Day 5/30

Ozpin and Qrow's only interference was used up sooner than expected.

The two men had awoken to check the livestream, and saw many panicked messages from viewers that authorities were showing up outside the house. In fear of losing his revenue, Ozpin immediately bolted to the house as one of the officers stepped through the doors in search of a man suspected of potential domestic abuse. While running, Oz called Yang's cell phone to tell them to hide Adam as he distracted (i.e. bribed) the police. She was more than happy to use force on the Faunus, and opted to shove him into the small cupboard below the kitchen sink. It was a tight fit, but Adam was surprisingly flexible if Yang's words were to be believed.

Realizing that this incident had only occurred on the 5th day out of 30, Ozpin felt the need to address the housemates. He ordered them to get changed quickly and to meet him in the lounge for a debriefing. By noon, everyone was present and before him.

"Hello everyone," Ozpin began, sipping from his mug as he stood on the lounge table over the group, "I think you know what I am about to address. Sometime this morning, one of you felt it would be wise to file a false claim of criminal activity upon one of your housemates. I for one find that despicable, and hope not to discover which one of you was responsible."

A sore Adam nodded in agreement. "And once I find out who did so, I will bring my fury down upon you, like the crossing of a thousand-

"That's enough, Mr. Taurus," Ozpin silenced the Faunus with a sharp whack from his cane, "Now, I just want to say that I have been pleased with your progress before this incident. There were some rough bumps, but most of you are adjusting to this situation quite well-

"There better not be a camera in the bathroom," Emerald interrupted, to Ozpin's surprise.

"…I'm sorry, Miss Sustrai?"

"The cameras. You now, the ones planted all over the house? Better not be watching me shower, old man."

"I have no clue as to what cameras you're talking about," Ozpin lied blatantly, with a smile on his face, "As Headmaster of the prestigious Beacon Academy, I would never allow myself to stoop to spying on-

Emerald placed one of the cameras on the table, its lens cracked. "You were saying?"

"Where did you get that?"

"From my room," Emerald glared, "Found it under my desk. Went looking for more, but apparently you hid those ones much better than you did this one."

The rest of the group began muttering among themselves about being spied on, with more eyes pointed at an anxious Ozpin.

"What things have you seen us do, Ozpin?" Cinder asked coldly, "Horrible things happen to those who invade other's privacy."

"There is no need for anyone to feel alarmed," Ozpin sighed, trying to calm everyone down, "The cameras are merely there so I can come and stop any extreme behavior, such as calling the police. There is nothing more to it than that. I promise."

Yes, that was a lie and Ozpin knew it. Revealing that he was making lien off of their antics by showing them to their comrades back at school would be the worst thing to do right now. Maybe when this was all said and done he'd tell them. Emphasis on maybe. Either way, he was ready to make his escape.

"I must apologize, but I must be on my way. I hope that you can all continue to coexist without any need to call the authorities on each other. If you are ever in need of assistance with any sort of trouble, I will be here to help."

"Actually, I-

Blake tried to catch the man's attention, but he had already bolted out the door. Sighing, she glared over at Adam. "If you even think about trying that plan Emerald told me about, I will castrate you on the spot. I don't care if I get in trouble for it. I will hurt you. Do you understand?"

Adam looked like he was about to retort, but a deadly look from Yang made him think otherwise. Nodding in defeat, Adam got up and left to get some Aspirin for his aching bones. He didn't even notice that the Lieutenant hadn't gotten up to follow him.

Once she felt that Adam was out of range, Blake stood up. "Alright, everyone. It's time we did something about him and his behavior. Any ideas?"

"Let's break his legs!"

"No, Nora. As much as I wish we could, it won't make us any better than him."

"We could make him live outside in a doghouse or something," Jaune suggested.

"Oh, I like that one."

"Someone needs to take care of him out there, that's for sure," the Lieutenant said, "Because I'm not going to do it for a while."

"Wow," Yang said, her voice making the masked man flinch, "Never thought you'd be one to turn against him."

"Well, he never looked at the message I sent him online. Pretty bitter about that. And also for never listening to me when I say he's going too far. I always end up on the bad side of things along with him. He deserves this punishment."

"Wait a minute," Ruby said, "What do you mean by take care of him? You mean like how gangsters do it in the movies?"

"Oh no, that's not what I meant by taking care of him. Someone has to literally take care of him. You know, feed him, play with him, and set out clothes out for him. Stuff like that."

"…You can't be serious," Sun asked, slack jawed.

"Oh, I am. He's like a little kid, but bigger. And handsomer. He'd probably die after a day or two of no one watching him. No joke."

