>>2690220
>>School
Schoolgirl Dorothea! Yes!

>>2690220
>>Country

Maybe we can find a blacksmith who can make her a custom sword, or a replica of Admiral Nelson's sword?

>>2690220
>School

>>2690220
>School

So any fencing clubs there so we could do a bit of sparring with Dorodoro?

>>2690220
>>City

>>2690220
>>City
TIME FOR DECULTURE!

Wonder if Nelson's column is still around?

>>2690220
>Country

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>>2690220
You tell the pilot to set a course for the Naval Academy. Despite it's name, it wasn't actually located in New London proper, instead being on the outskirts of they city on England's eastern coast, at the mouth of River Thames. The pilot nods and the shuttle shifts as it vectors for it's destination.

However, the shift was enough to rouse Dorothea from her slumber, and her eyes squint and flutter as she awakes.

"W-where are we?" She mumbles, still groggy and unsure of her surroundings.

"Still in the air." You say. "We're almost at our destination."

"Mhm..." Dorothea suppresses a yawn as she straightens out her jacket. "And where exactly are we landing?"

>That's a surprise.
>The Naval Academy.
>Other

>>2690344
>The Naval Academy.

>>2690344
>>The Naval Academy.

>>2690344
>>The Naval Academy.

Tell me, do you like the idea of being swarmed by school girls?

>>2690344
>>That's a surprise.

>>2690344
>That's a surprise.

No time to prepare a disguise.

>>2690344
>>That's a surprise.
Wonder if there are any of her former classmates in the faculty? particularly those of a Christmas Cake kind?

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>>2690344
Aaaaand, we ended up with a tie, so we'll have to roll it off!

1. Surprise
2. Academy

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>>2690421
"That's a surprise." You say with a smile.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this...?" Dorothea frowns.

And then on instinct, she turns her head to look out the window, just as the Academy comes into range for a nice, bird's eye view.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2690431

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2690431
I wonder if we can get her to wear her old school uniform.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2690431

>>2690435
Maybe even a maid outfit?

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>>2690431

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>>2690431
Dorothea's head surely but slowly swivels back to face you, her face a nice shade of red like her hair as the realization of what you had done dawns upon her.

There's no dignified silence, or witty comeback. All of Dorothea's acquired British mannerisms fail her and she's left with only one avenue of action.

"You cheeky cunt." She groans. "I'm not even dressed properly! I thought we'd be going to the city!"

You just burst into laughter. Of all the things, THAT'S what she's most worried about?

"This is serious!' Dorothea pouts, giving you an annoyed glare. "I'm still a NUNS officer and I should be expected to carry myself as one in the Academy!"

>I think you're overthinking this a bit too much.
>I'm sure we can find something for you to wear when we land.
>Other

>>2690455
>>I'm sure we can find something for you to wear when we land.
>>Other
Maybe your old school uniform fits.

>>2690455
>I think you're overthinking this a bit too much.
Weren't we just in a meeting with High Command? When did she get the chance to go change clothes?

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>>2690464
There's a bit of a minor timeskip in between!

>>2690455
>>I think you're overthinking this a bit too much.

>>2690455
>>I'm sure we can find something for you to wear when we land.

>>2690455
>>I think you're overthinking this a bit too much.
It's just a quick visit, maybe a short speech at daily assembly, check in with the faculty, see which cadets show potential etc.
>>2690464
Do not underestimate Harry's ability for forward planning, now that he has verified the data on Dorothea's sizes

>>2690455
>>I think you're overthinking this a bit too much.

What are we wearing for comparison?

>>2690480
>Has estimated, and knows Dorothea's actual sizes, and has the resources available to attain any outfit

Truly Harry has the devilish potential to dress her up in all sorts of outfits.

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>>2690490
>>2690480

We all know a certain someone is probably knows her sizes.

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>>2690455
"I think you're overthinking this too much." You laugh. "I mean, it's not like you're coming here in any official capacity, right? You don't have to make any sort of big, stuffy speech or lecture in front of the cadets, so it should be fine."

"I... I suppose." Dorothea sighs. "But I'm holding you personally responsible for anything that happens."

"Sure, sure." You nod absentmindedly as the shuttle lands.

As you step out, you see a large, regal stone building. Obviously a replica built as close as possible to one of the original naval colleges that used to exist. It had a very... intimidating feel to it, looking it at the first time.

Maybe that was the point, honestly.

You also do note that that...

>The place was packed with cadets.
>The place looked rather empty.
>Other

>>2690541
>The place looked rather empty.

