gasps. “NO! I have to buy something for Cuddles to wear too!”

“Cuddles is a snake,” says Ingrid.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed.” Winona pouts furiously. “I want Cuddles to be part of Media Day, that’s that.”

“What about your horse, Elodie?” Your what? “You gonna bring that to Media Day?” asks Stack.

“What- no!” You frown. “Why would I bring that horse? It’s not even mine!”

“Yes it is,” says Josephina. “Didn’t Carolina give it to you?”

“It’s- It’s not my horse!” you yell. Ugh, jeez.

Winona smiles. “Did you want to come with me and pick up some clothes? Make up? Swimsuits…?” She smirks smugly.

> “No.”
> “Ugh, why not.” (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)
> Other

> “No.”
Really really want to, but we need some Command Points. Very confused about not doing any tank exercises though, wonder what McPherson has in mind.

>> “Ugh, why not.” (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)

> “Ugh, why not.” (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)
We're repping our school as an Officer, we need to look good even if we don't want to.

> “No.”

> “Ugh, why not.” (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)

We're gonna end the year with like twenty vacation days, the way things are going. Much as Elodie's a workaholic, taking a vacation day occasionally is good. If only because it lets us dedicate more time to progressing quests.

>> “Ugh, why not.” (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)
Alrighty.

> “No.”

Rolled 1 (1d2)

> “Ugh, why not.” (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)

You sigh. It is just one day. “Alright, fine. Is anyone else coming?” Everyone nods. “You’re ALL taking vacation days?”

“It’s the summer, if you keep cooping yourself up in the office, you’re gonna have a bad time,” Stack explains. “Don’t worry, you’ll only miss a day. You can go back on Friday.” You sigh, you better.

Alrighty then. “Alright, let’s mount up then and find a store.”

-

-

Your Cromwell moves through the streets of LGA’s business districts. You’ve already told Denise and Hilda that you’re going to take the day off to spend some time with your crew. For now, they’ll be taking your place at your work for now and meet up with you after lunch. Still makes you feel a little guilty. Not even the wind in your hair or the rush of being in a tank could-

“STOP!” yells Winona. The Cromwell grinds to a halt, the tracks creaking.

“Winona!” you yell. “What the hell!”

She points down the street. “Look, there’s a Victoria’s Secret!”

“… so?” You quirk your brow.

“Do you have any sexy undies?” asks Winona smugly. You roll your eyes. “I’m joking, of course you do.” … no you don’t. “Let’s head up over there to get our hair done!” Gutierrez Barbershop eh? Alright then, your crew can get haircuts. Your Cromwell stops in front of it, then you all drop down out of it.

You step into the barbershop, looking around. It’s very dusty and antiquated. Kind of reminds you of home actually. Inside are a few Hispanic men and women watching a Soccer game on a TV hanging in the corner of the ceiling. They yell in Spanish, pumping their fist as they watch the ball go left and right. But once they hear the ring of the bell of a door opening, they turn around. “Ah, welcome to Gutierrez Barbershop! Take a seat, take a seat!”

Winona smiles at you. “Wanna get your hair done up?"

“Well…” You-

You trust no one else with your hair except your Daddy.

> “Fine, but only a couple of inches.”
> “No thanks, I’ll just wait and watch.”
> Other

>> “Fine, but only a couple of inches.”

"MAKEOVER!"

> “Fine, but only a couple of inches.”
Elodie pls.

> “Fine, but only a couple of inches.”

Oh god Dad Haircuts. Yeah, we should probably let a professional at it.

When we get to the clothes shopping, I motion that we go for the Professional Look.

Possibly with a touch of Sexy Librarian.

> “Fine, but only a couple of inches.”

> “Fine, but only a couple of inches.”

You sigh. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” You take up the chairs with your crew, then one of the guys comes over and places a large sheet over your body, and ties it nice and tight around the neck. You take a look at yourself in the mirror before he turns it around and starts brushing your hair back.

“My name is Diego, how would you like your hair?” he asks.

“Just take an inch or two off,” you ask.

“Alrighty!” He starts brushing your hair straight. “So, Elodie Zumwalt?” You nod slightly. “I’ve seen a few of your matches. Guessing this is your crew?”

