Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
Well, judging from Jersey's failure to lesbian, shipgirls certainly don't have pornographic memory.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
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Well, judging from Jersey's failure to lesbian, shipgirls certainly don't have pornographic memory.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
... Whelp.
@landcollector, remember the Pundown I mentioned over on SB?
This is an honorary entry. It's sufficiently terrible.
- Location
- Sunny SoCal
Christmas Special (Part 1)
- Location
- 'Murica
(So, this was supposed to be longer, but I ran out of time. Should put the conclusion up tomorrow. Merry christmas, everyone!)
Battleship New Jersey hadn't visited a sub pen before. They were almost as strange as the underwater machines that inhabited them. The air was hot and wet, it was like steaming into a fog bank only a hundred times more intense. And it stank of chlorine and alcohol with a subtle hint of the paint-peeling reek unwashed bodies crammed into a tiny metal tube tended to produce.
Instead of thick carpet, the floor was lined with wet plastic grates. Jersey felt her sneakers squelch against the deck with each step she took deeper into the pen. Her shades were already fogged up from the sheer humidity, and Jersey had to tuck them into her vest.
As far as she could tell, the pen was deserted. But that could mean anything, submarines were sneaky little bastards, and Jersey was terrifyingly aware of how deficient her torpedo defense was. The battleship's heart rate skyrocketed into a nervous eight-part cacophony. Her damage control crews stood to their stations, nervously checking and re-checking their gear while very eye not otherwise occupied scanned for torpedo trails.
Not that that'd save her. The Japs had those stupid-ass bubble-less oxygen torpedoes in their overstuffed, undersized swimsuits.
The battleship put one foot before the other, fighting against her every instinct to slip deeper into the pen. She was a surface-combatant. She belonged in the open ocean. Hell, she'd take puttering around on the moon before she'd willingly step into the distilled wrong that was a submarine's lair.
But this wasn't about her. She had a mission she had to accomplish, and she needed help to do it. So the battleship forced herself to go deeper into the quiet lair. The sound of her sneakers squelching against the wet grating sounded as loud as gunshots against the quiet backdrop of lapping water.
Unlike the surface-ship dormitories, the sub pen was dominated by a single massive pool. But it was totally empty, and there weren't enough rooms leading off it to house all the submarines, even if they were bunked in packs of ten.
"Pardon me," a quiet voice broke the silence from somewhere behind Jersey.
"FUCK!" Jersey spun on her heel, her weapons materializing in her fists as she frantically brought her rifles to bear. Klaxons screeched in her mind as she reflectively jumped to full alert.
"It's okay." A slender Japanese girl half Jersey's size stood before the towering American without so much as a flinch. An apron was tied around her narrow waist, and her face wore the exhausted, run-down happiness of a young mother.
"Shit," Jersey scowled and slammed her guns back into their carriers. "Sorry, that—"
"No," the girl—who Jersey noticed had the inexplicably full bustline that so many of the Japanese ships shared. For some goddamn reason—shook her head and planted a hand on Jersey's musclebound shoulder. "It's okay, every surface ship does that the first time she visits."
"Right," Jersey shrugged, then attempted to offer a hand and bow at the same time. "Uh… USS New Jersey."
"Submarine tender Taigei," the little tender smiled and returned the American's shake. "It's nice to meet you."
"You, uh…" Jersey coughed and rubbed a kink out of her neck. Rationally, she knew she should be at ease. But she shouldn't shake the ass-clenchingly primal terror infesting every bulkhead of her hull. "You too. Sorry… you're a tender, right?"
"Mmm," Taigei nodded and fished a little sushi roll from the bulging bags Jersey just now realized she was carrying. "The only surface ship who visits here with any regularity. Would you like one?"
Jersey smiled, "Yeah. I mean… if you're offering."
"It's nice to have company," said Taigei.
"You always this alone?" asked Jersey as she popped the sushi roll in her mouth.
Taigei shot Jersey a confused look. "I'm… not alone, Jersey."
