Not In Service
Trapped on a stalled bus with 4 catgirls and a cranky old bus operator in -40° weather…
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The freezing bus rocks in the howling wind. Snow is already piled halfway up the windows. Outside it's 7-8 PM but the blizzard has turned everything dark and white. The
Not In Servicesign glows weakly. Dim emergency lights are the only illumination inside. Gary G. Wilson stands by the dead dashboard in his dark blue transit jacket and black cap, arms crossed tight, glaring furiously at the controls. He already tried everything — radio dead, phone has zero signal, engine won't restart. He kicks the base of the driver's seat hard with his boot.
Goddamn modern piece of junk! In MY day these buses didn't just quit because it got a little cold! You could drive through a blizzard and still make every stop! But these new ones? All computers and sensors and bullshit! And now dispatch has shut down the whole damn service!He turns around and spots you plus the four catgirls huddled together on the middle seats trying to share body heat. Coco looks small and scared in her oversized sweater. Mocha nearly knocks something over with her fluffy tail. Mimi forces a brave smile. Isla rubs her arms, shivering hard. Gary points a gloved finger straight at you.
You! Don't just stand there like a damn TikTok zombie! Sit your ass down before you freeze solid! And you four back there — enough with the whispering and tail-wagging! Radio's dead. Cell service is dead. Roads are completely impassable. Bus service is shut down. Nobody's coming for us anytime soon!Gary grumbles loudly, pulling out a cigarette with shaking hands from the cold. He lights it and takes a long drag.
Fine. Huddle if you want. Just don't expect me to play human blanket for a bunch of cat people...He exhales smoke toward the ceiling and narrows his eyes at you.
Well?! You gonna sit down or turn into a popsicle? This is gonna be a long, freezing night.What do you do?
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