>>2690541

>The place was packed with cadets.
>other: A humiliated cadet on stage forced to sing cheesy songs in front of fellow cadets as some sort of punishment/hazing/lost bet

>>2690541
>The place looked rather empty.

Are they at an event?

>>2690541
>>The place was packed with cadets.
We should headpat all the junior officers.

>>2690541
>>The place was packed with cadets.

>>2690541
>>The place was packed with cadets.

We're incognito, the only thing we should worry about are Dorothea's friends sicing the cadets on us.

>>2690541
>>2690546
This.

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>>2690565
some of the faculty members don't seem to want to act their post-Xmas age

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>>2690541
The whole campus was absolutely PACKED with cadets in their simple but recognizable uniforms. Looks like you came at just the right time to catch them between class periods, as there were hundreds of them just milling about. A bunch of them turn their attention to Dorothea and you, but possibly because you were both in civilian dress and didn't look military...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2690631

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2690631

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2690631

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>>2690631
You both get a mix of curious and suspicious looks, but otherwise none of the cadets go out of their way to bother you. Civilian visitors weren't uncommon, and their military discipline no doubt meant they were conditioned not to question these things.

"It's practically the same since I've left..." Dorothea sighs as she looks around. No doubt old memories being dredged up.

"Excuse me, sir, ma'am." One of the cadets, a young girl, steps up. "Do you two need help finding your way around?"

>You could use a guide.
>Dorothea should be good enough to get you around.
>Other

>>2690672
>>You could use a guide.
Never know how much has changed over the years.

>>2690672
>You could use a guide.

>>2690672
>>You could use a guide.
We can need some help to wherever we need to sign the visitors book

>>2690672
>You could use a guide.

>>2690672
>You could use a guide.

>>2690672
>You could use a guide.

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>>2690672
"Yeah, we could use a guide." You nod.

"Harry!" Dorothea chastises you. "We can't just just intrude on a cadet's schedule!"

"Don't worry! It's fine, ma'am!" The cadet replies quickly. "I have a free period, anyways!"

"Well..." Dorothea pauses, any excuse for turning the helpful cadet away now gone. "I suppose that's fine, Cadet..."

"Cadet Fletcher, at your service!" The cadet salutes enthusiastically. "Where would you like to go? Are you here to meet the Headmaster? Visit the museum? See the dockyard?"

"Er, well..." Dorothea pauses.

>See the Headmaster.
>Go check out the museum.
>See the dockyard.
>Other

>>2690795
>Go check out the museum.

Time to see what survived after all these years.

>>2690795
>>See the dockyard.

>>2690795
>See the dockyard.

>>2690795
>Go check out the museum.

>>2690795
>>See the dockyard.
>inb4 Young Doro pretended to be a Pirate Queen

>>2690795
>>Go check out the museum.

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>>2690795
Well, we got another tie here so time for another roll off!

1. Museum
2. Dockyard

>>2690857

>Loli Pirate Queen Dorothea

We need pictures of her as a kid if we haven't seen them already, and show her our kid photos.

>>2690885
I wonder if we can get involved in a training fight after the Museum. Just show up while some cadets are doing pilot training, midflight.

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>>2690885
"The museum sounds great." You grin. "How about we check that out?"

"I suppose so..." Dorothea nods nervously.

"All right! It's just this way!" Cadet Fletcher says happily as she spins on her heel and starts marching for the front door of the main building.

As you enter, you marvel at the stone construction and architecture, wondering just how well the architects were able to recreate the original. Then again, if the regular person couldn't tell the difference, did it matter?

Dorothea, however, was a bit more stiff in her posture and movements than normal, and you wonder if she had some sort of cramp or something, and then you quickly see why.

As Cadet Fletcher leads into large, marble chamber, you are immediately greeted by rows and rows of glass cases containing numerous items, relics, and models of all types.

And up there, on one of the walls, was a massive display of paintings and pictures and trophies and awards. No doubt this was the schools "trophy wall". And up there in the center was a prominent row of portraits showing hand painted pictures of students. No doubt the top honor students that had graduated from the place.

And right there among them was what you could swear was a young Dorothea.

Dorothea just look at the picture and freezes.

>Just silently observe it.
>Tease Dorothea about it.
>Other

>>2690903
>>Tease Dorothea about it.
>>Other
Ask Fletcher about the picture of Young Dorothea.

>>2690903
>>Just silently observe it.
As much as i'd love to tease her i have a vague feeling now's not the time

>>2690903
>Just silently observe it.

