Day 28: Bus 1

[accursed-rock.livejournal.com]

Zelgadis was not happy, at all. Not that this was any change, but the events of the past few hours had given him more to angst about than usual. Nightshift had been dreadful: first he was attacked by a small green man and then covered in leeches, neither of which lead to warm fuzzy feelings.

And now this.

When the nurse had come into his room with new clothes he had a small glimmer of hope-- some thief had taken his normal Landel's wear in the night, so perhaps this was a change in luck. However, it was not the godsend he had hoped for. Minus the threat of sedation, there was nothing in the universe that could make Zelgadis wear a bright lemon-yellow shirt. There was a jacket of a slightly more tasteful variety, so Zelgadis made good us of it-- he put all his coupons in a pocket and pulled up the hood. It was almost as good as his cloak. Well, no it wasn't, but it would have to do.

With mild protesting, Zelgadis was lead to a large yellow vehicle. He climbed the stairs, took a seat towards the back, and readied himself for another frustrating day of being attacked and threatened with spoons.

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[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

Statesman found the new clothes he had been provided weren't too bad... The shirt was just a little tight around his shoulders, and the sweater that had come along with the close had like-wise been just a little small on his large frame.

But if they had trouble getting clothes that fit him properly, he had to wonder what they would stick Recluse in. Of course, he hoped he wouldn't have to be trapped on a bus with that psychopath.

Statesman was willing to work with Recluse at night, but he wanted him to stay away during the day.

Marcus took one of the window seats near the front of the bus and stared at his muffin and juice box. They expected that to substitute for breakfast?

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

If Landel's was supposedly such a well-funded institute, why did they give him a pair of old jeans and a muscle shirt for today? And a jacket, which really didn't fit at all. It was fairly consistent with what had been his normal attire... back in 1916.

At least he had someone to antagonize this morning. Forgoing any other options, Recluse sat down next to Marcus. "We really shouldn't have spent so much time waiting for your friends. Nothing important got done."

Hello, my name is Stefan Richter, and I'm here to ruin your day.

[offduty.livejournal.com]

God, last night had been a bitch. And now they were piled off to go somewhere. What? Fuck. Of all the days. This was going to make it a little harder to find the President and Reno needed to find him. Although it would be useful to know what was out there beyond the institute.

On the other hand, he'd at least been allowed to ditch the usual ridiculous uniform for jeans and a sweatshirt that was a bit too large. Not much of an improvement, but as long as the smiley face was non-existent, he wasn't going to complain.

Slumped into his seat, he chewed absently on a thumbnail as he kept an eye out for Rufus. He hadn't been on a bus for years. The last time he'd climbed aboard one was all the way back in grade school.

[theheirshinra.livejournal.com]

When Rufus Shinra got on the bus, needless to say, he didn't look like himself. First one had to get over the idea that Rufus Shinra, President of Shin-Ra Company and ruler of Gaia (however temporarily it had been), was on a bus. Something in the mind, or Rufus' at least, refused to believe that. To make matters worse, he was wearing jeans. Never in his life, even as a small child, had he worn such common clothing. It was unheard of! And... a long sleeved t-shirt! There was no silk shirt, vest, tie, or longcoat.

Rufus had plainly decided by this point to ignore his clothing. Repeatedly. It hurt his mind.

Spotting Reno, there was a momentary internal debate on whether or not to join the Turk. Not because he didn't want the redhead's company, oh no, but because Reno was a Turk and therefore adept at sniffing out a lie.

It didn't happen.
It did.
It didn't...

It was probably for the best that Schuldig wasn't around because the back and forth pingponging of Rufus' thoughts and the state of denial he was trying to keep himself in would have probably given the poor telepath a headache. Outwardsly, Rufus looked fine for the most part, save the remains of the black eye and busted nose Farfarello had given him. There was a thin flush to his cheeks, perhaps the beginnings of the flu. After all, it could have been cold and flu season here, right? Right?

Taking a seat beside Reno, Rufus eyed the Turk thoughtfully. "I think I liked your uniform back home better, but this is an improvement."

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

Now this was more like it, Max decided, running her hands down over her tight denims, t-shirt, and denim jacket. It was almost like being back home again, even if the calf-high boots were just a tad bit too large. She could deal, though. At least it wasn't that ridiculous smiley any longer. The thing gave her the creeps if she stared at it too long.

Reaching to tug her hair up and fastening it into a ponytail with the rubber band she'd stolen off her pack of pens, she followed her nurse out the door and towards the big yellow buses waiting outside. Biting back a snort of amusement, she picked one at random, found a seat halfway back, and made herself comfortable, feet propped up on the back of the seat in front of her, even as she sorted through the bag they'd given her for breakfast.

She was kind of annoyed her fight with Bucket-head the night before had gotten interrupted. She wondered if the guys' attacks on it had done some damage before they were all zapped back to their rooms? They'd had interesting fighting styles and she wouldn't mind running into them again...

She also wondered how Dean and Sammy had fared with their naked female companion the night before. The memory brought a smirk to her lips as she tore off a piece of blueberry muffin and popped it into her mouth.

[itneverwas.livejournal.com]

[ooc; hope you don't mind? I'll delete if you do XD]

Much to the Superior's displeasure, tonight hadn't yielded any productive results. He and VII had only managed to ascend the stairs leading to the second floor, but they had barely reached it or the night had already ended. Xemnas only managed to caught a glimpse of a red light, but before any proper investigation could be done he found himself staring at the bright, white ceiling once more. It was the second night in a row that was spend in a rather useless way, something the Nobody didn't quite like.

Xemnas wasn't given much time to think of the matter. Before he knew it, he was already escorted to the yellow bus in a new outfit existing of jeans, bright blue sweaters (which were a little too tight) and a jacket. Not quite something he would pick for himself, but it was hardly relevant.

The Superior made sure to pay attention to his surroundings, as such could obviously be of use on a later point in time. He was under the impression this field trip would certainly prove to be interesting, as even the Head Doctor himself attend this little field trip. The Nobody was curious to see what kind of measures they would take in order to prevent the chaos, though it remained to be seen if he happened to be ushered into the right bus.

