Note: And another quick chapter up and done. It looks like I'll end up doing two chapters for every vacation day. That makes it a rather long sub-arc, but hey, if anyone deserves a healthy vacation, it's these girls. And if people get bored, I can always speed things along. Anyway, onto Day Two! Enjoy.

Bermuda Boardwalk—a hotspot six miles from the Schnee's villa. It had everything a youth from Vacuo could dream of. Cheap food. Cheap attractions. Cheap stores. And while the many low-wage workers of the shore were used to rowdy teens and constant attention during the flourishing spring afternoons, they were not ready for the four badass women who were going to wreck shop in the hot sun.

Yang Xiao Long. Coco Adel. Nora Valkyrie. Pyrrha Nikos.

From the moment they stepped upon the boardwalk in sunglasses and tank tops, they were turning heads. Their confidence was enough to shake mountains. Their swagger shook the souls of anyone who dared cross their path. Even those who did not recognize the famous member of Team RWBY knew the women were in a league of their own. People stared—for Pyrrha, that was normally common and unwelcome. But today, surrounded by strong women, while forming a new identity for herself, the attention felt damn good.

Their destination: the Arcade. It didn't have a proper name. It was too good for that. It just had the word Arcade above a large wooden building in bold, cheap neon. It was perfect. Upon bursting into the entryway, Yang was hit with a rush of nostalgia. Everything was perfect: the wide-open floor plan that left way too much room between the games, the random flashing lights everywhere, the blue-ish-grey-ish carpet with an indescribable colored pattern covered in stains, that one balding, tubby guy in a red shirt behind the ticket counter that looked like he was regretting every one of his life choices leading up to that point. And, best of all, it was mostly empty, with scattered vacationers barely taking up a fraction of the space. Yang was rushed back to her childhood before she discovered the joys of getting into fistfights with strangers or racing her motorcycle across Patch. She felt like a kid again, and that was what they were here for.

"This… this is an arcade?"

The words from her companion seemed surprised, perhaps downtrodden. Yang turned to Pyrrha, the prodigal Huntress denied an innocent childhood, and she grinned widely.

"Hell yeah it is," she boasted. "You ready to get nuts?"

Pyrrha shrugged. She felt like she was about to get mugged, ripped off, or catch strep throat. But apparently, that was all part of the experience. Coco grabbed her shoulders, egging her on, while Nora raced ahead into the bowels of the arcade. She smiled back.

"Sure. Let's do this."

The great thing about having a gigantic television was watching gigantic movies. That was Jaune's reasoning anyway. He wanted to see something bold, dramatic, and action-packed, blasted into his eye-sockets at 8k resolution with deluxe surround sound. He wanted to feel the sensation of giant monsters stopping, of guns shooting, of swords swinging… he wanted to live the action that, in real life, honestly, would have petrified him. Unfortunately, when Jaune sat down on the large L-shaped couch in the villa's main room, he was not alone. Velvet and Yatsu learned he was interested in watching a film, and they decided to join him. That also meant they had to vote on a film together, and unable to convince anyone else to join him, he was stuck two-to-one against a romantic couple who had no interest in watching smashy smashy monster action.

"Ooh, you know what film I really want to watch?" Velvet cooed excitedly, cuddling into Yatsu's gigantic frame. "Let's watch Fireflies in Summer's Crest. That one is so good."

"I've never heard of it," he stated. "What's it about?"

"Oh, it's life-changing," Velvet insisted. "It's about this girl, who goes to stay with her cousins on a small farm away from city life, and then she meets this boy who is so sweet and charming, and she has to learn about the importance of family because her uncle has early-stage cancer but he doesn't know, and ohhhhhh, it's so beautiful and endearing, and I promise it's not depressing at all! Gosh, I remember I used to watch it all the time with my mum growing up. I haven't seen it in forever. Can we? Can we please?"

Jaune moped on the couch. "I don't know…"

"Come on, Jaune!" Velvet begged. "Pleeeeeeaaaaase. You'll love it so much."

Yatsu, like most ties in his life, put up no resistance to his girlfriend's demands. "If that's what you want to watch, we can watch it."