Stack grins, leaning back as she gets her hair brushed back. “Yep! Best crew in Tankery!”

“Yeah, yeah!” Diego starts snipping a few locks here and there. “My goodness, Elodie, you’ve got the fluffiest hair!” You blush a little. For fucks sake, JUST CUT IT. “It’s almost a shame I have to cut this. So, is the Tankery team doing you well? Everything straight?”

“Yeah,” you say.

“Good, good!” He brushes some hair back behind your ears. “My girlfriend happens to be in Tankery actually, she can give you some good advice.”

“Oh?” Winona grins. “Who’s your girlfriend?”

“The lovely little flower loading Gertrude’s gun!” He laughs a bit, continuing to do your hair as if he weren’t being distracted by conversation. “Her name’s Chrysanthemum!”

“Catchy,” says Ingrid.

“I know! It’s a shame you all don’t have more access to boys your age on LGA, well besides Kill Devil Hills, but that’s only temporary. Girls like you deserve good loyal spouses who can appreciate the sport as much as I do-“ He eyes are drawn to the TV. “Dang it, cleared goal. Anyway, if you girls need any advice on Tankery, I am your man!”

You all stare at him.

“… what, my girlfriend does Tankery, I told you. Therefore I know all there is to know about tanks!” he says. “Go on, ask me a question!”

> “Just cut my hair.”
> “Is the Centurion Mark III legal?”
> “Can a T-70 penetrate a Panther’s armor?”
> Other

> “Is the Centurion Mark III legal?”

> “Can a T-70 penetrate a Panther’s armor?"
It's quiz time!

>> “Is the Centurion Mark III legal?”

>> Other
What's our tank called?

> “Can a T-70 penetrate a Panther’s armor?”

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1. Centurion-chan barely legal
2. T-70 on her side

Why not both

> “Can a T-70 penetrate a Panther’s armor?”

“Can a T-70 penetrate a Panther’s armor?” He rubs his chin, humming a bit. “Well, from the side and at close range, yes. Theoretically, anything could penetrate the Panther’s side armor, it was quite thing, don’t you know. Frontal, forget about it!” Wow, he actually has picked up knowledge of tanks from his girlfriend! “I tell you though, my girlfriend never shuts up about her Sherman though.”

And in stepping in now was… Ramirez? You vaguely remember her from when you stepped foot on LGA. She immediately starts yelling at him in Spanish. « Diego! How is the fattest fucking boy on LGA doing? I see your papa and mama are still feeding you way too much for your own good!»

« Aw, my flower, you wound me so with your words! I am not that fat, you know that! » Diego pinches his admittedly not entirely fat gut to show her. « Besides, I am sure you would love me all the same if I weighed 500 pounds or 5 pounds! »

Ramirez immediately walks up to him and pecks him on the lips. « I would, you cheeky boy. Tell you what, tonight I’ll treat you to some pho, Gertrude showed me a lovely place over in the suburbs, very nice people. That broth is very filling, we can fatten you up yet! » The two laugh at each other. « Then there’ll be more of you to love in bed! »

[1/2]

[2/2]

« Oh, don’t say that! » Diego gently slaps Ramirez on the cheek, then quickly pulls her into a hug. She giggles at his embrace. « What if they understand what we’re saying? »

« Then they’ll know we’re the happiest little couple on this ship! » Ramirez again kisses his cheek. « I’ll get cleaning for you, sweetie! »

Diego pats her bum, making her yelp in surprise, then goes back to finishing up your hair. All of your crew look at each other, confused at the exchange that just happened. You however…

Well, second languages are near-mandatory in Naval Studies entrance exams.

He turns you around, showing you in the mirror and… wow, your hair actually looks quite good! He preserved the fluff, but he definitely made it much more orderly looking, and back to its length when you first stepped aboard! You smile a little. “What do you think, good?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>> Boast

> Polite

> Boast
> Boast
> Boast

>> Boast


Btw, some quickie i've made. I apologize to all Poles beforehand, and i swear its not thinly-veiled tank request to GS. Maybe.

Also respond in Spanish, "You two make a lovely couple."

Haha, nice work user!

