[X] You're a damn cruiser. You will not be defeated by an inanimate object. You can figure this out!
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KanColle: Eskimo Pie Quest
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[X] You're a damn cruiser. You will not be defeated by an inanimate object. You can figure this out!
I believe in you, Alaska!
I believe in you, Alaska!
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
[X] You're a damn cruiser. You will not be defeated by an inanimate object. You can figure this out!
- Location
- United States
That might be a good first step instead if Alaska figures out she has crew to help her.
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- Location
- 'Murica
You briefly consider trying to figure it out yourself. But it wasn't worth risking your one-and-only fitting bra just to proove a point... It's not like there'd even be anyone around to witness your triumph. And... if you screwed up, it'd become legendary rumor mill fodder. Luckily, your parka's think enough, and your bust small enough, that you don't strictly speaking need everything... contained if you're just gonna pop out for a quick look around.
You pause halfway though buttoning up your vest. You really need to work on your metephors, that almost went lewd. One of the long list of things you needed to practice on if you wanted to be a real shipgirl. You take a moment to pose in the mirror, rocking on your heels to make sure you're not too jiggly. Luckily for you, you've got the sleek build of a racing cruiser. No unnecessary unsupported weight for you!
A few more steps takes you to the door. You take a moment to mentally prepare yourself for walking around the base with your proverbial broadsides exposed, then carefully rotate the handle.
"Mornin' Ma'am!" A cheery-faced young woman meets you in the door. She's human, the lack of any obvious... shipiness to her tells you that much. But you can't help but be reminded of a destroyer. She's short, barely reaching your sternum, and you can tell she's got a broad, plump build though her baggy blue-camouflaged fatigues.
"Hello..." you take a second to scour her uniform for her nametape and rank insignia, "Yeoman Haley?"
"Yes ma'am!" said the Yeoman, offering you a steaming carafe of coffee and a box of donuts. You're almost certain she wasn't carrying either item ten seconds ago. "Let's get you feeling at home, yeah?" she said, her chubby face beaming in a freckle-filled smile.
"Um.. yeah, sure," you say, taking a long gulp from the carafe. It was coffee alright... but there was something special about it. It wasn't just coffee, you could taste just a hint of salt, and... was that nutmeg? Whatever the spices were, it tasted like the elixir of the gods themselves. You barely remembered to put it down long enough to stuff a donut in your face.
"How'd those swimsuits work out for ya?" asked the Yeoman, smiling to herself as she cleaned up some of the destroyers' mess.
"Pretty good, actually," you say, one eyebrow perking up at the sailor's significantly... there-er bust. That suit fit you like a glove! But you were tall and lanky, not short and curvy. "Uh..."
"You're gonna ask why I had a suit in your size?"
You nod.
Haley smiled at you, "All of you girls come back with just the clothes on your back, that's no way to live."
"But..." you glance down at your curiserly-curves, "How did you-"
"Know your size?" Haley chuckled, pointing to the rank tab on her blouse.
"Oh," you shrug. That makes total sense.
[ ] "So.... I have a question for you..."
[ ] She hasn't noticed yet. Maybe you can figure this out later...
[ ] Other girls? How many are there?
You pause halfway though buttoning up your vest. You really need to work on your metephors, that almost went lewd. One of the long list of things you needed to practice on if you wanted to be a real shipgirl. You take a moment to pose in the mirror, rocking on your heels to make sure you're not too jiggly. Luckily for you, you've got the sleek build of a racing cruiser. No unnecessary unsupported weight for you!
A few more steps takes you to the door. You take a moment to mentally prepare yourself for walking around the base with your proverbial broadsides exposed, then carefully rotate the handle.
"Mornin' Ma'am!" A cheery-faced young woman meets you in the door. She's human, the lack of any obvious... shipiness to her tells you that much. But you can't help but be reminded of a destroyer. She's short, barely reaching your sternum, and you can tell she's got a broad, plump build though her baggy blue-camouflaged fatigues.
"Hello..." you take a second to scour her uniform for her nametape and rank insignia, "Yeoman Haley?"
"Yes ma'am!" said the Yeoman, offering you a steaming carafe of coffee and a box of donuts. You're almost certain she wasn't carrying either item ten seconds ago. "Let's get you feeling at home, yeah?" she said, her chubby face beaming in a freckle-filled smile.
"Um.. yeah, sure," you say, taking a long gulp from the carafe. It was coffee alright... but there was something special about it. It wasn't just coffee, you could taste just a hint of salt, and... was that nutmeg? Whatever the spices were, it tasted like the elixir of the gods themselves. You barely remembered to put it down long enough to stuff a donut in your face.
