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Yeeeeaaaah buddy. Time for another story! Already? Yush. This one is going to be.. *scrolls down the 25-something ideas on his Notepad app* Ooh how about that. I think I might be able to fit this into a oneshot actually. A long one but a oneshot nonetheless. Hope you guys like Bumblebee!

... *just cackles in a knowing way*

First things first, get a few critical (sorta) details out of the way. Completely modern AU. No White Fang, no Grimm, no Dust, no Huntsmen or Huntresses, maybe some references by name but other than that.. Yeah. Also, rated T for implied naughty things and alcohol consumption. One of these days I'll write something K or M rated but playing it safe here. Next, Atlas. I'm embellishing/making up some stuff here but roll with it. Like geography compared to how it is in Remnant, the style. etc. Also, Blake and Adam are siblings. Just because. Finally, possibly minor OOC. Not sure. With that said.. Umm.. Oh crap I didn't think of a title before I started this. Be right back.

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There, I think that's fitting. So anyway welcome to Golden Spark, featuring an artistic Blake and a modeling Yang! Yeah this is gonna be fun. Title is a thing based on Yang's 'goldiness' (okay yeah that one isn't a word) and spark comes from the term 'creative spark'. So Yang's sorta her shiny creative spark. You'll see what I mean, it makes sense.

Standard disclaimer, I don't own RWBY or any of its characters, settings, or ideas. I didn't do one for the last two stories I don't think but I should have.


It was a dark and stormy night along the somewhat empty stretch of road leading towards Atlas. City of fame and fortune, high society, and celebrity business.

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Okay notsomuch stormy but indeed very dark with the thick and heavy clouds looming overhead. A single car was rolling down that road, a black Chevy Camaro driven by an equally black-haired brunette with glimmering yellow eyes. Blake Taurus was her name but she went by 'Belladonna' via signatures on her art. Or she would. Was going to!

..Not many knew it since she was still in the process of creating something she'd be willing to put out for people to see, for the young woman was only an aspiring artist at the moment. Right now Blake was headed for Atlas to find a muse among the bright lights, glitz, and glamour. Surely she'd be able to pick up an eyecatching piece? Perhaps a dazzling display to sketch or a person with enough photogenic 'pizzazz' that wouldn't mind modeling for her?

The back seat was loaded with art supplies and boxes, having taken some essentials for her stay in the big city. Her brother Adam had lent her some money to go stay in a hotel for a bit while she explored and searched among the sea of stars so she wasn't really moving. It was more of a brief trip.

"Pay me back when you're famous. Hm." The woman chuckled. That was funny coming from a man who currently had people lining up for auditions for a live performance of his bestselling novel, 'The Forest of Grimm'. Cited for its interesting characters and how many of them wore rather eccentric masks, as well as its unconventional story.

She'd sport a small smile thinking of a particular scene, the farmer girl with the red cloak fighting off a pack of wolves with a long harvesting sickle in order to protect a lost princess. That smile suddenly faded when she heard the car shut off and felt it start to decelerate. How..? She was absolutely certain there was nothing wrong with her- well technically Adam's car. That's when she remembered..

"I forgot to fill the- Dust dammit!" Blake growled, facewheeling. IE bonking her head against the wheel once. The sudden blare of the horn had her jump right back up and curse before veering the Camaro off to the side of the road and rolling to a stop. How had she forgotten something so simple and yet crucial as fill the gas tank before she left?! Vale and Atlas weren't exactly close by. Not extremely far but pretty distant. A good several hour drive.

And she wouldn't have to look to know there were no jerry cans in the trunk. He didn't like keeping fuel canisters in the car. Made it smell and too risky in case of an accident.

"Just great.." The woman grumbled, reaching into her purse to retrieve her cell phone. At least that had been taken care of before she left on her little expedition and a car charger brought along just in case. Once her vehicle was unmoving and in park Blake opened her door to step outside and hopefully contact someone who could do her a big favor and either bring her some gas or pick her up.

Closing it back with a bit of a rough shove she then flipped her phone open, leaning against the door and brushing onyx locks out of her face. Blake was a bit casual for where she was going but not without a few touches. Designer glasses adding a tint over bright yellow irises peeking from below a dark purple beret, a black longsleeve shirt with a few white bands around the midsection and a pair of khaki jeans. Stupid brother, telling her she wouldn't be able to talk to anyone dressed like a mime..

