>>37222627
>> Call a friend (who?) and wallow in your collective misery.
Call my mum

>>37222627
>Get some breakfast.
Is it 10 AM yet? If it is, we should just go to McDonalds and get like five Mc1035s, they're awesome for hangovers.

>>37222627
please give us a couple hours heads up OP

> Shower.

>>37222627
Shower

>>37222627

>Shower

>>37222627

You crawl out of bed as slowly and quietly as humanly possible, shielding your eyes from the thermonuclear explosion outside.

You turn your door handle and open the door the whole way, cringing at the loud creak the hinges produce, and continue through to the bathroom which, thankfully, is open.

After undressing yourself, you step into the shower and receive a shock at both the noise the water makes when it hits the floor like thousands of tiny snares, and the temperature of the water.

In your state you react considerably quickly to the fact you're standing under an icy shower and start backwards before whacking the hot tap.

Satisfied that you're not going to die of hypothermia, you stand under the water and let it run over you.

...

Fifteen minutes pass, and you've still not touched your shower gel. You've just been stood here, staring blankly at the shower wall.

> What to do?
> Actually attempt to clean yourself.
> Sod it, it's good enough. (Make breakfast or call a friend?)

>>37222896
>Actually attempt to clean yourself

>>37222896
> Actually attempt to clean yourself.

And then, breakfast time. (If we manage to hold anything down, that is...)

>>37222896
>> Actually attempt to clean yourself.

>>37222896
> Actually attempt to clean yourself

>>37222896

You grab one of your various bottles of shower gel or shampoo - what it is, you don't particularly care at the moment.

Your eardrums feel the assault of mild noise once again as you pop open the lid. Gah, that really doesn't get any easier.

You rub the gel into your skin and roughly attempt to get all the important areas.

A few minutes later, and you decide that'll do. You do, however, feel a bit ill.

> What to do?
> Eat breakfast, you're probably just hungry.
> Don't eat.
> Call a friend. (who?)

>>37223089
> Call a friend. (who?)
Emily, see if she's suffering as bad as we are

Also drink lots of water.

>>37223089
> Eat, we're definitely going to feel better
The only sure way to prolong a hangover is to not eat or drink anything.

>>37223089
> Call a friend. (who?)
Emily. See if she wants to have breakfast with us.

>>37223089

After drying yourself off and putting your pyjamas back on, you shut the curtains in the main room, and locate your phone, making sure to turn the brightness on the screen down.

You decide to call Emily, and see if she's suffering as badly as you are.

...

She's taking a while to pick up, so you put the phone on loudspeaker on the counter, and pour yourself a glass of water before drinking it.

You're - you're not sure if this water is actually making things any better.

The dial tone stops, and Emily's croaky voice comes over.

"N-Nina?"

Jesus christ, even that's too loud. You turn off the loudspeaker, and hold the phone at a distance from your ear.

"Hi, Emily." You moan in response, before belching a little. Oh god. "I was wondering if you want to come around for br-" OH GOD NO YOU'RE DEFINITELY GOING TO

You hold your hair behind your head with one hand and clench the phone in the other, as you rush back through to your bathroom. You throw the toilet lid open, and-

"Nina? Are you still there?"

-spew.

"Oh no! Nina, please!" You hear the phone being dropped on the other end, and feet pattering as she scampers to her own bathroom.

...

You think the worst has passed. You stand up, cringing at the smell and the taste in your mouth before flushing the toilet followed by some bleach.
You choose to brush your teeth too, to get rid of that god-awful taste.

> What to do?
> Call a friend. (Who?)

>>37223486
Drink more and get a light meal for breakfast, then go over and see Emily.

Where did all the other players go?

>>37223649
Exactly what I was wondering.

>>37223695
Well the lurkers and shy players are usually intimidated by write-ins and no options, and there isn't much of a goal or focus that we know of for today other that "deal with hangover"

>>37223486
Get breakfast.

>>37223649
I don't care who we talk to so I went to go do some stuff around the house.

>>37223486
Make some poached eggs and drink more water, ye fecking cunt. Can't ye handle yer damned whiskey?
Wait... "champagne?" Yarharharhargh!

>>37223486
Eat. Fucking. Food.

>>37223486

You decide that it's probably best to try and stomach a little more food, and end up eating a slice of toast with a little glass of water.

As you chew through your breakfast, you realise Emily probably could do with a hand if she's feeling anything like you are.

You dress yourself, decide that your bad hair is good enough for today as long as you tie it back, and head outside to the rest of the dorms.

As you walk along, shielding your eyes from the harsh winter sun still low in the sky, you see Georgia, the M6 commander, stood outside her dorm's door, resting on the railing with a cup of coffee in hand.