Velvet giddily clapped her hands. "Yaay! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise… it's going to be incredible."

Jaune did not think it was going to be incredible. Jaune thought it would suck. Gushy romance? Garbage girl stuff, and not the kind of garbage girl stuff that he liked that people only judged harshly for being garbage girl stuff because of sexism or whatever. This stuff was gonna be actual trash. He wanted action, dammit! He wanted some genuine, spine-tingling, mouth-watering excitement. Why couldn't anything interesting actually come his way?

"Hey. Jaune."

A voice suddenly called to him from behind. A very familiar, cold voice. Jaune felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as he turned around. Who was standing behind him if not Blake, sober and sharp, wearing a devious smirk. She pointed directly at his scrawny face, and a pit formed in his stomach.

"I need to borrow you for a little while."

Skee-ball.

Skeeeeeee-ball.

Pyrrha looked at the bulti-ringed structure in front of her. She studied the distance of the long ramp, the angle of the bump, felt the weight of the ball within her hand. She had the rules of the game explained to her. Now, was the time for execution. Now was the time for her to dominate like she had always done before.

She pulled back her arm. She winded up. She launched the ball across the ramp, up into the rings…

And it bounced into the lowest rung, limply falling into the hole. Ten points.

Again.

Pyrrha groaned as her measly price of five tickets came out of the machine. Coco, who was calmly watching from the sidelines, crossed her arms and shook her head.

"Nope. Completely wrong technique."

"I did it exactly as you said!" Pyrrha protested. "Perhaps the game is rigged."

"This one? Nah. It's all in the wrist," Coco explained. She held out her palm, flexing it to demonstrate. "The problem is you're trying to force the ball where you want it to go. You need to let the ramp do most of the work. Let me show you."

Coco stepped into position, placing a few coins in the machine to start it back up. She took her first ball and gave a few practice swings with her arm. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as she aimed for the narrow tube in the upper-left corner. With a cocky smirk, she released her shot. It glided gracefully along the ramp, and Pyrrha watched with astonishment and envy as the ball landed perfectly into the target.

Fifty points.

"Boom!" Coco said, fist-pumping the air. "Still got it."

"That doesn't make any sense. You did the same thing I did," Pyrrha said, not yet comprehending the subtlety of Coco's movements. The older Huntress student just laughed it off.

"Maybe I'm just a natural at this. Don't feel too bad. You're still better than me at most things. Like volleyball, for instance."

Pyrrha felt a little better, though she was determined to improve her skills. Even at something as stupid as a cheap arcade game, anything less than perfection was unacceptable. However, her pursuit of greatness would have to wait.

"Yo, Coco, Pyrrha, over here!"

Yang called out to them from across the arcade. Curious, Coco quickly sank the rest of her shots, collected her tickets, and the pair went to join them. They crossed the vast floor space and eventually found Nora and Yang standing in front of a different game. It was one Coco recognized, though she didn't know the proper name for it. It was that thing where you punch a ball really, really hard, and the machine tells you how strong you were. Coco was fairly certain those games were rigged anyway. With the way Yang and Nora were standing in front of it, however, they seemed to think otherwise. Both were holding a considerable amount of tickets; how they accumulated such a volume in a short span of time, Coco was clueless. Either haul was enough to buy one of those medium-sized, over-priced stuffed animals. As Coco would soon discover, that was not enough.

"You guys missed me ace skee-ball," Coco informed them. "This better be good."

"Skee-ball? Ugh, I was never good at that," Nora said grumpily. "I always just ended up chucking the balls directly into the tubes."

"Are you allowed to do that?" Pyrrha asked.

"You can if they don't stop you," Nora answered, "but that's not important. We've got a wager to make."

"We're each going to take a single swing at it," Yang explained. "Hard as we can. Winner takes all."

"And no Semblances allowed," Nora clarified.

"Because let's be honest… I'd easily win," Yang bragged.

