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Heck, given the thread's recent bent, it appears that the discussion of a Kongō is reasonable evidence of diminished sanity. They're becoming a freaking memetic hazard.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
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Heck, given the thread's recent bent, it appears that the discussion of a Kongō is reasonable evidence of diminished sanity. They're becoming a freaking memetic hazard.
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Going by the time stamps, up until around twelve minutes ago.
Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
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I'm getting close to caught up after a long time not reading. Seeing this statement, I am required to post the following image:
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
What about slice for mentions of the pie?
Adak photos:
@obssesednuker - in FF.net version formatting is botched.
Farmerbob1
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- Atlanta-ish
I am almost finished writing 'Business as Usual', and, while catching up here, I've decided to write an omake. Not a snippet like most of the other things I've put here, but a solid omake. Probably a one-shot of 5-10k words, but maybe three or even as many as five parts with a word count in the 25-40k range. I've not yet fully fleshed out the idea.
We've already seen a couple shipgirls arrive without being noticed, subs, who quickly joined the war effort as soon as they were able to understand the canon reality. I've decided to write about another unnoticed arrival, who wants to stay unnoticed even after she figures out what is happening in the world.
Here are your only hints:
1) She has seven battle stars.
2) She is responsible for certain types of ship faeries from other allied ships going missing.
We've already seen a couple shipgirls arrive without being noticed, subs, who quickly joined the war effort as soon as they were able to understand the canon reality. I've decided to write about another unnoticed arrival, who wants to stay unnoticed even after she figures out what is happening in the world.
Here are your only hints:
1) She has seven battle stars.
2) She is responsible for certain types of ship faeries from other allied ships going missing.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
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- Ohio
Several ships eared seven Battle Stars. Idaho, SoDak, Tuscaloosa, Pompano, Skipjack, Thurston (AP-77), and Harry Lee (APA-10), to name but a few.
Combined with that extremely vague hint of 'certain types of fairies' from every nation, and one'd only answer correctly through guess work.
Farmerbob1
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Well, yes, but even though I only gave two numbered hints, there is also the fact that this shipgirl would choose to try and remain incognito after she learns about the current state of the world. So, there are really three hints.
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
Oh, mother fu- and I can't even do anything about it 'cause I'm on a smartphone.
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YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
We know that these are cosplayers and not actual shipgirls because of the scarves.
Shipgirls with scarves do not get cold. Even if they're dressed like
I'm tempted to go with Skipjack (SS-184), primarily because she's a sub and thus easy to 'arrive without being noticed' but more because after the war, the Navy got rid of her twice. Because nuking her at Crossroads wasn't enough.
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Farmerbob1
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An interesting thought, but the shipgirl in question is not a submarine. Another hint is that she was a conversion ship.
EDITS : spelling and clarity.
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- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
There are actually two cosplay explanations here. They're either cold (and pretending to be shipgirls), or they're shipgirls (and pretending to be cold).
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
I opt for the latter hypotheses. The scarves and mittens and such were gifts, so they wear them even if they don't need them to show their appreciation.
And because it's adorable.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
and completely in character if they are who I think they are.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
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- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Yep. Ikazuchi and our beloved Coffee Fairy, Inazuma.
Omake: Fairy-napping
Farmerbob1
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Fairy-napping, part I
**
It was that time again. Not that she really minded her annual full physical, but Yeoman Gale knew that time spent in medical would have to come from somewhere. That somewhere was typically from her sleep time, or from her exercise time, since she would give up both of those before giving up the little bit of personal time she managed to eke out for herself just to stay sane. Even her personal time typically evaporated in the face of shipgirl shenanigans.
She approached the medical clinic, thirty minutes before her appointment, carrying her briefcase. It was an early morning appointment, and she knew from experience that her appointment would almost certainly get pushed back by overnight non-critical accidents and early morning PT injuries.
At least I should have a few uninterrupted minutes to get a bit of paperwork done, she thought to herself, as her right hand pulled the glass door open.
A high pitched wheedling female child's voice greeted the yeoman as she entered the building. "Are you really, really sure? I know they like to come here to read and help." There was no mistaking that voice. It was Kidd.
Gale froze, looking both ways to see if there was somewhere to hide. Where there was one murderball, there would be-
"GALE!" Two high pitched squeals of greeting made every human in the room wince.
Too late.
