Rule 25. World of Warships is not a training simulator. You can not skip out on practice to play it.

Nagara pounded on the door to Desdiv 2's room, trying to entice the sole occupant within to come out. Murasame, Harusame, and Samidare had been incredibly apologetic when Yudachi hadn't shown up to practice the day prior, saying that she had gotten hooked on some new MMO game, and that they had tried to get her to stop because she wasn't sleeping and was only barely eating and that much Mountain Dew could not be healthy, and could they please help get her off that computer?

Privately, the light cruiser was wondering how she had bypassed content controls designed to stop this exact sort of thing, especially after the recent incident with Kinu and Desdiv 18, but that was ultimately irrelevant to the fact that Yudachi wasn't answering the door.

"Yudachi!" she shouted, getting the attention of a few passing destroyer girls. "Get off that damn computer! You've got training to get to!"

"I am training, poi!" came the answer. Nagara blinked.

"How are you training by playing an MMO game?" she wondered aloud, bewildered.

"It's called World of Warships! You play as, well, a ship and try to sink enemy ships! It develops tactical skills, poi!"

Nagara nodded. Well, okay, that made sense. If the developers had access to enough information, they could develop ships close to their real life counterparts and-

There was a loud crack as Nagara thumped her head against the wall to reboot her thought process. No, this wasn't training! You needed physical training; all the tactical knowledge in the world wouldn't help if you couldn't execute. Still, perhaps it was time for a different tactic.

"Well, you need to apologize to your sisters! They've been worried sick about you!"

"Bah! That's only because they don't know I swiped their allowance to get a premium ship, poi!"

Okay, that was just beyond the pale. From the gasps behind her, Nagara knew that her audience agreed. "Okay, that does it!" she shouted, raising a foot. "I'm gonna break this door down and drag you out!"

When there was no reply, Nagara snapped out a kick that hit the door and knocked it clean off its hinges. Stepping over the battered wood, she grabbed Yudachi by the collar of her wrinkled, stained pajamas and started dragging her out of the room, chair and all.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Yudachi screamed. "I just needed nine more hours and I could get North Carolina, poi! I'd show all those fuckers who gets to use "poi", poi!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Nagara grumbled. "Somebody turn that off for me, will ya?!"