Rule courtesy of AngryAmerican
7593: What ever the hell happens at parties tonight is not to be spokennkf~ [Trails into illegibility].
Near Norfolk...
Chester opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. For several seconds she lay on something not unpleasantly solid, but eventually, she slowly sat up and looked around.
The house looked like a bomb or seven had gone off inside. There were holes in the walls and ceiling, furniture was overturned, and shipgirls and humans were passed out all over the place. Chester racked her brain trying to reconstruct the night, there was some drinking, then the ball dropped, then one of the dock workers proposed to someone, then there was more drinking, somehow she had a full bottle of tequila in her hand… Then everything got confused.
The heavy cruiser slowly got to her feet and started wandering through the devastation. First, she walked into the dining room.
Dreadnought and South Carolina lay unconscious on the floor, apparently having had a very even battle at some point. Michigan lay in the center of the table, which had been broken in half by her slamming into it. She still clutched an empty whiskey bottle in her hand. Then Chester's inebriated mind processed the sounds of glass being broken nearby, she stepped over the KO'd battleships to see who it was.
Exeter sat beside an overturned table, with a pile of shattered beer bottles on her right, and a stack of intact ones on her left. As Chester watched, Exeter grabbed an intact bottle and broke it against a table leg. It broke off at the neck, Exeter growled and dropped it into the pile of shattered glass before grabbing another whole bottle and repeating the process.
"Exeter? What are you-"
"Gonna stab Carolina." She broke another bottle off too short and cast it aside.
"But why?"
"Talkin' crap 'bout D-dreadnought." Chester eyed the pile of shattered bottles, it didn't look like Exeter was any closer to doing it right, and it probably would only make South Carolina mad anyway.
Leaving the Brit, Chester looked over into the kitchen. Tennessee, Nevada, and Nelson were passed out amid a pile of cans, bottles, and empty boxes of food. Salt Lake City was propped up against a cabinet beside them, still holding a slice of pizza in one hand and a can beer in the other.
Chester heard Pennsylvania's voice from the master bedroom beyond the kitchen, but she quickly tried to ignore the other sounds from in there. The cruiser ducked into the other semi-dining room and looked up to see a German, well the bottom half of her anyway, stuck in the ceiling with her legs dangling freely.
She couldn't tell if she had been going up through the ceiling or coming down through the floor. Several of the humans that had shown up where sprawled atop or under the table in here. Oklahoma had her arms wrapped around one guy in the corner, with both of them out cold as well.
Chester looked up at the German again and decided to see who she was. She meandered over to the stairs, stepping over Wasp (the younger) on the way. The stairs were remarkably clear, with only a few scattered bottles and other bits of trash on the way up.
The German was Blucher, a good girl but super nervous around Norway which was why she was in the US. She was awake surprisingly enough, looking up from her hand of cards as Chester walked up.
"Hallo Chester!"
"Are you okay?"
"Sure I am! Berwick said that I can get taller by decompressing my keel like this!"
Chester noted the County class cruiser's mad grin, "Uh huh."
Not seeing any reason to disturb them further, Chester carefully made her way back down the stairs. The battered drywall showed that not everyone had been so careful. She hung a right back into the living room, found a clear space on the floor near the TV, lay down, and went back to sleep.