Disclaimer: Indy Best Girl
Finals. Are. Over! (Crab_Rave . mp4)
However, I'm suffering from a problem called Post Finals Laziness. For some reason, I can't seem to focus for more than like 30 minutes tops, which is why I'm finishing this at 1 AM! Ah ah ah aha hahahf ahhahafhasedfhalskehf; ;oe
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Ignore me, and Merry Christmas!
Reviews:
Severak: Who doesn't love Portland? (Prepares Knife and Guns)
The one: I know, Total Heresy! Forgive me, Indy-kami, for I have SINNED!
John: Thanks! Finals do suck, but at least there's winter break to look forward to!
Atlanta's POV:
"Hey Atlanta! Guess what?" Portland burst through the door.
"You've got news?" I flipped to the next page in the magazine.
"Yup! It's super big!" Portland gleamed.
"It's about Indy, right?" I winced in pain as I saw one of Saratoga's cringey concert adverts in the corner of the page. "She finally went and sent a letter back to you?"
"Uhh, No." Portland chucked a bit. "It's even better!"
"Did that new Indy Doujin arrive from the Royal Navy?" I took the magazine and pressed my thumb along its side, watching the countless pages flip in an arch.
"That came last week." Portland reminded me. "It's already used, but I could lend it to you if you want. The gift of Indy is meant to be shared between all people!"
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I would ask what "used" meant, but decided that it was better I didn't know.
"So, what happened?" I changed the subject.
"Remember how Hornet came over a week or so ago, and asked for training?" Portland swayed.
"Too well." I muttered.
"And you know how Hornet said that I could get anything I wanted?" Portland's turrets began wagging back and forth.
"Possibly…" I scratched my head. Did she say that? I don't really remember…
"So, Hornet just told me a few minutes ago. Indy's coming!" Portland jumped excitedly.
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"Wait, that's actually big news." I put the magazine down.
"I know right!" Portland exclaimed. "I'm going to have to ask for a favor from you."
"Sure." I shrugged. "Whatcha need?"
"I want your help to prepare for Indy's arrival." Portland took my hand. "I'm pretty sure you're quite handy with electronics, since I saw you handling them the first time we met." (1)
"Sounds good." I reached for my coat. "What do you need to hook up? Want to change one of your turrets to shoot confetti? That's what my sister did for my birthday."
"Actually, I've got something else planned." Portland's eyes glimmered.
"It better not be something too over the top." I stuffed my foot inside a pair of shoes.
"Here's the plan." Portland gave me a piece of paper. "When Indy comes back, I greet her here..."
"Mhmmm…" I looked at the little path she drew on the map. It went to the restaurant, the bay, the fountain, the bar?
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Not really my first choice for a reunion, but maybe Indy likes to drink? I don't think Portland mentioned much about her drinking habits though.
After the bar, it goes to a shop, then a hot spring, then a hotel, and finally the ... public square?
"Portland." I pointed to the X at the end of the dotted lines. "Why does this end in the middle of base, and not in the dorms? Also, what is the point of going to the hotel?"
"Oh, I was just getting to that part!" Portland perked up. "After getting her aroused in the bath and relieving her in the hotel for hours, it will be pretty late! Then I'll bring the drunk Indy outside to let the whole world know our bond!"
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I took my torpedo and bonked Portland.
"Owwww." She recoiled, rubbing her head. "But I spent so much time on that."
"Do you know how dumb this is?" I tore apart the paper. "Not only will Indy probably hate you for this, It's almost certainly illegal!"
"I thought it was a good idea." Portland whined, band-aiding her head. "I even took the consideration to make sure it was night time when we went out."
I rubbed my head. "Do you know how embarrassing this will be for Indy?"
"If Indy did this for me, I would be more than thankful." Portland defended as she got back on her feet.
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"You know what?" I sighed, frustrated. "Let me show you how to get a gift for Indy. Come on, follow me."
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"The key for sending a good gift is to give them something they are going to use for a long time." I held her hand across the shop. "One of the best things to get is clothing."
"Like, shirts?" Portland turned her head sideways.
"We have gotten plenty of government subsidized shirts since Enterprise mandated them, though some of the Submarines' skimpy clothing makes me think otherwise." I scrounged across the isles of dresses, running my free hand against the hangers. "What we need to find is something that casual Indy will look good in."
"Well Indy is extra special, so she deserves extraordinary flashy clothes!" Portland picked up some fishnet stockings and put them in the cart.
