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kakokaini:
Fiume kept Georgios near her, sometimes letting the Greek go to step forward and greet an esteemed guest. Her sharp black dress being pinched at its sides to raise a little in a bow. She was a professional at this, her energy was still apparent but it wasn’t as unrefined and raw as when they were on their sortie. Still she wasn’t one to miss her date’s rather still form, often using such easily spot-table mannerisms and features to pick people who needed to chat.
“You look stiff Georgios, don’t worry its only a few more guests. Those ones there, the French delegates, then we can really have fun.” Fiume steered her partner with her for one more round of greetings, “Then it’ll be time to enjoy the high life of fun and entertainment, seems everyone is enjoying seeing the Princess and Prince roam though. They’d be unlucky if we left.”
“Apologies.” Georgios was stiff, for sure. All of this meeting and greeting was necessary for her continued operations, even if it split the flagship of the Hellenic Navy off from her own fleet’s path of isolation. Despite being used to Greek people’s awe for her, it was more of a conversational minefield here, unknown who was good to know or who to ignore. Fortunately it seemed Fiume was much more used to real politics. “You seem like you’re right at home in this situation.”
As they approached the French, the Greek spoke to them in their own language. “Bonjour, mes amies...” As conversation went on it would be evident her grasp of the language was not as strong as the others, but she was making an effort.
Loyal Hound
@kiwifleet
Scapa, the Orkney Islands. These isles are steeped in history, mysticism, spirituality and the Supernatural. From the Selkie folk to the Witches that curse sailors from the shore. Living on this base means there is the chance you might see an odd figure in the corner of your eye. Of someone you may or may not know. However, when you turn to look it’s gone. Did you eyes play a trick on you? Maybe it did for New Zealand, when walking around in her new dress. The new Lady saw a brown haired girl floating in mid air without a care in the world. That girl turned her head and looked New Zealand in the eye for a moment before turning away.
“Oh? I think they saw me” the voice echoed much like a typical abyssal but it was far softer in tone, not racked by the misery, guilt and darkness of the Abyss. Ethereal.
“Well everyone catches a glimpse.” She often spoke to herself like this, it helped her keep herself amused in the day, to stave off loneliness when she couldn’t haunt her sister. “I don’t even know who that is….ah where’s Warspite. I wonder if she still thinks of me.
New Zealand stopped in her tracks. That had been a girl floating — hadn’t it? The girl had looked right at her! Had she seen Kehua? The soul of a dead person, a spirit, returned to haunt the living and cause unpleasant things? NZ was worried about this sighting. But she heard the spirit, echoing. It held none of the malice mentioned by others about Abyssal voices.
New Zealand glanced about, and then back towards the kehua. Scapa was a place of much supernatural activity; of shipgirls still unreturned, and among those who had died here in multiple wars. While unavoidable to get close to the waters, she could not admit she liked doing so. This kehua was the first spirit she’d seen in such a way, however — more than just out of the corner of her eye.
The battlecruiser rubbed the tiki pendant for luck, and threw caution to the wind. She approached the spirit, looking up at it, but stopped before she passed by.
She spoke softly, hoping the spirit would hear and nobody else, “G’mornin’. Who’re you? Oi’m New Zealand...” She wasn’t sure if she was deluding herself into seeing this, or actually speaking to a kehua. If she wasn’t, she’d be damned weird looking, speaking into thin air.
Island Beauty
@mechanicaldaughter
New Zealand adjusted the flowers on her head. They were merely fakes, but she was proud of them, thinking they were cute. Truth be told, the other shipgirls in Scapa had made her a mite jealous with their fancy ‘uniforms’ that they seemed to be allowed to wear with nothing stopping them. Comparatively, her in her RNZN uniform was plain, utilitarian... military. So, knowing it could be changed, she did so with an altogether new “uniform” to fit the changes to her body that had come with the rebuild.
... Though truth be told, it left her rather cold in the places it mattered.
She was currently seated in Scapa’s pub, a can of ‘lolly water’ in front of her. Despite the rebuild, she had learned on New Year’s that her alcohol tolerance was still quite low. The door opened and light came in, and as she looked up she recognised the new person, as well as the exquisite dress she wore. New Zealand saw a chance to re-unite, in a fashion, having already “spoken” to the woman some time ago.