A few minutes passed in silence. Her friend Sun didn't answer, probably busy putting a new stamp on someone. He'd done one of her tattoos himself of a rather cool looking wolf head on her upper back. Probably best not to interrupt someone while they were working.. After all he kept his shop open rather late so looking at the time he was probably still there.

Then there was Neptune. Owned a surf shop right at the edge of Vale. Funnily enough he had hydrophobia so he never got in the water himself. He was probably asleep.. Her brother she knew would probably be far too preoccupied at this time of night and too far away anyhow if he wasn't. Who else to call..? ..She despised the idea of calling a certain other man. Roman.. From the constant unwanted advances to the catcalls and wolf whistles he sent her way, that would be one of the last options considered. Still.. He was reliable when you needed him and aside from those tendencies was a decent enough person. Blake was still scrolling through her contacts when she felt something touch her head. Looking up and around revealed nothing so the woman paid it no mind and continued. Another touch. Okay now..

Then when a single bubble appeared on her phone's screen she realized it was starting to rain. Juuust great. As if things weren't bad enough already. Well the forecast HAD called for storms later on but it'd been assumed that when they hit she'd be indoors. "Exactly what I needed.. Guess I'm going to be here for awhile." Conceding to the rapidly increasing precipitation Blake yanked her door open and jumped inside.

Well she would have anyway if it wasn't locked. Force of habit. Adam had a bit of a complex when it came to his sister. Almost overbearingly so. The house was always locked even if they were both home, the car as well. It'd become second nature to lock behind herself when she got in or out of either. With a sigh and a flick of now damp black locks Blake reached into her pockets. ..No. Nope. Not there. Other pocket maybe? Wait did she ever turn the switch off and take out the- Oh no. Nonononono.

There they were, dangling in the ignition from where she left them. First the fuel, now her damn keys. She was never this scatterbrained before. Maybe the prospect of getting out to the big city had jarred her and put her on a bit of an edge. Feeling the increasing pace of rainfall the woman placed both hands on the roof and thunked her head on the part just above the window.

"Gods!" With a brief exclamation she slapped her hands down and turned around, sliding down to the asphalt and leaning back against the door. It had picked up so much now that in the span of the next minute she was soaked to the bone, her hair a mess and a chill all over. Shivering, all she could do was whine and grumble and lament and other such things.

Fate was fickle, for there was no end in sight that she could see even as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Pretty soon she also heard thunder and saw the flashes of distant lightning. Not in that order of course.

Flash. ... ... ..Rumble.

About a quarter hour later..

Flash. ... ..Rumble.

It was headed her way. Fantastic. Too bad she couldn't just hide under the car or run to some nearby shelter. It was one of those roadtrip stretches, nothing in sight but the distant horizons, some plants and signs, and about a metric crapton of dust. As Blake sat there and banged the back of her head a few more times something came into view on one end of that distant horizon.

Fickle indeed, for a rather beautiful looking yellow and black Ford Mustang was flying down the road. Apparently the driver was in a rush and ignoring the potential danger of hydroplaning. Probably wouldn't notice her.. And right on by it went. Awesome. With a full body shiver Blake held her arm over her phone and began running through the contacts again. Desperate times called for desperate measures, beggars can't be choosers, other phrases to justify what she was about to do.

Or not. Before it was even a football field's length away the brakes were put to the floor. Really this person either had a death wish or just didn't think. Or they had some really good tires. Either way after it came to a screeching stop it started to reverse, flying back and coming to a halt right beside her Camaro. Then the passenger door came flying open, a woman's voice calling out.

It took a few seconds for this to register withthe driver calling again when she didn't answer. "Hey are you deaf?! Get in!" Without a word Blake jumped up and ran to the side, apprehensively looking inside of what was apparently a blacklight illuminated interior. A rather nice interior actually. Leather seats, a steering wheel with twisting dragons, fuzzy red and black dice hanging from the rear view mirror, classic eightball gear shift handle.. The works, basically.

"Oh my dust forget about the seat, just get in already!" Well if she insisted Blake wasn't going to argue.. Ducking into the passenger seat she plopped down and swung the door shut. The Mustang peeled out and started back down the road as she made a mental note of where the car was sitting and to send a message later to her brother, or call a tow truck before it got busted into/stolen. Both actually. Now that she was inside and right next to her apparent savior Blake could get a better look.

