Chapter 12: Gotta Get The Script, Gotta Get The PSA
Hey, friends… How are you doing? Umm… that last chapter, huh? Yeah, don't worry, I'll make something to get that awful taste out of your collective mouths. But, in order to begin the palate cleansing, I should tell you that Monty Oum owns RWBY, and I don't own any media I reference. Anyway, let the cleansing begin!
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Ms. Han and Mr. Brass were leaving early Tuesday morning. As Team RWBY was eating their breakfast, Team Corporate hauled their briefcases full of paperwork towards the door. Ms. Han didn't say anything to the girls as she walked out of the door. She was still bitter over how yesterday turned out. Mr. Brass, however, decided to get a word in with the Team before he left for the Vale branch of the Schnee Dust Company.
"I'm sure you can take care of yourselves for today, right?" he asked.
"Yephh!" declared Ruby with her mouth full of cereal.
"Swallow before you talk," chided Weiss. Taking a deep gulp, Ruby tried replying again.
"Yep!" Ruby said again.
"Good," Mr. Brass replied. Then, looking quickly around the corner to see if Ms. Han was out the door, he added, "Make sure to write something good, okay?". Team RWBY all gave curt nods in response.
Mr. Brass said, "See you guys tonight," as he walked out of the condo. Now, Team RWBY was finally to themselves.
Contrary to what one would believe, they didn't jump immediately to writing their script. That would be unrealistic otherwise. Instead, they continued to eat breakfast. After all, this was a rare opportunity to eat without having Ms. Han yammering on about how great the PSA was going to be.
"So… yesterday…" Yang said. That immediately got groans from Weiss and Blake. "Look, we can't ignore what happened," she continued to her annoyed teammates.
"Can't we at least try?" asked Weiss.
"Yeah, let's never talk about it again," added Blake.
Ruby tried to break up the awkward atmosphere with, "Now, guys, I know we would all rather forget what Weiss said…" "Hey!" "…But we need to dwell on the fact that we sucked up there. How else will we have the motivation to make something better?".
Yang agreed with her immediately. "You're in my mind, sis! We should take that hatred of ourselves and turn it into something positive! Okay, that sounded better in my head…" she said, as the air was let out of her proud words.
"As leader, I decree that we'll get to work on the script!" Ruby declared. Then, she quickly added, "… After I take a dip in the hot-tub, of course,".
"Really, Ruby?" Yang asked in disbelief.
Ruby gave a nonchalant shrug. "Hey, it's there, it's ready to be turned on, and I've got my bathing suit. How could I NOT use it right now?" she asked the rest of her team. She had a pretty good point, as nobody could really argue against that logic.
"But we still need to talk about what we're going to write…" Yang grumbled.
"We can just have that meeting in the hot-tub," Ruby said. Her tone indicated that this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Ruby, nobody else brought their swimsuits," Weiss pointed out.
"Huh," Ruby said in realization as she rubbed the back of her neck.
Yang considered the thought of having the meeting in the hot-tub. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time I skinny-dipped…" she thought out loud.
"Let's go!" Blake quickly said. Then, realizing that she had jumped to that sentence a little too quickly, she tried again with, "I mean… I certainly wouldn't mind,". That was barely any better. She just decided not to try and fix that sentence again.
Ruby furiously shook her head at the thought of sharing a hot-tub with her naked sister. "No no no no! You can just wear a pair of shorts and a tank top!" she suggested instead.
"I guess that works," said Yang, nodding her head.
"Well, what about Blake and I?" asked Weiss.
"Hmmm…" Ruby thought, "Well… I guess I can loan you a tank top and shorts, since we're the same size… But I don't know about Blake…".
"I'll just wear Yang's clothes," Blake suggested.
"Wait, wait,! We never even agreed that we're having that talk in the hot-tub!" realized Weiss.
"We're on the hot-tub train already, Weiss. You can't stop this train!" Ruby declared while making hand motions, as if she was pulling the string on a steam whistle. Weiss rolled her eyes slightly. Wow, her girlfriend was a real dork sometimes. Yet again, she was a dork most of the time, so it wasn't too out of the ordinary.
"To the hot-tub!" Ruby then cried, as she stood up and pointed in its general direction.
"Yeah!" Blake and Yang cheered, shooting their fists into the air. They were riding the hype train with Ruby now.
Weiss sighed. "Let's just do this…" she said, dejected.
"This'll be awesome!" said Ruby with a smile.
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"Ahh… this feels nice…" moaned Yang as she sat in the hot-tub.
After finishing their breakfasts and changing into the clothes they planned on using, Team RWBY turned on the hot-tub. They waited for a few minutes for it to turn on before they climbed in. Ruby felt like she was melting when she stepped into the warm water. As her muscles relaxed, she inwardly congratulated herself for coming up with such a great idea.
"Now…" Ruby then said, feeling completely relaxed, "Where do we begin?". As the others settled into the hot-tub, they tried to think of a response to her question.
"We should probably start with our general idea," Blake suggested. She was tugging at her borrowed tank top slightly. If it was up to her, she wouldn't be wearing anything, and neither would Yang. And Weiss and Ruby wouldn't be there. And the hot-tub would be filled with caramel. And they would be in her gold mansion. Her fantasy was starting to get a little out of hand, so she refocused on reality.
"I don't really have anything in mind…" Yang mentioned.
"One thing's for sure. No slang," Weiss declared.
Everyone else said, "Agreed," at the same time. After that, a poignant pause surrounded the hot-tub.
