[20:42:16] <~Oxford> Major Westfield does not return to the Academy until late Monday night. Despite this, Joslyn finds him back in his office the very next morning, paging studiously through a large binder filled with laminated photographs.
[20:45:04] <Joslyn> "Sorry to interrupt, Professor…but could I have a bit if your time?" Joslyn seems to be adapting quickly to her powers, even without her pendant - her steel eyeglasses take in the scene with clarity that's almost superhuman.
[20:46:40] <~Oxford> He snaps the binder shut and leans forward at his desk. "By all means, Parnocus. Is this in relation to your report on Sunday's events?"
[20:48:43] <Joslyn> "Ehh…sort of." She fidgets, unsure of where to begin. "Is…is everything okay? I mean, from what Flauri said…"
[20:51:13] <~Oxford> The officer steeples his fingers in front of his face. "Warrant Elsa's court-martial is still in the investigatory phase. For the time being, I've formally taken custody of her - command has agreed with my recommendation that her 'medical needs' have been satisfactorily addressed."
[20:52:05] <Joslyn> "Also…" Joslyn rummages in her pockets and produces two focus pendants. "Kate and I figured that even if we could have kept them…we didnt want anything to…happen."
[20:53:34] <~Oxford> He takes the focus pendants back and returns them to his briefcase before continuing. "Naturally, given the extenuating circumstances, I've obtained permission to submit your statements by mail. The three of you should write those out and get them to me as soon as possible."
[20:54:21] <Joslyn> "Of course. I'll inform Warrant O'Connell shortly. But…did her pendant really make her this…bad?"
[20:57:23] <~Oxford> "Her pendant didn't have anything to do with it. As I've said, the pendants mitigate what would otherwise be rather uncontrollable forces. Warrant Elsa, to the best of my knowledge, suffered from the over-use of her own abilities."
[20:58:10] <Joslyn> "Wait…so the pendants are a control mechanism? From my understanding it just allowed access…Kate's not gonna be happy about that."
[20:59:09] <~Oxford> He sighs. "In some ways, I blame myself. I should've been more strict in forbidding you three to use your powers outside of an emergency. Ms. Elsa's 'practice sessions' were probably the direct cause of her mutation."
[20:59:33] <Joslyn> "She…well, her powers kind of scare her. Mostly…it seems she's a mind reader and that scares her."
[21:00:33] <Joslyn> "Though I'd wager she saved all of us by identifying Major Reiker's intentions.
[21:01:27] <~Oxford> "Warrant O'Connell? Hmm…" Westfield strokes his chin. "That kind of ability would be of great value to our Intelligence branch. As for Reiker…"
[21:01:38] <Joslyn> "All the same…I'll be sure to keep my abilities well under control."
[21:03:58] <Joslyn> "One mutation is enough for a squadron, I'd think. More than enough, actually."
[21:04:17] <~Oxford> A flicker of embarassment crosses Westfield's face. "Very good. As I was saying, I hate to ask this of you, but it would be best for you not to mention our encounter with Major Reiker in your official report."
[21:05:03] <Joslyn> "…What encounter?" Joslyn asks innocently. Yeah, she gets it. "There…was one other topic I wanted to discuss."
[21:05:43] <~Oxford> He smiles at her response and nods. "Speak freely."
[21:07:26] <Joslyn> "I was just curious…doing some reading. Apparently taking out five enemy planes elevates a pilot to the rank of 'Ace'. I know that it probably isn't usual for officers to ask like this…but I wasn't sure anyone was keeping track."
[21:08:06] <Joslyn> On a sheet of parchment, it notes that Joslyn has 6 kills to Caitlin's three, though Elsa's kill count is already in the twenties.
[21:10:32] <~Oxford> Westfield chuckles. "Oh, I'm keeping track. All this paperwork you see me doing isn't just for show - I submit detailed after-action-reports from each engagement, and enemy craft destroyed is a major part of that."
[21:11:28] <~Oxford> "But…what you're really asking for is the recognition, right?"
[21:11:54] <Joslyn> "Well, I doubt there would be a big parade or announcement. OpSec and all."
[21:12:33] <Joslyn> "But at least knowing that the people who are read in know and recognize what we're doing…is all."
[21:15:10] <~Oxford> He nods. "In any normal fighter unit, making Ace is a big deal. Understand, that means meeting the enemy in even combat five times, and conclusively beating him every time. Most pilots don't survive that many fights; those that do are the best of the best."
[21:16:32] <Joslyn> "But with the hordes bearing down on us, and there only being three, and with magic at that…" Joslyn nods. "Five craft really isn't that big a deal is it?"
[21:17:39] <~Oxford> "For you girls…let's be honest. You've got capabilities that no conventional aircraft can match. Your combat record thus far has been outstanding, and I expect just as much of you the next time you go up."
[21:19:24] <Joslyn> "I wouldn't have it any other way, Sir. We're the first defense against the Gualian and Novogaardi bombers…it's not like we can afford to slack off."
[21:22:08] <~Oxford> He smiles. "Still…" The officer's eyes flick away for a moment in thought. "Tracking individual kills is good for morale. Breeds a certain sort of aggressiveness, a competitive spirit." He smiles. "Tell you what: We'll have a celebration of sorts. First one to 25 kills - that sounds about right, eh Warrant?"
[21:24:29] <Joslyn> "…I guess. But Caitlin and I have some serious catching up to do…Elsa's plan of attack has usually consisted of leading with overwhelming force, and we're lucky to pick up the scraps. Her kill count is that high for a reason."
[21:26:02] <~Oxford> Westfield chuckles. "Actually… well, I've been meaning to break it to her, but unmanned craft don't count in the traditional sense…"
[21:26:20] <~Oxford> "Ah, but that reminds me!"
[21:28:10] <Joslyn> "I do guess that would level the scores somewhat…but you were saying?"
[21:29:39] <~Oxford> "Pulse-bomb attacks have continued to strike our coastal cities. They haven't struck around Bougnetsport recently, but as of yet we haven't come up with a… 'conventional' countermeasure. Simply put, there aren't enough of you girls to go around."
[21:31:23] <Joslyn> "…So what? Do we let them keep going? Or are you implying we'll be deployed along the coast?"
[21:32:09] <~Oxford> "We need a better picture of what we're up against, and wreckage only gets us so far. Ideally, we'd like to recover a sample intact, and that's a task no ordinary unit could handle."
[21:33:38] <Joslyn> "So…like Catching one? Seems…well…" Joslyn thinks about it, the sunlight reflecting off her glasses, making the lenses opaque from the Major's point of view.
[21:34:50] <@Joslyn> 2d6+8 sharp roll with winging it
[21:34:50] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, sharp roll with winging it: 19 [2d6=5,6]
[21:36:19] <Joslyn> "I figure as long as we can keep one from detonating, bringing it back out to be simple. O'Connell's abilities probably would make deactivating one easy enough."
[21:36:51] <~Oxford> He nods. "It'll be tricky. However, we have one advantage." Westfield shuffles some files on his desk until he comes to a plain manila folder, which he passes to Joslyn. "We've received intelligence indicating a concentrated attack will be made against our Early Warning radar in the next few days. This attack will likely include pulse bombs."
[21:39:01] <Joslyn> "If they take out the early warning radar, we'd be sitting ducks for bombing runs - we wouldn't know they're coming until there's a visual from the coast. And their last bombing run…" Joslyn doesn't need to expound on that.
[21:40:06] <~Oxford> "My intention is to deploy you three to Keller's Isle, where the main EW base for this region is located. It could be for the rest of the week, so pack a change of uniforms. With any luck we'll kill two birds with one stone - stop the attack and capture some enemy tech for the Engineering Division to play with."
[21:42:14] <Joslyn> "Understood. I hope it's not a combined force, at least - the last bombing of bougnetsport had a Gualian fighter among the bombers."
[21:44:59] <Joslyn> "The LAST thing we need is the horde teaming up with Gualia's experimental aircraft…that thing was crazy, none of us were even able to touch it."
[21:45:57] <~Oxford> Westfield frowns and again pages through his notes. "Yes…not a model we've seen. In general, the Gaulian Air Corps is fairly small and underequipped; they're still flying biplane fighters, for the most part. My current guess would be a mercenary or foreign volunteer. At any rate, keep your eyes open out there."
[21:47:12] <Joslyn> "Alright…but there's no way I could mistake the accent. Whoever gave them the plane I don't know, but I'm positive there was a Frog flying it." Joslyn frowns.
[21:51:28] <~Oxford> Major Westfield folds his hands and places them on the table. "At any rate, you'd better get off to class. Tell the rest of the unit to get packed; I'll be driving you down to catch the dawn ferry to Keller's. If there's nothing else…?" He waits a moment, and then nods. "You're dismissed."
[21:52:58] <Joslyn> "R-right…I'll gather the three of us to leave at dawn." with a short salute, Joslyn leaves. But not without clutching the steel pin in her hands close to her chest.
[21:53:39] <~Oxford> /session
[19:10:51] <~Oxford> The ferry to Keller's Isle is bathed in the ruddy glow of the rising sun. A thin layer of cloud hangs overhead, and the morning's mist is still hanging thick across the water.
[19:12:12] <~Oxford> Major Westfield idles the car at the entrance to the ferry and allows his four charges to disembark, still rubbing sleep from their eyes. He roused them long before dawn, and most of the drive down took place in darkness.
[19:13:14] <Joslyn> It's fascinating, watching the sunrise from this perspective. "Any idea how long we'll be away?" Joslyn is still tired but awake enough to keep her hands glued to her suitcase.
[19:13:46] * Elsa drags her feet as she drags her suitcase whenever she moves. Yawning constantly. "What did you way we were going to do again?" Her sleep riddled mind trying to catch up, "Something about a defense operation?
[19:14:07] <Caitlin> Caitlin's particularly sleepy; with the drive in the dark, reading was either impossible or waaay more of a pain than usual. She spent the ride slumped over asleep and is struggling to return to wakefulness.
[19:14:38] <Joslyn> "They're trying to bomb the early warning radar. Without those, we wouldn't be able to pick up bombers until they're right on top of us."
[19:18:11] <Flaurentine> Scribblescribblescribble. At least, it was something like that, as the local timid girl spent the entire time writing thoughts to herself, provided that said anything about new things she'd relearned. It almost seemed like it didn't stop throughout the entire trip, even disembarking. But her silence was not unlike Caitlin's, only nodding along and looking around upon suddenly being outside of the vehicle without a step. She still had to stand up though, annoyingly.
[19:18:44] <~Oxford> Major Westfield nods to Joslyn. "Your mission is to protect the EW emplacement from enemy attack, which we expect in the next few days."
[19:19:47] <Caitlin> Huh, if they had to bring in their little squad, just how many other magic users DO they have to call on? Probably very few, but Caitlin can't call any figure to mind.
[19:20:14] <~Oxford> "As I stated before, this is our first formal joint operation with Bruinham Flight. Though I daresay you all have been introduced."
[19:20:14] * Elsa yawns loudly, "Okay, sounds good, at least it seems we'll meet other girls. And I'll finally get a chance to stretch my wings, this coat isn't exactly confortable."
[19:21:13] <Joslyn> "…You probably won't want to show off too much Elsa. At least no one else knows about this…" Joslyn yawns too.
[19:21:45] * Flaurentine gives a curtsey at the man's remarks. "I-I plan to make my best effort."
[19:22:28] <Elsa> "Aww come on, its not as if the people there don't know about us, right?"
[19:25:58] * Elsa sits on her suitcase almost nodding off. "At least the next few days will be interesting."
[19:27:41] <Caitlin> "I'd rather have a boring week at home reading under a blanket by the fire than one sitting around waiting for enemy nations to attempt to kill us."
[19:27:54] * Flaurentine attempts to stifle a frown, but fails. A polite gesture is still given as Westfield leaves, as poor Flauri would want to speak up about her ability to safely distribute all the pendants to the others, but… enough of that. It's time to go back to scribbling, gulping along.
[19:28:35] <Joslyn> "Well, nothing saying we can't sit under a blanket by the fire waiting for them." Joslyn seems fairly calm about things.
[19:29:01] <~Oxford> The officer waves the four of them off. "Good hunting, ladies. We're counting on you to keep that radar base safe. Oh, and say hello to Ms. Stranahan for me, would you?"
[19:29:30] <Flaurentine> "It's… going to be a dangerous mission… but that's what defines us as… being so important, doesn't it? I-I'm honored to get a task like this." A curtsey, as usual, while following behind Caitlin or somesuch.
[19:29:47] <Flaurentine> "Yes, sir." Though she can't forget the salute. "Please be careful, y-yourself."
[19:30:11] <Joslyn> "We'll do our best, Sir."
[19:30:41] <Caitlin> "I suppose so, Joslyn. We'll see what we can do, Sir." Oh cool, Flauri can follow Caitlin around~
[19:33:08] <~Oxford> His black sedan pulls out of the loading area in a thin haze of exhaust. Behind the girls, the ferry is finishing up on loading a pair of cars for the trip out to Keller's Isle. It will be ready to depart shortly, and all the boarding planks are open.
[19:33:32] * Elsa wavs a goodbye to Westfield and she takes her coat off, stretching her wings out and flapping them once or twice. "I guess its fine for me to let them loose now huh?" She says before wrapping the extra appendages around herself.
[19:34:07] <Joslyn> "…I suppose. But don't fly off with them!" Joslyn will lug her suitcase aboard.
[19:35:43] * Elsa glares at the girl "I can't." she says and flaps her wings hard for extra enphasis creating quite a bit of wind before going back to wrapping them around herself.
[19:35:55] <Caitlin> "Have any of you been to this facility before? …More importantly, do you know what their library is like?"
[19:35:56] <Flaurentine> "R-Right… Be careful with them. Um… e-excuse me, everyone… Is there anything you need my help with before we go? Anything I can… do?" The legendary timid girl doubts herself already, darting her head around while speaking like genuinely worried about whether she'll be useful. Like that's anything new.
[19:36:56] <Joslyn> "I think it's our first trip up there for all of us. Can't help you with that…but I actually did bring a book. You might like it."
[19:38:00] * Elsa doesn't read too much so she just brought one or two comic books she likes. "I'll see if I can keep myself busy when we get there."
[19:38:11] <Flaurentine> "A… oh, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I was complaining or anything! My… My deepest apologies! I meant something to help with the mission, but…" Her head darts around a couple times, hair swaying with her, "If you don't… mind…"
[19:38:19] <~Oxford> There are a fair number of civilians hanging around, but none in the immediate area to witness Elsa's impressive display. Keller's Isle is home to a small fishing village in addition to the radar facility, and islanders often come and go during the week to pick up anything not available at the general store.
[19:38:20] <Caitlin> "Huh? You brought a book?" That's weeeeeeeeird, but Caitlin's curious, "What exactly is it you brought, Joslyn?"
[19:39:35] <Joslyn> "Yeah. Found it in the library, thought it might come in handy." Joslyn fishes out the book: it's a translated version of "The Art of War".
[19:41:02] <Caitlin> "Oh, I… see. That's nice, Joslyn. I'm glad you're taking an interest in reading." 90% odds say she doesn't actually read it.
[19:41:13] * Elsa didn't notice the civilians but whatever, she can pass the wings off whismical decorations. As long as nobody touches them or makes her take them off.
[19:42:12] <Flaurentine> "I… I'd love to read it if you're… finished with it, or not reading it yourself… I've finished relearning how to read, but a few words are still confusing." Permanently blushing AND permanently shaking now, apparently.
[19:42:18] <Joslyn> "…it's not like I usually eat books…" Sure, she isn't seen reading often. Doesn't mean she won't if she thinks it'll be useful one day.
[19:43:33] * Elsa takes her suitcase and walks over to the ferry, "Well, the ferry is gonna leave, might as well be on it when it does, right girls?"
[19:43:41] <~Oxford> The wings do get a few odd glances as the girls board the ferry, but the most conversation they draw is a "ooh, pretty!" from a little girl with an ice cream cone at the front of the ship. Her mother quickly tells her not to stare.
[19:44:15] <Caitlin> "Show them to me if you have any trouble, Miss Flaurentine. And… I know you don't, Joslyn, but reading isn't usually your first choice when given leisure time. That said, we really should get going."
[19:45:23] <Joslyn> "Yeah. We best make sure we're on it." That said, Joslyn is already aboard by the time she's done saying this.
[19:46:00] <Flaurentine> A little curtsey instinctively, despite being apparently friends by now. Flauri would be too timid to use that word. "Thank you, Ma'am. I'll… keep it in mind." And an apologetic gesture is given to the little girl's mother as well, as she can only stare droopily at Elsa's wings and her refusal to remove them. But they ARE pretty.
[19:47:14] <~Oxford> The ferry-captain gives three short blasts on his horn, and the vessal begins to move out. The sea breeze is picking up as the sun rises, banishing the last of the mists.
[19:47:56] * Flaurentine takes the first seat that's obvious, getting out of the way of anybody and scribbling small notes to herself. Well, not really, because it's practically a novel in her mini-flipbook-diary.
[19:48:33] * Elsa does her best to not move them too much but its not hard given as its the same as holding her arms still, they do ocacsionally twich and she sits besides Flauri, takin a comic book from her bag and she begins reading it
[19:50:29] <Caitlin> Caitlin finds a quiet corner to read some classical fiction in, presuming it's conveniently light enough. Failing that is naptime, round 2.
[19:50:36] * Flaurentine occasionally glances over, but each time her blush only gets bigger as she goes back to writing and trying not to act intrusive. That said, she doesn't even begin to notice her own feet kicking forward as a nervous habit.
[19:51:12] * Joslyn sits next to Caitlin, studying Sun Tsu. Too many Kaons for her liking - why couldn't he just make it simpler, like "attack your enemy when they aren't looking"?
[19:52:26] * Elsa looks over to the perpetually blushing kid, "Hey, are you alright? You seem nervous."
[19:53:59] <Flaurentine> "Oh! S-Sorry… I hope I wasn't bothering your reading. It's just… that last page…" Stifling a giggle, little Flauri puts two or three fingers up to herself for some self-silencing. "I'm sorry. Please… continue what you were doing."
[19:54:34] <Caitlin> Read read read. Caitlin's eyes run down page to page. It's easier to read books you've read in the past at greater speed.
[19:54:59] <Elsa> "No, you weren't bothering me, its just that…why are you always so nervous around me?" She says going back to her comic book.
[19:55:31] <Joslyn> Read read, scribble, swear under her breath, read some more. Despite the bullshit writing style, it *is* giving the girl some ideas.
[19:56:12] <Flaurentine> … Scribblescribblescribble. Blushing furiously, her face… well, eyes shoot down to what she's writing on again, like she's writing the words she's saying. "My humblest apologies, it's… I'm still nervous around people, since I had to relearn social customs in only a few nights."
[19:56:46] <Flaurentine> "A-And, everybody's so nice to me, I… don't think I deserve it."
[19:57:38] <Joslyn> "You're earning it every day we're up there, Flauri. Don't worry about it so much!"
[19:57:42] <Elsa> "You saved me, of course you deserve it." She puts her arm around the girl, "Just calm down, you're doing alright".
[19:58:28] <Flaurentine> Face reddening more, all Flauri can do is nod along with a tiny whisper. "T-Thank you all… very much."
[19:59:02] <Flaurentine> It feels so nice to have friends. … Flip.
[19:59:20] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods, "You're a more important part of our group than you realize, Miss Flaurentine." She looks up from her book just long enough to say it before diving back in.
[20:01:47] <Flaurentine> "I… suppose it's the mission… I'm nervous about. Because of what my…" Her head turns to the side in disgust, "… Abilities can do. I-I was given suggestions on how to use them and I'm not…" Shiver.
[20:03:46] <Joslyn> "Just…you know, do what you do best. It's worked for me." says the girl who just conjured a silver hairband into place. She makes it look adorable.
[20:04:00] <@Joslyn> -2 fury, +2 social
[20:04:35] <Caitlin> "You and I aren't the same kind of aggressive fighters as the other, Miss Flaurentine. It's tough, but you just have to go out there with your head up; as long as we're the ones with magic, we've got a big advantage, don't we?"
[20:06:17] <Flaurentine> "R… Right!" Trying to wipe off the disgust, Flauri gives a chipper nod. "I wholly expect I… get to use these abilities to help others without… doing more harm than necessary." Her right hand reaches up and clenches once as she stares at it, shivering.
