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And then someone was screaming in her ear.
Maddie grumbled, raising a paw to pap them in the face.
"Look here, I am VERY-"
... oh. It was Lettuce.

Removing her paw, she huffed.
"We are clearly the victims of incompetence."
She might have shot a pointed glare at the driver.

After a moment, she let out a sigh.
"I have no idea where we are."

"It reminds me a little too much of insanity, honestly. But it could be normal fog."

"Stop glaring." The ghoul scolded as she was crowded off the bus by the larger boil, his large hands over her small shoulders. Her blonde curls flowed down her shoulders and back, her chocolate brown tail swishing behind her as she was maneuvered from the bus. "It wasn't his fault, and I had wanted to come here on public transportation."

"That was because that was the only way you would be able to see me, Brenna." The blue eyed demon pointed out as his thick arms crossed across his chest. His attention, while on his sister, was also on their surroundings. Thick clouds obscured their view, but it wasn't necessary. His sister's scent was all he needed to know that she was near. Besides the fact that he wasn't going to let her out of his sight. He hadn't seen her in months and there haven't been any contact. This was sibling time and he was going to make the most of it.

For the record, the idea of 'sibling time' was hers.

She had convinced him to come to this mysterious place as an adventure as she had heard a lot about it. In turn, Uru reluctantly agreed. He had asked if she was going to use one of Cocytus' transportation. No, she had wanted to ride the public transportation because it was, and he quoted, "Fun and different. It isn't everyday I get to ride with other creeple."

"Anyway, I wanted to check this place out. I heard that it is some sort of vacation spot." She bounced in place as she looked around. Her scarf fluffed around her neck, her jacket zipped up, and sleeves rolled down. It was kinda cold and that was coming from demons who were cold aligned. Still, she smiled wide as she looked around with oohs and aahs. "Hmmm, doesn't seem like the locals are exactly friendly."

"Look like they're... avoiding us actually." He noted as he eyed some locals who spared them glances before pointedly turning away from them as if to carry a conversation that they were clearly not having before. "Not exactly a welcoming sight..."

"Well, that's fine. We can check things out! Come on!" She grinned, taking his large hands in her own, dragging him along. He nearly tripped as he went after her.

A six foot boil being dragged by a five foot four ghoul. Hysterical.

People were not surrounding him left and right, and Volt, whether they meant well or not, kept the broken bus firmly at his back. When Vaudrey motioned at his wings, the phoenix pulled them right back in, smiling cooley. "Nah, no problems here. All tip-top shape, other than wondering what the hell we're go-"

Oh, boy. Now people were introducing themselves, and Volt rolled his eyes skyward as if asking for help. He wasn't the best at...people-ing.

Get too many in one place, and things got complicated.

However, it seemed as if they were all stuck together, so might as well make the most of it, right? So he offered that same grin all around, nodded as introductions were made. Best, he supposed, to figure out who knew what, and had what skills.

Easier that way to figure out who to stick with. So when Viktor mentioned an adventure, Volt surveyed him casually.

"You wanna do that now? Sure and you don't wanna see who else tumbles off that bus, first?"

Buses were not Sorcha's preferred method of transportation--far too bumpy, and, as a rule, quite dirty, though she always seemed to depart with the most interesting assortment of--well. She hadn't come on this trip for trinkets, despite the way she always wound up with them anyway, somehow, nor out of any sense of adventure; she had, quite simply, gotten on the wrong bus.

Not that she knew what the right bus was, but, by the way this one flipped over and over, she felt that she could safely surmise that this was not it.

Sorcha found herself dizzy as the bus righted itself--she thought it was righted, anyway--and equally trapped in the crush of creeple trying to get off. To throw herself headlong into them was to risk getting trampled or crumpled or worse--as though there could possibly be worse--and so instead she clambered over seats and around people towards the quickly emptying rear of the bus.

She thought herself quite clever as she found the emergency exit at the back, and then a little less so as it failed to open when she pulled on the handle, and then cleverer still when she decided well, to Jack with it, I suppose, and quickly transformed from a tall, slender ghoul to a rather large horse.

A rather large horse who was now even more cramped by seats and narrow rows that had not been built to accommodate such. Whoops.

She craned her neck back and took careful aim at the door, wiggling and shifting uncomfortably before abruptly rearing back with one powerful hind leg. "Sorry," she said as her first kick made a dent. "Excuse me," she continued as the second was accompanied by a screech of metal as it started to give. "Really, if you had simply opened when prompted," she reasoned as the third kick sent it flying off the back of the bus.

She was all too happy to shift back to her relatively normal self. She daintily hopped to the ground and smoothed her hands over her clothes, making sure all was in its place. She sniffed haughtily at the door before turning from it and towards the rest of the escapees from the bus.

Sorcha, in the meantime, had picked up something pretty and shiny and--well, kind of gross, but it glowed and she supposed she could wash it off once they got back to school. If she remembered that she had put it in her pocket, of course.

She heard some boil asking after the very thing she had not a moment ago accidentally stolen and turned to him, all perked ears and wide-eyed innocence. "I'm afraid I haven't, but I shall keep an eye out for it. Both of them, as you only have the one." And it wasn't really lying if she had already forgotten that she had picked it up, was it?

"Hey!" Merope jumped, his hand slapping his empty eye socket. "Whoa! Whoa, whoa. Hey, someone found it! Crisis averted everyone!" He waved his hands again in dismissal, then stood there beaming.

And then realized that his eye was now in a dark place. "Okay, haha, very funny guys. Who has my eye?"

As Sorcha spoke up, Merope turned toward her. "Really?" He perked up, "That'd be great! It's round and green and kind of glowy. I think someone just picked it up, but I didn't get a good look at them. Wait! Let me see." Merope closed his other eye, staring through this socket. "... ... ... I have no idea where it is. But since it's dark it should be easy to see! Maybe."