As he stepped inside, his orange gaze scanned the vehicle. He spotted a familiar face halfway back. He had spoken with this woman once before in the courtyard, and now he approached her once again.

"Good morning."

[myopic-mousse.livejournal.com]

Mousse didn't quite remember the events of the previous night after he had decided to stop moping and be a man. His head was pounding (had he taking a beating?) and his right hand, though wrapped in bandages and in a sling, was still without any signs of feeling, short of throbbing pain. To make matters worse, a nurse had forced him to wear such strange clothing! Brown cargo pants and a black shirt with some writing on it about enlightenment or something (What the hell did "Nirvana" have to do with the three western looking men?) were not his idea of fashion.

Still, he went along with it, not really in the mood to deal with much of anything. Where were the people from last night? It didn't really matter. He boarded the first bus he saw and slumped against the window.

So. They were going somewhere...

[gald_digger]

Anise was perhaps one of the few who awoke in the same room she last recalled being in. She sat up in bed, wondering how she had fallen asleep in the first place. The last time she had found herself in this position, she could have plausibly fainted, but this time she had been in perfectly passable health. Was this how the nights always ended here? She couldn't quite get used to it. And this night had ended way too soon!

The nurse entered the room, as always, but this time with a paper bag and a change of clothes. "Today is the big field trip! Aren't you excited, Dolores?" Anise had nearly forgotten the announcements she heard the day before. They were really going to leave? It sounded too good to be true. The woman set some things on the girl's bed and from them, held up a bright yellow sun dress--the kind that only little kids would wear on a normal day, but thankfully for this woman Anise wasn't that familiar with modern Earth fashion. "You're always wearing those pretty yellow ribbons, so I thought you might like to wear something yellow!" Wrong. Anise's favorite color, the color that was present in nearly every outfit she owned, was what she liked to call Lovely Pink. Still, the dress was kind of cute, and it was a million times better than the institution's bland uniforms, so she accepted it without arguing. The nurse helped her change into the garment, which did lead to some arguing, but Anise wound up having to give in, as she still wasn't supposed to be moving her left arm. But... for an injury that should have been taking weeks to heal, it sure was feeling a lot better after merely a day and a half.

She was then put into a blue denim jacket, had her sling replaced over her arm, and was ushered out of the room and out of the building. They had really taken her outside! But not to freedom, she noted, as there were orderlies in every direction, and nurses herding patients into some vehicles that looked like some kind of miniature landships. Tacky-looking ones, at that. Running wasn't an option, so she boarded the nearest landship without making a fuss.

It seemed she was one of the last to board, as the bus was looking pretty full. But that was no problem for a social butterfly like Anise! She skipped over to the first empty seat she spotted, and sat down without asking the permission of the stranger who was already seated next to it. Why bother? It wasn't like any good man would refuse the company of a cute girl like her. Looking up at him with a bright smile, apparently ignoring the mood that he appeared to be in, she chirped a "Good morning!" at him.

[haiiro-no-chou.livejournal.com]

[Waiting for Renji.]

When Rukia woke up, she was, while not really injured, beyond exhausted. The binding spell from the previous night had really taken its toll on her. Dragging herself out of bed, she was greeted by a nurse and given a small breakfast and change of clothes. At least the clothes looked warm and comfortable; she hated tight clothes.

Rukia quickly got dressed into the tan corduroy pants, blue T-shirt, sneakers, and red fleece jacket the nurse had given her. When she looked about ready to go, the nurse also handed over a tiny pair of mittens. "It's chilly out, so we don't want you freezing to death out there!" she said with a kind smile. In truth, Rukia was grateful for the warm clothes; she got cold easily.

The nurse guided her through the institute and outside. The air was crisp and cool, and smelled like dry leaves as Rukia headed for one of the big yellow buses. Climbing aboard, she took a seat by herself near the middle, and peered out the window. Hopefully Renji would see her and get on this bus.

Meanwhile, she nibbled on the muffin and opened the juice box to take a sip. Good thing Ichigo had taught her how to use these things!

[norainu]

Well, Renji thought, it could have gone worse. He was tired, but that was just leftover fatigue from other nights. And, if he was going to be honest with himself, emotional exhaustion more than anything else. He was getting tired of worry and uncertainty and... everything else. So it was best to just not think about it.

The nurses gave him some different clothes to wear, and they were okay. A long sleeved, green shirt, a warm vest thing, and some pants that were way too tight, in his opinion. He also talked them out of a real bandana, with the logic that he didn't want to scare any kids in town with the tattoos on his forehead.

They handed him a bread thing and a...box? He almost went to the wrong bus, but caught himself at the last minute when he saw Rukia looking out the window of another of them. He headed that way, and sat down next to her, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He really didn't like the pants (jeans? that's what they called them). He shook the little box, and it swished like there was water inside. "The hell is this?" he asked, scowling. It wasn't an angry scowl, just a confused one.

[i-slay-giants.livejournal.com]

Jack sighed and shifted in his seat. Every so often, he would pick away pieces of his muffin with his fingers and pop the bits into his mouth. It wasn't necessarily a BAD thing that he had managed to sleep most of last night, he kept reminding himself. Indeed, he had been in pretty bad shape and in NEED of rest. Hell, his nose was only a dark bruised color now (no longer needing to be covered) and most of his more serious injuries had healed up to the point where he could move around without feeling as if he was being stabbed. Still, he had hoped for some female company after the friendly response on the message board. Oh well, he had her journal; she would have to come find him to get it back.

He had been amused when the nurses came to his door with a change of clothing. While they looked like something you might find at the Salvation Army, it was nothing Jack hadn't worn before at some point in his life. Jeans, at t-shirt, a flannel overshirt...all were not the finest things he'd ever put on, but not the worse either. It was almost as if they were BEGGING him to make a run for it, since he was no longer in the Landel's uniform.

He'd wait until they got to town and the staff wasn't looking. Then, he'd be GONE.

[ex-northswai344.livejournal.com]

The morning came all too soon, and Ashe was unable to answer or speak further with Vaan. It was a pity; the thief - no, Sky Pirate - deserved to know the truth of what had happened in greater detail, and if he spoke the truth, if they really were as close as he'd seemed to think they were...

