>>33493340
> Answer the Door

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>>33493340
> Answer the Door

>>33493340
> “Go away, Waltraud!”
Hee.

>>33493340
>Answer the Door
"Waltraud, what the hell? It's FOUR O'CLOCK!"

>>33493340
>> Answer the Door
Naval studies is suffering. We should totally recommend it to Griselda.

>>33493340
> Answer the Door
Jesus Christ why?

>>33493438
Long hours of hard work, intense studying, and little time for interaction with anyone other than fellow frustrated girls.

... I like it.

>>33493340
Greetings from Florida.

I just noticed in the shops when we sell the extra parts make sure to also sell the 75 43/L

We have two extra ones that were originally used for the panzer iv and stug we don't need them anymore so we can sell them for a bit more cash.

Also I think the stug is elite now German.
Also guys remember to grab more loyalty quests

> Answer the Door

You throw the door open, surprising Waltraud, Eleanor, and Wilma. They are all ready and willing in their Naval Studies Uniforms, with an armband with the NS Merchant sigil. You sigh, pulling away at some locks over your eyes. “… It’s four in the morning. Don’t tell me you guys actually get up this early to work.”

Eleanor Donnelly says, “Well, statistically speaking. It’s advisable to wake up at 4 in the morning due to the nature of our work which involves much heavy lifting around the ship. Today we have to move orders from Storage Lot A to top deck then-“

“No one asked, Ellie,” says Waltraud. Eleanor frowns, crossing her arms. Waltraud says, “Yeah. We do get up this early. What are you even doing here, Gertrude?”

“Well, decided to have a sleepover with Dales and Barkas,” you say. They all lean over and look past you to see Dales and Barkas lazily sleeping, their clothes half off and in shambles.

Waltraud nods. “Okay then. Well…” She grabs Eleanor’s wrist and checks the time on her watch. “We have twenty three minutes until we have to check in. So you might as well get ready. If you want, you can actually accompany us as Naval Studies Student, we’re always happy to give tours! I think Dales might have some uniforms in your size.”

> Go the Day as a Naval Studies Student
> No thanks, you like being General Studies
> Write in

> Answer the Door

>>33493551
>> Go the Day as a Naval Studies Student

We might grab engineering along the way

>>33493551
If we haven't done their loyalty yet then
> Go the day as a Naval Studies Student
else
> No thanks, you like being General Studies

>>33493551
> Go the Day as a Naval Studies Student
"Sure, sounds interesting. We'll leave Barkas back, though: she was up pretty much all last night and is wore out."

>>33493551
> Go the Day as a Naval Studies Student
That generic aura isn't gonna rub off on Gertrude, is it?
The things done for Loyalty.

>>33493551
>Go the Day as a Naval Studies Student
Fine, fuck it

>>33493551
>> Go the Day as a Naval Studies Student
Time to appreciate our good fortune.

>>33493551
For the first time in 103 threads, I finally catch it live. Aw yiss.
Also,
> Go the Day as a Naval Studies Student

>>33493551
>> Go the Day as a Naval Studies Student

> Go the Day as a Naval Studies Student

You and Dales hurriedly put on the uniform, which consists of a navy blue jacket with a red sailor collar over a white blouse, and a pleated dark blue miniskirt. It also comes with that cute little white hat sailors wear. You’ve always wondered what it was like wearing one. Now you know. Feels like a regular treat.

“Come on, come on, allez-vous!” says Waltraud.

“Hey!” you say, smiling. “I know what that means!”

“What does it mean?” asks Eleanor.

… damn it. You know what it means, but you don’t know the literal meaning. Fuck. You sigh as the Naval Studies Merchant kids giggle. You leave Barkas for now to sleep in, she’ll find her own way out. You carry your stuff in your bag while the Naval Studies Merchant kids pack relatively light with utility belts.

“Here,” says Dales. She hands you a very bright orange high-visibility vest. “It’s likely we’re going to be working a lot today. You sure you can handle this?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite
> Write in

>>33493798
>> Polite
We'll try not to slow them down too much.

>>33493798
> Boast
Bitch, Gertrude is like the second fittest girl in LGA

>>33493798
Can't be harder then running the pacer, Wendy's training, and taking planes from a demolishing building

>>33493798
Fucking hell Gertrude step up your French. If you know it's a demand to keep going, then shouldn't it be an easy jump to Go, You Bastard?

Anyway.

>Boast

>>33493798
> Boast
We're gonna work SO FUCKING HARD

>>33493798
> Boast
> "I can do anything seamen can do!"

>>33493798
> Boast
Then regret boasting later.

Also, with the Merchant's "loading" theme, and with Dales doing double duty as both Commander and Loader (there's no extra cheerleader to put in since a Sentinel AC IV can only fit in 4 people), there's a good chance that their Loyalty Perk might involve speed-loading in some way.

Like a watered down version of Lockdown, but with mobility not disabled and scaled down to three quick consecutive shots.

>>33493866
She should get private French lessons with Bernadette.

>>33493798
>> Boast

>>33493879
I hope we can get the engineering loyalty along the way

Mane get Disney and pinprick if we work at prep rally

>>33493798
>Boast

Trudy stronk!

Also /r/ing the 3dpd pictures of Trudy and co. (not the naked ones)

>>33493879
I could also see a perk where they basically efficiently pack and arrange all of the tanks' gear and ammo, giving everyone a passive bonus.

>>33493976
I think that money the Junior Council lent to Gertrude during Homecoming (20k, IIRC) would play a hand in fulfilling their Loyalty Quest.

>>33494192
Talking to them would play a hand in fulfilling their Loyalty Quest, too.

> Boast

“Come on! I’m Gertrude Pool! Sophomore Class President! Tankery Commander! I’m physically fit, I’m intelligent, and I’m charismatic as fuck!” You punch the air rapidly, grinning. “Fucking, who could stop me!?”

Waltraud shrugs. “I know one person.”

…

…

A quick breakfast of grilled cheese sandwiches and some milk is taken on the way down to the Storage Areas. Several dozen girls in Naval Studies uniforms clock in as they walk in with time cards. One that you actually lack. Oh well, maybe you can figure something out.

“Alright!” The foreman, a very leggy senior with red hair, freckles, and glasses addresses you. “Y’all have a neat bit of assignments today. First off, we have eight IBCs in Storage B, Lot 6 waiting to be moved top deck then delivered. Shift One will handle that and must have them up by approximately 11:30 AM. We have ten food packages that must be delivered as well, Shift Five will send them out no later than 3 PM today. Then Shift Seven will take three red containers addresses to Storage G Lot 2 from Storage A Lot 3. Time table for y’all will be down to about 1 PM as a deadline. Does any of y’all have questions?”

