Double chapter, going up.
Intermission 2
Everybody found themselves back at the luxurious club completed comfy furniture, large TV screens, a bar, everything a high-end club would possess. Those who have never been here before couldn't help but stare around at the place, marveling at the architecture and features.
"Enjoy yourself for the time being. You may do as you please, but violence is not permitted here. Call us if you wish for any additional accommodations." That particular sentence was directed at Ozpin's group. "We shall leave you be, for now."
And with that, everybody could feel the Hosts' presence leave the room. However, they knew they were still being monitored in some capacity, or at the very least aware of each of their actions.
"Ah! Back here again!" Roman stretch his arms and waves for Neo to follow him. "Let's go, Neo. Time to do some exploration and sampling of this fine establishment."
Neo nods and skips off with her partner in crime, spinning around to mock the huntsmen and huntresses. Since nobody can square off with one another, it's pointless to make any attempt to restrain the other, leaving only taunts and verbal abuse as their only weapons of choice should they wish to use it.
Ironwood and Winter glare at the criminal pair, reluctantly taking their eyes off of their adversaries with some difficulties. They have bigger things to discuss. A lot of things to discuss.
"Ahem! If you excuse me, I must go read up on the histories of other worlds! They are so fascinating!" Oobleck zips out of everybody's line of sight, seemingly to know where he should go.
"Ah, there goes Barty." Port chuckles to himself, "Well, Professor Ozpin. I will be keeping watch over Barty. Can't leave him all alone least he falls deep into his mind again! Now, let's see if my tracking skills have dulled."
Ozpin bid his employee a temporary farewell before turning to his inner circle. "Shall we? I'm sure there's a lot of things we would want to get off our chest."
"Too many, if you ask me." Glynda huffs.
Ironwood nods and turns to the Ace-Ops. "Clover. Consider you and your team on leave for the time being. I'll call everyone over for debriefing once I've finished."
"Yes, sir!"
Situated behind Ozpin and Glynda was Qrow, who is currently in a staring match with his twin sister, Raven. The Branwen twins weren't the only ones included in the glaring match. Tai Xiao Long was standing to the side with his arm crossed with a serious look on his face. Despite being cheerful and outgoing in the theater, Tai is still somewhat sore about Raven leaving him and their daughter, Yang.
Stuck between the three glaring adults was Vernal, who felt very trapped.
Ozpin steps up and puts a hand on Qrow's shoulder, "Qrow."
"Yeah. I heard ya. I'll stay out of Rae's hair and let Tai sort things out." The man manages to catch a glimpse of Yang, shooting glances at her biological mother. "Damn… And Yang too."
"As Ozpin requested a room that none can listen, witness, nor know what occurs within these isolated dimensions. Your request has been granted. We shall move you to the location."
Ozpin and his inner circle of trusted colleagues disappeared in a blink of an eye, whisk away to another dimension to discuss the matters that concern Remnant.
"Tsk. Typical." Raven clicks her tongue and turns to face Tai. "Let's get this over with. Vernal, go do whatever you want."
Vernal eagerly backs away from the former married couple. "Got it."
On the other spectrum, the Ace-Ops were surveying their surroundings, aimlessly exploring and tasting some of the food and drinks that the dispensers provided. Being military Special Operatives, they couldn't help but try to get a grasp of their surroundings before settling in despite being assured that it was unnecessary and pointless.
Maria and Pietro were in what seems to be in the lounge room, catching up on old times while Robyn reclines on a couch and flips through several channels on the wide TV screen.
Lastly, Cinder and her group decided to hang out with the rest of the huntsmen and huntresses-in-training for the time being, along with Zwei. Once the Ace-Ops rolls around, they will be striking up a conversation with the Ace-Ops to gather intel on them.
"Sorry about Nora." Ren apologized to Oscar as he intercepts Nora's outreaching hand with his entire body.
"I-it's alright." Oscar nervously rubs the back of his head, feeling slightly uncomfortable being surrounded and in the spotlight.
"Are you hurt?" Ruby asks him.
"No. I actually didn't feel a thing."
Sun blinks, "Really? It looked like you had taken the brunt of it. At least from where I was sitting."
The amount of energy that Nora exerted when she crashed into him would have definitely been felt. If it weren't for the strange laws within this dimension, he would have been feeling the impact. Sadly, it did nothing to relieve him of his shyness and awkwardness.
