"Ah, a real bed!" Ruby spun on the spot before flopping backwards onto the neatly arranged bed. After having dinner and parting ways with the elder Schnee, Qrow and Ruby opted to return to his hotel room down the street. Qrow sat himself down the couch with a grunt, arms splayed as he watched his niece roll around, messing the perfectly prepared sheets.

"Hmm, might have to work on your manners a bit before you get sent off to fancy high society," he commented with a smirk.

"Oh, cut me some slack," Ruby retorted as she nuzzled into a nest of pillows. "I've been stuck in a hospital for… jeez, five days?"

"Eh, fine… just don't come complaining to me when they kick you out for being a mannerless slob."

"But you're a mannerless slob too, Uncle Qrow" Ruby sat up with a frown.

"Hey, only when I don't feel like it… Okay, that's most of the time, but I can sharpen up," Qrow said with a smirk that quickly disappeared. "Alright, well… I suppose now's as good a time as any, now that we've got some privacy," he said, scratching the back of his head. "You're probably a bit curious, I guess, about what happened up Ozpin's office, eh."

Ruby's frown returned for a moment as she considered her uncle. "You told Weiss' dad that I saved her, didn't you?"

"Yup."

"Well, did I? I don't remember anything after... after I saw Pyrrha die," she left off lamely.

"You want the truth, right? The full, honest truth?" Qrow asked her, his gaze narrowing in focus. "You absolutely want that?"

"…Yeah. I gotta know."

"Alright, well, the truth is, Ruby… I'm not totally sure." Ruby glared at him with a twitching left eyebrow. "Oh, don't give me that, I'll elaborate. Look, here's how the breakdown went on my end. I'd just been helping Ironwood deal with some grimm when we saw a burst of light at from Ozpin's office. Like, huge, you couldn't miss it. By the time I got up there, your friend Weiss was buried under a steel beam that collapsed on her leg, and you were both out cold. You said you saw your other friend die up there. I assume someone killed her?"

"Yeah, Cinder… she'd been at the academy for a bit, ever since the Vytal festival preparations started. Black hair, gold eyes. Sorta like a really scary, human version of Blake. When I got there, I just remember, she was floating, like..."

"Like magic?" Qrow asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Well, I guess that answers the question of who was after Autumn…" Qrow said with a sigh. "Well, either way, she was long gone when I got there, it was just you two, and that frozen dragon. Damn creepy, that thing."

"Qrow, what's going on? There's a lot more to this than just a white fang attack. What was Cinder after? Why was the school destroyed for it?"

"Guess now's the time, eh…" Qrow trailed off as he pulled his flask out for a drink. "Ruby, how much was Tai for stories? You know, myths and whatnot, bedtime stories."

"Eh, a little bit. Why?"

"He ever tell you the story about the four maidens of the seasons?"

"You mean the one about four maidens who helped the old man and came to become the seasons?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Well, the truth is, Ruby, there's more to that than just myth. Those maidens, they actually exist in our world. And their power, it's a sight to behold. Imagine you could summon the power of any number of semblances, use your aura in infinite possibilities, just because you willed it? Didn't need dust, just your own power and creativity… that's the power the maidens hold. And now, that's the power Cinder holds," he finished with frown. "Cinder had ambushed the Autumn maiden a while back. We're not sure how, but she sucked out a portion of her power right then and there. By the time I got there to stop it… well, Amber was in bad shape. She'd been held downstairs here. Bottom floor, it was something Ozpin had taken upon himself to protect her. But, well… Ozpin's gone, and Amber's… gone too. Bottom line, Cinder wanted to finish the job. Get the full power of the maiden. As for what her goal after that would be? Hard to say what her actual long term goal is, but the other maidens are sure to be next on her list."

"Wait, so magic… straight up magic, that's a thing? That exists?"

"Surprised you'd take convincing, seeing as you saw it firsthand. But yeah, seems a bit hard to believe, but Ozpin got me on board. I've seen some of what it can do firsthand. And believe me, someone like Cinder having it is about the worst thing that's happened. But, what's really curious," Qrow continued, narrowing his focus in on Ruby. "Is that by all I can figure, you sent her packing on your own. Which leads me to, well, our other fairy tale. I dunno as much about this one , though."

Qrow paused to take a long drink from his flask before continuing.

"Ruby, what was the first thing Oz said to you the night you met him?"