And oh what a look(er). Thick and long yellow blonde hair that looked almost like gold, mysterious lilac eyes, a pair of yellow ring bracelets before a pair of black gloves.. Brother she definitely lifted too for she had some solid muscle from what Blake could see thanks to her bared midriff and biceps. A sleeveless yellow mini-tank just slightly too big to be a sports bra, black jeans, a studded belt and black platform boots. Not to mention, well, let's just say if they got in a wreck thanks to her crazy driving there was more then one set of airbags on her side of the car..

Her face was a bit contorted in concentration, glancing between what looked like a GPS by the gear shift and the road ahead before relaxing. A glance was spared to the 'hitchhiker' then back to the road, then once again before breaking into a broad tightlipped grin. "Y'know you picked a really bad time to lock yourself out of the car."

"Ah. W-Well see I- Er.. Yes I did." Blake was a bit speechless, half from the fact she had hit the nail right on the head and half because she was still staring awkwardly at the woman. Not that she could help it. She was hot.

"Really? Lucky guess then. So what's your name stranger? I'm Yang. I'd tell you the whole thing but it's Xiao Long." The blonde chuckled. She would have found that humorous in a different situation but instead Blake stumbled a bit before blurting out. "B-Blake."

"Blake huh? ..I guess you look like a Blake." "H-Huh?" "Never mind, so what's the deal? How come you're headed to Atlas?" "How-?" "Ooh two for two! Third time's the charm, let's see.." Yang slowed down a little bit, looking over at Blake and taking her turn to examine her. She was rather cute. Pretty eyes and that hair looked so silky soft..

"Hmm. Well the only people I ever see wear berets are either military or painters and I doubt a special forces commando would be stuck outside of their car in the middle of the rain sooo.." The brunette grumbled and replied that she was indeed an artist. Mostly sketches and oil based painting. That elicited a whoop from Yang and a fist pump.

"Haha! Still got it!"

Blake couldn't help but crack a tiny smile that time. Her enthusiasm was contagious. Pleasant since her current circumstances kinda.. Weren't. "Y-Yeah. I'm headed t-to Atlas. I'm trying to f-f-find a s-spark for my-" She was interrupted by something being placed on her front and the sound of the heater kicking on. A dark brown duster that smelled a bit like the owner. Not that she could help but pick it up when it had fallen right over her face.

"You don't have to put it on if you don't want to but at least bundle up. I'd hate for you to catch a cold." Yang said before then leaning over and flicking on the radio. Or rather her CD player. What sounded like Over The Clouds started playing and with a single twist had the volume down so they could still talk. Wrapping the duster around herself Blake nodded and thanked her, not just once and not just for the jacket but for picking her up.

"Huh? Oh don't sweat it. I couldn't just leave a pretty kitty like you out in the cold rain like that. Besides who knows when someone else might be by. Or what kind of person they might be. Your mom didn't tell you to be careful of strangers?" Yang had been joking but when Blake turned away to stare out the window a pang of guilt came over her face and she apologized, eyes back on the road.

"It's fine. I really appreciate this Yang. Umm, just drop me off at the closest gas station or whatever and I'll call for a cab if nobody answers my calls." "Nope." Yang replied, popping the P. "You're coming home with me kitten. We'll get you out of those rags and into something dry." She almost wanted to snip back that her clothes weren't rags but with how drenched they were.. There really wasn't a case to.

"You don't have-ha, ha, haCHOO!" Blake let out a sneeze, apologizing and thanking Yang again as she passed her a napkin. Then she raised an eyebrow. The woman was offering to take her home..? As much as she wanted to simply agree Blake wasn't sure if that'd be the best idea. Then again this person didn't seem so bad. Not as if she were some kind of serial killer who drove up and down the road for their next hitchhiking victim to pick up.. Right?

"Sheesh, already sneezing and sniffling. That settles it." Not really, in fact technically that was kidnapping but whatever.

"Do I get a say in this?"

"Nope." Another pop. "Besides if you try to wait it out for a cab or a tow truck to come pick you and your car up you're definitely gonna catch a cold. Hard to draw if you're sneezing all the time right?" Well she had a point.

