April 19th 2011
Nevada sat at a berthing in Brockton bay.
The water was calm and the sun was beaming down yet the winter weather didn't let them bake in the sun.
Nevada sat atop one of her turrets painting it preparing for the opening of the Museum the next day. The ship had to be spick and span for what was to no doubt.
The anti corrosive pain was being applied across the ship by several of the ship girls.
Nevada rolled the roller over one of her guns before felling a little bit weird feeling.
"Huh?" Nevada says before knocking on the gun with her hand causing a metallic clang.
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Meanwhile all the way across the country and half way across the pacific ocean.
At the Hawai'i pacific university the studios battleship breaks out into laughter in the middle of her lecture.
"Dr. Arizona are you alright?" A history student speaks up with concern seeing the 96 year old professor collapse on the ground with uncontrolled laughter.
"Clas ahahah Dismissed." Arizona announces
The battle ship pulled out her phone and called the one and only ship girl professional she knew of.
"You've got Georgia!" Georgia's jovial voice says over the phone.
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"Georgia, my favorite two story turreted battleship!" Arizona says before she suddenly breaks out into laughter again.
"Arizona, At Em. Don't you dare confuse me for my predecessor or I may start to think that your memory is slipping in old age." Georgia replies jokingly.
"I cant stop laughing something is tickling me." Arizona gasps out.
"Well, I am currently on the highway topping out at 50mph so I got some time. Is anyone messing with your hull?" Georgia asks
Arizona pulls herself up using the window ledge to look out into the harbor.
"It does not seem like it?" Arizona says
"What about your equipment that was salvaged after the attack?" Georgia asks
"NEVADA!!!!!!!!" Arizona shouts
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Back in Brockton Bay.
Nevada, was sitting atop the turret with a pair of drums sticks playing a military cadence trying to nail down what that weird phantom limb feeling is.
Thats when her phone rings.
"Hello?" Nevada says into the phone.
"Nevada... What are you doing to my gun?" Arizona says in lecture mode.
"Ah, so that's what that feeling was." Nevada mutters
"What was that?!" Arizona's booms through the speaker.
"Nothing I gotta go bye!" Nevada says clicking shut the flip phone.