Perhaps there would be time later in the day. For now, the indignant princess was ushered onto a bright, yellow carrier of sorts in some ridiculous outfit the nurses had picked out for her. She wore a simple, form-fitting, white shirt with the a floral design etched in the middle accompanied by a pair of what the nurse had called "blue jeans" that were just a bit tight around the backside, reminding her instantly of the tiny skirt she'd worn as part of Dalmasca's resistance. At least these pants covered her legs. Atop it all was a soft, blue sweater that seemed to fit just right, and her feet were adorned with a pair of comfortable but worn-looking brown, lace-up boots. Judging by most of the outfits here, it wasn't the worst of the bunch, and it was certainly nicer than the usual uniform they were forced to wear.

Boarding the transport, Ashe scanned the group with her breakfast in hand, finally deciding to spark up conversation with a man sitting by his lonesome. Posture perfect as always, the princess approached, clearing her throat and speaking before sitting without permission.

"Good morning, sir. Would it inconvenience you terribly if I were to occupy this seat?"

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

Why a lavender sweatshirt? Did they think it would match his hair well? It wasn't that he found the color offensive, it just... wasn't quite... well, it could be worse. The jeans took a few moments to dress in, since the zipper and bindings were rather different to the sorts of clothes he was used to, but not so strange that he required help.

Thus donned in an unmanly but color-coded fashion, he was herded with his breakfast bag onto one of the large, grumbling vehicles. It reminded him vaguely of dragon technology, which was an unpleasant thought, but certainly could be worse.

Xelloss spied his roommate sitting near the front of the bus, but he was talking to someone already, so Xelloss headed to the back. There he spied another familiar face, and with a wide smile sat down beside Zelgadis, pinning the ex-chimera between the wall of the bus and Xelloss himself.

"Very invigorating weather, isn't it?"

[accursed-rock.livejournal.com]

Oh god. His luck wasn't getting any better.

Zelgadis frowned at the "mysterious priest," attempting to glare daggers but finding himself too tired to do so effectively. Looking at the man's clothing did bring him some pleasure-- the shirt Xelloss wore may not serve a dual purpose as shirt and beacon, but it was amusingly similar to the priest's exotic hair color.

"Nice top."

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

Valyn was surprised and a bit pleased at being given a fresh change of clothes by his nursemaid. The strange, high necked tunic was even dark red. It was a little bit snug, but it was soft and warm and covered up the bandages on his neck. And the fawn colored rough trousers weren't so bad either. The short women's boots.... well, he supposed clothes were just different in this place.

He needed to be helped onto the bizarre metal wagon, and was urged into a seat near the front. It looked like a very large caravan wagon, with nothing to pull it. How strange. How did it move? What was it powered by?

Tucking back his long blond hair, Valyn looked around for any of his three companions. They had a plan, and he was determined to see it carried out - with as little distraction as possible.

[valyns-shadow.livejournal.com]

Shadow stared at the metal carriage and was amazed to see that there were no grel or horses in front of it. He didn't understand how it was supposed to move but the nurse assured him that it would and patted him on the back, pushing him onto the steps that lead into the compartment of the "buhs", which is what he supposed the great carriage was called.

He knew he probably shouldn't be surprised, not with the way the night had gone. Shadow was happy to have been warned about waking up in his own room. He would have been frightened if Valyn and Keman hadn't said something the night before. as it was, he was only mildly confused and bewildered at the amount of humans this place contained. Humans without collars. He didn't think he's really get used to the sight.

Shadow adjusted the green jacket they had given him and shifted, his canvas trousers (jeans the nurse had called them) feeling a bit on the tight side. The clothing he had to choose from was certainly strange but it was much more comfortable then the strange sleeping garments he'd been wearing the night before.

He spotted Valyn in a seat up front and smiled, relieved that seeing him alive wasn't at all a dream. He sat down next to the elf and snickered, his own outfit just as strange as the one Shadow wore. "Red is a nice color on you," he remarked.

[rabastlestrange.livejournal.com]

"But I don't want to go!"

Rabastan Lestrange was utterly terrified at the prospect of having to leave Landel's. It took two nurses, one orderly, and the head nurse herself to settle him down (with the help of a little blue pill) and reassure him that he was coming back to Landel's later that evening.

"Are you sure?" he asked for about the tenth time, uncomfortable in his Muggle clothing of jeans and a flannel shirt. Those trainers just did not fit his feet as nicely as boots did.

"Yes, Mr King. You'll be back before you know," the RN said soothingly, leading him to the buses.

That right there presented another problem. Rabastan had never seen a bus except for the Knight Bus, and this one looked nothing like that one. Suddenly, he found himself wanting Severus. Even Harry. Or Yazoo! Oh yes, Yazoo would make this less scary with his cat-eyes. Or Aya! Aya would be very nice too.

"IT ATE THOSE PEOPLE!" Bast yelped, top volume.

"Mr, King, it didn't -eat- them. They're getting on the bus. See?" The nurse, who was now glad Landel's had a good hearing plan, managed to get him calmed and explained what a bus was as best she could while trying to get all the patients in place. With that done (and the help of another blue pill), Bast looked pretty much ready to go.

At the stricken look on his face, she patted his hand gently. "You'll be back before you know it, Mr King. You'll like Doyleton."

Nodding miserably, although feeling very calm to say the least, Bast stared morosely out the window. They were taking him back to Azkaban.

She frowned, trying to get him cheered up some. "Now, Mr King, you know the Head Doctor wouldn't lie, would he? He wouldn't leave you there by mistake."

"Bast blinked at that, a tiny smile starting. No, the Head Doctor wouldn't, would he? And Alec might come too!

Seeing the bit of a smile, she patted his hand again and headed off to help the other patients. It was terrible when patients got institutionalized like Mr King, but she supposed there was no way to avoid it.