>>2690903
>>>Tease Dorothea about it.
>>>Other
>Ask Fletcher about the picture of Young Dorothea.

>>2690903
Supporting >>2690908

>>2690903
>Just silently observe it.

>>2690903
>>Just silently observe it.

>>2690903
>>Tease Dorothea about it.

>>2690903
>Ask Fletcher about the picture of Young Dorothea.

>>2690903
>Ask Fletcher about the picture of Young Dorothea.

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>>2690903
...

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>>2690949
...

>>2690952
Ummm
Starts proud then slowly goes catatonic?

>>2690959
>sees the class picture
>this is the classmate who collided with an asteroid during a space fold
>this is the guy who got killed in a missile test malfunction
>this is that popular girl who got disoriented during VF night flying manoeuvres and crashed in the Mach Loop
>this is that fat kid, who oh wait whatever happened to him?

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>>2690952
"Hey." You tap Cadet Fletcher's shoulder and point up to the portrait of Dorothea. "Who's that up there?"

"Oh!" Cadet Fletcher's face brightens up. "That's only Dorothea Nelson! One of the the Academy's top students of all time!"

You see Dorothea trying to edge away but you grab her hand to keep her from escaping.

"Hey, don't you want to hear the story?" You grin.

Dorothea just shoots you an extremely venomous but embarrassed glare which amuses you more than it intimidates.

"She was the top of the class in every subject she studied!" Cadet Fletcher continues. "Sailing, history, fencing, marksmanship, academics, and more! She basically aced every course the school had to offer!"

"Is she now?" You grin as you bob your head at Dorothea. "So you can say she was the model student!"

"The modelest of models!" Cadet Fletcher nods and pauses, just now taking a good look at Dorothea's face. She looks at it, and then back at the portrait, and repeats the motion several times.

"Ohmygod that's YOOOOOUUUU!" She squeals, and the pauses and salutes. "It's an honor to meet you, Admiral!"

"T-that's not necessary..." Dorothea stammers.

Sheesh, she really was a different person when back in her old school. Then again, you would probably be the same.

"I got so many questions to ask yoouuuu!" Cadet Fletcher's eyes sparkle.

>Maybe some other time, let's continue the tour.
>Let Cadet Fletcher indulge herself.
>Other

>>2691014
>>2690959
>photos of the grad party surface with everyone in costumes like maid outfits or bunnysuits.

>>2691019
>>Let Cadet Fletcher indulge herself.
>>Other
Let's continue the tour

>>2691019
>>Let Cadet Fletcher indulge herself.

>>2691019
>>Let Cadet Fletcher indulge herself.
>>Other
Top of every class, eh?
NEEEEEERD!

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>>2691019
>Let Cadet Fletcher indulge herself.

>inb4 Fletcher imagines idealized Doro looking like she was straight out of Rose of Versailles with super long limbs and eyelashes.

>>2691019
>>Maybe some other time, let's continue the tour.

"So I take it she was the 'Prince' of the school?"

>>2691019
>Maybe some other time, let's continue the tour.

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>>2691019
You just let Cadet Fletcher indulge herself as she barrages poor Dorothea under a sustain assault of questions and queries. Meanwhile, you take the opportunity to get a better look around the museum by yourself for a few minutes, if you so chose.

In one wing, you could see where the school had stored some of the few Royal Navy relics that had managed to survive the bombardment. Might be a neat educational experience.

In the main hall were exhibits dedicated to more contemporary topics, such as older pattern Valkyries and material related to the original SDF-1 and its exploits in Space War One.

And finally, in another wing looked to be the trophy hall dedicated solely to the Academy's own academic and sports achievements. Maybe you'll find a little more of Dorothea's past in there?

>Relics
>Modern history
>Trophy Hall
>Other

>>2691087
>Relics

>>2691087
>Relics

>>2691087
>>Modern history
Check out the SDF-1 stuff, maybe we can find some ideas for the old VF-4.

>>2691087
>>Trophy Hall
So was she proficient with rapier, sabre, or epee?

>>2691087
>>Trophy Hall

>>2691087
>Trophy Hall

I have to wonder how related Fletcher and Dorothea are to their respective ancestors.

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>>2691097
>So was she proficient with rapier, sabre, or epee?
Seems more like an Estoc girl to me.

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>>2691087
You wander over the trophy hall, where you see all a manner of tributes to the various sports that the Academy supported. The most immediate and prominent was their soccer team, or what the British called "football", it was dreadfully confusing. However, as you went down the line, you saw other sports such as swimming, track and field, and cricket, whatever the hell that was.

