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:
It's raining.

To put it more accurately, it's pouring.

And to top it all off, there is a sleeping old man sitting at the very back of the bus (or van, as the case may be) with his head back and his mouth wide open, making the most cringe-inducing racket any being has ever made in its sleep, barring nightmare-induced screaming or something. Why is he there? Who knows. He was there before any of the volunteers being shuttled to Olivine City boarded their vehicles of choice, and he will probably stay there long after they get off at their destination. Maybe he will always be there. He is the Man You Don't Want to Sit Next to On Public Transportation (tm)and his presence defies the laws of space and time.

Regardless, no matter how much racket is coming from that last seat, nothing seems to be dampening the spirits of the driver, who turns away from the rain-blurred windshield and back to face the passengers once all the seats are full with a bright, chipper grin that borders ever-so-slightly on the unhinged.

It's another one of the many near-identical Officer Jennies, although this one looks far too excited about the prospect of a several-hours-long road trip through pouring rain. As a matter of fact, her earrings are little raindrops. How... appropriate. Her hair seems just a little crazier than most of her cousins (sisters? ... clones??), and she has a faithful Treecko lying across the back of her seat.

"What a fine group of young men and women! Volunteering to help the citizens of Olivine like that! I admire your spunk, taking the time out of your day to do a good deed!"

She beams.

"It'll take us a good few hours to get there, but don't worry, there'll be plenty of mud to dig in once we arrive!"

Turning back to the wheel, she lets the Treecko scamper down her arm and man the stick-shift-- yes, these vehicles are stick. And yes, she is letting the Pokemon help her drive.

"Off we go! It's time to take chances, make mistakes, and GET MESSY!"

With the force and enthusiasm that only overly-cheerful-and-possibly-crazy people seem to have, the Jenny slams her foot down on the gas and sends the party (or parties-- yes, she will be saying a variation of this speech to every single group of people she drives) off on a bumpy, swervy, and way-too-fast start to their journey to Olivine.

With luck and possibly a few prayers to Arceus, the volunteers may survive until they roll to a stop in Olivine.



[ooc: Sorry this came a little late, guys! This is an OPEN LOG, so anyone going to Olivine can feel free to start their own threads, mingle, whatever! Freak out at Jenny's TOTALLY INSANE driving, scoot around and try to avoid the snoring man, make conversation/argue/start rap battles/play the 'I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUUUU' game with your fellow passengers, or maybe just drive everybody else crazy by starting a round of "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall". ALL IS FAIR GAME.]

Comments

TOTALLY OPEN FOR SILLY GAMES.

[swordofimpulse.livejournal.com]

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?"

Let's pretend this is the same van, if that's okay?

[souljudgment.livejournal.com]

"No idea, but we're probably next." He mutters next to him, holding tightly on any remotely stable object in the van to keep from crashing into anyone else. For all it's worth, he's never moved in any mode of transportation that was both fast and did not move in a stable manner. It was usually one or the other.

He was starting to turn a little green, though thankfully he had nothing to eject if it ever came down to it.

Ahahahaha xD

[isthedeadcat]

Lion had the great pleasure of climbing up the vanbusthing when almost reaching Violet. Having seen the driving from outside, Lion knew perfectly that bracing oneself was the only way to survive this madness.

On climbing on the van (with a polite "Good afternoon" because that is how Lion always rolled) Lion spotted a known face among the people. Quickly buckling up to avoid death, Lion smiled at Shinn.

"Hello, Shinn-san. It's good to see a familiar face before possibly dying."

[foolishwren]

It would be a lie to say that Heather had not encountered dangerous, terrifying forms of public transportation before. Hell, she didn't even like riding the subway back home anymore after her hellish experience on the damn thing.

But it was safe to say that this was the most horrifying bus ride she'd ever taken during which the driver should have been a certifiably sane officer of the law.