…

You raise your hand. Everyone looks at you. “Um… do we get paid for this?”

Everyone laughs heartedly, even the foreman giggles a bit. “Ah! You’re funny! Real funny! Now, go on. We ain’t got time for pussyfooting antics and if I see any of y’all making out in an empty container again, I’ll call down the NJP. Get to it.”

You look over at Dales as the Naval Studies Merchant kids start dispersing. “Right, which Shift are we?”

Dales says, “Shift One. Should be simple work.”

A few Naval Studies students walk over, stars in their eyes. Oh boy, fans. “Gertrude Pool! What are you doing here?”

> “I wanted to see what it was like.”
> “No idea.”
> “I was hoping to be paid. Ahahaha… aha.”
> Write in

>>33494270
>> “I wanted to see what it was like.”

>making out in an empty container again
Naval studies best studies

>>33494270
> Write in
I came to visit all of you

>>33494270
> “No idea.”
"Jumping in headfirst without thought or regards for safety."

>>33494206
Pretty much?
Approach them, talk for a bit, then they bring up that money matter to Gertrude if they think it's worth bringing up.

One does not necessarily exclude the other here.

>>33494270
Helping my friends

>>33494270
>“I wanted to see what it was like.”

>>33494270
> “I wanted to see what it was like.”

>>33494270
> "I wanted to make out with somebody in an empty container."

>>33494402
This

>>33494270
>> “I wanted to see what it was like.”

>>33494364
>saging LGA quest
It'll never work

>>33494270
> “I wanted to see what it was like.”
Just think of it as a Mike Rowe segment.

> “I wanted to see what it was like.”
> Write in

You shrug, giving them a winning smile. “I wanted to see what it was like, maybe help my good friends in Naval Studies too while I was at it. General Studies is nice, but it’s cool to see the working class of an Academyship from time to time.”

They sigh, dreamily.

Waltraud pushes them away. “Alright, get out of here, idiots.” They reluctantly leave you, but wave goodbye to you as they walk away. Another minute and maybe you would’ve been signing their panties or something. You wouldn’t mind that, now that you think about it, that’d actually be fun. As long as they keep it family friendly though.

Dales says, “Right. I just got what IBCs we’re picking up. #s 346, 261, 327, 626, 788, 112, 104, and 046. Now, it also says they’re light containers too.” The other Merchant kids quietly cheer, high fiving and the like. “So that means we can take on the forklifts, get them on dollies, then just head up the loading elevator. We should be done early.”

“Great!” you say.

“You’re not driving a forklift if that’s what you think,” says Waltraud. “First though, here.” She pulls up her smartphone. “I’ll send you a video to watch while we head up.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tqd4aPs5WTA

ohoho, you’ve seen this before.

…

…

“Right! Carefully!” you help spot for Eleanor as she loads one of the IBCs, a giant square metal container onto the dolly with the forklift. Light your ass, that thing is as big as you are. What the hell is in there? She carefully lowers the lift down onto the dolly, then you signal for her to stop. Then you signal again for her to back up. Slowly but surely, the crate is on the dolly.

Eleanor smiles. “Excellent!”

> “This is pretty busy work you all do.”
> “Mind if I give the forklift a try?”
> “So why Naval Studies Merchant, Eleanor?”
> Write in

>>33494654
> “So why Naval Studies Merchant, Eleanor?”

>>33494654
>“So why Naval Studies Merchant, Eleanor?”

>>33494654
DAMNIT KLAUS

> 'So why Naval Studies Merchant, Eleanor?'

>>33494654
> “So why Naval Studies Merchant, Eleanor?”
> "Tell me your secrets. You guys say you're boring but Dales can read books that I can't even understand. She's like the college level LeVar Burton."

>>33494654
> “This is pretty busy work you all do.”
> “So why Naval Studies Merchant, Eleanor?”

Seems like a good transition.

>>33494654
>> “So why Naval Studies Merchant, Eleanor?”
Show interest in the plebs.

>>33494654
>> “Mind if I give the forklift a try?”

BAD END

> “So why Naval Studies Merchant, Eleanor?”

You sigh, crossing your arms. “You know, Eleanor. This is pretty hectic. Why would you choose to do something like this?”

Eleanor shrugs as she parks the forklift, then kills the engine and takes the keys. “Well… I wanted to go on an Academyship, but being from a lower middle class family, I couldn’t really afford tuition as a General Studies student. So, I took up Naval Studies. My Dad happened to be part of the Merchant Marine anyway, so this is pretty much a nice transition.”

You nod. “Neat. It’s pretty hard work though.”

“It is, but Dales… well.” She points down to Dales, who dutifully points and directs other forklifts and Naval Studies Merchants where they should be going and what should go where. “Dales really loves this job. You see, a lot of freshmen see the Merchant kids first, the ones who move cargo from the docks onto the ship. Some of their first Academyship contacts are Merchant kids. And Dales really loves to make an impression on them.”

That’s an admirable thing actually. You say, “What, you think she likes kids?”

“I think she just likes making an impression on people,” says Eleanor. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted to be a teacher or something.”

“That’s downright admirable I think, I wouldn’t have the patience to be a teacher otherwise.”

Eleanor smirks. “I think you’d make a great teacher, Gertrude!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite
> Write in

>>33494953
> Polite
That's nice of you to say

>>33494953
>> Boast

>>33494953
> "Why so?"
I agree with Eleanor, personally, I'm interested in hearing why she thinks so.

>>33494953
> Polite

>>33494953
> Polite

>>33494953
> Polite

> Polite

“Oh, stop it. I ain’t got no tolerance for children like say… Kitten or Fairless or Oryola.”

“Who?”

“You know, Oryola.” You shrug. “Oryola Kuznetsov, really patient girl. KGB.”

“Oh! Her! Well, you know what, you’re not giving yourself enough credit. You like helping people I figured,” says Eleanor. “And that must translate into helping people succeed as well. Tell you what, Dales was considering going into Teach for America once she entered college. You should convince her, maybe you should look into it too.”

You nod, patting Eleanor on the head. She giggles as you fluff her hair a bit. “I’ll consider it.”

…

…

The loading containers are very easily sent up to the top deck via loading elevator in good time. You hadn’t even realized that it was only 11 O’Clock. You’re half an hour ahead of schedule. Of course, that meant lunch breaks. All around the loading area, Merchant kids sit down around machinery, around crates and containers, or set up little picnic areas to have their lunch.

Except for you. You never did get into the habit of bringing your own lunch.

