Rule by Sho't-Kal-Gimel
15206: Iku is forbidden from trying to creep out anyone visiting the submarine base by being lewd/suggestive
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon on the naval base with the heat driving most everyone indoors in an attempt to stay cool. For an unfortunate naval officer he got to trek through most of the naval base heading to the submarine pens/base to alert them that their readiness level was being increased as intel was suggesting an Abyssal fleet could be preparing to deploy.
Iku was miserably lounging in the sub pens thankful for the dark mass of cold concrete they called home when someone rapped on the steel blast door that served as the main entrance. Deciding to have some fun at the expense of whatever soul interrupted her she adjusted her swimsuit as lewdly and suggestively as she reasonably thought wouldn't result in a visit to the Admirals office and slapped on the most lewd facial expression she could come up with and went to open the door.
"Hello what do you need" she said in as inappropriate a manner as she could muster as the unfortunate officer opened the door and she stepped over the threshold.
The officer immediately went bug eyed as his mind short circuited and attempted to make sense of what the sub was doing (and minimize the risk of getting to sit through a SHARP, Sexual Harassment/Assault Response and Prevention, presentation due to the subs antics). Ultimately settling on the best course of action being to slam the door while breaking visual contact and leaving with haste. A simple plan of elegance to escape the subs questionable actions that would've worked perfectly had Iku not stepped out to give her greeting. Rather than being a quick escape the officer was greeted by the sound of the sub being smacked by the full force of the door, being thrown to the floor, and then crying out in pain as her nerves caught up with her body.
Much to Iku's now quite shaken up mind's disdain the first to arrive after the unfortunate officer she had scarred was a pack of Fletchers that had been laying in wait outside the sub pens after she had pulled that stunt earlier in the day when they had stopped by looking for some destroyer torpedoes that had been mislabelled or otherwise lost (in which case the door that had ruined her day was what saved her from the pack of Fletchers).
Later that day back in the Admirals Office Goto could only lay his head in his hand and laugh at the absurdity of it while letting out a sigh of relief that at least it was a comparatively normal chain of events compared to the usual antics. His quiet solitude being interrupted by a parrot that some visiting former Russian Empire shipgirls had brought along and left earlier in the week.