"Uh, he said…" Ruby scrambled her brain trying to place it. "He mentioned… my eyes!"

"Yeah, silver eyes. Pretty rare trait nowadays. Pretty rare trait for a long, long time, so it goes. Supposedly, long, long ago, before kingdoms and academies, when mankind was fighting tooth and nail for survival against the grimm, it was said that those with silver eyes were special. Destined to lead lives as victorious warriors, who could strike down grimm just by looking at them. Seems pretty ridiculous…"

"Well yeah, I mean, I think I'd know if I could kill a grim just by looking at it! If I could-"

"And yet… I get to the top of that tower, and there's a giant, frozen monster, and no sign of a woman who's usurped the power of the fall maiden," Qrow finished, giving her a pointed stare. "Look, I don't know as much about this one, Ruby, it wasn't something Oz focused on as much, he was a lot more involved with the maiden stuff. But, if there's one thing I learned from him, it's that a lot of times, there's a nugget of truth, maybe more, to these old tales. You're special, Ruby. Remember that. The truth is, I don't know what you did at the tower, and the fact that you don't either is telling. There's something," he said, leaning forward, planting a pointer finger in between Ruby's eyes before pushing off. "Something special about what you did. If I knew how to help you figure that out, I would. Doctors can't figure out it out either, by the looks of it. But, I think that'll have to be something you find out on your own."

Qrow leaned back into the sofa, taking another swig.

"So… if you don't know what happened, why did you tell Weiss' dad that I helped her? I don't even know what I did!"

"Because I knew immediately who he was, Ruby. Look, I get the feeling that if your friend wants you with her over the next couple months, that Jacques has a lot more layers then he lets on. I don't know how bad a guy he is, but I know him by public reputation of his company. I saw him at the restaurant, so I figured, let's try and make a good contact. Thankfully, Glynda and Ironwood had the decency to back me on that one the next day. Besides," Qrow added. "I don't see how anything I told him is necessarily false. Something bad happened at the top of the tower, but at the end of it, you and Weiss came out of it alive."

Ruby frowned at her uncle's idea of honesty. "It still just doesn't feel right… I just wish that I knew what happened! I should know, of all people… my head just hurt so bad when I saw Pyrrha… saw her die. Agh!" Ruby flopped back onto the bed.

"Don't feel too bad, kiddo," Qrow told her as he took another sip. "It looks like we're all going to be dealing a little above our pay grade soon. With Oz… missing, I'll have to take up some of his work. Am I ready for it? Probably not," he answered with a shrug. "But I know I have a duty, and even if I have to go in half-blind, I'm in on this. As for you, for now, just make sure you get rested and help your friend. It's… nice to see you've got people you're so loyal to," he finished with a frown. "Treasure those relationships."

"But what about after that? I'm special, right? Then that means I can do more!"

"Just chill, for now, kiddo. Besides, I don't have any solid leads at the moment. But, I'm sure if the time comes, you'll figure out where to go. And, when you do, you'll want friends there with you. So, make sure Weiss gets fixed up, okay?"

"Okay…" Ruby said a bit slowly. "Hey, Uncle Qrow, I got a favor to ask you."

"Shoot."

"Can… can we go shopping for clothes tomorrow?" Ruby asked with a hint of embarrassment. "I… kinda had most of my clothes at the academy."

Qrow rolled his eyes. "Not really my thing. How about I give you some cash and you can go on your own? I got a few things to do tomorrow."

"Okay." Ruby flopped down onto the bed as fatigue began to overtake her. "Hey, Uncle Qrow?" she said, looking over at him as he lied down on the couch.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks… for, well, everything."

"Don't mention it," he said with a short wave of his hand. "Rest up, Kiddo."

It was coming up on noon the next day, as three bored girls pondered how to kill time in the hospital, when an older, white haired gentlemen arrived, decorated in a choice, white suit, tie and navy blue shirt. Weiss glanced over in trepidation when she realized that, indeed, her father had so generously decided to grace them once more with his presence. "Perfect. Now, with her ability to communicate restricted, it would be even easier for the elder Schnee to talk over her."