[floraltempest.livejournal.com]

Truth be told, MOMO had nearly forgotten about the field trip, until the nurse came in with some clothes for her to change into. That, needless to say, surprised her, but at least they were somewhat nice. Indeed, the realian was quite comfortable in the navy blue sweater, knee-length skirt (though it was admittably a bit longer than what she was used to), and pair of boots. She was also grateful that the long sleeves of the sweater hid the bites from the dragonflies she and the others had run into the previous night.

After being escorted to a bus and being handed her breakfast, MOMO began her search for a seat. It seemed to be filling up pretty quickly, or perhaps she was just late in getting there. Either way, after failing to see anyone she knew, the pink-haired Prototype paused near a man who seemed to be staring out the window.

"Um... excuse me, sir?" she began politely, putting on a smile, "May I sit here?"

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

Odd as it might sound, Fai was used to wearing strange clothing. They had to keep up with what others were wearing in whatever world they found themselves in, so change was frequent and often odd. Anything was better than those drab uniforms.

He wore plain pants, a tan color with pockets on the sides and a blue shirt that had once carried a logo on the front, but much washing and wear made it hard to even make out. On top of that, a tattered cream jacket with graying bits of fluff still clinging to the hood and collar.

He smiled and hummed softly to himself as the nurses escorted him onto the bus and handed him his breakfast. This place had to be one of the strangest that he'd visited thus far, but maybe he'd be able to catch sight of the others somewhere in town since he hadn't found them in the institute just yet.

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Hope you don't mind. Let me know if you do.^^;; ))

Haku stood (the wheelchair was thankfully not in sight) and stuffed his hands in the pockets of hsi coat. Old cotton pants, once black and now grey, hung baggy on his small frame. The white t-shirt under the old grey coat had faded words written on it that had taken a moment to work out. What on earth did "FEISTY and NON-COMPLIANT" mean?

Haku managed to get onto the bus without much pain, his ribs re-wrapped tightly once more and took a seat beside a pale man with a smile. He smiled and bowed his head in greeting.

[repolarization.livejournal.com]

Ginji was much happier this morning for several reasons. One, he was out in the sunshine! It was day and he was outside and he was going on a trip! Even if it was still under the watch of the staff of the hospital, it still wasn't inside of the bad place! Two, because of the nice person who had come to his room the night before he wasn't in so much pain! He still couldn't walk very well on his own, but a lot of the pain was gone. It was such a nice feeling he couldn't help but smile. Three, his clothes were much happier now. He wore a bright yellow sweatshirt and khaki pants.

He had also heard there was ice cream in the town. His mouth was watering just thinking about ice cream. Oh he couldn't wait! He was going to have a good day today, even if he was still a prisoner. He didn't want to be sad anymore.

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

Ironically, the one who found himself in the bus with Ginji was, while not exactly the opposite, quite a bit more gloomy than normal. Last night, not only had he been forced into his demonic form- not that he usually minded, but it was the principle of the thing- but there had been so much blood everywhere. Even during the morning, Roland could smell that scent on his clothing, on his skin... and he had been rather happy with getting a change of clothes.

Said clothing was actually remarkably similar to what he normally wore; a long brown- albeit a bit ragged- coat, military surplus pants and shirt, and boots. The last of which was what made him feel a bit more at ease; the hospital footwear just wasn't good enough for him.

Regardless, there was a long bus ride and nothing to do during that, so Roland decided to at least be partially personable. And who better than that man he had seen before? At the least, he needed to check in on Ginji and see how his progress was. The blond seemed healthier; that was a good sign. So, standing in the bus aisle, Roland smiled at the man and motioned to the seat. "Is this spot taken?"

[to-a-boy.livejournal.com]

L.A. had woken up in an entirely different place than where he remembered being last. He supposed he had gone unconscious, been treated, and then put in another room. Maybe it was his room, but how would they know that? In any case, he seemed to be doing all right. He was bandaged up now, and the effects of the scorpion's poison had faded. His injuries had begun to hurt again, but he figured it might just be the sting of disinfectant.

In any case, now that he was up, he was being hassled by what seemed to be a nurse into changing clothes. They weren't very nice clothes at all; the outfit consisted of a nondescript pair of jeans and a shirt with some corporate logo on it, as well as a light jacket. He was reluctant to undress in front of this nurse and the guy in the other bed, but he didn't seem to have any other choice. Once he'd changed, the nurse gave him a muffin and a juice box and led him out of the room.

She took him to a big long yellow bus, where he sat down in the first empty seat he saw. Examining the food he'd been given, he realized he was actually pretty hungry. He wolfed down the muffin and washed it down with the contents of the juice box.

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

_{[Sorry I'm late! I'm just saying screw it to NPCing :O]}

It smelled like autumn outside when the Chiropteran queen was led to the buses. There was a hand on each of her elbows, and the stupid little woollen cardigan they'd put on her to keep her 'warm' made her skin itch, and she just couldn't think straight...

Sedation, again, and worse than before.

She certainly didn't remember how she'd been brought back to that little room she'd only just left, but she had, and at the very least when a nurse came in to nag at her, she'd brought a dress with. Of course, Diva was having a hard time remembering what it really looked like. After all, that had been the point where she'd attacked and then... If the humans leading her along were talking, she didn't hear them, or didn't make the words out, or didn't care enough to do so.

She was placed next to a boy, of that she was certain. A boy that was injured. Hmph, strange blood.

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

It was a little odd to fall asleep at night and then actually sleep all the way to morning. Roy wasn't sure what had happened - had Greed just never made it? Or maybe night had "ended" before he had gotten there. It was a bit troublesome, but he couldn't dwell on that too long.

Still, something was going to have to be done to expedite the process at night or he would never get anything done.

Even though he was well-rested, Roy's mood took a turn for the worse when he was forced into an argyle-patterned sweater that was likely the least flattering piece of clothing he'd ever worn. The black slacks and boots that went with it weren't as bad, but he still felt like a fool as he got onto one of the buses with his muffin, his drink, and his coupons.

As for the patients already on the bus, he recognized a few -- Renji, Rukia, Reno, and Rufus. They were all in conversations, and he didn't exactly have anything to speak with them about. Therefore, Roy found an empty spot on the bus and settled down to eat. Chances were someone was going to sit with him eventually.