[20:07:42] <Caitlin> There we go with the unprovoked magic again! "Joslyn, while your little creation looks pretty and all, I don't think we should use magic so casually." A significant glance to Elsa's wings.
[20:09:08] <Elsa> "You'll be fine." She says as shes takes her hand back from Flauri and goes back to her comic book, oblivious to Caitlin's glance.
[20:10:04] <Joslyn> "It's nothing that can cause any lasting damage. I appreciate your concern, but Im fine."
[20:10:14] <Flaurentine> Scribblescribble. Through the trip she just goes through pages like wildfire, it can only be dreamed of what kind of mushy trash is going on there.
[20:11:17] <Caitlin> "It's the little thing that build up, you know. Don't let yourself get into a situation you'll regret. Plus, an attack could come at any time; what if you were suffering from magic side effects when you needed to be fighting?"
[20:11:40] <Flaurentine> "I'm a little… jealous, Lynny- I-I mean Miss Joslyn…" Blushin'. "Even if I wanted to, it looks strange to people when I move… without moving." Her head hangs down, speaking in a whisper assuming people are around. "And I can't move things without touching them… o-or at least, not yet."
[20:15:44] <Joslyn> "…Okay, if it makes you feel better, I'll avoid using it unless it's really gonna be necessary. All I ask is the same from both of you, okay?"
[20:16:05] * Elsa keeps reading her comic book, "You know theres something I want to try out when we get there, I think I figured out how to make things better."
[20:17:03] <Flaurentine> "Things? Elsie-" AHEMAHEM. "M-Miss Elsa… do you mean like… make our situation better?" The curious timidgirl's head tilts as she even stops writing for a second.
[20:17:12] <Caitlin> Immediate nod. That's not a hard deal to make. "I promise." Someting to try out? Sounds dangerous. "And… what would that be, Elsa?"
[20:18:37] <Elsa> "You know, guns and other military things." She says casually turning another page of the comic book
[20:19:12] <Flaurentine> Even more tilting, though Joslyn gets a promise-accepting nod. Not like she'd ever WANT to, with a power that can do such horrible things.
[20:19:44] <Joslyn> "That…isn't very descriptive."
[20:19:59] <Joslyn> "Like, what would you do to them?"
[20:20:03] <Caitlin> "Why do you need guns, Elsa? I think you have more firepower than any gun you'll be able to carry." No pun intended.
[20:20:54] <Flaurentine> "So… you mean to say… making guns and… military things better would… make our situation better?" Her head tilts in the OTHER direction now.
[20:21:29] <Elsa> "No I mean, making guns other people use better, making them hit harder for example. I tried to do something back in the car the night you saved me, tried to make it fly." She looks at the other girls.
[20:22:10] <Caitlin> "You can do something like that?"
[20:22:30] <Joslyn> "…Like coastal AA artillery? I doubt making it fly would help…but if they could dish out more damage, that *would* make it easier on us…"
[20:22:59] <~Oxford> The ferry is drawing close to the far shore. Keller's Isle is an emerald mountain jutting out of the sea. Even at this distance, the girls can see three spindly towers poking out above the peak.
[20:23:23] <Flaurentine> "Better…." Scribblescribble. "But… what does 'better' mean? Could…" She stares straight into Elsa's eyes for a ridiculously long time, as if thinking of something. "Could you… make this paper better, so it could… hold more words?" And then tilted once more.
[20:23:26] <Elsa> "Yeah thats what I mean, I'm not sure how long it would last or how much better they would be but it SHOULD work."
[20:23:46] <Elsa> "I could make the paper not break."
[20:24:13] <Flaurentine> "I-I didn't know I could write so many words that it could break the paper…" She ponders on this.
[20:24:36] <Elsa> 2d6+6 lets see how well this works
[20:24:37] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, lets see how well this works: 17 [2d6=6,5]
[20:24:57] <Joslyn> "…Well, let's consider our options once we see what we have to help us. Speaking of…I think that's the radar facility… Or part of it, anyway." Joslyn points at the three towers.
[20:25:47] <Caitlin> "I'm still not sure I entirely understand. You'll have to show it to us when we find an appropriate time."
[20:26:08] * Elsa grabs the paper she closes her eyes. The piece looks slightly different, with a flame background even. "Okay, now try tearing it apart."
[20:26:45] * Flaurentine blinks, again and again, looking at it. Even her writing looks more stylish. "But… why would I want to do that?" Kid just doesn't get it.
[20:27:12] <~Oxford> The tiny fishing village the ferry pulls into is hardly more than a single row of shops circling the port, and a second row of houses behind it. Fewer than two hundred people live here, by the looks of it.
[20:27:39] <Elsa> "Just try it, it won't tear, you could even use it to stop a bullet."
[20:27:46] * Joslyn gets ready to disembark, making sure the other tree
[20:27:52] <Elsa> The paper will stay unbreakable for 4 days
[20:27:54] <Joslyn> Other THREE are behind her
[20:28:48] <Flaurentine> She starts by poking it with a fingernail. Then with the pencil. Then a few more times, but starts actually trying to rip it with a nod after realizing that breaking the pencil would be bad, despite having brought more along. And then adorably, failing that, she tries to use her teeth a couple times, taking care not to actually get the paper wet or anything.
[20:29:01] <Caitlin> "Will such a small village have much of a library…?" Caitlin sounds a little distressed. At least she has SOME books with her.
[20:29:37] <Flaurentine> "You… it… I-I really can write anything on this without worrying about it getting torn on accident!" Her face is full of glee, as she curtseys while standing to follow the others off. "Thank you very much, M-Miss Elsa!"
[20:31:08] * Elsa flinches at the girl's extremely energetic response, "Nah, it was nothing." She says blushing a it.
[20:31:11] <Elsa> a bit*
[20:31:34] <Flaurentine> Her face is still wrapped in a smile, though. "I'll… make sure to treasure it."
[20:32:13] <~Oxford> The ferry finishes unloading, and begins taking on passengers for the return voyage. The village is quiet; most of the men are sleeping after an early morning out fishing.
[20:32:20] <Elsa> "It'll last for only a few days, you can throw it out, really."
[20:33:03] <Elsa> "Oh look at the time!" Elsa says as she hurries out of the boat into dry land carrying her suitcase.
[20:33:24] <Joslyn> "…if you could keep something bulletproof for a few days, that certainly is useful. In any case, we ought to make our way to the radar towers."
[20:33:25] <Flaurentine> Headshake headshake. "I've been writing in this since I… since I regained my memories, because I'm… scared I'll forget anything anymore. And if it won't break…" She stands talking to herself as Elsa runs away, allowing her to mutter the last line while blushing. "… I'll never forget."
[20:34:40] * Flaurentine dashes as fast as her tiny legs will take her behind the others, by the way.
[20:34:52] <~Oxford> From Westfield's briefing, the girls know the facility is located on the far side of the island. A steep dirt path leads the way up and around Mt. Keller toward the base.
[20:36:04] * Joslyn checks her watch as she starts the trek. It's a bit long, but a gentle slope ought to make it manageable.
[20:36:31] <Caitlin> Caitlin takes a few notes in her journal along the way. It's probably a lot less cluttered than Flaurentine's.
[20:36:33] <Flaurentine> Though curtseying and responding to any greetings from the villagers provided their are any, Flaurentine keeps to the back of the group, though close enough to be able to grab any and/or all of them in the case of danger.
[20:39:41] <~Oxford> The path weaves between grassy slopes and huge chunks of gray stone, worn by the centuries of wind and rain. They gradually pass around to the west-facing side of the mountain, looking out over the depthless ocean.
[20:40:43] * Elsa quietly walks the path with her wings tightly wrapped around her upper body.
[20:41:13] <Joslyn> "…is it wrong that I almost want a novgaardian flight buzzing this place about a day before the bombing?" Joslyn asks, taking in the wind as it washes over the sea of grass.
[20:41:41] <Joslyn> "Just so we can be on top of our game for when they do show up…"
[20:41:43] <Flaurentine> Gulp. "It's… a little scary to think that, but…" Tiptoe, tiptoe.
[20:42:16] <Caitlin> "At our peak? What if someone got injured?"
[20:44:34] <Joslyn> "Then we hope they aren't back to back. Not sure if you've noticed, but your first day flying was the only time injuries sustained during combat have held us out of combat for more than overnight."
[20:44:57] <~Oxford> The 'facility' comes into view around the next bend. It seems little more than a large stone cottage, complete with sheep pen.
[20:45:06] <Joslyn> "I'm more worried about that Frog popping back up…"
[20:46:29] <Caitlin> Caitlin silently blushes. She'd almost gotten herself shot out of the sky in their first encounter. That was… not good.
[20:46:30] <Flaurentine> "I… I asked to come along so I could make sure nobody was in range to get hurt, Lynny." Pausing, she blushes furiously before continuing. "M… Miss Joslyn! So, i-if anyone gets hurt you'd… only have me to blame…"
[20:47:24] <Joslyn> "Well then. I guess we'll be relying on you should we need it."
[20:47:49] * Joslyn flashes her badge to whoever when they reach the radar station.
[20:49:14] <~Oxford> Looks can be deceiving, however. The next thing to appear are a pair of large, circular dishs, placed about fifty metres around the mountain to either side of the station. There's also a young woman in an Air Force uniform waving them in by the cottage door.
[20:49:17] <Flaurentine> "Yes Ma'am. I'll… do my best." And Flauri obviously hides behind somebody else at that point.
[20:49:22] <Elsa> "Lets just hope they don't come in heavy numbers."
[20:50:23] * Joslyn waves as well. "You must be Ms….Stranthanham?" Joslyn isn't sure if she got that name exactly right.
[20:50:55] <~Oxford> "Heya, girls!" She appears to be in her early 20s, and wears the insignia of a lieutenant. "Erica Stranahan, at your service!"
[20:52:10] <Joslyn> Eh, close enough. "Joslyn Parnocus. Major Westfield sends his regards, by the by." Joslyn states, a mite winded from carrying her luggage all that way.
[20:52:10] <Caitlin> The cheery type? Well, okay, that might not've been expected. Caitlin waits for the others to start introducing themselves before doing so herself.
[20:53:02] <Flaurentine> "We're…" Flauri looks to the left and to the right in terror, before giving a small curtsey instead of a salute of any kind. "Pleased… to make your acquaintance, Ma'am."
[20:53:59] * Elsa looks surprised at the the woman's overly eagr attitude, "Pleased to meet you. Hey by the way, can I spread out my wings now? I think I feel a cramp coming up."
[20:55:01] <~Oxford> Lt. Stranahan blushes. "H-he does?" She covers it by rushing forward to take their luggage, prattling on in the meantime. "Nice to meet you all. You'll be staying in the Shack with me, so sorry if it's a little cramped. I had some bunk beds brought up from…"
[20:55:30] <Caitlin> "Pleased to meet you, Ma'am. I'm Caitlin O'Connell."
[20:56:53] <Flaurentine> "Wa.." Oh, they're not using their titles? Flauri can only blush to this. "My name is Fl… Flaurentine il Via Veronica Claudia Flamenca. I-I hope I'm not any trouble."
[20:57:53] <Joslyn> "Don't always assume you're in trouble, Flauri! Anyway, I was wondering…were you part of this deal when you were our age?"
[20:58:36] <~Oxford> She leads the four younger girls into the cottage. Cramped is an understatement - the door opens onto a kitchen/dining room, with just enough room to fit a table still covered in dirty dishes.
[20:58:58] * Elsa spreads her wings anyways. fuck da police
[21:00:07] <~Oxford> At Joslyn's question, she perks up. "Oh, I uh… that's right, you're Westfield's flight. He must've told you, eh?" She smiles. "Wasn't much older than you four, back then."
[21:00:23] <Caitlin> Isn't that a little personal? …Well, it's kind of a good question. Caitlin… stares nervously. Cramped space and dirty dishes? This is not going to end well. She likes it neat and orderly. Caitlin's going to need to do some cleaning in here.
[21:00:38] <Elsa> "So you had a pendant like us? Werent those, really dangerous back then?"
[21:00:56] <Joslyn> "He actually didn't. But it explains why you aren't really surprised about any of this. Maybe you could share some old war stories?"
[21:01:06] <Flaurentine> Flauri's right behind her. In fact she'd probably just warp the dirtiness into a pocket dimension if not stopped, but that alone makes her hand movements timider than usual. And that says a lot.
[21:02:02] <~Oxford> "Pendants… oh! You girls have the new models, right? Can I see?" Her mood is chipper as she heaves luggage onto the rickety bunks in the adjoining room.
[21:02:42] * Flaurentine shivers a bit at the mention of pendants remembering what happened. The poor girl wouldn't dare mention that to a stranger though, so she shuffles along listening.
[21:02:44] * Joslyn sighs and fetches one from the briefcase. No one is putting it on, though. That's if she has anything to say about it.
[21:03:03] * Elsa cautiously looks at the rickety binks, will they be able to hold a set of girls?"
[21:04:31] <Caitlin> Sleep somewhere else? Okay! "I'm sure I could spend the night in your local library if the bunks aren't structurally sound…"
[21:05:26] <~Oxford> "These things? Nah, sturdy as they come!" She throws a hand against the beds to demonstrate, and the entire arrangement sways dangerously.
[21:06:23] <~Oxford> "Heh heh… But anyway," she says, changing the subject, "let's have a look!" She peers closely at the dull silver of the pendants, nodding approvingly.
[21:06:24] <Joslyn> "…The luggage is probably as heavy as we are…so it should be okay…"
[21:06:27] <Joslyn> "…ish."
[21:06:45] <Flaurentine> "I-If there are any problems, I could help move things…" Curious eyes turn to attention.
[21:07:48] <Caitlin> Caitlin leans in to whisper to Elsa, "I don't mean to encourage wanton use of magic, but… Do you think you might be able to strengthen these beds?"
[21:09:26] * Elsa whispers back, "I might, just give me some time."
[21:09:49] <Joslyn> "So…how do these compare to the mk. I's?"
[21:11:22] <~Oxford> "Welll…" she considers the question for a moment. "Hard to say, without taking it up for a spin. These new ones are a lot smaller and lighter, at least. I hear they keep the overheating to a reasonable level too, right?"
[21:11:37] <Joslyn> "Overheating?"
[21:12:01] * Joslyn takes the pendant back before Erica gets any ideas.
[21:12:48] * Elsa flaps her wings and points at them, "This?"
[21:13:15] <Flaurentine> "Over… ah… w-well, I don't think…" Nope, shouldn't be speaking now.
[21:14:02] <~Oxford> "Yeah, we had some major problems. Pretty much guaranteed to pick up something like that over the course of a few fights…" She studies Elsa's wings. "Oh, they're letting you keep them, now?"
[21:14:32] <Elsa> "I'm not letting them take them." She says seriously
[21:14:58] <Joslyn> "Unwillingly, if what I understand is correct. And pending a court-martial, at that." Joslyn drowns.
[21:15:30] <Joslyn> Frowns, even
[21:15:44] <Caitlin> "May I ask what your power was, Ma'am?"
[21:16:06] * Elsa hmphs and crosses her arms.
[21:16:35] <Flaurentine> "She, um… is very proud of them. Please, believe me when I say I could remove them if she asked me to…" The timidgirl shrinks down, as if KNOWING there'll be a glare, "But she hasn't asked, so… I don't plan to."
[21:18:37] <~Oxford> "Power? I could, um…" She twirls a lock of her golden hair in one hand, searching for the right words. "It was kind of like I could heat things up at will. Or cool them down. Thermo-something-or-other, they called it."
[21:19:19] <Joslyn> "Thermodynamics?" Joslyn takes a stab at it. "you and Elsa should get along well then."
[21:19:26] <Caitlin> "Thermodynamics! …I see. Elsa-yeah."
[21:19:35] <Elsa> "They could be great for showbiz." She states as though it was obvious, "I can set things on fire, a lot. Also, I think I can make the AA guns better."
[21:21:08] <~Oxford> "Nifty!" she says, with genuine enthusiasm. "What do the rest of you girls do?"
[21:22:10] <Caitlin> Caitlin shrugs, "I can write things."
[21:22:13] <Joslyn> "I can do stuff with metal, I suppose. Not much without the pendant, though."
[21:22:33] <Flaurentine> "I… ah…" Flauri fidgets around nervously, glancing around as if suddenly feeling intrusive and not wanting to get in anybody's way or something. So, doubling timidness all of a sudden. "Well… I can… mix things around, and scramble… places… and what things are…. a-and I can move things to different places instantly. But it's not a very good power…" Shiver.
[21:23:47] <~Oxford> "Ah…" Erica pats the small girl on the head. "What's important is that you make it work for you, right?"
[21:24:17] <Elsa> 2d6+9 I don't really need a pendant to do shit
[21:24:18] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, I don't really need a pendant to do shit: 17 [2d6=3,5]
[21:24:47] <Elsa> …make that +9 a +6
[21:24:53] <Flaurentine> "Ah… y-yes, Ma'am! I hope I don't ever need to do dangerous things with it…" Her hands twitch, "But… I know at some point I'll have to."
[21:26:19] * Elsa goes over to the beds and does the same thing she did to Flauri's piece of paper, maybe that way maybe they wont kill them in their sleep. The bed frames are now decorated with a flame motif and surprisingly sturdy.
[21:27:28] <~Oxford> She nods again. "Back when we we over in Cimbria, my wingmat-" She is cut off by a sharp crackle from the other room. She rushes back through the dining room to the opposite end of the cottage, into an even smaller room.
[21:28:25] <Flaurentine> "Aah! P-Please be car- oof!" Trying to run after their new friend, Flauri tries to dash as well… only to trip and land flat on her face. Or rather….
[21:28:32] <&Flaurentine> 2d6+5 I wanna get there first ooh ooh can I
[21:28:33] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, I wanna get there first ooh ooh can I: 15 [2d6=4,6]
[21:28:41] <&Flaurentine> 1d6 is that a yes?
[21:28:43] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, is that a yes?: 5 [1d6=5]
[21:28:42] <Joslyn> "…either radar picked something up, or something is about to blow up. Is it wrong I don't
[21:28:57] <Joslyn> I don't want it to be the first one?"
[21:29:36] <Caitlin> "I'd rather nothing blow up."
[21:31:07] <Elsa> After whe is done with her handiwork she makes sure to calmy make her way to where the others are heading. "Lets just hope not, I haven't started upgrading the guns around here."
[21:31:53] <Flaurentine> Well, wherever Erica's heading, it's likely the twintailed redhead made it there first. On total accident.
[21:32:19] <Caitlin> Caitlin follows after the others, "Thanks, Elsa. I was afraid those things would fall apart."
[21:32:38] <~Oxford> As Flauri reappears, Erica already has a single finger up and ready to be pressed against her lips. Instead of replying, she continues to speak into the radio. "…AMS Gallifree, come again. Vector to 112 for emergency anchorage at Keller's Isle. I say again…"
[21:33:59] <Flaurentine> Gulp. This looks serious, provoking an eye-watering that looks very unfitting to a military officer. But not much beyond.
[21:35:34] <~Oxford> A series of flickering displays strobe in the dark room. The single lightbulb provides more shadow than light. "Repeat, AMS Gallifree. How quickly are you taking on water?"
[21:37:12] * Joslyn blanches. Aw hell, a ship is going down. And she's willing to bet this week's stipend that it didn't just run afoul of a reef. She quickly rushes back to grab the focus pendants.
[21:39:28] * Flaurentine struggles between gasping and going into a total panic, doing neither due to being requested to stay quiet… still, listening to all this in terror. What's gonna happen what's gonna happen what's gonna etc.
[21:39:54] <~Oxford> Erica continues barking instructions into the radio even while gesturing towards a small stack of portable radio sets by the door. Her final hand signal is a finger thrust firmly toward the sky: 'get airborne, now!'.
[21:40:41] * Joslyn nods, handing headsets and pendants to each of the others. "Keep your head on a swivel out there, okay?"
[21:41:17] * Flaurentine gives a salute to Joslyn this time, or maybe to both of them? A "Yes, Ma'am!" regardless, as both are put on, but the focus pendant a little less excitedly so.
[21:41:46] <Caitlin> Caitlin whispers urgently to the others, "Let's go; I'll try to plug the hole." Time to move, with her equipment on, Caitlin transforms quickly. Gotta move.
[21:42:15] * Elsa quickly runs outside the cabin and with a huge burst of flame she is gone, up in the sky, her costume is different now.
