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There seemed to never be a dull moment when it came to school trips. And although a bus flipping several times into a very foggy place didn't seem like it was... probably a good thing, Olivia found it very entertaining and was the least bit phased by the event.

"That was very fun," The ghoul stated, mostly to no one but maybe to someone in particular. Because, yes, she was kind of following after - with a bit of a gap - the grumpy fire demon. What else was new? "This place looks neat." It seemed like she didn't even hear his discontent about the whole situation. Her smile was there, her eyes were shining and she just looked excited.

Slaw finally managed to flash his own genuine opossum-grade smile (big pointy canines right back at ya buddy) now that his stomach crawled back down his throat and where it belonged. He shook Micail's hand before stealing it back with a inquiry, "Can I call ya Mitch? You look like a Mitch."

At the mention of others, Slaw turned to follow the direction of the thumb. He could barely see most creeple, they looked like moving shadows more than anything else. He sniffed in the general direction and caught some familiar whiffs but not much to start wandering around aimlessly in the mists.

His attention turned back to his sudden comrade. Apparently he was about to embark on a much bigger adventure than he had planned for when he boarded the bus. Which is saying a lot. "Ah, sure. Lead the way?" He sounded quite hopeful. He may have been used to wandering aimlessly, but that didn't mean he was fond of being responsible if they found themselves hopelessly lost.

He wondered if holding still would work. Maybe if he did so long enough he would become invisible. It was worth a shot. A worthy experiment to take his mind off of the fact that he had somehow waltzed into chaos yet again. Of course, he was proving Hel right by keeping so quiet, but a part of him felt rebellious for doing so, like a lesser reaper would have given in and started yelling just to gain her approval. Sure. That was totally what he was doing. Rebelling.

When she moved on, Brenley let out a long, relieved sigh. Then he did exactly what she had wanted him to anyway.

"Ignatius!" he shouted, waving at the elemental through the fog. He hadn't seen the other boil on the bus, but he seemed in high enough spirits. Bren supposed that when you craved excitement, bus crashes were the height of entertainment.

It seemed the stallion next to her didn't know where they were either (or where they were originally headed, for that matter). She bit her lip again, wringing her hands behind her back before shaking them out. This wasn't the time to be standing there and making others nervous with her own nerves...

Companions? It didn't seem like anyone was lost or injured here, at least not that she had seen -- wait. Bugs. He meant bugs. Nkosazana's eyes widened a bit, but she kept her true instinct off her face -- that was, internal screaming. He had those insects crawling within his wraps?! Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew --

"Animals do tend to notice when things aren't right a bit faster than the average," offered Nkosazana, even though her voice was a bit higher pitched than it had been a moment ago. As subtly as possible, cleared her throat before she tried talking again. "Perhaps your," ehem, "companions agree that this place isn't right."

Wring hands, glance outside nervously, glance around at the others still inside the bus, turn back to the stallion. She supposed it was probably a logical idea to leave the bus. Maybe they could find some way back to Halloweentown, at least. That was what she would tell herself, anyway, as she nodded in agreement with her fellow horseman. "Perhaps we can find out where we are, or how to get back to Halloweentown."

And away from this insanity-remnant fog.

When Ignatius heard Brenley's voice, the grin on his face only widened. Maybe he didn't know where he was, but what did it matter?! He had an opportunity for an adventure and now he had a companion to go on it with! Maybe there were more roller coaster buses here, or maybe just some roller coasters in general--

(Perhaps Ignatius had a bit of an adrenaline junkie problem. It wasn't necessarily severe, but things that should have worried him a bit more did an awfully poor job of doing just that. He liked to think of it as staring challenges in the face.)

"Brenley!" shouted Ignatius in turn, jogging (more like sprinting) over to the other boil. "Did you enjoy that ride? That was awesome." Yup, adrenaline junkie. He was bouncing on the back of his feet like he was ready to keep going, eyes darting around in an attempt to take in their surroundings. Well, it was foggy. That much he was certain of. Maybe it was about to storm? He liked storms.

