Day 28: Bus 2

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Momo tugged on the collar of the light blue sweater she was wearing as she followed her nurse to wherever these buses were, winding her hair up into its customary bun as she went. It was an odd feeling, knowing she was about to go outside of the institute's borders. Maybe the Head Doctor was about to make an error and the shinigami, as well as everyone else, would no longer be limited and they could finish what they started several nights back.

That was probably too much to hope for. She was feeling better this morning, even with the blood moon, and was mildly looking forward to the bus ride. Captain Jack said he was going to be here this morning and even if it wasn't customary breakfast in the cafeteria, she's be satisfied with him sitting next to her on the bus.


The nurse handed her a muffin, some napkins, and a small box with a straw. She stared at this box for a moment before shaking it. From the sound it contained liquid. How odd... Momo wasn't sure why they would but liquid inside a small paper box - it didn't make any sense to her and she wasn't sure how one was supposed to get it out of the box.

Clambering onto an empty bus, Momo chose to sit in the very back near the emergency exit. Maybe she could force her way out of it as they were moving and escape the limiter enough to come back and level the institute, freeing everyone. Or maybe she just wanted to be able to see everyone that was on the same bus as her. Wishful thinking versus reality.

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[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

"You would imagine something the least bit entertaining would transpire, would you not? Ah well," he gave a shrug and a vaguely disinterested look out the window. Luxord's own interest in the place was dying, as it were. He knew he needed to stay there, knew leaving would mean his death. It wasn't fair! He was staying, they should know he was staying; the least they could was make it less obnoxiously tedious.

But the other's words caused a grin to grow on the Gambler's face. "That would most definitely be fantastic," he replied, words almost echoing Ashton's, for some reason.

[judgemagister.livejournal.com]

"Mayhaps a bar room brawl or two? Entertaining, those." His body jerked forward as the strange contraption started its engine, closing the doors - more like trapping - and tucking the patients neatly in. The start of the ride was quite strumbling in its movement, lacking the fluidity of an airship's lift, or even the gait of an armored chocobo.

The judge supposed this town wouldn't have boiled chocobo stew, would they...? That was always a favorite dish during the cooler months. But no gil had been divided between the patients that Noah could see. So how was one to pay for any drink or food they might want?

Even so, he was quite the determined Hound. And it had been several years without a peace tranquil enough to drink with companions. "Care to join me, should they serve ale?" he ventured, looking to the other blond. They weren't the most companionable couple, but it was hard to find one in their elder years among the other prisoners.