Two cuddle-seeking missiles struck, seemingly out of nowhere. One appearing from behind a water fountain. The other from the other side of a very large man in Marine PT gear, with greying temples and no rank insignia, who was holding a large ice pack on one of his knees.
Bannie and Dee struck simultaneously, and Gale knew she'd be sporting bruises from where two faces had just collided with her abs. She had barely managed to keep herself from falling over.
This was strange. As careless and reckless as destroyer shipgirls seemed to be, they were typically very careful to avoid harming humans, though just about everything else, sometimes including each other, were fair game for maulings, both intentional and accidental.
None of this actually went through Gale's mind as coherent thought. She'd been working with the smaller shipgirls too long to rely on coherent thought for sudden murderball encounters.
She looked at the seated marine imploringly and lifted her left hand, in his direction, shaking the briefcase. "Can I get a hand, marine?"
The man reached out a huge paw-like hand with a gigantic grin on his face, accepting the briefcase and setting it on the seat next to him, wordless. His eyes flickered across Gale and the two tiny shipgirls glued to her abs, and the grin grew wider.
Gale sighed. No doubt this day was going to add yet another story about her and the girls to the base scuttlebutt. Schadenfreude at her expense seemed to be a pastime with growing popularity on base, though it was good-natured.
One day, I'm going to write a book about this, and I'll probably have to fight to have it classified as non-fiction.
"I'm sure. I haven't seen any medical fairies in at least a couple days." One of the doctors was on one knee in front of Kidd, patting her on the head, while speaking. That was odd. Most of the NCOs on base had enough shipgirl exposure and experience to be able to deflect the girls from pestering officers unless there was a real, official need for said girls to speak to officers. Whatever Kidd had come here about, the medical staff had deemed it important enough to get a doctor to speak to her. That was odd enough to raise an eyebrow.
"Oh." Kidd seemed to deflate, her shoulders slumped and she just stood there, silent for a second.
Bannie and Dee were still gripping her upper thighs and hips uncomfortably hard, faces planted in her abs like those suction cups you could use to climb glass buildings.
I'm going to regret asking this, Yeoman Gale thought as she carefully prepared the tone of her voice to be gentle, yet no-nonsense. "Kidd. Bannie. Dee. What's wrong?"
Kidd turned to face the source of the question, appearing to notice the Yeoman's presence for the first time. "Gale!" Kidd was crying as she sprinted across the room towards a source of comfort, her arms spread wide, looking for all the world like a real six-year-old with a skinned knee.
Somehow, Kidd managed to burrow her body and face between the bodies of her sisters, without breaking any human bones. She gripped Gale around her hips, hands planted squarely on the centers of each of Gale's butt cheeks, face buried directly in the middle of her abs.
Reaching down with two hands, giving head-pats to all three destroyer girls, alternately, Gale repeated her question, gently, almost at a whisper. The girls were certainly worked up about something involving their fairies. "What's wrong?"
Kidd, Dee and Bannie all lifted their red, tearing eyes to her, framed with haunted, scared little-girl expressions. "Gale, our pecker-checkers, they've been fairy-napped!"
**
It was that time again. Not that she really minded her annual full physical, but Yeoman Gale knew that time spent in medical would have to come from somewhere. That somewhere was typically from her sleep time, or from her exercise time, since she would give up both of those before giving up the little bit of personal time she managed to eke out for herself just to stay sane. Even her personal time typically evaporated in the face of shipgirl shenanigans.
She approached the medical clinic, thirty minutes before her appointment, carrying her briefcase. It was an early morning appointment, and she knew from experience that her appointment would almost certainly get pushed back by overnight non-critical accidents and early morning PT injuries.
At least I should have a few uninterrupted minutes to get a bit of paperwork done, she thought to herself, as her right hand pulled the glass door open.
A high pitched wheedling female child's voice greeted the yeoman as she entered the building. "Are you really, really sure? I know they like to come here to read and help." There was no mistaking that voice. It was Kidd.
Gale froze, looking both ways to see if there was somewhere to hide. Where there was one murderball, there would be-
"GALE!" Two high pitched squeals of greeting made every human in the room wince.
Too late.
Two cuddle-seeking missiles struck, seemingly out of nowhere. One appearing from behind a water fountain. The other from the other side of a very large man in Marine PT gear, with greying temples and no rank insignia, who was holding a large ice pack on one of his knees.