He shifted towards the village area, squinting a bit as if it would make it easier to see what lied ahead of them. It really didn't help. At all. "I'm gonna assume you don't really know where we are either." Just an educated guess. "Wanna go take a look?"

He was assuming yes, honestly, but he would be nice and let Brenley answer before he started thinking about which direction they would go head in.

Calder let Barth lean against him, knowing how much prolonged standing ruined him, but also wondering what would be needed if they had to walk.

Then again, where would they walk.

"Um...I don't know how you can write that letter when I don't know where we are." He looked about for signs and then back to Zar. "Do you know where we are? Or...." He glanced at the bus and back to them. "What to do? I mean, I guess I could take us back home just......." He frowned and adjusted his hold on Barth. "....I kinda need a direction."


And they had gone out together for once to go shopping. It was kind of nice to be out of the house. "Though...this place does look like a town. Wonder if they have any stores?"

[Enter - Kari]

Kari gazed out the window with growing apprehension, which had nothing to do with the snake transporting their bus on its back. Well, she had to admit that riding atop a snake wasn't on her bucket list of things to do, but beggars couldn't be choosers. She had been planning to obtain supplies for a project within Amityville's marketplace, but the supplies she needed were nowhere to be found. Her only chance was leaving town in hopes of finding a shop that sold what she needed. With the combination of the rolling fog and the bus driver's insistence of his directional skills despite not even truly driving, however, Kari's impression was that they were lost, in trouble... or both. It left a knot in her stomach that seemed to tighten the longer she sat in her seat, watching the opaque scenery slide by.

As the bus' carrier slid over a particularly nasty stretch of road, the reaper belatedly remembered that she didn't have a seat belt on. Fumbling around the seat for a moment, she was dismayed to find that, while she did indeed have one, the device didn't look to be in operable condition. Even so, she tried to wrap the straps around her lower waist and attempted to tie it together, grasping onto it for good measure. It wasn't perfect, but hopefully it would hold up in a pinch.

Looking out the window once more, Kari's brow creased as she tried, and failed, to identify the surround area. Through the thick fog, she could just barely make out jagged mountains and roofs of decrepit houses. This looked more like a town long-abandoned rather than the shopping area she had intended. "Where is this place?," she whispered, her eyes turning towards their 'driver'.

Before she could think to undo her seat belt to get up and question the driver as others had, the bus rocked violently, sending Kari's hands to her makeshift belt as she felt the bus turn. She clenched her fingers as she felt the belt loosen with every roll, hoping desperately that it would hold out. Kari yelped as she felt the knot come undone and she was lifted from her seat. Gripping tightly, she winced as the belt grew taut and she was yanked outward, leaving her hanging amidst the chaos. She tried to climb back towards her seat as the bus rollled once more. Finally, after what seemed to be eternity, the bus appeared to finish its journey, falling still with Kari dangling sideways from the remnants of her seat belt.

Dropping down carefully, she took a moment to survey the bus. Some creeple were lying strewn about across the side-turned-floor of the bus. She paled at the thought that she could have been one of them if she hadn't remembered her own belt. Others were attempting to undo seat belts from their sideways positions. Seeing how uncomfortable some of them were while trying to fight their restraints, the ghoul gave silent thanks that her had been broken. There were also a few leaving through the now-broken door of the bus. Some appeared to be lightly injured, others perfectly fine. Kari's arm felt a bit sore from the sudden jolt when her belt came undone, but was otherwise fine.

Figuring the best course of action would be to follow the escapees and survey their surroundings, Kari ambled through the wreckage towards the door. Hoisting herself up to the door, past the unconscious driver, she was met with a thick fog coating the ground. Aside from her fellow passengers that had crawled out of the bus alongside her, the area was deathly quiet. It gave the impression that something was watching them, waiting for something. It reminded her of the previous knot in her stomach.

First things first. Kari had to figure out where she was.

[Exit]