> Talk to Georgia?
> Y
> N

>>37223842
>Y
but quietly

>>37223842
>N

>>37223842

> Y
See if we can find out more about getting them new crew.

>>37223842
>Y

>>37223842

You elect to talk to Georgia - quietly, of course.

You let out a weak greeting as you walk towards her, to which she responds with a slow nod of the head.

"You don't look great, Nina," She says. "Pretty pale."

Slowly, quietly, you explain the mornings events to Georgia, who shares in your suffering. Gradually though, the discussion turns to the night before.

"So, about getting us that new crew member..."

You start to pay attention, remembering last night's obligation.

"I should probably tell you we're only really looking for a junior, and we were brainstorming a couple of ideas where you could find one last night."

"Go on." You whisper, trying your best to focus.

"The engineering girls are probably our best bet," She says. "What, with them using machines and stuff already. I'd bet they're fairly strong too, which is what we need for our loader - well, assistant loader."

You nod.

"You could try at one of the gyms or fitness clubs, the girls there are probably pretty strong and fit." Georgia continues. "Or finally, I reckon you might be able to try and just advertise all over the ship, see if that gets anyone's attention."

You nod more, trying to commit all of this information to your memory.

"I'll see what I can do, Georgia, but one of my crew needs a hand at the moment."

She nods, understanding. "Alright, bye Nina."

...

You arrive at Emily's dorm, but decide that instead of knocking it'd probably be kinder to just send her a text to let her know you've arrived.
You type out your short message, and send it.

You hear a loud ringtone from the other side of the door, followed by a loud groan mixed in with a sob.

A few seconds later, and the door opens to expose a pale, dishevelled Emily on the other side who takes a couple weak steps forward before collapsing onto you with a moan.

>>37224244

The two of you spend some time feeling sorry for each other and eventually you finish feeding Emily the same toast and water meal you ate personally.

You sit on the edge of her bed, and turn the conversation towards actually doing something today to distract yourself from the hangover.

"I bumped into Georgia on the way here, by the way." You say.

"...Georgia? Georgia who?" Emily responds weakly, before propping herself up onto her elbows.

"Georgia Hayes, M6 commander - I was talking to her last night. Anyway, I agreed to help her find another crew member - they're one short."

"Oh, okay. I guess you want me to come with you then?" She sits herself up a little further.

"Yeah, please. I'd enjoy the company."

"Is anyone else coming?" She croaks.

> Is anyone else coming?
> Kate
> Jess
> Both

>>37224257
>Neither.

>>37224257
>> Kate
She was the only one not drunk, we need someone unaffected by the devilry that is hangovers.

And unfortunately my sleep cycle is all sorts of fucked up and I need to get some sleep now, thanks for the thread so far SS, I look forward to catching up on it.

>>37224257
Both

>>37224257
Kate's the only one not drunk but we can't leave Jess so

> Both

>>37224257
>Both
And for the love of god we need to eat REAL FOOD.
The hangover won't get any better from just toast and water.

test

>>37224257

"Yeah, let's gather the crew. Might as well see how the other girls are faring."

You help Emily get dressed, and head over to Kate's dorm.

...

You knock softly on Kate's door. As far as you're aware, she didn't get drunk last night, but you knock softly for your sake, not hers.

Surprisingly, the door swings open, and Kate steps out with a menacing grin.

"Hi, Nina!" She says, loudly and enthusiastically.

You and Emily both cringe, and you hear a groan come from within the dorm.

"Ah, Emily! Nice to see you too! Jess came around to see me; apparently she's not feeling too great. You two are looking a little under the weather yourselves!" She grins, widely.

"Kate, plea-" You moan, covering your ears with Emily following suit.

"Wow, guess that drinking six or so glasses of champagne each was a bad idea."

Yeah, alright Kate, I get it.

She ushers you in, and you take a seat as she keeps feeding Jess toast, and some sort of blue liquid.

"Wh-what is that stuff?" Emily asks, pointing to the drink.

"It's my hangover cure!" Kate practically yells, causing the three of you to wince.

"What's in it?" You whisper, hoping she'll adopt the same tone.

"That's a secret!" Wow, she's really enjoying this. "I'll get you some, anyway." She leaves the three of you alone as she goes to her kitchen.

"She's been doing this ever since I came by." Jess speaks up. "I mean, the food and that blue stuff has helped but she's still having too much fun with this."

Kate comes back in, a cup in each hand, and hands both you and Emily a cup of the mysterious liquid.

"Drink!" She orders, and you do so. You can't quite place the flavour - it's like fruit but not quite.

You explain to Kate and Jess the plan for the day, and they both agree to help you out, even if Jess was rather more reluctant than Kate.

