The wheels on the bus go-- OH MY GOD JENNY THERE ARE BRAKES USE THEM

[foolishwren]

Who: Anyone on the vans and/or big tourbus shuttling volunteers to Olivine City.
Where: ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP
When: May 23rd
Summary: Hey. Hey volunteers. It's time for a ~*~FIELD TRIP~*~
Rating: G-PG13 depending on the level of profanity reached every time Officer Jenny careens around a corner way too quickly.
Log:

Comments

TOTALLY OPEN FOR SILLY GAMES.

[swordofimpulse]

Shinn is used to crazy driving. After all, he kinda is one back home, what's with him piloting one of the fastest Mobile Suit and all. But even he can't help but to shout in surprise a bit as the crazy officer Jenny took a corner like a madman.

Dismissing the fact that he's stuck in this van as one more of the world's attempt to humiliate him in any ways possible, Shinn decided to utter his wise sentence of the day, and muttered so that only his van-mates can hear.

"...who died and made her the driver of this dinky thing?"

[swordofimpulse]

"...With the rate she's driving? I'll be surprised if we managed to get to Olivine with a full stomach."

Shinn replied as he just held on to the safety bar and shrugging, even though he is already looking a little green himself from all this tilt and tumbling.

[ko1122]

"This lady," Kyouya muttered, "is not going to listen to us, no matter what we say. We might as well deal with it..." He absently pet his Ralts on the head, then looked up at Ted. "How far away is Olivine, exactly?"

[ko1122]

Kyouya frowns. "We're expected to survive this sort of driving for that long? It's ridiculous." Ralts nudges against his side and coos happily, trying to cheer Kyouya up, and his brow clears a little.

VERY OPEN, obviously!

[blacklodged]

"Diane, eleven thirty-"

A bump cuts him off and Coop's mouth turns into a thin line in annoyance before he starts over.

"--eleven thirty-seven am, the start of what promises to be a very long day and an even longer bus ride."

So guess who's talking into an audio recorder in public? Coop is! He needs to vent somewhere. In a passive agressive notion he figures it's only for the better if the Jenny overhears him, because this, frankly? This is awful driving.

And he's only been here for sixteen minutes. Enough to judge the fact that it will indeed be a very long ride, but definitely not long enough to go crazy (yet). He is feeling quite rattled though, which should be apparent by his voice - quick, tense and pretty damn irritated.

"Boarded the bus to Olivine I told you about and firmly believe that the driver would never qualify for a driver's license in our world. If there were any other vehicles on this road I am quite sure she'd have a lot of explaining to do, especially given the fact that she is one of the many near-identical

HELLO

[foolishwren]

So Cooper's voice is pretty distinctive-- not to mention it carries. Heather is in the midst of weathering out a particularly treacherous turn when he catches her ear, and naturally she looks around, expecting to see him talking enthusiastically to somebody, as his... you know, talking would imply.

Instead she just spots him sitting by himself in an empty seat and apparently talking to nobody.

... Wat.

Heather Mason had always been a curious soul, even if it got her into trouble on occasion. So, sliding a cringing Cujo from her lap in hopes that his COMPLETE TERROR would ensure that he remained in a shivering ball on her seat, Heather moves forward to investigate.

It isn't too hard to sneak when everybody's already distracted with the important business of trying not to die, so she actually makes it almost close enough to peek over the back of his seat to see what he's doing-- ...

... When the bus rounds a sharp curve and sends her flying straight into the back of his seat. With her face.

WHUMP.

"OW!"

OH HIII :D

[blacklodged]

The screech of the wheels are perfectly audible. Coop doesn't really like that, but remains linefaced as he braces himself for the impact - and manages that pretty well.

This is almost worse than the airplane ride he took to Washington. The turbulence had been pretty bad, to say the least - the only real difference here is that busses remain on the ground and thus he feels pretty confident that he'll live, even if he's not entirely sure he'll get out of this unharmed

[foolishwren]

Slowly looking up with a hand on her nose, Heather cringes right back at him.

There was just something about mortal peril in automobiles that brought people together, wasn't there.

"Not yet."

It was a slightly ominous reply, but he no doubt understands her uncertainty.

[Open]

[chosenlightchld]

Hikari's eyes widened a bit as she wished she could buckle herself in the seat with a few more seat belts. God, this woman was completely nuts!

But she needed to get to Olivine to help out, so she was just going to have to deal with it.

Eevee was out of his pokéball at the moment, pressed up against the window letting out squeals of happiness at each time Jenny made a quick turn.

[digital_bingo]

Upon a second bump in the road, Miyako just reached over to cling to Hikari's arm. This was far, far worse than her mother's driving, and she really didn't think any place could be that bad!

"Oh my god... I think she's trying to kill us!" she squeaked. "Hikari-chan, we're too young to die!"

[chosenlightchld]

Hikari sighed. "We're... we're not going to die, Miyako-san. We've dealt with worse before. We'll... be okay."

Yeah, good luck getting her to believe that Hikari. You didn't even seem sure about it yourself.

[digital_bingo]

"But this feels a lot worse than anything in the digital world!" Whining was her specialty. And with the sharp turns and quick movements the van kept making, Miyako half wanted to glue herself to the seat just to stay put. "Does she... have to drive this fast? I don't think--no, I know it's not safe... What if someone or their pokémon falls out?! Do you think she'd turn back?"

[itsthebutz]

A disheveled Larry sits curled up near the back of the vehicle. He looks like he's seen better days, and oh has he.

See, it was the best idea ever. He was going to ride over to Olivine to save the day with his bro Barney. But obviously he wasn't thinking straight in his post all-night party stupor, because he certainly was not expecting the ride to be so crazy. Still being slightly hungover mixed with being practically thrown around in a vehicle do not mix at all.

... He's not going to speak of his rude awakening either, but the bruise on his face might speak for him.

As the bus takes a big swerve, Larry latches onto the back of the seat in front of him for dear life. Settling back down, he mutters under his breath, "Okay, this was the worst idea ever. Who let me go through with this?"

[foolishwren]

Impaired judgment. The biggest side-effect of heavy partying. Poor Larry.

But fortunately for him, there is another individual on this bus who is feeling similar. No alcohol was involved-- just good old-fashioned motion sickness, enhanced by the fact that he was not allowed to stick his head out the window.

Cujo the Growlithe, unusually motionless and unhappy-looking, is curled up in a perfect sphere on Heather's seat (she appears to be elsewhere at the moment), and staring at Larry mournfully with enormous, traumatized brown eyes.

It is the deep, almost profound look of pure, mutual suffering.

He understands, Larry.

He understands.

Cujo sure doesn't LOOK distressed in his icon /shot

[itsthebutz]

After lifting his head up from trying not to lose his breakfast, Larry catches the Growlithe from the corner of his eye. He stares back for a moment, then he realizes it's Heather's Growlithe. How could he mistake the unique fur?

He lowers his hand, motioning for Cujo to come over. He figures Heather won't mind if Cujo has a buddy to be miserable with.

SOB I DON'T HAVE ANY UNHAPPY ICONS FOR HIM.

[foolishwren]

That's all Cujo needs.

He's not exactly a hard dog to encourage. Immediately he hops off the seat and goes scurrying over to Larry gratefully.

THANK YOU ORANGE MAN

I LIKE ORANGE TOO IT IS MY FAVORITE COLOR