A Bizarre New World, Chapter One: Cat’s In The Cradle

[bruceleegreyhulk]

"Amazing how Twitter managed to survive the tech crash that took out so many other social media platforms." Jinny then leaned past her seat and looked over to where Boris was sitting, "What do you need help with?"

" It's my mother. She keeps posting naughty pictures of herself on my Twitter, which attracts the wrong people to it. I know she's a glamour model, but she really shouldn't use my Twitter to showcase her modeling pictures," Boris said.

" I made my Twitter account to talk about puppets, old school special effects. Most of the comments on my Twitter from other people are about my mother. Mostly about how hot she is, and how big and amazing her **** are, and wanting to do her. It's got to the point where it's annoying," Boris said.

So perhaps you know a way I can set up a Twitter account for my mother? So that she can get off mine, and people can stop talking about her on my Twitter," Boris said.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

" It's my mother. She keeps posting naughty pictures of herself on my Twitter, which attracts the wrong people to it. I know she's a glamour model, but she really shouldn't use my Twitter to showcase her modeling pictures," Boris said.

" I made my Twitter account to talk about puppets, old school special effects. Most of the comments on my Twitter from other people are about my mother. Mostly about how hot she is, and how big and amazing her **** are, and wanting to do her. It's got to the point where it's annoying," Boris said.

So perhaps you know a way I can set up a Twitter account for my mother? So that she can get off mine, and people can stop talking about her on my Twitter," Boris said.

"Buddy, I would have kept all that to myself," Sandra remarked from her seat a few rows up. She really felt bad for the little guy. His mom was posting her **** to his account. It really sounded and looked like it was him who was posting them.

Poor bastard.

[Tami]

" It's my mother. She keeps posting naughty pictures of herself on my Twitter, which attracts the wrong people to it. I know she's a glamour model, but she really shouldn't use my Twitter to showcase her modeling pictures," Boris said.

" I made my Twitter account to talk about puppets, old school special effects. Most of the comments on my Twitter from other people are about my mother. Mostly about how hot she is, and how big and amazing her **** are, and wanting to do her. It's got to the point where it's annoying," Boris said.

So perhaps you know a way I can set up a Twitter account for my mother? So that she can get off mine, and people can stop talking about her on my Twitter," Boris said.

"Naughty, you mean pornographic?" After pausing for a moment, "You never should have given her access to your account. Everyone who sees them will think you are pimping your own mother."

Jinny stood up to face Boris, "Does your mother have her own email account? That's all you need to set up an account for her. Either that, or set up a new email account and a new Twitter account for yourself and just let her keep using your old one."

[Yun Lao]

" It's my mother. She keeps posting naughty pictures of herself on my Twitter, which attracts the wrong people to it. I know she's a glamour model, but she really shouldn't use my Twitter to showcase her modeling pictures," Boris said.

" I made my Twitter account to talk about puppets, old school special effects. Most of the comments on my Twitter from other people are about my mother. Mostly about how hot she is, and how big and amazing her **** are, and wanting to do her. It's got to the point where it's annoying," Boris said.

So perhaps you know a way I can set up a Twitter account for my mother? So that she can get off mine, and people can stop talking about her on my Twitter," Boris said.

"Naughty, you mean pornographic?" After pausing for a moment, "You never should have given her access to your account. Everyone who sees them will think you are pimping your own mother."

Jinny stood up to face Boris, "Does your mother have her own email account? That's all you need to set up an account for her. Either that, or set up a new email account and a new Twitter account for yourself and just let her keep using your old one."

"Who gives a ****?!"

The sudden outburst came from the rear of the vehicle, although it would be difficult to tell which of the two men had said it.

[Tami]

"Who gives a ****?!"

The sudden outburst came from the rear of the vehicle, although it would be difficult to tell which of the two men had said it.

Looking back towards the source of the outburst, "Obviously you do or you wouldn't have so rudely interrupted our conversation. If you have something useful to contribute, then do so. Otherwise keep your thoughts to yourself."

[Yun Lao]

Looking back towards the source of the outburst, "Obviously you do or you wouldn't have so rudely interrupted our conversation. If you have something useful to contribute, then do so. Otherwise keep your thoughts to yourself."

"Oh like I have something meaningful to say to a midget who's obsessed about his mom's **** and the losers who think they're cool because they use the big scary dead net."

"Yo, Flors, knock it off."

"Whatever!"

Once again, despite the outbursts, it was hard to tell which was talking.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

"Oh like I have something meaningful to say to a midget who's obsessed about his mom's **** and the losers who think they're cool because they use the big scary dead net."

"Yo, Flors, knock it off."

"Whatever!"

