Sleeping Problems On A Bus.

The group had thought of everything they needed during their bus ride..except one major issue; sleeping. None of them could sleep properly. Dante’s constant ticking annoyed everyone, Heathcliff was too angry to even sleep, Ishmael would still be yelling at him, Outis was asleep, in the most uncomfortable position possible, Gregor’s arm kept acting up, Sinclair was too scared of nightmares, Meursault didn’t even look tired (he didn’t look like he felt anything?), Hong Lu and Yi Sang were talking too much, Rodion was trying to calm everyone down, Faust was yapping in third person about how she has better sleeping ideas but won’t share, Quixote was on the verge of just killing everyone, Ryōshū was bothered by it all, & Charon literally couldn’t sleep, because if she did, the Mephi would likely drive itself off course. Everyone seemed to be upset and/or in discomfort. The only one actually asleep was…Vergilius.

Ryōshū: “The hell-? Why is Vergilius-“

Ishmael: “How the hell is our guide asleep?!”

Faust: “Faust believes tha- “

Quixote: “SHUT UP! PLEASE- “

Heathcliff had already started sleeping on the bus floor.