"How'd those swimsuits work out for ya?" asked the Yeoman, smiling to herself as she cleaned up some of the destroyers' mess.
"Pretty good, actually," you say, one eyebrow perking up at the sailor's significantly... there-er bust. That suit fit you like a glove! But you were tall and lanky, not short and curvy. "Uh..."
"You're gonna ask why I had a suit in your size?"
You nod.
Haley smiled at you, "All of you girls come back with just the clothes on your back, that's no way to live."
"But..." you glance down at your curiserly-curves, "How did you-"
"Know your size?" Haley chuckled, pointing to the rank tab on her blouse.
"Oh," you shrug. That makes total sense.
[ ] "So.... I have a question for you..."
[ ] She hasn't noticed yet. Maybe you can figure this out later...
[ ] Other girls? How many are there?
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
In this specific case crew is not much of the help.
- Location
- United States
[X] "So.... I have a question for you..."
She has the memories of her crews, but does she know she currently has faerie crew members? That's my question. They haven't shown up yet, and I'm not sure she realizes they can be of help with physical tasks outside of her if she does.
Will we need to roll to resist cuddling her at some point?
A bit disappointed that Alaska didn't even try, but oh well. *shrugs*
[X] "So.... I have a question for you..."
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
Should be thick.
[X] "So.... I have a question for you..."
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
[X] "So.... I have a question for you..."
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
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I kind of derped on that initially. It should be Yeoman Haley.
[X] "So.... I have a question for you..."
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
This works!
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
This works!
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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[X] "So.... I have a question for you..."
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
[X] "So.... I have a question for you..."
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
While I think the phrasing of this is awkward, the idea is generally what I want. Specifically, I believe that solving Alsaka's bra problem once and for all is important to do here and now, but also deeply want to know which other ship-girls are assigned to here. Personally, I don't think you should feel to constrained by the exact ordering or wording of this vote as long as both of the above objectives are accomplished.
[X] After receiving an answer to the previous question, also ask about the other shipgirls Yeoman Haley mentioned.
While I think the phrasing of this is awkward, the idea is generally what I want. Specifically, I believe that solving Alsaka's bra problem once and for all is important to do here and now, but also deeply want to know which other ship-girls are assigned to here. Personally, I don't think you should feel to constrained by the exact ordering or wording of this vote as long as both of the above objectives are accomplished.
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- Location
- 'Murica
You purse your lips, your hands resting on your hips as you watch the smiling yeoman tidy up after the destroyers. You're no battleship, you're not built to charge into the thick of things... you have finesse, poise. You strike with precision and control... but there's no elegant way to go about this. "So... I have a, uh.. question for you," you say, your cheeks tinting rose as you speak.
"What is it, ma'am?"
You blush even more as you sheepishly hold up the bra that so confounded you.
The Yeoman's face tints every shade under the rainbow as she tries to keep from laughing. "Oh... honey..." she give you a warm hug. "C'mere, I'll show you."
A scant few minutes later, you're back in your full outfit, the fabric of your bra feels so perfectly snug against your skin, it's almost like you're not wearing anything. "Wow," you say, gently testing your handiwork with a bounce of your heels. "That was so easy."
"I told you," said Halley, giving you a pat on the back for your efforts, "You just have to think."
"Still... thanks," you smile, dragging her in for a tight hug before finally letting her go. "Is this something you do alot?"
"Pretty much," she said, "You're one of my better students." She rested her hands on her hips, motioning to the hallway with a jerk of her head, "I assume you want breakfast?"
You nod, your stomach's rumble all the reply you need.
Halley smiled, trotting down the hall towards the stairs.
"So," you break out in a trot to keep up, your belly humming away happily at the thought of a fresh-cooked breakfast. "You said there's other shipgirls here?"
Halley nodded, "Yeah, but you're the biggest one yet." She glanced at your rather flat chest, "Well... not biggest, but largest, if you know what I mean."
You really don't, but you decide to keep your mouth closed for now.
"Mess is right over there," said Halley, nodding to a set of double-doors helpfully labeled as "SHIPGIRL MESS."
You nod in thanks and push your way though the door. The smells of bacon and eggs assault your senses, your mouth waters at the delicous smells filling the swampy air, and you catch yourself licking your lips as you wander towards the buffet line. You're still learning what you like, so you fill your tray with a little bit of everything, and top it off with a tall glass of milk.
Now... you need to figure out where to sit..
You see a Heavy cruiser, a Myoko if you're not mistaken, sitting at a table almost awash with the splattered blue fatigues you'd seen the sailors wearing. By the looks of it, she's regaling them with war stories. You can't help but notice how much she looks like you. Same build, same general facial structure... if she gained about a foot, the two of you could be sisters!