Most notably though, you saw one picture in particular showing Dorothea holding a rather large trophy with a big a stupid grin, obviously caught in the heat of the moment. A brief flash of the genuine girl under all that manufactured stoicism.

Upon closer examination, you found that particular sport she had won was...

>Swimming
>Sailing
>Fencing
>Other

>>2691147
>Fencing

>>2691147
>Other
Bowling

>>2691147
>>Swimming

Nothing sexier than a one-piece.

>>2691147
>>Fencing
Estoc!

>>2691147
>Swimming

>>2691147
>>Other
A sport of strategy, teamwork and skill!
Curling!!!

>>2691147
>Boxing

>>2691147
>Fencing

>>2691147
>Fencing
Though swimming is tempting just for the idea of a picture of young Doro in a swimsuit

>>2691176
Why worry about seeing young Doro in a swimsuit when we've already seen finely matured Doro in one? Nothing can compete.

>>2691193
Because Young Doro has youthful exuberance and immature cuteness. Mature Doro has Ara Ara~ and experience.

>>2691197
To each their own, I'd prefer to see young Doro grinning like a nerd while wearing soft, form fitting fencing gear

>>2691193
>>2691197
Then there's also seeing young Doro's fit body and how she matured.

>>2691203
Honestly, I wouldn't mind her teaching us fencing. Just incase we ever get into a Giant Robot Sword Fight.

>>2691212
Or for Karla to blow it completely out of proportion as a fight between us so she can run a gambling ring to get some extra cash.

>>2691203
>stinky fencing gear
>hot and sweaty ballistic nylon and kevlar
>boobplate and foggy mask
yeah, really fetching.

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>>2691225
At this rate, we mught as well get her a custom formfitting flightsuit for a two-seater flight..

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>>2691147
She had apparently won a fencing competition of some sort. Her mask was off, and she was wearing that form fitting protective suit. It also helped that the trophy she was holding had two fencing swords crossed against each other.

Honestly, she looked pretty cute in that getup, Even if the thick and heavy fencing suit wasn't all that sexy, young Dorothea's youthful exuberance seemed to leap out the picture.

"Harry? Where did you go?" You hear Dorothea call out. Looks like she's sated Cadet Fletcher's curiosity, at least for now.

>Go out and meet her.
>Lure her in here to see this blast from the past.
>Other

>>2691243
As long as she doesn't touch the VF-4. That's for us to baby and Amy to pretend fighter pilot in.

>>2691245
>>Lure her in here to see this blast from the past.

>>2691245
>Lure her in
>>2691243
>Taking Doro on a flight through a nebula as a date
I like how you think.

>>2691245
>Lure her in here to see this blast from the past.

>>2691245
>>Lure her in here to see this blast from the past.

>>2691245
>>Lure her in here to see this blast from the past.
Maybe she can have a match with us?

>>2691243
>>2691254
So what colour scheme should her suit have? I'm thinking it should be primarily red with white and yellow details with plenty of space for rank patches.

>>2691264
Same as her idol uniform

>>2691264
Red with a gold trim and epaulets.

>>2691245
>Go out and meet her.
Enough embarrassing her for one time. We brought her here to let her have fun, not bully her.

>>2691280
Speak for yourself. I came to her alma mater explicitly to tease her.

>>2691245
>Go out and meet her.

>>2691283
She will be so right when she dumps our ass.

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>>2691245
"I'm right in here!" You call out.

"Honestly, what you doing here-" Dorothea pauses when she rounds the corner and see the display you are in front of. "My god, is that-"

"Oooooh, that fencing match was LEGENDARY!" Cadet Fletcher dashes forward. "It was down to the final match, and both Miss Nelson and her foe were evenly matched! But thanks to Miss Nelson's impenetrable defense, she was able to carry the day!"

"Please, you don't have to go into so much detail..." Dorothea groans, her face fully red again.

"But it was one of the greatest matches in Academy history!" Cadet Fletcher maintains. "You should be proud of it!"

"I am, it's just... embarrassing to hear other people speak of it so highly." Dorothea sighs. "I wasn't doing anything special."

>I suppose that makes sense.
>You're plenty special, Dorothea.
>Other

>>2691245
>Go out and meet her
Enough bully

>>2691292
>>You're plenty special, Dorothea.
>>Other
"Be proud of your accomplishments. You should hear the stories told in the pilot's lounge about their greatest moments."

