Haruna opened the door to their apartment, glanced down at the now familiar collection and looked around for any clue of who had knocked on the door and left them. She sighed and brought them inside to add to the growing pile.
"Another fire extinguisher and some burn cream," she told Kirishima and Kongo, "I'll put them with the rest. Maybe we can donate them to a charity." She ignored the forlorn sighs from her sisters.
"I hope they're leaving Hiei alone," Haruna said to herself.
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I'm decently clothed as Lupo, Armidale and Johnston enter the private bath.
"Is there a problem?" I ask, dreading that the enemy has managed a counterattack.
"Yes, but not a general quarters problem," Lupo says.
"More a dad-bote, gentleman problem," Johnston says, realizes what she said and covers her mouth.
" 'Dad-bote'?" I ask, rolling the word around in my mind. I knew certain ships were 'mom-botes' those the smaller or younger ships sought out for advice and comfort, I am guessing dad-bote is a variation.
Armidale pushes an unresisting Johnston out of the enclosure while Lupo continues, occasionally looking back and frowning after the departed Johnston, "There's a lady, a ship-girl, well she has her eye on someone, but she has no idea how to proceed. And after what you told Akatsuki, we realized, you could give her lessons."
"A lady would know," I say, "There's more to this, it isn't that she doesn't know, it's that she needs someone to start it, perhaps make her soon to be beau jealous?"
Lupo considers while Armidale returns alone. "Sort of, but not jealousy," the corvette says, "She's a bit too shy to take the first step." Armidale glances around. "In fact, we kinda fibbed and told her you were the shy one and needed the help."
I frown at that.
"She wouldn't do anything, unless it was to help another," Lupo says.
"I'm more worried you got her commitment, before securing mine," I say, "The poor . . . you knew that if you got hers I'd be less likely to refuse. I must remember that destroyers are ambush-predators." I stare at the nervously grinning schemers, "Very well, who's the bloke and what do you need?"
"Ah, OpSec," Lupo says nervously.
"Lupo," I say sternly, "I am well aware I'm in another time, and for ship-girls companionship, especially intimate companionship is hard to find. I am well aware of what Ooi and Kitakami do in private. If it's another ship-girl, I can completely understand. Oscar Wilde was rather blatant about it, so too several English Kings, the idea that women would find someone attractive that way is not an Eldritch Abomination that would send me down the screaming halls of insanity. I've seen the Twitter Shrines and hate-sites about me." I would not even mention Rule 34, or the Howe-goatsee site I stumbled across. And people think Abyssals are hard to imagine. God's Truth what has been seen cannot be unseen.
The pair are matching my shudders at what they might have seen on that stage of human depravity. Safe search only goes so far.
"It's a capital ship," Armidale says, "And we already did the research: restaurant, what she likes to do at night, everything. Destroyers are scouts too."
I nod. "I should be available in three days. Note, the corsage should be a yellow rose, not red. Very important."
They depart happily, and I'm left to wonder is this a joke on me, or the poor lady. Well, I shall ignore that and make certain she'll enjoy our time together. Lupo rushes back in, hands over a folder and rushes out. The plastic sleeved pages have a rather exhaustive dossier on the ship-girl, restaurants, activities, and the corsage red is crossed out and replaced with yellow rose.
I've been snookered, I have to remember they fought a war of many campaigns, while I've fought but a single battle.
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Outside Armidale gave Johnston a fistbump. "I didn't think you could pull it off," Armidale admitted.
Johnston preened. "Give them one easy victory and they quit looking so hard."
Lupo nodded. "Now it's up to team two. I'm still not sure how she won."
"Just be glad it wasn't Musashi," Johnston said, "She was coming in second."
"How can Musashi be lonely?" Armidale asked and mimed Musashi's magnificent `magazines`.
"Sometimes a target is just too much," Lupo admitted, "So one never tries."
They nodded.
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Curtatone, Akatsuki and Suzutsuki approached the apartment door and knocked.
They heard the 'coming' and they waited. The motherly figure smiled at them, and the unexpected poll victor was suddenly perfect.
"Miss Houshou, we have kind of a big favor to ask," Curtatone said, her hat in hand.
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If kings had such power, I think as I scroll through the web browser on my smart phone, Orders to restaurants, airline tickets, and so many other choices. I selected the service, typed in the number and hit the checkout button.
A niggling thought had been troubling me, but with the transportation for the event taken care of, I need to check it. Language of flowers, I think as I type, If so much else has changed in a hundred years. Japanese Language of Flowers? Oh dear. Yellow rose, yellow rose. Well, it's apropos, but I think I need to change the order.