[21:42:27] <Joslyn> As she runs out the door, steel flows over Joslyn's body as she transforms. Not only is she packing a pair of pistols, but her magic seems to be working extra - a metallic pair of wings attach to her armor at the back. They aren't as realistic as Elsa's, but they're there.
[21:43:33] <Flaurentine> "Deep breaths… deep breaths… I-I can keep calm." Touching the pendant and taking an extremely deep breath, Flauri is enveloped in light and such as well as she closes her eyes, only to make multiple warps to raise her altitude in a spiraling pattern. Of course her hair's just as drill-ish as usual, and there actually are tiny ornamental wings on her back as there always had been… not like they ever did anything.
[21:43:49] * Elsa no longer has her jester hat on, though her clothes remain mostly the same with the exception of a white cape draped loosly on her wings, held in position with a pair of orange clips hold it in position. It now occurs to you that Elsa left the pendant behind.
[21:44:26] <~Oxford> As the girls clear the island, the radio flares to life. The signal is crystal clear this close to the base. "Keller Flight, Echo Whiskey. Vector to two-niner-two, altitude low. Over."
[21:44:57] <Joslyn> "Roger that Echo. What's the status of the Gallifree?"
[21:47:25] <~Oxford> "AMS Gallifree hit twice, torpedoes. Attacker believed to be following." Erica's voice is sharp and terse, but unmistakable.
[21:48:10] * Elsa flies around looking for the ship, and whenever she finds it she will look for its attacker.
[21:48:29] <Joslyn> "Torpedoes…correct me if I'm wrong but those aren't often shot from planes. Are we looking at naval targets, or should we be assisting the Gallifree make it to shore?"
[21:48:33] <Flaurentine> VWOOP. VWOOP. VWOOP. Superflauri makes sure, this time, to not try to speak unless necessary for obvious reasons. The excited glint in her eye is intentionally held back, as well, as she tries to lessen each teleportation by likening it to an action instead of… well, tripping. This time, she experiments by standing straight up and clapping her hands together lightly to appear elsewhere, then again and again. Her standing position seems unaffected by the sky, but deep breaths make this able to go along in a consistent rhythm.
[21:49:12] <Caitlin> "Two hits? Joslyn and I can each repair one while Elsa and Flaurentine engage the enemy."
[21:49:19] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 sharp
[21:49:20] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, sharp: 16 [2d6=5,3]
[21:49:24] <Caitlin> master sup
[21:49:33] <&Flaurentine> 2d6+8 let's be masterbros
[21:49:34] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, let's be masterbros: 15 [2d6=4,3]
[21:49:39] <Caitlin> let's
[21:49:41] <&Flaurentine> I-I'm getting there!
[21:49:44] <&Flaurentine> A-Are you proud?
[21:49:44] <Elsa> 2d6+6
[21:49:45] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 2d6+6: 17 [2d6=5,6]
[21:49:49] <&Flaurentine> … Oh.
[21:50:04] <Joslyn> "it depends on where it was hit - if it's underwater then we'd have a hell of a time fixing those on the fly!"
[21:50:20] <@Joslyn> 2d6+6
[21:50:20] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 2d6+6: 15 [2d6=3,6]
[21:50:59] <~Oxford> EW pauses a moment, perhaps carrying on a second conversation. Her voice returns a moment later: "Copy. Will advise Gallifree. Good hunting."
[21:51:07] <Flaurentine> "Don't wor-" Stop that, stop talking. Just… port over there, then over there, deep breaths… Despite drillhair fluttering in the wind, it's like she practiced this calmness.
[21:51:59] * Elsa looks around, it shouldn't be a problem as long as we find its attacker soon.
[21:52:50] <Joslyn> all the same, Joslyn figures it might help if she could get some more intel. "AMS Gallifree, this is Albean Air Squadron out of Keller Isle. We've got two friendlies heading your way, let us see if we can't get you in to port dry."
[21:52:52] <~Oxford> Elsa is the first to notice the ship through the haze on the horizon. Thick black smoke rises from amidships, and it lists to port unsteadily.
[21:53:40] <Joslyn> "Anything you could give us on where you were hit, or what vessel attacked you would be appreciated." keep calm. It's not easy, but someone has to.
[21:53:43] * Elsa shoots off towards the ship, Leaving a trail of fire behind. "I found it, this way!" She yells out.
[21:54:32] <Flaurentine> DeeeEEEEEEEP breath. "Yes Ma'am!" Trying to ignore the excitement of everything coming out all at once, Flauri makes a couple more small claps to get ahead.
[21:55:12] * Joslyn quickly follows, making sure there aren't any sudden surprises waiting for them.
[21:55:27] <~Oxford> Erica seems to have patched the girls through. The voice on the other end is the panicked voice of a civilian, in combat for the first time. "Mayday, mayday! We have a Novgo submarine in pursuit!"
[21:56:19] * Flaurentine really should be looking at the others in terrified confusion right now… in fact, she definitely WANTS to, but this post-transforming confidence in the form of a smug grin doesn't go away. Clap, clap.
[21:56:38] <Elsa> "Can you tell us where it is exactly?" She says as she zooms past the ship at a respectable altitude, looking down for some sort of signal of the sub.
[21:56:47] <Caitlin> "What if I try a word like Amphibious?"
[21:56:55] <Joslyn> "Hey! Keep your head, Sailor, we're gonna do all that we can to get you home safe. Is it directly behind you?"
[21:57:15] <~Oxford> "Hits were waterline, fore and amidships, starboard side. List is at 20 degrees. Flooding in starboard and fore storage."
[21:57:46] * Joslyn looks at Caitlin. "if you could make the thing surface, we could probably blast it. Echo, any help on that sub?"
[21:58:20] <~Oxford> "Negative, Iron Maiden. Radar can't see'em down there."
[21:59:24] <Flaurentine> "…" A little too smug. Speaking in the radio isn't the best of ideas, so the "I…" doesn't become much more than that while the crazy redhead glances around. Gulp.
[21:59:26] * Elsa looks confused, "Umm, jos, what direction did they say they were hit from? Maybe I could try to make it go up in the air."
[22:00:00] <Joslyn> "damn…Gallifree, you've got Sonar, right? That might be able to help us. Bookworm, see what you can do to keep her afloat. Jester, Criss-Cross, hunt down that boat!"
[22:00:04] <Flaurentine> Gotta say this slowly. "If… you…" Deep breath. "… Locate them…" Another. "… I can move in deep!"
[22:00:53] * Oxford changes topic to 'Current List: 20 degrees - Maximum Recoverable List: 45 degrees'
[22:00:55] <Flaurentine> Criss-Cross? What a shame, she liked Court Magician and it totally fit with the medieval persons theme. OH WELL, considering she's trying hard to retain some semblance of sanity, a nod is given with a couple extra claps.
[22:01:42] <Elsa> "Aye Aye", she says looking around for any signal of the ship going out in the direction where the torpedo hits look like they came from.
[22:02:19] <Flaurentine> "Roger! Mov-" Oh damnit, there it goes. After a couple claps, the "-ing in!" is totally missed by the radio because it plays on a random patch of air.
[22:03:07] <Elsa> 2d6+6 sharping
[22:03:08] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, sharping: 16 [2d6=5,5]
[22:03:15] <~Oxford> "N-no sonar here, ma'am." The captain's voice cracks as he speaks. "We're just a cargo freighter."
[22:04:12] <Caitlin> Caitlin moves in to attempt repairs, but first she's got to identify the damaged area.
[22:05:02] <Joslyn> "Roger, Gallifree. We're gonna find it anyway. Stay calm down there!"
[22:05:37] * Elsa quickly realizes where the hole actually is and heads off to where she THINKS the sub came from, its gotta be close to the surface, right?
[22:05:45] * Elsa gotta find a sign.
[22:05:53] <~Oxford> Caitlin catches a clear view of the first hole, around the middle of the vessel. A jagged hole about two metres across sits just below the waterline, tortured steel protruding like fangs.
[22:08:19] * Flaurentine follows Elsa behind, clap after clap, getting used to this. ANY lead means she can probably make it inside, given a good approximation of the distance… but then that'd mean using 'that.' And even transformed her terror is evident.
[22:09:31] <Elsa> 2d6+6 sharpies damnit that was a god tier roll
[22:09:31] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, sharpies damnit that was a god tier roll: 16 [2d6=6,4]
[22:10:01] <&Flaurentine> 2d6+8 ooh, mind if I go next? Need any sort of idea of approximate coordinates, depending on success I guess is where we'll take fluff. Take your time though.
[22:10:02] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, ooh, mind if I go next? Need any sort of idea of approximate coordinates, depending on success I guess is where we'll take fluff. Take your time though.: 17 [2d6=3,6]
[22:12:10] <~Oxford> Elsa catches sight of an odd shadow, just below the waves. Though difficult to see at first, the shape is the unmistakable shark-like outline of a searaider.
[22:13:01] * Elsa is in srsbusiness mode and doean't even look fazed, well given what she was saved from. She dives into the water without a second thought. "There it is!"
[22:13:28] * Joslyn heads over to where Caitlin is - she probably found something.
[22:13:45] * Elsa takes a deep breath before going down into the watery depths.
[22:14:06] <Caitlin> "Help me stop this ship from sinking, Joslyn!"
[22:14:27] * Oxford changes topic to 'Current List: 30 degrees - Maximum Recoverable List: 45 degrees'
[22:15:33] <~Oxford> The ship is already noticably further to one side. Down at the waterline, it towers above Joslyn and Caitlin as they examine the gaping wound in the ship's hull.
[22:15:36] * Flaurentine makes her way down to the surface, making tiny enough creaks by teleporting water out of the way to look down through the ocean. So, her attempts… aren't quite as quick as Elsa's, but is probably able to give a slightly better read on the approximate amount of kilometers whatnot to make it down to the inside in one jump… though, with the difference in space between all the ocean and the tiny amount of submarine interior there is, the risk of getting stuck in a wall or even worse, getting stuck in the wrong part of the ocean and being instantly crushed under the pressure. So, deep breathing, her arms are held out wide before the jump.
[22:16:05] <Joslyn> "I'll see what I can do." damn, that's a big hole. Still, she's gonna try to seal it up as best she can.
[22:16:09] <Caitlin> Sorcery now?
[22:16:50] <Caitlin> 2d6+9 IF SO HERE WE GO
[22:16:50] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, IF SO HERE WE GO: 18 [2d6=6,3]
[22:16:53] <@Oxford> Yep. DC is 15. Two successes to block, one to hold at bay
[22:16:58] <Caitlin> 1d6 ADVENTURE AHOY
[22:16:59] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, ADVENTURE AHOY: 4 [1d6=4]
[22:18:50] <Caitlin> Caitlin approaches the edge of the hole and writes the word "SEAL" on the surface. A white covering stretches over to seal off the damaged are and prevent more water from getting in.
[22:22:01] * Elsa holds on to a railing on the the ship's hull and focuses on making it fly like she did on the car only this time, she is succesful…barely. The whole sub gets a flame themed motif, the insides do too. Maybe the people inside would be too scared to know what the hell is going on perhaps
[22:22:06] <&Flaurentine> 5d6+3 well, I'm using magic, so uh….
[22:22:07] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, well, I'm using magic, so uh….: 25 [5d6=6,5,1,5,5]
[22:22:15] <&Flaurentine> 1d6 okay that's about fine, it's a BIG distance
[22:22:16] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, okay that's about fine, it's a BIG distance: 1 [1d6=1]
[22:23:20] <Flaurentine> Through the radio, a LOUD clap rings out as her hands smash themselves together, putting the determined drillhaired little girl in position to move straight to the inside of the vehicle and see who's manning it. And whoever's manning it is probably very, very unlucky.
[22:25:32] * Joslyn takes the metal edges of the hole and focuses intently, doing her best to stretch and add enough steel to make the hull stable enough to go a little further
[22:26:09] <@Joslyn> 2d6+10 winging it -sharp +magic
[22:26:09] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, winging it -sharp +magic: 16 [2d6=1,5]
[22:26:43] <~Oxford> The submarine begins to lurch towards the surface, buoyed up by Elsa's enchantment. As it breaks the surface with a crash, Flaurentine suddenly reappears. She is in an electrically-lit room barely wide enough to walk through. Dials and levers literally cover the walls, but what catches her attention first are the people. 14 sweating, bearded men fall silent as one and stare at her.
[22:27:00] <Joslyn> "That patch ought to hold enough to get to a dry dock - so long as it doesnt get hit again…
[22:27:53] * Flaurentine musters the most horrifying smile she can and places hands on the hem of her skirt after a couple seconds of starefest, giving them all a curtsey. "I'm sorry~"
[22:28:11] * Oxford changes topic to 'Current List: 35 degrees - Maximum Recoverable List: 45 degrees'
[22:28:57] <~Oxford> The first hole is mended, but the Gallifree is still leaning dangerously as her pumps fail to keep up with the water flooding her lower decks.
[22:29:23] <Joslyn> "Let's plug that other leak - if we can fix that, she ought to be good. Jester, Criss Cross, how are things going on that boat?"
[22:31:05] <Elsa> "Yeah its me, I got a bit wet but I got the sub up here." Elsa looks around, "Where's Flauri?"
[22:31:10] <Joslyn> "They said the other hole should be near the front of the ship, on the same side."
[22:31:43] <Flaurentine> "Criss-Cross reporting!" A deep breath is taken during the staring contest that results. "Will be… all clear soon!" Both her hands twitch, making it clear to the crew that they're backwards.
[22:31:51] <@Oxford> Sharp to search
[22:32:05] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 k
[22:32:06] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, k: 16 [2d6=2,6]
[22:32:10] <Caitlin> master
[22:32:11] <@Joslyn> 2d6+4 derp
[22:32:12] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, derp: 7 [2d6=1,2]
[22:32:18] <@Oxford> blaster
[22:32:34] <Joslyn> "I got nothing. Cait, please tell me you see it."
[22:32:39] <Caitlin> "Alright, follow me, Joslyn. We won't let these people sink!" And it's off to t he next location.
[22:32:56] <Joslyn> "On your six, Kate!"
[22:34:42] <~Oxford> The second hole is well-hidden, deep below the prow of the ship. A huge portion of the front is simply missing - torn cables and ruptured lines trail out from the hole like underwater streamers.
[22:36:47] * Flaurentine lurches forward after the apology and begins poking each one of the 'pilots,' humming along the way. Every single touch sends a surge of magical energy throughout, intent on leaving the vessel unmanned. Where they go? She doesn't care~ Likely, at least a few will end up on top of the submarine, while a few unfortunate souls may just find themselves deeper in the ocean than they knew existed.
[22:37:04] <Flaurentine> And a very different fate is in store for those who get up and try to resist, of course. "La la la~"
[22:37:13] <&Flaurentine> Horror time, initiated
[22:37:23] <&Flaurentine> So I could do it with just magic, yes?
[22:38:04] <@Oxford> It's magic, yeah. It'll take a couple turns to get to the other end, and you're smack in the middle of the sub.
[22:38:36] <&Flaurentine> Oh, you mean that wasn't the ONLY room- well, still, making sure nobody can man it to fire more torpedoes is what a 14-year-old would think of.
[22:38:39] <@Oxford> Think like, three rooms, and you're in the middle one. ~7 dudes to either side, plus whoever's in the other rooms
[22:38:43] <Elsa> You know that elsa will probably burn all but one of the men to crips
[22:38:52] <&Flaurentine> 3d6+3 we'll do it this way, though, and may a few of them will be lucky
[22:38:53] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, we'll do it this way, though, and may a few of them will be lucky: 11 [3d6=2,5,1]
[22:38:59] <&Flaurentine> or maybe all of them will be
[22:40:05] <@Oxford> 7#2d6+3 very little hope, but who knows?
[22:40:06] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, very little hope, but who knows?: 9 [2d6=2,4], 11 [2d6=6,2], 9 [2d6=4,2], 10 [2d6=1,6], 14 [2d6=6,5], 7 [2d6=2,2], 8 [2d6=1,4]
[22:41:28] <@Oxford> 1d6
[22:41:29] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 3 [1d6=3]
[22:41:30] <&Flaurentine> 1d6 k then
[22:41:30] <Elsa> reroll the tie then
[22:41:31] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, k then: 6 [1d6=6]
[22:44:59] <~Oxford> The first man is still too shocked to respond, vanishing mid-sentence. Three more are gone just as quickly as they rush the tiny girl, foreign curses on their lips. As a fifth man dives past her and flees toward the sub's prow, but the two behind him are not so lucky. They disappear together in a puff of air filling the vacuum they leave behind, their fates unknown.
[22:47:18] <Flaurentine> "You're not-" It's not as though they CAN understand her words, or at least, it isn't probable that they would. So while she speaks and cuts off, it's just for flavor as the magician spins around like a ballerina, humming some strange tune while whisking the poor men off into the unknown. "-needed anymore!" Giggling, she winces once in slight awareness of the horrors that just happened… before catching sight of one more, grinning ear-to-ear. "Oh~"
[22:47:33] <Elsa> 2d6+9 multiattack
[22:47:34] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, multiattack: 14 [2d6=3,2]
[22:50:55] * Elsa tries to take over the flying before she realizes that there are actually some sailors on top of the sub and she turns to them, "Oh looks like I figured out where Flauri is." as she points her slightly different torch now at the men that appeared around her before saying, "You better jump to the water before-" She doesn't finish as snake made out of fire incinerates the first one, then makes its way to the second one and so on.
[22:52:33] <~Oxford> The submariners howl as the flames engulf them, tumbling from the decks even to land in the sea with a hiss and a splash.
[22:53:00] * Oxford changes topic to 'Current List: 40 degrees - Maximum Recoverable List: 45 degrees'
[22:53:20] <Joslyn> "…pretty sure the sub won't be a factor here. Let's hurry to fix this ship!"
[22:53:57] <Elsa> Maybe some of them survived, they won't be able to do anything anyways.
[22:56:06] <@Oxford> This one's a bitch: DC 20.
[22:56:31] <@Joslyn> 4d6+10 in that case…playing it safe.
[22:56:32] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, in that case…playing it safe.: 15 [4d6=1,1,2,1]
[22:57:59] <Joslyn> Joslyn does her best, but the hole is too big for her to stretch her steel across it! She's made a sieve-like design, which consequently does nothing in helping keep the water out.
[22:58:27] <Joslyn> "A little help here!"
[22:58:46] <Caitlin> 4d6+9 time for 6s
[22:58:47] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, time for 6s: 25 [4d6=6,2,5,3]
[22:58:52] <Caitlin> 1d6
[22:58:53] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d6: 1 [1d6=1]
[23:00:12] <Caitlin> "I'll support you, hold on." This time, the word STEEL is used to cover up with the jury-rigged seal Joslyn started.
[23:05:38] <Flaurentine> "Nope~" Spinning around one more time, the swirly-eyed teleporter makes her way to where the escaping man is, instantly at that, pressing her finger to his back with a wicked smile. In a few seconds, assuming she's not able to hold herself back, Elsa's going to be left with something much less than an entire human body. Though, the kind side shows a little with her standing in place. "Run if the rest of you want~"
[23:05:46] <&Flaurentine> 2d6+4 can I use fury this time?
[23:05:47] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, can I use fury this time?: 10 [2d6=5,1]
[23:07:52] <@Oxford> 2d6+3 He can't really defend, but it's one of those things…
[23:07:53] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, He can't really defend, but it's one of those things…: 10 [2d6=3,4]
[23:07:57] <&Flaurentine> 1d6 … Oh.
[23:07:58] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, … Oh.: 6 [1d6=6]
[23:08:08] <Caitlin> inb4 6
[23:08:10] <&Flaurentine> ^
[23:08:12] <@Oxford> 1d6 16% chance of heroage
[23:08:13] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 16% chance of heroage: 2 [1d6=2]
[23:08:21] <&Flaurentine> Bye-bye~
[23:15:20] <~Oxford> The seven crewmen remaining in the main hold are silent as their Chief Petty Officer falls, lifeless. Then, as one, they surge towards the forward hatch, desperate to escape the red-haired girl.
[23:18:01] <~Oxford> Outside, Elsa sees a hatch swing open from the conning tower. Six more sailors in striped shirts and blue pants storm out, unaware of the terror below, and man the sub's surface armament. Four prepare the deck-gun, while two others grab the anti-aircraft machineguns and swing them towards Elsa.
