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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Woo.
Penelope might be wandering with Wilson.

[SOLDIER First]

Penelope may note the opaqueness of his visor and his apparent lack of face caused by such.

[Twi]

Wilson may be near Yamal since he left the bridge?
He also happens to be looking for her.

Penelope might be wandering with Wilson.

Wilson and Penelope in Yamal's harem, then. The shipgirl seems pleased with this. She strides through the ship, humming an old Russian folk tune as she wanders the corridors.

[SOLDIER First]

"So, Yamal, I had some questions..."

[Twi]

"So, Yamal, I had some questions..."

She shoots him a toothy grin and leans in a bit towards the fallout survivor, eyes twinkling.

"Yeeeeesss?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Penelope pops out her pen and begins getting ready to take notes.

[SOLDIER First]

"M-may I swab your decks You said you were, are, an icebreaker, correct? How does that.. Manifest, I suppose is the right word?"

[Twi]

"M-may I swab your decks You said you were, are, an icebreaker, correct? How does that.. Manifest, I suppose is the right word?"

Yamal grins wide at that. She raises both iron-knuckled fists in the air and gives them a pump.

"Put something in front of me and I'll break it. No questions asked."

[SOLDIER First]

"C-CAN YOU BREAK ME Wow.. What else?"

[Twi]

"C-CAN YOU BREAK ME Wow.. What else?"

She hums, and starts counting off, raising fingers into the air.

"Let's see... Well, since I'm a ship, I can do ship things. Like sail. No surprise there, right? What would be the point of a land bound ship? And I can repair myself. Pretty well, actually. For more information on that particular subject, please direct all questions to the Sovereign Nation of Engineering. I've still got my AA guns, though I don't know if I'll be running into planes. Quad Ma Deuces, refitted in Alaska during one of my trips. They angle low enough to rake torpedo boats and the like, too. Oh, and most ships need to consume lots of resources to remain operational. Usually this manifests as the appetite of a hundred men. Since I'm nuclear-powered, though, I don't need much of that to keep running. Still need to eat up a storm when I'm repairing though."

[SOLDIER First]

He nods slowly.
"I.. Assume you have your guns now.
Er, may I.. Speak to Engineering..?"

[Twi]

He nods slowly.
"I.. Assume you have your guns now.
Er, may I.. Speak to Engineering..?"

The shipgirl nods- a quick look at her 'rigging' reveals several miniature gun emplacements that definitely appear to be quad .50s.

As for the second part.... she grins sharply at that. "Are you sure you want to? They have attitude."

[SOLDIER First]

Wilson adjusts the neck of his suit.
"I'm sure I can handle it."

[Twi]

Wilson adjusts the neck of his suit.
"I'm sure I can handle it."

Yamal nods, and out comes the Chief Engineer, planting himself(?) firmly on Yamal and loosing a blistering tirade of insults in Russian and however the hell Fairies talk.

"He ah, wants to know what the hell you want."

[SOLDIER First]

"Er, I was.. wondering... how you repair miss Yamal..?"