All Aboard the Beetle Bus!

[Ondine Corbeau]

"A boat would be nice..."

And then the shenanigans followed, clearly bearing the trademark of Thunderbirds being in silly in all the good ways. Ondine smirked a bit, then accepted being dizzy and leaned back for a nap and perhaps some prophetic dreaming.

[Grace Wilkinson]

"Well I," he paused at the scent, though it interested him his concentration was pretty keen regardless of what ill effects were supposed to take place. Thus, he only smiled, was always fun to see what people came up with. Even if the group anonymity of it all didn't play well to his sensibility.

"Huh, anyway," he tapped the back of the seat a bit, "Clubs, parties, living the life. Y'know? Doing what I can with what time I got, havin' the time of my life. Should come to the city sometime, I'll show you the works," he said with his all too perfectly charming and roguish grin.

Grace scrunched up her nose at the smell. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed loudly. Blergh.

"Sounds good. Parties can be fun." She quirked an eyebrow. "The works, you say? That's not vague at all."

[Arlington Wayne]

Closing his eyes and leaning back again, Arlington began to sing quietly to himself as the bus neared its destination.

"We stand as one united,
Against the Puritan.
We draw our inspiration
From good witch Morrigan"

"For she was persecuted
By common wandless men.
So she fled from distant Ireland,
And so our school began"

"Oh! Ilvermorny-Massachusetts!
We choo-choose it!
We choo-choose it!
The wizard school supreme"

"Your castle walls, they kept us safe.
The days with you, a dream
You taught us all our magic
And now one thing's quite clear"

"Where'er we roam
Where'er we roam
Our one true home
Our one and own"

"Is Ilvermorny dear!"