"Dah fuq?" Jersey blinked.
"Most of my children are sleeping," said the tender. "They're exhausted after patrol, as you can imagine. But they're all here?"
Jersey screwed up her face and tried to ignore the goosebumps on the back of her neck. "Uh…" she glanced around the deserted poolroom.
"No," Taigei giggled, then pointed at the water. "Sleeping."
Jersey blinked, then leaned over to look into the glass-smooth water. Nestled at the bottom, cuddling against one another like so many top-heavy swimsuit-clad logs, was a half-dozen sleeping Japanese submarines. It would be adorable if it wasn't pants-shittingly terrifying. Looking at them all Jersey could think about was how flawed her TDS was and how defenseless against threats from the deep.
"O-" the battleship's voice cracked like plateglass, and she staggered back against the nearest wall. "Okay, uh…"
Taigei shot to Jersey's side, offering a gentle hug and a tender look that brought Jersey's racing heart down to just above redline. "Is there a reason you came?" she said.
"Uh…" Jersey just now realized she was being gently guided to a side room, with the tender acting as a ad-hoc defensive screen against the exhausted subgirls. Jersey hated herself for being so scared of the submarines of a friendly nation, but subs freaked her the hell out. "Y-yeah. You, uh… you seen Albie or Archie around?"
Taigei steered the quaking battleship into what looked like some kind of rec-room. The slatted floor was replaced by damp all-weather carpet, and there were rows of books, DVDs, and a few game consoles scattered around. Also a few beanbag chairs, which the tender all but shoved the battleship into. "I have, actually. I can fetch them if you want."
Jersey nodded, and worked her stern deeper into the soft beanbag. "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind."
Taigei smiled, and fished a juice box from her bag. "Here, I'll be right back."
Jersey waited until she was totally sure the tender was out of sight before sticking the tiny straw into the equally tiny box. She was a battleship, dammit, and a grown-ass woman. She should be downing neat bourbon and stale, boiled-over coffee. But juice is juice, and something about sipping the sweet luquid made the big battleship feel a tiny bit more at home.
"Big J?" Albie chirped out with her usual enthusiasm as she came padding thought the door.
"Gah!" Jersey leaped from her seat in fight, crushing her half-finished juicebox in her vice like grip and spraying her face with juice. "Don't do that to me here!"
"Sorry," said Albie with complete and utter lack of remorse. That's one thing about submarines, no sense of right or wrong. Which is sometimes useful when they're being military assets instead of trolling little shits. "Oh, and Archie's here too."
"Hello!" Archie waved at Jersey, then pointed to a little black clasp holding her ponytail back. A clasp with a little fish charm on it. "Do you like it?" she asked. "It was a Christmas present from Albie."
"I saw it when we were shopping in Aki," said Albie, "And I just had to get it for her."
Jersey chose to ignore the little voice in the back of her head telling her to make sure the sub actually bought it for now. Jersey had more pressing things to worry about, and she couldn't pull of her plan without the two submarines to help her.
"I do." The battleship leaned over to ruffle Archie's hair, earning a happy giggle from the Balao. "Look, there's a reason I came down here."
"I figured," said Albie.
"Yeah," Archie nodded, "You're really pale."
Jersey scowled, "Am fucking not."
"Are too," said Albie. "You look like you saw a ghost."
"Okay, fuck you." Jersey rolled her eyes and fished her wallet out of her shorts. Exactly how it got there in the first place was a mystery to her, last time she checked her shorts only had the two pockets, and there certainly never was a wallet-sized bump in her otherwise smoothly curving stern. But it was convenient so Jersey chose not to look into it any further.
"Look," Jersey dumped a giant wad of cash out on the floor. "I'm an officer in the US navy. That means I get paid."
The two subs nodded.
"And…" Jersey sank back into the beanbag. "Since housing and all my meals are on the navy's dime, it's just been sitting there. Growing. That's all of it right there." The battleship sighed and looked at the little pile that was her life's savings. Which sounded more impressive than it was, considering her "life" was barely four months.