“Yo!” You look over to see Dory and her girls plus Wendy come over with their boxed lunches. Dales walks over and they pull off a neat ghetto handshake. “Dales, great to see you. What’s Gertrude doing here?”

Dales happily says, “She wanted to see what it was like to be us for a day!”

Dory smiles, crossing her arms. “Well, I assume Dales just has you spotting for her. Besides, Merchant ain’t as hard as say Engineering.”

“Now don’t you go bringing interservice fights into this, Dory.” Dales gently punches her on the shoulder.

Dory looks down at you. “Say, where’s your lunch, Gertrude?”

> “Do you mind if I shared with one of you?”
> “I’ll find one.”
> “Hopefully Kitten and Fairless bring me one.”
> Write in

>>33495290
"I can just get one off one of my fans."

>>33495290
> "Hopefully Kitten and Fairless bring me one."

>>33495290
>> “Hopefully Kitten and Fairless bring me one.”

>>33495290
>> “Do you mind if I shared with one of you?”

>>33495290
> Write in ("Forgot to bring one.")

>>33495290
>> “I’ll find one.”

>>33495290
> “I’ll find one.”

>>33495290
>> “I’ll find one.”

Does... uh, does anyone other than the Naval guys know where Trude is? There might be a search party out for her.

> “I’ll find one.”

You stand up, smiling. “Um, I’ll find one! Somewhere… but yeah, I’ll find one!”

Dana Rockwell slides in, grinning. “You and me can share, Gertrude!”

“Yeah, no thanks, Dana.” She frowns. “Sorry. Just don’t mean to steal food from nobody. But I will find some lunch.”

Dory nods. “Alright.”

“Tell you what though,” says Dales. “Dory, did I tell you about what happened a couple of days ago?” Dory shakes her head as everyone starts settling down for lunch. “Two freshmen kids, they were fingering each other in one of the containers!”

pfffft

> Go get a lunch
> Talk to Someone (Specify)
> Call Someone (Specify)
> Consult the Shop (Specify)
> Other

>>33495290
>> “Hopefully Kitten and Fairless bring me one.”

They won't

>>33495636

No one does and no phone calls.

>>33495636
I'd think they would try calling her before sending out the search party.

>>33495666
> Other
TELL ME MORE

>>33495666
>> Go get a lunch

>>33495666
>> Go get a lunch
Despite this super interesting conversation, Trudy needs food in her gut

>>33495666
> Accept Dana's offer
Oh come on, she was being nice and wanted to make up for the whole nude picture thing.

>>33495697
Seconding. Does this happen often?

>>33495755
Yeah I'm okay with this

>>33495666
>Go get a lunch
>Talk to Someone (Dales)
"Does that happen often around here?"

>>33495666
> Go get a lunch
> Call Someone (Sophomore Staff)
Just a general heads up on what Gertrude's been doing, in case any of them are worried.

>>33495666
>> Talk to Someone (Everyone)
Regale us with tales of your freshmen sexcapades. Panty theft, sex in a shipping container, Naval Studies lead filthy, exciting lives below decks.

>>33495697
Yes...

>>33495697
This for the luls

> Go get a lunch

You and Dana Rockwell head to a little booth where lunch is being grilled Hot dogs with relish, mustard, ketchup, mayo, and everything. Perfect. As you wait in line, you decide to ask Dana, “So… does that happen a lot?” She tilts her head. “You know. The illicit stuff.”

Dana blushes a little, understanding. “Oh! Well… I just hear rumors. I mean, I can sort of understand it. You put frustrated women on their own away from family and give them lots of places to hide where they can… experiment somewhat?”

“You ever walk in on someone like that?”

Dana sighs. “I’ve walked in on my roommate more than once this year, and I do not want to talk further about that.”

You nod. “Fair enough.”

“Have you-“

“No.”

With that, you grab a hot dog and a can of soda then walk back over to the picnic area where the Merchant kids and the Engineering kids are settled down, laughing and gossiping. Dory says, “… and what, what happened?”

Waltraud says, “Fucking, they were sitting on top of each other, like legs locked and everything. And they were just snogging like fucking animals!” Everyone laughs. Slade in particular shakes both her fists as she chortles quietly. “Slade, what the fuck are you doing- AHAHAHAH!” She points at Slade. “That fucking thing with your fists!”

“Shut up!” says Slade, she shoves Waltraud back. “It’s a thing! Ahaha!” She continues shaking her fists as she laughs. “It’s a thing I do, okay!?”

You and Dana sit down. “You all seem to be having fun."

Dory says, “Oh, Gertrude. Sometimes you can only really entertain yourself at the expense of Freshmen like Dana and Eleanor. The stupid things they do, you know?”

Eleanor frowns. “Hey, I’m not gay!”

“Oh, give it another few months and you’ll wish you were,” says Slade. She looks over at you. “What about you, Gertrude? Got any funny exciting stories?”

> “… YES I DO!”
> “… nope.”
> Write in

>>33496098
>> “… YES I DO!”
We do right?

>>33496098
> "... YES I DO!"
This is the dirty working class. When in rome do as the romans do.

>>33496098
>“… YES I DO!”

>>33496098
> “… YES I DO!”

>>33496098
>> “… YES I DO!”
>Write IN
Unleash the fanfic.

>>33496098
> “… YES I DO!”
> The Fanfic.
Because, as embarrassing as it is, it's actually funny as hell.

>>33496098
> “… YES I DO!”
The fanfic, of course. Oh, and the letters.

>>33496233
we (anon) never see full content of that letter right?

>>33496297
I don't think so, just Trude's reaction to it.

>fanfic, letters, Fairless' drawing
And the times we walked in on Kitten.

>>33496363
Not that last part: those are Trude's precious memories.

> “… YES I DO!”

You cross your arms. “Well, I ain’t never walked in on no one flicking the bean…” They chuckle and giggle a bit. “You guys ever have fanfiction written about you?”

Dory quirks her brow. “Someone wrote fanfiction of you?”

“Okay, well, it’s a long story, happened god knows how long ago. I’m walking to school, okay? And I hear someone shouting and screaming. Turns out it’s this kid I know-“

“Is it me?” asks Dana.

“No, I won’t throw names for privacy sakes. Anyway, Pinkerton and O’Bannon are standing over her, reading from this manuscript of sorts. And this little girl, a freshman, is trying to grab it back. And I decide to help her because you know? Why not? I like helping people. And then, they showed me what it was.”

They all scoot in, curious. “What was it?” asked Dory.

“It was porn. Of me, and Fairless.”