“Oi! Kia Ora, Warspoite! Come sit ovah heah with me, mate, Oi’m awfully lonely.”
kakokaini:
“Asking me? Your’re the one straightening that tie for the hundredth time. Come on,it’ll be fun.” Fiume moved to the Greek’s side and linked her arm with hers, tugging her to Fiume’s side. “First up, we gotta go meet some fancy people, and you’re officially my date now. Especially with that striking suit and good gaze. Really fits nicely, perfect.”
“Just stick side by side with me, okay?” Fiume started forward, greeting guests already the moment they got one step inside. Fancy dressed Europeans of all types, people from Turkey and even some western guests along with a lot of easily Italian shady types. Yet through it all Fiume seemed perfectly at home in her element, introducing the Greek to people as her date for the night and letting her greet them. Like she said, she’d be relying on Fiume, and Fiume was taking the lead.
Georgios nodded at Fiume’s statement, unable to stop herself from giving an appraising eye to the clothing her ‘date’ wore. Yes, despite her misgivings, the two shipgirls would look the part. Now it only came to the motions of the aristocratic elite. Georgios did not try to go on her own, unwilling to leave Fiume, but greeted each person that came to speak to them. Even a few Turks, the enemy she was famed to have fought; who were understandably apprehensive when they learned they were speaking to the ‘Devil Ship.’ She greeted them as warmly as she could, speaking to them in Turkish.
“Don’t worry. We are allies now, are we not?”
Georgios was thankfully fluent in multiple languages. Turkish, Greek, Italian, English, and some French as well. But, despite how easily it seemed she was greeting and speaking, the rigidness of her back might show her inner discomfort.
Scapa? I hardly know her!
mechanicaldaughter:
“Honestly don’t worry about it, we can go for soft drinks. The important part is the rum it’s you being there with me in a nice atmosphere. WHo cares if we have to be dragged home or not.” She gives a point to Warspite to make a point “She’d agree with me too you know? Ain’t that right grand old lady?” No answer of course but what was to be expected.
“Alright so…it’s uh wow this has thrown my day for a loop or two. I can’t even remember what I was meant to be doing, I swear it was something. Oh forget it I can’t be arsed with it now.”
“Welcome um to your second home New Zealand!”
New Zealand made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, looking down at her lap with some embarrassment. "Thanks, Endifetigable."
The Kiwi snaked one arm around her sister and pulled her close for a hug, rather quickly, almost as if she was worried her sister was going to disappear.
"We'll hev'ta do a lot togithah'ta make up'fah lost toime!"
Repairing Relations
Georgios looked into the mirror again, adjusting her tie for what felt like the thirtieth time. While she was used to galas, it didn’t mean she was a large fan of them. Normally she went in a form of dress, but today she had a suit and tie. Her entire reason for attending was to gain a search radar from the Italians, something she did not have due to Greek interference with any lend-lease. She had not asked permission to attend this, the Greeks were still afraid of mingling any Greek shipgirl with an Italian one, wary of any resurgence of hard feelings. The Italian cruiser bringing her along, Fiume, was nearby, and Georgios had not looked over at her yet.
The Greek armoured cruiser cleaned her glasses one last time, opening them back up by gripping one of the arms with her teeth. Though her first two words were in Greek, the rest were rapid-fire Italian.
“Yiasou, filos. Are you ready? This is your game, I’ll be largely dependent on you.”
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hmshood51:
She had been standing with a handful of papers with her brow furrowed. It had been with relief she had greeted the completion of the refit she had been hearing so much about.
It honestly defied explanation. To take an out of date battlecruiser and spend vast amounts to turn them into something that would battle to take on a good heavy cruiser.
Back in her day they were all about refitting the ones who would turn out the best. Nelson, Warspite, even the Renowns were still carrying considerable firepower…
No, this move was political.
And politics was a blight on the navy, always had been.
And then politics found her and the paper in her hands crumpled.
“New Zealand, congratulations on completing your post-refit trials. I hope the new turrets don’t make you too top-heavy.” she said with a level tone, sticking to business. She offered her hand.
“I was just looking at the results of your trials, actually. You must be eager to return home.”
New Zealand shook the proffered hand, wondering why Malaya had crumpled the paper, but didn’t ask for an answer. She rubbed a shoulder, giving a small sigh.
“A bit. Scapa’s noice’fah the ships heah, but Oi’ve got a fleet’ta return to. Can’t shirk me duties’ta the girls. The politicians beck home were reluctant’ta release me in the first place, and are keen on bringing me home as soon as they can get an RNZAF plane out.”