"Okay…" Archie scratched at her temple, "What do you need us for."
Jersey told them. "Think you can do it?"
"I…" Albie puffed out her cheeks. "It'll be tight."
"Please," pleaded the battleship.
"I said it'll be tight," said the submarine. "But we'll get it done."
—|—|—
It was a quiet evening on the other side of the world.. Snow piled up outside, while deep within the Eastern Seaboard Antisubmarine command, Admiral Carraway sank into his usual chair deep within the operations center. The vast screens dominating the walls displayed real-time information gathered from all the currently deployed hovercats, P-8s, and Canadian forces watching the Atlantic were empty.
The Abyss had exhausted itself with its recent offensive, and there was nothing less to press the beleaguered Atlantic convoys. It'd be back soon, and in force. But at least for tonight, Carraway a quiet, uneventful evening to look forwards too.
Even Akron was getting into the spirit. While the air-headed airship carrier hadn't lost her penchant for filling every quiet instant with happy singing, she'd traded her usual repertoire of painfully memetic jingles she'd found on the internet for something a little more elegent.
"Silent night." And Carraway had to admit, she had a beautiful voice. "Holy Night."
"More hot-chocolate?" The minute form of Cannon-class destroyer escort USS Eldridge—"Elly" to her friends—tottered over lugging a steaming carafe nearly as big as she
"Don't mind if I do," Carraway smiled and offered his mug to his tiny secretary ship. The little destroyer escort didn't look like much, she probably could have passed for his granddaughter if she really tried. But her tiny body was at least eighty percent heart, and she'd gone all-out for Christmas.
She and her fellow DEs were tottering around the chilly base in Santa hats three sizes too big, handing out steaming hot chocolate and candy-canes to every sailor and marine on the base. Meanwhile, roving bands of faeries went from desk to desk inside the TOC, caroling in their own wordless way.
Even Akron had pitched in, during one of her few moments of downtime between patrols. The naturally-buoyant girl had chased down each and every hovercat on the base and given them all festive ribbons and little gondolas with tiny electric candles. It didn't seem like much, but watching the fat airborne felines drift aimlessly around was strangely beautiful.
Plus, even the infamously assholish cats had traded their usual looks of smug disinterested disgust for genuine happiness and contented purring. And that was a Christmas miracle if he'd ever seen one.
Battleship New Jersey hadn't visited a sub pen before. They were almost as strange as the underwater machines that inhabited them. The air was hot and wet, it was like steaming into a fog bank only a hundred times more intense. And it stank of chlorine and alcohol with a subtle hint of the paint-peeling reek unwashed bodies crammed into a tiny metal tube tended to produce.
Instead of thick carpet, the floor was lined with wet plastic grates. Jersey felt her sneakers squelch against the deck with each step she took deeper into the pen. Her shades were already fogged up from the sheer humidity, and Jersey had to tuck them into her vest.
As far as she could tell, the pen was deserted. But that could mean anything, submarines were sneaky little bastards, and Jersey was terrifyingly aware of how deficient her torpedo defense was. The battleship's heart rate skyrocketed into a nervous eight-part cacophony. Her damage control crews stood to their stations, nervously checking and re-checking their gear while very eye not otherwise occupied scanned for torpedo trails.
Not that that'd save her. The Japs had those stupid-ass bubble-less oxygen torpedoes in their overstuffed, undersized swimsuits.
The battleship put one foot before the other, fighting against her every instinct to slip deeper into the pen. She was a surface-combatant. She belonged in the open ocean. Hell, she'd take puttering around on the moon before she'd willingly step into the distilled wrong that was a submarine's lair.
But this wasn't about her. She had a mission she had to accomplish, and she needed help to do it. So the battleship forced herself to go deeper into the quiet lair. The sound of her sneakers squelching against the wet grating sounded as loud as gunshots against the quiet backdrop of lapping water.