"It might be that no violence rule preventing us from hurting each other." Coco deduces. "So, anyway. I'm Coco. Leader of Team CFVY. These three are my teammates: Fox, Velvet, and Yatsuhashi. They don't normally talk that much."
"That's not… True." Velvet retorts meekly. It was true that they weren't outspoken like Coco.
All the huntsman and huntress cadets follow suit, introducing themselves and their team.
"I'm Oscar. I work as a farmhand on my aunt's farm. It's uh… Nothing remarkable. Nice to meet everyone."
"Farmhand, huh?" Yang raps her fingers on the table. She was starting to become impatient, wanting to talk to her mother. "How did you get pulled into another dimension?"
"That's what I've been asking myself ever since I got here."
Nora suddenly gasps, coming to a plausible theory. "Maybe you're Ozpin's illegitimate son!" Her theory caused all the students to stare at her with a decent dose of skepticism. "Think about it! One of the viewings had Oscar using Ozpin's cane! You know, the one that the professor always brings with him!"
"Um… That's not possible."
Oscar raises a hand to refute that, but Nora has already overpowered Ren and was hugging the farm boy tightly.
"Don't worry! We'll help you reunite with your father when we return to Remnant!"
"That is an unfound assumption!" Weiss retorts, "And let go of him. Can't you see you're making him comfortable?"
"You know, that kind of rumor mill will have Glynda cracking down on the entire student body." Coco shivers, along with several other students. "Might the rumor even more believable, but still."
"But that does bring up the question of how he is connected." Blake spoke up, "Even if the viewing is from an alternative reality, it doesn't change the fact that there's some connection he has with Beacon's headmaster."
Cinder nods, deciding to participate in their conversation. "Our Hosts did mention something about the past and future." Maria and Oscar arrived together. The past and future. "If I were to guess, Maria is the past. You're the future."
"But future of what?"
"I guess we'll find out someday." Cinder muses to herself. She already made some arrangements that might be acted upon if the information they have is correct.
"Grrr!" Zwei begins to growl at Cinder and her two teammates, barring his teeth.
"Whoa. Easy there, buddy." Mercury shifts slightly back away from the corgi.
Emerald shoots her partner a stern look, "What did you do this time?"
"Nothing! I swear!"
"Zwei! What's gotten into you? Come here." Ruby scoops up her dog and pets his head, "Sorry about that. He's normally docile with everyone."
"Oh, don't worry about it." Cinder smoothly replies while internally frowning at how perceptive the corgi is. This might be troublesome…
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"And how are we to go about finding this… 'artificial maiden' should she exist?" Qrow unhappily asked the Atlesian in the room.
Their current topic was the Aesir Project that they've watched. An illegal human modification experiment that experimented on those who possess semblances that could absorb things. Things like Nora's semblance to absorb electrical energy or Yang's which lets her absorb attacks and return it with greater power.
Those who successfully survived the experimentations are called Aesir, wielding powers similar to that of a Maiden, albeit inferior.
"I'm sure we can work something out," Ironwood assures the dusty huntsman, failing to see Qrow's point on the matter. "The effects of the experimentation include a reduction in a person's aging process and are sensitive to cold temperatures. There's also the change in metabolism. These pointers can lead us to find any of the survivors."
Glynda shakes her head, "I wouldn't be surprised if there's somebody out there with a semblance that doesn't make them age, much less reverse the aging process. The same goes for metabolisms and a semblance that causes some sort of sensitivity drawbacks." She shoots a scathing glare at him. "And I would be utmostly displeased with the matter if it resorts us intruding onto private medical records."
"… I suppose there's a lot of factors that would make the search difficult." Ironwood leans onto the table and sighs.
"James. This is not your fault." Ozpin tactfully steps in. "The Aesir Project was proposed and active during the Faunus Rights Revolution. An era where you were not included on sensitive matters and many things were overlooked."
"I understand that. It's just…"
"Even if we do find this 'artificial maiden', or Aesir… Whatever. How are we to convinced them to join us?" Qrow taps on his flask with a grimace. "Atlas might not have been the one doing those experiments, but it was an Atlesian who proposed and headed that project. What's stopping you and Atlas from conducting more research and experiments?"
Winter slaps the table hard and glares at Qrow, "Atlas would never do that! What that project did was inhumane and we are glad that it's no longer active!"