"If the answer to that question is not 'The entire police department thus rendering this one to be the only individual physically capable of the job', I'm suing somebody."

BUMP.

... Gulp.

"If I live."

Open for whatever!

[souljudgment.livejournal.com]

He is going to die, isn't he?

Ted holds onto the seat tightly, his knuckles white from the pressure as they swerve yet again. He was half glad that he hadn't eaten before the trip, otherwise his stomach was probably going to hate him for ever thinking this was a good idea.

Ships? Fine. Dragons? Piece of cake.

Officer Jenny?

... Oh man, please let him not regret this.

"H-hey, slow down already!"

[ko1122.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[ridingthewinds.livejournal.com]

Ororo sits in the row behind Ted's - somewhere in the middle of the bus, in the middle of utter chaos. There is noise before her and behind her and all around her, and she would very much rather not try to determine what exactly some of those noises are.

As such, she's employing some calming meditative breathing techniques to escape into a Happier Place. It's something she's learned to do, after having to deal with teenagers who drive this insanely back home. Of course, she hasn't had to deal with an entire busload of passengers making a racket before, and no amount of imperious glaring would result in a threatening roll of thunder to make them all calm down...

But she does hear Ted's terrified outburst! She speaks up a little, raising her voice over the noise to be heard, but not even bothering to open her eyes.

"I don't believe she plans to listen to you, Ted. Even if she does hear you."

VERY OPEN, obviously!

[tapestodiane]

"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 police offers here ... then again, what standards they go by remain to be seen, Diane. As it stands I can only be grateful that traffic in Johto is scarce at best."

>:| there. He turns the recorder off and proceeds to stare out the window, but only until being forced to hold on and make a vague woaah-sound with the rest of the poor passengers on the bus at the next breakneck turn skiddle-thing-trick the Jenny manages to perform.

Never trusting a Jenny to drive ever again, thank you.

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!"

[Open]

[chosenlightchld.livejournal.com]

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!"

[itsthebutz.livejournal.com]

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.

Yaaayyy1!! (Totally open, yay!)

[isthedeadcat]

Boat trips were a normal thing for Lion.

The whole "your school is in another island" thing made Lion do quite a few trips by ship, and of course missing class on a stormy day was completely out of the question. This was pretty comparable to those trips. At least there was no risk of falling off... Of course there was the risk of hitting a wall, crashing against other cars or even pokémon, decapitation with the glass...

Oh well. Better fasten the seatbelts as hard as possible.

For anyone who looks, Lion looks pretty composed and calm, while buckled up to the seat and attempting to avoid any hits on the head. Pretending everything is under control is a big part of being the head of a family, and Lion is a very apt heir after all.

[pastsanity.livejournal.com]

[Kinzo had to admit... He had thought that nothing could be worse than the rough rides to and from the island on the boats they had had to use. Now, however, he was starting to wonder. Still, he was trained to handle far worse - he hoped - so he sat, composed as any Ushiromiya head should, and turned to his grandchild.]

... How are you holding up, Lion? This is quite the ride.

[makesagoodwife.livejournal.com]

Back home, Belphe never really had the privilege of fully experiencing a vehicle ride. On the occasions Ange traveled on one, she and her sisters were most usually invisible and keeping a silent, hovering vigil until such case as they were summoned.

The middle sister doesn't look terribly thrilled with the idea of being here...her face remains a mostly-composed mask of calm, but her grip on the seat in front of her as Jenny drives like a FRIGGIN MADMAN is white-knuckled.

The sooner they get to Olivine, the better.

[swordofimpulse.livejournal.com]

GUESS WHO IS BEING ALL CHILL AND READING NEXT TO HER?

Well, to be exact, Shinn is actually sweating bullets while reading, which shows that he is also afraid of the van crashing into something else that doesn't move and not supposed to be on the road.

opeeeen \o/

[restardom.livejournal.com]

While having heard of the dangers of Jenny's driving, Rise had never actually been exposed to the true horror that was a blue-haired lady driving-- could this actually be called driving? Sure she was going in one direction, except that direction seemed to change its mind every three seconds, because it had already gone left, right, forward, right, right, left-- all in sporadic, screechy jerks.

