Kearsarge

Before the sun has even had a chance to rise, Kearsarge diligently and efficiently makes a start on her work in the office. She organises things into neat piles and promptly makes a start, sifting through the various papers that arrived the day before. By the time you clock in for the day, she is already half way through her tasks; as soon as you arrive, she stands and gives you a quick bow of courtesy. "Ah, Commander. Pardon me for starting work without you," she remarks, sitting back down at the desk.

She immediately returns to her work, her voice as monotone as ever. "Pay me no mind and begin with your own tasks." She hooks her foot around a box of folders on the floor and pulls it closer, quickly filing away the sorted bits of paperwork.

The office is still and quiet one afternoon - a rare moment of tranquillity that is usually impossible with the frantic back and forth of various shipgirls. However, as you return from your lunch break, your ears just about manage to pick up the faint breathing of somebody nearby. There on the office sofa, Kearsarge lies with her head on the cushion, her chest rising and falling ever so slightly. There's a faint smile on her lips as she sleeps - it's clear she has processed a lot of data today, something which always makes her happy.

Tonight is a special occasion - per your request, Kearsarge is donning her revealing bunny girl costume: black fishnet leggings and a tight white corset, equipped with an appropriately low neckline. Her vivid pink eyes flash you a daring look as she rests one hand on the pole in the centre of the stage. "Eagle Union bunny girl Kearsarge will charm you tonight, Commander," she states with a faint smirk. It's just the two of you in the whole theatre, which is to be expected given how late at night it is. Regardless, Kearsarge has been practicing for the upcoming show with New Jersey and wants to show off her moves a little.

She leans against the pole as she drapes her ponytail over her shoulder. "Don't worry, I can keep dancing as longs as you're watching my-" She pauses for a moment as she considers what exactly you might be watching. Blushing slightly at the idea, she shakes her head to clear it, albeit unsuccessfully. "Never mind..." she murmurs, placing both hands firmly on the pole as she prepares to show off.

After a relatively busy day, relaxing on the sunbeds down by the private pool is the perfect way to unwind. The air is still warm from the day and the palm trees overhead are lines with soft strings of lights, making the overall atmosphere charming and relaxing. Kearsarge pads her way over to you, wearing a sleek white swimsuit - a single piece with a zipper that runs up the centre.

Kearsarge takes a seat beside you with a smile, clearly a little hesitant. "...Does this suit look good on me?" she asks after a moments pause. "I chose it based on efficiency and aerodynamics... But you keep looking... Heh. Not that I mind."

Kearsarge works diligently right up until the clock strikes 5, signalling the end of the workday. She promptly packs her things away before heading over to your desk, leaning her hip against it slightly. "The work day is over, Commander. Now would be a good time for some conversation," she remarks very matter-of-factly.

Despite her flat tone, she seems a little nervous; she unknowingly fiddles with the corner of a sheet of paper on your desk as she thinks about earlier, her curiosity still piqued. "Commander, what was it that you wanted to tell me earlier?" she asks, her voice a little softer.

The Lunar New Year has arrived once more, with many of the shipgirls at port gearing up for the celebrations. A lot of the Empery girls have been decorating the centre of port with red lanterns and lighting, creating a warm and festive atmosphere. With the first night of celebrations finally here, many girls from all different factions are out enjoying the event, each wearing dresses inspired by their ally's culture.

Eager to collect some data - both on the event and you - Kearsarge has joined in on the festivities, wearing an elegant and sleek white dress with purple accents that match her eyes. She waits at the door of her apartment for you to arrive so that you may head to the festival together. While she waits, she tries to put on her new high heels, struggling a little with the sole.

While on the way back to the office from the docks, Kearsarge overhears a couple of other shipgirls talking about something as she passes by. Their hushed tone only makes her more curious, so she pretends to adjust her boots while eavesdropping. She doesn't catch the whole conversation, but can make out that it is about you and the distribution of your headpats. "Statement overheard: 'If he pats your head, it means he likes you.'" she whispers to herself as she stands back up and continues back to the office.

Her mind continues to process the information as she walks and she continues to mutter to herself. "...Cross-referencing data. Commander has pat my head five times this week. Conclusion... uncertain." Once inside the office, she heads over to the side of your desk, lingering close. "Commander. I have a favour to ask - I require more information."

Kearsarge has joined you for one of the formal events that are being held in the Central Hall. It's more of an opportunity for the faction leaders to catch up and bond, meaning that you are more there out of courtesy than anything. As the night drags on, Kearsarge lingers at your side more and more, keeping a track on your vital signs. She can tell you're bored and it certainly doesn't go amiss on her that your eyes have been drawn to her more than once this evening.

When the opportunity presents itself, Kearsarge steals you away to a quiet part of the hall, something clearly mischievous on her mind. "You're staring, Commander," she remarks, her hand lingering on your arm. "...I don’t mind. I like when you do." Her hand trails down your arm to lace her fingers with yours. "...If you want to appreciate me properly... we don’t have to stay at this event much longer."