"Yeah. I get that. But I know you, Jimmy. Let's say you found an Aesir. Can you say for certain that you won't conduct some tests on one to figure out how things work? How to oh, I don't know… Even replicate it? Because if you ask me, I certainly would want to know more about what an Aesir can do. Artificial maiden? No, scratch that. It doesn't even matter how old or if they're some guy or gal. They were to be super soldiers that could supposedly wield powers rivaling that of a Maiden. Who doesn't want to get their hands on that knowledge? You know who else wants to get their hand on that kind of information too?"
Salem. It goes without saying that the Aesir Project would be something of interest to the Queen of Grimm.
Ironwood didn't know how to respond to Qrow's brief rant. Even Winter was taken aback by the man's sharp inquiry.
"Then what should we do?"
Qrow closes his eyes and breathes deeply. "I honestly don't know. If you're going to be looking, be more subtle about it. Don't go parading around the world looking for something we're not even sure of!" He unscrews his flask and weights on whether he should take a swig. "We don't know how many survived. That narrator for that one viewing said that supposedly, no one survived. It's implied that at least one survived, maybe even more for all we know. Heck, maybe even the narrator was part of the project and survived."
"Qrow is right." Ozpin chimes in after finishing his mug, "Should there be a survivor still out there, an Aesir, they must have decades of experience hiding from curious eyes. I'd imagine it would be difficult to locate them. More so to get them to see that we're not a threat to them."
"This isn't the same as looking for any of the Four Maidens. The restriction is limited to only their semblances. We'll be casting a very, very wide search net." Glynda adds to their list of counterarguments.
Ozpin nods, "It's bound to attract attention should Atlas expended their resources looking for the unknown."
Understanding the logic behind his colleagues' arguments and the unwanted attention it can bring should he choose to disregard it, Ironwood decided it would be best to go about this from another angle. Something more discreet. Perhaps a small task force to gather information and eventually locate the Aesir, should they exist that is.
"I suppose it would be reckless just to send out Atlas assets just like that…"
"Be that it may be, I still believe it would it's in our best interest to keep an eye out." The mug in Ozpin's mug had been magically refilled. He lifts it near his lips to take another long sip. "But that would require some careful planning with all the headmasters and even then, it's unlikely we'll be able to find what we're looking for."
Everyone somberly nods. It's quite frightening how many things out there are still unknown, even to someone as ancient as Ozpin himself. If the Aesir Project exists in their Remnant, then that means there are potentially people out there who can make a huge impact should they decide to throw their weight on any side. They cannot let Salem get to them.
"So… What's next?" Qrow asks.
"… Do you remember the young boy that arrived along with an elderly lady?"
"Oscar… That reminds me. He was wielding your cane in one of the viewings." Glynda mentally kicks herself for not remembering that particular viewing. "Our Hosts. They mentioned something about past and future when Oscar and that lady named Maria dropped into the theater."
"Yes, I suspect that young Oscar might be my next incarnation."
A deafening silence immediately descends upon the room.
Qrow slowly got up from his chair, looking haggard. "Oz…"
"There's no need to be upset about this." Ozpin calmly addressed him, "If I am correct and he is my next incarnation, then we have a lot of work with. An early start, so to speak."
"Right. Right…" Qrow slumps back in his chair and looks at his flask, "So, what are we going to do about the kid? Because I'm not sure letting Jimmy and his soldiers secure him is a good idea."
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"Hello, mother. I like what you did to your hair." Yang snidely remarks on her Raven's similar hairstyle. It seems that when it comes to their hairstyle, their fashion sense is all too similar. Like mother, like daughter.
"Right. Thanks." Her witty remarks matched that of her daughter's sarcastic tone. "I know you've been looking for me. Here I am. Not how I expect our meeting would be like, but you got what you wanted. So, get to the point."
You expected us to meet one day… Yang silently filed that in her mind.
The two stare at each other before Yang drops her gaze and walks over to a cushioned chair, sitting on it in reverse.
"Why did you leave me and dad?" All her life, the moment she figured that Summer isn't her real mother, Yang had always wondered why her biological mother left. It was her search of Raven that nearly got her and Ruby killed when they were younger.
"I saw you making the connections in the theater." Raven paced around her daughter while donning a cold expression. "Whenever we speak of fairy tales and legends. Stories people would just brush off as some creative fantasy world."