"I.. Alright. If you're so determined I guess I can't say no."

"Any more objections lady?" Yang asked with a smirk, her lilac eyes full of mirth. Definitely contagious. Blake sighed and shook her head, leaning against the window. The rain was pouring down just about everything it had but at least she was starting to feel a little warmer between the jacket and the heater.

Music continued to play softly in the interior of the Mustang as it raced down the road. For the remainder of the trip, which took another hour and a half or so, things were relatively quiet aside from the bit of chitchat they did. Blake told Yang about how she was heading to Atlas because she just couldn't find what she was looking for in her first public piece back in Vale thus she borrowed some money and her brother's car (one of them anyway) for the trip. Yang of course found it amusing that she not only ended up forgetting to fill the gas but forgot her keys when she got out as well. Attributed it to nerves, it happens.

Then it was Yang's turn, and much to Blake's wild surprise to find out she was actually a model. Posed for photography and live drawings she said. How convenient such a bombshell was already experienced with the very thing she'd been searching for, though she was too embarrassed to come out and ask her if she'd possibly consider posing for her. The blonde did make a joke in passing about it but the poor artist was just too shy to comment so the subject faded out in favor of other things.

Right at the last minute mark the city of Atlas finally came into view, and oooh what a view it was. A sprawling metropolis of neon lights, spotlights, multicolored lights, lights lights lights. Skyscrapers and vistas, classy hotels and stylish restaurants, a grand casino around the heart.. It probably cost several paychecks worth of Lien to stay in a place like that, at least in terms of what Blake was currently making.

"Flashy enough for you? Welcome to Atlas. City of dreams, lights, and style. I'm Yang Xiao Long and I'll be your tour guide for this trip." Yang exclaimed as they went off onto the exit ramp, rolling into their destination. Blake was nearly blinded by the sight and currently awestruck at all of the things around her, even with the tinted windows. Good lord did the people here ever sleep? "Oh if it weren't for the storm this place would be jumping and thumping, trust me." Apparently not.

It was only another half hour before they reached Yang's house. House being a bland way to describe the incredible beach house the woman had right at the shore where the sea stretched from Atlas to the distant continents of Vacuo and Grove. Moreso islands for the latter but that wasn't important.

All exposed in the back section thanks to glass walls, a large pool and plenty of furniture outside the two story piece of paradise before the wooden balcony and a small alcove just under.. From what Blake could see on the way in there was a widescreen HDTV that stretched from maroon carpet floor to painted white ceiling with a couch in front of it and a dresser/refrigerator on either side. There- Jeez this place made her apartment look like a cardboard box in comparison. Probably 3-4 bedrooms, two baths..

The car pulled up to the garage door, opening via a remote Yang had sitting on the dash and closing behind them after they scooted forward. The ceiling light flickered on shortly after, the car parked and shut off as the driver gathered her things and filtered through her purse for her keys. "Welcome to Yang's casa del dragon de oro." Both females exited the car with Blake casting a glance back at the damp seat and biting her lip. The other seemed to catch this and reassured her by patting her shoulder and then gently gripping her forearm to try and pull her towards the door.

"Relax. It's not a big deal." "S-Sorry, you can bill-" "Nope." Dust this woman was an obstinate saint.. Blake took a look around at the garage's interior as they went around the car. A workbench with what looked like a few firearms, mostly hunting shotguns and rifles along with a display case, a long toolbox and boxes of car parts.. Apparently she was quite the mechanic on the side. "Hey, chop chop. I don't want you to be in those wet clothes any longer than you have to. In fact lemme go get you a towel and I'll walk you to the shower room.. You can just hang the jacket on the hook right there next to the keys." Yang said, thumbing at a small rack by the door where several other odds and ends were hanging.

"Sh-shower room?" "Unless you wanna drip dry and sit next to a radiator." The look on Blake's face was priceless and the blonde would've sworn she saw steam coming from her cheeks. This person took her home from out of the rain, was offering to clothe her and let her shower off.. What was next? An invitation to- "Cause I'm not letting you sleep in my bed wetter than a used mop, sorry kitten but the car seats are one thing." Oh there it was.