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

Kimbley woke up with a start, just about falling out of bed in an attempt to get away from the scorpion that was no longer about to poison him. For a few brief seconds his mind contained nothing but a jumble of what the fuck and where the fuck, but he quickly recovered and gave the intercom hidden in the ceiling a dark glare.

All right, he wasn't dead. He owed Greed for that, though. (Even if he had managed to stab the fucker in the arm.) The nurses came in and to his surprise handed him a pile of clothes - oh, that's right, they were leaving the institute today. A treat never encountered in jail, especially the jail he'd been in. And the clothes weren't too offensive, either - loose pants, a decent shirt, a sweater with a hood and drawstrings ... hm. Those might have to come out so that nobody could strangle him with them. (And if he kept them, all the better for him - he could use them for his own purposes ... )

As he got on the first bus, hair pulled back again after being messed up overnight, he immediately caught sight of Roy. And then he caught sight of what Roy was wearing.

That had to be humiliating for a narcissist like Mustang, but it was probably hysterical for everybody else.

"That," Kimbley said as he swung into the seat next to Roy, "is the worst thing you've ever worn."

[ontheabyss.livejournal.com]

Lyta didn't even care, at this point, that she hadn't done jack shit the night before. She'd slept, and she felt better for it. It was easier to block out the voices and background static.

She didn't know how she was going to handle being in a town. A town. God, when was the last time she was in a town? A normal, Earth town. She had a feeling it would look like one of those historic recreation parks.

Not caring about the clothes - centuries old, they looked like - Lyta dropped into a seat on the bus and leaned back. She was dressed in a simple black long sleeve shirt and jeans with sneakers. That was fine with her. She kept an eye out for Fox, Envy or Kimbley. At the very least some sort of plans could be made today....

[outtokillhim.livejournal.com]

He'd slept through the night, and he felt completely fuzzy. Something wasn't right; he'd never just slept through the whole night before. And then he was pulled up out of bed and given a change of very un-cute clothes to wear into town. He got time to think in the midst of arguing with the nurse and bargaining for something better to wear; it was fairly easy to argue with them automatically now.

He didn't trust the idea that they were just going to be let go into town. Something else had to be up.

Fortunately, Lyta was on the bus, and seemed to be not a few seats away from the Flame Alchemist and the mad bomber. Hopefully a little eavesdropping could make up for lost time.

If Lyta didn't ask for an excuse, he wasn't going to give one.

"Get anything interesting from our alchemist friend?" Maybe if she got some of his knowledge, they wouldn't even need his hands.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Kenshin sighed and stretched back against the high-backed seat in the bizarre horseless carriage. The bandages on his chest were pulling uncomfortably under the Western clothes he'd been given, but the healing blood that Homura had demanded he drink had made the wounds much more bearable.

He and Kyouya had gathered the rest of the blood in the bottle and the emptied flashlight that they had been left, just as Homura had asked. Both were now safely stored under Kenshin's bed, along with his remaining scalpels and the metal claws that he had extracted from one of the beasts.

And now he was sitting here, looking dubiously at the "breakfast" he had been given. Just how was he supposed to eat it, anyway?

[screwthegods]

Homura had made sure to sample some of the blood himself before he left with Okita, and to his benefit; there were no bandages on his face that morning, only faint scratches still left of his wounds. And what a curious thing he had woken to: a strange set of clothes laid out for him, though anything was preferable to what he was typically forced to wear.

So they would venture out that day. Homura couldn't help but be concerned, especially given what he'd seen a glimpse of the night before. Just before waking, when they'd found a hall of empty rooms, Hijikata not in sight...

He dressed quickly. Better he find Kenshin before Okita did.

It was fortunate that his assignment put him in the same place as the very man he needed to speak to. Taking a seat beside Kenshin, Homura gave the man a slight grin.

"Be wary of Okita today. Our friend is more dangerous than normal."

[koukakurou.livejournal.com]

What--?

It had to be the question of the day. Oriya opened his eyes with a grimace as the woman from the day before bustled in cheerily. It felt as if he had just been beaten... A rare feeling he had not had the fortune to feel since he was much younger and still only a novice with a blade. He could not say he had missed it all that much. It didn't take long for Oriya to figure out why.

Tired and achy, the swordsman paid little attention to the new set of clothing he was given before he was escorted to the buses. He did not wish to be here. He would have rather slept, if only for a little longer. Yet that did not seem to be an option. Oriya dropped into an empty seat before leaning against the window and closing his eyes.

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

Yuber had to admit surprise to himself when it appeared that they wouldn’t have the pleasure of wearing their typical charming attire. Instead he had been given a new set of clothing for this apparent ‘outing’ into the little town. Fortunately though for the nurse the clothing given to him had been black, and while they consisted of a t-shirt and long thick material pants, it was still better than the grey mess he usually had to wear.

Making his way towards what the nurse called a ‘bus’, the black knight paused in his movements as he regarded the contraption. It was an interesting design and it reminded him of the large ships the humans of his realm constructed, but with the wheels placed at the bottle of the vessel, Yuber wondered if it was closer to being a carriage.

Urged forward by the irritant female behind him, the knight shot her a sharp warning glance back over his shoulder before he began to make his way onto the bus. It was a rather odd design once he stepped within, and as his attention shifted over the various patients occupying the seats, his gaze fell on one in particular as they sat by themselves.

Sauntering his way down the isle, Yuber’s tall frame easily slid into the free space beside the other man before he amusedly murmured, “I do hope this seat wasn’t taken.”

[canieathim.livejournal.com]

Gluttony couldn't remember much of what happened last night. He certainly hadn't gotten anything to eat, that was for sure. Hopefully he'd see Envy or the short tasty looking kid. Lust said he could eat either of them, and that would be good.

He had wanted to go to the bus with Lust in it, but the nurses said no. He begged, screamed, and even tried to bite one of their hands off, but the nurses said no all the more fiercly, and gave him the bad drugs that made him feel bad, like he wanted to take a nap, and not good, like if he was getting to eat someone. They dressed him in the only pants they could find in his size, a pair of blue jeans with suspenders to keep them up (there wasn't a belt built by man that would go around ~his~ girth) and a basic white shirt. They also gave him a baseball cap with a red bird as the emblem, possibly indicative of some sports team.