“The trials went well. Oi’m outperforming pre-refit me in every way, end Oi’m actually able’ta hit things nowadays. Shouldn’t hev a repeat’a me performance in Jutland.” New Zealand reached into a pocket rather awkwardly, evidently still not used to her added height and dimensions. “Oi do hev something’fah you.” The tiki inside the wrapped box matched her own, which sat around her neck as a necklace. She held it out to Malaya, hoping the woman would take the gift.
The dead of night
hmshood51:
It was easy to pick out which bed was different, which one spoke of the jumpy little gate guard and so Tally didn’t have to wait until Lanikai moved to bed to enact her plan.
“I will owow.” she said looking towards the group of three beds, stopping and stretching, then in a single bound and a leap dove into the pillow fort, clearing the wall and a moment later her dress flow over the top to land on the floor and the sound of movement was heard as she dug through the blanket and circled to flatten an area at the foot of the bed, stretched and then curled up.
Yes, this was a good prize. it was enclosed and offered warmth, a war prize wrested from the gate guard with a score of hundreds.
“H-Hey—“ Lanikai attempted to stop the sub the instant her dress began to fly, but her bed was no longer her own. The schooner, still clad in her helmet and heavy clothing, stood in the middle of the room, arms hanging limp as she pondered what to do.
Well...
She took off the helmet, leaving it atop her dresser, changing to pyjamas and leaving her clothing in the laundry bin. Moving to the lightswitch, she flicked it off, leaving only the natural light of the sunrise to illuminate the room through half closed blinds. Lanikai returned to looking down on her bed, briefly trying to poke at Tally to get her up. Nothing worked.
She shrugged, and decided nothing could be done. She climbed into the bed as well, attempting not to accidentally kick at Tally at the foot of it, but she was damned if she was going to give up the bed entirely.
Colonials
New Zealand’s rebuild had been completed just a few days ago. She was still getting used to her larger body - taller, ‘bigger’, more beautiful in the eyes of some, - certainly a fair sight more mature looking than the highschool-age she had been just a few days ago.
She was searching for a certain battleship. New Zealand had a gift for her — much like the jade tiki hanging around her own neck, NZ had brought a dozen or so good luck pendants for other shipgirls. It was surprisingly hard to find Malaya, and the battlecruiser spent a good half hour searching, but eventually found the woman. New Zealand approached with a smile on her face, the tiki necklace in a small box, wrapped with a cute little bowtie to top it off. For now, it remained hidden away.
“Kia Ora, mate. Youse Malaya, corrict? Oi don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. Oi’m New Zealand. D’ye fancy a cuppa?”
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“Pō mārie.”
Eight hours later
“Kia Or--”
“Wait. Something’s different.”
Scapa? I hardly know her!
mechanicaldaughter:
“I could do with mine layers not mine sweepers. There are several areas I need to mine but I don’t have a single damn minelayer in the entire Royal Navy to do it. Not even a Destroyer who’s managed to catch the hang of setting these things out in a good field. Maybe I can borrow one in exchange for a ship. I have a few submarines…”
“If they’ll give me the time of day. From the sounds of it all I don’t think I’m getting much a chance at all. Sodding hell I hate politics.” The Admiral grumbled to herself, stressing as usual, Argus was on hand to keep her going with tea albeit finding the Admirals grumbling odd..
“Anyway, you’re here now which is great. We can hit the local pub right proper. It’ll be a grand night out I’ll be betting. Trust me you’ll love it, place is called ‘The Jolly Tax Payer’ if that wasn’t an ironic name for you to see. About the only thing to keep you sane around there parts”
New Zealand didn’t have much to say on the political note. While the minesweepers probably had the expertise to lay them from cleaning up fields, they were very much valued in Australia, and it’d be a fight to get another RNZN shipgirl out here — even one as small as a minesweeper. It sounded like the admiral had a fair amount of problems, which led to NZ hoping that her own presence wouldn’t add a big one atop it all.
She grimaced. “Oi... don’t hev the bist alcohol tolerance. But Oi’ll go if ye wish, mate. Least we can do is celeberate reunoitin’, ay sis?”
She gave another glance towards Warspite. The woman was still frozen; but NZ still gave a smile, hoping she’d be able to see it. “If you were able to, Oi’d ask you’ta come along, Warspoite. Once youse free, let’s git a drink, ay?”