The repair ship Hitonose and two 'ship-doctors' arrive. "Reading up?" the repair ship asks.
"The world is very different," I say as they check the condition of my repairs. My own engineering teams tell me we are ahead of schedule, but the doctors will confirm or deny.
"I think you're up for a little physical therapy," Hitonose says, "How do you feel about a bit of a walk?"
"I actually was hoping to get one," I admit, "I have an appointment I felt I shouldn't leave to the last moment, and I'm old-fashioned enough to want to do it in person."
"Well, it's walk, so just walk," Hitonose tells me, "We'll check how that repair stands up to a bit of stress and strain. And that does not mean going onto the water."
"Dry land or bridges the whole way, understood," I say, "Although if there's an attack, or someone requires assistance, I'll risk your dressing down for participating."
"We beat the Truk Princess," one of the doctors says.
"Doctor, I'll bow to your medical expertise, but this injury came from squadrons of land-based bombers. And no naval aircraft could carry the Tarzon, only Superfortresses or Lancasters. With conventional bombloads, they could reach here from a wide variety of locations. For someone whose modus operandi was fight, and run away, I doubt they failed to instill that into their imp crews. Unless we knew the numbers of planes and accounted for all of them, some are still out there."
"Have you discussed this with the Admirals?" Hitonose asks.
"It was in a report I forwarded by email to the staff here, while we were in transit," I say, "I have since verified by phone that it was received and forwarded up the chain. One of the reasons the fleet hasn't been dispersed again I'd wager."
The doctors nod and make some notes themselves.
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Houshou was going over the logistics requirements with Shouhou. Office space was at a premium, so they were working at a table in their apartment. The fleet hadn't expected to smash the Truk Princess in one grand battle, and then be stationed here in Port Moresby to search for escapees. They had the supplies to maintain the ship-girls, but they weren't positioned or packaged how they needed to be.
The knock on the door brought a welcome break from the concerns about where the resupply convoys were headed and in what order the ships would have to be unloaded to sustain the ship-girls and the base.
"Coming," Houshou said as she and Shouhou stood and stretched. She'd always admired the light carrier's lithe figure, but her dress sense needed work. She was not expecting HMS Howe to be standing on her doorstep.
"Ma'am," he said, "I know the destroyers previously worked this out, but I think this should go by the numbers."
Houshou nodded, remembering the destroyers had told her that they'd told him that she needed the dating practice.
"Would you do me the honor of going to dinner with me on Thursday night, at 1900 local time? The restaurant selected is Italian, so I'd recommend something that can be handily washed. Tomato stains easily."
Houshou ignored the stifled laugh of Shouhou. She had wondered about the girls talking about how dreamy he was. They left out how adorable he is, she thought, Like a 50,000 ton destroyer. No wonder the girls get so tongue-tied. Then he seemed embarrassed and it made him more adorable.
"I also have made a bit of a faux pas," he said, looked downcast, "Your corsage was to arrive tomorrow afternoon, please ignore it, I'll bring one with me. I hadn't realized the language of flowers would be so different between the English and the Japanese."
"What did you order?" Houshou asked and wanted to glance at Shouhou but thought better of it.
"A yellow rose, indicating friendship, I didn't want to impose further than that," he said as if he had committed some mortal sin.
"That sounds wonderful," she said.
He looked at her aghast. "But in Japanese it implies jealousy," he nearly stammered.
Then it's perfect, she thought.
"Are you English, or are you Japanese?" she asked and enjoyed his slightly lost expression.
I'm beginning to see the destroyers only thought they were fibbing to me, she thought.
"As you wish," he said, "I didn't want the wrong message sent."
"I suspect few have done the research you've done," Houshou said and kept her slight smile instead of the grin that was bubbling up inside her, "Or even understand it was anything but a flower."
He nodded. "Granted," he said then stood there for a bit, "Ma'am, do you agree or disagree?"
"Oh, I agree. I understand how you might be rusty at this, and ignore that the destroyers already arranged this."
He nodded. "Ah, quite."
They told him the same thing they told me, Houshou thought. She hid her smile and wondered what other surprises were in store.
He produced several sheets of paper and handed them over, they appeared to be a menu. "I don't know how familiar you are with Italian dishes," he said.
"Not very."
"Excellent, so I contacted the manager and the children's menu items are exactly the same as the adult portions. So I propose that we order five or so items from the children's menu each, and we each take a portion of each. Then if we find what we like, we can order an adult portion."