Once again, despite the outbursts, it was hard to tell which was talking.

Vivian had one thing to say.

"May I smoke in here?"

[Tami]

"Oh like I have something meaningful to say to a midget who's obsessed about his mom's **** and the losers who think they're cool because they use the big scary dead net."

"Yo, Flors, knock it off."

"Whatever!"

Once again, despite the outbursts, it was hard to tell which was talking.

Making her way towards the back of the bus until she came withing eyesight of the two lurkers, her first impulse was to be snarky and risk starting a fight. Instead, she went with her second impulse, "Why don't you join us up front? Don't you think it's about time we all got to know each other?"

[The Dog]

"Cool, just gimme a sec..." Miguel said, plunging a hand into his pocket and drawing up some loose change. Pretty much the last he had from his trip. Certainly was a good thing the bus ride was free. "Since I don't have much time to set up, I figure I'll try something simple."

Miguel stood from his seat so he could be in plain view of anyone who wanted to give a watch. "Okay, check it out. This seat right in front of me?" he held out a hand, gesturing to the seat. "Toby keeps a pretty pristine bus. No marks..." He said sliding his hand over the top of the bus. "No cuts, no notable scratches or marks..."

Miguel flipped a trio of of quarters, which landed on top of the seat. "75 cents. I know it's chump change, but keep an eye on 'em...HITAH!" Miguel stated, raising a hand and slapping it down on the quarters on the top of the seat, which subsequently shot forward through the FRONT of the seat in it's middle and landed on the floor. "My take on the intangible object trick. "I call it the 'Invisible Canon'!" he smirked with a shrug. "Not the best version of it I've done, but given the minimal set up, it ain't half bad."

Jamie gasped and cheered like a good audience member watching a magician perform their craft. While a quick and simple trick, it was still a showing of training and skill that her half-brother obviously prided himself in. And it was impressive, as far as she was concerned.

"That was an amazing trick! I'm impressed!" Jamie complimented him.

Making her way towards the back of the bus until she came withing eyesight of the two lurkers, her first impulse was to be snarky and risk starting a fight. Instead, she went with her second impulse, "Why don't you join us up front? Don't you think it's about time we all got to know each other?"

Jamie flinched in her seat, already expecting a fight between the ill-tempered man and her half-sister. She didn't like fights, but didn't know how to get them to not do so.

[Yun Lao]

Making her way towards the back of the bus until she came withing eyesight of the two lurkers, her first impulse was to be snarky and risk starting a fight. Instead, she went with her second impulse, "Why don't you join us up front? Don't you think it's about time we all got to know each other?"

Jamie flinched in her seat, already expecting a fight between the ill-tempered man and her half-sister. She didn't like fights, but didn't know how to get them to not do so.

[Jinny (WIL): 01]
[Jamie (PER): 02]

As Jinny made her way towards the back, she could feel a heavy tension in the air with each step she took, yet it would not be enough to dissuade her. What she did not notice, Jamie would, which were the slight flickering of the lights, dimming Jinny's view of the two until she would have to be practically on top of them to see.

A deep, menacing sense of dread quickly filled that part of the bus as the two lurkers remained quiet with Jinny's approach.

[Tami]

[Jinny (WIL): 01]
[Jamie (PER): 02]

As Jinny made her way towards the back, she could feel a heavy tension in the air with each step she took, yet it would not be enough to dissuade her. What she did not notice, Jamie would, which were the slight flickering of the lights, dimming Jinny's view of the two until she would have to be practically on top of them to see.

A deep, menacing sense of dread quickly filled that part of the bus as the two lurkers remained quiet with Jinny's approach.

Pausing, she found herself looking around as if expecting something or someone to come at her. Taking a deep breath, "Fine, if that's how you want it to be." with that she turned around and headed back to her own seat.

[grampagen]

The ride was smooth, again much smoother than the bus' exterior hinted, but there was that saying that looks could be deceiving. Glances out the window showed the innate beauty of the Texan plains, with rolling grasses of yellows, golds, browns, and greens, and patches of mesquite trees and cacti peppering the landscape. Ancient billboards depicting the faded warnings of damnation without Jesus occasionally passed by, but at least they showed something, unlike the digital ones, which had been abandoned by those distrustful after the 25th hour. Those seeking out a decent radio station would find little enjoyment from the static, save for some unstable and scratchy country and any of those who relied on their digital devices would find their signals growing weaker and weaker with each passing mile.

Soon, all entertainment options would have to come from them and with it, the horrible realization of every family road trip; that they might have to interact with each other once more.

