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Arrakis had almost missed the bus, getting on at the last second, and so had spent the majority of the bus ride trying to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything in his rush. He had massively overslept, somehow missing any and all alarms he'd set to specifically prevent this from occurring. He figured at least he'd made the bus, if anything, even if he had to spend a good bit of the first ten minutes catching his breath. The rest of his bus ride had been spent trying not to end up in the lap of one of the others riding the bus with him. With how much the bus shook and rattled, it was difficult to maintain his seating position, though his long arms and legs helped at least a little with bracing himself. The air thinning as the bus took a shortcut pulled his focus away from his mental lists, however, and he stared through the windows in surprise at the dilapidated houses.

He didn't get much of a chance to consider them, however, before the bus was falling off and end over end over end. He banged around a fair bit, trying his best to brace himself against his seat so that he wouldn't go flying out into the aisle or onto another passenger. When everything finally came to a stop, Arra groaned and cracked one eye open, half expecting to see the bus dangling over a precipice. He was very relieved to find that wasn't the case. Luckily, no one seemed to be seriously hurt. Some bumps and scrapes, but so far he didn't hear anyone reporting broken limbs or anything important torn. Waiting for a gap in those shuffling off of the bus, he slipped out himself. He felt bruised, rubbing his arms and shoulders, trying to arch his back and see if anything was damaged there. He seemed alright, if a bit sore, and looked around at where they'd found themselves.

If Arrakis had been tasked with thinking of a more foreboding area to step out into, he would have probably failed that task. Something about it put him off, a bit. He also wasn't keen on getting too far from the bus, should something happen. He could only see so far out, so he'd only be able to see so far back should he wander away. And to think, he'd only wanted to explore some of the areas nearby his new place of residence... He wasn't regretting his exploratory curiosity, but he was debating the wisdom of letting it lead him into these situations.

Taking a deep breath of the fog, Arrakis chanced a few steps away from the bus. When the fog didn't immediately swallow him up, he moved a little further away, until he reached the furthest distance he dared to go. It was still close enough that he could run back to the bus if he needed, and he used that to reassure himself as he tried to pick out shapes in the fog swirling around the group. Nothing. Or, at least, nothing he could make out. Still uneasy, he backed his way towards the bus and the creeple surrounding it. He honestly did not like not being able to see around. It felt smothering and made his skin crawl more than a bit. He tried to ignore the thought that, if there were danger out there in the mist, he'd never be able to tell until it was nearly right on top of them. Maybe some of the others, with various magics or heightened senses, would have an easier time with it, and Arrakis figured it was in his best interest to stick close to those with better detection abilities.

"Thanks, it takes a whole lotta work," she mumbled in response to the golem. "At least a good few hours to get it lookin so fine." Frankly the attention was flattering, but Piper was still frazzled from her clumsy display. Also, ink was totally not cool. She made a face at the culprit as the reaper apologized on his familiar's behalf, still annoyed despite how sincere he sounded. At least they were moving on now, so she didn't have to worry about making more of a mess of herself.

"No way it don't stain normally! Well, you heard the boil," she said to the...what was that ghoul?? Seriously, her hometown was so isolated. "Apparently it was just ink. Ugh." Pointing her finger at the dark spots still left in her hair, a sprig of water jet out and began to wash the ink off. When she was satisfied (or close enough to), she switched the spell to a stream of hot hair and started to fluff her hair back to its puffy, healthy looks.

Right on cue for the rabbit to join in. Piper pursed her lips. "Hey yourself, bunny boil," she grumbled. "You seen any teachers around her or anythin'?"

Always keen to avoid the Tower, Uttam had gladly taken the opportunity to take a resupply mission, which after a very long and boring tale, ended with him on this bus ride to hell.

Honestly, he'd rode worse.

The rough and tumble exit garnered a few groans and muttered curses from the lanky Famine soldier, but he was uninjured, and genuinely curious of what he saw. Fog, everywhere. Surreptitious villagers. Something was definitely off about the whole situation.

"Well?" He snapped at a random passerby, quirking a brow at them. "What is it that we have here? Where are we, and when will we able to be back home? Supplies are sparse here, it is apparent. My mission cannot be compromised by tomfoolery."

Torsten had fallen into a soft silence as he leaned into the other boil. He caught sight of something...really tall. Hopping up he walked over, dragging Mellow along. Once he reached the bigger boil he spoke softly. "Excuse me. Father always said height meant power. Can you help two weak little students explore this place?"

He blinked. "Also...how tall are you?"

Ivar nodded as he took in the cat's description. A warm yellow based tabby would be much easier to find amidst the fog than say a black one.

Realising that he must have overstepped some boundaries with regards to the ghoul's cloak, the man stepped back and apologized.

Tapping his chin, he tried to think of another solution. "Would you be carrying a toy of theirs? Or some treats it might like?"

“Now, now,” she grinned and patted his cheek (with a bit too much force), “How nice to see you here ya.” Gzifa leaned in to stare at him face to face with an unrelenting smirk and gaze. As if to say that at least right here and now, she was much stronger than him.

“Get up and let's go explore, hm?” The tiny horsewoman did not get off him, however.

Stuck here. That didn't seem to be a first either for them, she mused as she tilted her head ever so slightly to ponder on all the events in which they seemed trapped. Or running for their lives. Or forgetting about their lives. Or stuck. Many times it seemed. The wight shrugged it off like it was no big deal.

"Alright ~" Olivia was going to take it as an invitation regardless of what he thought and made to once again shadow after the fire demon until she heard her name called by a familiar voice. Her eyes brightened when she noticed the other undead not so far away and gave him a small little wave.

"I have been fine, and yourself?" She couldn't complain really, "I am going to go follow Andrew," her arm shot out to point to the retreating boil in question. The fire and all. "Would you like to come?"