"Because I can't electrocute myself," Nora countered. She looked down at the carpeted floor. "Actually, maybe if I take my shoes off, I could generate some static electricity…"

"Maybe don't take your shoes off here," Coco suggested. "This carpet doesn't look the cleanest."

"That's part of the charm," Yang stated. "Anyway, Nora, you are allowed to go first."

"Gladly," Nora said, thrusting her many tickets into Yang's arms. "Hold these. I'll be taking them back before you know it."

Now, anyone who had objectively studied the respective strengths of Yang Xiao Long and Nora Valkyrie knew this was not much of a contest. Yang had: thrown a Grimm with her bare hands, broken limbs just by making light contact with them, and torn off a robot's arm with a judo throw. While some of these were Semblance-enhanced, others were not. The fusing of Yin and Yang together resulted in a woman whose raw power was unmatched by almost anyone in the Four Kingdoms, if at all. Her brilliant and violent displays of power were legendary amongst her team. Nora, on the other hand, was buff. She was really jacked. She gave great hugs. This was, by all accounts, going to be a slaughter.

But Nora had one thing Yang did not: hope. Okay, Yang also had hope. And confidence. And skill. But Nora had one thing Yang did not: unfounded hope. That level of pure ignorance was enough to take a woman to impossible, soaring heights. It pushed Nora forward and prepared her to take on any challenge, no matter how absolutely foolhardy it might have been. It was that confidence that allowed Nora to walk up to the punching machine, pull back her fist, and scream at the top of her lungs so everyone could hear.

"Get ready to taste fist, loser!"

Nora drove her knuckles into the machine, and the ball snapped back from the impact. The digital, three-digit numbers on the board flicked and beeped. The four watched it with high expectations. After a few moments, the numbers settled. Nora saw her score and laughed with glee.

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"Ha! Beat that!"

Yang just rolled her eyes. The poor soul had no idea how this was going to go. Yang politely handed Nora back all of her tickets and shooed her out of the way. She placed in her coin, and the ball reappeared, ready for her to strike. As her three friends watched on, Yang closed her eyes, taking deep, slow breaths. She summoned the vestiges of her strength, finding her source of power within herself. Balance. Find balance. She let the world fade away as she placed her energy into her arm. She just needed enough for a demonstration of her power—not enough to count as using her Semblance, but enough to win.

Yang's multi-colored eyes shot open. She roared as her fist flew forward. Upon impact, the ball ripped off its steel hinges and flew across the arcade. It frightened some nearby teenagers and disturbed the local, minimum-wage workers, but Yang still grinned with deep satisfaction.

Coco and Pyrrha shook their heads, having predicted exactly how the contest would turn out. Nora just stood there dumbfounded as Yang collected her gigantic pile of tickets, and waltzed off to the prize counter.

"So, here's the deal," Blake said calmly. "We're going to fuck with Weiss."

Jaune did not like the sound of that. He did not like it when Blake dragged him into Weiss's room against his will. He did not enjoy being handed a box of mystery contents. He did not enjoy the way Blake stared out the window of the bedroom onto the beach, mischievously staring down her targets. Weiss and Ruby were enjoying the warm weather by floating around in the shallow waters of the ocean. They seemed to be having a great time. He wanted them to have a great time. Why could they not let them have a good time?

"Why are we doing this?" Jaune asked nervously.

"It's funny."

"Has Weiss done anything to deserve this?"

"You don't even know what this is."

"Because you won't tell me."

"Look, it's very simple," Blake explained. "You go to Weiss and tell her that you were tidying around her room when you found this box under her bed. You didn't want to open it, but you thought she might be interested. And then… that's it. Your job is done."

"I don't understand this at all," Jaune confessed. The box he was holding was the size of a shoebox and unlabeled. His first instinct was that there was a bomb inside. Blake did literally blow up Beacon, and he didn't put it past her to wipe them all out in a vengeful, glorious explosion. Surely, she wouldn't kill Weiss though… right? But then, what did the box contain? Was it really some possession of Weiss's? And what was his role in all of this?

"I think it's going to be really funny when Weiss opens this box and sees what's in it," Blake said simply. "I can't be the one to give it to her though. She'd immediately realize something was up."

