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Report Week

Summary: Report week is looked forward to by all the Seniors. Snake fears it.
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“Alright, guys, it’s that time of year again,” Amy grinned at their weekly meeting.

The other five Seniors suddenly sat up, grinning.
“Report time?”
“Totally.”
“This is gonna be awesome.”
“I haven’t worked on mine at all since the last report week!”
The excited chattered filled the room until Amy brought them back to subject.

“Alright, ladies - tell your kids you love ‘em, your husbands you’ll see ‘em in a week, and your siblings goodbye. We ain’t leavin’ this room except for meals for a week.”

*~*~*~*

Snake shifted the 4 year old on his hip so he could key in the passcode for the Security Room.

The scene he saw was certainly not what he was expecting.

His wife and Amy were turning blue slightly because they were laughing so hard. Aayla was draped across the couch arm, Amy on the top of said couch, and Amai was laying on the table, laughing just as hard. She was covered in sticky notes, and it appeared as if a sparkly gel pen had exploded in her hair.

’...Um...’

Everyone looked at him, the child on his hip grinning widely at the chaos.

Then all 6 women started laughing even harder.

’What did I walk in on?’

Of course, he got no answer, but he did get even more laughter.

’I believe I will just...take my leave...Saki, you will have to show her in a few days, when your mother is not as...hyper.’

“Nooooo!” the cry pierced through the giggles and guffaws that still filled the room, “What did Saki wanna show me?!”

The blonde man slowly walked forwards, setting his wiggly daughter down so she could race off to her mother to show her the slightly crumpled piece of paper.

“I painted! Like you do! Look, that’s Chaud, and Fang, and Daddy, and you, and me!”

Considering she was 4, Aayla thought it was a masterpiece. Her anatomy was wonky, proportions were nonexistent, but it looked like she had mastered the art of hair already.

Kind of.

“That’s fantastic Saki! I have to stay and work-” here was a soft snort from her husband, which she met with a glare - “but I’m sure your father can figure out a way to display it.”

There was a slight cough and once he was sure Aayla was loking, he fingerspelled very carefully.

*N.i.n.j.a.*

Aayla scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Get goin’, ninja. We are doing important things here.”

*~*~*~*

The next day found them without any visitors. They usually didn’t, during this week of reports. The ‘unofficial’ leadership - Snake, Zee, Hamster, Ani, and Jewel - stepped up and made sure that Camp was running somewhat smoothly.

“Amyyyyy, what do I put as my ‘professional opinion on your leadership’?” Bri asked, looking up from her paper. It had doodles and hearts all over it, but Bri’s loopy handwriting was actually dominating over half the page.

...Unlike Amai, who only had 3 very short sentences.

“You can say it’s -”
“Brutal!”
“Tyrannical.”
“Tortuous.”
“She beats us all the time!”
“And starves us!”
“And makes us-”
“That’s enough!” Amy said loudly, laughing, “Just say it’s strict but effective.”

Bri snickered and nodded.

“Cool.”

*~*~*~*

“Amyyy...help me write my repooort.”
“Not gonna write it for you, Amai!”
“Butbutbut-”
“Defeatsthepurpose of a report on Camp and my leadership if I’m writing it.”
“...Fiiiiine. What do I write about?”
“The training, my leadership, your roles as a senior - that kind of stuff.”
“Oh. Okay.”
*~*~*~*

Amy flipped through the small stack, counting off the forms and reports silently.

“That looks like all of them - except Amai’s.”
“I know, I know,” the redhead muttered sourly, checking boxed frantically on her last form, “I’m almost done. Give me a few minutes.”

The blonde nodded and set the stack on the table next to the manilla envelope they’d put them in to send off to Olypmus.

“It’s already 10 o’clock...one more might won’t kill anyone.”

Bri yawned and nodded.

“Yeah. I’m exhausted.”
“We finished on time though,” Iris said, thoughtfully if a little sleepily, “A week tomorrow.”

They all nodded and Amy ran a hand through her hair.
At the same time, her and Aayla both said, “...I miss my cowboy,” and “...I miss my ninja.”

They looked at each other and started laughing.

Once they started, they couldn’t stop and slid down the wall until they were sitting on the floor, leaning against each other, laughing too hard to have the luxury of breathing.

After they calmed down, Amai triumphantly thrust her form in the air.

“Finished it!” she cried. Sleepy hoots, hollers, and applause broke out.

She handed Amy her stack of reports and the blonde distributed them through the main stack, setting it on top of the envelope.

“And we’ll send it off in the morning. Ladies, we have just survived Report Week. Again.”

More sleepy cheers.

“You can sleep in tomorrow, but the day after, we’re getting back into the swing of things. So let’s head now.”

They all nodded and went to their pallets/couches for the last night in the Security Room.

Amy stood by, watching until they were all settled.

“We all good?”
“Yeeeeeah.”
“Turning out the light. ‘Night guys.”
“Niiiiiight, Amy.”

She flipped out the lights and made her way back to her couch, grabbing the pillow she had been using to substitute the presence of her cowboy.

“I love you guys,” Rose said suddenly.