She wished she had a fan to hand to really sell the next. "Oh, don't you know how intimate sharing food is?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," he said gravely, "So there would be spare plates we would actually eat from."
Aw, Houshou thought.
She grinned. "I look forward to it, shall I walk or call a car?"
"I've arranged for a proper cab for the night," he said, "They also have an excellent wine cellar. So we can both enjoy it."
She didn't tease him about the obvious possibilities of that.
"Then I'll see you on Thursday night," she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. He was standing there a bit nonplused as she closed the door.
It wasn't until he'd left the hallway that she trusted herself or Shouhou to speak.
"I thought I'd blow a boiler and I wasn't even the one going on the date," the light carrier said.
"Yes, now, shall I get an easily cleaned kimono, or go against type?" Houshou said.
"If you're going to wear a yellow rose," Shouhou said, "Set every ship-girl drooling."
Houshou nodded her agreement.
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It was X-Day, nearly H-Hour. Haida was packing up the communications array and the other supplies for her 'hide' while she coordinated observation and the radar pickets. The knock on the door surprised her a bit. Her `runner` Shimakaze raced over to open the door.
"Uh, hello?" she heard Poi-bote's confusion and looked up to see a determined Shouhou, a nervous looking Gambier Bay, a confused Taiyou, and their leader Ryuujou entering.
"Did you really think you could keep this from us?" Ryuujou said and bristled.
Shouhou frowned and covered Ryuujou's mouth. "We want to help," Shouhou said, "Some air cover and scouts could be useful."
"Welcome to Project Invidia," Haida said and extended a hand, which Shouhou shook.
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Houshou looked at herself in the mirror again. She posed with the yellow short jacket held over her shoulder and saw the matching yellow capri pants, light blue top with the bared shoulders and the sweetheart neckline, the high ponytail and the understated makeup were all still perfect. She smirked at how stunned Shouhou had been about the choices, but Houshou knew that first, she wanted to look as different as possible, but he hadn't gotten used to seeing her a particular way, this was a bomb to drop on everyone else; second, they were going to be dealing with the realities of wine and tomato sauce, so nothing too expensive; three, she would never shake the 'Mother Houshou' personality and aura, so a young mother going out on the town with older finery was perfect. The fact that the pants and top still managed to show she still had her figure, but didn't flaunt it the way some ship-girls' outfits did was the balance she wanted to achieve. So what if it was last stylish in the 60's, she was as comfortable in it as she was in her flat pumps.
The knock on the door almost made her jump as she slipped into the jacket. Howe was there and as magnificent as ever. The polo shirt he wore was the same beautiful blue as his eyes, the creme khaki pants and brown deck shoes completed the picture, but the jumper tied around his neck as a pseudo-ascot made him look like a fashion plate from the 1980's.
Howe glanced down at his outfit as she stifled a giggle. "White tie and tails, and marinara sauce don't go together, ma'am," he said.
"I was thinking I look like a throwback to the 60's, now you look like a throwback to the 80's, it's perfect," Houshou said.
"Not quite ma'am," he said and gestured to the corsage she wore at her breast, he produced a second from behind his back, "If I may be so bold, let's run the flags up both sets of yardarms."
She laughed and nodded. He carefully fitted the second corsage in her hair, pinning it there securely. Then froze as Houshou leaned forward for him to remove the first. "I don't bite," she told him and grinned.
"How disappointing," he replied, as he carefully unpinned the flower and transferred it to her hair on the opposite side.
He offered his arm. She carefully took his wrist and pulled it down to his side, then clasped her hand in his, and was glad he smiled at that.
"Your carriage awaits," Howe said as they headed down the corridor to the stairs. He blocked her view through the window rather adroitly as they descended the stairs, and looked inordinately pleased with himself.
As they left the building, she saw why. She released his hand and raced ahead to pet the horse who nuzzled her carefully. "You really meant carriage."
"Of course, SarMajor Runiki can serve as driver and guide," Howe said of the Papuan in the top hat and tails, and shorts in the tropical heat.
Houshou giggled again. "The repair baths are going to be full of engineering casualties," she said, accepting his hand to help her into the hansom cab, then braced and offered her hand to him, which he took.
"My plan is offer no quarter," Howe said, "There are blankets under the seats." He showed her.
"How daring. And a football?" Houshou asked.
"Ah mine, sorry," their driver said, both Howe and Houshou waved him off.