Which Rise could have endured, had she not been recuperating from last night. Having your already sore head make contact with the window was not a pleasant feeling.

Hence why she was now doubled over with her hands clutching her head, muttering a string of incomprehensible words that could very easily be interpreted as things idols Did Not Generally Say.

[ridingthewinds.livejournal.com]

Ororo is remarkably calm through all this. She does clutch what Logan calls Oh-Shit-Handles on the back of the chairs and above the windows until her knuckles turn white at times, but her voice is level and her stance is one of practiced stability.

Anyway, she notices Rise holding her head in her hands like that, and immediately she makes her way over, concerned, and a sick bag in one hand, just in case.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

OPEN! HARASS AWAY

[foolishwren]

You couldn't dig trenches with an arm wrapped in more bandages than an Egyptian mummy.

But for some reason, Heather was on this trip anyway.

Why? ... Well, she had her reasons, but like any sane person, she had started to doubt them right around the same point that the bus nearly collided with with the side of a house. The bus had rolled to a screaming halt, going from full velocity to NO velocity in the space of about three seconds, which had the added effect of sending Heather face-first into the back of the seat in front of her.

Then the Jenny had called out a cheerful "Whoops!", readjusted the stick with an ominous grinding noise, and sent them continuing on their way.

"If I survived the apocalypse just to die in a smelly bus being driven driven by postal police officer, I am going to do some serious head-busting when I get to the afterlife," Heather mumbles through gritted teeth, hanging grimly onto the pile of Cujo that had tried to cram himself into her lap, tail between his legs.

He had started the trip looking extremely excited about the chance to ride in THING WITH WHEELS AND WINDOWS THAT HE COULD STICK HIS HEAD OUT OF, but had quickly learned to associate the situation he was in with fear and dread.

As such, adding to the general commotion in the World's Most Unsafe Public Transportation, there is the persistent whine whiiiiine whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiining of a very unhappy pooch.

K THANKS I THINK I WILL

[catsteward.livejournal.com]

"Are you TRYING to get us all killed??"

Guess who else is on this trip, and none too happy about it? He'd not been given two minutes to enjoy his victory over Whitney's gym (as much as one COULD enjoy a victory amidst all the wailing and crying) before he'd been approached by a Jenny who had been making a sweep of Goldenrod's buildings. He'd been asked a quick series of questions - did he win his challenge? Did he have other plans for today? No? Good, get in the van.

There was no candy in this van, just a psychotic driver who seemed hellbent she was going to shake everyone inside to pieces before they got wherever it was they were going.

In the crook of one arm is an espeon, brought out of the PC to fill the sixth spot on his team while Theresa recovered at the pokemon center from whatever it was that was making her act out-of-sorts. And this espeon is not only enjoying the ride, but seems most interested in Cujo's whining, mimicking the pathetic sounds with a ridiculous grin on it's face. To him, imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.

Magic School Bus. Nice.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Barney, as it turns out, was having very much similar thoughts to Larry. Why had he even gotten on this bus? He was leaving Goldenrod! The closest thing he found to home. He put it up to having still been drunk while making the decision.

Of course, now he was hungover, which he hadn't thought possible here in Johto, but somehow his party had produced enough alcohol to cause it. He groaned, trying to ignore the bus and all of it's movements (Was the Jenny aiming for every bump and dip?). God this sucked.

Make it end! he thought, almost as a prayer.

[itsthebutz.livejournal.com]

"Barneyyyyyy..."

That whiny voice was unmistakable. Obviously, it was Larry, and while practically hanging off Barney from the next seat, he was clearly just as miserable as his friend.