> What to do?
> Ask at Engineering.
> Ask at the Gym.
> Advertise around the ship.
> Other.

>>37224629
>> Ask at the Gym.
we might as well see if we can join up too, we need to get /fit/ as well

>>37224629
> Ask at the Gym.
Lift some weights while you're at it. Scrawny loaders are dead loaders!

>>37224629
> Ask at the Gym.

>>37224629
>Ask at the Gym.
By the way, I'm gonna say it now.
We should be either straight, or tanksexual.
It'll prevent waifuing, and waifuing would get fucking BRUTAL in a Quest with an all female cast.

>>37224834
>he doesnt remember the waifu war of LGA

>>37224834
I wasn't even thinking about waifuing until you mentioned it.

>>37224834
>It'll prevent waifuing
hahahahahahahaha

nah, just get it out of the way now and not cause any problems with it building into something stupid later.

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>>37224834

>>37224852
I fucking DO remember. That's my point. I want to prevent it completely. Of course it doesn't help that the whole thing with Kitten reeked of lesbians right out of the gate.
I suppose we could go full "beautiful and unique snowflake" and be an aromantic asexual. Or just harem protagonist level oblivious.

>>37225015
>I want to prevent it completely
You can't without completely removing it from the quest, which just ain't going to happen.

It's best to get it out of the way quick and painlessly, or better yet, already have an established LI so you don't have to fight through the trenches in the first place.

>I suppose we could go full "beautiful and unique snowflake" and be an aromantic asexual. Or just harem protagonist level oblivious.
Yeah nah, we're in (presumably) a all girls school, that ain't happening.

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>>37224834
>tanksexual.
Even the canon tanksexual is lesbians.

>>37225124
>already have an established LI so you don't have to fight through the trenches in the first place.
Okay. So you're saying we have to be both straight AND have a boyfriend back home.
>>37225231
That's because Nishizumi-dono is a tank.

>>37225268
>Okay. So you're saying we have to be both straight AND have a boyfriend back home.
No, don't put words in my mouth.

Don't fight it anon, we're lezing this place up.

I'll just line up behind whichever LI is getting the most votes when the time comes. I'm only here for the tank combat.

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>>37225268
>boyfriend back home
>stopping anyone from waifu warring

>>37224629

You set out from Kate's dorm and head over to the school gym, Kate leading the way smugly with the three of you in tow.

Oddly enough, the gym onboard Scarridge High is actually an outside commercial affair, and not run by the crew of the ship itself.

...

You arrive at the gym. It's a pretty impressive building - two stories, and glass fronted. A large sign displays the name and logo of the gym - "Planet Fitness."

The four of you walk in through the automatic doors, where a young woman dressed in purple and yellow greets you and welcomes you to the gym.

"Hi!" She starts, loudly and cheerfully, causing the three of you to wince and elicits a smirk from Kate. "Welcome to Planet Fitness - no gymtimidation, no lunks!"
She clicks her fingers and winks. It seems pretty well rehearsed.

"I take it you four are here to ring in the New Year and get in shape, huh? 'New Year, New You!' and all that?"

Kate, Jess and Emily shake their heads, leaving you to explain.

"Actually, we're here on a bit of a recruitment drive. We're looking to pick up a new crew member for the tankery team."

"Oh, you four are tankers!" You nod. "Great! That's awesome for health, I hear. Alright, I can set you up with a thirty day free trial so you can have a look around, how does that sound?"

"That sounds fine, thanks."

You spend the next few minutes filling in various forms, before receiving a membership card and being allowed into the gym.

"Remember - no judgement!" The receptionist calls after you.

Inside, the gym is decorated entirely with a rather garish purple and yellow colour scheme. The gym itself is packed with girls, probably here as part of a new year's resolution.
The air is filled with the sound of many girls running of treadmills, their feet hitting the floor in rythm to the music, backed by the whir of the electronics.

Jesus, you're not sure where to start.
2011 characters ;-;

>>37225365

> What to do?
> Look around the cardio machines.
> Look around the isolation machines.
> Look around the free weights.

>>37225380
>> Look around the cardio machines.
start with this

also stop shitposting on /fit/

>>37225380
>Look around the cardio machines.
Loaders aren't all muscle.

>>37225405
>SkinnySkeleton
>stop shitposting

He's like a shark, man. If he stops, he dies.

>>37225291
>Don't fight it anon, we're lezing this place up.
Fine. Then our waifu needs to be STRONG LIKE TANK.
>>37225380
>Look around the free weights.
MUH GAINS!

>>37225380
> Look around the free weights.

>>37225380
>Look around the free weights.

What's our team's biggest baddest gun, Skeleton?