>> Polite
Also

> POLSHING
pffft

good stuff

I will support this!

One day, the Poles will surprise everyone here. And I will be hype as fuck.

> Boast

“It looks amazing!” You pat your hair a bit, and are amazed at how he managed to preserve the fluff of it. “Thanks, Diego!”

“Ah, yes, yes! You and your friends are welcome at Gutierrez Barbershop anytime!” Everyone gets their hair done up properly and into the styles they want. And with that, Winona pays for everybody, and leaves a sizable tip as well for Diego and his fellow barbers. “Ah, thank you, thank you, please, come again!”

“We may,” you say. “By the way.” You hold up your finger, smiling. « You and Chrysanthemum make a very lovely couple. » Ramirez in the back sweeping up the cut hair immediately breaks out red in the face, and bows her head to hide it as she sweeps.

“Ha ha!” Diego pats your shoulder, grinning. « Believe me, she’s also so raring to go after a practice session, so hot and sweaty after all that loading! »

“Diego!” screams Ramirez embarrassedly.

“Go on, get! Before she kills me,” he says. Ramirez huffs, turning her head away.

On the street now, you see a relatively generic clothes store run by the Sewing Club nearby. So you decide to head over there. “I think I’ll get myself a swimsuit, I’ll get myself some nice goggles as well!” says Winona.

“You’re a gunner though,” asks Stack. “You don’t need goggles.”

“Please, tankers look cute with goggles. I’ll get you all goggles. I might even buy some fresh underwear too. By the way-“ Winona looks over at everyone. “This is all on me, so feel free to spurge.”

“Wow, merci beaucoup!” says Josephina excitedly.

Winona leans over. “And to you, Elodie, buy something exciting! Something that’s so… you!”

And when you get into the store, you do look for something…

> Professional
> Professional
> Professional
> Ah, forget it, maybe it’s time to experiment.
> Other

> Ah, forget it, maybe it’s time to experiment.
Take a walk on the wild side.

>> Professional
>> Professional
>> Professional

>Professional

> Ah, forget it, maybe it’s time to experiment.
TODAY IS A DAY FOR CHANGE

Oh, look! My typical WoT game!

>> Ah, forget it, maybe it’s time to experiment.

>Professional

>Ah, forget it, maybe it’s time to experiment.
Eggsperiment!

Also, is it still Victoria's Secret if it's so announced?

Gentlemen, I propose a compromise:

Professional, but with underwear from Victoria's Secret.

>> Professional

I could be amenable to this compromise.

> Ah, forget it, maybe it’s time to experiment.

No. Today, you’re going to take a fashion risk! You’re going to be dangerous! But not risqué, good lord no risqué stuff. “Go on ahead, girls.” Everyone looks at you, blinking in surprise. “I’m going to experiment.” They gasp, surprised as they walk on ahead. They start gossiping about what you’re going to get.

Hm, you’ll show them.

-

-

“So what sports do you like?” Ingrid sits down next to Stack, wearing a blue and white letterman jacket, a pleated black skirt, and a red blouse. Stack meanwhile wears some black short shorts, white thigh highs, and a yellow tank top topped off by a white blouse.

Stack shrugs. “I like Football I guess, I watch that with my parents.” Ingrid nods slowly. “Are you judging me for liking Football?”

“No, no, it’s just-…” Ingrid tries to find the right words. “Why Football instead of like Hockey?”

“I like Hockey, but there’s no Hockey where I live,” says Stack. “Why can’t you accept that baseball sucks?”

“Baseball does not suck.”

Winona and Josephina poke their heads above the changing booth doors. “Guys, don’t get into another argument about baseball. It’s a sport, Ingrid likes it,” says Winona. “And my Dad happens to…” Everyone looks over to you.

You step up to the changing booths, wearing a forest green mini dress, a yellow poofy and puffy skirt down to your knees, along with black boots, some white elbow length gloves, and to top it off a brown denim jacket, and a straw sunheat.

…

[1/2]

[2/2]

“How do I look?” you ask.

…

Everyone looks away, giggling to themselves.

> + 5 MORALE TO ALL CREW MEMBERS

“I-“ Winona bites down on the changing booth door. “… I think it looks good.” Some tears come out of her eyes. “C-… could use some trimming down I think.”