"But there's more to it."
Yang remembers Raven's outburst when watching some of the viewings. Fairy tales from other worlds. There was one thing that her mother's comments all had in common: The stories are in some respect, true. But what in fairy tale within Remnant that would cause Raven to abandon her family?
"Oh, yes. Your headmaster, your uncle, even your foolish of a father… They all know the truth of the world we lived in."
"Don't! Call my father that!" Her mother had no right to call her father foolish. After all, he's been through with the abandonment from Raven and the death of Summer, her mother had no right to call him foolish.
Raven disregards her daughter's temper with a wave. "Tell me, Yang. After being dragged into a dimension where we have powerful beings capable of bending space and time. Would you believe me if I told you some of the stories, fairy tales, on Remnant were true? I'm sure you've already made the connection."
Tempted did Yang wanted to doubt Raven's own word. Tempted to counter that her father, uncle, the headmaster did not give her any reason to doubt them, while she had plenty of reasons to doubt Raven. But with their current situation, being stuck in some sort of dimensional world controlled by their mysterious Hosts… It has opened Yang's eyes to a world that's beyond anybody's understanding.
It wouldn't be a stretch to say that such fantastical old tales would have some truth in them on Remnant. They are in a world controlled by omniscient beings.
"… How does that tie in with you leaving me?"
"It ties into everything." Raven quietly seethes. The anger and hatred that flashed through her eyes startled her daughter. It took Raven a few seconds to calm herself before speaking again. "You know. You and your teammates might as well be the poster children for the Huntsman Academies. Your motives vary, but you all are enrolled to try and the make world a better place. How adorable."
Yang narrows her eyes in annoyance, "I thought you said to get to the point?"
A small smirk begins to form on Raven's lips, "That only applies to you, but you're right." She drops her smile and scowls, "Old man Oz has a great and terrible secret. One that could spread fear across the world."
"What does…" Yang stops herself, "What kind of secret?"
"A secret that he eventually entrusted to our team." Raven stops pacing and glares at no one in particular. "I knew there was no going back the moment we were dragged in his scheme. But what he told us wasn't enough. I needed to know more."
"So, you went digging and eventually found it."
Raven crosses her arms and looks away, "Every discovery I made, the more horrifying the world became."
Fragile silence was laced to building tension in the room.
This was possibly the moment Yang had been wanting to know: The reason why her mother left.
"Okay… Tell me. What's the big secret? What's so crazy that the rest of us don't know?"
"The Creatures of Grimm… Have a master named Salem." Yang's eyes begin to widen as her mother continued. "She can't be stopped, she can't be reasoned with, and she will not rest until everything crumbles at her feet."
Yang leans back on her seat to take in her mother's word, nearly falling over since she was sitting on her seat in reverse. Her mother turned around and simply snorts at her daughter's buffoonery, somewhat killing the tense mood.
"Ugh. Some mother you are."
"I'm hurt. Should I offer you some tea to make you feel better?" Raven mockingly asked, conjuring up a table and tea set that already contained brew tea leaves. "It's better when it's hot."
"Whatever." Yang drags her chair over and sits across from her mother. "So… Let me get this straight. There's an immortal Grimm master that exists on our Remnant? You're not from some alternative universe of Remnant, are you?"
Raven opens her mouth and pauses. What if the Yang in front of her is from another alternative reality of Remnant? It's a possibility that she hadn't really considered.
"Hosts."
The Hosts replied instantaneously, "Ask and you shall receive."
"Am I from the same reality as my daughter?"
"Yes. The same goes for all that we had transported."
"I see. That's all we need to know." The conversation between mother and daughter could resume now. "Does that answer your question?"
"Yeah, it does. But that still doesn't answer… Okay, so this Salem… Wait, how do I know what you just said isn't some lie?" For all Yang knows, her mother could be avoiding the question by spinning some strange tales of immortal Grimm master.
Raven smirks, "Good to know you're questioning things, not accepting all that's given to you. Unlike your foolish uncle."
"Uncle Qrow is drunk and cynical, but he's not foolish."
"Qrow is a fool for trusting Ozpin!" Raven snaps, "I would know because I once trusted Ozpin too."
Yang grips the edge of the table tightly, "That still doesn't explain why you left us! Why you left me!"
Her question hung in the air. The two continue to stare down at each other with Raven taking a sip from her tea.