Seated there lazily, Suzie had bundled herself in her arms, legs crossed under her skirt. Despite being so wound up, fatigue permeated her posture, half-laying, listlessly where she slipped partially upon the soft leather upholstery in a withered state. Watching the Texan wilderness pass them by and the spots of old beliefs from a post-Ocasek world.

End of Times passed her by, Pray and Repent the next.

Seems we'll never get past the twenties.

"...Excuse me...I'll be taking this seat...."

A timid sounding voice nagged off to Suzies side and a figure slid into the nearest seat, the soft yet forceful impact of a case coming to rest on the floor near her feet.

Sadly the back seats had been taken, and sitting alone was out of the question....if one did not choose their seat partner then that choice would be made for them in the end, so it was tactically sound to make the first move in this matter.

The horrific visions of being trapped against the wall and force fed by that girl scout fanatic were also fairly influencing.

Thankfully this particular person was fairly quiet, oddly dressed but quiet. She would pull attention away from her by default....and the seat offered a close point to discretely listen in on the two backwater bandits.

......

Perhaps she should perform some small talk, even if just a tiny amount to avoid being "too" quiet.

"....Hello....nice bus...?" Lucy said, immediately failing to come up with a good topic.

Suzie's head dipped for a second, the frayed ends of her hair seeming to follow her just a half-second after, and slowly, she managed to turn her face around.

Wasn't either of the blokes in the back row. The voice was small, but much closer.

"...suppose it is, innit?"

...hardly passed a single phrase and she'd already run out of material. At the very least she'd try to not put her off.

"I-" As she turned in her seat, towards Lucy, the pleather of her skirt had scrunched against the seat in such a manner that it pronounced a faint, ripping squeal behind her. Immediately, Suzie's white face flushed pink.

"...well excuse me," she stammered.

[MrSandman]

Seated there lazily, Suzie had bundled herself in her arms, legs crossed under her skirt. Despite being so wound up, fatigue permeated her posture, half-laying, listlessly where she slipped partially upon the soft leather upholstery in a withered state. Watching the Texan wilderness pass them by and the spots of old beliefs from a post-Ocasek world.

End of Times passed her by, Pray and Repent the next.

Seems we'll never get past the twenties.



Suzie's head dipped for a second, the frayed ends of her hair seeming to follow her just a half-second after, and slowly, she managed to turn her face around.

Wasn't either of the blokes in the back row. The voice was small, but much closer.

"...suppose it is, innit?"

...hardly passed a single phrase and she'd already run out of material. At the very least she'd try to not put her off.

"I-" As she turned in her seat, towards Lucy, the pleather of her skirt had scrunched against the seat in such a manner that it pronounced a faint, ripping squeal behind her. Immediately, Suzie's white face flushed pink.

"...well excuse me," she stammered.

"Ppfffftt...hehahahaha..." For one otherworldly moment Lucy burst into a childish giggles, having to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle it. It took her a couple seconds, but the moment she regained composure she immediate went back to her neutral apathetic expression without missing a beat.

"Sorry......" The seat went back to being quiet, Lucy unsure how to continue....

[Jinny (WIL): 01]
[Jamie (PER): 02]

As Jinny made her way towards the back, she could feel a heavy tension in the air with each step she took, yet it would not be enough to dissuade her. What she did not notice, Jamie would, which were the slight flickering of the lights, dimming Jinny's view of the two until she would have to be practically on top of them to see.

A deep, menacing sense of dread quickly filled that part of the bus as the two lurkers remained quiet with Jinny's approach.

Lucy felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise in retaliation to some hostile aura directly behind her....

Her hand fell upon the handle to her case. Earlier she had taken the two for common thugs, not worth the attention....but the aura they were giving off too...pronounced.

[Noldere]

Vivian had one thing to say.

"May I smoke in here?"

"Are you trying to smoke something normal or something a bit more... out there?" Gula asked- unsure if the question was meant for the driver alone, just the people close enough to potentially be bothered by the smoke, or everyone- then added, "...not that I have problem with either, unless you're talking something really crazy, like the stuff my aunt had once that killed my taste buds for an hour. That I'd much rather you not."

[KingofPie]

Jamie gasped and cheered like a good audience member watching a magician perform their craft. While a quick and simple trick, it was still a showing of training and skill that her half-brother obviously prided himself in. And it was impressive, as far as she was concerned.

"That was an amazing trick! I'm impressed!" Jamie complimented him.

Miguel gave a thumbs up in response. "Appreciate it! Just basic street magic compared to what I can do with a full set-up though," he shrugged sitting back down. The seats behind him had quieted down, it seemed. Good. He had overheard...perhaps far too much about one of his step-brother's mothers. Leaning his head back, he wondered if it was about time for a nap. He wasn't sure how much farther they had to go, but it couldn't have been too long.