Game Night (Open/Mingle)

[majestic_keiki]

[Following a recent paycheck and as a way of passing time, Kei had acquired a fairly large collection of board games, but such things obviously needs other players. As such a game night is held for the pilots and support staff of Unity Group. The venue? The only place on any of the bases suitable for a large gathering possibly sticking around until late in the night - Asagi's room. Several board games are scattered across the room, taking up both table, bed and floor space, though one table is reserved for snacks. It holds a variety of different ones, centering on a large number of Kei's strange, technicolor cakes, but also featuring more ordinary ones for those without hummingbird metabolisms or who just have a sense of taste.

So what are people playing and how many friendships are ruined by brutal backstabs or lame jokes about what to give in exchange for sheep?]

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[armowrpiercing]

I painted it very carefully.

[keep_your_dignity]

SO I PRESUME.

VERY WELL. I HAVE TWO HOURS. I CAN PLAY YOUR GAME.

I'LL TAKE THE FOKKER DR I AND D VII AND THE HANRIOT. THREE VERSUS THREE. YOU'LL HAVE TO ROLL THE DICE.

[A focus on planes that were renowned for maneuverability - Kagura may not know the rules, but she clearly has a plan already. And apparently knows a bit about WW1]

[armowrpiercing]

Joys and jubilations!

Anyway, you have good eyes, major, but can you fight against my wing?

(Archie carefully pushes forward three plane with his paws. A SPAD XIII, and SE5, the cat chose the fastest fighters with the most powerful engines from the war! And more so, it's led by a SPAD XII, a prototype fighter infamous for its cannon gun. Clearly the cat loves high horsepower and massive firepower.)

I move first! I move forward and split my wing three ways.

(The cat pushes the miniature planes on the hex map toward different directions. Apparently it's trying to attack Kagura's wings from three different directions at once using its advantage in speed.)

[keep_your_dignity]

[Wordlessly, Kagura slides her miniatures. The three planes, slower, move right between the enemy vectors, climbing altitude in the way only the german triplanes ever could. It might strike the cat that from this position, his speedy craft is going to need to perform some very large and very open curves to get on the enemy's tail, while the Fokkers' wings allow them to loop on themselves easily with turn widths of less than half distance. The smaller planes are right in the middle of the uncomfortability radius of the larger planes.]