If he would have known that the bus driver was going to be that crazy officer who obviously has no idea how to drive, he wouldn't have even given this idea a second thought. Maybe that Dynamic Punch he got to the face from Poliwrath this morning added to his impaired judgment. Or maybe he was just too busy checking her out at the time to realize it was that Jenny.

[seasalttwilight.livejournal.com]

When Roxas saw the car, he had a feeling that this was a bad idea.

But he needed to get to Olivine and this seemed much faster than travelling on foot. Especially with the way that the weather was. So he'd gotten on the bus and found a quiet seat in the back near a window. Although it was kind of hard to look out of with the way the bus was moving. Hopefully, Namine and Xion wouldn't mind.

For the most part he turned his attention to his pokegear, trying to play some of the games available. Sparky the Pikachu slept soundly on his head.

He sighed, noting that the background music really didn't match the situation he was in right now.

[cagedstar.livejournal.com]

And that would be another squeak from her as Crazy Jenny skids along the road. She's been at it the whole trip, don't worry. Naminé can't really complain because this is the fastest way to Olivine, but she's starting to crave the solid and stable ground underneath her feet the more miles they travel.

This ride was slowly torturing her into motion sickness, and she's all but squeezed the peep out of Star around her arms, who, unlike her, seems to be enjoying the ride cheerfully.

open! \o/

[cynicizing.livejournal.com]

Santa was beginning to wonder what the hell he'd been thinking when he decided to go along with this. Oh, right—because he didn't like standing idly and the alternative had been to go the Rocket way, which sounded suspiciously connected to boats, and no amount of legendary Pokemon was getting him on a ship under those conditions. One experience with a boat was enough, thank you.

Still. Drowning or dying in an accident. He wasn't sure which one he preferred at the moment.

"We are all. Going. To. Fucking. Die," he muttered under his breath, clutching to the back of the seat in front of him.

[darkenedgales]

While half of the bus' passengers was busy praying for their lives and the other half was simply wondering how drunk they must have been when they had agreed to this, there was only one question Crow was asking himself:

Why were there no motorcycles in Johto.

If there was at least one, Crow could use it to get to Olivine in probably the same (if not shorter) time and in a much safer way -- except not really, since he was prone to rather dangerous riding, but hey, at least he'd be responsible for his own life instead of leaving it in the hands of some (mentally unstable?) police officer.

"Has anyone even checked if she's got a license?!" The duelist groaned, wondering how much more of that crazy ride the bus could endure.

open like a can of beans

[usedfakestache.livejournal.com]

Someone wasn't as bothered by this trip as he should be.

Sure, Hawk still had a white-knuckled hold on whatever there was to hold on to but all in all he looked pretty calm about the whole ordeal. Almost a little... at home, as if the years of bumping around on Korean cattle trails and being subjected to BJ's skewed idea of what driving was had desensitized him to the point where not even Officer Jenny's insanity at the wheel rattled him too badly.

At least no one was trying to blow them up.

So there he was, making himself as comfortable as one could be under these circumstances with a sleeping Psyduck in his lap (Radar had worked himself into a tizzy hours ago and promptly passed out shortly before departure) and a somewhat vacant expression on his face. Feel free to hit him up, he needs to talk someone's ear off.

Open~

[dragonspeak]

Merlin manages to hold back the first whimper as Officer Jenny careens around the corner, nearly running some passerby over. While he's eager to lend a hand in Olivine, he's not entirely certain he's going to survive the trip there.

"Oh gods," he groans as Jenny suddenly brakes, sending him tumbling to the side. Clutching at his seat, white-knuckled, Merlin simply closes his eyes and tries not to look out the window.

hope this is okay~

[doorjammer.livejournal.com]

And sitting behind him is an equally freaked out man, holding on to the chair in front of him so tightly it might break.

