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(Would not be the first time I ended up in someone's lap on the bus... But this time, hopefully not face-first. xD)

Wrong? Huh, he could have sworn that was the only stick... Orrin completely misunderstood, as per usual. He looked around, but there were no other sticks like that in sight. "Mmm... A-are you s-s-su-sure...?", he asked, scratching his neck. Apparently, cars didn't make any more sense than people did.

(It was a crowded bus, and I kind of tripped when standing up to get off, and landed in a sort of cute guy's lap, face-first, as awkward as one could be. I think my face remained red for the rest of that day...

I only tried driving a car once. By force. Shall never do it again... emotion_facepalm )

Orrin flinches as the magical stick suddenly moved on its own. It should not have surprised him so, with the car talking and driving on its own as it were, but it most certainly did. In the blink of an eye, the zombie had curled up on the floor in front of the driver's seat. "O-okay... Good... G-g-good... So-sorry...", he mumbled in slight shock, then began to chew on the pedals. He may not have known much about cars, or much of anything for that matter, but he felt certain that this could not be normal. Not even close.

(He was. I think... What little I did see of him from looking up from his crotch, in mild shock. rofl I am so insanely clumsy, so I often insist on staying put until the bus comes to a complete stop. My family would always nag at me as a kid, so the one time I got up before it stopped, I fell over. Since then, they dare not bother me about it. xD

Mopeds? Sure. Cars? No thank you. Don't know why, but trying to manuver something so much bigger than myself freaks me out. Even the mere thought of it! It's like suddenly becoming huge, and then your limbs don't answer to your brain properly... o______o")

The zombie made a little tumble, hitting his head on the steering wheel in the slight moment of chaos. Once they stood still again, he sat up on the floor in front of the seat, knees to his chin. His questions of why not all people let their cars drive themselves had suddenly been answered, he thought. They're terrible drivers. He'll kill us both before we even get anywhere! This was pretty judgemental for a guy who often fails to operate his own body, but that fact did not occur to him. All he could think of at that moment, is that this car probably wasn't any safer than its owner, after all.

"No-nothing...", he mumbled as he curled up by the seat. "M-ma-maybe we sh-should s-s-stay he-here... I-in-s-stead..."

{My apologies, getting sidetracked & Mushu closed freaking Chrome =_= HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Was that you with the scalpel? LET ME LOVE YOU}

"Of course, I also have an occasional tendency to help myself while I'm still in there, but only if someone else needs it. And only little things." Instead of their usual creepiness, the surgeon's garnet eyes held a slight weariness to them; Although there was a naughty glimmer at the mention of his morbid hobby. Sciurus peered at Sammy, idly wondering what useful things her skin might be hiding. "Probably not. I hardly see the need for paperwork concerning a splinter, nor am I aware of any monetary value for band-aids or swabs."

{ HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!! /huggles/
Aww could be a good way to meet someone new /shot Hm... My Javelin & Malibu weren't that big I guess. Now Honda's my partner & he's a tiny Fit. I've never really thought about it like that, although I've had more of a preference for big tanks, more protection for me (except all these new cars crumple like paper, wth?) & I have trouble seeing still with Honda's curves. I've never driven anything bigger though, like Mamma had her van, I never got to drive it. I'm probably too tiny to drive a bus.}

Voyager chuckled. "This is fun" He hadn't run this crazy since his days at the Homestead when Mo had started learning to drive. Yugo was her primary partner, but the Plymouth had subbed a few times; and pairing a new tiny teenager with a big van had probably not been smart.

He stared at Orrin's sudden change of heart. Sheesh, first he's all 'go go' now he wants to stay... Told 'im to wear his seatbelt. "You sure? Don't wanna see any bambi or have some leaf piles? Ok buddy, we'll stay."

(Woooo, turkeys! *hughug* I actually did have some pulled turkey, only one day too early... OH WELL. xD

And now I can't help but imagine Sciurus as a bus driver... I bet half the people would just make a full turn and wait for the next bus instead. xD)

Fun? FUN? He was getting them killed! Orrin mumbled some cursewords into his knees. Death in traffic seemed like the last thing he needed. Would they even make it anywhere like this? At this pace, they probably wouldn't make it down the block before the doctor came back. This was a terrible, stupid idea... But the car soon had him on other throughts.

"B-b-ba-bambi...?" He remembered seeing that movie once, back at the facility. But they hadn't let him watch it again, after he got so scared by the hunting scenes. And then tried to light the plants up to create his own wildfire... But he would love to meet Bambi. Orrin thought he seemed really kind. And cuddly. "Y-y... You kn-kno-know w-where he... W-w-where he li-lives...?" The zombie looked up curiously.

{At least you had/enjoyed turkey at all? I had ham - by choice, Mushu got us each little meat things & she had the turkey. It seems really hard to make turkey without it being dry, or maybe that's just me? Cause I normally like turkey slices.

Sciurus as a bus driver... Oh dear... /Stops to seriously think about this/ Heh, he'd probably have to drive at night mostly, & he might creep the other drivers out... Definitely tall enough & possibly experienced enough. xD /Imagines someone without quarters or trying to argue with him over the fare/ Oh, I'd pay to see that! He'd be a scary bus driver! xD}

Voyager started feeling guilty as Orrin went on muttering. "I'm sorry. You don't really ride around with cars much do you? And I'm a lot less restricted than most. Did I do somethin' wrong?" The green gentleman's question distracted him, the Plymouth couldn't follow Orrin's train of thought. "What? Who?"

{Writer: /Has a bunch of bandages from trying to find the doctor something festive/ I think it looks cute... S: /Still pointing with cleaver/ Don't even think about it. I have no reason to cheery and festive.
OuO KITTY! /has a new obsession now/ Ooo, thank you! & while Cats has come up... Simon's cat My apologies for taking so long, work & a week of all last minute tests before the actual finals. Those start next week, but least there's only 2 of 'em}

The sound of Sammy's voice again distracted the surgeon from his mental pit of doom. Sciurus blinked, almost dropping the scalpel and stared at her. "What? Oh, coffee. Yes... I have a coffeemaker in my office actually..." He trailed off. It was odd for the man to be so distracted; especially at work. Sciurus almost never allowed his thoughts near his wife when he was busy, but he could almost imagine her at the moment; yelling at him for being rude, and about the coffee. He dragged a hand through his hair with a sigh. "Ah... Forgive me, your coffee would be quite lovely. If you insist on going to the trouble I should at least be of some use, no?"