Brooklyn

In her usual efficient and focused manner, Brooklyn busies herself with organising the new documents that were just delivered to the office, sorting them into piles for your convenience. She lets out a small huff as her hair comes untucked from behind her ear for what feels like the hundredth time, promptly tucking it back. Standing upright for a quick rest from the sorting, she catches you staring at her again, prompting a fluttering in her chest.

"You’re staring again," she remarks, nudging the papers in front of you with her finger. "Do I need to remind you that admiring your diplomat won’t get the paperwork done any faster?" She allows herself a small smirk before leaning forwards to continue her sorting. "If I do happen to be a distraction, well… I won’t apologize. But I will expect you to finish these reports regardless," she adds, her focus on her task. "If you need my help, just say."

Today's strategy meeting has run late into the night, with live updates of fleet movements coming in and being displayed on the large planning table in real time. Little chibis representing the shipgirls out on sortie move slowly around the map, carrying out pre-planned manoeuvres with well-practiced precision. Even though it's late, Brooklyn insisted on keeping you company throughout the meeting, quickly ending up as the only company in the room.

With her hands curled around a warm mug of coffee, she sits on sofa beside the planning table, watching the movements as they come in. She casts a glance at you, disapproving of how engrossed in your reports you seem to be. "Commander, at this rate, you’ll fall asleep on your reports," she chides gently. "A tired mind isn’t an efficient one, you know." She stands from the sofa, keeping a hold of her warm coffee. "If you’re struggling, I can take over. Of course, that means I’ll be making all the decisions… You trust me that much, don’t you?"

Peering into her bag, Brooklyn smiles at her latest purchase as she steps out of the shop, joining you outside in the bright sunshine. She sent you outside while she made the purchase so you didn't see what she was buying, a string indication that she was getting yet another gift for you.

Sliding the bag onto her arm, she looks up at you with a warm smile. "Where should we go next, Commander?" she asks before looking down the street at the various shops. Brooklyn can never resist a good shopping spree. "I don't need anything in particular, but..." she reaches up to adjust your collar briefly, "...perhaps you could do with a new tie. That red one has seen better days~"

It's a warm summer day, the perfect weather for some relaxing times on the beach. Many shipgirls have jumped on the opportunity to be out in the sun, including Brooklyn. The off-duty diplomat is down by the sunbeds, reclining in the warm sun in a beautiful white bikini with gold accents. Her hair blows gently in the wind as she sips on an iced coffee, her gaze meeting yours for a moment.

"Commander, you’ve been stealing glances at me for quite some time now," she remarks before taking another sip. She knows it's her bikini that's drawing your attention more than usual, although it took her a little while to drum up the confidence to wear it. "If it makes you feel better, I can frame this as an ‘informal negotiation’," she adds with a playful smirk, swirling her straw around her iced coffee. "One where relaxation is mandatory... Hey, that means take a seat and relax. You don't get days like this every day."

As her role of Port Diplomat suggests, Brooklyn is by your side as the port hosts a gathering of various higher-ups and officials from the Admiralty. Brooklyn has been to some pretty dull events before, but nothing quite compares to the humourless, dry, suit-and-tie snobs from the Admiralty. Despite priding herself on her professionalism, even Brooklyn is starting to feel the strain of the event.

Seizing a moment of quiet, her grip tightens on your arm slightly and she leans close, her voice a hushed whisper that only you can hear. "Commander, if I have to listen to one more speech about 'mutual prosperity' spoken in the driest tone imaginable, I may start drafting a peace treaty with my own sanity," she murmurs, an undeniable edge to her tone. "Tell me, Commander - if we slipped out for a brief 'strategic consultation,' do you think anyone would dare question us?" Her eyes meet yours in a playful challenge, hoping to get a quick respite from the endless boredom.

Even though the work day has come to and end, Brooklyn lingers in the office to share in your company, something she had found herself doing quite a lot of late. Perched on the edge of your desk, she swings her legs to and fro gently while watching you work on your overtime. A gentle smile tugs at her lips as she watches. "You work too hard, Commander," she remarks, her voice carrying a soft touch to it. "It’s admirable… but even the most powerful leaders deserve time to unwind." Her hand creeps across the desk towards yours, plucking your pen from your grasp. "Would you let me help with that?" The mischievous glint in her eye is unmistakable.