[1/2]

>>33496488
[2/2]

…

Your laughter and your sides could be heard for miles. People turn their heads to look at you all writhing and holding each other as you laugh. “W-What?!” yelled Slade. “Fucking porn of you eating Fairless out like a French buffet?”

You shrug. “It was actually the reverse.” She shakes her fists as she laughs.

Dory says, “Oh god I’m crying!” She rubs her eyes.

Dales says, “Were your hips moving on their own!?” She laughs harder at the joke that no one gets but laughs at anyway.

“Oh jeez!” says Dana. “Even I wouldn’t do something like that, that’s terrible!”

You nod. “Yeah, yeah. Well, I confiscated it, I think. I can’t remember, but it was very embarrassing for her, me and Pinkerton and O’Bannon. The two of them were quite shocked by how graphic it was.”

“Ain’t that some high impact sexual violence!” says Slade.

Dory says, “Jesus, Gertrude. I can’t imagine getting something like that in the mail or something. That’s creeper as fuck.” She giggles a bit. “Honestly, though, you couldn’t have taken that shit lightly, right? I mean, I know you and Fairless might have a thing going but that’s some creeper nerd stuff.”

Slade nods. “Yeah, and when freshmen are talking that shit-“

Dory nods, agreeing. “And they’re talking that shit ‘oh, Gertrude and Fairless are such a cute couple,’ This is just the logical conclusion!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite
> Write in

>>33496511
>> Polite

>>33496511
> Polite

>>33496511
> "Is everyone really saying that?"

>>33496511
>> Polite

>>33496511
>> Polite

No commento

>>33496511
> Implicit

>>33496511
> Neutral
Neither confirm nor deny these rumors and speculations.
Neutral! JUST ONCE!

>>33496511
>"Really? What to they say about Kitten and me?"

I just realized we told Dana about the porn. The Dana who likes to gab.

... Ah, oh well, I don't think it'd surprise anyone to hear that it exists.

> Polite

“Oh, it was flattering,” you say. “But, yeah, kind of weird. As for the rumors, I honestly don’t mind them. Personally, I’d like to save relationships for when the tournament is finished and we win.”

Dory nods. “Right. But you should check yourself, Gertrude.”

Dales nods, agreeing. “Yeah, I mean, it’s nice to help people every once in a while. But you should look out for your own self too. I mean, what happens if we lose-“

“We won’t lose,” you say. “Let’s not talk about it now, alright?’

Dales checks her watch. “Right. Because it’s time to get back to work.” Everyone starts packing up. She looks down at you. “Gertrude, did you want to keep working with us, or maybe you’d want to go back to school? You can keep the uniform, I’ve got spares.”

> I’ll head back to school
> I’ll keep working with you.
> Write in

>>33496838
> I’ll keep working with you.
Trude doesn't leave anything half finished. Except school.

God, the makeup work is going to suck.

>>33496838
>I’ll keep working with you.

>>33496838
>> I’ll head back to school

We should head back.

Trudes grades are going into the gutter.

>>33496838
> I’ll head back to school
> Write in
Gotta make sure Barkas didn't get lost when she woke up. Besides, she's probably gonna visit the Library to get her script edited.

>>33496838
>> I’ll head back to school
Might as well

>>33496838
>> I’ll head back to school

>>33496838
>> I’ll head back to school
Don't want another work pack.

> I’ll head back to school

You pat Dales on the shoulder. “I’m actually going to head back to school, I might be able to catch French or something.”

Dales smiles. “Alright, Gertrude. Feel free to drop by my room any time you like, alright?”

You nod. “Thanks, Dales. You take care of yourself.”

With that, you leave the Naval Studies kids and walk onto school.

…

…

The walk to school is fairly long. But you arrive there, in time for French class even! Excellent. Or… excellente. However the fuck they say it in French. Though everyone is a bit confused as to why you’re wearing a Naval Studies uniform when for the past few months you’ve been General Studies. Though, nobody questions it.

Finally though, school ends. Your staff meets up with you outside of campus. “Gertrude!” Nancy and Lisa look a bit concerned. “We’ve been looking all over for you!” She tilts her head. “Where did you get that uniform?”

You smile, patting it. “Dales! I was working with her today!” Something you noted but did not want to say is the fact that it feels a bit loose around the chest. You sigh. “But anyway, you guys get up to anything good?”

Lisa shrugs. “Been fitting to study teams and the like. Other than that, not much else.”

“Where’s Kitten and Bernadette?”

Nancy says, “They went to Bernadette’s dorm.”

Lisa makes air quotes. “’Drawing lessons.’”

> Head Somewhere (Specify)
> Talk to Someone (Specify)
> Call Someone (Specify)
> Consult the Shop (Specify)
> Other

>>33497220
> Call Someone (Barkas)
> Head Somewhere (Library)

>>33497220
> Head Somewhere (Bernadette's dorm)

> Something you noted but did not want to say is the fact that it feels a bit loose around the chest.
Those perfect breasts of Dales.

>>33497220
>> Consult the Shop (Specify)
Sell 37 L/24, 40 L/43 & 42 L/70
Queue:
- M36B1 JACKSON (S) (M3 90mm): 15,000
- STURMPANZER IV SERIES FOUR (15 cm StuH 43/1 L/12): 3,000

>>33497220
>Head Somewhere (Fairless' dorm)

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>>33497220
>Call Someone (Barkas)
How's the play coming?

Also, pic related to my day

>>33497220
>Lisa makes air quotes. “’Drawing lessons.’”
Trudy isn't being NTR'd nopenopenope

> Call Someone (Barkas)
Did she get out okay?

>>33497220
>Head Somewhere (SpecifyBernadette's room)

For intense drawing lessons.

>>33497220
>Head Somewhere (Fairless' dorm)

Oh boy. Iw ant to knwo what they are actually doing.

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>>33497319

>>33497378
I'm gonna be straight up honest, to be honest: if given the choice between Trude/Fairless and Trude/Kitten, I'd actually much prefer Fairless/Kitten. I'd rather those two be happy and Trude sad than either one of them being sad. And Trude can rebound with Sealand.

In all honesty, I would like to see all three of them together. And Sealand as a pet.

>>33497378
This is what our indecision has wrought. We must live with it now.

>>33497220
>> Talk to Someone (Specify)
Lisa about the studied teams.

Focus, people! Waifus can come later.

>>33497424
>Oh boy. Iw ant to knwo what they are actually doing.
They're having a strategy meeting about Trudy and how to handle her density

>>33497452
>Sealand
>Not Clara

Sealand is housepet tier at best.

>>33497492
Sealand is headpat and cuddle tier.

... Which I suppose fits in "housepet tier". Huh.

