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71.0 - Something Besides Burgers
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    • [><] Talk to...
    -[><] Sveta
    -[><] Louise
    --[><] Their personal lives
    ---[><] Hobbies and interests
    ----[><] Volunteer yours - Exploring, a bit of climbing, hiking, swimming and generally sticking your nose into everywhere. Never gone diving yet though!
    As much as you'd love to continue talking about combat - the more knowledge from 'veterans' the better, you feel that Sveta isn't terribly interested in talking about it any more, and Louise definitely isn't interested in talking about it at all.

    "Well... hm... what do you do for fun?"

    "As in, around here?"

    "No, in general."

    "Well," Louise started, "I enjoy alpine skiing, polo, cricket, equestrian, and... well, I would enjoy fencing if Hanna didn't take every opportunity she got to destroy me in it."
    Hanna is the princess of Karlsland.
    Even her hobbies are disgustingly wealthy, both you and Sveta think simultaneously.

    But, then, I'm not much better. "I do anything that will get me out and about, not in the cities. Hiking, swimming, rock climbing, I went spelunking once, though I have yet to go diving."

    Sveta gives you the same look you and she gave Louise. You give her a slightly different look back. It's not like hiking is super expensive. It sure as hell is cheaper than buying and caring for a damn horse. You don't even like horses. They poop in front of you while on parade, they smell bad, and they bite and kick. Really they're just less dumpy-looking donkeys that neigh instead of hee-haw.

    [ ] Continue talking
    - [ ] About what?
    [ ] Timeskip
    - [ ] Bedtime
    - [ ] Next morning
    - [ ] A few days
    - [ ] A few weeks
    - [ ] Write-in (Less than 2 months)
     
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    • [X] Continue talking
    - [X] Romance! So, they got anyone?

    Given these are witches, 90:10 odds their crushing on another girl. :V
     
    72.0 - A Little Early For Shipping
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    • [><] Continue talking
    -[><] Romance! So, they got anyone?
    A thought enters your mind as you finish off your burger. A mischievous, absolutely devilish thought enters your mind. Something you really shouldn't ask until much later in your purely platonic relationship with the rest of your squadron.

    "So," you ask, in a completely non-teasing tone nope no sir, "Do either of you have anyone you... like... on base?"

    "Mh?" Louise asks, clearly not sure what you mean. Sveta either doesn't answer because she doesn't want to, or doesn't answer because she didn't hear you.

    "You know, anyone you like like. In a non-platonic way."

    Sveta heard that time as she turns her head to face you. The two witches ponder for a few seconds, and Sveta is the first to realize. She blushes intensely (though that's probably just due to her lacking any pigment to hide it), Louise sees Sveta's blush, realizes what you meant, and blushes as well.

    "No!"
    "No!"

    Their simultaneous answer is all you need to tell you they're lying. Your grin only grows wider as they continue to blush and stammer out words in their defense. You can't help it. You laugh at their reaction, first a light giggle, then a louder, more genuine wheezing laugh. Sergei was right. Teasing your squadmates is fun.

    ...

    By the time the three of you finish eating and talking amongst yourselves, it's gotten fairly late. Well, relatively fairly late. However, both Eli and the base commander insisted that you be back on the base before it gets too dark - witches you may be, but Caracas is still a dangerous city, even to those protecting it from certain annihilation.

    So, the three of you head back. You having little else to do, go to the sleeping quarters. The base is small, and the sleeping quarters yet smaller and more cramped - at the moment you're four to a room, with yourself in the room with the rest of the lowest-ranked witches in 50X Caribbean. None of them are in yet, but it's already very close to lights-out, so they'll be here soon.
    [ ] Timeskip
    - [ ] Morning
    - [ ] A few days
    - [ ] A few weeks
    - [ ] Write-in (Less than 2 months)
     
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    • [X] Timeskip
    - [X] A few days

    Zoosmell said:
    "You know, anyone you like like. In a non-platonic way."

    Sveta heard that time as she turns her head to face you. The two witches ponder for a few seconds, and Sveta is the first to realize. She blushes intensely (though that's probably just due to her lacking any pigment to hide it), Louise sees Sveta's blush, realizes what you meant, and blushes as well.

    "No!"
    "No!"

    Their simultaneous answer is all you need to tell you they're lying. Your grin only grows wider as they continue to blush and stammer out words in their defense. You can't help it. You laugh at their reaction, first a light giggle, then a louder, more genuine wheezing laugh. Sergei was right. Teasing your squadmates is fun.
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    Maybe we embarrassed them enough to forget the burger.
     
    73.0 - Advance of VIP
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    • [X] Timeskip
    -[X] A few days
    Four days later... You know I'm just going to stop counting kills because honestly I don't really care and there will be a lot of timeskips so
    Morning
    March 15, 2016
    7:30 AM, Caracas

    Time passes. And what a rough time it is. For four days straight, your days are completely occupied by fending off wave after wave of Neuroi bombers. The pacing and frequency of the attacks seems made specifically to give you all as little time as possible to rest between waves. You've even had to fly in a few night defense flights, much to your intense displeasure.

