HA3

Jaune glanced up from his new desk set in the bridge of the Atlas battleship. Or what was left of the bridge. It was all a little complicated since the ship had fallen nose down, which meant the floor he stood on was actually the wall, while the wall itself had metal chairs and terminals sticking horizontally out of it.

It was like one of those paintings designed to confuse your eyes and give you a headache.

"Qrow?"

"I thought it was Bran," the man said, stepping into the room and then stumbling a little.

"Watch that first step. The floor isn't exactly even."

"Y-Yeah, I can tell." Qrow caught himself on a sideways chair and looked down to the hand-railing he'd tripped over. Those were on the floor now, along with windows, panels and the occasional storage cupboard. All were metal and almost impossible to remove, now forming the obstacle course that was Jaune's new office. "This place is giving me a headache just looking at it, and you want to work here?"

—HA1

[...]

"No problem." The deputy headmistress, and the woman he'd been dating for a while (though that was up in the air now) stepped easily around the unusual protrusions coming out the floor of his battleship office and took a seat opposite his desk.

[...]

Blake practically skipped out of the battleship – and literally did in one case, nearly tripping over a gun locker that was now on the floor of all places. Without guns obviously, but still with all the latches and pegs sticking up precariously.

[...]

Yang's question never got answered as the girl suddenly tripped over the same hand railing Qrow had, tumbling to the floor.

"Watch your step, Miss Xiao-Long. The floor isn't even."

—HA2

[...]

Their fight carried on for another five or so minutes, carrying them across the interior of the Atlas battleship. They could have fought outside, but Neo wanted it in here. More teaching, he would have said. The uneven floor better mimicked the arenas he actually ended up fighting in. How often had those been on flat and even grass?

—HA3