"I know more than you realize. Not just about you, and not just what I've been told, but things I've seen with my own eyes."
"You're avoiding my question! You said you'll get to the point! You said this will tie in to everything! Everything to why you left us!" Her mother clenches the teacup tightly. Her face remains impassive. Yang continues to push the matter at hand, hoping her mother would crack just a bit on her reasons for leaving them. "Please! Just… Tell me why you left us."
"…"
"Mom! Please!" She begs, her eyes had a hint of desperation within them.
Raven scowls and lowers her teacup, "You want to know why I left? It's because I refuse to be another piece in Ozpin's impossible war against Salem. I refuse to share the same fate as so many others before me." She pushed her chair back and stood up, "Just. Like. Summer."
And with that, Raven left the room, leaving her daughter reeling from her mother's outburst.
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"Hey. Ruby?"
Oscar hovers around an unfocused Ruby who had silently broken away from the group. The young girl loosely held her pen in hand over a notebook containing a list of 'projects' she would like to work on when she gets back to Remnant.
"Oh! Hey, Oscar. I was just thinking of which project I should start first when we all return to our world. Thinking of upgrading my teammates' weapon." A mischievous smile was plastered on her face. "Yang said she'll let me work on one of her gauntlets. I'll be going all out to make it even better."
"It sounds like you have a lot of work on your hand." He takes a seat not far from her and rests his head on the counter. It's been a rather exhausting ordeal. "You're already thinking ahead while I'm still trying to gather my thoughts on what's been happening. What I've saw."
Ruby grimace a bit, recalling all the gruesome scenes everyone witnessed. The horror of war, the cruelty of people. It's the reason why she had to distance herself to ponder about the path she's chosen. The path of a Huntress. She was not dissuaded. In fact, it has strengthened her resolve to pursue her dream.
"Me too…"
Oscar looks up, "Hm?"
"I also have been gathering my thoughts after seeing all the terrible things people can do to each other. I'm training to become a Huntress. I always knew that there are some people out there who will hurt others, but to the extent of…"
Aside from war, there were the viewings where people intentionally inflict cruel deeds on one another. The Dark Tournament where the contestants gleefully slaughter one another, a dangerous serial killer who beheads people, and so on. As a Huntress-in-training and eventually Huntress, she is bound to encounter some powerful people with malicious intent. People who are much more malevolent than Roman Torchwick and the White Fang.
"… Are you scared?"
"Yeah. I am." Her lack of hesitation to admit her fear was what surprised him. "But when I think about the people who can't defend themselves… I… I can't imagine how scared they would be." Ruby flips through a few pages of her notebook and scribbles down a small note for herself. "That's why I'm going to keep on training to become a Huntress. So that…"
At that moment, Ozpin walked into the conversation.
"Miss Rose? Ah, I'm sorry for interrupting." He politely takes several steps back to let the youngsters finish whatever they were discussing. "Oscar, was it? Please find me when you have the time."
"Oh! That's okay. I shouldn't get in the way if it's important, soooo… I'll be going. See you later, Oscar."
"Uh, yeah. See you later. You wanted to talk to me?"
Oscar wonders what the headmaster of Beacon Academy would want with him. Then again, he now knows a lot of strange and otherworldly things that the people back on Remnant would have a hard time believing.
Ozpin smiles and nods, "Indeed. Do you know who I am?"
"Not really... Everyone says you're Professor Ozpin. The current headmaster of Beacon Academy."
"That I am. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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"To think that such an immoral and unethical project was carried out." Vine reread through the summary of the Aesir Project was for the second time.
His teammates all share his disgust. A human experiment that resulted in many deaths and suffering… It was an atrocious project that made them uneasy.
Ironwood nods, "I share your sentiment. What's worse, this was possibly carried out with Atlas resources. This project might not have been done within the borders of Atlas, but that doesn't change the fact that this was purposed by an Atlesian politician." The general sighs and sorts through another sheet of notes. "I cannot stress how badly this will be received if the world finds out about this."
"Atlas reputation could be at its lowest should word gets out." Clover furrows his brows, "And for there to be no record, not even a mention of this project… That might raise even more questions."
"This won't be the first time the Atlas Council covers things up, right?" Asked Marrow.