>>37225635
So far, the biggest gun you've taken notice of belongs to the M44 Tas.

>>37225380

You walk over to the double rows of treadmills and inspect the people running on them.
The vast majority are on the heavier side of normal, but a handful of girls range between average and pretty thin and shapely.

As you stand around, inspecting the gym, another lady dressed in purple and yellow approaches you.

"Hi!" Jesus, why are they all so enthusiastic? "I see you're looking at the treadmills here, let me show you how they work!"
She grabs Jess by the arm and leads her over to the treadmill. Jess looks slightly offended, and the three of you follow.

She plops Jess up onto a treadmill, and quickly demonstrates a few of the functions to her and sets her off before leaving to check on the rest of the gym.

The four of you stand in silence as Jess carries on jogging awkwardly.

> What to do?
> Check another section of the gym? (Where?)
> Get on a treadmill too.
> Talk to one of the girls on the treadmills. (Any body type in particular?)

Yes, I know free weights won, but I was nearly finished writing this.

>>37225689
>> Get on a treadmill too.

>>37225689
> Check another section of the gym?

Free weights.

>>37225689
>Get on a treadmill too.
Someone will come over to correct us. We'll talk about the loading with that one.

>>37225689
> Check another section of the gym?
weights.

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>>37225433
>Loaders aren't all muscle.
Hah, good one.

>>37225365
>it's a planet fitness
dear god this poor ship

>>37225689
> Check another section of the gym? (Free Weights.)

>>37225663
How big we talkin' here?
>>37225786
They aren't JUST muscle. They have to not only be able to heft that big heavy bullet, they have to be able to do it all day long, and quickly.

>>37225953
The M44 Tas uses the 7.5cm Kwk 42 cannon.
Although, I suppose you could argue that the SU-85 has a better gun.

>>37225992
Okay, so we don't have any crazy STRONK chicks on the team?
Darn.

>>37225689

Kate pulls the stop cord on the treadmill, allowing an out of breath Jess to dismount it.

You lead the girls away from the treadmills and over to the free weights area. The wall has a single, long mirror along its entire length, and many dumbbells sit in racks underneath it.

Fewer girls are here than on the treadmills, and they aren't quite the muscular beasts you were imagining in your head. Most of the girls look in pretty good shape with nice, toned bodies, but they aren't handling any real weight.

A couple of girls in the corner, however, look more like what you'd expect. They have very defined arm muscle, as well as subtle six packs.
They both seem to be giggling and laughing to each other as one picks up a pair of heavy dumbbells, and the other prepares a camera.

> What to do?
> Keep watching the two in the corner.
> Look at the other girls.
> Pick up some weights yourself.
> Check another section of the gym? (Where?)

>>37226038
Eh, the 75mm ammo the M44 uses weighs about 14kg, so they'd be pretty strong to keep it going throughout a match

>>37226046
>> Pick up some weights yourself.
> Keep watching the two in the corner.

>>37226046
>Keep watching the two in the corner.

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>>37226046
> Keep watching the two in the corner.

>>37225953
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ns5NJVa_XKo

>>37226082
>>37226046
sounds good

>>37226103
fuck that looks sweet

>>37226046

Picking up a couple of the light dumbbells from the rack, you and your crew begin experimenting with the weight whilst you watch the girls in the corner.

The girl with the weights lies back on the bench and waits for conformation from the camera girl in the form of a thumbs up before she starts pressing the weights and yelling at the top of her lungs at the top of each rep.

It's sort of distracting, but you carry o-

JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS THAT NOISE

A siren starts blaring throughout the gym, virtually incapacitating you, Emily, and Jess, and even forces Kate to cover her ears.
Over at the treadmills, you see a girl fly off the rear end in shock.

The two girls burst into laughter, dropping the weights. You look over to the source of the noise. "Lunk Alarm!" The sign reads.
Does- does this place seriously have an alarm if you make noise? What the hell sort of a place is this?

Eventually the noise subsides, and your hearing slowly returns as the ringing in your ears retreats.

> What to do?
> Talk to the two girls.
> Keep lifting weights.
> Talk to one of the other girls.
> Check another part of the gym. (Where?)

>>37226634
Talk to the two girls.

>>37226634
>Talk to the two girls.

>>37226634
>Talk to the two girls.

So a "lunk" is someone who screams when lifting? You learn something new evert day.

>>37226833
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXP6WaVTJpM

>>37226634
> Talk to the two girls.
Damn, I missed so much of the session.

>>37226833
The "lunk alarm" is just one of the many terrible things about planet fatness.

>>37226833

"A word made up by Planet Fitness used to describe one who grunts, drops weights, and judges."

>>37226634
> Talk to the two girls.

