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[sub][color=slategray]Location: The Helmsley Three Meeting Room
Collaboration: [@Universorum] and [@smarty0114][/color][/sub][/center]
[hr][hr][indent]Brian had made sure to set up the war room before even bothering to invite his siblings in for a meeting. The table, a technological marvel, was capable of projecting holograms, and the surface of it was a giant touchscreen. He’d copied his notes to the computer inside the table, and placed copies on the screen in front of both of his siblings preferred spot, while he took the head of the table this time — usually, whoever called the meeting took the head. Alongside the handwritten, scanned in notes, Brian had opened the Weekend Warrior, highlighting the relevant parts.

In the notes, he had the basic outline of what they’d missed out on since their departure, based on what he’d heard from Damian. This included Hailey declaring Jennifer Hart excommunicado, and her shift into a burner — apparently now A Double’s queen to his king. More importantly, it included Hailey’s breaking up of Trixie and Owen, with a few different theories on why that may have happened.

In a separate window on the screen at each seat, was the video clip from the Weekend Warrior of Owen’s outburst, in its entirety. The clip was slightly edited by Brian — he’d been busy. He’d circled a few parts he considered important, including Hailey grabbing Trixie’s arm to stop her from interfering, and that stupid smile that was on her face the whole time.

The final piece of the puzzle had been pulling up a hologram of [i]The Destiny[/i], the family’s superyacht. The 3D model of the ship was in the center of the table, slowly rotating in a circle.

When the door opened, and Bailee walked in, Brian smiled at her, [color=0598bc][b]“hey, glad you could make it. Becca should be here soon, I hope. We have work to do. If you look at your seat, I think I laid everything out for you and her. At least as much as I know. I have a plan to deal with things; I guess Hailey has gone overboard while we were gone, and more importantly: the Weekend Warrior put the spotlight on You Know Who.”[/b][/color]

Bailee approached her brother and kissed him on the cheek before circling around to her designated seat in the meeting room.  [color=DDA0DD][b]“I appreciate you getting me out of my meetings for the rest of the day- They want to move up the Reynolds Contract by three weeks, which I did [i]not[/i] want to deal with today. I’m jet-lagged as it is.”[/b][/color] Sitting at the table and taking out her compact once again as well as her lipstick, she touched up her makeup as the two waited for the arrival of the twin that completed the trifecta. While they waited she leafed through the files her brother had presented her with and prepared herself for his master plan of redemption. She had heard fragments of the gossip from various sources, and had preemptively taken a gander at Weekend Warrior- she enjoyed staying up to date with BHHS’s journalist at-large. 

[color=DDA0DD][b]“Hailey certainly did more than she should have in our absence- guess we’ll have to rectify things immediately.”[/b][/color] She let the video play from Owen’s momentary lapse of judgment, and grimaced at his harsh words and actions.  [color=DDA0DD][b]“Someone needs to get that boy a therapist.”[/b][/color] She remarked, noting everything wrong with that situation before looking up at her brother through the hologram in the center of the table. [color=DDA0DD][b]“Or a straitjacket.”[/b][/color]

Becca marched into the war room, ready to go to battle. Of the triplets, Becca was always the one ready to act. A bit of a hothead, she was happy that Brian had called this meeting. It meant they were making a move. [color=bd3f6e][b]”We’re on vacation and suddenly Hailey decides to go full Stalin on the school,”[/b][/color] Becca exclaimed, walking over to Bailee to give her a kiss on the cheek, then to Brian for the same. Finally, she took her seat, going through the files Brian had left out for her.

[color=bd3f6e][b]”I just got back from Henry’s. The Elite is on the bench right now from what I can tell. The Weekend Warrior’s article dealt a blow. Damian’s off the team, which might actually be a blessing in disguise. But, I’m assuming you both know that much. What’s your plan so far Bri?”[/b][/color] Becca asked, looking up at her brother.

Brian smiled, and stood up, leaning onto the table. The team was reassembled, and now it was time to lay things out for them to either decline or get on board with; and if he knew his sisters, it’d be the latter. [color=0598bc][b]“Bailee, Owen’s crazy, but he’s still our cousin. Therapist — no straitjacket. Alright. Obviously, their original plan of throwing a party to get everyone together and make them feel welcome and like we’re all one big happy family didn’t work out — makes sense. It was a stupid plan. I don’t know what happened at the party, and frankly? I don’t care. We’re going to move past that now.”[/b][/color] Brian tapped the hologram, then looked at his sisters again, [color=0598bc][b]“Phase one of the plan is pretty much the same as what they did; only this time we’ll be there. We’re going to throw a party, on the Destiny. Bailee, you have until tomorrow night to make sure everyone in the school knows about it. Yes, tomorrow night. Yes, I talked to mom and dad already. Yes, they said okay. Becca, you and Damian are hosting it. No, I haven’t asked him yet. No, I don’t care if he protests. Make him agree. It’s important that we use this to make everyone see that Hailey; I’m taking liberties here, and assuming she’s the one who got him punished, can’t break someone that easily. If Damian throws another party, this close to the last one, he looks invincible.”[/b][/color]