    Today, though, not a single Neuroi has left the hive. Unusual, but more than welcome as it has given Colombia in general and Caracas specifically time to make repairs and rest up, something you have taken advantage of - you actually woke up at the scheduled time to the sound of alarms instead of half an hour early to the sound of sirens.

    After a breakfast of what you assume are supposed to be crepes, you head out to the hangar and notice there is a lot of brass milling about the hangar. There are also several Karlslandic Me 535 Strikers in the hangar that weren't there before, numbered Geier 2 through 6 - though Geier 1 is conspicuously missing.

    Unfamiliar with the German language as you are, you shrug it off, slide into your Strikers, and head outside for morning patrol when you spot a truly gargantuan aircraft coming in for a landing. Escorting it is a pair of witches flying Raptor Strikers, a pair of actual F-22 Raptors, and led by a witch wearing red 535s.

    Holy sweet mother Orussia.

    Not only is the president of Liberion here, but she's being escorted by the princess of Karlsland.

    "What an odd turn of events this is," Eli says after rolling up beside you.

    "Lieutenant colonel? Why are they here?"

    "Well, President Shirley said yesterday that she wanted to take a look at how some of the harder-hit cities in the Western Hemisphere were holding up with the Neuroi, and Princess Hanna - sorry, Oberstleutnant Albrecht - is going to be the commanding officer of 50X Amazonas and was sharing a flight path on the way south tomorrow so she decided she may as well stop here, too. Her squadron came to see her off and bolster the area's defenses."

    As she finishes, the wheels of the enormous 747 touch down and the plane somehow manages to land on the runway without going off. Seems like the President, the Princess, and some high-ranking brass will be in town all day. Your takeoff has been effectively cancelled for the Liberion aircraft, and to give the 50X witches some much-needed rest. What will you do?
    [ ] Meet the upper echelons!
    - [ ] President Yeager
    - [ ] Princess Hanna
    [ ] Go into town
    - [ ] Park and relax
    - [ ] Mall and shopping
    -- [ ] For what? Write in
    - [ ] Mall and gaming - there were a few expensive-looking arcades on the mall map
    - [ ] Mall and eating
    [ ] Go somewhere nearby
    - [ ] Caribbean coast
    - [ ] Mountains north of town
    [ ] Hide from the cameras that are practically waiting to assault them
     
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    • anothe_idiot said:
    [X ] Hide from the cameras that are practically waiting to assault them.
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    The bracket isn't properly closed.

    [X] Hide from the cameras that are practically waiting to assault them.

    Cameras! Attention! Augh!

    President Shirley Yeager and First Lady Francesca Lucchini?
     
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    [X] Hide from the cameras that are practically waiting to assault them.
    No. of votes: 3
    anothe_idiot, obssesednuker, Wirdo

    [X] Meet the upper echelons!
    -[X] Princess Hanna
    No. of votes: 2
    Spectre, wingstrike96

    [X] Meet the upper echelons!
    -[X] President Yeager
    No. of votes: 1
    veekie

    [X] Go somewhere nearby
    -[X] Mountains north of town
    No. of votes: 1
    kilopi505

    Hiding from cameras. Also, check my trips.
     
    73.0 - Hiding from Cameras
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    • [><] Hide from the cameras that are practically waiting to assault them.
    The paparazzi swarm the two like flies before you even get a real chance to see them. The blend of rapid fire German, rapider fire Britannian, and rapidest fire Hispanic is so rapid, rapider, rapidest, and bunched together that you can barely tell one sentence of their questions from another - you have a sneaking suspicion neither could the President or the Princess when they first encountered this sort of thing.

    Screw it. It's too early to deal with this.

    "Lieutenant Colonel? Permission to be anywhere else but here?"

    "Oh? Paparazzi not your thing?"

    "No, ma'am. I do not like to stay in the attention of the media."


    Eli nods. "I know the feeling. And if I weren't obliged to be here, being the senior Liberion officer as well as the commanding officer of 50X Caribbean, I'd join you. But, alas! I cannot. And I still have other stuff to do after this?"

    "What other stuff?"

    "They're finalizing the name of the 50X squadrons today. I have to be there to hear it, I have to order all the patches, the jackets, the everything that has to do with the name change and the unit ID. All of it, and it'll pretty much be on me and Ruya to do it since the base commander can't be assed to help even a little."

    She pauses.

    "I'm actually starting to hope we get the big 501, that way we can get some better funding and defensive setups. Sure we're not in as historically an important area as 50X Syria, or as close to Liberion as 50X North Aztlan, but it'd still be nice."

    Again, she pauses.

    "By the way, where were you planning on hiding out?"

    Where were you planning on hiding out?
    [ ] Park
    [ ] Restaurant
    - [ ] Burgers
    - [ ] Something local
    - [ ] Something else
    [ ] Mall
    - [ ] Food
    - [ ] Shopping
    -- [ ] For what?
    - [ ] Vidya
    [ ] Museums
    - [ ] What kind? Write-in.
    [ ] Stay on base
    [ ] Mountains north of town
    [ ] Beach north of town
     
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