>>37226848
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVVjF8S3gzE

>>37226634

You rerack your weights and head over to the two muscular girls.

Their laughter subsides as they see you approaching. "Are you here to chuck us out, then?"

"Nope." You respond. "What did you just do?"

They start laughing. "That thing up there is the 'Lunk Alarm' - it goes off whenever anyone grunts, or drops weights or anything."

"Isn't that... pretty normal for a gym?"

"Yep. This place is ridiculous. No way anybody is ever getting strong here, they might as well just get rid of their weights entirely."

Hang on. If nobody gets strong here, how are they so strong? You pose the question to her.

"Ha! No, we didn't get like this here. We go to another gym, run by students." She gives you some directions to find it. "Drop by some time if you're serious about putting on some actual muscle!"

"I'll think about it. Anyway, I'm from the Tankery team -"

"Oh!" The girl says, and nods in recognition.

"-And we're looking for a new loader. Reckon you're up for it?"

She shakes her head and grimaces.

"Sorry, but no. Me and Chloe do everything together."

> What to do?
> Excercise at the gym.
> Talk to one of the other girls at the gym.
> Check another area of the gym.
> Go to the student gym.

>>37227138
Kinky
> Talk to one of the other girls at the gym.
Let's see who we meet.

>>37227138
Student gym hooooy

>>37227138
> Go to the student gym.
GETTIN' RIPPED

>>37227138
>> Go to the student gym.
and ask them if they know someone interested too.

>>37227138

You head back over to your friends who seem to be having some sort of curling competition.

"Alright, I've picked up a lead on where we might find ourselves a loader. There's a student-run gym not far from here that doesn't have-" You point at the alarm.
"-that god-forsaken thing, and apparently has some prettty strong people."

You turn to leave, but notice that they're all looking at you, expectantly.

"What?"

"Your turn. We've been having a contest, and I'm winning so far with ten kilos - your turn."

She hands you a twelve kilogram dumbbell.

> What to do?
> Take the contest.
> Go to the other gym.

>>37227426
>> Take the contest.

>>37227426
Take the contest

>>37227426
>Take the contest.

>>37227426
> Take the contest.
Fine, FINE!

>>37227426

You lock eyes with Kate, grasp the dumbbell by the centre and yank it from her hands.

Then nearly drop it as gravity yanks it from you.

Alright then, time to do this thing.

You turn to face yourself in the music and strain as you struggle to raise the weight.

You feel the blood in your face start to pound as you work, and a hiss of air escapes your lips.

However hard you're trying, you just can't lift it.

> What to do?
> Give in.
> Push it to the limit!

>>37227613
Give in. Dying isn't the answer. Neither is a hernia

>>37227613
> Push it to the limit!
But no further, gotta know when you're beaten.

>>37227613
>Push it to the limit!

>>37227613
>> Push it to the limit!

>>37227657
DYEL BRAH

>>37227613
> Push it to the limit!

Ok. But if we end up hurt then can't compete it's gg

>>37227613

You feel the force building inside you as you tense every muscle you know you have.

Your head points itself upwards towards the ceiling, and your arm begins to shake and feel tight.

It seems to be working though, the dumbbell has moved up another few inches!

One... last... push!

> What to do?
> Give in.
> HUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

>>37227722
>> Give in.

>>37227722
Give in

>>37227722
> HUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

>>37227722
> Give in.
C'mon now.

>>37227722
>HUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

>>37227722
> HUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

Man fuck that bitch ass alarm bell we're never comin back here again anyway

>>37227722
>HUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
Thank God and the Tank Fairy we chose a tank whose shells have a low weight.

>>37227722

Gah! It's no good, you're not going to get this any higher without breaking something.

You let your arm flop, and your grip weaken, and the load on your arm suddenly lightens as the weight leaves your hand.

Oh, Jesus. You just dropped the wei-

NOT AGAIN

The siren fills the air again, causing a bruised and battered girl to fly off a treadmill a second time, and the four of you scurry out of the gym, covering your ears.

"And don't come back!" The receptionist shouts after you.

...

After distancing yourself sufficiently from the gym, you bask in the silence.

The silence is soon broken, though, by Jess.

"I'm starving. Can we visit a cafe or something before we go to the other gym?"

Emily nods in agreement, and pats her stomach.

"That's not a bad idea, actually." Kate adds. "You're not as hungover any more - it'll do you good to get some food in you. We've got maintenance later today."

Wait. You have maintenance today?

"Did you not know we had maintenance?" Jess looks at you. Clearly, she could read your expression. "We've got training Mondays and Wednesdays, and maintenance Thursdays, remember?"

"I do now." You laugh uncertainly. Jesus, this isn't good for a commander.