Feeling a little wobbly from the drugs, he sat down in one of the chairs, taking up the majority of it. There was still a little room for someone to sit, but really, who would want to?

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Someone who didn't have much of a choice, perhaps?

Omi'd woken up with a groan. He couldn't quite remember what had been happening before he'd 'fallen asleep' last night, but he knew it involved a.. mermaid? Ugh. He'd still managed to get farther on his own than any time he'd been with someone else, though, so he made a mental note to try for the kitchen again tonight.

The nurse smiled at him as she handed over a pile of clothes which turned out to be a t-shirt, a black hoodie several sizes too big, and a pair of faded blue jeans. Not his first choice of outfit, but definitely better than the sweats. She gave him privacy to dress, thankfully, then herded him toward the first bus, which was already filling up. He glanced around but didn't really recognize anyone except by sight, so he took the first available seat he came to, perching on the edge of the seat and poking at the contents of the breakfast bag he'd been given. His seat-mate looked familiar, but he was pretty sure he didn't remember ever actually meeting him. "Um.. hi."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji opened his eyes, then sat up with a cry of surprise. Hadn't he just been walking around the darkened halls of the Institute? He had... he knew it. Strange, he didn't feel tired at all. But he'd run around all night! Swung around a pipe! He should be feeling some sort of fatigue, right?

Thoughtful, Heiji pulled out his journal and began to make notes on what he'd discovered so far. He was going to crack this mystery if it killed him.

"Harley~!" His nurse sang, waltzing into his room. He groaned.

"Man, that name is really getting old!"

"You should be proud of your name, Mr. Hartwell," His nurse scolded. She threw a bundle of clothing at him. "Bus number one, on the double!"

Minutes later, 'Harley' sat with his arms crossed and his eyebrows knit on the bus, sulking. Fortunately, he was used to the clothes he was given--loose jeans, a t-shirt, and zip up jacket. If only he could've gotten a hat.

[youthfulrocklee.livejournal.com]

To say the least, Lee was exhausted after the battle last night. Not only was he tired, but his brain was switching so much between different ideas, he had trouble focusing. Therefore, when he was cheerfully pulled out of bed by his nurse, who was chattering about some field trip, Lee could not think straight.

He was wearing a light blue sweatshirt over a slight-too tight blue t-shirt with a dragon on it (to Lee's horror), and faded jeans that were a bit too big. After so long, the only thing that was still the same with Lee was his big bushy eyebrows and large eyes. His hair was no longer in the shiny black bowl-cut and green appeared to be hard to come by. Ah well.

Lee sat down beside Heiji with his small breakfast and blinked.

"Where is it that we are going?"

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

Awakening was a disappointment. Armand held back from thinking, as usual. Two or three days do not make a routine. He hopped right up and hid what he and Citan had stolen in the night. Then he turned back to see if his roommate, Dr. Birkin, was awake yet.

The nurse didn't let him look. She hardly left him a chance to think. She pushed a wad of clothing into his hands and left him with instructions to dress in them and wait on the bus. Then she was gone.

Armand felt stupid. Bus? What was a bus? He blinked for a moment, trying to find some concept to attach to the idea.

At least the clothing was blue. Mostly. The trousers, some very heavy weave of dark blue cloth, were too tight, just enough so that Armand had to suck in what little gut he had to secure the button. The zipper was another modern puzzle that a bit of dogged patience conquered without injury.

But the shirt. He had to remind himself that it was blue. Well, mostly blue, since he couldn't ignore the pale yellow spots that detracted from the sky-blueness of the material, what little there was of it. The shirt--if that is what it truly was--had no sleeves. It looked more like a vest without buttons. He'd die of shame or cold or both, he decided. When he put it on, it left his arms bare and chilly. Nothing for it. When he ventured into the hallway, the general flow of people led him outside.

Armand stared, mouth agape, at the huge yellow... things. Were those buses? "I'm not--" he started to protest until he noticed nurses sedating patients and dragging them into the vehicles. How he longed for someone, Dr. Birkin, Citan or even M. Richter, to explain all this to him. If he was going to keep his wits he'd have to pretend it all made sense. He swallowed down his fear, faked courage, and chose the first bus.

He was handed a muffin, a box and a few serviettes, which he clutched to his chest as he searched for familiar faces. Yes, Richter was here, talking to someone else. And the hungry man. With a shudder of revulsion, Armand chose a pair of seats as close to the front as he could get. He pressed his cheek against the cold glass, almost welcoming the goosbumps on his naked arms. Oh god, this was already a nightmare. Perhaps he could guard the seat beside him from others until his roommate could join him.

[iamyourflower.livejournal.com]

She didn't think that she would just pass out and wake up in her room again, when she was so far from her room, but that was just what had happened. At least she was away from that horrifying sight in the restroom, but she was also alone, and she ached for Utena's touch again.

She was given a worn off-white shirt with lace around the collar that didn't quite fit her, and a floral skirt that didn't seem to be made of very good fabric. At least she got to wear a skirt again; she felt secure in it.

She obediently boarded the first bus in the row, and found the nearest open seat. The man sitting there looked uncomfortable, and she felt for him. She felt just as forlorn in this place sometimes. Having been with Utena recently helped her to garner her confidence, and she smiled kindly in greeting.

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

SubZero was wearing yellow of all colors. He stared at the bright yellow shirt that they had put him in. The nurse had just smiled and told him he would have to put up with yellow when he asked for something blue instead.

He got on the bus and irritably ate his muffing. Nothing had gotten done last night, but at least he didn't have to put up with HK on the bus. He would probably complain about primitive transports or something.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

Logan awoke with a snap, again. Questions instantly raced through his mind. Did the kids make it to somewhere safe? Did they stop anyone else running into that thing? Do I still have the knife? That last question almost seemed the most important; not only was it a valuable weapon, it was also a symbol of the trust placed in him by Statesman. Loyalty was a valuable commodity, whether it as to a trusted friend, or a stranger with verifiable good intentions. Sitting up, he was amazed to find it still clutched in his right hand. Even curiouser, the wound in his leg had been re-bandaged, and, on closer inspection, even stitched. This place made no sense at all. Not only had they treated the wound that they were inadvertently (albeit indirectly) responsible for causing, they had bot bothered to remove an obviously dangerous weapon from his person, ultimately leaving him with a strange mixed feeling of gratitude and irritation.