“I went too far, didn’t I,” you say bluntly.

“No, no…” Ingrid guffaws, then bites down on her arm, trying to look you in the eye. “I thi- I think you got a thing going.”

> “Just help me choose something and let’s go.”
> “Fine, I’m buying this, let’s get out of here.”
> “Forget it, I’m going back to professional.”
> Other

>> “Just help me choose something and let’s go.”

>> “Just help me choose something and let’s go.”

Elbow-length gloves and straw hat sounds more like vet territory Elodie...
> “Just help me choose something and let’s go.”

> “Just help me choose something and let’s go.”

> “Just help me choose something and let’s go.”

> “Forget it, I’m going back to professional.”

>“Just help me choose something and let’s go.”
Have we checked if Sherbrooke High's tanks are dire tanks?

Yes, they're tanks, only dire.

...

Unless they field Pic related we will make it work somehow.

>inb4 Magical Girl outfit

> “Just help me choose something and let’s go.”

“Just help me choose something and let’s get out the fuck out of here.”

“Now, now,” says Stack. “I’ll help you choose something a bit more you, Ellie. Y’all just stay right where you is, and we’ll be right back.” She pushes you on the back, directing you to some of the clothes racks. More sensible options compared to this.

Why did you even choose any of this, this is an absolute farce! You don’t know anything about fashion!

“To be fair,” says Stack as she pulls out a very comfy looking blue blouse. “I think you’re onto something with that jacket. Maybe we’ll get something that breathes a bit better in the summer heat, sweetie.” You roll your eyes.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“Hey, you gave us a good laugh!” says Stack. “Don’t beat yourself up, not everyone can be so fashion conscious like me!” Stack places her hand on her chest, grinning. “You’re looking at the Hugo Boss matre dee girl of fashion in all of Texas!” You stare at her. That… that wasn’t even comprehensible.

-

-

The five of you leave the store, wearing nice new casual clothes. Stack had chosen out that blue blouse, along with the brown denim jacket, and a pair of white short shorts and black thigh highs for you to go along with the boots. All in all, it honestly doesn’t look half bad. “See, what I tell ya?” Stack nudges you on the arm.

Winona smiles. “Well, Ellie! I think you look great. And since you took the vacation just for us, how about you lead us to our next destination? Where do you want to go?”

> Tank HQ
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Lunch
> Other

>> Embark on a Subquest ( “If Adventure has a name…”)
Or maybe try to unlock Stack loyalty quest.

...

We need another crew don't we? Lets find one.

I can support this!

Supporting:

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

>> Lunch

... and possibly
>"If Adventure had a name..."

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

-

-

After a light lunchout at Chick-Fil-A, the five of you meet with Kathy Wheeler in the park, playing around with her (increasingly) big horde of dogs. “Oh hey!” Kathy smiles at you all. “How’s the haps, you enjoying those tanks?”

“Yeah,” you say. “The tanks we recovered are gonna be great for what we need. We’re ready for another adventure below decks however.”

Kathy nods. “Alrighty!” She reaches into her leather jacket pocket, then pulls out a map. “Here’s my thinking! You know the Lake here in the park?” You all look out over at the lake. Lake de Grasse, a large lake which is deceptively deeper than most people think, hence why Regina and her crew were busy patrolling it on a dinghy. “This lake probably has more treasures than we might be aware of. I mean, there was a whole tank down there, who knows what else could be there!”

“So you think there could be more?” you ask.

“Well, probably not tanks, but- think about it. Treasure chests, useful salvage? Maybe a dead body!” A few girls look at Kathy as they walk by. You look over at them, and they quickly run away. “Come on! You got a bathing suit? Let’s go diving!”

> “Do you have another idea?”
> “Alright, fine, but I don’t have my bathing suit so I’ll just stay above water.”
> “Sure, I’ll get my PA to bring me my bathing suit.”
> Other

>“Sure, I’ll get my PA to bring me my bathing suit.”
"Why is it so... stringy, Elodie?"

>> “Sure, I’ll get my PA to bring me my bathing suit.