"Ah, good morning, ladies, Weiss," Jacques led off with an air of forced joviality. Weiss settled for a respectful nod as Blake glanced up for a moment from her book and Yang gave the man a quizzical stare. "Well," he continued with a cough. "Weiss, I just wished to have a… short chat, if possible. He strolled up and placed a hand on her shoulder as he stared up to the ceiling for a moment. "Well, first, I just wanted to say… I'm proud of you for being very strong during this, Weiss. It has been a trying time for all of us, recovering from the brutality last week." Beneath his gaze, Weiss rolled her eyes at Blake, who was glancing at her over her book. "I had a lovely chat with your friend, Miss Rose, and her uncle at the diner last night," he continued, taking his gaze down from the ceiling to look his daughter in the eyes. "She informed me that wished to have her present for a time while you recovered. I take it this is correct?" he asked, gaze narrowing slightly and his tone becoming more serious.

Weiss paused for a moment, trying best to figure out how to convey herself, before settling for another deep bow and nod of her head, subconsciously holding her breath as she braced for his response.

"Well, my daughter, I think you've a sound idea, if I say so myself!" Jacques commended her with another hand on her shoulder.

Weiss released the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, and glanced up at her father, giving him an odd, questioning look as she tilted her head slightly to the side.

"What?" Jacques asked her with a raised eyebrow. "You clearly seem to trust her a great deal, do you not?" Weiss gave him an affirmation with another nod of her head. "And she is clearly a skilled combatant. There were… many who did not survive the battle at beacon," he said with an air of darkness. "She, and you, and your friends all here," he continued, gesturing to Yang and Blake. "Survived a terrible ordeal with grimm, rogue mech forces, and the white fang," he added the last words with emphasis. "My dear, it is plain to me the world is not as safe as we'd hoped. And most of all, I want you to be safe. If Miss Rose will abide it, I see no reason to not add a skilled huntress-in-training to our security forces, even if as a temporary measure."

"Wait… you're adding Ruby as security?" Yang asked with a questioning look.

"Well, it only makes sense, does it not? She is skilled, and her character is vouched for by my daughter, as well as multiple staff members who I've… discussed with. And this way, she will be paid, and have excellent references going forward. A win-win, is it not?"

"Here's hoping you treat her better than you treat your faunus 'employees'", Blake muttered.

"I beg your pardon?" Jacques turned on a heel to the dark-haired cat girl as Weiss and Yang stared her down with alarmed glances.

"What? I'm just saying, I know how your company treats your faunus laborers," she responded to him with a severe stare.

"Why… why I'll have you know," Jacques stammered out as color began to rise in his cheeks. "Schnee Dust Company has an explicit policy against discrimination based on race, ethnicity, or creed!"

"Sure, you tell yourself that. Get back to me when your company actually follows through on that."

"Why, you!" Jacques began to bluster as he raised a finger before catching himself. "Now, now, Jacques," he muttered to himself. "Deep breathing, as Ponceau advised… deep breathing." The elder Schnee stood for a moment with his eyes closed, seeming to catch his breath after a couple seconds. "Well!" He opened his eyes and swiveled on the spot back to Weiss. "As I was saying, I think you've an excellent idea to help add additional security to the family. And, rest assured, we will do right by your friend. I do, after all, owe her that much for your return."

"Ah, excellent timing, Mr. Schnee!" The room turned to see an older man with graying hair and thick, square rimmed glasses entering the room, adorned with a white coat, pushing a wheel-chair in as he entered. . "I was hoping to catch you soon after, but since you're here, we can knock out two birds with one stone! We've got our official diagnosis for your daughter ready, if you two would care to join me in my office." He pushed up the wheel-chair and offered it to Weiss, who managed to hobble herself onto it with her one good leg. "Well, please, follow me," the doctor gestured out to the hall as Jacques got behind and pushed Weiss along, giving Blake a severe look as he passed by.

"So…" Yang started up after the three had departed their room, giving Blake a dirty look. "Blake, think you could, like, avoid pissing off my sisters' new employer?"

"What?" Blake said in her own defense. "I didn't say anything that was wrong. They treat faunus like slaves in the dust mines."

"Yeah… I know, Blake," Yang said with a sigh. "But, do you think maybe there's a time and a place to bring that up? Like, not right as he's talking about giving Ruby a job?"

"…Fine, whatever," Blake muttered, lowering her eyes back to her book.

"Blake?"

"Blaaaake?"

"Eep!" Blake squeaked slightly as her partner abruptly sat down on the foot of her bed next to her feet.

"Blake… you know I'm just trying to look out for Ruby, right? You know I do care about the faunus, right? I just… if this is going to be a thing, Ruby working for him, I want her getting off on the right foot."