"As long as it's Australian rules," Howe said, "We'll be fine."
"Just remember, it's only the ball you can't touch with your hands," Houshou said, and enjoyed Howe's slight blush. Then she grinned and fluttered as he ran the leather upper of his deck shoe up her bare calf.
He whispered, "I do know how the game is played."
She grinned and leaned against him.
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Haida looked down at the two fallen carriers, she could almost see the smiling Houshous circling over their heads. "Light carriers," she said as she packed her binoculars and prepared to move to the second position. A quick check with Heerman verified they were in position.
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I help Miss Houshou down from the cab. The SarMajor moves to `park` our ride, at my request, in a place it could be easily seen from the restaurant's interior. If we were there to make her beau jealous, jealousy would be had in abundance.
The place is large, and doing good business, but we have a reservation, so we shall walk hand-in-hand through the maze of tables. Some might suggest that she was taking too much of a lead, but as a Texan had said, 'when she can shoot better than you, ride better than you, and fight better than you, you'd better call her a lady.'
Miss Houshou certainly fit that bill. I note the number of ship-girls, usually pairs or trios, scattered throughout the restaurant, not just for the large portions, but for the good quality. In the cab, I'd suggested to Miss Houshou to let her crew keep a lookout while she looked ahead. She'd given that charming laugh and thanked me for the suggestion. She spots the crowd and grips my hand very tightly. Stage fright, or she'd spotted her beau, who was with someone.
I lean over and tell her, "We own the place, or near enough."
She leans into me and we proceed to our table. I let the lookouts watch and film, as I ignore the squark and dropped tableware from Zuikaku's table, since it took her a bit to recognize 'mother' Houshou. Shokaku is now suddenly staring as well. Atlanta and Mogami had been enjoying their meals, when Atlanta recognizes us. Then Mogami gestures at Miss Houshou's hair adornments. We leave behind a frantic discussion between the two cruisers likely about the meaning of the flowers. Good stuff.
"Poor Musashi is alone," Houshou says, "Again."
"We could offer to let her join us," I suggest.
"I thought the Victorians frowned on that sort of thing," Miss Houshou says, another assay of craft, I hope her beau realizes what she was missing, or overlooking.
"The Regency was much more tolerant of such things," I reply breezily, enjoying the banter without it devolving into verbal kick and gouge.
"No," Miss Houshou says, "She's a bit, into her cups, is that correct?"
"Yes, regrettably," I say and hold the chair for Miss Houshou and take the spot opposite. We peruse the menus, and the wine list.
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"Trouble," Ryuujou reported, as she looked up from her computer, "It's all over social media, and Hiei is incoming."
"Not a problem," Haida said not lowering her binoculars, "That's a pretty good wine list."
"How can an angry battlecruiser not be a problem?" Ryuujou asked.
"Since we don't have the Dennis, Raymond or Butler, I sent over Lupo, Armidale and Curtatone," Haida said as she lowered the binocs and picked up her celphone. "Right full rudder," she sent.
The sound of several long-tailed cats in a room full of rocking chairs split the night.
Ryuujou facepalmed. "Of course, Taffy 3 wouldn't think one battlecruiser is a problem."
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I frown at the noise. "What children today call music," I say, then shrug, "But people keep playing that awful Elgar stuff at graduations."
"Music snob?" Houshou asks.
"Proudly so, ma'am," I say, "I can appreciate Sabaton, as well as Bach, but how anyone listens to some of the incoherent noise escapes me. And don't let me go on about Contemporary Classical. I heard some and thought I'd slipped a turbine bearing. If you want modern classics, John Williams, Jerry Goldsmith, James Horner and the list goes on."
Houshou smiles and looks up to our waiter arriving. I'd briefed the owner, so the poor, young woman was ready for our very unusual order.
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"No," Shouhou said, staring into her phone, seeing what her spotters were seeing, "That's Washington and South Dakota."
"What?" Haida dropped her binoculars, the strap keeping them off the ground, she looked at Shouhou's phone, "I thought those two hated each other."
"They found something to bond over," Shouhou said, "The Taffies?"
"Still taking Hiei back to the baths," Shimakaze said, "I can go slow them down, poi."
The phone's audio had another answer. "Daijoubu!"
They stared as Haruna stepped into the open and cracked her knuckles. "Ching Lee isn't here to save you two this time," she said.
They heard the noise in the distance. Haida lowered her head. "The only ones who aren't going to be in the brig tomorrow are Howe and Houshou."