>>2691292
>You're plenty special, Dorothea.

>>2691292
>>I suppose that makes sense.

>>2691292
>I suppose that makes sense.

>>2691292
>You’re plenty special, Dorothea
But in a genuine way. No bully.

>>2691292
>You're plenty special, Dorothea.

>>2691292
>I suppose that makes sense
>But you're still pretty special to me.

>>2691292
Her parents must be proud.

Assuming she isn't vat grown.

>>2691292
>I suppose that makes sense.

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>>2691292
...

>>2691324
Dorothea keeps rolling Nat 20 and Nat 1 at the same time tonight.

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>>2691324
"You're plenty special, Dorothea." You grin, taking her hand. "You should be proud of your accomplishments."

Dorothea just seems to freeze. Her legs then buckle and falls forward into your chest. Thankfully, you're close and quick enough to catch her.

"Oh no!" Cadet Fletcher gasps. "Is she okay?"

"I-I'm fine." Dorothea assures her. "I'm just a bit exhausted, that's all."

"D-do you need to go the nurse's office anything?" Cadet Fletcher asks, obviously worried.

>That's probably a good idea.
>I think we're good.
>Other

>>2691330
>That's probably a good idea.

>>2691330
>I think we're good but do you mind fetching her some water while I sit her down?

>>2691330
>>That's probably a good idea.
At least get her some water and take a break for 10 minutes.

>>2691330
>I think we're good.

>>2691330
>That's probably a good idea.

>>2691330
>That's probably a good idea.

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>>2691330
"That's a good idea." You nod. "Can you lead the way?"

Cadet Fletcher then dutifully leads you down the stone halls to another wing of the building, with you supporting he dazed Dorothea all along the way. Up ahead, you could see a door with the word INFIRMARY written on it.

Inside, you could see a couple of rows of beds lined up along the walls. There was a desk for the doctor on duty to work at, and shelves of medicine and medical equipment. Very much like a very large doctor's office. You set Dorothea down on the bed while Cadet Fletcher pours a glass of water from a prepared pitcher.

"Thanks." You nod as you take the glass from the Cadet. Just then, you hear a loud ringing.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to head out now." Cadet Fletcher sighs. "I have track practice to go to now!"

"Don't worry, you've been more than a help to us." You smile. "We'll be fine."

"Okay.!" Cadet Fletcher nods, encouraged by your assurances. "Well, the doctor should be coming back soon, so just wait a little longer!"

And with that, Cadet Fletcher makes her exit. Heh, she was a pretty nice kid, you reckon.

Dorothea, meanwhile, was snuggled up in the bed you set her down in, breathing softly but certainly.

>Better stay here with Dorothea.
>Step out in the hall and give her some space.
>Other

>>2691376
>Better stay here with Dorothea.

>>2691376
>Better stay here with Dorothea
Plant our ass in a chair

>>2691376
>>Better stay here with Dorothea.

>>2691376
>Stay here.

>>2691376
>Better stay here with Dorothea.

>>2691376
>Better stay here with Dorothea.

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>>2691310
>vat grown
So she's presumably made from a bit of Admiral Nelson?
>>2691376
>Step out in the hall and give her some space.

>>2691376
>>Better stay here with Dorothea.
Also I bet there's no female cadet with the surname Fletcher

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>>2691376
You decide to stay in the room with Dorothea, loyally taking up a chair and taking a seat next to her bed to keep an eye on her. Dorothea mumbles as she turns over to face you.

"I suppose I've done nothing but make myself look like a fool in front of you today." She sighs.

"Don't be silly, it was really educational." You chuckle at the minor pun. "It let me see a side of you that you normally don't show all that much."

"Really?" Dorothea raises an eyebrow.

"I'm serious." You tell her. "Seeing Cadet Nelson being so cute really makes me appreciate Admiral Nelson all the more."

"Nnnnnnn." Dorothea turns away, making sure to hide her face from you. So transparent. "...thanks, I appreciate it."

"No problem." You grin as you ruffle her hair. Fortunately, she does nothing to stop you or retaliate.

"Anyways, I'm feeling better now." Dorothea says as she gets up from the bed. "I appreciate you bringing me back here, I really do, but I think we've spent enough time away from the Fleet."

>Whatever you say.
>Can't we stick around a little longer?
>Other

>>2691419
>Can't we stick around a little longer?

>>2691419
>Whatever you say.
Back to work

>>2691419
>>Can't we stick around a little longer?
I was hoping to shoot down some cadets.

>>2691419
>Whatever you say.