[23:18:01] <Flaurentine> Though her eyes say OHGODSTOPTHIS, the little girl just puts a couple fingers up to her lips and giggles, twirling around a bit more. Her next destination is the next room~
[23:19:15] <Elsa> 3d6+9 taking 1 fury
[23:19:16] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, taking 1 fury: 17 [3d6=1,1,6]
[23:19:21] <&Flaurentine> DICEMAID TODAY
[23:19:25] <Elsa> 1d6
[23:19:26] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6: 3 [1d6=3]
[23:21:20] <@Oxford> 2#2d6+6 actually, not especially relevant; AA guns clash.
[23:21:21] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, actually, not especially relevant: 14 [2d6=4,4], 14 [2d6=3,5]
[23:23:53] <Elsa> 1d6+4
[23:23:54] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6+4: 8 [1d6=4]
[23:27:53] * Elsa glares at the sailors manning the guns and points her torch towards them, "You really weren't paying attention to what happened out here did you?" She says as she goes charges for the AA guns vaporizing each with a single kick, the resulting heat and flames badly burn the people manning them. She turns to the deck gun, and with a fist sheathed in flame. Te girl's hand effortlessly reaches into the innards of the machine, spewing flame everywhere and horribly burning all but one of the men handling it.
[23:29:37] <@Joslyn> 3d6+10 miss fixit
[23:29:38] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, miss fixit: 20 [3d6=5,4,1]
[23:30:05] * Oxford changes topic to 'Current List: 40 degrees - Maximum Recoverable List: 45 degrees'
[23:31:43] <Joslyn> "Thanks Kate. I got it from here. Go check on Elsa and Flauri, okay?" Joslyn finishes sealing off the rest of the hole before turning her comms back to open. "This is Keller Isle Flight Lead, Callsign Iron Maiden. Gallifree, we've plugged the holes in the hull, you should be safe for anchorage."
[23:32:33] <Caitlin> Caitlin surveys their handywork, "Alright. This looks satisfactory." Time to find out what's happening with the other pair.
[23:33:19] <Elsa> "The sub is pretty much under control, We just need to clear things out."
[23:34:37] <Caitlin> "Should I commence assaulting the submarine?"
[23:35:07] <Joslyn> "Echo Whiskey, this is Iron Maiden. The Gallifree is secured and headed your way. The Novos sub is more or less out of commission, we're just cleaning up."
[23:35:33] <Elsa> "Flauri is inside, looks like she's teleporting crew to the outside, I've been dealing with them."
[23:38:22] <Flaurentine> AHEM. Though speaking slowly, it's still a bit singsongy as she cuts in. "This is Criss-Cross~!" Twirl, twirl. "-way, Jester!" Is that a radio cutting? No it isn't. "More heading your-" There we go.
[23:39:16] <Elsa> "Maybe the techie guys would want to take this thing apart." She says keeping a look out for other falling sailors.
[23:41:07] <Elsa> "Flauri, why don't you send them down instead of up?"
[23:41:12] <~Oxford> "Iron Maiden, Echo Whiskey. Copy that; clear the threat and bring'em in safe."
[23:41:14] <Flaurentine> VWOOP. Criss-Cross switches rooms, moving to the next one ahead. "Should I move it?"
[23:41:39] <Joslyn> "They just might. We're supposed to give them an intact pulse bomb. A sub might help, I dunno."
[23:42:02] <Caitlin> 2d6+6
[23:42:02] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 2d6+6: 11 [2d6=4,1]
[23:42:25] <Flaurentine> "And I didn't… move them…" Deep breath, struggling with trying to speak without suddenly detransforming and breaking down, the usual, "Up… I just sent them… 'Out!'"
[23:42:54] <@Oxford> 2d6+3
[23:42:55] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 2d6+3: 6 [2d6=1,2]
[23:44:23] <Caitlin> "She's…? Oh. Isn't that extremely dangerous?" What the fuck. In the air, Caitlin writes out BLANKS. The word wraps around their AA gun to prevent it from firing.
[23:45:15] <Joslyn> "She would warp out if she was in trouble, I'm sure. Anyhow, heading your way. Don't wanna miss the party!"
[23:45:38] <&Flaurentine> 3d6+3 will this girl ever learn? No, she will not… also high burst chance
[23:45:40] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, will this girl ever learn? No, she will not… also high burst chance: 10 [3d6=3,3,1]
[23:46:16] <@Oxford> 8#2d6+2 We can do it, men!
[23:46:16] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, We can do it, men!: 14 [2d6=6,6], 8 [2d6=1,5], 7 [2d6=1,4], 8 [2d6=1,5], 12 [2d6=4,6], 5 [2d6=2,1], 6 [2d6=2,2], 4 [2d6=1,1]
[23:46:46] * Elsa looks at the word blanks wrap around the charred remains of the AA gun, unamused.
[23:47:54] <Flaurentine> "Down you go~" Flauri warps into the next room and at the first sight of a human being, begins spinning and forcefully relieving them of their positions again. This time they actually DO go straight down, meaning there's a chance for those of them who can swim to tell the story of their encounters with a witch or whatever. Lucky them… okay no, not really, considering they'll spend most of their lives in insane asylums.
[23:48:34] <Elsa> Or locked in our countrie's prison cells
[23:50:54] <~Oxford> Even from the surface, Elsa and Caitlin can hear the screams of the men trapped in the sub with Flaurentine. They echo through the subs corridors and hull, reverberating until it seems the boat itself is wailing.
[23:51:22] * Elsa walks into the sub, "Take care of things here, I'm gonna help inside…and remind me to never make her angry."
[23:51:50] <Caitlin> Caitlin turns her head to look at Elsa, "What did she DO…?"
[23:52:26] <Elsa> "You didn't hear the screams? Anyways I'm going down to help her."
[23:53:28] <Caitlin> "I heard them all too well, Elsa. Good luck."
[23:53:36] <Flaurentine> "La la la~ Sleep tight~"
[23:53:45] <Joslyn> "…You want some earplugs or something then?" Joslyn touches down soon after Elsa heads down.
[23:55:52] <Caitlin> Caitlin shakes her head. That'd probably look really weak, plugging your ears to avoid hearing what Flaurentine's doing. Just wouldn't be right. "No, I'll be fine, but thank you. I think the situation's under control."
[23:56:02] <~Oxford> The man on the deckgun struggles with his controls for a moment, but Caitlin's magic has neutralized his shells. After several futile tries, he abandons the gun and dives overboard.
[23:56:53] <Joslyn> "Pretty sure that's one way to put it."
[23:57:52] <@Joslyn> What can the sub still do?
[23:58:01] <@Oxford> 5d6+6 THIS
[23:58:02] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, THIS: 16 [5d6=2,1,1,3,3]
[00:03:25] <~Oxford> Joslyn feels the explosion before she sees it: a tremendous shockwave of compressed air buffets her and Caitlin, hurling them through the sky as a blinding flash fills their sight. The noise is so loud that for a moment, everything is silent, their ears struggling to make sense of the onslaught. The front portion of the submarine rips open like a can of beans hit by a freight train. Elsa and Flaurentine are still aboard.
[00:05:29] <Joslyn> Good thing they can fly. But no, that's very not good. She screams for Elsa and Flauri to respond, but can't hear herself do so.
[00:06:14] <&Flaurentine> … So could I totally be a sue and port both of us out if I roll this well enough?
[00:06:27] <@Oxford> Touching only, right?
[00:06:29] <@Joslyn> So Flauri and elsa roll 16+ to dodge
[00:06:31] <&Flaurentine> 5d6+5 on this, I mean
[00:06:32] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, on this, I mean: 22 [5d6=1,4,3,5,4]
[00:06:37] <Caitlin> Caitlin's screams are a little less coherent, but she still tries to fly back for Elsa and Flauri as soon as she's regained control over her flight pattern.
[00:07:11] <Elsa> 5d6+6 magic defense
[00:07:12] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, magic defense: 29 [5d6=3,2,6,6,6]
[00:07:30] <Elsa> 3d6
[00:07:30] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 3d6: 10 [3d6=4,4,2]
[00:07:38] <Joslyn> Joslyn grabs her by the arm and mouths…something. She points to her head.
[00:08:25] <Flaurentine> Get that telepathy fetish outta here. Flauri opens her mouth wide even if the poor men beg, letting impulse take over with a big VWOOP.
[00:09:21] <Caitlin> It's not telepathy, shut up. Caitlin will take the hint to make eye contact and scan Joslyn's surface thoughts.
[00:10:00] <Elsa> Right after the first explosion a small pillar of fire emerges from somewhere inside the sub and right after it dissipates elsa emerges sheathed completly in flame. "What whas that?"
[00:10:47] <Joslyn> They can't hear with the explosion. But Caitlin can still read. <Give them a moment or two to get out of it. If they made it, no need to worry. If they didn't…no need to add to the body count."
[00:10:53] <Flaurentine> "What was what?" Drillhair hanging down, the monstrosity that shows up in thin air right next to her is upside down. She doesn't notice.
[00:11:02] * Oxford changes topic to 'Current List: 38 degrees - Maximum Recoverable List: 45 degrees'
[00:12:32] <~Oxford> The Novgoraadi submarine disappears almost silently beneath the waves; only the faint gurgling of the trapped air escaping to accompany seventeen men to their doom.
[00:12:38] <Caitlin> Caitlin struggles over the decision not to rush in for a moment. Instead, she creates big letters in the sky for Elsa and Flaurentine to see saying "OVER HERE"
[00:13:24] <Flaurentine> With a big smile, the teleporter with swirling eyes uses this as an opportunity to grab straight onto Elsa's arm and VWOOP toward the two of them, assuming she's not stopped by anything.
[00:14:05] <Joslyn> A smile. "Told you they'd be fine."
[00:14:49] <~Oxford> To the east, the AMS Gallifree seems to be gradually righting itself as its pumps fight back the flood. It should be able to limp in to port alright.
[00:15:40] <Caitlin> Big sigh of relief, "I wasn't expecting that explosion. Scarier than I imagined it would be."
[00:16:16] <Joslyn> "Yeah. But we've taken care of what we needed to. Let's get back."
[00:16:34] * Flaurentine only winces a few times, not upside-down anymore, like trying to say something. It doesn't come out, so only a headshake does.
[00:16:49] * Elsa sighs loudly, "Yeah, I can't believe the sub would explode that hard."
[00:17:34] * Elsa is a bit disoriented at being teleported around by flauri.
[00:18:12] <Joslyn> "Anyway…that was good practice. Hopefully we can use that when we face the real horde." Joslyn quickly makes it to the shack and detransforms.
[00:19:09] <Flaurentine> Singsongily, Flaurentine follows by clapping her way back and then detransforms as well… only to freeze in place and not walk in. DUN DUN DUN.
[00:19:13] <Caitlin> Caitlin returns to base with the others, "I'd prefer practice where half of us aren't nearly killed and nobody gets deafened."
[00:19:45] <Caitlin> "Aren't you coming, Miss Flaurentine?"
[00:19:53] <Joslyn> "Agreed…but beggars can't be choosers. Oh yeah, Kate, Flauri, Elsa, need the pendants."
[00:20:11] <Flaurentine> "Aa…" No. The answer is no.
[00:20:30] <Caitlin> Caitlin returns her pendant with no argument. Good riddance to the thing.
[00:21:19] * Elsa goes down and detransforms as soon as she hits the ground with Flauri, she checks her neck looking for the pendant before smiling, "I think I forgot it."
[00:21:33] <Joslyn> "that's two…Flauri? Can you give me y-WHAT?"
[00:21:52] <Joslyn> "What do you mean you 'forgot' it?"
[00:22:06] <~Oxford> /session
[20:23:27] <~Oxford> Silence hangs in the air outside of Lt. Stranahan's island cottage. The sun is low enough in the sky to cast long shadows against its stone walls of the four girls frozen in front of the door. "What do you mean you 'forgot' it?" Joslyn asks.
[20:23:41] <Joslyn> One, Two, Three, Four. One, Two, Three. Four magic users, but only three pendants. This really didn't add up. "…Elsa…how exactly were you able to transform without a pendant?"
[20:24:56] * Elsa shrugs, "I don't know, it just happened, they told us to go out and I did…well pretty much the same thing we do with a pendant and it worked."
[20:25:13] <Joslyn> "…"
[20:25:40] <Joslyn> "You just decided to try it without a pendant, for the hell of it?"
[20:25:51] <Flaurentine> The last one uses it as an excuse to freeze up in a very unmilitaristic manner, staring blankly while holding her own pendant and facing the speaker, though it's more likely she's staring into space than anything else.
[20:26:23] <Elsa> "I…actually thought it would be worth a shot…seeing how much better I've gotten at magic lately." She says embarrassed.
[20:26:29] * Charm is now known as Joslyn
[20:26:32] <Caitlin> "This is… nothing I've heard about before. I'll have to interview you about this later, Elsa. Do you feel any… different from your previous experiences, considering you don't have the pendant now?"
[20:27:12] <Elsa> 2d6+6 showing off
[20:27:13] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, showing off: 17 [2d6=5,6]
[20:27:55] * Elsa summons fire and it seems to respond just as well as if she was transformed, "See?"
[20:28:07] <Joslyn> "We're gonna have to tell Major Westfield…and it's not gonna be pretty."
[20:29:00] <Caitlin> "Not gonna be pretty? Wouldn't you consider this a positive development? Prolonged exposure to the pendants has proven harmful, hasn't it?"
[20:30:03] <Elsa> "Yeah, I've never felt better. Its pretty relaxing not to depend on that thing."
[20:30:24] <Joslyn> "Perhaps. I mean yes, if we could free ourselves from the side effects of the pendants, it would be nice…" Joslyn sighs. "But Elsa also has an upcoming court martial. Resulting from the misuse of her powers."
[20:30:34] <Flaurentine> "I… Ah…" A few steps? Just a few, tiny ones. Handing Joslyn the pendant is much more of a chore than it should be, but fortunately the others have a show to watch. Not like Flauri doesn't either, but being totally out of it isn't helping.
[20:31:23] <Joslyn> "And on top of that, now there's no way to keep her from using her magic even more. I…I'm a bit scared as to how that will affect a jury."
[20:32:15] <Elsa> "It'll be fine if no one knows about it, right?"
[20:33:23] <Caitlin> "Elsa, please refrain from excessive usage of your magic. There, Joslyn. That's how you keep her from using it even more. You trust her, don't you?"
[20:33:56] * Flaurentine holds the pendant out in her hand toward Iron Maiden, listening, and just stares at it. Staaaaaaaares.
[20:34:27] <~Oxford> The evening breeze is coming in off the sea, sending ripples across the rolling slopes. Inside the cottage, Erica is bustling about in the kitchen, fixing something to eat.
[20:35:15] * Joslyn takes Flauri's pendant with a nod, then goes to stash them into the briefcase.
[20:35:26] * Elsa smells the food and begins heading inside, "hmmm smells like dinner!"
[20:36:31] <~Oxford> The briefcase, Joslyn has noticed, is surprisingly heavy. It seems to be constructed far more sturdily than the leather exterior would suggest.
[20:36:39] * Flaurentine JOLTS the fuck up as their fingers begin to brush each other at all, jerking her hand back almost instinctively. Then shakes enough of the mood off to perform her usual curtsey before running inside with the others.
[20:36:57] <Caitlin> If she hasn't already done so, Caitlin returns her pendant to Joslyn and follows Elsa in, whispering, "Please do be careful."
[20:36:59] <Joslyn> "Smells like something, anyway. All this salt in the air has destroyed any memories of what food is supposed to be like." and given what it's holding, it shouldn't be that big a surprise.
[20:38:15] <~Oxford> Inside, a hearty stew of carrot, potato, and mutton is bubbling on the stove. Lt. Stranahan has donned an apron over her uniform, and is in the middle of taking a test-taste from the ladle as the girls enter.
[20:40:55] <Flaurentine> The pinnacle of timidgirldom timids herself in with eyes glued to the floor, mustering up mostly just a nod in an attempt at a greeting. The permanent blush on her face even looks little worse in that it shows the embarrassment of being lost in thought.
[20:42:01] <Caitlin> 2d6 k
[20:42:01] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, k: 2 [2d6=1,1]
[20:42:51] <Joslyn> "Well…You sure can't say we had a boring sortie…"
[20:43:16] <~Oxford> Erica looks up with a smile on her face. "The Gallifree got into port alright; they're patching her up now. The skipper asked me to convey his gratitude."
[20:44:34] <Flaurentine> ".. Ah!" Shuffle, shuffle. Time to… take a seat. That's right. "We… We're very… glad."
[20:45:25] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods gravely, "I didn't expect a call to action so quickly. I suppose it's fortunate we came at the time we did."
[20:45:42] <Joslyn> "Well that's good, right? I almost wonder if the navy should have an attaché if this works out well. Being able to turn a patrol boat into an aircraft carrier certainly could be useful…"
[20:46:50] <~Oxford> Erica nods. "We've had a few distress calls like that; it feels good to be able to do something about it. The blockade those Novs got set up is pretty tight."
[20:47:06] <Elsa> "So anyways, I was wondering if I could go around and make our AA guns hit harder." She smells herself, she reeks of salt, well thats what you get for diving into the ocean after a sub.
[20:47:09] <Flaurentine> "… ngerous." Little Flauri's hands twitch as she stares at them with a mumble.
[20:47:56] <Joslyn> "Try not to grow another set of wings if you insist on doing so - I don't want to have to ignore another jailbreak."
[20:48:39] <Caitlin> Caitlin shifts her eyes over to Erica nervously; is she familiar with exactly how Elsa got out? Probably not.
[20:49:28] <Flaurentine> There's another twitch, being the one responsible for that and all. This time her eyes just dart over to where the stew is, hoping it'll save the day.
[20:49:52] <~Oxford> Lt. Stranahan finishes pouring each girl a glass of milk, and sits down at the head of the small table. There is an awkward silence before the meal begins; she appears to be waiting to see if anyone will offer grace.
[20:50:07] <Elsa> "I have it perfectly under control. And I didn't break out." She says seriously, "I just want a nice hot shower to get al this salt off me."
[20:50:25] * Elsa grew up with gypsies she isn't too big on this sort of thing.
[20:50:49] * Joslyn is a little hesitant. It wasn't really a big deal back home.
[20:50:54] * Flaurentine has such a thing written down as a note, but sure isn't functioning well enough to pay the amount of attention necessary to read it off right now.
[20:51:46] <Joslyn> Magic mains: no sense of right and wrong. Well, sorta. In any case, Joslyn sits down and rubs her eyes. "So is there anything else we need to be aware of, or should we just be ready for a bombing run at any time?"
[20:52:53] <Caitlin> Caitlin's not going to be the one to start a prayer. She looks around in confusion on why nobody's eating.
[20:53:06] <Flaurentine> Staaaaaaaaare.
[20:53:10] <~Oxford> Erica shakes herself and blinks. "Oh, um, well. Yeah. Basically." It isn't apparent that she heard a word of that. "Anyway, dig in," she continues, scooping a healthy spoonful from her bowl.
[20:54:07] <Joslyn> That works. joslyn takes her time with the stew but it's not bad so she finishes it without much trouble.
[20:54:40] <Flaurentine> "… nk you…" A tiny voice comes out in a whisper, not like the teleporter doesn't spend the whole time staring into her own reflection in the stew. Considering it's stew instead of a kind of food that actually would SHOW a reflection that may just say something. Still, siiiiiiip.
[20:55:01] * Elsa takes a good compliment of the delicious delicious stew, still thinking about the warm shower, frankly she hasn't figured out how to properly clean her wings yet. Maybe thats a question for the resident bookworm.
[20:55:16] <Elsa> "Its delicious!"
[20:56:42] <Caitlin> To be polite, Caitlin nods to Erica, "Thanks for dinner." Afterwards, she begins eating the stew, taking her time as she goes. "Are you quite alright, Miss Flaurentine?"
[20:57:16] <~Oxford> "Aw, thank," Erica returns, blushing a little. "It's just a few things I threw together out of the garden. I'm still learning…"
[20:58:05] <Flaurentine> "Ah! I… um… well…" By the others are halfway through she'd only taken one sip. Two? ".. ine…" Siiiip. "… ks for worrying…" Though, she doesn't take so much as a glance at the asker, instead opting to just stare off to the side. Still lost.