"Anyway, are we going to a cafe or not?" Jess speaks again.

> Are we going to a cafe or not?
> No.
> Yes.
> Get something on the way to the gym.

>>37227722
> Give in.

>>37228064
>> Get something on the way to the gym.

>>37228064
> Get something on the way to the gym.

>>37228064
Get some food on the way to the gym

>>37228064
> Yes.
Gyms are overrated.

>>37228064

> Get something on the way to the gym.

>>37228064

"We'll just grab something on the way."

Jess looks a little dissapointed, but Emily and Kate seem satisfied.

...

You stand outside the McScarridge - Scarridge's own mostly student-run fast food chain. Like most things on Scarridge High, the actual budgeting is mostly managed by the school, but students fill most other job positions.

You decide on a Large Mark, Emily a quarter-pounder, Jess some fries and Kate opts not to eat.

...

You arrive at the gym, which is rather less impressive than the Planet Fitness. A small sign indicates to a flight of stairs, leading you down to below ground level.

As you step inside, the atmosphere is a long way from the Planet Fitness. The gym is far smaller, appearing to consist of a few small rooms.
One apparent difference is the reduced number of cardio machines and increased number of weights.
Only a few people seem to be inside.

You explain your situation to the tatooed girl behind the desk who eventually allows you to go in for a while.

> What to do?
> Talk to the girl by the dumbbells.
> Talk to the girl by the power racks and barbells.
> Talk to the girl by the cardio machines.

>>37228726
> Talk to the girl by the cardio machines.

>>37228726
>> Talk to the girl by the dumbbells

>>37228726
>Talk to the girl by the cardio machines.

>>37228726
Barbells

>>37228726
> Talk to the girl by the dumbbells.

>>37228726

You decide to talk to the girl over by the cardio machines. She seems exhausted and sweaty. Probably just finished a run or something.
She seems to be pretty well built, with rather impressive definition on her arms and legs, but she's not quite as big as the other girls in the gym.
Either way, she seems like the sort who would make a decent loader.

You and your crew walk over to the girl who doesn't notice you until you say hello.

Oddly, she doesn't return your greeting, and looks at you and your crew like a startled deer in headlights.

Ah. In retrospect, that wasn't quite the most tactful way you could have introduced yourself to a complete stranger at the gym.

"I-" What are you? A- a talent scout? Yeah, that's what you are! "I'm a talent scout for the tankery team!"

She looks you over for a couple of seconds.

"Nope." And then climbs onto a treadmill.

Aw, she's going to be difficult about this, isn't she?

"Why not?"

"Why would I just sign up onto the tankery team? I don't even know what I'm going to do, or what I'm going to drive." She presses a button and starts jogging.

> What to do?
> Keep trying - persistence is key.
> Give up, try another girl.

i apologise for the hangover if anyone is playing the dropped trip drinking game

>>37229226
> Well, are there any tanks or positions you might be interested in then?

>>37229226
> Give up, try another girl

>>37229226
> Keep trying - persistence is key.
>"We need a loader for an M6."

>>37229226
>Keep trying - persistence is key.
"It's a M6, and you aren't going to drive it."

>>37229226
> Keep trying - persistence is key.

>>37229226

"Look, we need a loader for one of our new heavy tanks, the M6." You start. Time to turn on the charm.

"And honestly, we've been looking all over the school and we just can't find anyone in good enough condition to fill the role. We need someone like you - toned, fit, athletic!"

She appears to consider it for a moment.

"Sorry, not happening. Goodbye." She puts her headphones in and ramps up the speed on her treadmill.

Damn. Guess it's not happening with her, then.

As you stop to think about what to do next, you notice the girl who was by the isolation machines leaving, and also that the receptionist is looking your way.

> What to do?
> Talk to the girl by the dumbbells.
> Talk to the girl by the barbells.
> Talk to the receptionist.

>>37229478
>Talk to the receptionist.
I sure hope she doesn't tell us to lift or the hell out.

>>37229478
Barbell Girl.

>>37229478
> Talk to the girl by the barbells.

>>37229478
> Talk to the girl by the barbells

>>37229478

You choose to go to the girl by the barbells. She looks pretty big, especially in her legs. Goddamn, dat ass.

She sees you approaching in the mirror, and reracks the bar from her back.

"Speak."

Wow, Jesus, she's blunt.

"I'm from the Tankery team and I wa-"

"Not interested." She says, before picking the weight up and placing it onto her back once more.

Dumbfounded, you aren't quite sure how to respond to that.

> What to do?
> Keep trying.
> Move on.

>>37229758
She has dat ass, we must try!
>Ask how long she's been training here.

>>37229758
Ask her about her routine.