"Okay, what if we do some singing? Like our concert?" suggested Ruby.
"I doubt it. I'm sure the people running this thing don't want to pay for copyright stuff if our work gets recorded," responded Blake. That put a damper on Ruby's thought process.
"Okay, hear me out… what if… we did MAGIC?" Yang suggested. To emphasize her point, she swung her hands out wide at her side, and accidentally hit Blake in the forehead. "Oops, sorry about that," apologized Yang. She got a short glare from Blake, before she turned her attention back to the others.
"Yang, that's stupid and you know it," deadpanned Weiss.
"Well, SORRY if I wanted to do something fun," Yang shot back.
"I don't think any of us know any magic tricks, anyway," Ruby added.
"Pfft, are you kidding me? Check this out!" Yang said, her voice filled with pride. Then, she made one hand into a fist, and with her other hand she wrapped her index finger around her thumb. Then, she pulled her hands back and forth, as she made a stupid smile. That old 'I can detach my thumb' trick wasn't getting her good looks.
"Wow, are you a wizard?" Blake sarcastically asked.
"We're talking to school children, not goldfish," Weiss flatly stated.
Dejected, Yang lowered her hands. "Well, I like it…".
"We need ideas, not finger tricks," Blake said. That only served to give Yang some verbal ammo.
"Hey, if I remember correctly, you LOVE my finger tricks," Yang pointed out. Blake furrowed her brow while Weiss and Ruby blushed.
"Not now, Yang," growled Blake. All Yang responded with was a mischievous grin. But in all honestly, Blake felt she should have seen that one coming. Give Yang an inch, and she would take a mile
"We're not here to talk about your lewd activities, we're here to get work done!" a frustrated Weiss cried. She slapped the water for emphasis. Oh, look out, she was SERIOUS.
"Right, right," said Ruby, trying to get everyone back on track, "Okay, so singing and magic are out, what else have we got?". The group fell silent again as they tried to come up with any (actually good and not stupid) ideas.
"We could just do a regular skit," Weiss finally thought aloud.
"We could… but what would we do?" asked Ruby.
"Maybe a small story or something. After all, we could just apply our knowledge of play writing here," the Schnee heiress elaborated.
"You certainly have a point. I can write a script for you guys," Blake offered.
"Is it going to be rated R, or rated G?" Weiss asked with an accusatory glare.
"… Will you take a PG-13?" Blake sheepishly questioned.
"We'll edit her writing," Yang immediately said.
"Right," Weiss and Ruby agreed at the same time.
"So…what else? What do any of you have in mind for costumes?" Ruby then asked. At her words, Yang and Blake shared an awkward look.
"We, uh, have some cop uniforms with us…" Yang admitted.
Although Ruby didn't want to think about what the hell they were planning on doing with those costumes, she felt compelled to ask anyway. "Err… why?" she asked.
"Stuff that you have no business in being involved in," Blake immediately replied. Her eyes gazed around nervously as she said her words.
Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose as she asked, "Can you make them safe for children?". There was no doubt in her mind that they weren't safe for grade school students to look at.
"I can try," Blake answered.
"That works," Weiss replied.
"Okay, so we have police costumes, and a script writer. Ladies, I think we can start," Ruby decreed. "… In a bit. This hot-tub is too good," she tacked on at the end of her statement.
The other members silently agreed as hey slumped further down in the warm water. Then, an idea popped into Weiss' mind.
"Hey, Ruby, did you put on the chlorine filter when you turned this thing on?" she asked.
"Filter?" Ruby asked back. At those words, Weiss quickly leapt out of the hot-tub. Now confused, Ruby questioned, "What's wrong?".
"Damn it, Ruby! You're supposed to make this thing clean before we climbed in! Haven't you ever heard of folliculitis? Now we'll all get horrible rashes!" Weiss screeched. Hearing the vaguely scary medical words, the other girls hopped out of the hot-tub fast.
"Shit, seriously?!" Yang asked in a panic. Before she got an answer, she dashed back into the condo. She ran over to the bottle of hand sanitizer next to the kitchen sink and dumped it all over herself.
"Quick, to the shower!" Blake said, before dashing off to the bathroom.
"Not before me!" Weiss yelled as she followed on Blake's heels. The only person left outside was Ruby. All she could do was wonder what the heck was folliculitis was, and how it related to hot-tubs.
"Dang it, hot-tub. You're supposed to be my friend!" Ruby internally fumed. Great, not only was the hot-tub dirty, it might give her a rash now, too. This trip was starting to become not even worth it any more. Oh well, she made her bed, it was her job to sleep in it.
So, she walked back inside, looking for something to stave off infection. That was way more important that writing a script and modifying costumes right now.
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Meanwhile, in a different part of Vale City, Mr. Brass and Ms. Han walked into the lobby of the Vale branch of the Schnee Dust Company. The pair made their way through the mob of office drones over to the main desk.
"Hello, Victor Brass and Jade Han here for the charity incident conference," Mr. Brass announced to the attending secretary.
"Of course. Wait over there, and I'll let you know when they're ready," the secretary said, pointing her finger over to some nearby couches.
"Thank you," Mr. Brass said as he walked over to the couches. Ms. Han followed him.
They sat together, willing to wait for their turn to explain themselves. Mr. Brass looked around at the other couches. As evidenced by the large amount of other business people waiting, they were going to sit here for a while.
Resigning himself to his face, Mr. Brass picked up an old magazine from the nearby table and began to bide his time.
Such was the nature of working for a multi-million lien company.
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