Concealing the weapon between the mattress and bed (it would almost certainly be taken from him if he brandished it during the day), he looked up as the nurse came in. Unlike other days, the nurse was surprisingly uncommunicative, dumping new clothes on his desk, alongside a packed breakfast. "Hurry up, or you'll miss the bus." Her tone was flat, uncaring.

Wracking his brain, Wolverine tried to recall the most recent intercom announcements. After a brief moment of cursing himself for not being more attentive, a flashing memory finally presented itself. Day trip. Goin' inta town. And wasn't the grand bastard himself supposed to be in attendance? Oh, what he wouldn't give for even ten seconds alone with him.

Dressing quickly in hideous tartan golf pants, a sickening purple t-shirt and massive oversized crimson jumper, made solely from the itchiest wool in the world, he paused briefly to take note that Parker was still snoozing away. He wouldn't bother him, much as he wanted to, the kid got cut up pretty bad (because of him, no less), and Logan was more than aware of the healing properties of a good night's sleep. They'd surely come for him eventually anyway, and if they were all required to go on this damn trip into town, he'd have a chance to catch up with him later. He flung open the door to see his nurse waiting for him. "Come along now." He followed.

He was herded into a bright yellow bus, already filling up with other patients. He spotted a few that he needed and or wanted to speak with, but all but one were already engaged in seemingly deep conversation, leaving him with only one option. He limped his way towards the Chinese-looking man and sat down heavily.

"Mornin' bub. Ain't seen you in a li'l while. How's tricks?" His voice was laced with irony.

[burningdigisoul.livejournal.com]

After he'd gotten himself so worked up about fixing things the previous day, Masaru was not happy to find that he'd slept through the entire Nightshift. He'd probably needed - he felt oddly refreshed, somehow - but that didn't make it any better. God dammit, he was supposed to be doing something!

This field trip crap had him distracted, though. The idea of being able to walk freely outside was appealing; he was used to spending most of his time outdoors and being active. And while he normally didn't think that far ahead (or even at all, as the case could be), getting some outside alliances probably wasn't a half-bad idea.

The outfit he was given for the occasion was simple - a pair of jeans, some sneakers, a black t-shirt, and a red zipper hoodie. Everything fit well enough, since he was of fairly average size, although the hoodie was a bit big on him. Looked like somebody got the memo for what colors he liked an that he'd rather be comfortable than look good, which was nice.

Once his nurse decided everything was in order, he was allowed entry onto the bus, where a grabbed an open seat at random and rested his head against the window.

"Wonder what this place is like," he mused aloud. Going to a town felt nostalgic, although it was bothersome that it wasn't his. Where were they, anyway? The name of where thy were going was pretty weird by his standards.

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Hope you don't mind. If so, let me know and I'll delete.))

Takaya had had a lousy night and the day wasn't shaping up to be much better. Dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with words too faded to read, and a jean jacket, he'd been one of the last to be shoved on a bus just before the doors closed and the buses began to move. Quickly grabbing a seat, he glared at the back of the seats in front of him with his arms folded.

Where the fuck was Naoe?

[teacupdeath.livejournal.com]

Saved by the bell, or well, whatever the hell ended the stupidity that had gone on last night. Riddick was at least glad he'd picked the shiv back up in the last few moments he could remember, which were rather hazy thanks to the mind-control shit the mermaid had thrown at him. He'd fully intended on killing the girl who'd dared to throw magic at the creature he'd succumbed to once that second song had started.

He was so pissed off about having his will bent and broken so badly he really didn't give a shit about the clothes he'd been given for this trip. After the grey sweats and happy faces, humiliation was relative. The orderly had described the sky-blue shirt Riddick was now wearing as a 'polo' which must be old-earth lingo for 'dorky as hell.' The plaid golfer pants simply added to the retardedness.

Riddick took his dark mood as far back in the bus as he could, ignoring everyone else to find a seat by himself. God help whoever sat next to him. Hopefully it wouldn't be anyone.

[vintagebrit]

Mason awoke feeling somewhat refreshed. He seemed to have healed mostly, thank god, but his back and feet were still bright fucking blue. In a bit of a daze, he found himself being given a frilly purple shirt and leather pants, and subsequently shoved onto a school bus.

This was fucked up. He'd hoped he'd wake up back on Daisy's couch, preferably with Daisy hovering over him fussing over his manly wounds, but this clearly was not going to happen any time soon.

He vaguely wondered what had befallen Lei. He felt bad for running out on the kid like that, and he was certain he wasn't Good Ole Uncle Mason in the kid's eyes anymore, but sometimes enough was enough. And that fucking cat had been fucking enough.

As he passed by a lot of people he didn't think he'd like very much, he caught a glimpse of himself reflected in the window of the bus. He looked like a fucking queer. "Why the bloody frilly fucking purple shirt?" he whined to himself.

The only empty seat appeared to be that by a very large angry-looking bald man wearing goggles and golfer pants. Mason snorted at how ridiculous he looked, then noted how bulging with muscles the man was and decided to be quiet. Gingerly, the reaper sat down next to this stranger, who he really hoped wouldn't beat him up.

[navigating.livejournal.com]

Nami did not appreciate feeling this disoriented.

Nor did she appreciate the shapeless red hooded sweatshirt the nurse had put her in. Normally she made do with knotting her T-shirt in the back for a tighter fit, but one could not knot a hoodie. At least she got a skirt to go with it - plain black, knee-length, which she could certainly pull off with some amount of classiness. And lined boots - so she wasn't entirely a fashion disaster, but .. close to it with this large thing on her upper half.

Nami also wasn't a fan of how she hadn't actually been able to get anything done last night. Perhaps she shouldn't have trusted Alfons and the pink-haired girl to be useful to her - as they really weren't, in the end. And then she'd come upon that guardian of the kitchen. What could he have been guarding? Certainly not food, as they received enough at dinner to last them the entire night. Though there was Luffy to consider - he could eat a place like this out of business.