Blake pinched her brow. As much as she wanted him to suffer, she fully believed what the Lieutenant was saying. She had dated him, and remembered just how dependent he was on her. The guy could barely perform basic Faunus functions (like tying his shoes) without messing something up. She hated to put it upon someone, but Adam needed a babysitter.

"Okay… So who's going to watch him?"

Nobody looked Blake in the eyes, in fear that she would select them for the task. Trying to be supportive, Pyrrha stood up with Blake. "Come on, everyone. Someone has to do it. It's only until he realizes what he's done wrong. We can't just let him die…unfortunately…"

"I have a solution," Cinder said, pulling a pen and paper out from her dress. She took Roman's hat off his head, and began writing names on the paper. "We'll draw the name from a hat. Whoever is chosen is the unlucky winner."

"Why do you have paper in your dress?" Mercury asked, "Couldn't find a push-up?"

A simple look from Cinder told him it would be wise to shut up.

"That's actually a good idea, coming from you," Weiss complemented her nemesis, oblivious that Cinder had written her name on seven separate slips of paper. After dropping 15 pieces into the hat (excluding ones for Blake and the Lieutenant), she handed it to Blake to draw the 'winner'.

"Alright…" Blake moved her fingers over the slips, before pulling out one between her fingers. She unfolded it, and immediately felt sorry for the person whose name was on that piece of paper.

"Well?" Pyrrha asked, "Who is it going to be?"

"You."

Pyrrha was really regretting having been so supportive right about now.

"…Are you sure?"

Adam was sitting alone in the dining room trying to think of his next plan. Now that The Implication was well and neutered, he was basically out of ideas. As he racked his brain, he felt his stomach making that deep sound again. Was this hunger again?

"Lieutenant!" Adam ordered loudly, "I require food!"

He sat there for a few moment, expecting a plate to appear before him. When nothing happened, he looked around to see his underling was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh. This is new."

This was only a minor setback. Adam knew that the Lieutenant would here here any moment to bring him nutrition. And to tie this pesky shoe that had become unlaced. If the shoe was alive, Adam would have strangled it for that.

"Lieutenant! Food!"

Still nothing.

"Hm. Guess I'm not eating today."

Hiding just outside the room, Pyrrha was beginning to realize just what she was throwing herself into. She had wished Jaune had come along for this; she could really use a smile to uplift her spirits right now. Taking a long breath, she stepped in and put on a big fake smile. "Hello Adam!"

Taurus was dumbstruck upon seeing the girl. "Nikos, have you seen my Lieutenant? He needs to feed me."

"I am afraid he is… sick right now," Pyrrha fibbed, "Until he is feeling better, or until you learn to fend for yourself, I will be here in his place."

"I see," Adam answered, stroking his chin, "Well then, I require food."

"Anything in particular?"

"…Skittles. I want Skittles."

Not having seen Taurus as a candy lover, Pyrrha obliged regardless. She went into the kitchen and brought Adam back a pack of the candy. She handed it to him, but he refused to grab it. "Is something wrong?"

"You need to open it."

"Why?"

"The Lieutenant always opens the bag for me. So do you."

"Alright then," Pyrrha sighed, tearing the pack across its top, "Here you go."

Adam took it and peered at the candies within. His mouth curled back in disgust. "I can't eat these."

"Let me see them," Nikos inspected the Skittles carefully, "What do you mean? They are all intact, and are not expired. There is nothing wrong with them."

"The green ones. I'm not allowed to eat the green ones."

"Then I will remove them," Pyrrha exasperated as she began picking them out one by one.

"No! They already touched the others! They're contaminated!"

"How? They all taste the same! It's only the color-

"I do not LIKE the green ones! I am not ALLOWED to eat anything touching the green ones! I am not ALLOWED!"

She snapped.

For the first time in years, Pyrrha lost her composure. And it only took one minute for this sociopath to break her.

"OKAY! I will get you another bag! One without any green ones! Please, just stop yelling!"

Adam gave her the most innocent little smile. "M'kay."

She stomped into the kitchen, throwing the open bag in the trash and grabbing another one. Tearing it open, she began picking and moving all the non-green ones to a small paper plate. She walked slowly out to the dining room, making sure not to spill the candies in her hand. "Okay, one plate of non-green Skittles coming up-

And he was gone.

Pyrrha did a double take, making sure he wasn't hiding or something. Closing her eyes, she walked back into the kitchen. She apologized to an absent Ren as she chucked the plate across the room. What did she do to deserve this?

A better question yet: Why in God's name did the Lieutenant chose to live like this?!