Unlike the surface-ship dormitories, the sub pen was dominated by a single massive pool. But it was totally empty, and there weren't enough rooms leading off it to house all the submarines, even if they were bunked in packs of ten.
"Pardon me," a quiet voice broke the silence from somewhere behind Jersey.
"FUCK!" Jersey spun on her heel, her weapons materializing in her fists as she frantically brought her rifles to bear. Klaxons screeched in her mind as she reflectively jumped to full alert.
"It's okay." A slender Japanese girl half Jersey's size stood before the towering American without so much as a flinch. An apron was tied around her narrow waist, and her face wore the exhausted, run-down happiness of a young mother.
"Shit," Jersey scowled and slammed her guns back into their carriers. "Sorry, that—"
"No," the girl—who Jersey noticed had the inexplicably full bustline that so many of the Japanese ships shared. For some goddamn reason—shook her head and planted a hand on Jersey's musclebound shoulder. "It's okay, every surface ship does that the first time she visits."
"Right," Jersey shrugged, then attempted to offer a hand and bow at the same time. "Uh… USS New Jersey."
"Submarine tender Taigei," the little tender smiled and returned the American's shake. "It's nice to meet you."
"You, uh…" Jersey coughed and rubbed a kink out of her neck. Rationally, she knew she should be at ease. But she shouldn't shake the ass-clenchingly primal terror infesting every bulkhead of her hull. "You too. Sorry… you're a tender, right?"
"Mmm," Taigei nodded and fished a little sushi roll from the bulging bags Jersey just now realized she was carrying. "The only surface ship who visits here with any regularity. Would you like one?"
Jersey smiled, "Yeah. I mean… if you're offering."
"It's nice to have company," said Taigei.
"You always this alone?" asked Jersey as she popped the sushi roll in her mouth.
Taigei shot Jersey a confused look. "I'm… not alone, Jersey."
"Dah fuq?" Jersey blinked.
"Most of my children are sleeping," said the tender. "They're exhausted after patrol, as you can imagine. But they're all here?"
Jersey screwed up her face and tried to ignore the goosebumps on the back of her neck. "Uh…" she glanced around the deserted poolroom.
"No," Taigei giggled, then pointed at the water. "Sleeping."
Jersey blinked, then leaned over to look into the glass-smooth water. Nestled at the bottom, cuddling against one another like so many top-heavy swimsuit-clad logs, was a half-dozen sleeping Japanese submarines. It would be adorable if it wasn't pants-shittingly terrifying. Looking at them all Jersey could think about was how flawed her TDS was and how defenseless against threats from the deep.
"O-" the battleship's voice cracked like plateglass, and she staggered back against the nearest wall. "Okay, uh…"
Taigei shot to Jersey's side, offering a gentle hug and a tender look that brought Jersey's racing heart down to just above redline. "Is there a reason you came?" she said.
"Uh…" Jersey just now realized she was being gently guided to a side room, with the tender acting as a ad-hoc defensive screen against the exhausted subgirls. Jersey hated herself for being so scared of the submarines of a friendly nation, but subs freaked her the hell out. "Y-yeah. You, uh… you seen Albie or Archie around?"
Taigei steered the quaking battleship into what looked like some kind of rec-room. The slatted floor was replaced by damp all-weather carpet, and there were rows of books, DVDs, and a few game consoles scattered around. Also a few beanbag chairs, which the tender all but shoved the battleship into. "I have, actually. I can fetch them if you want."
Jersey nodded, and worked her stern deeper into the soft beanbag. "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind."
Taigei smiled, and fished a juice box from her bag. "Here, I'll be right back."
Jersey waited until she was totally sure the tender was out of sight before sticking the tiny straw into the equally tiny box. She was a battleship, dammit, and a grown-ass woman. She should be downing neat bourbon and stale, boiled-over coffee. But juice is juice, and something about sipping the sweet luquid made the big battleship feel a tiny bit more at home.
"Big J?" Albie chirped out with her usual enthusiasm as she came padding thought the door.
