Do Elevator Malfunctions count as 'Interesting'?

Not even a moment after putting the notebook away does the elevator screech to a halt, dropping both Huntsmen off balance and back onto the floor.

“FuckmelikeaMistralwhore!” Cusses Qrow, gathering his bearings after being flung into a wall. He grabs the railing, and hoists himself up, and offers his ‘coworker’ a hand to her feet as well.

“What in the name of the Brothers happened?” Demanded Glynda, looking up towards a camera and speaker that both knew was connected to Oz’s office and the Security Room. After a few seconds, the intercom crackled to life, and the sound of Ozpin’s voice came over.

“Hello? Yes, hello. This is Professor Ozpin speaking. Whoever is in the elevator, we are having a major issue involving the Dust slides on it, and the emergency switch was pulled. Rest assured, you are perfectly safe, but you may have to remain where you are for the next hour or so. I do apologize for the inconvenience, Qrow, seeing as you’re more than likely the only one in there. I’ll be sending a bottle of your favorite to your room on campus as an apology. Be seeing you when you make it to ground level.” The intercom rang out, before squeaking off.

Both huntsmen looked blankly at the intercom and camera, as if to ask Ozpin ‘Really?’ through telepathy via sheer disbelief, spite and good old fashion frustration. Alas, neither have or ever had said ability, despite the rumors about Glynda’s signature ‘Penance Stare’.

“Great… just fuckin’ great… First, I get the first vacation I have had in literal years turned into a slog fest because Ozzie needs me at arms length in case something ‘interesting’ happens, then I am told I gotta stay on school grounds, more or less, and now I am stuck in here with you!” Roars Qrow, slamming his fist into the metal door in frustration, both his voice and the clang of his fist on the door rigging through the room.

“Tone it down, Branwen! If you haven’t noticed, you aren’t exactly pleasant company either!” Sneers Glynda, aiming her riding crop at the taller figure in an attempt to intimate him into complacency. Sadly, the Drunkle wasn’t exactly in the mood to have weapons being pointed at him.

“Glyn, I swear, if you don’t get that damn crop out of my face, I’ll shove it and my boot up your ass!” Snarls Qrow, wheeling on her with his hand around Harbinger.

The elevator, unfortunately, lurched, and both Hunters tumbled into one another. Thankfully, they both had the sense of mind to put up their Aura's so as to not be injured… but their articles of clothing however… were not spared a similar fate.

A shriek came from Glynda as her blouse and bra were cut due to the edge on Harbinger, even in its collapsed form, and Qrow’s own vest was shredded by the handguard. Qrow, having experienced a similar song and dance before, leaped back before Glynda could strike him, and faced the wall so as to not see anything he wasn’t supposed to.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Was both of their replies to the events that transpired.