> “Alright, fine, but I don’t have my bathing suit so I’ll just stay above water.”

> “Sure, I’ll get my PA to bring me my bathing suit.”
It's time to hunt for booty!

And treasure too!

> “Sure, I’ll get my PA to bring me my bathing suit.”

-

-

Denise arrives at the park on her kettenkrad. Strapped to the rear is a saddlebag containing various bits and items. “Hey, Ellie! I got the bathing suit that you requested!” She hurriedly goes to bring you your standard school swimsuit. “I will say though, I’m a little disappointed you didn’t let me get you a bikini or something, I think you’d look great!”

“Yeah, let’s uh…” Kathy, Winona, and Stack all grin happily at the thought of you in a bikini. “Let’s not.”

After you quickly get changed, Kathy presents you an oxygen tank and a mask. “Remember SCUBA practice?”

“It’s mandatory, everyone Naval Studies student knows SCUBA,” you say. “Right, Denise?”

“What does SCUBA stand for?” she asks.

“… nevermind.” You sigh, the two of you start walking off into the water. “Don’t take any big risks, okay?”

“I know how to SCUBA, we’ll be back!” She waves at your crew.

“Good luck!” yells Winona. “We’ll be waiting up here for you!”

Slowly, you immerse yourselves into the dark warm waters of Lake de Grasse. Ugh, you’re ruining your hair, you just got it cut! You just realized that! Oh well, you can style it later before practice maybe. The lake is still astonishingly deep. You don’t want to do too much before practice, who knows what Miss McPherson wants you to do.

> Go into deeper waters, that’s where they found Cupid the Sherman after all.
> Stick to the shallows, safety first.
> Other

> Stick to the shallows, safety first.
Much as I want to go into the deep water. I would like to avoid an early disaster.

> Go into deeper waters, that’s where they found Cupid the Sherman after all.
No risk, no reward.

>CAPTCHA: Select all images with rivers
IT'S A SIGN

>> Go into deeper waters, that’s where they found Cupid the Sherman after all.

Maybe we'll find the remains of a graduating class' prank?

> Go into deeper waters, that’s where they found Cupid the Sherman after all.
Time to find the best treasures!

>> Stick to the shallows, safety first.

> Go into deeper waters, that’s where they found Cupid the Sherman after all.
Elodie has GUTS!

>Go into deeper waters, that’s where they found Cupid the Sherman after all.
There are no fingerprints deep underwater. Nothing to tie one to a tank. If you seek adventure, all you need are your instruments of SCUBA.

You'll need your O2 tank (check), depth meter (check), goggles (check), snorkel (check), bikini (...)

ELODIE YOU HAD ONE FUCKING JOB!

> Go into deeper waters, that’s where they found Cupid the Sherman after all.

tfw schteel kills elodie and the quest just ends here

> Go into deeper waters, that’s where they found Cupid the Sherman after all.

Nothing ventured. Nothing gained.

> Go into deeper waters, that’s where they found Cupid the Sherman after all.

Well, no guts, no glory. You direct Kathy down into the darker depths of Lake de Grasse. She turns on a waterproof flashlight for the two of you and scans ahead. Nothing but the rush of water and the company of trout and salmon around you to keep you company. For now, all that you find at the bottom is sand, driftwood, some fish, and that’s about it. The Lake itself is actually surprisingly well taken care of, kudos to Regina and Naval Studies Rescue.

However, Kathy shines her flashlight on something. The to of you swim over to it, and find what appears to be something buried under the sand. The two of you start sweeping away the sand with your arms. It’s some sort of chest!

… THERE’S A FUCKING TREASURE CHEST IN A LAKE ON A GODDAMN ACADEMYSHIP HOW THE FUCK

The two of you are quick to hook it up onto cables, where Naval Studies Rescue has kindly offered to pull anything up that you find.

The two of you breach the surface, and Naval Studies Rescue’s dinghy dredges it out for you on the shore. All of you crowd around the mossy, but relatively intact black chest. “Whoa! I didn’t think there’d actually be a treasure chest!” Kathy admits.

“Wh-“ You blink. “Then why did we dive down there!?”