[21:00:22] <Caitlin> "You sound like your voice is getting carried off by magic again, Miss Flaurentine. Are you sure everything's okay?" If Flauri actually looks at the speaker, she'll see Caitlin appears a bit concerned.
[21:01:35] <Flaurentine> "M-Magic?" It really WAS just a mutter under her breath, after all. "Oh… Oh no, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…" She herself looks up in a different kind of worry, expecting the sentence to cut off. It doesn't.
[21:02:10] <~Oxford> The cottage has electricity, but it's confined mainly to the radar room. The dining room is already deeply shadowed, and Erica gets up to light a few oil lanterns hung at strategic locations around the room.
[21:02:41] <Joslyn> "Its been a rough day. We probably should turn in early unless something is going on."
[21:03:28] <Caitlin> "Please, don't apologize. If something's bothering you, I'm certain you'll have no trouble finding me if you'd like to talk." Well, that's it for pressing the matter, even though Caitlin's not quite satisfied. Flaurentine's more timid than usual. "Who's taking which beds?"
[21:03:42] <~Oxford> She shrugs. "Yeah, out here it gets dark pretty fast, and there's not much to do. I showed you girls your beds, right? I'll be at the radar if you need me."
[21:03:49] <Elsa> "Personally I would like a hot, relaxing shower."
[21:05:05] <Elsa> "Help get all the salt off me."
[21:05:17] <Flaurentine> "… ike some time… a-alone too… if everybody wouldn't mind." Timidness past maximum levels. She even makes the polite gesture of waiting until everybody's done speaking and there's a small silence at some point.
[21:06:32] <Joslyn> "That's fine. I'll take one of the bottom bunks if that's okay."
[21:06:40] <~Oxford> Erica smiles wickedly at Elsa. "What's this look like, the Hotel l'Grande? We don't even have running water. Though if you insist… there's a spring up the mountain a-ways."
[21:07:47] <Elsa> "I'll take it! Can you tell me where its at?"
[21:09:12] <~Oxford> "Oh-ho, seriously? Well, there's a little dirt path up the mountain, behind the hovel. You'll need to take a lantern with you. Just keep your eyes open; can't miss it."
[21:10:00] <Caitlin> "Don't get lost, Elsa. I suppose you can make flares if you do, though."
[21:10:08] <Elsa> "Alright, thanks. Now about those beds…" she glances over at the other girls.
[21:11:08] * Flaurentine stares back in terror.
[21:12:27] <~Oxford> Four beds are available - one for each girl, presumably. Erica has already returned to the radar room, where she sits patiently, monitoring the screens.
[21:12:40] <Flaurentine> "I… ahm…" It's not until now that she notices the empty bowl. ".. s delicious.. thank you." But the person she's speaking to is gone, yep.
[21:13:59] <Flaurentine> "… ah… W-Would… taking a short nap… i-inconvenience anybody if I did?" At the mention of beds it's all the timidgirl can think of, standing up and only half-pushing her chair in while awkwardly trying to reach for something on her clothing but reaching before touching anything every time.
[21:14:36] <Caitlin> "Feel free, Miss Flaurentine. Take whichever bed you like, we'll divide the rest."
[21:14:42] <Elsa> "Feel free to do it Flauri…Well, I guess its time for me to go before it gets TOO dark."
[21:15:21] <Elsa> And with that Elsa goes over to her bag and picks up a spare set of clothes.
[21:16:10] <Joslyn> "Have fun. Shoot off some fireworks or something if you get in trouble, okay?"
[21:16:25] <Flaurentine> Take whichever? Oh no, that's too much. "… Sorry. Please… be safe." She hangs her head straight down while tiptoeing over and silently attempting to crawl in to one of the top bunks away from everyone else, because maybe that way nobody else will be able to hear the sniffling as much.
[21:16:50] <Elsa> "Oh you'll be sure to see them." She says as she leaves the cabin and begins heading up the dirt path.
[21:17:34] <~Oxford> The beds each have simple, white linens and a heavy quilt in muted shades. The simple bedframes creak as she crawls inside, but seem sturdy enough.
[21:20:43] <Joslyn> They better, given the reinforcements Elsa gave them.
[21:21:34] <Caitlin> Awkward silence, with Elsa leaving and Flauri being even more timid than usual. "…Well, which bed would you prefer, Joslyn?"
[21:22:00] <Joslyn> "You can take the other top bunk if you want. I'm not picky."
[21:22:02] <~Oxford> Elsa disappears up the mountain, lantern showing only a small pudle of light around her.
[21:23:07] <@Oxford> 2d6 hm?
[21:23:07] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, hm?: 2 [2d6=1,1]
[21:23:25] * Elsa looks around the forest, she's never really had the opportunity to walk in a forest like this. Since the circus stayed mostly near large cities.
[21:25:35] * Flaurentine cuddles up in the bunk after letting her hair down, ramming a tiny fist harmlessly into her skull now and then when assuming nobody's watching. Then again she, of course, doesn't have eyes in the back of her head or anything.
[21:27:34] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 Sharp to notice Flauri's self abuse
[21:27:35] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, Sharp to notice Flauri's self abuse: 18 [2d6=4,6]
[21:27:55] <~Oxford> Elsa finds the spring surprisingly easily. There's a few large rocks and a convenient screen of tall reeds between it and the road, but the view out to sea is quite magnificent in the moonlight. A cricket chirps peacefully, and steam rises above the surface to disappear into the cold night air.
[21:27:55] <~Oxford> Elsa finds the spring surprisingly easily. There's a few large rocks and a convenient screen of tall reeds between it and the road, but the view out to sea is quite magnificent in the moonlight. A cricket chirps peacefully, and steam rises above the surface to disappear into the cold night air.
[21:29:11] <Caitlin> "If you really don't mind, I honestly would like the top bunk. Thank you." Caitlin moves to lay claim to her bed when she notices something strange. "Flaurentine? …What are you doing?"
[21:29:51] * Elsa half expected the spring to be, you know, cold. But she is pleasantly surprised anyways. She quickly gets undressed, leaving her clothes haphazardly near a tree. Time to figure out how to clean her fucking wings unless she wants them to smell of salt for days.
[21:30:05] <Flaurentine> "… Nn!" A squeak rings out as her head rolls around, showing sort-of-blank eyes darting around before looking down. "Oh… I'm… sorry. W-Was I bothering you?"
[21:30:13] * Joslyn lays down in the bunk under Caitlin, taking out a notebook and writing.
[21:30:37] <Caitlin> "Not necessarily, but why were you hitting yourself?"
[21:32:24] <Flaurentine> "Hit… what do you mean?" Blink… Blink. Her face is redder than usual and that ungodly sharp roll probably details the area around her eyes being a little moist, but the little girl's expression is as clueless as ever. "Ah… um… I-I'll try to be quieter… sorry…"
[21:33:04] <~Oxford> Geothermal springs are reasonably common in the volcanic islands around Albaea, it turns out. The warm water is incredibly relaxing, though Elsa's wings do feel rather heavy when wet.
[21:35:27] <Caitlin> "Please stop pretending that something isn't bothering you, and please stop apologizing. What is bothering you? You were hitting yourself, you've been more quiet than usual, and you look like you're about to cry." Caitlin's tone is gentle but firm; she's not letting this go easily now.
[21:36:54] * Elsa is practically completely submerged when she starts cleaning them out with this brushes brought over from the cabin. Its hard work but eventually she finishes ONE of them. It smells faintly of soap.
[21:37:36] <Elsa> faintly? I mean strongly of course
[21:37:53] <Flaurentine> Flauri's eyes show a bit of sleepiness in them. "I.. oh…" Sleepiness and disappointment. "I'm… very sorry. Ah… if you'd require a written apology when I wake up, I can…"
[21:39:15] <Flaurentine> "I can… I can…"
[21:39:28] <Flaurentine> "…"
[21:40:14] * Flaurentine tilts her head to the side upon sitting up. "Excuse me… what time of day is it?"
[21:40:59] <Caitlin> "It's starting to get late, but does that really matter? What happened out there that's bothering you so much?"
[21:42:07] * Elsa begins working on the second one. Scrub Scrub, Scrub Scrub. Seriously if she want'y already in water she would be sweating…actually she sweats partly because of the warm water.
[21:42:14] <Flaurentine> "I…" Her stare gets more and more disappinted; straining, even, as she looks off into space trying to find something to say but can't. "I'm… sure it wasn't anything important. P-Please accept my humblest apologies if I've been worrying anybody o-or holding them back…"
[21:42:27] <Joslyn> "…Hang on. Flauri, you know where you are, right?"
[21:43:19] <Flaurentine> "T.. That's right. We're at the…"
[21:43:32] <Flaurentine> "…"
[21:43:33] <~Oxford> The stars are out in full force by the time Elsa finishes with her wings. The sky above looks vast and limitless, a twinkling infinity stretching out across the vault of heaven.
[21:44:12] <Joslyn> "…Do you remember who we are?"
[21:44:45] <Caitlin> Caitlin's eyes widen a little bit, but she tries not to look worried. That'll just upset her more. "Think hard if you have to, what's my name?"
[21:45:26] <Flaurentine> "Don't worry… Miss Joslyn… Miss Caitlin.. Mi…" A look around. The last one isn't there, provoking a dejected expression. "I'm sure there isn't anything wrong…"
[21:46:12] <Caitlin> "Okay, let's play a game, alright? I want you to talk about your day. Start with when you woke up and keep going until you get to right now."
[21:46:50] <Elsa> "There must be an easier way to do this." She complains to no one in particular. Before begining to work on the rest of her body, which goes by surprisingly fast when you have the wing brushing to compare it too. Feathers are tough to clean.
[21:49:51] <Flaurentine> What a nap. Being asked to be left alone results in… this? Well, sparing actually wordswordswordsing the poor girl complies only leaving out the name of the place they're in, speaking softly and timidly as usual, before leading up to the point where there was a distress signal… which is skipped over with an "and after a few hours we returned here" to lead to the story's conclusion and a weak attempt at a smile.
[21:51:53] <Joslyn> "We're on Keller's Island, by the way."
[21:52:05] <Caitlin> "And what did we do during those few hours, Flaurentine? Can you remember?"
[21:52:34] * Elsa finishes her bath and goes over to dry herself and pick up her clothes. Assuming they are still there and nothing stupid happened like someone stealing them.
[21:53:05] <Flaurentine> "Oh… S-Sorry. I guess I'm… just sleepy. And we… saved the people who needed it… like Miss Erica said, right?" It's very difficult to resist yawning but she tries her hardest, still wiping her eyes anyway.
[21:54:12] <~Oxford> From the radar room, a few beams of light from the bulb seep under the plank door through the dining room. The lantern in the bedroom flickers a bit, caught by a stray draft.
[21:54:35] <Caitlin> Caitlin looks at Joslyn nervously. Something's still obviously not right. "Well, if you're sure… Please don't feel obligated to keep your troubles to yourself, Flaurentine."
[21:56:49] <Joslyn> "We're here to help. But for now, just get some rest." Joslyn taps her head, then nods.
[21:57:22] <Flaurentine> "Yes Ma'am… Yes Ma'am. I'm… very sorry." With an apologetic nod she rolls back around.
[21:59:20] <~Oxford> The bedroom is silent for quite some time. It is broken only when Elsa returns, door creaking as it opens.
[22:00:17] * Joslyn is sleeping soundly, though her covers seem a lot more metal-covered and stainless than Elsa remembers seeing.
[22:01:08] <Caitlin> By then, Caitlin's probably asleep in her top bunk, clutching onto a notebook unconsciously.
[22:02:49] * Elsa chanhes into her modified pajamas and falls asleep in whatever bed is available.
[22:03:38] <Joslyn> That would be the bottom bunk underneath Flauri. Dealwithit.
[22:04:15] <Flaurentine> Dealing peacefully.
[22:04:28] <~Oxford> …
[22:05:05] <&Flaurentine> 2d6 tell you what I'll just roll a magic change and we'll decide what to do with it afterward (sup 26)
[22:05:07] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, tell you what I'll just roll a magic change and we'll decide what to do with it afterward (sup 26): 9 [2d6=4,5]
[22:07:33] <~Oxford> The sun rises late on the west slope of the mountain, and by the time the first of the girls begins to stir, the sounds of the lieutenant moving around in the dining room can be heard. A kettle comes to a boil, and something sizzles succulently on the stove.
[22:14:57] <~Oxford> Oxford> The sun rises late on the west slope of the mountain, and by the time the first of the girls begins to stir, the sounds of the lieutenant moving around in the dining room can be heard. A kettle comes to a boil, and something sizzles succulently on the stove.
[22:15:36] <Joslyn> "hnng…" Joslyn yawns as her eyes flutter open.
[22:17:28] <Joslyn> She really doesn't want to wake up…but it's too late for that now. Too bad the scent of food makes her want to dry heave.
[22:19:08] * Elsa wakes up slowly her wings' feathers are in complete dissaray. Looks like she turns around a bit too much at night.
[22:20:54] <Caitlin> Caitlin moves to get out of bed and almost drops straight from the top bunk to the floor. Woops, that'll take some getting used to. Hoping nobody noticed her blunder, she crawls down from the bunk the normal way.
[22:22:15] <&Flaurentine> 2d6+3 also hey how worthless am I if I try to start by warping out of bed?
[22:22:16] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, also hey how worthless am I if I try to start by warping out of bed?: 10 [2d6=2,5]
[22:22:28] <&Flaurentine> that's total freedom to wake up on the floor right
[22:22:41] <@Oxford> Reasonably worthless, actually. But sure, wake up on the floor.
[22:22:55] <Joslyn> "D'you girls mind if I take ten to wash up?"
[22:23:48] * Flaurentine wakes up slowly without a yawn, only a stretch… uncovered by blankets on the other side of the room. Considering she was just in her bed a few seconds ago, from even herself there're weird looks.
[22:24:50] <~Oxford> From the kitchen, Erica is humming some popular song about the usual themes. Even without the lyrics, the melody is easy to recognize.
[22:25:17] * Elsa is atoo out of it, enjoying the confortable bed. He face rubs agains tthe pillow.
[22:25:49] <Caitlin> "Go ahead, Joslyn." A very brief, strange look to Flaurentine. She must've ACTUALLY fallen out. That's embarrassing and she doesn't look hurt, so Caitlin pretends she didn't see. "Good morning."
[22:27:44] <Joslyn> With a nod, Joslyn heads up towards the springs alone. Anyone hoping for her lezzing out in the water will be sorely disappointed.
[22:27:59] <Caitlin> Only reason is because she's alone.
[22:28:00] <~Oxford> A quick peek into the bedroom. "Mornin', sleepyheads! Coffee's almost up; get it while it's hot."
[22:28:16] <Flaurentine> MUCH better than waking up stuck in a wall, but she's still just as timid as ever about it. "Ah… g-good morning, everyone." Embarrassed, the blush just makes itself redder.
[22:31:16] * Elsa yawns loudly as she wakes up, she really doesn't like getting off her bed, wherever that may be
[22:32:22] * Joslyn takes her time in the springs once she arrives. Chances are it'll be the last time she'll be able to enjoy a lengthy bath for a while.
[22:32:38] <Caitlin> Elsa was under Flaurentine's bed, apparently. Anyway, Caitlin helps herself to some coffee. "Thank you very much, Miss… Erica." She's pretty sure the last name is Stranahan, but that'd be really embarrassing to get wrong.
[22:33:12] <~Oxford> The table in the dining room is set with a pile of fluffy muffins, eggs-over-easy, and a stack of steaming sausages.
[22:33:42] <Flaurentine> "Thank you… very… much." The fact remains for poor Flauri, waking up in a situation like this is incredibly awkward and there's only one way to make it less awkward. Curiously she doesn't even make an attempt to check her clothing for the usual flipbook that Elsa fortified, but still prepares a change of clothing as well while shuffling about. "Ah… I-I won't bother anyone this morning." Did she even see her comrade leave? The blush on her face says that's less than likely.
[22:34:06] <~Oxford> Erica grins as she pours. She's already changed into her uniform, or else is still wearing the one from the night before.
[22:35:24] * Elsa sits on the chair sleepily and begins munching on whatever food she can get her hands on. In this case she begins chomping down on some delicious sausages
[22:36:00] <Joslyn> After a while, Joslyn comes back, muttering something under her breath. She seems a bit flushed.
[22:37:16] <Flaurentine> Starts to. A certain timid someone didn't even pull her hair up on the trek up, eager to just be left alone, meaning they PROBABLY end up bumping into each other… not literally of course.
[22:37:19] <~Oxford> Stranahan turns from the stove to add warm slices of steaming cornbread to the table, along with a jar of golden honey and a small tub of butter.
[22:38:45] <Joslyn> "Thanks…" Joslyn takes a cup of coffee and a muffin…before discarding the latter after one bite.
[22:38:51] * Elsa sleepily switches to comping on the muffin, the girl still hasn't changed into her uniform.
[22:39:51] * Flaurentine is strangely comfortable with being totally ignored, being able to just soak alone. That's exactly what happens.
[22:40:24] <Joslyn> Solo soaking is beat soaking. They all know this to be true.
[22:40:36] <~Oxford> Erica doesn't see, having already turned back to the stove. A bubbling bowl of brownish oatmeal receives a hearty scoop of raisins and a dollop of brown sugar before being set on the table. She looks around to see whether she's forgotten anything.
[22:41:23] <Joslyn> Whether or not she has, Joslyn is back in her bed, her cup of coffee barely half finished.
[22:41:25] <Flaurentine> It's actually not. Small children who say they want to be alone always secretly want to be comforted.
[22:41:28] <Caitlin> Caitlin gets to eating. Pretty hungry, actually! …But why isn't Joslyn? Sigh. Everybody's acting strange. "Aren't you hungry, Joslyn?"
22:42:49] <Joslyn> "I should be…but I'm not. And the coffee and muffin tasted…well, like ashes. I dunno, but I couldn't stomach any more."
[22:43:23] <Elsa> "What are you talking about?" Elsa says while muncing on another sausage. "Its all delicious."
[22:43:26] * Joslyn shrugs as if to say "it's magic; who knows what's going on?" but that's all.
[22:44:26] <Caitlin> "That's no good, you have to eat to keep your strength up… Maybe you caught something? Do you feel strange in any other ways?"
[22:44:57] <Joslyn> "Dunno. Just that I'm not hungry or thirsty in the slightest."
[22:45:47] <Joslyn> "…okay, maybe a little hungry. But not for anything there."
[22:46:23] <Caitlin> "Well, what ARE you hungry for? Maybe there's something you could eat in town?" More like in village.
[22:47:05] <Joslyn> "If I had any idea I'd tell you. But…I just can't be with all that. I wanna gag just thinking about it."
[22:47:22] <Joslyn> "…No offense to Lieutenant Stranahan though."
[22:47:28] <~Oxford> "Is something wrong with the food?" Erica asks, sounding concerned and only a little hurt. "I could fix you something else…"
[22:47:56] <Joslyn> "If I had to guess it's probably more me than you."
[22:48:01] <Flaurentine> Mid-conversation, a POMF. … Somewhere.
[22:48:45] <Flaurentine> Or rather, the little girl on top of her bed in a new set of clothing holding her old ones tries to decide what she's going to do on it. And her answer is get off of it.
[22:49:14] <Caitlin> Caitlin hurries to eat more food to show that it's fine to Erica, but swallows before she speaks. Talking with your mouth full is rude. "No, not at all! We enjoy your cooking, something's going on with Joslyn, though."
[22:49:26] <~Oxford> The bed creaks in protest, slightly disappointed.
[22:50:14] <Joslyn> "Probably. Your stew last night was good. And I doubt that you'd be that good at just one thing and terrible at everything else. Maybe it is something with me."
[22:50:23] * Elsa gladly eats a whole bunch of more food, she is hugry despite everything, despite even having eaten the night before
[22:50:46] <Flaurentine> Her hair's wet though, that's unavoidable. And maybe that's why she gets off so quickly, who knows— at least she's glad to have not gotten stuck INSIDE it. The timid steps into the room where everybody else is active are… well, timid to say the least, and especially apologetic. "I'm sorry… a-am I intruding?"
[22:50:58] <~Oxford> "Mm. I do try; guys like a girl who can cook." Erica winks and spoons more onto Elsa's plate.
[22:51:22] <Joslyn> "Quite the opposite in fact."
[22:51:35] <Joslyn> That was to Flauri, not Erica
[22:53:38] <Flaurentine> "O… Okay! Good.. Good morning, then." Her hand raises halfway in the air with a glance at Erica and then pauses as she herself looks at it, unsure as to what it was about to do. Then after a nod a seat fills itself with loli.