No, there was something there. Not just food. They'd been taunted to go down in the kitchen, and down in the kitchen they would go.

First Nami would have to catch up with the rest of her nakama, though. It was a shame that none of them were on the bus she'd been herded to - and the thought of being herded in the first place rather maddened her! - but that straw hat, that green hair, that long nose and the curls - they'd be unmistakable from a distance, even in a foreign world. As for Sanji? Well, she never exactly had to go looking for Sanji.

She sighed as she looked over the tickets she'd been given, munching absently on her muffin. How had Luffy received his hat, anyway?

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

Nightshift felt like it had been made from the stuff of a bad dream, especially one that came from eating some old fish that had been out in the sun a bit too long (yes, he knew from experience). Then again, every night here was pretty damn weird.

But he hadn't expected those bastards to take his roomie away. And he definitely hadn't expected to come across Nami, of all people!

Once he'd woken up, the first part of the morning had barely registered as anything more than just a blur for him. His Cat Lady had pulled him out of bed, and, after assuring him that his roommate was alive and well, dressed him in a baggy, green hoodie with the numbers "03" printed on the back, some jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. As usual, he got to keep his hat on, but, instead of frowning at it, his Cat Lady had remarked that maybe it'd do him good to wear it out in the chilly air today.

He'd had no clue what that giant-ass, yellow thing was for, but his Cat Lady had forced him on, and other people seemed to be sitting on it, so he'd assumed maybe it was some sort of Mystery Cafeteria with Wheels.

He was glad to find Nami on board, though, and he'd wasted no time in plopping down beside her and opening up his paper bag, as if this sort of thing happened everyday. After running into her last night, her appearance this morning wasn't exactly all that surprising.

Actually, the most surprising thing about the whole thing was when the Mystery Cafeteria rumbled to life and started moving.

"It's a Land Ship!" he said suddenly, his voice shrill with shock and excitement, and he almost dropped his muffin. "We're eating breakfast on a Land Ship, Nami!"

[thecoming-storm.livejournal.com]

The jerking of the bus into motion woke Naoto with a jolt, he'd dozed off after the nurse had herded him into the bus. The bus that Naoya wasn't on. Naoto frowned, and tried to reach out to his younger brother--before remembering that he couldn't.

At least he wasn't wearing the usual uniform. He hadn't taken much time to look at the clothes he'd been given that morning before putting them on--come to think of it, he'd been back in his room, too, not in Naoya's like he had been when he fell asleep last night. And his closet had been full of things that didn't belong there.

Though the black hooded sweatshirt and blue jeans he'd been given seemed like something more Naoya's style to wear, it was at least warm. He'd been handed gloves, too, but those were definitely not something he'd usually wear--they were smooth and black, a lot like the ones Naoya usually kept in his pockets.

He was inexplicably tired. The motion of the bus started to lull him back to sleep, Naoto rested his head against the cold glass of the window. He'd be woken up again when they reached the town, he was sure.

[deathneverlies.livejournal.com]

Of all the ridiculous things Duo had been forced to endure in his life, this was the worst. Not so much the clothes, which some of the patients seemed to be resenting. His own were just fine by his standards: dark blue turtleneck, blue jeans, and a gray hoodie. It was better than the normal attire.

But still, why? In the name of all that was good and whole and sane, why would they stick them on these god-awful buses?! Weren't the smilies and the inane daytime activities enough? This wasn't a hospital to help the insane... This was a hospital to make people insane.

Due to a bit of extra snoozing, the gundam pilot was being hurried towards his impending yellow doom by a nurse. It was only with a few seconds to spare that Duo scrambled up the steps and onto the horrific thing. The doors swished shut behind him.

"Great..." he muttered, clutching the bagged breakfast in one hand as he scanned the bus for a seat. The nurse was still watching him from her own 'chaperone' seat, so he quickly chose one next to some sleeping guy. Unceremoniously, he dropped himself into the seat and slouched down until his head was hidden from view, pulling up his knees to rest against the back of the seat.

"Hey." Duo jabbed the other boy lightly in the side, giving him a curious glance. "You drugged already?"

[byakushi.livejournal.com]

This... 'field trip' was certain to be a great opportunity. Not only would he have unfettered access to the other Shinigami, that they might exchange information, but... the Head Doctor himself intended to make an appearance. He had to be taken care of... a Hollow such as the world had never seen before, and it was organizing a meta-spatial prison. He would be guarded, of course, but... they were many. They could overpower said guards, and tear said doctor's head from his shoulders. An amazing opportunity.

That did not make this new, atrocious ensemble any more bearable. He felt like a prostitute, in such form-fitting nonsense; hardly an outfit appropriate for a man such as Byakuya. Not even appropriate for Renji, actually.

Speaking of whom... Byakuya spied the redhead as he entered the bus. If he was, as seemed true from a distance, alone in the seat, then Byakuya intended to sit with him; they had things to discuss. Things that should not wait. Unfortunately, Renji was not alone. No, as Byakuya drew closer, the seat's second occupant came into view...

And he nearly soiled himself. Rukia?! he thought, madly; what was she doing? There were so many things wrong with the scene in front of him... he couldn't even begin to describe it! The drooling, the undignified slouching, the EXCESSIVELY FAMILIAR POSITION... it was unacceptable. UNACCEPTABLE! He had been lied to, damn it all... she'd said they were friends. Nothing else.

Lies.

LIES!

Byakuya seated himself quickly, and faced the window, doing his very best to cool the gathering rage. He had intended to talk with Renji today, to tell the boy all the reasons why he was an adequate and useful lieutenant.

There was one to scratch off the list.

[haiiro-no-chou.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/242955.html?thread=17319691#t17319691).]

Rukia grabbed the nearby seats for balance, but found that it wasn't difficult to walk the short distance up the isle to where her brother was sitting. Still holding a seat with one hand, she turned to him and bowed.

"Good morning, brother," she said, loud enough to be heard over the general noise of the bus, "May I sit with you?"