Day 28: Bus 1
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
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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?"
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"Um... excuse me, sir?" she began politely, putting on a smile, "May I sit here?"
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It was probably best for everyone concerned that Rabastan had been calmed down by chemical means. Otherwise, the Death Eater would have probably snapped out at anyone who spoke to him right now unless they had been a friend of his. This stranger was not.
A flat gaze moved up and down her before Rabastan's muddled attention went back to his window. If Jack was here, he wanted to see him, not to mention any of his other friends. Surely one of them had to be around, right?
"If you wish," Bast mumbled through a yawn, re-seating his radio in his arms. If this was what the nurse called a 'bus ride', it wasn't too terrible.
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"Thank you very much," she said, taking the available seat. It was only after she was seated that she really took notice to the object he was holding in his arms. It seemed a little... well, odd to see someone carrying a radio during the day; as far as she knew, it was only really useful at night. Of course, it wasn't her place to question another persons preferences.
"My name's MOMO," the realian piped up after a moment, deciding to at least try and introduce herself, "May I ask yours, sir..?"
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"My name?"
Bast blinked at her slowly, having to run that question through his mind. When he answered, it was probably apparent why it took him a minute to gather all his thoughts.
"My name is Rabastan Duma Weatta Zehanpuryu'h Cheriour Kokaviel Roelhaiphar Uriron Paschar Apollyon-Abaddon Ghedoriah Itqal Lestrange. It's nice to meet you, Momo."
He paused there again, looking her up and down thoughtfully.
"As long as you're not a Muggle. You're not, are you?"
It was so hard to tell these days which was which and who was who. Patting his radio like one would a small pet, Bast eyed it thoughtfully.
"Jack should be here soon. He said he would be. So will the Head Doctor, but Jack might get lucky again."
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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 ( ... )
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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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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.
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