"Wh-Wh-Achoo! Ugh. What?!" Blake exclaimed. Yang simply rolled her eyes and smiled. Really now this was starting to seem suspicious. Was she really one of those fabled 'good samaritans' she'd heard about or was the woman about to steal her organs and leave her in a hotel bathtub full of ice?

"Ears full of water?" Yang giggled, stepping inside and disappearing after calling out that she'd just be a minute. This left a stupefied Blake to stand there until then, hanging the duster on the wall once she came back with a bright yellow bath towel and wrapped it around her. "Alright, don't be shy now. Come on in!"

"Surely you can't be serious." The brunette said, going ahead and kicking off her shoes and socks since they were also soaked.

"I am serious and it's Yang, not Shirley." "Huh?" "Movie joke. This way!" With that Yang again took her forearm- or rather her hand and lead her in. The place looked even bigger on the inside, first through the kitchen (the table currently cluttered with what looked suspiciously like cookie dough and such) and then through that well furnished living room and into an adjoining hallway. From there she could see two side by side rooms and another across from it, the end likely leading to a rec room. "Go on in. I'll pick your clothes up later and toss 'em in the wash."

"Wh-Why are you- You don't have to be so nice Yang.. Stopping to pick me up was one thing but all this.." Blake said, stopping just before that third room. Guess it was some kind of main shower/bath because she could see tile and amusingly enough, a corgi print shower curtain. The blonde looked a bit confused, not really understanding why the other was apprehensive.

"That's my decision kitten, I mean I couldn't just drive on by and leave you like that. I'd feel terrible! Plus, you're kinda cute so I figured why the heck not. It's not a big deal anyway, helping someone in need. Would you rather be stuck at some dingy stop or still out in the rain? That's kind of a downgrade in my opinion."

True enough and she supposed that was an acceptable answer. That comment of her being cute had the tips of her ears burning and it didn't take any more ushering for her to slip inside so she could hide the fact. As she glanced around the interior of the bathroom Yang mumbled something being glad 'she' was gone so she didn't have to hear quips about 'picking up a stray'.

"What's the deal with all the cat jokes?" Blake turned to ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh? Oh, you seem like a cat person to me. Speaking of which I should probably warn you we do have a dog. His name's Zwei. He's in my room right now but if you wanna meet him later, well he's really friendly. I'm gonna go find you something dry to wear so go ahead. Try not to slip when you get out either. Wouldn't want you to hit your head and Blake out." Yang snickered, that raised eyebrow coming back down in exchange for pursed lips and crossed arms.

"You think you're punny don't you Yang?"

"Yep! I've been in the business for Xiao Long I can't remember." Good lord..

"You're insufferable."

"Sorry kitten, I'll stop."

"Thank you." Blake said with a small chuckle.

"No problem. Oh and Blake." "Hmm?" "Just in case, you need my help in there?" "N-No! I'll be fine!" She exclaimed, ears bright red again.

"Okay good, beclaws I know cats don't like water and-" *click*

Pushing against the door, Blake could only scowl and shake her head as she heard the other woman walk back down the hall making no effort to restrain her raucous snickersnorting. Despite her terrible humor the brunette couldn't help but crack another smile before turning and undressing. Oh that hot shower sounded so good right now..

It was only a little bit later that Yang came back for her wet clothes leaving a small pile of dry ones on the counter for her. By then Blake was already fully relaxed, steam filling the entire bathroom. She was free to use any of the supplies in there and after perusing the available options quickly lathered and rinsed her hair. Then she spent another good half hour just immersing herself in the heat. All good things must come to an end though so after the shower the woman stepped out and redressed, wrapping the towel around her head. A pair of- It seemed she left a note on top. The brunette picked it up and began to read to herself.

"Hope these will be to your liking! We're about the same size give or take so I figured you can borrow some of my clothes. None of my tops are gonna fit you though heheh, afraid you'll have to borrow one of my sis'." Folding it up and setting it aside the woman then unfolded the items. A loose fitting white tank and a set of black and red camo fleece pajama pants, not to mention some underwear. Good enough since there was no way she was fitting into Yang's..

Blake then left the room, clicking off the light. Right across the hall where one of the doors was open she saw her, already changed into a similar yellow ringer t-shirt of black and yellow with solid black pajama pants. "Hey hey, finally done huh? Feel better now?" She asked with a smile. "A lot, thanks." "C'mere, sit with me."