>>37229758
>Ask her about herself, maybe introduce ourselves properly first

>>37229758
> Keep trying

>>37229758
>Keep trying
Quick introductions followed by why you're doing this. She seems to be a very direct person

>>37229758

"So..." You start, unsure of where to go. "How long have you been training here?"

She's starting to become visibly uncomfortable with the conversation. "Three years, including this one."

"What year are you in?" You ask in an attempt to make conversation.

"Junior."

"Ah." You pause and look back to your crew. Kate notices you struggling, and comes to your aid.

"So, what's your routine?" Kate asks, leaning up against the power rack.

The girl is starting to look even more uncomfortable talking to the pair of you.

"SS - I, uh, Starting Strength." She starts to stutter.

"Ah, cool!" Kate smiles at her, "You look good. What's your diet?"

"Y-you too." The girl mutters.

You and Kate exchange a confused look as she turns bright red.

"I-I'm sorry, I have to go now." She reracks her bar, grabs her bag and notepad, and swiftly exits the gym, leaving you in a state of confusion.

Kate looks at her watch and back to you.

"We've only got half an hour until maintenance. We should probably get going before Demi tears our throats out."

You grimace. You're going to have to turn up empty handed today. At least you have until next Monday.

> What to do?
> Talk to the girl by the dumbbells.
> Talk to the receptionist.
> Head to maintenance.

>>37229758
>> Keep trying.
this>>37230140
At least she might know someone interested.

>>37230195
>> Head to maintenance.

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>>37230195
tfw no autist lifting gf

> Head to maintenance.
lest we face the wrath of Demi.

>>37230195
Aww, poor socially awkward girl with the great ass. We'll see her later I'm sure!
> Talk to the girl by the dumbbells.

>>37230195
Maintenance. We don't want to die from the psycho

>>37230195
>Send Kate after her.
>Head to maintenance

>>37230195
> Talk to the receptionist.
Just a quickie before going!

>>37230195

You all turn and hurry out of the door past the receptionist who opens her mouth as if to speak. If she was going to say anything, she missed her opportunity.

Spurred onwards by the unseen force of Demi's potential rage, the four of you practically move at a canter from the gym to the Tankery Grounds.
When you arrive, you're on the cusp of panting.

As you look around, you see a couple of crews, namely Demi's crew and Katherine's crew, have already brought their tanks out into the yard to begin maintenance.

You and Kate follow suit and begin to drive the T-34/57 out into the yard, whilst Kate takes Emily to grab the various jacks and tools you need to perform work on the vehicle.

> What to do?
> Clean the outside - Make it presentable.
> Clean the inside - Make it comfortable.
> Clean the gun - We don't want to lose any accuracy.
> Clean the viewports.
> Clean the road wheels and service the engine.
> Service the radio.

>>37230716
>> Clean the road wheels and service the engine.
>> Service the radio.

>>37230716
We haven't done much with the tank since we last cleaned it so we don't need to do the outside or tracks.

That leaves the engine, radio, viewports, and inside.

>>37230716
> Clean the viewports.
> Clean the road wheels and service the engine.
> Service the radio.

Who cares if Demi complains about appearances? We want to win and to do that we need a functioning tank.

was looking at t-34 variants and found this
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T-42_super-heavy_tank

>>37230716
> Clean the outside - Make it presentable.
No more being yelled at for missing this!

>>37230841
Service the Engine

>>37230716

You and Kate work on the screws holding the engine deck cover to the chassis, whilst Emily and Jess maneuver a hoist in to raise the plate.
You lift it off, and stare at the bare engine and machinery, then come to the realisation that you have no idea what any of this, or what it does.

Some searching in the tank later turns up a small manual, written, thankfully, in English, describing the basic components and functions of the engine.
There was a larger book, but you don't yet have time to read through that monster of a book.

You check the various belts on the engine, and replace the slightly worn timing belt.

The oil levels in the engine seem okay, and you finish up your work on the engine by sealing it beneath the engine deck plate once more.

> What to do?
> Clean the outside - Make it presentable.
> Clean the inside - Make it comfortable.
> Clean the gun - We don't want to lose any accuracy.
> Clean the viewports.
> Service the radio.

>>37231166
>> Clean the outside - Make it presentable.

>>37231166
Clean the gun

>>37231166
> Clean the gun - We don't want to lose any accuracy.
Soviet steel is not to look pretty, soviet steel is to work!

>>37231166
> Service the radio

>>37231228
>>37231232
We did that already and haven't fired a shot since. It should be fine.

>>37231166

Next, you decide to put some work into the main gun. It's mostly clean already since last time, but a little carbon has sweated from the metal, and small particles of dust have built up in the rifling.
You use a tool which is essentially just a rag on a stick, and some light oil to clean the barrel.

