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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"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.