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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[myopic-mousse.livejournal.com]

"I can switch seats with you, if you would prefer." It wasn't as if Mousse could see as well as she could anyhow. It didn't matter where he sat for the moment and she was free to have the window seat if she was going to use it better.

"Towns can be miles from anything," Mousse mused in response to her question. "And I would think mental institutions would be removed as well."

He was so far away from Shampoo...how he needed to hurry back to her!

[gald_digger]

Her face lit up at the offer. "Would you? Yay!" Scrunching the bag shut, she stood up in the aisle to allow Mousse to move over. The movement attracted the gazes of some of the Landel's staff, who appeared to be wondering if they needed to walk over and make her sit down. Anise ignored their looks.

It was true that towns could be miles from anything--in fact, it was something Anise knew all too well from experience. Traveling by foot, it had taken days, sometimes weeks to get from one place to another. "Maybe so, but they wouldn't send us on a long trip with just a muffin," she replied. "We'll probably be there before lunchtime! Not far at all."

[myopic-mousse.livejournal.com]

Anise made a good point-- since they had only provided a muffin, it couldn't be THAT far.

"Hm. I wonder when we'll arrive." Before lunch, yes, but WHEN before lunch?

[gald_digger]

Somewhat hurriedly, she scooted past Mousse and claimed the window seat. As much as Anise usually loved attention, she had the feeling that she really didn't want that much of it from the orderlies.

When she was settled in her new seat, she turned to answer Mousse. "Who cares? Hehe, I'm just happy we're finally getting a change of scenery." Not to mention a chance to send out a request for help! No matter how many traps the institution was going to set, she just couldn't let this opportunity go to waste!

Anise leaned on the window a bit as she looked outside. "Wow! We're moving pretty fast." She hadn't been sure what to expect from the weird fontech vehicle, but it sure seemed to work well.

[myopic-mousse.livejournal.com]

Mousse smiled slightly. "I guess I'm lucky I haven't been here long. I guess the institute is going to get boring after awhile." It wasn't 'boring' to the Amazon, per se-- however, the incarceration and his abduction is what made it loathsome. He wondered if he would be thre long enough to feel it was...routine and tediously familiar.

NO! THAT WOULD NOT HAPPEN. HE WAS GOING TO LEAVE AND RETURN TO SHAMPOO LONG BEFORE THAT HAPPENED! Narrowing his eyes, he glanced over at the orderlies on the bus. As risky as it seemed, wouldn't the bus ride be an ideal time to try and get away? There was only so much space on each bus and the staff was split up. What if he attacked now and made a break for it...?

[gald_digger]

"Boring? That's putting it lightly. I can't believe I'm spending such precious days of my youth in a dump like this...!" she whined, sinking into her seat.

That Mousse sure seemed to change his moods at the drop of a hat. Right now, Anise couldn't even begin to imagine what the heck was going on inside his head.

[myopic-mousse.livejournal.com]

Mousse continued to glare at the staff that surrounded him and produced his glasses from up a sleeve. He wasn't going to make the same mistake he had last night again-- he needed to be certain of his opponents if he chose to attack.

He still had that pipe and the pens...

But would an attack now really be the best course of action? It limited the mobility of the staff and the speed of reinforcements, but at the same time, it limited where he could do as well and he was handicapped.

Damn it all.

But he had to get back to Shampoo! Even if time was stopped, even if she wasn't really about to get married to Ranma, even if she was happier with him gone, he had to! He clenched his left hand into a fist.

"I must get back to Shampoo. I can't stay here either."

[gald_digger]

Anise raised an eyebrow. "Shampoo...?" Was that supposed to be the name of a person, place or thing? She couldn't tell, but at the very least, Mousse looked serious.

Besides that...

Hey! Since when did this guy wear glasses?

They looked kind of goofy, so they couldn't be a mere fashion accessory, she thought. Why put them on now?