Now that the gun has been doubly cleaned, it feels smooth to the touch, and leaves nothing but a little oil on the finger.

> What to do?
> Clean the outside - Make it presentable.
> Clean the inside - Make it comfortable.
> Clean the viewports.
> Service the radio.

>>37231297
>> Clean the viewports.
>> Service the radio.
Eye and Ear are important.

>>37231297
Service the radio

>>37231297
> Service the radio.
Sounds dirty.

>>37231297
> Clean the viewports
> Service the radio.

Can't we just speed this up and do it all?

>>37231351
Yeah, considering there are four of us, two can service the viewport and two can check the radio.

>>37231297
Didn't we need to rig up an optics solution so we could command from the loader seat?

>>37231479
We can't even fix an engine ourselves. We'll probably have to get someone else to do it.

>>37231297

You decide to split into pairs, leaving Emily and Kate to handle the radio, whilst you and Jess clean the various viewports.

Progress is fast enough on the viewports, but Emily and Kate are spending quite a while going back and forth between the wires, antenna and set in an effort to optimise the radio.

Whilst you have been working on the tank, all of the other crews have since arrived, and have started working on their tanks.

You check your watch. Ten to eight. Maintenance officially ends at eight, and now most of the crews are packing away their various cleaning bits and bobs - Demi's crew is already driving the SU-85 back to the sheds.

> What to do?
> Talk to a crew. (Specify.)
> Help tidy up.

>>37231585
>> Help tidy up.

>>37231585
Clean up Clean Up everybody do your share.

>>37231585
> Talk to a crew. (M6)

>>37231585
> Talk to a crew.
Tell them we looked high and low and couldn't find anyone who wanted the job. Hopefully they'll have better luck.

>>37231585
> Help tidy up.
Of course.

>>37231730
The M6 crew that is.

>>37231585
>Help tidy up.

>>37231585

You call a wrap on cleaning the tank, and begin to wheel away the hoist from the tank with the assistance of Kate.

Jess and Emily gather the small tools for now, and clear the way to the sheds from the T-34.

After pulling the hoist into the shed, you hop up on top of the turret, as Kate climbs into the T-34 through her own hatch. You give a sharp whack to the top of your turret to give Kate the signal to start the engine.

You hear her press the clutch, and then the growl and roar as the engine bursts into life.

The vibrations of the tank roll up through your arms and spread through your body. You don't think the feel of the tank will ever get old.

...

You finish packing away the tank and tools, and venture away from the Tankery Ground as a crew. The time is roughly quarter past eight. Time to head back to the dorms for some tea.

> What to do?
> Go to someone's dorm. (Specify.)
> Invite someone to your dorm. (Specify.)

>>37232020
>> Invite someone to your dorm. (Specify.)
If M6 Crews or their TC still around, it might be best time to re-discuss our recruitment strategy.

>>37232043
sounds good to me

>>37232043
I can dig it

>>37232020
>>37232043
Sure.

Couldn't post for a while there, annoying.

>>37232020

You say goodnight to your crew, and rush ahead to catch up with the M6 crew.

"Georgia!" You shout from the back of the group. The crew as a whole turns around to look at you as you move through to Georgia.

"Hi, Georgia. I was wondering if you wanted to come 'round mine tonight, to discuss this loader business?"

She grimaces.

"Sorry, Nina, I can't really. I have something with the girls tonight. We can chat on the way to the dorms, though."

And the two of you walk together, a little ahead of the rest of the M6 crew, as you tell her about the different girls you met at the gyms.

"Honestly, Nina, I'm not sure if they're the sort of people we need. But keep up the good work, try chasing up the girl who ran away!"

You nod, say your goodbyes and go your seperate ways.

...

You lock you dorm door behind you, rather more sober tonight than you were last night. You make yourself a light evening meal of chicken salad, then watch some television.
Nothing particularly interesting is on, and you're sorely in need of sleep so you quickly finish your meal and go to bed.

> Any end of day actions?

>>37232549
Hmmm, not really. Suits me well since I gotta leave now anyway, so thanks for the thread.

>>37232549
Midnight push ups, as always.

>>37232549
Just straight to bed, then.

>>37232549

You drop to the ground, and start your regular midnight pushups.

Fffffiiiffty-threeeeee.

You stand up, change into your pyjamas, and climb into bed before falling asleep.

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>>37232715
Thanks for hosting OP

>>37232715
thanks for today, boss.

>>37232715
Thanks for running, boss.

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>>37232715
WooHOO! I made it in....fuck.

Hopefully see you Friday, boss.

And pic related because its not a Cute Girls doing Cute Things in Tanks without it.