"Gah!" Jersey leaped from her seat in fight, crushing her half-finished juicebox in her vice like grip and spraying her face with juice. "Don't do that to me here!"
"Sorry," said Albie with complete and utter lack of remorse. That's one thing about submarines, no sense of right or wrong. Which is sometimes useful when they're being military assets instead of trolling little shits. "Oh, and Archie's here too."
"Hello!" Archie waved at Jersey, then pointed to a little black clasp holding her ponytail back. A clasp with a little fish charm on it. "Do you like it?" she asked. "It was a Christmas present from Albie."
"I saw it when we were shopping in Aki," said Albie, "And I just had to get it for her."
Jersey chose to ignore the little voice in the back of her head telling her to make sure the sub actually bought it for now. Jersey had more pressing things to worry about, and she couldn't pull of her plan without the two submarines to help her.
"I do." The battleship leaned over to ruffle Archie's hair, earning a happy giggle from the Balao. "Look, there's a reason I came down here."
"I figured," said Albie.
"Yeah," Archie nodded, "You're really pale."
Jersey scowled, "Am fucking not."
"Are too," said Albie. "You look like you saw a ghost."
"Okay, fuck you." Jersey rolled her eyes and fished her wallet out of her shorts. Exactly how it got there in the first place was a mystery to her, last time she checked her shorts only had the two pockets, and there certainly never was a wallet-sized bump in her otherwise smoothly curving stern. But it was convenient so Jersey chose not to look into it any further.
"Look," Jersey dumped a giant wad of cash out on the floor. "I'm an officer in the US navy. That means I get paid."
The two subs nodded.
"And…" Jersey sank back into the beanbag. "Since housing and all my meals are on the navy's dime, it's just been sitting there. Growing. That's all of it right there." The battleship sighed and looked at the little pile that was her life's savings. Which sounded more impressive than it was, considering her "life" was barely four months.
"Okay…" Archie scratched at her temple, "What do you need us for."
Jersey told them. "Think you can do it?"
"I…" Albie puffed out her cheeks. "It'll be tight."
"Please," pleaded the battleship.
"I said it'll be tight," said the submarine. "But we'll get it done."
—|—|—
It was a quiet evening on the other side of the world.. Snow piled up outside, while deep within the Eastern Seaboard Antisubmarine command, Admiral Carraway sank into his usual chair deep within the operations center. The vast screens dominating the walls displayed real-time information gathered from all the currently deployed hovercats, P-8s, and Canadian forces watching the Atlantic were empty.
The Abyss had exhausted itself with its recent offensive, and there was nothing less to press the beleaguered Atlantic convoys. It'd be back soon, and in force. But at least for tonight, Carraway a quiet, uneventful evening to look forwards too.
Even Akron was getting into the spirit. While the air-headed airship carrier hadn't lost her penchant for filling every quiet instant with happy singing, she'd traded her usual repertoire of painfully memetic jingles she'd found on the internet for something a little more elegent.
"Silent night." And Carraway had to admit, she had a beautiful voice. "Holy Night."
"More hot-chocolate?" The minute form of Cannon-class destroyer escort USS Eldridge—"Elly" to her friends—tottered over lugging a steaming carafe nearly as big as she
"Don't mind if I do," Carraway smiled and offered his mug to his tiny secretary ship. The little destroyer escort didn't look like much, she probably could have passed for his granddaughter if she really tried. But her tiny body was at least eighty percent heart, and she'd gone all-out for Christmas.
She and her fellow DEs were tottering around the chilly base in Santa hats three sizes too big, handing out steaming hot chocolate and candy-canes to every sailor and marine on the base. Meanwhile, roving bands of faeries went from desk to desk inside the TOC, caroling in their own wordless way.
Even Akron had pitched in, during one of her few moments of downtime between patrols. The naturally-buoyant girl had chased down each and every hovercat on the base and given them all festive ribbons and little gondolas with tiny electric candles. It didn't seem like much, but watching the fat airborne felines drift aimlessly around was strangely beautiful.