Bannie and Dee struck simultaneously, and Gale knew she'd be sporting bruises from where two faces had just collided with her abs. She had barely managed to keep herself from falling over.
This was strange. As careless and reckless as destroyer shipgirls seemed to be, they were typically very careful to avoid harming humans, though just about everything else, sometimes including each other, were fair game for maulings, both intentional and accidental.
None of this actually went through Gale's mind as coherent thought. She'd been working with the smaller shipgirls too long to rely on coherent thought for sudden murderball encounters.
She looked at the seated marine imploringly and lifted her left hand, in his direction, shaking the briefcase. "Can I get a hand, marine?"
The man reached out a huge paw-like hand with a gigantic grin on his face, accepting the briefcase and setting it on the seat next to him, wordless. His eyes flickered across Gale and the two tiny shipgirls glued to her abs, and the grin grew wider.
Gale sighed. No doubt this day was going to add yet another story about her and the girls to the base scuttlebutt. Schadenfreude at her expense seemed to be a pastime with growing popularity on base, though it was good-natured.
One day, I'm going to write a book about this, and I'll probably have to fight to have it classified as non-fiction.
"I'm sure. I haven't seen any medical fairies in at least a couple days." One of the doctors was on one knee in front of Kidd, patting her on the head, while speaking. That was odd. Most of the NCOs on base had enough shipgirl exposure and experience to be able to deflect the girls from pestering officers unless there was a real, official need for said girls to speak to officers. Whatever Kidd had come here about, the medical staff had deemed it important enough to get a doctor to speak to her. That was odd enough to raise an eyebrow.
"Oh." Kidd seemed to deflate, her shoulders slumped and she just stood there, silent for a second.
Bannie and Dee were still gripping her upper thighs and hips uncomfortably hard, faces planted in her abs like those suction cups you could use to climb glass buildings.
I'm going to regret asking this, Yeoman Gale thought as she carefully prepared the tone of her voice to be gentle, yet no-nonsense. "Kidd. Bannie. Dee. What's wrong?"
Kidd turned to face the source of the question, appearing to notice the Yeoman's presence for the first time. "Gale!" Kidd was crying as she sprinted across the room towards a source of comfort, her arms spread wide, looking for all the world like a real six-year-old with a skinned knee.
Somehow, Kidd managed to burrow her body and face between the bodies of her sisters, without breaking any human bones. She gripped Gale around her hips, hands planted squarely on the centers of each of Gale's butt cheeks, face buried directly in the middle of her abs.
Reaching down with two hands, giving head-pats to all three destroyer girls, alternately, Gale repeated her question, gently, almost at a whisper. The girls were certainly worked up about something involving their fairies. "What's wrong?"
Kidd, Dee and Bannie all lifted their red, tearing eyes to her, framed with haunted, scared little-girl expressions. "Gale, our pecker-checkers, they've been fairy-napped!"
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Farmerbob1
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Any guesses now as to who I'm bringing back?
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
USS Solace (AH-5) - Wikipedia pretty obliviously.
In Fubuki Ganbarimasu ch. 140 Iowa arrived at base, so read if you interested at your usual sources.
- Location
- Mi
Now as someone who's only information on the USS Solace is from the linked wikipedia article, 2 questions. Why would a hospital ship with an admirable service record wish to remain hidden, and why would it be kidnapping fairies without informing the parent ship?
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
If I had to guess:
For the latter, she's taking all the injured fairies off for treatment.
For the former, Care Fatigue. She's tired of war. She'll treat fairies, no issue, but she doesn't want to show up and have the military decide they can take greater risks now they have actual shipgirl medical personnel.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Plus, she's a hospital ship, not a repair ship. She treats the crew, not the ships themselves; that's Vestal's job.
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- Location
- Deep in the Badlands of Equestria
You don't expect to see a hospital ship at a naval battle, unless the battle involves harbor bombardment. So I'm pretty sure Solace is going to be as hard to spot as a subthief making a supply run unless the base comes under direct attack. And in that case, she'd likely suddenly show up near the front lines, but in as safe a spot as could be possible.
Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
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- Atlanta-ish
In regards to the first question, I'll get to that.
In regards to the second question, one must consider the source of the information that has been narrated so far.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Geez, how shameless can a slug get?
Nononono, wait! I got a better one!
I bet the premium is super slow, but turns tightly!