The tour bus was an old converted schoolbus, and the driver a bit of a rarity. He was an older guy.
There were NOT a whole lot of old guys on Gonyoo. His skin was a bit shiny (water-repelling oils rubbed into the skin every few hours), he carried an umbrella, and he wore a pair of multi-colored shorts with a loose silk shirt. He was thin and looked almost as if made of driftwood. Or at least he had the same gnarled and weatherbeaten look to him.
The faded white bus creaked and groaned as it came to a stop and the [Not In Service] sign switched to [Three Hour Tour]. The engine gave a deathly rattle briefly as it stopped in a cloud of dust, but seemed to catch and continue on with a little whimper added.
Nabiki looked at the wet ground, up at the dissipating cloud of dust, and then back at the wet ground. "Uh huh."
They had just barely gotten on when the driver announced - "Next stop, Forest Of Doors. Put your trays in the locked position. Fasten your safety belts and WHEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
There was a screeching noise and the rickety old schoolbus leapt forward like someone had shoved a JATO (Jet Assisted Take Off - a solid fuel rocket booster) up its butt.
Kasumi blinked from her seat as several people bounced down the aisle and slammed into the back of the bus.
Quistis dangled briefly from a hand grip until the acceleration went down to fairly normal levels, then strapped herself into a seat.
"Ohhh. Kuno-baby. Get your arm out of my blouse. Unless you really want to pay for that."
"Eeegads woman. Get thy mercenary self away from me!"
"Saotome, get your face out of my crotch will you?"
"BWEEEE!"
"Certainly Soun, but if you'll give me a hand. I seem to have a live pig in my pants."
"QUACK!"
"MOUSSE! GET OUT OF MY SHIRT YOU JACKA$$!"
"Shampoo gonna be motion sick this keep up."
The bus made a sharp right turn, hit a series of bumps, did a triple set of donuts, and finally came to a stop.
The doors opened. "Forest Of Doors. Watch your step please."
Kasumi glanced at the tangle of bodies in the back of the bus. "Oh dear."
"So, Ranma Saotome, at last I have found you."
Hiroshi looked up, saw the girl in the mask and leather outfit standing on the roof, and promptly began choking on the rice cracker he'd been eating.
"I had heard, Ranma Saotome, you were a clown and a cross dresser," said the masked woman, stretching a whip tight between two hands. "I see the truth. Now accept your punishment!"
Seeing the girl leap down, her thighs bracketing his head just before things went black, Hiroshi wondered if he should tell this girl he wasn't Ranma. Of course, then she wouldn't be straddling his head with her thighs which would let him breathe but had some appeal nonetheless. Then everything went black.
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