>>33497492
>Not loving Sealand with all your body and mind

>>33497378
Man now I'm scared were going to walk into Kitten and Fairless making out

> Head Somewhere (Fairless’ dorm)
> Call Someone (Georgine Barkas)

You and your staff decide to head on down to Fairless’ dorm, see what’s what. On the way, you decide to call up Georgine Barkas.

“Hey, Gertrude, what’s up?”

“Just calling to check in, is your script being reviewed?”

“It is! I caught the Reading and Writing Club after school and now they’re reading through it, seeing if it’s anything worthwhile. Could take most of the day though, as this is a very very delicate process.”

“I’d imagine so. Well, good luck, okay? Call me when things are bobby, alright?”

“Righto!”

With that, you arrive at Fairless’ dorm. Nancy says, “Why the air quotes, Lisa?”

Lisa says, “Ain’t it obvious?”

“Not really,” says Nancy.

“Well, might be when we come in,” says Lisa. You walk up to the door and open it up. Bernadette and Kitten are at the table, drawing. Bernadette is leaning over Kitten’s shoulder, gently gripping Kitten’s hands and guiding them along as she draws.

“There…” says Bernadette. “And you don’t need to overdo it, just find a speed that’s good for…” They both look up at you.

…

Bernadette immediately lets go of Kitten’s hands and clasps them behind her back. “GERTRUDE, HI. UM. NICE SAILOR OUTFIT.” She smiles nervously, as does Kitten who meekly slides downward.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite
> Write in

>>33497599
They're both wearing Trude masks.

How can you say you truly love Sealand when you can't even remember her real name?
Wait shit, I can't either.

>>33497628
>> Boast

>>33497636

Rochelle Bates

I'm disappointed in you

>>33497628
>Boast

Hahahahahahaha

>>33497628
> Boast
Damn straight we look nice in this.

>>33497628
>> Boast

>>33497628
> Neutral
It's roomy in the tits department

>>33497655
I'm disappointed in myself, too.

>Boast
>"See, I told you she wouldn't cheat on me"

Maximum tease and implications.

>>33497628
>>Boast
>>"See, I told you she wouldn't cheat on me"

This is a bad, but fun idea. Bit oov, maybe.

>>33497628
> Boast
Damn straight, we make Naval Studies look good.

>>33497628
> BOAST
Ha ha!

Seriously, though, I would totally not be upset with a Fairless/Kitten ending if the menage a trois is impossible. Only somewhat sad.

>>33497628
> Boast
It's great to see them get along! Only a moron would find that untoward or whatever.

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>>33497628
>Boast
I feel pretty!

Oh so pretty! So pretty and witty and dense

>>33497628
> Boast

>>33497718

I would get angry. THough it's not as bad as Nancy/Anyone.

>>33497634
Actually they take turns wearing the trudy mask

>>33497837
W-why do you hate Nancy so, anon?

>>33497837

Stop bullying Nancy!

>>33497866
Because the true pairing for her is Nance/Everyone.

>>33497718
I would be okay with it if we ended with Trudy/Oryola

>>33497837
Nancy a innocent!

> Boast

You smile. “Thanks, Dales loaned it to me and I think it fits me like a charm!” You leave out the fact that it’s loose in the chest. “I probably look cute as a button!”

Kitten smiles, nodding. “You do, Trudy.”

“Anyway,” you say. “Just visiting for a bit. Seeing what’s what.” You sit down on her great big desk, crossing your legs. Nancy, Lisa, and Ramirez start settling in as well, looking around. “So, how are the drawing lessons going?”

Kitten says, “Well, we’re just getting into rough sketching and the like. I’ve been having some trouble with lines and keeping them straight.” She points her thumb back to Bernadette. “She’s been teaching me a whole lot. I gotta say, it’s quite fun. You should join us, Trudy.”

“Eh, if I get the time,” you say. “But for now, I am kind of busy these days.”

Bernadette says, “Actually, Gertrude.” She walks over, crossing her arms. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Everyone here calls you Gertrude, yeah?” You nod. “How come Kitten calls you Trudy?”

> Explain
> Let Kitten explain
> “In joke.”
> Write in

>>33497997
> Explain
>you can call me Trudy too.

>>33497997
>> Let Kitten explain

>>33497997
> Let Kitten explain
Can't be any worse than being covered in Kittens.

>>33497997
...I'd quite like to know that too.
>Let Kitten explain

>>33497997
> Let Kitten explain

Tell us a story.

>>33497997
> Explain

>>33497997
> Let Kitten explain
Tell 'em Kitten

>>33497997
> Let Kitten explain

>>33497997
>Explain

Kitten will distort the story, I bet

>>33497997
>> Let Kitten explain

>>33498091
>Kitten will distort the story, I bet

Then we shall correct her over our knee.

>>33497997
>Explain

>>33497997
> Let Kitten explain

> Let Kitten explain

You gesture to Kitten. “Kitten, explain to Bernadette why I let you call me Trudy.”

Kitten nods, smiling. “Well… it was when we first met. After I punched you in the nose of course.”

Bernadette blinks. “She punched-“

“Yeah, yeah,” you quickly. “On with it, Kitten.”

“Anyway.” Kitten stands up and walks over to you. “We were sitting outside the Principal’s Office, our parents had been called in to discuss the issue. And we were talking, a little, awkwardly.”

You nod. “It was bullshit that Kitten got suspended for a week for defending herself.”

“Yeah, and we eventually learned each other’s names. And I said to her, you know what I said? ‘Gertrude’s a stupid name.’”

Bernadette, Nancy, and Lisa chuckle at that. “Really?” says Lisa. “You said that.”

“I did,” says Kitten. “And she really hated being called Trudy for some reason.”

“Boys back then called me Trudy because they thought it was cute, and I showed them how cute I could be punching them.” You shrug. “Simple.”

“So, that’s where I started calling her Trudy.”

Bernadette smiles. “Neat story.”

> Drawing Lessons
> Get changed out of Sailor Uniform
> Head Somewhere (Specify)
> Talk to Someone (Specify)
> Call Someone (Specify)
> Consult the Shop (Specify)
> Other

>>33498337
>> Drawing Lessons

Keep the Sailor Uniform on

>>33498337
>Drawing Lessons

Time to join Kitten in more fairless time.

>>33498337
> Drawing Lessons
We're keeping that Sailor Uniform though

>>33498337
> Call Claire (Are Henrietta and Andrea still being snippy? Should I sleep with them to solve their problems?)

>>33498337
>Drawing Lessons
I suspect this will end terribly, but since when has that ever stopped us?

>drawing lessons

>>33498337
> Drawing Lessons
Yeah!