"Then why can't you get Fox to help you with this? He seems more like the pranking person."

"Nah, you're perfect. She's defenseless around you. You're a nice kid, and you've got this cute, innocent, boyish charm that she'll never see coming."

"I really don't like the sound of this," Jaune said, an audible tremble in his voice. Blake was kind and smiled at him, and she continued to smile at him. However, he noticed the angle of her grin shift, and her voice turned lurid and cruel.

"I mean… you don't have to prank Weiss. You'll just have to, you know… deal with the consequences."

Jaune stared at Blake in silence.

"What… what consequences?"

"The consequences," Blake repeated.

Jaune stuttered. "But… but what are they?"

Blake playfully shrugged. "I don't know! People don't usually have to deal with them."

Jaune stood in silence.

Blake stood in silence.

Then, a few moments later, Jaune bowed his head and ducked out of the room. "I'll give Weiss the box."

Blake waved him off. "Have fun, Jaune! You're the best!" She smiled contently as Jaune vanished down the hall. She couldn't think of a better spring break than screwing around with her two least favorite teammates. Now if only that damn hangover would go away.

Weiss sighed, sinking her chest down beneath the water. A few yards away from the shore, she gently floated in the meager waves with Ruby by her side. Her girlfriend was explaining to her a new combat move she dreamt up about the night before. Something called Fiberglass. It may have involved a lot of spinning and slicing of limbs or something. Weiss could hardly follow the movements, because as Ruby was energetically jumping in and out of the water, bouncing and splashing about, Weiss's mind was somewhere else entirely. None of it ended up mattering. Soon, their attention was diverted, and Weiss was snapped out of her voyeuristic gaze.

"Ahem… excuse me? Weiss?"

Weiss turned to the shore, where Jaune was standing awkwardly in the foam. He was holding a very familiar box in his hands. Ruby waved and greeted him first.

"Hey, Jaune. What's going on?"

Jaune did not look them in the eye. In fact, he seemed to want to be literally anywhere else but that exact spot. His eyes kept shifting back to the villa, where unbeknownst to the couple, Blake watched keenly from the shadows.

"Um… I was, uh… um…"

"Yes?" Weiss asked impatiently. Every millisecond she spent staring at Jaune was a millisecond lost she could have spent with Ruby, so she was intent on speeding the nerd along.

"I was, well… I was in your room. Cleaning. I thought I would do some cleaning. And well, your room needed cleaning, so I decided to clean your room—"

"You went into my room without my permission?" Weiss said angrily. She rose out of the water, and with big, exaggerated steps, marched out of the shallow water. Jaune immediately shut his eyes as if to block the bikini-clad fury out.

"I didn't… I mean, I did… that's not the point though—"

"Don't enter my room without asking me! What is wrong with you?" Weiss scolded him. From the shadows, Blake stifled her laugh. She had to admit: that this was an unintentional outcome of her scheme. Yet, it was very welcome. Jaune and Weiss suffering together? She was more brilliant than she realized.

Jaune felt the heat of the sun bearing down on him. His forehead was drenched with sweat. He couldn't withstand the gaze for a moment longer. He shoved the box into Weiss's arms and turned away. "Anyway, I found this box sticking out from your bed, didn't look inside but thought you might be interested in it. Bye!"

Jaune waddled away in shame, his role in the scheme completed at great personal cost. Weiss watched him flee with a furrowed brow and a bulging vein in her temple, though the rage subsided as she heard wet footsteps approach from behind her. Ruby gazed over her shoulder, staring at the shoebox with mild curiosity.

"What's that?"

Weiss's shoulders slumped. She held the box loosely in her hand. While it had been many years, she did recognize it from Jaune's description.

"My seashell collection," Weiss admitted.

"Seashells?" Ruby said, surprised. "I didn't know you liked seashells."

"I don't. Not really," Weiss explained. My Father had very strict control over my possessions. Everything down to the accessories of my outfits was by his design. Sometimes, I would find small things and keep them when I thought they were special, just to have something that was mine. My favorite as a child was the shells. My mother and I would walk along the shoreline and collect the ones we thought were prettiest."

