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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]

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Old Iron said:
"That... Is not the New Jersey I know." She pointed to the blond battleship in disbelief. What in the name of SECNAV? Further breaking her mind was a calm and almost serene Yuudachi walking as her escort. "That is also not the Poi I know."

"You know everyone watching just heard that, right?" He raised an eyebrow, but continued filming.

"Don't care."

The poise, grace, and elegance on display was nothing Naka had ever seen in Jersey. Not in her imagination and certainly not in reality. Where was the vulgar, rude, and lazy warship?
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Nice shout out Iron ;). Though...as a fan of The Beauty Queen, to me Belabatt Jersey will always be Belabatt Jersey, no more no less.
 
konnigvanmessen said:
Kongo has to catch the bouquet. Kongo *has* to catch the bouquet.
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B-baka! said:
Dude, Kongou doesn't have to catch the bouquet, the bouquet comes to her. :V
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Nah, out of sheer hijinks and because MSSB, the bouquet ends up landing in Gotos' hands.
Kongou gets a garter to the face. :p


YuffieK said:
"She's a violent drunk?"

"No, she's..." Pennsy was interrupted by an ear splitting "WOOHOOO!" coming from Arizona, grinning like a loon as she stood on a table, having managed to strip down to her underwear... which was most DEFINITELY not the modest rigging you'd expect from her.

Pennsylvania hung her head, "... a lewd one."
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"... but... but it's alcohol-free champagne... for Jane and the Destroyers..."

". . . what?"

"Maybe she just needs to think she's drunk? As an excuse to let loose?"

"Are you even trying to insinuate that that is 'just' the real her? The one currently swinging from a chandelier in her skivvies?"

*shrugs* "Roaring Twenties?"
 
Idea for some random chaos: Pennsy decides to have a few drinks herself and ends up drunk off her ass. She meets a man at bar on base and - seeing as how she's blitzed she thinks nothing of it - ends up having a one-night stand. Three days later, Richardson calls a meeting so everyone can meet the new officer on base: a JMSDF Captain, who turns out to be the same guy Pennsy slept with.

Cue Pennsy meltdown.
 
I think Pennsy is more likely to shoot someone than sleep with them. If you can even get her to drink herself into impairment.
 
Let's see...
  • Iberez is known
  • Hunter is @CompassJimbo, I think. I remember hearing something along those lines at some point.
  • Stryp is Strypgia, which should be fairly obvious unless we're all highly mistaken.
  • Daniel Norman... I dunno, Sky's been called Daniel a couple times but I don't see where the marine thing would come from. Could be him could be someone else I dunno.
That's all I got.

Nice job with the wedding Iron.
Old Iron said:
I think Pennsy is more likely to shoot someone than sleep with them. If you can even get her to drink herself into impairment.
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Ah, the fun kind of drunk? Because I dunno about you but drunken brawls are the best, even if someone is legitimately murderous. As long as nobody dies or loses fingers and eyes it's awesome.
 
If Daniel is me I'm going to have words with Iron for not pairing me with Salem (I kid. I don't have that gigantic of an ego).
 
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Omake: A certain wolf who will never get laid.
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    • Hungry Wolf is about to go on the prowl.

    [=]

    The scent of love permeates the air, and it's almost suffocating. The most unlikely of couples, contrary to what the others say, are about to make it official. A first in history. A man and his warship are to be lawfully wedded.

    She scoffs. While she's not surprised that someone else is first, she's still surprised that it's Mutsu, rather than Kongou, as she long suspected. It's a Big Seven day, and even the hyperactive battlecruiser is toning it down. More will no doubt follow in the coming months and years.

    Except her, it seems like.

    "I'm incredibly busy."

    "You're not my type."

    Even when she tried to do things right, nothing worked. Nobody appreciated her, save her sisters. Not in that way, though, which was fine. She brushes a few locks of wavy brown hair away from her face and lets out a sigh. Richardson and Mutsu deserve to make one another happy, though. Maybe one day she would be at that altar. But her gloved hand lacks a ring, reminding her that such a day seems further and further away.

    "And he's single~!"

    Her ears pick up the teasing call from the hapless cameraman Naka brought along. She catches scent. A lanky young man. If Ooyodo had an American counterpart, he would be it. She could see the two together, but Goto's secretary was too busy stuffing her face full of coffee and paperwork to even give a damn about finding someone. Not that she would complain. It meant a chance to correct a wrong.

    Her russet brown eyes scan him from head to toe, but being a submarine crewman, from what the cameraman mentioned, he's on high alert. While he doesn't openly show it, he's on edge, unused to being surrounded by people, and by so much power. He heard what the cameraman said, too. A sonobuoy dropped right on his head. He knows that any number of the others here will gun for him the first chance they get, save the Bride, for obvious reasons and Kongou, whose heart was set on her Admiral from Day One. His walking is stiff, his head tries not to swivel around too much.

    Worthy prey for this Hungry Wolf, perhaps?

    He's clearly nervous, but she would go easy on him if it means Victory.

    The sharks were no doubt catching scent, but she had it first. A few others eye him much like a box of gourmet chocolates. She isn't in the mood to share. It's all or nothing.