>>33498337
> Drawing Lessons
> Talk to Someone (Bernadette)
About Henrietta and Andrea. Are they still not on speaking terms with one another?

>>33498337
I support this >>33498420

>>33498337
> Drawing Lessons

> Drawing Lessons
> Talk to Someone (Bernadette)

“So, Bernadette. How are Henrietta and Andrea doing? They on speaking terms yet?”

You, Bernadette, and Kitten sit around the table with spare paper, pencils, and other stuff. Bernadette says, “Not really. Andrea told her about the whole family thing, and it seems like they’re pretty much divided even further. Shame really, I like those two, a bunch of dicks they are, they mean well.”

You sigh. “I’ll figure something out for those two.”

Kitten says, “Now, Trudy. You don’t have to help everyone.” Now that’s complete bullshit kitten that’s not how shit works fucking bullshit

Bernadette slides a piece of paper over to you. “Okay. How about you take it slow. Draw something… a tank? Let me gauge your skill.”

“Yeah!” says Kitten. “Draw a T-34!” You pull your smartphone out. “… from memory.”

Ah shit. Well. You pick up a pencil.

> Take it slow
> FUCK THIS SHIT, YOU’RE IN IT TO WIN IT
> Draw a different tank (Specify)
> Write in

>>33498599
> Take it slow
Let's actually follow directions for once.

>>33498599
> Draw a different tank (Kugelpanzer)

>>33498599
>> FUCK THIS SHIT, YOU’RE IN IT TO WIN IT

>>33498599
> Take it slow
Impress the girls!

>>33498599
>> Draw a different tank (Specify)
TOGTOGTOGTOGTOGTOGTOGTOGTOG

>>33498599
> FUCK THIS SHIT, YOU’RE IN IT TO WIN IT

>>33498599
> Take it slow

Trude is stupid so she can't exactly rush things. She'll be slow and stick her tongue out.

>>33498599
> FUCK THIS SHIT, YOU’RE IN IT TO WIN IT

>>33498599
>> FUCK THIS SHIT, YOU’RE IN IT TO WIN IT
>not picking all caps option

>>33498622
TOG is love, TOG is life.

>>33498599
> Take it slow
Art takes time.

>>33498599
>Take it slow

Deploy focusing tongue like Anon says here >>33498636

>>33498599
>Draw a different tank

Goliath

>>33498599
> FUCK THIS SHIT, YOU’RE IN IT TO WIN IT

>>33498599
>FUCK THIS SHIT, YOU’RE IN IT TO WIN IT

And then, Fairless-sensei teaches Trudy how to be ebtter ar art.

>>33498765
Unless your idea of Fairless-sensei involves a ruler and high heels while Trude is dressed like a Catholic school girl, I think Fairless would more be aggravated that Trude isn't following directions.

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> FUCK THIS SHIT, YOU’RE IN IT TO WIN IT

“HAHA!” You stick your tongue out as you start scribbling messily and amazingly like some sort of grade schooler. This drawing business has nothing on you! FUCK ART SCHOOL! EAT YOUR HEART OUT BOB ROSS!

…

…

Finally, after about a minute of drawing, you declare, “Done!”

Bernadette and Kitten look over your drawing. Kitten says, “I don’t know what’s funnier, the fact that this is how you do when rushed or the fact that you drew this from memory.”

Bernadette smiles at you. “Looks like you’ve got a natural talent in the making, Gertrude.”

You smile. “Awesome!”

> Head Somewhere (Specify)
> Talk to Someone (Specify)
> Call Someone (Specify)
> Consult the Shop (Specify)
> Other

>>33498859
>Draw someone.

Hahaha, trusy, you so boss.

>>33498859
kek

> Talk to someone (Henrietta)

>>33498859
... Actually, that isn't terrible for a minute of drawing and from memory. All those hours spent memorizing silhouettes paid off.

> Call Henrietta (You're meeting me for dinner and we're gonna talk about why you're mad after Andrea told you why she's going where she is)

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>>33498615
To demonstrate—

>>33498859
DAMNIT!

> Call Someone (Henrietta)

>>33498859
I'm back

Call team steel!
Call Lisa about the funding

Sell the Pak bundle and the extra 75mm 43/l

> Call Someone (Henrietta)

As Nancy begins cooking dinner for everyone, you decide to call up Henrietta.

“Hey, Henrietta. Are you there?”

“AAAAAAHHHH!” She cries. “GERTRUDE, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!?”

“Um. I can tell that you’re still sad.”

“CLEARLY! UHUHUUUU… GOD… I’M PATHETIC! I’M SOBBING OVER SOMETHING SO PETTY AND TRIVIAL AND IT FEELS LIKE A FUCKING KARDASHIAN DIVORCE!”

“Yeah, I don’t follow the Kardashians because, you know, sluts and whores?”

“WHATEVER!”

“Listen, do you need to come over, or something? You sound like you need some reconciliation or something. Whatever the word is.”

“FINE, FINE… I’M OUTSIDE THE CONVENIENCE STORE! IT’S JUST DOWN THE STREET, YOU KNOW THE ONE!”

You sigh as you hang up. Poor Henrietta.

> Head Somewhere (Specify)
> Talk to Someone (Specify)
> Call Someone (Specify)
> Consult the Shop (Specify)
> Other

>>33499136
>> Head Somewhere (Specify)

Convenience store

>>33499136
>Head Somewhere (convenience store)

>>33499136
Is this even a question?

> Head Somewhere (Convenience Store)

>>33499136
> Head to the convenience store (BRB guys, getting me a Henrietta. Anyone want anything while I'm out?)
Henrietta's in a glass cage of emotion.

>>33499136
>> Head Somewhere (Specify)
Go to the store

Tell Kitten and Fairless that we'll be heading out

>>33499136
>> Head Somewhere (Convenience Store)

>>33499136
> Head Somewhere (Convenience Store)
So I guess Andrea told her the reason for her college pick? Just to get the facts straight first.

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>>33499136
Oh for fucks sake, Henrietta.

>Head Somewhere (Liquour store on the way to Conveience store)
We're way too sober for this.

>>33499136
>Head Somewhere (convenience store)
Administer hugs, provide shoulder.

>>33499136
Sell excess tank parts
Buy comet and Jackson

Guys tomorrow is when the elite is done let's covert now

>>33499298
Let's not get the Jackson. There are no real advantages over the SHellcat.

Isn't today we get an answer for ace?

>>33499327
It's a lot powerful then the m4a3 Sherman 75mm gun

>>33499236
Veto on the liquor store. Unless it's the cornershop Sealand works at. In which case we'll put her in a brown bag and take with us.