"Indy is a rather reserved individual." I took the questionable leggings and dropped it off as we passed the return basket. "It's better to get something less brazen."
"But-"
"Have some trust, Portland." I took a sharp turn as the shopping cart wheels skipped along the marble floor. "You'll thank me later."
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"You're planning to take Indy out for dinner." I took the receipt and stuffed it inside my wallet. In the end, we settled around a beret hat and a raven black gown lined with feathers. (2) "That's a generally good idea. Let's find a place that Indy would enjoy. What's Indy's favorite food?"
Portland raised her hand. "It's b-"
"That was a rhetorical question. It's brisket." I rolled my eyes. "You've told me that too many times."
"It's not only brisket." Portland began, opening the door.
"But also Mashed potatoes and Pesto butter." I finished as we entered the food court/cafeteria.
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"And red wine." We said in unison.
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Portland looked stunned.
"Oh? My Indy trivia isn't as rusty as I thought." I joked, taking up a tray. "Come on, we've got to try out all the meat here, so that you won't have to guess when Indy comes for real."
"But do you know Indy's favorite Animal?" Portland quizzed.
"Teddy bear." I responded, placing an order at the first restaurant, headed by an injured battleship with a girl.
"10 gems." I filled Nevada's hand with some money.
"Favorite soft drink?" Portland pointed.
"Sweet tea mixed with lemonade." I took the receipt and walked to the next booth.
"Indy's fetish?" Portland asked.
"Midriff." I responded nonchalantly.
Portland was at a loss for words.
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"Are you feeling threatened?" I cheekily grinned.
"No no no no no no totally not." Portland immediately denied. "It's good that the glory of Indy is being preached so well! I wouldn't get hung up with such trivial matters; that would be foolish of me!"
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"Favorite color?"
"Green?"
"It's maroon!" Portland puffed out her chest in victory.
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"Man, you've almost had me there!" Portland laughed before taking a huge chunk out of a drumstick. "You're getting better, but you can't beat me yet!"
"All right, All right." I cut off a piece of beef and chewed it for a bit. 8/10. Not bad. Pretty good backup if things went wrong.
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"Say Portland, why do you even like Indy that much?" I asked to pass the time.
"Well, she's just the cutest little sister ever!" Portland put down the chicken and downed a cup of soda.
"I refuse to believe you're that shallow." I took a brief sip of my impromptu palate cleansing water before tasting another pot roast. "There's got to be a better reason than looks. How did you first fall for Indy?"
"Well, It was the first day after construction." Portland grabbed a handful of fries and inhaled them in a matter of seconds. "I was eating out late at night when Langley came over to my table and told me that I now had a sister, and I was like: 'Cool I guess.' Like, I heard that one of my sisters was in development, but something got delayed cuz of a lack of wisdom cubes, so it wasn't any big news. So anyways, I went home, and Indy was there…
I yawned loudly as I opened the door to my two room apartment. In front of me was a tanned girl unpacking her suitcase.
"Oh, Uhh…" I stuttered in her sheer beauty. "So Um… Who are you?"
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The girl muttered to me? No, she was just moving her cherry chapped seductive mouth. Perhaps she's mute?
"Can you talk?" I inched closer, taking a good whiff of her intoxicating perfume.
"I'm in the police." I roughly lip synced her mouth's movements.
"The police station is a few blocks down, if you're lost." I pointed. "It's a bit dark, but I can take you there!"
The cruiser thought for a bit before showing me a short printed greeting card.
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USS Indianapolis
CA 35 - 11/7/1931
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"Oh, You're Indianapolis?" I recalled Langley. "Nice to meet you! I'm your sister Portland!"
She opened her mouth, and closed it again. I saw her jaw move up and down before my sister just closed it and nodded her head.
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"So, Why are you here?" I asked. "Do you have your own room?"
She shook her head no.
"So, do you want to stay with me?" I offered.
She nodded again.
"Allright." I leaned to the side as my spine popped. "Make yourself at home. I've got some leftovers in the fridge you can have."
My sister put her hands together and bowed.
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"You must be tired after traveling for so long." I stretched my hands above my head and yawned. "You can have my bed. I'll find a sleeping bag to borrow." (3)
I went to the closet and hung my turrets on the wall. Ahh, my back hurts. These things are so heavy… I once again took a metal rod and smashed it against my superstructure until it became numb.
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I felt a small tap against my shoulder.
I turned around. "Indianapolis, do you need anything?"