Blake sat her book down with a sigh.

"Yeah, yeah… it just still feels like being blocked out, ignored. Bit of a history with that." Yang leaned forward, wrapping her left arm around Blake and nuzzling the top of her head, almost smashing her mane of golden hair onto Blake's right ear, which curled to the top of her head instinctively.

"Okay, okay," Blake stammered out, a blush rising in her cheeks. "You made your point, our door's still open."

"Mmm, just another couple seconds… I missed this, Blake."

"…Okay, fine, just a couple more seconds," Blake conceded, wrapping her right arm around her partner's shoulders.

And so it was that at that precise moment that a blonde, middle-aged man, wearing a white, button-down shirt and black vest, swung into the room by the side of the door. "Hey girls! How are you-"

"So, first off, my apologies for my general absence, I'm Doctor Nigrine," the elderly man explained as he began sorting through a pile of documents on his desk. "But, I have the utmost faith in our nursing staff, and, well, I've been a bit pre-occupied with your case, Miss Schnee," he explained to her as she sat opposite him, her father seeming to hover behind her. "Let me start with the simpler order of things, I suppose." He pulled out a couple of x-ray photographs of her knee, sliding them across to her. "Now, if you look here, and here," he continued, pointing to two lighter spots between the joint of the knee. "These are where you suffered minor sprains of both your ACL and MCL. The good news is, you suffered no fractures to any of the bone structure, and the actual damage to the tendons was minimal. As a result, we don't believe surgery will be necessary- my recommendation is physical therapy, and within 6 weeks, you should notice significant improvement in stability of the knee. In fact, if it had been either a minor sprain of just one of the ligaments, you would likely be able to walk relatively well now. Do you understand, Miss Schnee?"

Weiss glanced up from the x-ray, and nodded her head to the older doctor.

"As well, and I'm sure you've noticed, you suffered some bruising along your left thigh and along your torso. The good news is, there was no damage beyond that. Now, for the odd part…" he drifted off as he straightened his glasses at his new notes.

"So, the damage to your larynx and vocal cords," he began. Weiss immediately perked up, the doctor having her full attention. "We initially believed the damage was a result of physical trauma, likely as a result of a large and heavy object collapsing on you, as I understand it. However, our secondary scans have shown… inconsistencies with that analysis. Many of the nerves on the inside show little sign of physical damage, nor do they exhibit signs of smoke damage, which was our secondary assumption. So, I had to do some digging, and closest comparison I've been able to find was a couple patients we've had the last few years who came here suffering injuries suffered while mining dust. It's not a common injury, being that dust mining has obviously become much safer over the years," he continued, adjusting his glasses as he gave a short glance at Jacques. "As well, most dust explosions have only caused damage to surface areas, like the skin. However, we did have a couple… rambunctious sorts who evidently attempted to ingest the substance. Now, I have to ask this as a matter of procedure, but did you attempt to ingest dust, Miss Schnee?"

Weiss gave the doctor a horrified look, mouthing no while vigorously shaking her head.

"Yes, of course, I thought that seemed unlikely, given the accounts I had from those who were… at the battle. From what I understand, a dust explosion is… well, very unlikely given the circumstances. We can't verify whether there would have been a supply of dust within the headmaster's office, but we did have your weapon inspected, and it came out flawlessly, so we've ruled that out. Frankly, we're baffled as to what caused the damage if it was not dust."

"So, do you have a prognosis, then?" Jacques asked with narrowed eyes.

"Well, I can only give a prognosis based off the information we have, and even then, it's from limited data and again, we're still not entirely sure if dust would be the source of it. But, based on the records we have of the patients who came in with dust-related injuries… three of the four regained their speaking voice within 8 weeks. Two of those three regained a full vocal range within a month after that. So, based on that-"

"She'll be good and ready to go within eight weeks, then!" Jacques said, beaming as his daughter. "We're a strong, sorts, us Schnees!" He proclaimed to the doctor, placing a hand on Weiss' shoulder, who stood straight as a board in her chair at his touch.

"Yes, well, be that as it may, there's multiple procedures that can be followed to help the process along. I've a few sets that can be followed outlined here," Doctor Nigrine said, handing a clip of papers over to Jacques. "As well, as I understand it, the two of you were hoping to return to… Atlas, it was?"

"Ah, yes. Do tell, how far along are we to being able to do that?" Jacques queried him.