Guess the grand tour could wait. After stepping into her room which surprise surprise, king size mattress, a long wooden dresser with another flatscreen TV on it, a computer in the corner on a writing desk, what looked like an adjacent bathroom (this must be the master bedroom, Blake thought to herself), a closet.. Just how much did she make..? She sat down next to the golden blonde at the edge of the bed, a bit curious as to what she wanted to talk about. Moreso after Yang's expression changed from cheery to a bit apologetic.

"You okay Yang?" "Yeah, umm.. Look." She turned to face her, legs crossed and hands on her knees. "I'm sorry about dragging you out here or if I've come off as a bit overbearing. It's just that.. You got my note right?" Blake nodded. "Well my sister hasn't been home in a while 'cause she's been traveling for work, or looking for work anyway, so I've just been a bit lonely without her here. I don't have too many friends that live close by so when I saw this attractive damsel in distress rolling down the road-" "Stop."

The brunette cut her off with a raised hand and a forlorn look on her face. "I do appreciate the kindness you've shown me, and I can't thank you enough, but you don't have to feel bad about it. I don't mind, honest. If I did I would have said something before we got here." That look shifted to a smile, putting Yang at ease and causing her to let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Alright.. Well, unless you're in a rush I uh.. You wanna stay the night? I mean it's still raining cats and dogs-" "Yang!" "That was entirely unintended! Scout's honor!" She exclaimed, holding up both hands.

"But yeah, if you really want to I could take you wherever you're headed or at least somewhere you can have your car taken to." It wasn't glaringly obvious but the tone in her voice and traces in her face hinted that she didn't really want Blake to take that option. Truth be told everything else aside, Blake didn't want to so the woman shook her head.

"I think I'd rather stay here if that's alright with you. I can sort everything else out in the morning." "Yes! Uh- I-I mean-" The poor blonde was rapidly turning pink because of her joyous outburst. Serves her right for earlier.

"Cool. So umm, I guess I'll take the couch and-" "Nope." Pop. Another habit it seemed, doing that. "I'm not putting you on the couch. If you want you can take my sister's bed long as you don't mess anything up in there. Or if you want you could sleep in here with me. It's not like we have to squish together since it's a king size, unless you want to~"

What was glaringly obvious by this point is that Yang was quite the playful flirt. Either that or a big tease. No matter.. If that's how she wanted to play..

"Fine. We'll sleep together."

"Her- Wha-What?" Oh how fun it was to serve someone a taste of their own medicine.

"In the same bed. I'll take one side and you'll take the other. Or do you still have water in your own ears?"

"Ooh cheeky. And people say it's unlucky to have a Blake cat cross your path. Haha, get it? ..What? Something on my face?"

Oh there was about to be something on her face alright.. After a completely blank and unblinking several second stare the brunette reached past her and grabbed a pillow, smacking Yang right in the side of the head. With girlish laughter she reciprocated, taking one in each hand and giving her a double whammy knocking the towel off and thus freeing her cascading onyx locks. Which she noted the smell right away as her sister's shampoo.

That pillow fight lasted for who knows long before they both fell back exhausted, calling a mutual ceasefire and fixing the bed up once they managed to catch their breath. Soon after the two of them nestled in under the blankets, the hard pitterpattering of rainfall lulling both women into slumber.


Coming to you live from Coral Springs, FL (by the time this gets uploaded or maybe not) around 4:25 in the morning.. My newest work! I'll be honest I'm not 100% satisfied with it. Maybe 90%. I took off 5% because I don't know if I did as good as I could with it, and another 5% to spite my brain (that guy is such an asshole) for turning this planned oneshot into what I'm positive is gonna be a twoshot with an epilogue piece. Joke's on him because I already know my next work after this (according to schedule, not set in stone FYI, we don't open until Friday so that leaves plenty of time..) will be a oneshot, and a potential two/threeshot sequel in separate. Basically one of those pieces that works as a standalone but really the starter for another miniseries. There'll be some supernatural bits involving a vampire and a werecat (not together), some citrus *insert George Takei's 'Ooooh my' quip*, and I hope to at least get the oneshot out before/on Friday.

There's probably something else I'm forgetting but it's like 4:33 AM now so shoot me. I hope you guys and gals enjoy!

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