Lovely wide quiet roads.

::About an hour of driving brings Paige and Melinda here. The whitelighter pulls over at the side of the road and gets the A-Z road map out.::

"Okay... Huxley Street, Huxley, Huxley, Huxley..."

::Melinda looks annoyed.::

"Stop saying Huxley."

"It helps me think, punkass."

"You're the punkass."

::Paige glances up sharply.::

"Don't you call your mother such things."

"Maybe I would if you stopped being one."

::Paige pauses, watching her daughter.::

"Have you been hanging around with some people called Dante and Veronica?"

"Who?"

::Paige frowns, then shakes it off.::

"Never mind. Okay. Hux... here we are. There. Okay, you hold the map and I'll go the wrong way."

::She pushes the map into Melinda's hands and puts the car in gear. They set off and towards Huxley Street.::

"Oh, score."

::Sera cruises along with Andrea, surveying the suburban area's roads for a minute before starting to quickly pick up speed. She turns her head to the Irish hottie but doesn't take her eyes off of the road.::

"Watch out for small children, yeah?"

"It's so wrong to imagine Melinda..."

::Evil grin.::

::Sera smirks and chuckles a bit, her eyes straying to Andrea for a second.::

"And here I thought I was badass."

::Shaking her head, she continues to push on the gas pedal, steadily increasing their speed.::

"That kid's such a brat."

"Ah, she's lovely, really. So clever. She knows how to use bloody ACWMSN messenger already and she's like, two. Except not even that!"

::It was cute teaching Mel that with Jasmine. Maybe she should make her a WitchSpace and make herself the top friend.::

"Smart kid. Still a brat, though."

::Sera's not too fond of children. It's a wonder she's lived in the school for so long without spontaneously combusting. The Ferrari is approaching 150 miles per hour, and the brunette's not slowing down just yet.::

"Ands? Have you ever been a vampire before?"

::Andrea is surprised by the question. Is Sera going to kill her depending on how she answers? If she says yes, does it mean her friend will spin the wheel - just in case? Andy knows vampires and Sera don't go well together. Well. Vampires and anybody don't go well together. She hopes the girl might slow down because... because they're going really fast.::

"Um"

::Luke, meanwhile, is driving at less obnoxious and more appropriate speed on a road parallel to the one that the two lesbians are on. He turns left in order to get on Huxley Street.::

::Andrea should come home pronto. In fact, you both should.::

"Huh. We have to go."

(You are going to miss the meeting at this rate.)

::Sera's eyes narrow, an expression of distaste flitting across her features.::

"Fuck."

::She suddenly brakes and flings the wheel to the side, causing the Ferrari to slide around a full 180 degrees to face the direction that they were coming from. Wordless, she stomps on the gas again, taking off back to the school.::

::Ah, the suburbs. So quiet, so peaceful, so safe... that is, until a flying bus full of screaming witches soars through the air, having ascended from the beach way too fast and, well.

Jasmine is at the helm, naturally, and on the bus is, oh, just about everybody on ACW. The bus lands on the quiet, peaceful, safe suburban street with a whopping great crash and, somehow, the CD player starts itself up again. More Vengaboys, anyone? Soon, a throbbing beat is pounding through the walls of the bus - which doesn't lose any speed and just keeps driving.

The sexy blonde psychic we all love the best is sitting staring out the window, panting for breath and trying to calm her heart. Which is about to pop out of her chest. She leans down and slaps off the music, then just tries to get back her concentration.::

(Nearlydiednearlydiednearlydiednearlydiednearlydiednearlydied...)

::Now that they've finally landed and the bus hasn't keeled over, Dar visibly relaxes.::

"Oh, thank God I can stop screaming."

::Once he's recovered himself, Richard squeezes Jasmine's shoulder proudly.::

"Good job, sport."

::Jasmine is just staring out the window, mouth gaped. Her head rolls with the bumps of the bus a little; she's in shock. Seconds later, though, she shakes herself awake and renews her focus.::

"Is everyone okay?"

::Richard turns to look behind him and check the state of their sorry passengers.::

::Sharon just shakes her head, her knuckles white they've been gripping onto her seat so hard.::

"Don't do that again..."

::Ozymandias doesn't look that fazed, though he is somewhat shaken. He turns to Sharon with smile.::

"Boy, are you gonna regret moving to San Francisco if this bus is headed where I think it's headed."

"No!"

::Of course Azura would choose to be melodramatic.::

(Remember, be thankful that it is not your wife driving.)

"... what are you talking about?"

::As far as Sharon knows, it's going to the manor. She looks at Ozy apprehensively.::

"If we're headed to the manor, it's on the other side of town. You know the fastest way to get there with no traffic is right across the middle, right?"

"Az."

::Paige gives her wife a look, then raises her voice.::

"We're fine."

::She lowers her voice to speak to her wife.::

"At least it's not Andrea driving, right?"

::Andrea pipes up now, tired of the jibes.::

"Will people stop slaggin' off me drivin'? For crying out loud, it's not that bad!"

::It is, though.::

"Well, it is, but shut up anyway, I never even sat me test."

::Having observed the passengers, Richard turns back to face forward.::

"... yep, they're all right."

(And Paige has sat her test.)

::Azura keeps her thoughts about her wife's god awful driving to herself.::

"At least the bus is in one piece."

::Zack has unclipped himself and staggered to the front.::

"Jasmine."

::He sounds deadly serious.::

::Jasmine looks worried, her mind racing.::

"What?"

"Please can we do that again?"

::Jasmine groans.::

"You little twerp. Go and sit down, there's a corner coming up."

::Behind the bus, the great serpent is still giving chase. The Source's tail flicks this way and that, sending cars, lamp posts and white picket fences flying.::