"D-does she really drive like this?" He wasn't stuttering due to fear (at least as far as he would like to admit) but because of they just went over a hump. He remembered signing up to dig a ditch but he didn't remember signing up to ride in a crazy woman's van.

open like an open thing

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Now, he was heading to meet Amy and Rory. Really. Honestly. But he kind of got distracted, because people needed help and he quite liked to do something when that was the case. So of course he would get very sidetracked and end up heading to Olivine.

And Jenny's driving? Pffft. He's the only one that looks as eager as she does.

"This is brilliant, isn't it?!"

Adric, however, is not as thrilled. So there is an Abra more or less desperately clinging to the Doctor's head.

[boranda-hawk.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant...?"

While this may be the first time Jacques has ever ridden in a car, he's pretty sure it's not supposed to be like this. No, he's holding onto his seat for dear life, looking about as impassive as he ever does, a Furret nestled calmly in his coat.

The Doctor gets a look that seems to ask How is this brilliant? because really, Jenny's driving may possibly be the most terrifying thing in Johto.

This thing is open like a freaking Gay Parade

[usedmeteorshot.livejournal.com]

(OOC:Sorry if someone finds my subject offensive... I live in an area with a very open gay community so it's just a fact of life for me. XD)

Zack ginned as wide as a Cheshire cat, completely unfazed by the crazy woman's driving.

"Hey this is better than crashing in a helicopter." He said, laughing at bit and throwing his hands up as the took a sharp corner, like it was a roller coaster. He had apparently forgotten that along with losing the extra strength and stamina with his mako he also lost a lot of his indestructibility.

[notrlychaotic.livejournal.com]

Poor Cloud never truly got over his motion sickness. Or rather, he did and Jenny brought it back. He blames the lack of Mako, currently. Luckily, some kind soul had given him some ice to place over his eyes and nose and currently, it's helping for the moment. Just the moment though.

"Zack, are you serious?" He moaned pathetically, curling up in a pathetic ball to wallow in his pathetic misery.

Totally open!

[show_my_cannons]

Ironhide refuses to acknowledge the way the vehicle is jouncing all over. He refuses to acknowledge the creepy snoring man, the people around him, or anything aside from the inside of his own eyelids. He looks like he's sleeping. But, in actually, the big Autobot-turned-human is trying his best to forget that he's riding in a vehicle all together.

It's disconcerting. He should be driving. Not sitting. It feels wrong.

He crosses huge arms over his chest, tilting his head back and scowling up at the ceiling. At least he was on his way to get something done.

[usedfakestache.livejournal.com]

There is something so incredibly tempting about big, burly, stubborn men. Something almost military and if there's one thing Hawk has a hard time resisting it's annoying the ever-living crap out of said stoics. He's not sure if it's due to a temporary lapse in his self-preservation (moth, flame. All that jazz) or just an undeniable urge to mess with anything that ever so slightly resembles authority but whatever it is he's not one to resist, no matter how bad it can be for his health.

Besides, it's a long way to Olivine and he might just go even more bonkers if he has to remain silent and un-entertained the whole way.

"You know what I don't understand?" he starts, quite obviously set on having this conversation with or without the other participating. "Why the people that need help the most always has the worst transportation."

[dead-black-eyes.livejournal.com]

L absolutely wasn't planning on digging any trenches. He was unaccustomed to labor of the manual variety, preferring to use his mind and his fast fingers but abhorring heavy lifting. No... being in Olivine would give him the much-needed opportunity to actually get close to Team Rocket. What he knew of them he'd learned through Belphegor, but he was looking forward to actually getting close to them.

[makesagoodwife.livejournal.com]

For her part, Belphe wouldn't have put it past Team Rocket to be behind all of this somehow if her mind weren't more squarely focused on the pressing matter of NOT being thrown from her seat or headfirst into the laps of neighboring strangers.

This is her first introduction to riding in a vehicle, and her assessment, muttered for the benefit of the dark-haired man beside her is "I think I prefer walking" as Jenny hits yet another dip in the road.