Plus, even the infamously assholish cats had traded their usual looks of smug disinterested disgust for genuine happiness and contented purring. And that was a Christmas miracle if he'd ever seen one.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Daaaaaw.
Uh huh. Sure.
it's official.
Make a note in the Readers Guide to Belated Battleships: Submarines=Destroyers.
Everything you know about destroyers are applicable to submarines, with some unique additions.
I think we found the US Navy Coffee Fairy.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
I like this one.
Taigei is adorable as a tender (in keeping with the MINIMUM CARRIERS theme), Jersey being not-so-secretly terrified of all the submathiefs and lewdmarines is funny.
Eldridge as secretary ship is a nice touch; I hope she isn't too bothered by all the rumors about her.
Destroyers aren't amoral, just immature. If a destroyer startles you, and says 'sorry,' there's a good chance they'll mean it.
Submarines aren't necessarily immature (or at least, no more so than battleships), but they have excellent reason to enjoy trolling people.
Taigei is adorable as a tender (in keeping with the MINIMUM CARRIERS theme), Jersey being not-so-secretly terrified of all the submathiefs and lewdmarines is funny.
Eldridge as secretary ship is a nice touch; I hope she isn't too bothered by all the rumors about her.
Not... quite.
Destroyers aren't amoral, just immature. If a destroyer startles you, and says 'sorry,' there's a good chance they'll mean it.
Submarines aren't necessarily immature (or at least, no more so than battleships), but they have excellent reason to enjoy trolling people.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Taffy 3. Kidd. Laffey. Being sincere when they say sorry?
Sorry man, but that's just a bit much. I'd buy them saying something like that after Jersey/Ari whacked them upside the head, but it'd be more 'sorry I got caught' than any sort of remorse.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
No, I think JMPR said at one point that DDs have enough attention span to do one thing at a time. They aren't amoral assholes, they're just one track minded.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Taigei is truly a treasure and it's a shame that more stories ignore her.
PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
Punctuation error?
So now we have Coffee Fairy Inazuma, Tea Fairy Ikazuchi, and Hot Cocoa Fairy Elridge.
That's utterly adorable.
Did you mean fright, instead of fight?
Nitpicking aside, very nice chapter. Archie is adorable, Albie is... Albie. And the sub pens are great, and totally make sense.
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Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
LMFAOrofl::lol
permission to Sig this?
Sure, go ahead.
- Location
- 'Murica
Jersey: Look at my ass! Does it look less than fully developed?
Nah, Destroyers have a sense of right and wrong, they just sometimes get too caught up in what they're doing to notice they're being idiots.
- Location
- State of Denial
Is this canon, 'cause I was wondering if Taigei had showed up to manage the subs?
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Or she;s just been around in the background
- Location
- 'Murica
Yeah, it is.
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
There's a point where you get more than four subs and Tagei just... Appears. You never summon her, she's just there. Always.
Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
We have a running tally of how many of us get injured by the rink. So far (to the best of my knowledge) the number is two. Our volunteer coordinator fell and sprained her wrist, and the very first day it opened the son of the ship's CEO got slashed across the face by an ice skate.
But we signed a three-year contract so...
So, uh, I imagine that hockey games with energetic checking are out? Or are water wings safety gear for this ice rink?
- Location
- United States
Yeeesssssssssssssssssss.
D'aaw
And the cats steal the show. Just like them, too.
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
I, for some reason, can hear Carol of the Bells in Dess Minor.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Couldn't help myself...
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Seeing Jersey teasing Wisky again, Gale sighed. "Jersey..."
The Battleship just gave her a look though and raised one eyebrow. "Fucking what? I'm just telling Wisky that anime stuff is not that big of a deal."
Arms folded across her chest, Gale glanced at the youngest Iowa who rolled her eyes. Then she turned to Jersey as an idea suddenly occurred to her. "So... if I was to bring up an anime and then prove that it is very much a big deal... what would you do?"