[22:53:52] <~Oxford> "So, did you four have anything planned for today?" Stranahan's question appears to be a general one, not directed at anyone in particular.
[22:54:33] <Joslyn> "Barring a novgaardi raid, my day's pretty open."
[22:54:34] <Elsa> "I want to see if I can make the guns better
[22:55:35] <Caitlin> Caitlin shakes her head, "I haven't arranged any plans in my schedule for today yet, no."
[22:55:52] <Flaurentine> "Ah… N-Not particularly." Chomp… provided there's anything still left. Actually, it's more like nibble.
[22:56:10] <~Oxford> "Hmmm…" The lieutenant strokes her chin. "Well, there's an old thirty-seven out in the shed. Ostensibly it's for defense, but…" She shrugs.
[22:57:46] <Joslyn> "Target practice?"
[22:58:25] <~Oxford> "Could at least make sure it's working, just in case. Any of you know your way around a toolbox?"
[22:58:51] <Joslyn> "I can probably BS my way though it."
[23:01:51] <Joslyn> "Hey Caitlin, you wanna see if you can give me a hand with this?"
[23:02:32] <Caitlin> "I haven't read much on the subject, but I can try."
[23:03:27] <Flaurentine> "It… Sounds dangerous. I-I hope you can be careful." The nibbling's a little more fast-paced now. That timid whisper? Gone.
[23:05:05] <Oxford> "It's pretty easy once you get the casing open…" begins Lt. Stranahan begins as she leads them out to the back of the cottage. As the sun rises over the crest of the mountain, the preparations for the defense of Keller's Isle have begun.
[23:05:15] <Oxford> /session
[19:26:33] <~Oxford> It is just past noon; the sun shines down on Keller's Isle like the eye of god. The girls have been scattered across the island on various errands; Joslyn finds herself just returning to the cottage from a trip into town for a few resistors.
[19:28:22] <Joslyn> Resistors, huh? These things look like they couldn't hold a drop of electricity, let alone however much red-green-brown was. But it was something for Lt. Stranahan, so she obliged. "Hey, I'm back."
[19:30:13] <Joslyn> She still hasn't eaten a crumb today.
[19:32:37] <~Oxford> Erica looks up from the radar station, plucking one side of the headset away from her ear. "Oh, perfect!" She leans back in her chair to grab the components before returning to the circuit-board she's been working on. The soldering iron in her hand hisses and smokes as she works. "There's bread and corned beef in the pantry, if you're hungry."
[19:34:06] <Joslyn> "Can't say I am, sorry." Joslyn takes a peek at the circuit board - metal involved means she might be able to do something. "What's this go to?"
[19:37:01] <~Oxford> "Ah, this is part of the receiver core on radar #2. See, the input from the dish goes in here…" She rapidly traces through the circuit, pointing out where the resistor she's replacing will go.
[19:37:25] <@Joslyn> 2d6+8 magic/sorcery for sustenance (magic diet temp, in case you forgot)
[19:37:26] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, magic/sorcery for sustenance (magic diet temp, in case you forgot): 14 [2d6=1,5]
[19:38:17] <Joslyn> "Okay. Anything I can do to help? I *am* good with metals and stuff…"
[19:40:59] <Joslyn> "And even without the pendant I can do a little bit of manipulation."
[19:41:37] <~Oxford> "Ooh, well…" Erica strokes her chin and then nods. "If you could get this reinstalled, it'd save me from leaving the station for a bit. You just need to reconnect it to the main feed and get the casing back on. Think you can handle that?"
[19:42:24] <Joslyn> "I'm pretty sure I can. Does it just snap in to place or do I have to use that?" a point to the soldering iron.
[19:44:44] <~Oxford> "Oh, shouldn't need this thing. There's a pair of screw-drivers on the countertop; you'll need the small one for the connectors and the big one for the casing, but other than that it's pretty straightforward."
[19:48:22] <Joslyn> "Okay then. Be back in a bit." carefully picking up the circuit board, Joslyn heads over to the array, screwdrivers in her pocket.
[19:49:53] <Joslyn> Unless some unexpected situation pops up, the casing and circuits are quickly replaced.
[19:51:22] <~Oxford> The lieutenant waves as she leaves, eyes already back on the display. Outside, it's a short walk up the mountain to the number 2 radar. The repairs are as straightforward as Stranahan indicated; maybe the average high school girl would have trouble, but Joslyn fixes it up with ease.
[19:53:00] <Joslyn> On the way down, Joslyn stops. Something…doesn't feel right. She can't tell if it's her, or the way the breeze is going, or what. But all is not right with the world. Is anyone around?
[19:55:50] <~Oxford> From the faint baa-ing, there may well be a small group of sheep around the bend, but from where she stands the mountain looks tranquil and deserted. What an odd feeling, though.
[19:57:39] <Joslyn> Sheep are good at not telling secrets. Well then, going on a pure hunch, Joslyn closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on her metal-infused transformation. How hard can it be, really?
[20:03:00] <~Oxford> Without a pendant? She wouldn't expect it to be that different, but her initial efforts yield no success. Working the odd bit of sorcery is one thing, but assuming - what had Westfield called it? 'A combat form suitable for defensive operations' - was something else entirely.
[20:04:29] <Joslyn> Yeah. Speaking of, the Major probably ought to know about this. With a sigh, she heads back to the cottage. "Hey Erica, is there any way I could contact someone at St. Cheswick from here?"
[20:07:16] <~Oxford> "You mean like, the Major?" Erica raises an eyebrow and grins knowingly. "Yeah, there's a telephone in here. Though…is it anything I can help you with?"
[20:08:28] <Joslyn> "Doubt it. I'm…" she sighs. "I just think he needs to know about Elsa - if she can transform without needing a focus pendant, that changes the game entirely."
[20:09:47] <Joslyn> "I almost wish she could teach me how to do it - and I can't, at least not yet. I tried."
[20:09:56] <~Oxford> Erica goes white in the face. "She can /what/?"
[20:10:44] <Joslyn> "Yeah. That was about my reaction at first. But she left her focus pendant behind when we took off."
[20:12:59] <~Oxford> "Good lord," Erica whispers, letting the headset slip from her ears to rest around her neck. "Whatever you do, do NOT tell the Major."
[20:13:28] <Joslyn> "Why not? if such an ability could be mass-deployed…and our magic units didn't have to worry about the overheating the pendants induce…well, like I said before - it's a game changer."
[20:20:22] <~Oxford> "Overheating the pendants…christ, they really haven't told you anything, have they?" Stranahan's face is blank and expressionless. Her hands clench and unclench around the hem of her uniform, as though squeezing a stress-ball.
[20:21:01] <Joslyn> "…Tell me. Everything you know…please. I…I need to know what they're hiding…"
[20:21:36] * Joslyn seems deathly serious all of a sudden.
[20:24:20] <~Oxford> "I don't… you should sit down." The lieutenant, for her part, slumps into a stool, and seems to regain some of her composure. "To be fair, things may have changed since when I was in the programme. They said they were improving by the week, back then…"
[20:25:45] <Joslyn> "They don't keep telling us stuff like that, for what it's worth. They acknowledge that it isn't perfect, but it's the best they have. Supposedly they'd be working on a mk. III but…" Joslyn sits down.
[20:27:53] <Joslyn> "If there's anything we ought to know…something they wouldn't tell us…"
[20:29:45] <~Oxford> "Well, I don't know what impression you've got, but the mk.I caps didn't cause mutations. Everything we were told made it sound like they counter-acted it, made it less dangerous. Mind you, it was still plenty dangerous." The woman shivers a little, remembering.
[20:31:33] <Joslyn> "All that Westfield said about the mk. I was that the mk. II was 'harmless in comparison'…"
[20:32:12] <Joslyn> "And this was after a rash of…strange magical outbursts. On all our parts."
[20:34:28] <~Oxford> "Well, all four of you made it out of that last fight in one piece, so… yeah, I'd say they're a step forward. Your friend with the wings, Elsa - how many sorties did it take her to pick that up?"
[20:36:01] <Joslyn> "…" Joslyn thinks a bit. "I…don't actually think it happened during a mission. The last official sortie we had before coming here was Bougnetsport, with the Frog in the fancy jet."
[20:37:39] <Joslyn> "Hang on…I might know. Elsa has a pending court martial for attacking Major Westfield, and he said her magic was somewhat responsible."
[20:38:16] * Joslyn sighs. "If I had to guess, I'd say she went a bit out of control with her powers and that was probably when it happened."
[20:40:31] <~Oxford> If Lt. Stranahan was aghast before, now she's simply incredulous. "She ATTACKED the Major? And she wasn't…well, y'know…" She draws an index finger across her throat while making a slicing noise.
[20:42:10] <Joslyn> "All I know is the very limited details he gave us. Made it seem like she wasn't in control of her actions. But still, we've had…five or six sorties? And the only other real strange occurrence was Caitlin getting a case of word salad."
[20:46:20] <~Oxford> "Back in my day, attacking an officer isn't something you'd live to get court-martialled for. And only a few major problems in six sorties…" She shakes her head.
[20:48:05] <Joslyn> "I see where you're coming from. And if her magic was the obvious cause behind her actions…that may be why she's awaiting trial and not pall-bearers."
[20:50:55] <~Oxford> "Even then…" Erica rests her chin on her fist, deep in thought. "To be fair, that sort of thing is probably at the handl-er, the commanding officer's discretion. And if a softy like Lucas is your CO, I can see why she got off easy."
[20:51:49] <Joslyn> "I'm glad she did. But I think we've gone off on enough of a tangent. What's the deal with the pendants?"
[20:52:04] <Joslyn> "More specifically, what aren't they telling us?"
[20:53:47] <~Oxford> "Right, right. The point I was getting to is that they really do /prevent/ those incidents, not cause them. But as to why you mustn't tell the Major…"
[20:56:02] <~Oxford> "Think about it from the point of view of the brass. You're turning girls into living weapons and setting them loose on the enemy. They're practically unstoppable, from a military standpoint. What do you think you fear most?"
[20:56:56] <Joslyn> "…them turning on you. They tell us these so that we'll be afraid to use our magic against Albea…right?"
[21:00:01] <~Oxford> "I don't think its a matter of what they've told you or not. But yes, their biggest fear is that you'll be turned against them - either going rogue, or defecting to the other side."
[21:01:15] <Joslyn> "You'd think that unless an entire squad defects, that anyone who does go rogue would get taken out in short order…but yeah, it's not a pleasant thought."
[21:03:19] <Joslyn> "I'm still not sure why this has to be kept secret though. I mean, he made damn sure none of us would ever switch sides before allowing anything, and while I get that the pendants help prevent these…mutations, I'm not sure she would willingly go back to being chained like that."
[21:06:23] <Joslyn> "…hang on a minute…"
[21:07:08] <~Oxford> "The pendants are the one way they can control you - nobody can fight without one, and they keep them under lock and key. They must - and this is just a rumor, I'll grant - but they must have some way to deactivate them, if they think you've turned. So they can keep everyone in line."
[21:08:30] <Joslyn> "So if someone can use magic without one…you'd need to make absolutely sure that they stay on your side." The gears are turning in Joslyn's mind.
[21:10:08] <~Oxford> "Well, no. These people aren't what you'd call 'trusting'. My guess is, they wouldn't think twice before sending in every other girl they've got to take her out."
[21:10:17] <Joslyn> "We may have to make it known that she doesn't need a pendant to use her powers. If we spring it at the proper time…it'll either get the court martial against her dismissed in a heartbeat…or a bullet through her head." Joslyn gulps as she takes the thing to its *other* logical conclusion.
[21:12:10] <Joslyn> "…that option is on the table…but if she is taken out, not only would it be a terribly pyhrric victory, but any sense of troop morale would be dead."
[21:12:52] <Joslyn> "If she were to die in battle, I'd be surprised if she takes less than 20 others down with her."
[21:14:16] <~Oxford> Erica chuckles dryly. "She's really that good? I know this flight has a reputation, but…"
[21:14:53] <Joslyn> "Let's just say she has a thing for leading off with a massive explosion and going from there."
[21:16:16] <Joslyn> "Hang on…we have reputation? What are they saying?" Joslyn's eyes light up a little.
[21:17:55] <~Oxford> "I'm sure they'd get some line about her being a Nov spy, having to stop her before she defects… Reputation? Well, maybe that's not the right term for it. More like a…" She thinks for a moment.
[21:18:29] <Joslyn> "Fan club? Cult following? Licensed merchandise line?"
[21:20:13] <Joslyn> The last one caused Joslyn to double take for a split second.
[21:20:53] <~Oxford> "Well, last time I was at HQ I overheard a colonel telling the brigadier that, quote, those cheswhick girls do bloody good work. So at least someone up there loves you."
[21:21:19] <~Oxford> "I know you probably don't get to hear it much, but from brass, that's high praise."
[21:21:58] <Joslyn> "I bet. Thanks…and I'll see what I can do about Elsa."
[21:23:11] <Joslyn> "…you mentioned how you couldn't really examine the mk. II without 'taking it for a spin'…"
[21:23:32] <~Oxford> She nods, finally regaining a faint smile. "Please do, but remember you didn't hear it from me. And that stuff about deactivating is purely speculation, understand?"
[21:24:00] <Joslyn> "Didn't hear what from you?" Joslyn cocks her head, looking innocent and confused.
[21:25:21] <~Oxford> "Attagirl." Erica nods. "But yeah, you can't really get a feel for it until you've used it, I suppose.
[21:25:22] <~Oxford> "
[21:26:45] <Joslyn> "…I do have to ask one question, but it's a silly one so please don't laugh…"
[21:27:36] <~Oxford> She shrugs. "Shoot."
[21:28:26] <Joslyn> "You weren't born a man and turned into a woman because of magic, right?" wait why the bloody hell did she even ask that? She feels like an idiot.
[21:29:29] <Joslyn> "…you know what? That was really stupid. Forget I even asked."
[21:31:29] <~Oxford> Erica starts to open her mouth to answer, raising one hand for empathsis. Before she can speak, she thinks better of it, closes her mouth, and puts her headset back on. She shakes her head while walking back to her seat in the radar room.
[21:32:34] <Joslyn> "Right." Joslyn just sits down in her bunk. Time to write some more. She needs a better callsign for Flauri, anyway…
[21:33:29] <~Oxford> /minisession
[19:20:45] <~Oxford> Keller's Isle, in the late afternoon. The sun is low on the horizon as Lt. Stranahan shoos the girls out of her cottage. Elsa is inside, trying to sleep off some sort of sudden fatigue, and the fussy lieutenant has demanded they keep out until she calls them for dinner to avoid disturbing the girl.
[19:22:14] <Joslyn> Sudden fatigue? More like taking a coward's way out of a rather heated argument Joslyn was having with her. And winning.
[19:23:22] <Joslyn> "Gaah! I swear to all that's holy, why can she not just shut up and listen to reason!?!" Yeah. She's still a bit riled up, pulling her hair out of the ponytail with a silver ribbon that quickly vanishes.
[19:23:31] <Caitlin> If Flaurentine's not around, Caitlin's going to go looking for her with a notebook and pen in hand. Clearly, she's got some kind of plan in mind. Oh, and Joslyn can come if she likes, too.
[19:24:46] <~Oxford> The littlest girl can't be far - the island isn't that big, and the cottage offers a commanding view. Where could she have wandered off to?
[19:25:30] * Joslyn takes several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She's supposed to be in charge, after all. And Flauri doesn't have a pendant so there's only so much she could have done.
[19:26:11] <Flaurentine> She doesn't have far to look, as the token timid girl makes her way back. Probably long after her own relaxing soak, though all that was really there to soak was her general nervousness. So, suffice it to say she felt it necessary enough to make a long walk instead of porting back, and the first thing to catch her attention is an even more worrying one. "Ah… um, please calm down. Wh.. What happened?"
[19:27:39] <Joslyn> "Oh, hello…Not much happened, but Lieutenant Stranahan wants us to stay out here until dinner."
[19:27:54] <Caitlin> "Don't concern yourself with it. Elsa simply needs some personal time, but…" Caitlin appears excited about something, "I thought we could play something of a game. Are you interested?"
[19:28:16] <Joslyn> "A game?"
[19:28:24] <Caitlin> "A game."
[19:28:44] <Flaurentine> "A… game?" Her head tilts as if to add to Joslyn's inquiry, even though she's asking the exact same thing.
[19:29:11] <Flaurentine> "If… If it's about earlier, I genuinely apologize. I-I didn't mean to worry anybody…"
[19:29:56] <Joslyn> "No, it wasn't about you. You're okay." Joslyn smiles at Flauri before turning to Kate. "So how does one play this game?"
[19:30:48] <Caitlin> "Precisely!" Caitlin thrusts forward the notebook, "It has nothing to do with earlier," okay, so that's not entirely true in terms of the game; hopefully this will get Flauri's mind off of earlier, but Caitlin really did like the idea of the game anyway. "The rules are simple. The game is writing a story. You write something down and pass it to the next person, then they add whatever
[19:30:48] <Caitlin> they want to."
[19:31:36] <Joslyn> "…huh." suddenly this doesn't sound much like a game anymore.
[19:31:56] <Flaurentine> "Oh! That sounds fun! But…" Flauri's expression droops as her blush gets even redder than usual. "I'm… afraid I'm not a very talented writer, I'm not sure… if I could provide much…"
[19:33:58] <Joslyn> "Don't worry about it! I'm terrible at writing too."
[19:34:36] * Flauri tries to straighten her position to be a more confident-looking one, and nods. It doesn't work out very well for her but the amount of effort she's putting in is evident.
[19:34:48] <Caitlin> The bookworm briefly frowns, "If you don't want to play, it's not like you're obligated to do so." Afterwards, she nods to Flaurentine, "That has nothing to do with it! It'll make you better if you play, but you don't have to be good just to participate."
[19:36:22] <Joslyn> "Okay…I guess I'll listen in on Erica then." Joslyn ducks in just long enough to grab a radio set and tunes in to the EW band.
[19:37:19] <Flauri> Another nod. Flauri whips out her flipbook that's apparently still adorned with flames and flips through quickly with a slightly quizzical expression, before closing it back. "Um… if you wouldn't be disappointed or anything, I guess it couldn't hurt…" Nervously she's glancing around as if expecting something sudden to happen.
[19:38:49] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods gravely, "I give you my word that I won't be disappointed." She flips her own notebook open, "Would you like to start or shall I do the honors?"
[19:39:45] <Flauri> "I… I'll wait, if you wouldn't mind…" Even though she tries to hide it it's painfully obvious that she's scribbling something down already anyway. Maybe to avoid getting behind?
[19:40:36] <~Oxford> Joslyn finds the band abuzz with the sounds of an attack in a neighboring sector. An unfamiliar radar operator can be heard giving instructions to what sounds like several squadrons of conventional fighters. Their voices are garbled, but the stress is easy to detect.
[19:41:43] <Joslyn> It kinda sucks, but there really isn't anything she can do for them. Nothing except listen and pray, anyhow.
[19:42:54] <Caitlin> Caitlin starts it off fairy-tale style, A long time ago, in a country far, far away lived a Princess named Flaurentine. She was known for being quiet but pure in heart and did her best to help her people. She hands it over to the real Flaurentine.
[19:47:53] * Flauri leaps up with a mild 'eep!' after reading it, then gets so red it's painful. Unaware of how this stuff even works the little girl turns to the side with a "B-But I'm not a…" before realizing that's probably what's supposed to happen and then getting even redder. Slowly and as timidly as ever she starts scribbling on her own. In her castle, the King and Queen were always away, and the Princess never knew what the royal advisors were talking about so she tried to keep to herself and not bother anybody while she spent her time alone on the balcony, watching the clouds. Everybody in the kingdom knew how shy the Princess was and tried to do something to help, but without the King around they didn't know how! So they…
[19:51:04] * Joslyn taps her fingers on the radio pack, trying to envision the scene in the dogfight.
[19:51:19] <~Oxford> Joslyn hears another Albaean pilot go down, his wingmates pleading for him to bail out. The raid to the north seems to have pushed through the intercept and continued on to its targets in Welham.
[19:52:47] <Joslyn> "damn…hey Erica, do we have anyone near Welham that can bail us out?" it takes Joslyn a little time to find the right channel to ask it on, but she does so.