>>33499383
The super Hellcat uses the Jackson turret and the 90mm. It was created as a prototype and is tankery legal, IIRC.

>>33499396
This is also a good plan.

>>33499413
Looks like a good excuse to field another 90mm gun on what chassis we have available to me.

Though, why isn't the Pershing getting any love?
It's still using a 105mm howitzer, of all things.

> Head Somewhere (Convenience store)

“I’m headed out you guys, I’ll probably be back later.”

Despite not wanting to get away from Nancy’s oh-so perfect cooking, you decide you need to help Henrietta this very moment. You put on your trenchcoat and don your scarf then head out.

…

…

“AAAAAHHHAAAAA!” You find Henrietta sobbing uncontrollably on a bench outside of the convenience store. Curious students and people walk by, occasionally glancing, but not stopping. Henrietta stuffs herself with a huge carton of vanilla ice cream, her cheeks and face covered with excess cream. She quickly picks up a can of whipped cream and immediately shoots it into her mouth. Her sobbing thusly is immediately silenced with the sounds of chewing and mumbling.

“Um,” you say as you walk up. “Henrietta?”

Henrietta looks over at you, her cheeks stuffed to explode and foodstuffs lining her cheeks. “Ffghah…”

“Swallow.”

She swallows deeply. “Fuck you want?”

“I want to help.” You sigh, then gesture at her. “Why the fuck are you eating ice cream? It’s like 40 degrees out here!”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT HOW COLD IT IS!” yells Henrietta. “THIS WAS OUR FAVORITE FLAVOR! AND NOW I CAN’T ENJOY WITH HER ANYMORE!” She continues sobbing. Oh god. This is pathetic. A freshman walks out of the store, carrying two more cartons of vanilla ice cream. You recognize that freshman as Rochelle Bates. She places the cartons next to her. “Ugh… thanks whatsyourface.”

Rochelle frowns, then looks up at you. She immediately smiles. “Oh, Gertrude! What are you doing here!?”

> “Here to help your senior.”
> “This and that.”
> “What are you doing here?”
> Write in

>>33499463
The irony getting another Pershing Chassis always makes me chuckle.

>>33499463
Actually, we should upgrade that to a 90mm. Good shout.

Also, have any of our indirect fire vehicles actually made /any/ kills?

>>33499478
> “Here to help your senior.”
> “What are you doing here?”

>>33499478
> "Here to help your senior."
> "What are you doing here?"
> "How's Model UN been lately, by the way?"
Yay, it's Sealand!

>>33499478
> “Here to help your senior.”
> “What are you doing here?”
How has Model UN been?

>>33499478
>> “Here to help your senior.”
> “What are you doing here?”

>>33499505
Not through indirect fire. But all of the tanks have at least one kill at this point.

>>33499478
>"Hi Rochelle!"
>“Here to help your senior.”
>“What are you doing here?”

Make sure we greet cutest girl by name.

>>33499478
>“Here to help your senior.”
>“What are you doing here?”

I ended up waking up just in time for Sealand, today couldn't get any better.

>>33499478
>> “Here to help your senior.”
> “What are you doing here?”
> Write in:

Pick up Sealand and take her home

>>33499478
>“This and that.”

>>33499543
Yes let's do that

>>33499478
> "Hi Rochelle!"
> "Wanna piggyback ride?"
We piggyback.

>>33499505

The Stupa killed a tank last match.

>>33499655
Perhaps a cunning ploy to take her home.

>>33499495
We already got three vehicles that can mount that kind of gun.

>Hellcat (in progress, 1 week conversion time)
>M4A3 Sherman HVSS (not yet queued, one day conversion)
>M45 Pershing (not yet queued, choice of 1 day or 1 week conversion depending on the model)

And that's not taking into account any potential engine upgrades and Eliting in the future.

I doubt the Senior staff will ever attain Elite status within the span of time we're working on, so I'll be satisfied with just a vanilla M26 for them to save money for Eliting and improved engines.

> “Here to help your senior.”
> “What are you doing here?”

You smile at her. She squeals at that, bouncing in place. “Well, I was just here to help our senior here, Henrietta. What about you?”

“Well, I was just passing by and Henrietta was sitting here crying and I felt so bad for her!” Rochelle pouts a bit. She looks down at Henrietta, concerned. “Do you feel better now, Henrietta?”

“NO!” she yells. “GET ME MORE ICE CREAM!”

You hold up your hand. “Don’t, just don’t.” You sigh as you and Rochelle sit on either side of her. “Listen, Henrietta. I can see this is really tearing you to pieces.”

“It is!” Henrietta wipes her tears away. “Me and Andrea have been together forever! I can’t imagine going to college without her! Hell, she’s like my fucking arm! I don’t want to lose her to a different college!”

“It’s not like she’s dying,” you say. You’re trying to grasp for straws here. You never were good at consoling people. “Look, Henrietta-“

“I don’t want her to go! She’s my only friend!” Henrietta buries her face in her arms, sobbing more quietly. Rochelle sighs, wrapping her arm around Henrietta.

> “You have to let go.”
> “Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”
> “Maybe you can convince her to follow you to Wharton.”
> Write in

>>33499745
>“You have to let go.”

This won't end well.

>>33499745
> “Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”

>>33499745
>“You have to let go.”

It happens, really. I miss some of my friends.

>>33499745
> “Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”
If it really means that much to you

>"You have to let go'"

Feels bad man. This hurt me a bit too, but I'm still friends with my old buddies.

>>33499745
>“Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”

>>33499745
> “You have to let go.”

It's not like you'll never see each org her again

>>33499745
>“Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”

>>33499745
> “Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”
Education is overrated anyway.

>>33499745
>> “Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”

Business school is for sissies

>>33499745
>“You have to let go.”

True friendship resists a short separation. Going to different colleges does not mean not being friends anymore.

>>33499745
> "You have to let go."
Social media is exceptional nowadays, and if she decides in the future that she needs to be with Andrea then she can try transferring.

>>33499745
>>“You have to let go.”
>> Write in
"Going your separate ways for college doesn't mean the end. of your friendship. You're not going to forget her and Andrea isn't going to either.

Like me, I would love to head to the same college as Kitten but if she found some place that she really wanted to go, I'd wish her the best of luck."

>>33499745
>“You have to let go.”
Did you think you would be inseparable for eternity or something?

>>33499745
> “You have to let go.”

>>33499745
> “You have to let go.”

>>33499745
> “Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”

>>33499745
>> Write in
Burst into song.

>>33499745
> "You have to let go."
It's not like you'll be completely out of touch with her, cellphones and e-mail exist for a reason.