Jersey considered this for several moments before a grinning Wisky chimed in. "Then sis has to watch all the Space Battleship Yamato episodes with me."
Looking between a nodding Gale and a grinning Wisky, Jersey snorted and then rolled her eyes. "Fine, so how are we going to do this then?"
Now grinning herself, Gale gestured for Jersey to follow her. Said Battleship had a sinking feeling, but ignored it as she did so. It was only to a short walk until Gale finally reached the cafeteria which was filled with base personnel. Several people glanced at them, but were ignored as Gale worked at her phone. Suddenly, the human of the three became gleeful. "Got it."
Raising an eyebrow, Jersey looked at her. "Got what?"
However, Gale only cleared her throat and raised her phone as music began to play which caused everyone turned toward. "I want to be the very best, like no one ever was! To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause!"
For her part, Jersey was about to say something when a very familiar voice joined Gale's. Head snapping around, Jersey spied Crowning beginning to sing. 'What...'
"I will travel across the land, searching far and wide. Each Pokémon to understand, the power that's inside!"
"Pokémon, gotta catch them all!"
Head yet again snapping in another direction, Jersey's jaw dropped as Admiral Williams himself began to sing.
"Pokemon, gotta catch 'em all
Its you and me
I know it's my destiny
Pokemon, oh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend
Pokemon, gotta catch 'em all
A heart so true
Our courage will pull us through!"
By this time, almost the whole cafeteria was singing along and Jersey just twitched. 'What... the... ever... loving... fuck...' Even her sister was singing happily which only made her sigh and facepalm. "I do not believe this bullshit..."
Needless to say, she threw up her hands as she realized that she lost the bet right there much to Wisky's glee.
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Seeing Jersey teasing Wisky again, Gale sighed. "Jersey..."
The Battleship just gave her a look though and raised one eyebrow. "Fucking what? I'm just telling Wisky that anime stuff is not that big of a deal."
Arms folded across her chest, Gale glanced at the youngest Iowa who rolled her eyes. Then she turned to Jersey as an idea suddenly occurred to her. "So... if I was to bring up an anime and then prove that it is very much a big deal... what would you do?"
Jersey considered this for several moments before a grinning Wisky chimed in. "Then sis has to watch all the Space Battleship Yamato episodes with me."
Looking between a nodding Gale and a grinning Wisky, Jersey snorted and then rolled her eyes. "Fine, so how are we going to do this then?"
Now grinning herself, Gale gestured for Jersey to follow her. Said Battleship had a sinking feeling, but ignored it as she did so. It was only to a short walk until Gale finally reached the cafeteria which was filled with base personnel. Several people glanced at them, but were ignored as Gale worked at her phone. Suddenly, the human of the three became gleeful. "Got it."
Raising an eyebrow, Jersey looked at her. "Got what?"
However, Gale only cleared her throat and raised her phone as music began to play which caused everyone turned toward. "I want to be the very best, like no one ever was! To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause!"
For her part, Jersey was about to say something when a very familiar voice joined Gale's. Head snapping around, Jersey spied Crowning beginning to sing. 'What...'
"I will travel across the land, searching far and wide. Each Pokémon to understand, the power that's inside!"
"Pokémon, gotta catch them all!"
Head yet again snapping in another direction, Jersey's jaw dropped as Admiral Williams himself began to sing.
"Pokemon, gotta catch 'em all
Its you and me
I know it's my destiny
Pokemon, oh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend
Pokemon, gotta catch 'em all
A heart so true
Our courage will pull us through!"
By this time, almost the whole cafeteria was singing along and Jersey just twitched. 'What... the... ever... loving... fuck...' Even her sister was singing happily which only made her sigh and facepalm. "I do not believe this bullshit..."
Needless to say, she threw up her hands as she realized that she lost the bet right there much to Wisky's glee.
Jersey: "Betrayal!"
Heh, I was quite amused by everyone conspiring to troll Jersey.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Merry Christmas Jersey! Hope you like your present of spending time with your family!