[19:53:46] <Joslyn> (basically an otherwise-empty channel)
[19:56:57] <~Oxford> If Stranahan is surprised to hear Joslyn on the line, her voice doesn't show it. "Negative, Iron Maiden. The flight from that sector already flew two intercepts today; they're tapped out. Air Force has it from here."
[19:57:17] <Caitlin> Caitlin picks up where Flauri left off. …All banded together to try to figure out what they could do for her, but all they succeeded in doing was upsetting the kind-hearted Princess who felt guilty for making people worry. They all knew it wasn't her fault, but how could they show that to her? They decided that they should stop pushing the matter.
[19:57:34] <Caitlin> After all, Princess Flaurentine had to deal with all sorts of problems people outside of her situation couldn't understand! Still, all the citizens watched out for any opportunity to help her out, and soon enough, a chance came when… Caitlin passes it back.
[19:58:12] <Joslyn> "Seems like they're getting their asses handed to them…if I didn't know we could get hit here at any moment, I'd ask Flauri to send us over…"
[20:00:24] <~Oxford> "It's like this every day, Maiden." Erica's voice carries a touch of resignation. "You can't save'em all."
[20:00:53] <Joslyn> "I know. Doesn't make it any easier…"
[20:01:28] <Flauri> A small shake. But Flaurentine's facial expression becomes only far more determined as she goes back to scribbling. … When a group of adventurers got lost and found themselves in the kingdom, but they had strange powers and everybody thought they were witches. So the people hid inside their houses and told them to leave, but the Princess herself sent for guards to escort them inside the castle late at night when nobody else could see them. Even though the King and Queen were gone, the Princess knew she couldn't hide from people forever, and thought she'd help the three adventurers as best as she could when nobody else wanted to. When she asked, they told her that they needed… Trying hard to stifle a sniffle, Flauri passes the sheet back and turns her head to the side, too embarrassed to even acknowledge being looked at.
[20:07:43] <Caitlin> Caitlin's face is one of peaceful concentration, …The help of someone like them. They claimed that someone was her. Certainly, though, the Princess, a shy figure held apart from much of the world couldn't help anyone, let alone ones with unusual abilities? That's what Princess Flaurentine thought, but the trio insisted otherwise; there was something special within her.
[20:07:59] <Caitlin> With her new friends' help, Flaurentine learned that she could control those strange powers just like them. Despite her claims that she couldn't do it or learned slowly, they were all surprised by her knack for it. With her newfound abilities, Princess Flaurentine took on the two challenges of defending her people and helping these new friends against a strange, warlike people. But amidst
[20:07:59] <Caitlin> the excitement created by the new powers she discovered and new friends she made, the Princess couldn't help but feel…
[20:09:04] <Flauri> … Alone. Flaurentine lowers her head and stares at the paper with a still hand for a long time.
[20:10:02] <~Oxford> The lieutenant hears another call coming in, and starts to switch channels. "Hey Maiden, want me to patch you through anything to pass the time? Music, new channel, something like that?"
[20:10:50] <Joslyn> "Got a channel where we're actually winning?" Joslyn mutters with a dry chuckle.
[20:11:52] <Joslyn> "…now that you mention it…Is anyone from Dumhirst airborne right now?"
[20:12:34] <Caitlin> Caitlin adopts a small, sad smile, "Would you like to keep playing, Flauri? It's alright if you've had enough for today." Miss Flaurentine? No, not right now.
[20:12:34] <Flauri> The fact that the paper in Flauri's hand is slightly wet might have something to do with why she isn't writing in it anymore.
[20:12:46] <Joslyn> (whatever flight Paige and Madison are from)
[20:13:51] <Flauri> "I…" The pencil is lifted as she attempts to put something after that last word, but staring at the horror of mediocre penmanship she wrote on the page causes it to stare straight back into her soul. Alone. Alone. She doesn't even know why she wrote it or how it got there, as evident by the terror that's on her face moreso than anything else. "I'm… sorry… I didn't mean for it to end up so…"
[20:15:37] <~Oxford> "Hmm… it's a bit out of our range, but lemme see…" The radio whines as she shifts channels on her end, scrolling past several other voices to find the one Joslyn requested. After a few moments, the static clears, but there's no voice on the other end.
[20:16:52] <Caitlin> Caitlin leans in to give Flaurentine a tight, protective hug, "Don't worry about it, sometimes stories just go that way. Trust me, I've ready plenty. Besides, it's about Princess Flaurentine. She's a lot like you, but you don't have to feel alone like her, and the fact is that she doesn't need to feel that way anyway. After all, both of you have friends who support and care for you."
[20:16:52] <Caitlin> Caitlin might be a little bit teary, but it doesn't touch her voice and there's nothing running down her face.
[20:17:57] <Joslyn> "hmm…Durnhurst Flight, this is Radar Station Echo Whiskey out of Keller Island, please acknowledge."
[20:18:34] <Caitlin> "As long as you're willing to open up, you'll never be alone."
[20:18:56] <Flauri> With a loud gasp, Flauri instinctively scrambles back from the hug, staring back with eyes that are only terrified for a second before they clear up. "Ah! I… I'm sorry, I…"
[20:20:04] <~Oxford> "Hel…*yawn*…hello?" From the other end, the faint voice of a girl Joslyn's age can be heard.
[20:20:06] * Flauri settles for looking back and nodding, even though there is something running down her own face. The moving away was definitely an instinctive reaction as her own expression is somewhat clueless. "But, I… I just want to help."
[20:20:24] <Caitlin> Caitlin cuts her off with a nod, "You can apologize if you like, but I don't expect you to. Do you know why?"
[20:20:40] <Joslyn> "Hey…sorry if I interrupted your nap…how're things going out there?"
[20:21:05] <Flauri> "Because we're… allies?"
[20:22:59] <~Oxford> "Who ahh, who is this? Er, I mean, Steamgirl, identify, over."
[20:23:41] <Caitlin> "We'll play another game. It's a word game; if you can guess the right word, then you win. Here's your hint; it's not allies, but it's kind of close in meaning and starts with F."
[20:24:10] <Joslyn> "This is Warrant Officer Parnocus, Callsign Iron Maiden. You doing okay Madison?"
[20:24:22] <Flauri> "But… But I don't want to fight!" A pause. "… Oh."
[20:24:43] <Caitlin> "No, we're not fights. Let's try another guess."
[20:25:38] <Flauri> Sniffle. She still keeps to her own side. "Um… I'm sure it's not the word you want… but it feels like it…" Shuffle shuffle.
[20:26:18] <~Oxford> "Oh! Er, copy that, Iron Maiden. Quiet day on station, here; how've you been?" One can almost hear the sleep being rubbed from her eyes.
[20:26:41] <Caitlin> "Go ahead and try it. If it's wrong, we'll keep guessing. You wouldn't want to not take a guess and miss out on the right answer just like that, would you?"
[20:27:23] <Joslyn> "Field trip to the Early Warning station, they say the novs are planning something so we wanna stop them."
[20:27:25] <Flauri> "… But, um… is there a right answer?"
[20:27:57] <Caitlin> "Oh, there might be more than one, but there's definitely one that I'm looking for!"
[20:28:02] <Joslyn> "Is it just the two of you out there?"
[20:28:57] * Flauri scribbles down a single word in her own notepad, then stares at it with a smile.
[20:29:48] <~Oxford> "Huhmm… well, they're always planning something, I guess. Yeah, Pai- er, Blitzsturm is on-station; want me to wake her up?"
[20:30:24] <Caitlin> "May I take a peek at what you've written?"
[20:30:44] <Joslyn> "Nah, it's not a big deal. Sucks what happened over Welham, though…"
[20:31:35] <Flauri> "Ah… uh.." Unless she's brushed against, poor Flauri only blushes harder and doesn't move the page. The single word on there probably isn't what Caitlin's expecting; it's family.
[20:32:00] <~Oxford> "Ah…did we get bombed again?" Madison inquires indifferently. She doesn't seem particularly up-to-date on the airwar.
[20:33:03] <Joslyn> "I don't think so, but our conventional fighters seem like they're getting mowed down…wish we were in range to do something about it…"
[20:34:54] <~Oxford> "Yeah, I guess. You from around there? I came up in Gravnaugh, m'self."
[20:35:16] <Caitlin> Caitlin manages to take a peek without touching Flaurentine. She freezes as her body undergoes a painfully massive HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH. When she speaks, her voice chokes up HARD. After a few attempts, she manages to get out, "Y-yeah… You… win."
[20:36:00] <Joslyn> "Nah, I'm from this little hamlet outside Boughnetsport…"
[20:36:48] <Joslyn> "Anyway, it was good hearing your voice, Steam. By the way, whoever picked out your wingman's callsign ought to find you a new one."
[20:37:14] <Flauri> She turns to the side and flips the book closed with a smile, as the only tears that come out are tears of joy. "Th… Thank you very much for all your help." Standing up she returns her own notepad to a pocket, making sure Caitlin's gets her own (wiped off as well), with a polite nod. "S-Should we… ah… go back inside?"
[20:38:41] <~Oxford> "Heh. Nice talking to you, Irons. Glad there's no hard feelings about last time. Over & out."
[20:39:41] * Joslyn takes off the headset and looks at the other two. "Hey…sorry I've been ignoring you guys…we really ought to be sticking together, right?"
[20:41:05] <Flauri> TOO LATE THEY'RE IN TEARS.
[20:44:49] <Caitlin> Caitlin's started breaking down, but at least it's also of the happier variety. "N-n-nothing! It's nothing! F-family, right?!" Caitlin's version of crying is of a really loud variety. She probably can't compete with Flaurentine in terms of tear volume, but she's putting up a respectable rainstorm of her own.
[20:46:10] <Flauri> "I… I-I'm sorry! If you don't wa-" … And then the interruption comes, provoking little Flauri to just dart her eyes side-to-side in terror. But she can only give an apologetic gesture. "Oh… I… m-my deepest apologies if we were bothering you."
[20:46:51] <~Oxford> The moment is broken up by an urgent chirp from Joslyn's radio. "Cheswhick Flight, go to ready-5. Just got a report of bomber waves coming in from the west. Repeat, go to ready-5."
[20:47:41] <Joslyn> "Not especially. But you're right…we are kind of like a family. But we ought to be taking care of Erica right now."
[20:48:42] * Joslyn slings the radio over her shoulder and hands two pendants out to the other officers. "Looks like it's just the three of us - we need to make sure the radar stays online, okay?"
[20:49:57] <Flauri> "Ah… I… but…" Shaking a bit, Flaurentine takes a deep breath and follows up with a fairly weak salute after taking it. "U-Understood." Her face is red from tears but considering it's always red that's really nothing new.
[20:50:39] <Caitlin> Caitlin just keeps bawling. She tries to tell Flauri that it's not her fault, but she's just not articulating very well right now. The gesture made by Princess Flaurentine definitely has her overwhelmed.
[20:51:53] * Joslyn puts a hand on Caitlin's shoulder. "I know it's sudden…but we need you up there. Both of us." Raising the girl's head, Joslyn stares at her. "Don't think, just do. Okay?"
[20:54:33] <~Oxford> "Cheswhick flight, contact, bearing 255, angels niner. Cleared for takeoff."
[20:55:28] <Caitlin> Caitlin takes a big swallow and wipes off her tears. "Uh huh, we're ready, right Flauri?" Her voice is still a little bit out of control, but she's concentrating.
[20:56:30] * Joslyn smiles as Kate takes the pendant. "This is Cheswick Flight, taking off. Permission to engage at will?"
[20:56:59] <Flauri> "Y… Yes, ma'am." Her hand tries to extend itself to… well, provide a helping hand, but quickly pulls itself back almost instinctively again. So she gives an apologetic gesture again before staring at her pendant almost quizzically and waiting for the others to activate theirs. At least, that seems to be what she's waiting for.
[20:57:14] <~Oxford> "Copy, flight, you are cleared to engage. Good hunting."
[20:57:54] * Joslyn transforms quickly, and you can tell she isn't messing around - that's a very large missile launcher she's holding.
[20:59:00] <Caitlin> Familyfamilyfamilyfamilyfamilyfamily. That's the word that appears in the air repeated over and over again in her usual transformation sequence.
[21:00:31] <Joslyn> "Nine kilometers high, coming in from the southwest. We can't let any of them get away this time!" Joslyn quickly starts ascending, ready for anything.
[21:01:00] * Flauri watches the others and nods, staring at her own pendant. In fact, it takes a decent amount of time, so much so to where she's still on the ground by the time the others make their way into the air.
[21:04:41] <Flauri> With a VWOOP, what claps its way into the air from the ground is definitely Flaurentine. So much so that it's not an unrecognizable crazy redhead with drillhair at all- the only instance of 'drills' is the tiny curl at the bottom of each 'tail, which hasn't seemed to increase or decrease much. Not to mention it's essentially tangering orange instead of bright red, and said curl has a slight hint of mocha streaming from the tips. And 'mocha' is probably the best way to explain the color of the uniform she's wearing which hasn't changed much in appearance since BEFORE she transformed with the exception of being… horizontally reversed, meaning pockets are on different sides than they used to be and the like. And there are little wing ornaments on her back as well. However! The outfit… changes color, just slightly, every few seconds. Little Flauri herself doesn't look excited or hyper so much as her usual timid, flustered self, looking around and struggling to stay airborne while clapping her hands to warp to another location in the sky.
[21:06:00] <Caitlin> Caitlin takes note of the strange costume, but doesn't say anything of it immediately. Instead, she just floats on along with the others.
[21:06:41] * Joslyn takes the lead, hoping to find the bombers well before they're in range to start hitting Erica's shack.
[21:07:28] <~Oxford> "Flight, remember: Capture of an Argus-2 pulse bomb is a mission priority. Don't just splash'em all."
[21:08:14] <Joslyn> "Yes ma'am. We'll see if we can't turn one into a nice lawn ornament for you."
[21:08:45] * Flauri looks a bit confused, barely able to control her warping pattern. "U-Understood." Vwoop, vwoop.
[21:10:29] <@Joslyn> 2d6+6 tally ho?
[21:10:29] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, tally ho?: 17 [2d6=5,6]
[21:10:41] <@Joslyn> Joslyn sees EVERYTHING
[21:10:46] <@Oxford> yeah, you've got a visual.
[21:12:13] <~Oxford> A speck appears on the horizon, almost hidden in the glare of the sun. It quickly seperates into four seperate dots - two sets of two.
[21:13:13] * Oxford changes topic to 'Time to bombing run: 1st Wave - 3 turns.'
[21:13:29] <Joslyn> "Tally ho on the bandits! I count four bogies. We each take one and shoot rock-paper-scissors for the last one?"
[21:14:54] <Caitlin> "If it really matters, you can have the last. I'm not concerned with kill counts and those statistics."
[21:15:33] <Flauri> Bzzt. "T… Take? I… I understand. Please be careful."
[21:15:39] <Joslyn> "I'm less concerned about kill counts and more worried about the island."
[21:17:19] <@Joslyn> 3d6+10 at one pair
[21:17:19] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, at one pair: 22 [3d6=6,3,3]
[21:17:26] <@Joslyn> 1d6
[21:17:26] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 1d6: 5 [1d6=5]
[21:17:35] <@Joslyn> 27 minus penalties.
[21:18:05] <~Oxford> The enemy aircraft come into view. The wave consists of two of the enemie's twin-engined long-range fighters, escorting a pair of their standard medium bombers.
[21:18:17] * Joslyn pulls the release lever on her launcher as two homing missiles sail towards the bombers
[21:19:23] <@Oxford> 2#2d6+5 alright then
[21:19:24] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, alright then: 8 [2d6=2,1], 14 [2d6=4,5]
[21:19:40] <@Joslyn> 1d6+5+4 get destroyed
[21:19:40] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, get destroyed: 15 [1d6=6]
[21:19:40] <@Oxford> penalties would be -2 on both of them, btw. Both hit.
[21:20:33] <@Oxford> er, but this is a no-HAS game
[21:20:41] <Flauri> charming
[21:20:54] <@Joslyn> damn. So only 10 damage to each
[21:22:25] <Joslyn> "Focus on the bombers first - the fighters can't deal nearly as much damage to the radar!"
[21:24:39] <~Oxford> The first explodes a few metres in front of the bomber on the left, sending shrapnel streaming into the nose of the craft. Blood splashes across the cockpit windshield from within, and the engine in the nose coughs to a stop. The second missile bursts just aft of the second bomber, tearing the entire tail section down to bare bracers.
[21:25:45] <@Oxford> 2#2d6+8 Two fighters attack Cait and Flauri, in that order.
[21:25:45] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Two fighters attack Cait and Flauri, in that order.: 16 [2d6=3,5], 15 [2d6=6,1]
[21:25:50] <@Oxford> 1d6
[21:25:50] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 3 [1d6=3]
[21:26:58] <~Oxford> The escort fighters respond quickly, and bear down on the group of girls with their nose-mounted machineguns barking madly.
[21:27:31] <Flauri> 5d6+5 So… How adverse would you be to this being fluffed as each individual bullet being ported inside of the pilot's skull? … Oh wait, that wouldn't work, would it.
[21:27:32] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, So… How adverse would you be to this being fluffed as each individual bullet being ported inside of the pilot's skull? … Oh wait, that wouldn't work, would it.: 23 [5d6=1,6,3,4,4]
[21:27:42] <Flauri> 1d6 AND TO THINK I NEEDED ALL OF THAT
[21:27:43] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, AND TO THINK I NEEDED ALL OF THAT: 1 [1d6=1]
[21:28:35] <@Oxford> But yeah, maybe roll damage first?
[21:28:47] <Flauri> 1d6+8 Hey, that's a good idea
[21:28:48] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, Hey, that's a good idea: 10 [1d6=2]
[21:31:04] <Flauri> "Yes, Ma'am! I'll… aah!" Being showered upon by bullets, the little girl does the first thing she can think of and claps her hands together, warping the space around her. And the bullets' positions get scrambled as she does, some reversing themselves and others just blinking out of the scene entirely. When she opens her eyes that've been clamped shut, Flaurentine would find herself a dozen or possibly even couple dozen feet away from where she just was.
[21:30:29] <Caitlin> 2d6+9 I went defense main, fuck it
[21:30:30] <+DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, I went defense main, fuck it: 13 [2d6=2,2]
[21:31:03] <@Oxford> 1d6 should've invested in 20mm cannons
[21:31:04] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, should've invested in 20mm cannons: 5 [1d6=5]
[21:33:05] <Caitlin> …Ooops. Caitlin tries to dodge by simply evading with some aerial maneuvers, but it really doesn't work out. Machineguns hurt.
[21:33:40] <Joslyn> "Hang in there Bookworm! Take out one of those bombers!"
[21:34:36] <Caitlin> "Owww… Aren't we supposed to be capturing them?"
[21:34:59] <~Oxford> The reversed bullets race after the fighter, shredding its twin tails as the gunner looks on in shock.
[21:35:37] <Flauri> "I… I apologize! I should have paid more attention…" Hey, don't you love that? The not-such-a-victim has twintails too!
[21:35:55] <Joslyn> "the bombers we can be rid of - it's those missiles that we have to save!"
[21:36:45] <Caitlin> 2d6+6 I was gonna OC but I'm feeling a 6
[21:36:45] <+DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, I was gonna OC but I'm feeling a 6: 11 [2d6=2,3]
[21:36:49] <Caitlin> What the fuck
[21:37:20] <@Oxford> 2#2d6+5 rattatatat goes the combat box
[21:37:21] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, rattatatat goes the combat box: 10 [2d6=4,1], 10 [2d6=1,4]
[21:37:30] <@Oxford> oh, actually, you hit.
[21:37:37] <Caitlin> …What the fuck
[21:37:49] <Caitlin> 1d6
[21:37:50] <+DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d6: 6 [1d6=6]
[21:39:22] <Caitlin> Fine, fine. Bomber. Caitlin writes out Machinegun. Naturally, such a weapon appears, suspended in midair. She fumbles with it for a second before unleashing her own torrent of bullets at the nearest bomber.
[21:41:33] <~Oxford> The barrage rips through the bomber on the left, and it bucks to the side as the stream of lead shatters its right propellor. It limps forward on one engine, steadily losing altitude.
[21:41:57] <Joslyn> "There you go! That's one down!"
[21:42:09] * Oxford changes topic to 'Time to bombing run: 1st Wave - 2 turns.'
