Prompt: Beacon was on fire. Apparently this was normal.
Someone did this prompt in the writer games before me, so this is an unofficial continuation of there's.
Glynda sighed in relief as the fire was put out and she could sleep in peace. She just hoped the rest of the week wasn't as chaotic. She had enough of fire and Peter Port to last her a life time.
TUESDAY
"Oh my god, why is everything on fire?!" Jaune yelled.
"Ren did it!" Nora defended herself.
"Don't blame me, and Pyrrha said she checked the grenade rounds and said they were duds!" Ren clarified.
"I'm sorry!" Pyrrha apologized.
Glynda sighed.
WEDNESDAY
"I didn't know drapes were flammable!" Weiss ran around in circles.
"Drapes have always been flammable Weiss!" Yang yelled as she gave chase.
Glynda sighed in frustration.
THURSDAY
"Dr. Polentina," the scientist said, "are you sure this the right way to do this?"
"The instructions say to do it this way Steve... AND I WROTE THEM! So it must be right!" Dr. Polentina boasted.
"Well ok then-"
KABOOM
Glynda sighed in anger.
FRIDAY
"MY BOOKS! NOOOOOOOO!" Blake cried.
"HERETICAL FILTH MUST BE PURGED!" Commissar Ruby Rose stated.
Glynda sighed in a 'are you fucking kidding me!' fashion.
SATURDAY
"A virus has infected my flamethrower bots and they're now on a rampage through Beacon!" Ironwood screamed in a panic.
Glynda sobbed in the corner.
SUNDAY
Glynda looked left, and then right. No fire. Not a single fire this whole day. It was a nondescript winter holiday miracle!
Her happiness was shattered when she entered Ozpin's office, and saw his coffee mug on fire.
"I just poured this in 15 seconds ago. I have no idea how this happened."
Glynda wondered if she should just give up and live in a cave for the rest of her life.