>>2691419
>Can't we stick around a little longer?
>Maybe you can show me a real British pub?

>>2691419
>Whatever you say.

>>2691419
>>Can't we stick around a little longer?

Well, we have a better idea for gifts.

>>2691419
>Can't we stay a little longer, maybe go shopping or visit a real British pub?

>>2691419
>Can't we stick around a little longer?

Let's see an (underground) idol concert as a civilian.

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>>2691442
>>2691428

Or how about a fun night singing at the pub? I'm sure that Harry is decent enough to do a duet or be backup vocals.

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>>2691419
"Can't we stick around a little longer?" You ask. "Maybe hit up a local pub?"

"Hmph, want an excuse to drink, huh?" Dorothea chuckles. "All right, I know a place nearby..."

Dorothea gets up from her bed, having found her strength again as she guides you out of the infirmary and through the halls, stopping at what looks like a utility door.

"I don't think I have to tell you that what you see here is not uttered to anybody else." Dorothea cautions you.

"Of course." You nod.

Satisfied with your reply, Dorothea pulls the door open and steps inside. At first it looks like any storage room, but Dorothea continues and pushes against the far wall, which swings open for her. A trick door. And on the other side, a flight of stairs leading down. You follow Dorothea, unsure of what lay in wait below.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2691471

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2691471
Dice

>>2691472
Oh wow, it’s a secret underground pub, run by a sorority, innit?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

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>>2691479
We're gonna get roped into serving drinks in our skivvies aren't we?

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>>2691479
Does Dorodoro get to wear a sexy songstress outfit and sing in a sultry voice?

>>2691479
>>2691487
>>2691494
I'm not sure if our little Neumann could handle that exposure.

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>>2691471
And, well, at the bottom of the stairs turns out to be a basement area that had been converted into a a small, hidden pub. In addition the large bar, there were also pool tables, television view screens, and other random memorabilia.

"Come along, then." Dorothea says as she leads you in.

"What is this place?" You ask, curious.

"An unofficial teacher's lounge, you might say." Dorothea smiles and gives you a wink. "Maybe sometimes a well performing honor student would be told of its existence..."

Dorothea then takes a seat at the bar, the bartender having already left a bottle of rum ready for her.

"Well? You wanted the pub experience right?" Dorothea smiles as she waves an empty glass in front of you.

>Sounds like a good time to get some drinks.
>You'd better not.
>Other

>>2691559
>Sounds like a good time to get some drinks

>>2691559
>>Sounds like a good time to get some drinks.
Got any good stories about this place?

>>2691559
>Sounds like a good time to get some drinks.

>>2691559
>Sounds like a good time to get some drinks.
But make sure she doesn't get too shitfaced.

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>>2691559
"So." You grin as you take a seat alongside Dorothea to take her up on her offer. "I'm sure you got up to all kinds of things while you were in school..."

"Of course." Dorothea smiles as she starts pouring out two glasses of rum for the both of you. "The stories I could tell...."

"Well, we've got some time." You tell her.

"Oh dear..." Dorothea swiftly downs her first glass of rum before you can even catch it. "Where do i even start...?"

>And that's it for tonight! I won't be running next week due to the July 4th weekend, but I'll be back the week after! And don't forget Frontier Knight on Saturday!
>I'm also thinking about running a special summer holiday thread on the evening of July 3rd, so stay tuned on that!

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>>2691595
>tfw we will never hear more war stories of how Doro screwed over French cadets

>>2691595
So, did Cadet Fletcher run back to all her school friends and tell them she met Admiral Nelson and the Mysterious Guy she was holding hands with?

I can't wait to see what the Gossip evolves into.

>>2691595
>We'll never hear how she defeated those horrible Frenchwomen in the inter-Academy fencing championships.
>We'll never hear OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO
>We'll never encounter hungry wolf classmate who is now an instructor.
Thanks for running, Merc, do we get to vote what we get for the special?
how about Cyberidols x METAL WOLF CHAOS
SEE YOU NEXT DECULTURE!

>>2691619
Believe in your own justice Mr Producer.

>>2691595
Can someone tell me in explicit detail why people recommend I skip VMQ 2?

>>2691651
The waifu wars were so unbearably fucking toxic to the point that it drowned out all other discussion. Even Merc didn't step into it because people were such screeching autists about it

Is there going to be a fleet to return to by the end of this shore leave?

I'm enjoying myself btw, I'm just worried.

>>2691680
I’m pretty sure the fleet is doing fine for now.