[21:44:05] <~Oxford> Suddenly, a high-pitched whine fills the air. Far below, almost among the waves, are four pencil-shaped craft. Each one trails billowing smoke as they hurtle forward at incredible speed.
[21:45:52] <Joslyn> "You two go after the pulse bombs! I'll clear out the bombers!" and another few missiles are fired towards the planes.
[21:46:15] <@Joslyn> 3d6+10 both bombers
[21:46:15] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, both bombers: 21 [3d6=3,2,6]
[21:46:22] <@Joslyn> 1d6
[21:46:22] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 1d6: 3 [1d6=3]
[21:46:32] <@Joslyn> 22 for each of them
[21:46:50] <@Oxford> 2#2d6+5 Bad luck, chuck.
[21:46:51] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Bad luck, chuck.: 10 [2d6=3,2], 8 [2d6=2,1]
[21:46:22] <~Oxford> The heavily damaged bomber starts to break formation, ponderously rolling to head back out to sea, towards its base in Novgoraad.
[21:46:48] <Flauri> "U… Understood! They.. I… Ah…" Flauri doesn't belong in combat, look at that nervousness on her face! Still, she claps herself down to come face-to-face with the bombs.
[21:47:27] <@Joslyn> 1d6+4
[21:47:28] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 1d6+4: 5 [1d6=1]
[21:47:54] <@Oxford> One bomber, one fighter?
[21:48:21] <@Joslyn> Yeah. One bomber, wounded fighter I'm deciding.
[21:49:16] <@Oxford> 2d6+8 not like it'll help.
[21:49:17] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, not like it'll help.: 12 [2d6=3,1]
[21:51:03] <Joslyn> And one plane explodes in a plume of shrapnel. Joslyn is glaring at the last fighter, daring it to attack her.
[21:52:12] <~Oxford> The damaged fighter takes a missile dead center as it banks to turn back toward Joslyn. It explodes spectacularly, wings and tail shooting off in seperate directions. The second bomber takes a near miss under the wing, and rocks as the blast shears away its control surfaces.
[21:52:47] <@Oxford> 2d6+8 First though, fighter takes Jos up on the dare.
[21:52:48] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, First though, fighter takes Jos up on the dare.: 13 [2d6=3,2]
[21:53:23] <@Joslyn> 2d6+8 good luck with that.
[21:53:24] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, good luck with that.: 10 [2d6=1,1]
[21:53:39] <@Oxford> 1d6 thanks for the luck
[21:53:39] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, thanks for the luck: 6 [1d6=6]
[21:55:44] <~Oxford> The escort fighter's wingman rolls upside down and dives down toward Joslyn, sending a stream of tracers ricocheting off the girl's armor.
[21:58:45] <Joslyn> …in retrospect, it probably wasn't that good an idea to stand there and tank the shots…but damn if it isn't a little intimidating.
[22:01:21] <Caitlin> 3d6+6 Might as well blow one up
[22:01:21] <+DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, Might as well blow one up: 16 [3d6=1,4,5]
[22:02:20] <@Oxford> 2d6+8 Fly to live
[22:02:20] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Fly to live: 16 [2d6=4,4]
[22:03:19] <Caitlin> 1d6 okay
[22:03:19] <+DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, okay: 4 [1d6=4]
[22:03:23] <Caitlin> quads
[22:03:24] <Caitlin> fuck yeah
[22:03:28] <Caitlin> 1d6 give me another 4
[22:03:29] <+DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, give me another 4: 4 [1d6=4]
[22:03:32] <Caitlin> holy fuck
[22:03:36] <@Oxford> 1d6 Aces high
[22:03:37] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Aces high: 6 [1d6=6]
[22:06:39] <Caitlin> Caitlin dashes in at the fighter; she can't get close enough to write on it, but nearby she writes Self-Destruct in the air, seeking to catch it in a blast. It's really a shame that it dodged, leaving Caitlin to send herself blasting off like Team Rocket. Miraculously, she didn't injure herself.
[22:08:32] <Flauri> "Aah! Oh no… w-what am I supposed to do…" Even though nobody pointed out that she wasn't cutting out anymore, Flauri didn't seem to notice it herself. So practically standing on the water, she takes a deep breath. "So… ah… I'm supposed to… uh…" Whisper, whisper.
[22:13:18] <Joslyn> "If you can teleport the explodey part out, that should be perfect!"
[22:13:07] <Flauri> 4d6+5 here, just add the penalty manually, I'm… we'll say two of them. Fucking up two of them.
[22:13:07] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, here, just add the penalty manually, I'm… we'll say two of them. Fucking up two of them.: 22 [4d6=4,1,6,6]
[22:13:12] <Caitlin> Oh lord
[22:13:15] <Flauri> 2d6 and I'm also heartspawning by the way have fun
[22:13:17] <Caitlin> I'm going to swap modes here
[22:13:17] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, and I'm also heartspawning by the way have fun: 7 [2d6=6,1]
[22:13:21] <Flauri> 1d6 a big one
[22:13:22] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, a big one: 1 [1d6=1]
[22:15:23] <@Oxford> 2#2d6+9
[22:15:28] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 2#2d6+9: 14 [2d6=3,2], 17 [2d6=4,4]
[22:16:02] <Flauri> "I… okay! Then… stay still… watch their movements…" Vwoooooooop. Instead of clapping her hands, the little girl just snaps her fingers as the bombs approach. Using the water as a secondhand contact to reach the bombs and teleport the… 'explodey parts' out will work, right? Well, she might as well try.
[22:23:23] <~Oxford> The move works - almost. 'Explodey parts' may, in retrospect, have been a little vague: a huge spherical chunk disappears off the front of each pulse bomb, sending them into an uncontrollable tumble as their engines continue to fire. The two bombs collide in midair and their fuel tanks ignite, sending a cascade of fire raining down across the waves.
[22:23:58] <Joslyn> "…oops."
[22:24:01] <Flauri> ".. Oops."
[22:24:08] <Caitlin> "…Oops."
[22:24:33] * Oxford changes topic to 'Time to bombing run: 1st Wave - 1 turn. 2nd Wave - 1 turn. Capt. Merovin arrives.'
[22:25:36] <~Oxford> A sharp laugh crackles in across the radio. The accent is thick and unmistakably Gallian. "Good evening, witches!"
[22:26:34] <Joslyn> "I didn't think the frogs started crawling out until after dusk…"
[22:26:36] * Flauri floats a bit above the water, or at least consistently 'ports herself into the air to keep up the appearance of floating. After a disheartened stare she gasps.
[22:28:38] <~Oxford> "Silence, sorceress! You'll burn for the blood you've shed!"
[22:30:27] <Flauri> "I… we apologize, sir! This is what we're… I mean…" Flaurentine promptly shuts up, clapping herself through the air to follow the bombs.
[22:30:42] <Joslyn> "Look, we REALLY don't have time to play with you today. Can you leave us alone? We haven't even done anything against your people."
[22:31:21] <Caitlin> "Please hold your tongue, Mister, if all you have to say is pointless banter."
[22:32:04] <Caitlin> 3d6+9 feels weird man
[22:32:05] <+DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, feels weird man: 17 [3d6=4,3,1]
[22:32:52] <~Oxford> "Haven't done anything? HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING??" The Gallian pilot howls in rage, his tiny craft swooping gracefully into the melee.
[22:33:10] <Joslyn> "Let the frog wax philosophical - we need to be focused on the bombs. Deactivate them if you can, but I'd rather them destroyed then the radar."
[22:35:15] <@Oxford> 2d6+5 alright
[22:35:16] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, alright: 12 [2d6=6,1]
[22:35:30] <@Oxford> 1d6
[22:35:31] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 5 [1d6=5]
[22:35:57] <Caitlin> 1d6 what fun
[22:35:58] <+DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, what fun: 2 [1d6=2]
[22:36:09] <@Oxford> 1d6 Yeah, they do. Life is hard.
[22:36:09] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Yeah, they do. Life is hard.: 6 [1d6=6]
[22:36:32] <@Oxford> 1d6 they don't get bonus damage, lucky for you.
[22:36:33] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, they don't get bonus damage, lucky for you.: 2 [1d6=2]
[22:39:50] <Caitlin> Caitlin accelerates towards the bomber, ready to write something definitely devastating, but is forced back by the defensive machine guns in what may be a dangerous position.
[22:42:00] <Flauri> Clap! Clap! The not-as-timid-as-she-should-be girl raises her altitude and notices poor Caitlin's… well, being used as a target. This isn't acceptable. So, despite a huge amount of reluctance a tiiiiiny brush of her fingernail is enough contact to move Bookworm out of harm's way. Not like there isn't somebody ELSE in harm's way who could easily be an immediate target.
[22:42:44] <Joslyn> And poor joslyn is eating more lead. Thankfully it doesn't hurt her any.
[22:43:52] <Caitlin> "Uh owhoa! That was almost unfortunate, my gratitude Flauri, my apologies Joslyn!"
[22:44:29] <Joslyn> "Don't worry about it. These tiny things aren't even bullets…"
[22:44:47] <Flauri> "I'm… I'm very sorry! … Eep!" Immediately, she pulls her hand back and tries to curtsey but realizes she's in the air. Vwoop!
[22:46:19] <Joslyn> "Dammit echo…we can't both take out the last bomber AND salvage a pulse bomb without the radar getting taken offline. Orders?"
[22:46:52] <~Oxford> "I order you to DIE!"
[22:47:14] <@Oxford> 7d6 it'll be +8, remember this guy?
[22:47:14] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, it'll be +8, remember this guy?: 19 [7d6=2,5,1,1,3,2,5]
[22:47:36] <Flauri> "Miss Jo… I mean, Miss Iron Maiden! I… I'll try again! If I learn from my mistake I can salvage them both… I-I think…"
[22:48:02] <@Joslyn> 2d6+10 come at me bro
[22:48:03] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, come at me bro: 18 [2d6=4,4]
[22:48:43] <@Oxford> 1d6 tied then, right?
[22:48:43] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, tied then, right?: 1 [1d6=1]
[22:48:49] <@Oxford> not any more.
[22:48:52] <@Joslyn> 1d6 denied
[22:48:52] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, denied: 4 [1d6=4]
[22:50:37] <~Oxford> The thin-winged pusher plane scythes in on Joslyn, quad machineguns spitting precisely-timed bursts at her.
[22:52:28] * Joslyn raises one hand as the bullets all slow down and stop inches in front of her. With a snap of her fingers, the bullets meld together to become a rapier. "That was uncivilized of you…"
[22:55:02] <@Joslyn> 3d6+8 just the bomber then
[22:55:02] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, just the bomber then: 24 [3d6=6,6,4]
[22:55:07] <@Joslyn> 2d6 oops
[22:55:08] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, oops: 8 [2d6=5,3]
[22:56:12] <@Oxford> 2d6+8 actually defending, won't matter
[22:56:12] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, actually defending, won't matter: 17 [2d6=4,5]
[22:56:17] <@Oxford> hits.
[22:56:18] <@Joslyn> 1d6+6 blow up the bomber
[22:56:19] <+DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, blow up the bomber: 9 [1d6=3]
[22:57:52] <Joslyn> In a blur, Joslyn seems to flinch. And then the other bomber behind her explodes in a plume of flame. "I might keep this…thank you, capitaine."
[22:59:39] <~Oxford> The pusher-prop tumbles in mid-air, and in an instant is facing back the way it came - straight towards Joslyn. "A worthy foe, I see."
[23:00:05] <Caitlin> The older of the redheads ooohs and ahhhhs while mentally taking note of this strange speed. No noise from breaking the sound barrier and yet she moved too fast for the naked eye to capture. Or so it would seem.
[23:00:08] <@Oxford> 2d6+8 at Flauri, sv-23
[23:00:09] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, at Flauri, sv-23: 16 [2d6=5,3]
[23:00:28] <Flauri> 4d6+3 nope nope nope nope
[23:00:29] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, nope nope nope nope: 19 [4d6=3,1,6,6]
[23:00:33] <Flauri> 2d6 nope nope nope
[23:00:34] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, nope nope nope: 10 [2d6=5,5]
[23:00:57] <Joslyn> "Perhaps. But as I said, we have no time for your speeches. So if you're brave enough to face us on even terms…let us take care of the Horde first."
[23:01:13] <~Oxford> The last remaining fighter streaks toward the unmanned craft, aiming a long burst at the tiny redhead following them.
[23:02:13] <Flauri> "Eek!" With a big clap of her hands, the craft fires at air. The tiny redhead is long gone… so much so that she realizes she's still in range to follow the bombs, apparently. At least she'll try.
[23:06:03] <Flauri> And down she goes… clap, clap, this time she'll touch them DIRECTLY if they're close enough. One at a time if she has to! But… focus on the inside, remove what's blatantly threatening. … Why is this so familiar?
[23:04:44] <Flauri> 5d6-2 ULTIMATE DISARMING TECHNIQUE: ANGRY EDITION
[23:04:45] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, ULTIMATE DISARMING TECHNIQUE: ANGRY EDITION: 22 [5d6=6,3,6,4,5]
[23:04:52] <Flauri> 2d6 DISARMED LIKE FUCK, RIGHT?
[23:04:52] <+DiceMaid-9001> Flauri, DISARMED LIKE FUCK, RIGHT?: 7 [2d6=3,4]
[23:05:36] <@Oxford> 2d6+9 It ought to; speed is the main difficulty here, hence the roll
[23:05:37] <+DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, It ought to: 16 [2d6=5,2]
[23:06:03] <Flauri> And down she goes… clap, clap, this time she'll touch them DIRECTLY if they're close enough. One at a time if she has to! But… focus on the inside, remove what's blatantly threatening. … Why is this so familiar?
[23:09:32] <~Oxford> From the outside, nothing seems to change. A distant splash is all that indicates something has been removed from the weapons - in this case, their warheads.
[23:10:23] <Flauri> "Did… Did I do it?" Huff, huff. An adrenaline rush is a bit much for poor Flauri, in ADDITION to having to keep her altitude.
[23:13:01] <Joslyn> "I think so, Criss."
[23:13:06] <Caitlin> "I think you did! Good job, Flauri!"
[23:14:22] <Flauri> "I… t-thank you very much for your kind words. I'm glad I could be of some use. But…" Her own radio is reduced to silent crackles as she cuts herself off, pausing before warping to regroup with the others.
[23:15:00] <~Oxford> From his cockpit, the enemy pilot's head darts from one girl to the next, a cold knot tightening in his stomach. Three against two - and that escort fighter was next to useless. Captain Merovin swallows his fury and barks into the radio: "Visos orlaiviu trauktis!" The SV-23 breaks off.
[23:16:01] <~Oxford> "You've not seen the last of Welks Merovin, witches…" he growls through the radio.
[23:18:16] * Flauri pats herself a few times before realizing apparently the Elsafied notepad didn't come with her as she transformed… or if it did, she misplaced it. Regardless, the small girl has no trouble repeating the name in a muffled whisper to herself to remember it for later.
[23:19:18] <Caitlin> "We did it… Well, you both did. I'm afraid I didn't prove to be much use in the important moments there. It was like a flashback to my first flight or something."
[23:19:49] * Joslyn slaps Caitlin with the flat side of her rapier.
[23:20:02] <Flauri> "Please… don't put yourself down like that. I-If they'd been there to stop me from disarming the bombs…"
[23:20:34] <~Oxford> In the distance, two silver darts hurtle towards Keller's Isle. If Lt. Stranahan is worried about them, she's doing a remarkable job at not showing it.
[23:21:07] * Flauri gasps at the brightslap but only winces once while looking away.
[23:21:36] <Joslyn> "What she said. It isn't always about downing craft or killing enemies. We're a squadron, and we have to put our accomplishments first. We did it, and you're part of that."
[23:23:35] <Flauri> "Y… Yes. And you're our… you're our… f…" A big headshake as Flauri pauses to take in the awkwardness. "Um… let's go back."
[23:23:38] <~Oxford> From the direction of the island, there's a distant crunch. The radio buzzes to life: "Cheswhick Flight, confirm that that was part of the plan, over."
[23:24:01] <Caitlin> Caitlin looks more or less hurt by the slap. More in an offended or upset sense than anything else. To Flauri, she quietly nods, "Thank you." There isn't any immediate response to Joslyn.
[23:24:16] <Flauri> "Eep! T-This is Criss-Cross… ah… confirmed. I-I'm very sorry."
[23:24:24] <Joslyn> "…If by that, you mean two disabled pulse bombs washing up on the beach, then yeah that was the plan."
[23:25:37] <~Oxford> "If by 'beach' you mean 'my vegtable garden', then…gah. RTB, Cheswhick Flight. Echo Whiskey out."
[23:25:57] <Flauri> Sob. "… Really, really sorry…" Aaaand vwoop.
[23:25:59] <Joslyn> "…sorry about that. Cheswick Flight, RTB."
[23:28:15] * Joslyn lands next to the garden and detransforms, surveying the damage.
[23:29:22] <Caitlin> Caitlin heads back down, satisfied to get detransformed before incurring any weird exposure effects. She feels fine, so far.
[23:30:07] <~Oxford> Lt. Stranahan is there to meet you. She's wearing her army uniform and a pair of gardening gloves, which rest on her hips. Despite the devastation, she's smiling good-naturedly.
[23:30:27] <Flauri> Clap, clap, clap- vwoop, vwoop, vwoop. With a snap of little Flaurentine's fingers, the color-changing costume is replaced with one of a static hue and her hair becomes a little more normal in coloration again. "… Very, very, very sorry…."
[23:30:37] <Joslyn> "Uhh…well at least they didn't blow up!"
[23:31:39] * Joslyn collects the other two pendants and puts the three of them back into the case.
[23:31:41] <~Oxford> "That…certainly would've been worse." The lieutenant shrugs. "Anyway, I'm sure Intel will be happy to have two of these to play around with."
[23:32:16] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods curtly, "Our sincerest apologies."
[23:32:22] <Flauri> "Y… Yes, ma'am. Is there… anything I would be able to do to help?" Her head cocks to the side questioningly, though not without nervousness.
[23:32:24] <Joslyn> "Flauri removed the warheads…but I'm pretty sure R&D can figure out where they're supposed to go…"
[23:35:06] <~Oxford> "Well, set out some buckets to catch that leaking fuel, for starters. Actually, we should probably be more concerned by that…"
[23:36:15] <Flauri> "I'm sorry…" But with that sobbing she gives a salute and moves over.
[23:36:28] <Joslyn> "oh, okay." and lo, there were buckets.
[23:38:03] <Joslyn> Steel buckets with the little tiny wiry handle, but still buckets. "You think that'll be enough?"
[23:39:30] <~Oxford> "Anyway, Elsa's woken up, and she's reasonably distraught that she missed the fight. Wouldn't hurt for one or two of you to go talk to her."
[23:39:53] <Joslyn> "I'll do it."
[23:40:54] <Joslyn> "Someone has to make sure she understands the possible consequences here…"
[23:41:08] <Flauri> "I… Please give her my apologies as well. I-If she was here maybe the enemy wouldn't have…" A pause, before shaking her head.
[23:41:52] <Joslyn> "Just make sure to save us some supper, okay?"
[23:43:46] <~Oxford> Erica nods as Joslyn heads off toward the cottage. "Anything else come up on the sortie? I tallied two kills and three retreated, not counting the pulse bombs."
[23:45:19] <Flauri> "Yes, ma'am." She wrote it down immediately after detransforming, staring at the name and clearing her throat adorably before reading it off. "The enemy… um, said his name was 'Welks Merovin,' I believe… I-I hope that helps…"
[23:46:37] <~Oxford> "That…doesn't ring any bells," she says, after a thoughtful pause. "Maybe you could check it out at the library some time, though? Lots of good info there."
[23:49:36] <Flauri> "Understood. I… I'll make sure to have a look. But, um, I…" 'Have trouble reading' isn't something she can say out loud, so it just turns into timid shuffling. "Um… c-could I take… Miss Caitlin to come look with me? If… If she doesn't mind, I mean…"
[23:58:24] <~Oxford> "I'm sure she'd be glad to help," volunteers Stranahan, giving Caitlin a nudge. "But at any rate, you girls must be hungry. Go get washed up, and I'll fix up dinner." With that, she shoos the two girls down to the cottage like a mother hen after her chicks. In the garden, the neutered missiles sit like enormous lawn darts left out after a game.
[23:58:46] <~Oxford> /session