route_1065 | The wheels on the bus go-- OH MY GOD JENNY THERE ARE BRAKES USE THEM

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.]

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... And now Heather is staring at Osaka.

"... You were one of the kids who got high off the scented markers in kindergarten, weren't you?"

She says this in a tone of both mild sympathy and, oddly, respect.

Both tones go over Osaka's head. "Nah. I liked tasting the rainbow better than smelling it, so I always went with those fruit flavored M&Ms."

She pauses, deep in thought. "I MIGHT'VE experimented with markers, but I don't think I ever inhaled. It's kinda blurry, to be honest."

"Yeeeeah. That doesn't surprise me."

The Skittles OR the blurriness of her early years.

"I always used to wonder how they got all th' chocolate flavor out of those M&Ms an' replaced them with fruit-like stuff," Osaka continues. "But it probably ain't how they do it in the commercials, with all the fruit bouncing around an' slamming into the M&Ms.

"What do you think?" she suddenly asks Heather, looking quite serious.

"I think the candy-marketing world could probably use someone like you putting thought into their advertising campaigns."

Heather might have been one of the bitchier girls in high school, but while her tone is laced with sarcasm, she's got a soft spot for the weirdos. ... Some of them.

Osaka seems harmless enough, so she's cool.

Sarcasm? What sarcasm? "Nah, I couldn't handle that kinda pressure," Osaka replies, waving a hand. "I mean, it's like..."

She tilts her head, giving it a bit of thought. "If you're one of those orchestral players, you can only fit so many people into a music hall, right? But if you make an ad, EVERYONE'LL see it 'cause they all got their own TVs."

"Yep. S'what they invented TVs for. So that everybody could witness the wonder of people attempting to sell stuff."

"Stuff like pigtails, yeah."

The deathmobile gives another lurch beneath them, seeming to actually hang in the air for a good five seconds before touching back down. Osaka doesn't seem to notice.

"Still, I'd be scared of goin' down in advertising history as the girl who messed up advertising for fruit-flavored M&Ms, you know?"

It's probably worth mentioning that right now, Heather is extremely envious of Osaka.

How on earth do you get to be so dreamy that you can go through this and talk like it's a day at the park the whole time? WHAT IS YOUR SECRET, OSAKA.

"I dunno, I can think of a few pitches you could pull off."

There WAS a trend lately with advertising to include incredibly clueless or quirky people in the commercials in hopes that it would appeal to the audiences' senses of irony...

"... Pigtails?"

HER SECRET IS HAVING RUN THE YUKARIMOBILE GAUNTLET AND ~~having a mind that lives in a world of its own~~ GETTING EASILY DISTRACTED.

"Pigtails," Osaka confirms, nodding sagely. "Chiyo-cha- I mean, th' smartest gal I know wears pigtails. I'm pretty sure that's half of her secret strength right there."

She pauses. "I wonder what'd happen if she ever put on a pair of glasses. She'd become a supercomputer genius."

"Maybe you should make ads for pigtails instead of ads for Skittles, then."

"I dunno... that means I gotta look up more people with pigtails, but I'm not that good at research. Like, see..."

Osaka tilts with the van as it makes a hairpin turn. "If I see a 'related articles' link, I gotta click it."

"You're one of those people who get lost on Wikipedia for-- oof-- hours, right?"

Somewhere around the middle of that sentence, Cujo slid into her with a whine.

"Yeah, that Wikithingy always trapped me, but I learned a lot from it just by hoppin' links like mad."

Osaka tilts in the other direction as the car makes ANOTHER turn. "Like how many links it takes to get from 'American fur trade' to 'tentacles.'"

"... Is there a reason you were trying to get from 'American fur trade' to 'tentacles'?"

"Well... I saw stuff on TV about people throwin' paint at people in fur coats, so I was wonderin' if they hadn't thought up other substitutes by now."

Pause.

"Like tentacles."

... Stare.

... Yeah, Heather will just be... nodding... at that one.

"They're all rubbery when you try to bite into 'em at sushi places, right?" Osaka continues, totally not noticing the staring and nodding. "I bet if you made coats out of them, they'd be real good at making sure that paint thrown at 'em won't stick and stain."

"... Well, rubbery doesn't necessarily mean non-sticky..."

WHAT THE HECK. She'll just... embrace the madness.

Welcome to Osaka's world.

"But if you treat 'em with the right kind of chemicals, a tentacoat would probably repel anything."

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