"Well, as I see it, Weiss is in good, stable condition, relatively speaking. Her left knee will require time to heal, but there are many options for dealing with that. Obviously , there's the chair, but crutches are an option as well, as long as you remember to avoid pressuring that knee," he added, giving Weiss a significant look. "We can also set her up with a knee brace, which will allow a transition as the knee begins healing and you wish to feel your way back. But, yes, beyond that, she is in fine condition. If you wish, we can get the paperwork ready today, and have her released tomorrow."

"Ah, excellent, excellent news indeed! Can we get that in order now, perhaps?"

"Ah, my apologies, Mr. Schnee, but I have another major case to work on over the next hour. Can you arrive back in, oh, perhaps three hours from now? I should have things cleared and ready to go then. Ah, but before you leave, what would you like arranged? The chair can be yours, but will you be wanting crutches or a brace?" Nigrine asked. Weiss thought for a moment, then nodded her head with emphasis, and mouthed both. "Very well, very well, the nurse will be in your room soon to measure your knee for the brace. Now, my apologies to you both, but I really must be on to my other case, if you will excuse me," he added, gesturing to the door.

With that, Jacques grabbed Weiss' chair and marched the two of them out of the room, clearly a spring in his step. "Well, well, a good day!" He declared. "We can soon go home! Ah, and we'll have to hunt down Miss Rose and tell her the good news as well! Now… if I remember, this is the way back, right?" He seemed a bit confused as they found themselves at a t-intersection. Weiss pointed him in the right direction. "Ah, right, of course, of course… so, are you excited to go home, Weiss?" He asked her, glancing down at her.

She looked up at him with a short face, lips pursed. Well, I suppose anything beats a hospital, but… she thought. Still, she gave him an earnest smile and nodded her head.

"You know, Weiss… I do wish to apologize. I know I've not always been a… perfect father. I've not always been there for you, and, I should have been. And, well, I know I've been severe at times, but I simply wanted the best for you, honestly." Weiss slowly cranked her head up and stared at her father with a baffled expression, like he'd grown a second head. "I mean it," he said earnestly. "I just, well, when you became heiress, I wanted you to be in the best position to succeed, which meant I didn't want to coddle you. You will need to be strong in the future, uncompromising and stout. When I demand the best from you, it's because I know you can be that. If I've been harsh, it's because I wanted to bring out your best. But… I will attempt to find a better balance," he conceded. "When I was alerted that you were in critical condition… it made me realize that even the strongest of us can be… very fragile," he concluded with a dull tone. "Something I should have known before. So, I will attempt to find a better balance. And one day, perhaps I'll get to know my daughter better, if you'll allow me."

Weiss looked down at her lap, shocked at her father's rather sudden turn. No… no, I'll believe it when he follows through on that, she thought. Still, maybe even he deserves a chance. Still, she placed a hand on his and gave him a smile and a nod.

"Good, good," Jacques muttered, reflexively withdrawing his hand for a moment. "Now, let's see, this is your room, right here, if I-"

Jacques found himself cut off as they entered the room, watching a mortified Yang burying her head into her knees as she sat curled up in her bed. Blake seemed similarly distressed as a blonde fellow seemed to be lecturing on about… virtues?

"Ah, my apologies, are we interrupting?" Jacques asked, mustache twitching inquisitively.

"Oh, no, not at all, we were just wrapping up our conversation, weren't we, dad?" Yang positively sprang up from her position on her bed, giving Yang Xialong a glare. He held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, alright, fine. We can talk about these things later, Yang," he said, giving his daughter an excessive wink.

"Ah, so, I take it, then that you are Miss Rose and Miss Xialong's father, then?" Jacques stood aside from Weiss' chair for a moment to extend a hand.

"Yeah, I'm their dad, Tai Xiao Long. Looks like Ruby got let out already, though, must've missed her," he said, taking Jacques' hand with his own.

"I'm sure she's just around town with Qrow," Yang told him. "She sent me a text last night that he had a hotel room for a couple nights still.

"Ah, damn. I was hoping to surprise you both." Tai scratched the back of his head while Jacques wheeled Weiss back to her bed. "So, you must be the famous Jacques Schnee, then?"

"Oh, I don't know about famous, but yes, that would be me," Jacques answered, beaming. "Actually, I'm quite pleased you're here, although perhaps this conversation would be more apt if Miss Rose was- ah!"

"You called?" Ruby asked, leaning against the door, holding a shopping bag in her right hand.