"No. It's not. There are many classified details, classified projects. But nothing like this." Ironwood clasped his hand together and frowns. "There's also a chance that the Aesir Project isn't in our reality. Our Hosts didn't give us many details and refused to give anymore. This is what we'll have to work with."
Harriet silently continues to read through the notes that Penny and Winter managed to compile. "Reduced aging, enhanced metabolism? It sounds like they were trying to create something that would last for a very long time."
"Not something. Someone." Vine corrects her.
"Clover."
Clover stands attention. "Yes, sir?"
"When we return to Remnant, I want you and Winter to look into this. We'll create a task force to gather any possible information. It'll be a highly classified operation, what is said in here never leaves this room. Do you all understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Sir, what happens if we do manage to find a survivor?"
"Should we manage to track one of the former test subjects down, we must proceed with caution. Convince them that we're not a threat and that Atlas can protect them."
The Atlesians who did this are a disgrace. The Kingdom of Atlas is the city of dreams, the safest and most advanced kingdom in the world. The kingdom detests such inhumane experiments as the Aesir Project.
"Understood."
"In any case, all viewings can be rewatched. I would recommend doing so. Moving onto our next topic, I want you to take a look into an organization name Pandora." Ironwood nods for Winter to hand over her notes that she'd taken from their very early viewings. "I would have brushed them off as another criminal group, but it would seem that they might be more than that."
Elm received the notes and hands them to Clover. "How so, sir?"
"It would appear that they have amassed an entire army of combat androids." Ironwood pauses and blinks, "Speaking of androids… I forgot to talk to Dr. Polendina about those two particular androids we saw when we first got it."
"Sir?"
"Apologies. A lot is going through my mind right now. It would be easier if you all were to rewatch some of the viewings that you've missed."
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Cinder, Emerald, and Mercury were relocated to another private room to discuss what they've managed to gather from the newcomers. After mingling with the rest of the students, they were able to weasel their way to the Ace-Ops and obtained some critical information about the most elite Huntsman team in Atlas.
"I see." Cinder commits all five of the Ace-Ops semblances to memory. "The two of you did well. Now, then. Were you able to find out more from the farm boy?"
Emerald shrugs, "Not much. All I got was that he loves to read and he's on some farm in Mistral."
"Yup. It's a boring place for the little guy. That I could tell." Mercury flops onto a couch. "I could get used to this lifestyle. If only we have a place for us to let loose."
"Why not ask our Hosts about it?"
Cinder clears her throat, silencing her underlings. "Is that everything we have?"
"Yeah. That's pretty much it." Replied Mercury, lazily waving his arm around before dropping it. "I tried asking around about the Aesir Project. Everyone is in the dark about that one."
"It can't be helped then."
"So, what now?" Asked Emerald.
"You two may return. I'll take care of everything else."
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After several hours of relaxation, everyone was starting to feel bored and restless prompting the Hosts to intervene.
"We sense that everyone is ready to return to the theater. Are you ready to return to continue the viewings?"
Everyone instinctively glanced up before realizing that they were only staring into the ceiling.
"I am." Sun got up and stretched. "Starting to get tired of Weiss beating us in Monopoly."
Once again, Weiss had managed to achieve a near monopoly over her fellow students. She has, once again, turn into an evil corporate overlord. Though the young Schnee toned it down a bit with the presence of her sister watching her every move.
Yang nods, sporting an irritated look. "Yeah. This is the fourth time now. You're really lucky my semblance doesn't work here."
"Don't be jealous." Weiss coolly replies to her blond teammate, "And why didn't you go watch television. I've heard from Nora that there were many interesting interdimensional channels to watch."
"Weiss. Not long ago, I watched some commercial for this weird grocery store called Omega Mart. They were selling lemons that had a functioning eyeball. It was an actual living creature!" The blond girl looked haunted. "I don't even want to know what else I might see."
Everyone around gave Yang an odd look.
"She's right. I saw that commercial too." Robyn spoke up, shivering slightly. "I'm still torn between feeling sorry for those… Omega Mart Lemons. They were to be disposed of after the customers mistook them for regular lemons or something."
"I was too sober for that." Qrow drinks heavily out of a bottle. "Never going to forget, no matter how much I drink."
"Uhhh… Okay. I guess we shouldn't surf through interdimensional channels or we'll get something very, very weird. So! Is everyone ready to go back?"
The entirety of the cast all gave their own affirmative response.
"Very well. Let us return to the theater."