She held up a piece of paper, which read: "Do you want a massage?"
"Can you give a massage?" I asked.
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"Not to be rude or anything!"
Indianapolis nodded slightly, and then motioned on the bed.
"Thank you!" I crawled over to the bed and laid on my back.
A small pair of hands gently rolled up my shirt. Indianapolis began pressing ever so lightly against the small chinks along my belt. All of a sudden, the constant pain began to lighten up. My sister's small hands smoothly rolled along my back like a soft ocean breeze. I closed my eyes as the cramps that constantly plagued me faded away. I heard a mellow drop of water in the distance before Indianapolis' moist hands rubbed tenderly across my strains.
I basked in relief, and almost teared up as I began to feel something other than soreness.
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"You should take better care of yourself." I first heard her melodious voice.
"I know." I groaned. "I should..."
"Let me take care of you." She took a towel and began lightly brushing my skin.
"Sure." I reopened my eyes. "How much?"
"You don't need to pay me." Indianapolis shook her head. "Seeing you healthy is payment enough."
"Ah, thank you Indy." I murmured.
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"Indy?" She turned her head.
"Oh, I got ahead of myself!" I scrambled. "Ye-"
"No, it's fine." She smiled, putting her hand against my mouth. "I like Indy."
"Awwwww, That's so cute!" I gushed.
"I know right!" Portland agreed. "She's the best and most cutest sister ever!"
"What I would do for an Indy!" I rolled my eyes, spotting a red haired idol spying on us in the distance. "All I've got in my family is a LAZY DUMB IDOL!"
Her little head vanished beneath the bush again.
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"You okay?" Portland took another claw of french fries.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I responded. "Hey, hand me some fires."
Portland took a bunch and put some on my plate.
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"Portland, we're supposed to be trying out brisket for Indy's arrival." I pointed out. "We're not eating dinner."
Portland looked away.
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I raised my eyebrows. "Portland, are you even recording the food's taste?"
"Oops." She laughed.
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"I'm so full…" Portland groaned as she rubbed her tummy.
"You wouldn't be in this situation if we didn't have to re-eat everything you were supposed to check." I pulled her ear.
"I'm sorry Atlanta…" She winced in pain. "I'm just so tired…"
"Come on, let's get you home." I propped her arm around me and carried her.
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"Can we lay on that park bench for a few seconds?" Portland pointed.
"Sure." We stumbled our way there before dropping to the wooden seats.
"Man, we sure ate a lot." I rubbed my stomach. "Right Portland?"
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I turned to see her eyes fluttering open every few seconds before gently shutting down again.
"Portland, you want to sleep?" I smiled gently.
"Mmhmm." She murmured.
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"Allright, lean against my shoulder." I offered as her head slowly fell against the crook of my neck. She began to softly snore, her breath running down my collar
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There it is again, that fluffy warm feeling I get whenever I'm alone with her.
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I can't blame Portland for liking Indy so much. If I was in her place, I would never let anybody like Indy stray away from me either.
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Just, I do wish that Portland paid a bit more attention to what was right in front of her.
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The warmth from her body gently pulled me to doze off slightly.
Footnotes:
(1): Portland and Astoria first met with Atlanta like 10 chapter ago, where she was handling backstage electronics stuff for Saratoga
(2): This is the "Light of City Circle" Skin. Fun Fact, City Circle is the center of where Indianapolis is actually built!
(3): You have no Idea how long It took for me to write borrow. Spelling is hard.
Ah, It's 1 AM and I want to go to bed.
Well, On the bright side, Merry Christmas!
Perhaps I'll finally see Santa this year!
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I'm going insane.
Anyways, see you next week!
Atlanta's POV:
I woke up to somebody tapping my shoulder.
"Who is it?" I yawned.
"Enterprise." She responded.
I blinked my eyes and saw the moon shining brightly in the night sky.
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"What time is it?"
"Around 1." Enterprise checked her watch. "You're going to get sick if you stay out here, especially you light cruisers."
"Yeah, I kinda fell asleep and lost track of time." I laughed before nudging Portland to wake up as well. "Come on, we gotta go home."
"Five more minutes." She muttered.
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"Oh, while we're talking, I've got some news for you." Enterprise told me as I began to rock Portland back and forth.
"What is it?" I asked.
"We're planning to position along the Santa Cruz Islands for a knock out blow against the Sakura Empire." Enterprise notified. "We leave tomorrow evening."
"Understood." I nodded my head.