    The ceremony passes without incident. Admiral Richardson and Mutsu are now the first Man and Ship to be wedded, and again, the first of many. The other groomsmen pass down the aisle behind the newlywed couple, already expecting children. She wants kids. But that won't happen unless she finds someone.

    The other groomsmen are escorted by the bridesmaids present. And he was escorted by her. The Standard, the Martyr. He's even more on edge, the scent of dread wafting through the air, barely noticeable amidst the smell of love. Even the cameraman is aware she has the sailor's scent, giving her a knowing look. Said sailor, Hunter, is probably coming up with an evasion plan, either from Arizona, or from the wolfpack of ships that would no doubt gun for him.

    But the Hunter is about to become the Hunted. There is a small irony to it. A submarine had claimed her before she could reach Myoukou, trapped with Takao in besieged Singapore. And now she is about to go after someone who serves aboard one, one that could tear her original hull asunder and sink her escorts in a heartbeat.

    Dangerous prey, but Victory would be more than worth it. She would need to outwit her competition, beat them, and ensure that her target would be unable to escape to deep waters, where he could evade his pursuers. It's a game of Four-Dimensional Chess, as someone online said. Not only would she need to know where to put her pieces, but when.

    She takes inventory. She knows herself well, what parts of her stand out. And her dress is wisely chosen. Just enough of her to entice, to lure. But merely luring him may not be enough. Given the fact that she has competition in the form of several other ships, she may have to go for a direct attack.

    She gives him one direct look, letting him see the insatiable hunger in her eyes before he exits the door.

    "I'm on the hunt, I'm after you~."
     
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    • CompassJimbo said:
    Hungry Wolf is about to go on the prowl.

    [=]

    The scent of love permeates the air, and it's almost suffocating. The most unlikely of couples, contrary to what the others say, are about to make it official. A first in history. A man and his warship are to be lawfully wedded.

    She scoffs. While she's not surprised that someone else is first, she's still surprised that it's Mutsu, rather than Kongou, as she long suspected. It's a Big Seven day, and even the hyperactive battlecruiser is toning it down. More will no doubt follow in the coming months and years.

    Except her, it seems like.

    "I'm incredibly busy."

    "You're not my type."

    Even when she tried to do things right, nothing worked. Nobody appreciated her, save her sisters. Not in that way, though, which was fine. She brushes a few locks of wavy brown hair away from her face and lets out a sigh. Richardson and Mutsu deserve to make one another happy, though. Maybe one day she would be at that altar. But her gloved hand lacks a ring, reminding her that such a day seems further and further away.

    "And he's single~!"

    Her ears pick up the teasing call from the hapless cameraman Naka brought along. She catches scent. A lanky young man. If Ooyodo had an American counterpart, he would be it. She could see the two together, but Goto's secretary was too busy stuffing her face full of coffee and paperwork to even give a damn about finding someone. Not that she would complain. It meant a chance to correct a wrong.

    Her russet brown eyes scan him from head to toe, but being a submarine crewman, from what the cameraman mentioned, he's on high alert. While he doesn't openly show it, he's on edge, unused to being surrounded by people, and by so much power. He heard what the cameraman said, too. A sonobuoy dropped right on his head. He knows that any number of the others here will gun for him the first chance they get, save the Bride, for obvious reasons and Kongou, whose heart was set on her Admiral from Day One. His walking is stiff, his head tries not to swivel around too much.

    Worthy prey for this Hungry Wolf, perhaps?

    He's clearly nervous, but she would go easy on him if it means Victory.

    The sharks were no doubt catching scent, but she had it first. A few others eye him much like a box of gourmet chocolates. She isn't in the mood to share. It's all or nothing.

    The ceremony passes without incident. Admiral Richardson and Mutsu are now the first Man and Ship to be wedded, and again, the first of many. The other groomsmen pass down the aisle behind the newlywed couple, already expecting children. She wants kids. But that won't happen unless she finds someone.

    The other groomsmen are escorted by the bridesmaids present. And he was escorted by her. The Standard, the Martyr. He's even more on edge, the scent of dread wafting through the air, barely noticeable amidst the smell of love. Even the cameraman is aware she has the sailor's scent, giving her a knowing look. Said sailor, Hunter, is probably coming up with an evasion plan, either from Arizona, or from the wolfpack of ships that would no doubt gun for him.

    But the Hunter is about to become the Hunted. There is a small irony to it. A submarine had claimed her before she could reach Myoukou, trapped with Takao in besieged Singapore. And now she is about to go after someone who serves aboard one, one that could tear her original hull asunder and sink her escorts in a heartbeat.

    Dangerous prey, but Victory would be more than worth it. She would need to outwit her competition, beat them, and ensure that her target would be unable to escape to deep waters, where he could evade his pursuers. It's a game of Four-Dimensional Chess, as someone online said. Not only would she need to know where to put her pieces, but when.

    She takes inventory. She knows herself well, what parts of her stand out. And her dress is wisely chosen. Just enough of her to entice, to lure. But merely luring him may not be enough. Given the fact that she has competition in the form of several other ships, she may have to go for a direct attack.

    She gives him one direct look, letting him see the insatiable hunger in her eyes before he exits the door.

    "I'm on the hunt, I'm after you~."
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