It was a week later when Weiss Schnee officially entered Beacon Academy. The both of you were standing near a statue along the entrance pathway, along with the other students and their parents.

"Okay," you begin, reading off a list. "So… bag?"

"Check."

"Pens?"

"Check."

"Two notebooks?"

"A red one and a blue one."

"Check."

"And your laptop."

"Check."

"Good," you fold up the list and put it in your pocket. "Have your scroll?"

"Yes, I have my scroll," Weiss replies. "I'm not exactly entering a preschool, you know."

"I know," you say. "It's just… my little girl's all grown up!" you continue, feigning tears.

"Yes, dad," she says sarcastically. "Can I go now?"

"Yes," you reply. "Remember, I'll be helping out the staff as my rent. If you need me," you gesture to her scroll, "call me. Now go, you'll be late, Miss Schnee."

Weiss bows to you as she walks towards the entrance with the other students. Meanwhile, you start to head towards the staff room to get your current assignments. You check the map you've been given with, and you start to jog.

You don't want to be late for the first day of work, after all.


It was a full half-an hour later when you finally found the staff room. Beacon Academy was big; the Schnee family home might as well be your childhood home compared to Beacon.

It even has its own forest. An entire forest. With cliffs! For what purpose?!

Ranting aside, you knock at the door in front of you and open it, going inside.

"Uh, sir?" you ask the man behind the desk in the back. "I'm looking for Professor Ozpin?"

"Ah yes," the man says. "You must be the new hire."

"Technically I'm already hired sir," you reply. "I'm just paying the rent."

"I see that Jacques has rubbed off on you," the professor says. You brush off that comparison, you need to put out a good first impression. "Please, sit," he continues.

You close the door behind you and enter the room. The room itself was fairly large, with a large glass window behind the desk. On the desk was a computer, a printer, and a half-filled coffee mug on a heavily stained saucer.

Otherwise, the room itself was quite bare, with a couple of large sculptures on the large amount of floor space, a coffee machine near the table, and a globe in the corner.

"Now," Ozpin started to speak. "Before we begin, let me just say: Welcome to Beacon Academy."

"Thank you, sir," you reply. "It's a… pretty big school. Nearly got lost on the way here."

"Haha," he laughs. "I assure you, it's a lot bigger than you think it is."

You shudder at the thought. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"Now, now," he says, "there's time for you to figure out if I'm lying or not on the job."

"Yes, sir," you nod.

"Now, I'm sure I'm keeping you from your duties," Ozpin continued. He typed in a few commands in the computer and printed out a sheet. "Here is your schedule," he says, handing you the paper, then he opens a drawer and hands you a lanyard and ID. "And your identification card. This lets you go around employee areas and open employee-only doors," he continues. "I suggest you keep the card safe, as it costs 100 lien and a week's waiting period for a new one, and a copy of your schedule has also been forwarded to your scroll," he finishes

You look at the schedule: Monday's task is to clean the gym building's court area. Easy enough; while you've already seen the building from the map, it's still a finite area.

"Thank you sir," you say as you stand up from the chair. You extend a hand to shake, which Ozpin graciously returns. "I promise sir, I won't let you down."

"See to it you don't," he says as sips from the mug of coffee. "Though I do not doubt in your abilities. You have served the Schnee family after all." You go and reach the door before you remember.

"Excuse me, sir?" you ask.

"Hm?"

"What's the forest for?"

"It came with the land."

"So it's just… there."

"It's just there, yes. Sometimes the biology classes head there to study the local wildlife."

You have the feeling that it's not just there taking up space. In either case, you take your leave and head for the gym. "Enjoy your coffee, sir."

"It's actually hot chocolate, young man." he corrects. "And I will."


It took you a little over 3 hours to clean the court area. It may be a finite area, but it was a big finite area. The gym was an all-purpose one, with lines drawn for both volleyball and basketball. Two standard hoops were installed, one on each side, as well as a volleyball net stands, currently to the side.

There were also a couple of vending machines for drinks on the side, as well as chalkboards, safety padding, and other equipment you'd find in a school gym. Pretty standard stuff.

Checking on your schedule, it seems that you have an hour's break before you have to mop the main building's first floor. You drop a few lien in a vending machine for a Dr. Piper, place the mop and bucket next to you, and sit on the bleachers for a well-deserved br—

"Alright students, inside, NOW!"

The gym doors burst open, and at least 25 students entered courtside, followed by a somewhat round man with a mustache. You identify him as Peter Port, author extraordinaire, and currently the guy who's dirtying your work of 3 hours.

Well, on the bright side, if everything was clean all the time, you'd be out of a job.

"Okay, okay, let's all settle down," the Professor shouted over the students' murmuring. He brought out a chalkboard from the side. "My name , if you haven't known already, is Professor Peter Port. If you're wondering why the biology professor is also the PE teacher, well, I'm just that damn good, ha ha ha!"

How humble, you though. Then again, the Johnny Arbiter books were well-known for their exaggerated views on reality. Still, the snowmobile cliff jump was a badass scene, even more so in the Johnny Arbiter: Modern Warfare movie.

"Now, as you know, as a veteran of the Great War, me and physical fitness have a very close relationship," he continues. "Why, I remember back in training camp, me and a fellow private broke the team obstacle course record! It was more than thirty years ago back when I was a sprite young m—"

You check your watch. An hour already? You take your cleaning supplies and leave for the cafeteria.


AN: Pretty short; didn't want to squeeze the entirety of Beacon into one chapter