He spun the ship, [color=0598bc][b]“A ship is a bit better for our purposes, I think. If anyone starts too much shit, we can throw them off. And we [i]will[/i] throw them off. I’ve also quit the football team, in case you guys haven’t heard yet. Word travels fast around here, it’s pretty wild. I’m gonna be one of the co-hosts on Riley’s TV show. I’ll use that to advertise the party. I guess it’s time for me to stop lurking around in the shadows, which sucks, but whatever. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Any questions, comments, or suggestions?”[/b][/color] There, Brian had laid out phase one.

Bailee took in her brother’s words, in result, the wheels began turning in her head. When given a task, she always went the extra mile, and this situation wouldn’t be any different.  A Tuesday night was risky for a party, but if there was no risk, there wouldn’t be any reward. In regards to advertising the boat celebration, Bailee [i]loved[/i] a good, sexy marketing plan, and would make sure each and every person at school knew about it before third period. It’s what she did best, after all. [color=DDA0DD][b]“Party starts at 8:00 PM and the boat leaves the dock at 8:45 PM sharp. If you show up at 8:46 you will be waving as the Destiny sets sail and leaves you behind.”[/b][/color] She clarified for the twins typing this all out on her tablet. Looking up at her siblings, she smirked deviously. [color=DDA0DD][b]“Do we make everyone pay an entrance fee? After all, we do have some leverage in this situation...”[/b][/color]

Becca grinned. A boat party. Just the kind of thing to welcome the siblings back home. Show everyone, including Hailey, that they were still the head bitches in charge. [color=bd3f6e][b]”I vote yes on the entrance fee. Why not make some money off of this,”[/b][/color] Becca said, already planning out the party in her head. She’d have James pick up supplies tomorrow. They’d need a lot of booze, and a lot of drugs...fuck. [color=bd3f6e][b]”Drugs. Henry said that Hana Park is with Hailey now. No Pizza Man means drugs are gonna be a bit harder to come across,”[/b][/color] Becca said, chewing her lip. [color=bd3f6e][b]”A Double could hook us up with weed, but the harder shit is gonna be a pain,”[/b][/color] she explained.

Brian frowned and looked down at his notes. He saw nothing about this bit on Hana being with Hailey now. That was… unfortunate, and would make things slightly more of a struggle for them. [color=0598bc][b]“Gonna be a hard no on the entrance fees. We need to have as many people as possible — sorry. Besides, don’t we have enough money already? I mean, in the time I said that sentence, our fortune probably grew a million dollars. Now two. Just saying.”[/b][/color]

[color=DDA0DD][b]“You can never have too much money, Bri. [i]Never[/i].”[/b][/color]

[color=0598bc][b]“Well, we have enough [i]for now.[/i] The drugs thing is fine. I’ll see what I can come up with, there might be a couple of people I can ask. See if Henry knows anyone, Becca. You’re always on his dick anyway; and if someone knows where to get drugs, it’s Henry fucking Green. He spends more time high than a normal person does sober…”[/b][/color] He looked up at the ceiling briefly, before turning his attention back to the others. [color=0598bc][b]“Do what you have to do to get the party together, alright? And, apparently, Damian has a girl he fancies now? I only paid so much attention to him after he’d told me the thing about You Know Who. I was busy trying to think up a plan. And this is what I came up with. Once we’ve calmed the Hailstorm, and gotten things back to a more level playing field, we’re gonna cut the Weekend Warrior down; by any means necessary. But, I’ve listened to dad talk enough to know that Rome wasn’t built in a day. Point is, maybe he can bring the girl. She can wear a bikini; if I knew Damian, that’ll entice him. Becks, you can get the finer details of the party together — I don’t really… party. I guess I’m going to now, but I’m definitely not a planner.”[/b][/color]

He paused for a moment, giving them a smile. [color=0598bc][b]“You guys in?”[/b][/color]

Becca turned her head to face Bailee, making brief eye contact, grinning, then turning back to Brian. [color=bd3f6e][b]”Of course I’m in, Baby Brother.”[/b][/color]

Bailee couldn’t help but smile as well, looking over at both of her siblings. [color=DDA0DD][b]“Count me in, too.”[/b][/color] She replied, tossing her hair behind one shoulder. This was going to be [i]fun[/i]. 

[color=DDA0DD][b]“Let’s remind Hailey and the rest of BHHS who [i]really[/i] runs the show around here.”[/b][/color][/indent]
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[indent][color=slategray]Next stop for the Beverly Hills High student body? A normal Tuesday at school and then apparently, a night out on a superyacht in the Pacific ocean. Good thing Wednesday is a late start — you’ll have time to wake up from the hangover induced sleeping in you might just be suffering from.[/color][/indent]