"That's actually very sweet," Ruby smiled. "I know your relationship with your mom wasn't the greatest…"

Weiss sighed. "That's one way to put it. Truthfully, whenever we went on vacation, that was when my family felt the most… normal, I suppose. She didn't drink as much. Shocking, I know, considering the wine cellar. But she would actually spend time with me. We would spend hours, just tracing the same path up and down the water, watching out into the ocean as the sun fell away behind us. Gods, I haven't thought about that in years." She smiled sadly, her fingers gripping the box ever so tightly. Ruby placed her hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sure she's happy with the woman you've become… even if she doesn't show it."

Weiss said nothing.

"So…" Ruby continued. "How many shells do you have?"

"I don't know. Seashells haven't interested me since I was twelve."

"I bet you found some good ones though," Ruby stated. "I wish I knew what the types were. I just know shells and, well, more shells."

"I probably have around a hundred," Weiss said, casually opening up the box. "I used to collect them all the—"

Weiss and Ruby looked down into the box and froze.

Porn. So much porn. An absurdly ridiculous amount of pornographic material was staring right back at them. Human porn. Faunus porn. Lady porn. Dude porn. In-between porn. Skinny porn. Fat porn. Hairy pron. Furry porn. Fetish porn. Porn magazines, porn pictures, porn cutouts, porn, porn, porn, more porn, just…

Fucking…

Porn…

Weiss closed the box in a panic, screaming at the top of her lungs. "What the hell! That isn't… who did that…"

Ruby turned bright red. Her face was expressionless.

"That's not… that's not mine!" Weiss screamed, throwing the box to the ground. "I would never! I swear I have no idea how that got in there!"

Ruby's eyes were still transfixed to the box. Her lips were pulled tightly inward, and her mouth was as straight as an arrow.

"There were shells in there! I promise! Just seashells! Beautiful, innocent seashells! Not that… I don't even… gahh!"

Ruby cleared her throat, her brain trying to process thought into words. Unfortunately, she had a lot of thoughts and very few words to put them into. Mostly, she was just trying to comprehend what she was seeing.

"I… I mean…" Ruby said slowly. "It's okay if you do—"

"What? No!" Weiss insisted. "I am not a pervert!"

"I'm not judging," Ruby promised. "Everyone is allowed their… um… urges."

"I don't have urges! That lying Jaune must have put those in there to trick me!"

"Jaune said he just found that under your bed," Ruby reminded her. "And I know that's not super uncommon for teens to keep those sorts of things there. I don't think he'd lie about it."

Weiss threw her arms in the air. She wanted to die. She wanted to disappear from the face of Remnant and have the memory of her wiped from existence. She wanted to shrink into subatomic matter and be broken into quantum matter so that she no longer had any definitive being. Fucking shit, Ruby just thought she saw her porn stash. Fuck. Fuck!

"I… I don't… no… I…"

"At least you have a variety of tastes, I suppose," Ruby said, trying to cheer her girlfriend up. "I didn't know you were such a big fan of Faunus though. Maybe we didn't have to visit that food kitchen after all…"

Weiss buried her face into her palms and let out a horrified scream.

Ruby held back a laugh. Okay, she was ninety percent sure Weiss was telling the truth. Ruby may have been ignorant on certain romantic topics, but she wasn't stupid, and this had all the makings of a devious prank at the Schnee heiress's expense. Ruby even had an idea of the party responsible. In the distance, she could hear a peal of howling, wicked laughter that, while unfamiliar, still felt rather Blake-ish. She was sure that once Weiss discovered the ruse, she would be out for blood. However, for the moment, Ruby was fine with keeping up the joke. It wasn't often she got to play around with Weiss, and were girlfriends not allowed to lovingly tease one another every now and then? Besides, the prank was entirely harmless. As long as Blake didn't destroy the actual seashell collection, Ruby would let her have her fun. It was a good way to relieve some stress.

And besides, that opened the door for some payback. Ruby was a tactical genius, after all. If Blake wanted a prank war, she didn't know what was coming her way.