Going Greyhound.

The two large busses, carrying a bunch of Hos, one Wench, one Sammie, one delectable, if somewhat confused general, and ten tons of luggage gracelessly pulled away from the HSU grounds.

Soon after they had left the campus in the rearview mirrors, the fun began. Romance novels, nail polish, potato chips, boom boxes, and guitars appeared from nowhere.

Dande hunted around for a spare outlet in which to plug in a curling iron. The General took one look at the mobile slumber party and sat down heavily next to Aya in the front part of the bus.

~*~

Going for the long pass.

"Bark, bark!"

"Are they gone?" Lynne asked, peeking over a dark shoulder.

"Bark, bark!"

"I know, I know, but I was following Jael out here to say 'hi', you know? I just got a little…side-tracked." Warm brown eyes smiled at her.

"Bark, bark!"

"I'm sorry you're hungry, Space Dog. Isn't it time for Jael to feed you?" Lynn looked up to see a tent moving on its own volition slowly across the rugby pitch.

"Ahh…it might be awhile, Space Dog."

"I have grapes," said a heavily accented Germanic voice. "And no one to feed them to me." The grapes were offered to Space Dog, who turned and ran after the wayward tent.

~*~

Going cultural.

"Kumbayaaa, my lord, kumbayaaaaa!" sang the chorus from the bus.

Aya hid her face in Kenobi's shoulder, trying not to hurl.

~*~

Going crazy.

The suit of armour looked down at the trail of Pounce treats leading from the Library to Shana's office.

"Dorotea, what is this?"

"An attempt at humour by the Nurse, I think. She's probably trying to distract me away from something or someone and I have a pretty good idea of who."

Clank, clank, clank.

Shana's door had been opened and there were scratch marks all over it. The office was covered with fur and the chair looked as though it had been used for a scratching post.

"Uh oh. Look at the chair," Dorotea moaned.

"That's ok," said the armour. "The desk still looks intact." He grabbed the Librarian and pushed her over it.

~*~

Going for broke.

"Well, at least it's not a folk song," Aya said.

A choir of angelic voices rang through the bus.

"SO WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNK AND SCREW!"

Dande carefully adjusted the volume on her Air Supply CD.

~*~

Going deep.

"Darry! I know you're in there." Emmy called from the mine entrance.

"She's busy," called a smooth greyside voice.

"We need to talk," Emmy shouted back.

"I'm flattered," came the response.

"Not you, imbecile, the Nurse!" Emmy straightened her tiara, which was sliding to the left as her temper shortened.

"What is it?" Darry huffed.

"I'm not going to have this conversation shouting from here."

"You're more than welcome to join-OW!"

"I'll be up there in a moment," Darry grumbled.

~*~

Going nowhere.

"General," said the gruff bus driver. "Any idea where you're wanting to go?"

Kenobi looked at Aya. Then they turned to the thirty-odd expectant faces in the rear of the bus.