She shrugs. “I like seeing you in a swimsuit.” You roll your eyes. “Come on!” Kathy gently pushes you. “We found something! This is history! Now bring me a hammer so I can break this shit open.” Denise pulls a hammer out and hands it to Kathy. And to that, Kathy raises the might up high, and smashes the lock open.

And inside the chest is…

A 50s shirt dress, some notebooks and papers, drawings, photos, toys and… huh?

“This doesn’t look like treasure,” says Stack.

[1/2]

[2/2]

Kathy gasps in surprise, then her eyes glimmer with sparkles of joy. “This is the LGA Class of 1951 time capsule! Oh my God, they said this thing was lost ever since they tried to dig it up in the 70s! Look at this!” She pulls a class photo out, showing off the properly dressed and proper LGA girls in much more older and vintage (but recognizable) uniforms. “This was when LGA was still segregated! And when it was still nominally a Military Academy as well! Oh my God!” She gasps, gently placing the photo back. “Oh my God, do you know how much the museum is going to pay for this!? I could get us almost half a hundred K for this!”

Winona rifles through it, then finds a Colt M1911 inside of it. “… why is there a gun in here?”

“Oh, back before the Schoolship Reforms of 1972, Naval Studies students were allowed to carry personal sidearms,” says Kathy.

“That seems a little extreme,” says Winona.

“Oh, whatever, so…” Kathy grins. “What do you think, 60-40 in favor of moi? I think since I was the one to provide the gear and all…”

> “50-50.”
> “Fine, 60-40’s fair.”
> “I’d rather in favor of me.”
> Other

>> “50-50.”

> “50-50.”

> “Fine, 60-40’s fair.”
We admittedly haven't been giving Kathy much from our hauls, we can throw a bone.

> “50-50.”

>The to of you
> The two of you
>The two of you
>The two of you

never repeat smelly feet schteel

> “I’d rather in favor of me.”

>> “Fine, 60-40’s fair.”

you're a bunch of fuckin' kikes
we've taken half the shit we've found with kathy, let her have SOMETHING for once

> “Fine, 60-40’s fair.”

1. 60-40
2. 50-50

Rolled 1 (1d2)

fuck i forgot the dice.

1. 60-40
2. 50-50

yeah that's what we said

Fortune smiles upon Kathy.

> “Fine, 60-40’s fair.”

“Let’s do 60-40,” you say. “That should be fair.”

“Awesome! I get to cash out on something for once! I’ll have a word with the museum tomorrow, we get our money AND-” She pets the head of Rhys, her Kuvasz dog. “You’ll get your share, alright?” You nod. “Alright! Until then well-“

“Whoa, check this out!” Stack holds up a photo, showing a photo of what appears to be a small Tankery team. “Look at this! It’s LGA’s Tankery team!” The girls are all unknown to you, but in the background are a pair of tanks, an M4 Sherman, and a Churchill I tank. “That’s got to be Cupid, and that has to be Earl, right?”

“Maybe, I didn’t think Cupid was with LGA that long,” you say. “They say Cupid was a memorial in some noname town in Germany before he came over.”

“Cool…”

You check your watch. By golly, it’s actually just about time to get to practice now. “Hey, Kathy, we should be getting to practice.”

“Right!” Kathy slams the chest shut, snubbing your crewmates. “Alright, girls. You’ll get to see the rest of this at the museum. You have fun at practice!”

-

-

Your Cromwell rolls along the street to the Tank HQ, where the other crews have all already gathered. “You know.” Josephina looks up at you. “It’s been quiet lately.”

“Well.” She looks up at the sky. “Shouldn’t the boys have tried to bomb us by now?” That-… oh, wow, that’s right. Where are they!? You all look around.

Oh fuck, now you’re all paranoid.

Josephina quickly rolls the tank inside, then parks it alongside the Pershing and the Churchill. Denise, having ridden along dismounts with you, and you all move to gather around Griselda as she announces the practice schedule. “Alright everyone, here’s the deal. We won’t be practicing with our tanks today, because we’ll be practicing with Miss McPherson.” Standing next to Griselda is Miss McPherson herself, wearing a blue jumpsuit and folding her arms. Her greying hair is tied back into a ponytail as well. “Miss McPherson?”

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