Day 28: Bus 1

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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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MOMO canted her head, mildly curious as to why someone would need to think about what their name was. As he answered, however, the answer became clear. At first, she stared for a few seconds as though trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Then, with a slight shake of her head, she blinked and scratched her cheek. Really, she had thought Multiple Observative Mimetic Organicus was long...

"It's nice to meet you too, Mister, uh..." She faultered, having to sort quickly through the various names, "Mr. Lestrange."

She couldn't say she had ever heard the term 'muggle' before. But, despite her confusion over the word, MOMO opted to shake her head and reply, "No, sir, I'm not." Which, as far as she knew, was true. She was a realian.

As Rabastan went on to pat the radio, her gaze returned to the object curiously. Although her attention shifted back to him immediately at the mention of the Head Doctor. The Head Doctor was going to be here... there... with them soon? The very idea seemed frightening. She wasn't entirely sure who Jack was either, but she really didn't want to think about the Doctor being there.

"Jack? Oh, is he a friend of yours, or something? If you were waiting for someone, I can move to another seat."

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"It's nice to meet you too, Momo," Rabastan said carefully, nodding his head slightly as he yawned and curled up in his seat. Despite the fact that he was an adult, Rabastan was small enough to look like less as he got comfortable.

He looked away from the window finally, staring blankly at Momo with his washed out blue eyes as if trying to remember her for a minute there. A faint smile shaped his lips again.

"Most people just call me Bast, Rabastan, or Get Out Of There And Put That Back Where You Found It Right Now. Mr Lestrange... erm, Lord Lestrange, is my father."

The news that she wasn't a Muggle appeared to please the crazy wizard as he resttled his radio in the crook of his arm. For some reason, he gave the device another kind pat.

"Jack is Alec Doyle or Mr Radio. He's the one who talks on the radio at night with the low music. The Head Doctor doesn't like him very much sometimes, I think. Doyleton is named after him. The place we're going, remember?"

Who knew if Bast was lying, telling the truth, just guessing, or honestly believed this all to be true. Most people had no idea where Bast got his information anyways.

"Jack said you should watch out for the blue man today too."

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"I see. Sorry about that, Bast." Although MOMO had to admit, 'Bast' would be an easier name to remember.

He certainly seemed affectionate towards his radio. She was still curious as to why one would choose to carry it with them during the day, though.

"Oh, yes, Doyleton." Actually, she had forgotten where it was they were supposed to be going. But why would they go somewhere named for the radio man? "I didn't know he-- um, Jack that is, was going to be coming on the trip too."

Whether or not Rabastan was telling the truth, MOMO easily believed him. After all, the man on the radio had to have a name. And if the comments the Head Doctor occasionally spouted at night were any indication, they didn't seem to get along.

"Blue man?" she asked, tilting her head in slight confusion. "I... don't think I know any blue man."

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"Why are you sorry? Did you do something?"

Bast leaned forward enough to peer at her. He wasn't the most observant of people to start with, but add in the sedative, and she probably could have stripped naked and done a tap dance on the back of the seats, and he would have thought it completely ordinary. Well, he probably would have remarked on her exceptional balance with those pleather coated seats.

Giving her a vague smile, he nodded in agreement with her. "Doyleton has to be named for Alec Doyle. Oh yes, he's coming. It's not the first time either. He sometimes comes out and walks with us. I'll get to see him sometime today if he doesn't get on the bus."

Bast paused there, head tilted as if hearing something. Picking up his radio, he pressed it to his ear, listening intently. Nodding, he tucked it back against his side as if it were a stuffed animal.

"You don't, not yet. But you will. It won't be bad, but it will be important."

He grinned at her then, perfectly calm and content. When the bus engine started up, it was going to be a completely different story. Pureblood wizard + Muggle public transport =/= good thing. He'd never even heard an engine before. A loud bus engine was likely to scare the hell out of him.

Pity MOMO being right beside him.

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"Um... I'm sorry for calling you Mr. Lestrange, when you said that was your father," MOMO said slowly, attempting to explain her reason for apologizing. It was more of a habit than anything else, though.

Hearing that the man on the radio (Jack? Alec? Was it really necessary for him to have more than one name?) came out on occasion was surprising. As far as she could remember, she couldn't recall hearing something like that before. He seemed to be the one trying to help them, despite remaining cryptic in his messages, so the idea of meeting him wasn't as frightening as meeting the Head Doctor. "Well, since he's coming with us today, I hope you'll get to meet him." It seemed that was what Bast wanted, at least.

MOMO then smiled, though it probably looked a little nervous. "If it's important, then I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Although she had to wonder, was that supposed to mean a man who was dressed in blue, or an actual... blue-colored man? The latter seemed unlikely, but she wouldn't put it past this place to come up with something like that.

"Did you..." The realian paused, and pointed to the radio before continuing, "Did you hear about the blue man on the radio?"

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Fear was a weak word when describing Rabastan's panic at the bus' engine starting. The wizard clutched his radio tightly, trying to squirm back in his seat. When nothing reared up out of the floor to eat them, he relaxed marginally. Unfortunately, he tensed right back up when the bus moved.

Poor MOMO went ignored most of the ride thanks to his fascination with the things outside and him trying to figure out the bus. The drugs he had been given probably didn't help matters much.

He did finally peer up at her when they came to a halt, Bast lifting his shoulders in a vague shrug. "Jack told me about it. He said there was a blue man or men that would be 'interesting' to you. I don't know if he means bad interesting or good interesting. I'd keep an eye out if I were you."

Giving her a last grin, Bast sneaked by and wandered off the bus, radio still at his side faithfully.