Rule by ijnfleetadmiral

13628. Iku and LCDR Kamata are to keep their roleplay scenarios confined to their quarters.

The group met in Admiral Goto's office. Admiral Goto sat behind his desk, glowering at the occupant of the chair on the opposite side. Off to the side, Kongo sat cuddling baby Mikasa; she had resolved not to let Admiral Goto miss a single moment of their first child's life and was now accompanying him wherever he went. This in turn was the cause of several humorous misadventures alone. Mikasa was a sweet baby, quiet like her father, beautiful like her mother, and possessing the same adorable innocence as her godmother Fubuki. Her parents and family – and extended family – adored her, and Admiral Goto very much enjoyed spending time with his wife and daughter.

Something that 'incidents' like this were keeping him from doing.

He gave another glower at the occupant of the chair in front of his desk. In said chair, Iku sat grinning unrepentantly; Noriko – who was not in trouble here – was sitting off to the side for moral support. Also in the room were Nagato, RADM Yonehara (as Admiral Goto's deputy), and Fleet Psychologist extraordinaire, Dr. Oyodo.

"Again, I wasn't breaking into the dorm room!" Yokosuka's Resident Lewdmarine stated. "It was roleplay!" She held up a hockey mask. "See, I was cosplaying as Jasmine Voorhees, and Noriko was going to be the innocent victim whose room I slip into." She grinned. "Then once the victim awakens, Jasmine Voorhees corrupts her with hours and hours of [REDACTED]." Her very graphic description of the borderline illegal acts she'd planned to do to her fiancée left Kongo looking thoughtful, Noriko blushing but smirking, and the other three individuals wearing various expressions of disgust and horror.

"OK, enough!" Admiral Goto stopped Iku's monologue. He sighed. "I can't dole out disciplinary measures here because Kongo and I…well…" he cleared his throat awkwardly upon realizing he'd just talked himself into a corner.

His wife, naturally, decided to help him out. "Samurai Warlord and Innocent Shrine Maiden, Dess!" Kongo cheered, grinning at her husband.

Sometimes the worst ideas start from the best intentions. The Admiral facepalmed as Nagato pointedly looked toward RADM Yonehara.

"Perhaps you can handle this?" the battleship thankfully chose not to comment on things.

The Fleet Supply Officer opened his mouth to reply, but Iku decided to add her two cents into the mix.

"Hey, wasn't there an incident awhile back? Something to do with a game called "The She-Wolf and the Huntsman?" the submarine grinned at Yonehara, whose face took on the look of a person that just had the wind knocked out of their sails.

Admiral Goto looked over at his Supply Officer in surprise. "That was you two?! Oh, jeez…"

Yonehara laughed awkwardly. "In my defense, Ashigara can be quite persuasive."

"Oh, I bet she can." Iku giggled, causing Yonehara to duck his head and Admiral Goto to facepalm yet again.

Nagato sighed. "Dr. Oyodo? Perhaps you –"

"Wasn't there talk of a Dr. Akashistein and her beautiful monster FrankenYodo?" Iku assumed a feaux-thoughtful expression as she turned to Noriko. "Didn't we hear something like that, babe? Something about there being a 'Secret Lab' in the repair docks and the phrase 'give my creation life!'?"

Every set of eyes in the room turned to a now-nuclear-blushing Fleet Psychologist. Admiral Goto sighed, knowing that Nagato was the only one left that was able to dole out punishment.

"Nagato, would you –"

"Oh, Nagato, I meant to tell you earlier," Noriko interrupted. "RADM Misaki stopped by my duty post yesterday. He said to tell you hello."

Even Kongo did a double-take at how fast the Chief-of-Staff blushed. Goto sighed and turned to Iku, who was positively radiating smug.

"All right, you win…we all have skeletons in our closet we'd like to keep hidden. Just keep stuff like this in your quarters from now on, OK?"

Iku grinned. "No problem, Admiral." She and Noriko rose to leave, but the submarine paused at the door. "Have fun with your Shrine Maiden, Daimyo."

Snickers from most of the office's occupants did nothing to improve Goto's mood.

An enthusiastic, "Dess!" from his wife didn't help matters either.