From around the room, tired voices called out, “Love you too, Rose.”
~FIN~

Description
Report Week

Summary: Report week is looked forward to by all the Seniors. Snake fears it.
_______________________________________________________________________

“Alright, guys, it’s that time of year again,” Amy grinned at their weekly meeting.

The other five Seniors suddenly sat up, grinning.
“Report time?”
“Totally.”
“This is gonna be awesome.”
“I haven’t worked on mine at all since the last report week!”
The excited chattered filled the room until Amy brought them back to subject.

“Alright, ladies - tell your kids you love ‘em, your husbands you’ll see ‘em in a week, and your siblings goodbye. We ain’t leavin’ this room except for meals for a week.”

*~*~*~*

Snake shifted the 4 year old on his hip so he could key in the passcode for the Security Room.

The scene he saw was certainly not what he was expecting.

His wife and Amy were turning blue slightly because they were laughing so hard. Aayla was draped across the couch arm, Amy on the top of said couch, and Amai was laying on the table, laughing just as hard. She was covered in sticky notes, and it appeared as if a sparkly gel pen had exploded in her hair.

’...Um...’

Everyone looked at him, the child on his hip grinning widely at the chaos.

Then all 6 women started laughing even harder.

’What did I walk in on?’

Of course, he got no answer, but he did get even more laughter.

’I believe I will just...take my leave...Saki, you will have to show her in a few days, when your mother is not as...hyper.’

“Nooooo!” the cry pierced through the giggles and guffaws that still filled the room, “What did Saki wanna show me?!”

The blonde man slowly walked forwards, setting his wiggly daughter down so she could race off to her mother to show her the slightly crumpled piece of paper.

“I painted! Like you do! Look, that’s Chaud, and Fang, and Daddy, and you, and me!”

Considering she was 4, Aayla thought it was a masterpiece. Her anatomy was wonky, proportions were nonexistent, but it looked like she had mastered the art of hair already.

Kind of.

“That’s fantastic Saki! I have to stay and work-” here was a soft snort from her husband, which she met with a glare - “but I’m sure your father can figure out a way to display it.”

There was a slight cough and once he was sure Aayla was loking, he fingerspelled very carefully.

*N.i.n.j.a.*

Aayla scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Get goin’, ninja. We are doing important things here.”

*~*~*~*

The next day found them without any visitors. They usually didn’t, during this week of reports. The ‘unofficial’ leadership - Snake, Zee, Hamster, Ani, and Jewel - stepped up and made sure that Camp was running somewhat smoothly.

“Amyyyyy, what do I put as my ‘professional opinion on your leadership’?” Bri asked, looking up from her paper. It had doodles and hearts all over it, but Bri’s loopy handwriting was actually dominating over half the page.

...Unlike Amai, who only had 3 very short sentences.

“You can say it’s -”
“Brutal!”
“Tyrannical.”
“Tortuous.”
“She beats us all the time!”
“And starves us!”
“And makes us-”
“That’s enough!” Amy said loudly, laughing, “Just say it’s strict but effective.”

Bri snickered and nodded.

“Cool.”

*~*~*~*

“Amyyy...help me write my repooort.”
“Not gonna write it for you, Amai!”
“Butbutbut-”
“Defeatsthepurpose of a report on Camp and my leadership if I’m writing it.”
“...Fiiiiine. What do I write about?”
“The training, my leadership, your roles as a senior - that kind of stuff.”
“Oh. Okay.”
*~*~*~*

Amy flipped through the small stack, counting off the forms and reports silently.

“That looks like all of them - except Amai’s.”
“I know, I know,” the redhead muttered sourly, checking boxed frantically on her last form, “I’m almost done. Give me a few minutes.”

The blonde nodded and set the stack on the table next to the manilla envelope they’d put them in to send off to Olypmus.

“It’s already 10 o’clock...one more might won’t kill anyone.”

Bri yawned and nodded.

“Yeah. I’m exhausted.”
“We finished on time though,” Iris said, thoughtfully if a little sleepily, “A week tomorrow.”

They all nodded and Amy ran a hand through her hair.
At the same time, her and Aayla both said, “...I miss my cowboy,” and “...I miss my ninja.”

They looked at each other and started laughing.

Once they started, they couldn’t stop and slid down the wall until they were sitting on the floor, leaning against each other, laughing too hard to have the luxury of breathing.

After they calmed down, Amai triumphantly thrust her form in the air.

“Finished it!” she cried. Sleepy hoots, hollers, and applause broke out.

She handed Amy her stack of reports and the blonde distributed them through the main stack, setting it on top of the envelope.

“And we’ll send it off in the morning. Ladies, we have just survived Report Week. Again.”

More sleepy cheers.

“You can sleep in tomorrow, but the day after, we’re getting back into the swing of things. So let’s head now.”

They all nodded and went to their pallets/couches for the last night in the Security Room.

Amy stood by, watching until they were all settled.

“We all good?”
“Yeeeeeah.”
“Turning out the light. ‘Night guys.”
“Niiiiiight, Amy.”

She flipped out the lights and made her way back to her couch, grabbing the pillow she had been using to substitute the presence of her cowboy.

“I love you guys,” Rose said suddenly.

From around the room, tired voices called out, “Love you too, Rose.”
~FIN~