>>33500058
Maybe she's shit at communicating long-distance. Or Andrea is.

>>33499745
> Write in ("Did she ever tell you her reason for picking Dartmouth?")
And I'm going to assume that in this situation Andrea already knows why Henrietta wants to attend Wharton.

Say, what is her reason for picking Wharton? Gertrude doesn't know IC.
Is it due to solely on the promise? I don't think that's a solid basis for her pick, IMO.

That said.

> “Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”
If it's fulfilling a promise and staying together that's more important for her and makes her happier, then by all means, follow her.

> “You have to let go.”

You sigh. “You have to let this go, Henrietta. It’s not like you’re going to be separated from her forever. It don’t mean that you’re going to just up and forget each other either.”

Henrietta quietly cries. “I…”

“Come on…” you scoot up next to her then let her start crying on your shoulder. “It’s okay… It’s alright. You know, sometimes I think about this when I think of Kitten. How she and I might go to different colleges even though for years we’ve been good friends. I want to wish her luck to wherever she goes. And at the same time, I want her to go to the same college as I do.”

Henrietta groans. “But… but… I don’t have any other friends like her.”

“Yeah. But if you two are as good friends as you say. Then you won’t let something like this separate you.”

Henrietta sighs. Then looks up. She quickly wipes her tears. “Oh god. You’re right… fucking hell you’re right. I’ve been so stupid!” She stands up, knocking over the cartons of ice cream. “Ah shit! Fuck it, you can have those! I- I- I have to go tell her!” She starts running off down the street.

> “Wait!”
> Follow her
> Don’t follow her
> Write in

>>33499745
>> “Maybe you should follow her to Dartmouth.”

Undergrad education doesn't really matter anyway

>>33500102
>> Don’t follow her

Thats a moment for those two alone.

>>33500102
>Follow her but be all sneaky like an such

>>33500102
>tfw you went to a different uni from all your friends
>tfw didn't make any new friends
>tfw got depressed and ended up not doing shit
>tfw failed all my classes anyway since I didn't even show up at exams
Following friends can be the best decision in every way.

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>>33500102
>Don’t follow her
> Write in
How are you doing Rochelle?

More time with cutest girl!

>Schlick

>>33500102
> Don't follow her.
> Look at Sealand. "Uh... so, I guess we're having an ice cream party at Bernadette's place?"

>>33500102
>Don’t follow her
We've done what we can, the rest is up to them. Now is time for Sealand!

>>33500102
> Don't follow her
We have a Rochelle to talk to.

>>33500102
>Take Sealand home

>>33500102
>Don’t follow her
>Time for quality time with Sealand

>>33500102
Oh! ohohohohoohooh! Upgrading my vote from this >>33500154
To THIS!!! >>33500160

>>33500102
>>33500160

Yeah

>>33500160
>>33500181
>'Hey Kitten, Bernadette, look who I brought home!'

We keep this up and those two are going to snap.

>>33500102
> “Wait!”
Hammertime.

>Write-in
Take Sealand hommeee...she'll taste great in a tub of ice cream....

>>33500221
If that's what it takes to force a resolution to this whole thing, then I'm all for it.

>>33500221
Sealand is for little sister activities, like hugging and petting. She doesn't compete with them.

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>>33500154
I imagine Rochelle looking like this.

Except without the penis and with a vagina.

Or with the penis too. I don't judge.

>>33500102
> Don't follow her
> Gather ice cream
> Take Sealand home

>>33500160
>sharing our new imouto with people right away
Sealand time first, other people second.

>>33500253
Besides, Trude needs help carrying the ice cream back.

>>33500221

They are going to put Sealand's head on a pike and stick it out of the tank HQ as a warning at this rate.

Maximum yandere route is a go.

>>33500102

>>33500160
Ice cream part with Sealand!

> Don’t follow her

You and Rochelle pick the ice cream up. “So um…” You look back. Henrietta continues to run, nearly slipping on a pool of ice. But she recovers and is up and around the dorm in no time. You look back at Rochelle, who simply smiles at you, a tub of ice cream in her lap. “What’s up, Rochelle?”

Rochelle smiles at you, apparently happy that you two are actually conversing. “Oh, not much! Model UN is much enjoyable these days now that Keegan is making everyone cooperate! Nobody bullies me anymore!” She is giddily kicking her little legs as she sits on the bench. “Other than that, it’s been pretty boring!”

You nod. “I figured.”

“Well, it’s getting late,” she says. “And… you should be going… home. And stuff.” She blushes a little, still smiling.

…

You say, “Want to have an ice cream party with me?”

She grins. “Yes!”

> Head to Fairless’ dorm
> Head to your dorm
> Head somewhere else (Specify)
> Write in

>>33500348
>Head to Fairless’ dorm
That's where the party is, right?

>>33500348
>> Head to Fairless’ dorm

More people more fun

>>33500348
> Head to your dorm

Sorry Kitten and Fairless, Sealand is going to win this shit

>>33500348
> Head to Fairless’ dorm
Don't forget to get whipped cream. And sprinkles. And caramel. And chocolate syrup.

Diabetes is for pussies.

>>33500348
>> Write in
Ask her to be our Tankery Mascot. When we meed Katy and Nonna again...it is on.

>>33500348
>Head to Fairless’ dorm

>head to fairless room

>>33500348
>Head to Fairless’ dorm
We don't want to give cutest girl ideas like we've given to others.

>>33500348
Dales dorm!

Their not very noticeable, maybe together they can help each other,

At least invite them!

>>33500348
>Head to your dorm
Sealand end is true end.

>>33500348
Can we invite naval merchants?

We need to convince one. To be a teacher!

>>33500348
>> Head to your dorm

Kitten and Fairless can deepen their relationship

>>33500370
>Diabetes is for pussies.
No, that's the whipped cream, anon.

>>33500402
Eh. We'll probably end up sleeping with her like we have all the rest anyways.

>>33500462
Yes, but if we do it as a girl pile it makes her feel welcome, just us and cutest girl may give her ideas as to our intentions to dating.

>>33500462
But Gertrude is a pure maiden and does not sex up ladies

Man, it's going to be hard for Trudy to explain bringing a cute girl back when she initially went out to help someone.

>>33500348
>> Head to Fairless’ dorm
NANCY DINNER WHY ARE WE MISSING IT?

>>33500501
We're talking actual sleep, pervert!
I bet spooning with Sealand would be amazing.

>>33500348
>invite naval merchants,

Got back but I'm kind of sad we didn't get engineers quest

>>33500501
Yes, but ladies don't seem to grasp this, so they keep trying to grasp us.