"Ruby!"

"Dad!" In a blur, Ruby dropped her bags and had pulled her dad into a soul-crushing hug. "You made it! What took you so long?"

"Ack, okay, alright," Tai gently pried his daughter off himself. "I was out on a mission supervising a team of students hunting death stalkers. We just got back a week ago, and, well, communications being down between kingdoms made it hard to figure out what was even going on here. You girls okay?"

"Uh, well…" Yang started lamely, giving her shank of a right arm a wiggle. "Could be better."

"Oh… my poor girl," Tai swooped in and wrapped an arm around his elder daughter.

"Hey, hey, I'll manage, Mr. Cuddles," Yang tried dislodging her father with her good arm. Tai let himself fall off and sat himself in the chair next to her bed. "I mean… honestly, no, things aren't okay, dad… but we'll manage. I guess."

"Yeah, I can see that. But hey, that's why I raised a tough pair of girls, right?"

"Right," Yang affirmed to him with a swift and firm punch to the shoulder.

"Ahhh, jeez…I'll say," he complained, rotating his shoulder around. "Oh, my bad, Mr. Schnee, you were saying something? Sorry, just got a little caught up here," he asked, turning his attention back to Jacques.

"Yes, right, well, you see, my daughter has a couple, rather severe injuries, and was hoping your Ruby would accompany us back to Atlas while she recovers. Weiss clearly trusts her greatly, and with the white fang growing bolder each day, it behooves me to bolster my home security. To put it plainly, I would like to offer Miss Rose a short term job as security, for Weiss. I felt it would only make sense to offer her fair pay if she were to accompany us back. But, I was hoping to find your approval. How does this find you?"

"Huh, a job? Well, I mean, Ruby's old enough to make her decisions now. And, well, Beacon's going to take time to get back on its feet anyways. If that's what Ruby wants…" he trailed off, giving Ruby a glance.

"Oh, uh, yeah! I mean, me and Weiss are partners! Whatever she needs, I'm there!" Ruby gave Weiss an exaggerated thumbs up, causing the younger Schnee to roll her eyes at the childish gesture.

"Well, I mean, I think that settles that," Tai added. "Just gotta add the usual parent stuff, you know. Take care of her and all that. But, I don't think I'll have to worry about Ruby coming back with a negative review, right?"

"Of course not!" Jacques puffed up just a bit at the insinuation. "She will be an employee, but she will also be an honored guest. You have my word, Sir Xiao Long."

"Alright, well, that settles that. Looks like you girls have already made plans without your old man," Tai said with a hint of sadness.

"Wait, did you make plans already, Yang?" Ruby asked her sister.

"Oh, uh, yeah… I guess you weren't around for that, were you?" Yang responded with perhaps just a touch too much cheer. "Well, Blake and I decided I'd go with her to her home in Menagerie. Visit family, see the sights, figure things out from there," she added nonchalantly.

"Wait, so does that mean you guys made up?"

Tai opened his mouth and Yang immediately put her hand on it. "Oh, yup. Yeah, we worked everything out. Right, Blake?" Blake rolled her eyes at Yang's antics.

"Yup. Best friends again."

"Well, if you girls need anything, just let me know. I can stay in town for a few more days before I need to head back," Tai told them.

"Well, on that note," Jacques piped up. "We've received excellent news from the doctor. Weiss will be discharged tomorrow, so we can leave by tomorrow around noon, if we get things set up with the airship."

"Oh… wow, I guess things'll be going pretty fast, then," Ruby said with a hint of deflation to her tone.

"Such is the way of things," Jacques declared. "But worry not, I'm sure you'll love it in Atlas."

"Alright, well if we've got one day left here, we're gonna make the best of it. TEAM ACTIVITY!" Ruby proclaimed to the heavens. With a flourish she pulled a large box out of her shopping bag. "Who's ready to get crushed in four player chess?"

A/N:

Howdy, y'all. My apologies about the delay in update - I was out of state for a wedding last weekend, and my week seemingly ate itself out of nowhere. Hope you all had a good father's day. If your Dad is still around, doing his best(even if he's embarrassing you to death in the process), try to let him know you appreciate it. Never know when you might lose that chance. So, go to a game with them, or buy them a beer, or something simple even. Let'em know. Cheers, Dad, wherever you are.

Once again, thanks for the kind words, follows and favorites. It helps, thanks.

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