On the other hand, you spot Dee sitting with another girl. A very... very... girlish girl in a coral-blue longcoat. The enormously curvy girl is giggling about... something, her honey-blonde hair glittering in the air as she laughs at... something or other. The two of them are speaking too fast to make out any individual words, other than a cheery "PanPakaPan!"
But before you make your choice, you spot a third girl, a flat-top. You guess an Independence-class CVL. She doesn't look lonely, the book she's reading must be really engrossing. But you don't like the idea of anyone having to dine alone, let alone a carrier.
[ ] Sit with the Myoko
[ ] Sit with Dee
[ ] Sit with the carrier.
"What is it, ma'am?"
You blush even more as you sheepishly hold up the bra that so confounded you.
The Yeoman's face tints every shade under the rainbow as she tries to keep from laughing. "Oh... honey..." she give you a warm hug. "C'mere, I'll show you."
A scant few minutes later, you're back in your full outfit, the fabric of your bra feels so perfectly snug against your skin, it's almost like you're not wearing anything. "Wow," you say, gently testing your handiwork with a bounce of your heels. "That was so easy."
"I told you," said Halley, giving you a pat on the back for your efforts, "You just have to think."
"Still... thanks," you smile, dragging her in for a tight hug before finally letting her go. "Is this something you do alot?"
"Pretty much," she said, "You're one of my better students." She rested her hands on her hips, motioning to the hallway with a jerk of her head, "I assume you want breakfast?"
You nod, your stomach's rumble all the reply you need.
Halley smiled, trotting down the hall towards the stairs.
"So," you break out in a trot to keep up, your belly humming away happily at the thought of a fresh-cooked breakfast. "You said there's other shipgirls here?"
Halley nodded, "Yeah, but you're the biggest one yet." She glanced at your rather flat chest, "Well... not biggest, but largest, if you know what I mean."
You really don't, but you decide to keep your mouth closed for now.
"Mess is right over there," said Halley, nodding to a set of double-doors helpfully labeled as "SHIPGIRL MESS."
You nod in thanks and push your way though the door. The smells of bacon and eggs assault your senses, your mouth waters at the delicous smells filling the swampy air, and you catch yourself licking your lips as you wander towards the buffet line. You're still learning what you like, so you fill your tray with a little bit of everything, and top it off with a tall glass of milk.
Now... you need to figure out where to sit..
You see a Heavy cruiser, a Myoko if you're not mistaken, sitting at a table almost awash with the splattered blue fatigues you'd seen the sailors wearing. By the looks of it, she's regaling them with war stories. You can't help but notice how much she looks like you. Same build, same general facial structure... if she gained about a foot, the two of you could be sisters!
On the other hand, you spot Dee sitting with another girl. A very... very... girlish girl in a coral-blue longcoat. The enormously curvy girl is giggling about... something, her honey-blonde hair glittering in the air as she laughs at... something or other. The two of them are speaking too fast to make out any individual words, other than a cheery "PanPakaPan!"
But before you make your choice, you spot a third girl, a flat-top. You guess an Independence-class CVL. She doesn't look lonely, the book she's reading must be really engrossing. But you don't like the idea of anyone having to dine alone, let alone a carrier.
[ ] Sit with the Myoko
[ ] Sit with Dee
[ ] Sit with the carrier.
- Location
- United States
Hm, Which party to crash.
The war story party, the rapid conversation we can't keep up with, or the person who wants to be left alone with her book...
This is a difficult choice, but Dee's around and she could use a surprise hug, and we should probably learn what her note said.
[X] Sit with Dee
The war story party, the rapid conversation we can't keep up with, or the person who wants to be left alone with her book...
This is a difficult choice, but Dee's around and she could use a surprise hug, and we should probably learn what her note said.
[X] Sit with Dee
[X] Sit with Dee
[X] Sit with the Myoko
Could be fun!
Could be fun!
[X] Sit with Dee
As much as I'd love to meet the Independence (we should keep an eye on her and introduce ourself if she gets up to leave!), a friend of mine would kill me if I didn't take the opportunity to introduce Alaska to Atago.
As much as I'd love to meet the Independence (we should keep an eye on her and introduce ourself if she gets up to leave!), a friend of mine would kill me if I didn't take the opportunity to introduce Alaska to Atago.
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So, "PanPakaPan" girl is Atago? What's the story behind that?
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
You need to put X in brackets.
Also http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/kancolle/images/5/57/Atago-Equipment_3.ogg
- Location
- United States
She has... generous tracts of land - uh, ocean? The Takao class cruisers were notoriously top heavy and that seems to have translated into their human forms. She's also perky, can-do, energetic, but not all out crazy like Kongou.
