Ghosts tour was a production on steroids, to be able to get the scale of instrument and equipment up and down every night took a massive team of people; it took a trailer and two tour buses to cart everyone around to the next locations. Both of the buses had the same layout fitting 12-16 people on each bus, so some of the long-time staff stayed in the extra bunks on the ghouls bus- including Kevin, and everyone loved Kevin.
Anyway; the door to the bus was about ⅔ down the bus, immediately upon entering you're faced with the world's smallest bathroom with a shower head- though usually everyone waited till the next hotel to shower. To the right was a tiny kitchenette fit with a small fridge, an electric stove, even a microwave, and several cupboards stocked full of overly sugary sweet treats for the ghouls. Just past the kitchen were couches, a coffee table, and a tv mounted to the wall.
If you went back down the bus, past the bathroom, and went up a small set of stairs you'd be greeted by two grey doors on either side of you. Behind the left door was the Cardinals personal room; if you turned right through the other set of doors you'd be walking through the thinnest hall sammiches between bunks stacked three high, for three or four rows back until you reach another door. Behind that door was a more private hang out area set up of course with couches and a mounted tv; though the view from the tinted windows was cool enough.
All of that to say their tour buses were Not cheap, and definitely needed for the space of containing so many bodies. Their system wouldn't run as smoothly if they only had one bus. This was a trial by error lesson they learned early on in Ghost's touring career.
As it was now, all of the ghouls and a few lingering staff- including Kevin- were gathered in the small area to hang out on the first level just past the kitchen. Usually they would've filled the time with a card game of sorts, or even dueling super mario characters; but now all of them sat with faces of disgust.
"It's like any time I think it's gonna stop, I get another whiff of it." Cirrus icked.
"It smells like burning plastic." Rain said.
Aurora sighed, "More like a dumpster fire."
"I'm gonna be sick." Phantom said, leaning back half on Sodo.
"Let's not forget about the noise" Swiss said, "I can't be the only one hearing this shit every 15 minutes."
"It's like a grinding." Rain agreed, "It's been driving me mad."
"Does Papa know?" Aurora asked.
No one said anything at first, so Kevin stood and announced he'd fill in the Papa; the ghouls sat silently and watched him disappear down the hall. They heard Kevin's knock right before the horrid smell and noise cut over the sounds; like a shrieking chugged sound accompanying a burnt stench. Rain coughed, covered his exposed mouth with his sleeves and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I can't." Rain said, rising to his feet.
The water ghoul left the first floor to go hide in his bunk; the ghouls found themselves wondering how the driver didn't hear or smell any of this. Then very suddenly, a big boom resulted in the bus filling with the smell of burning plastic and gas, smoke filling the cabin slowly had the ghouls coughing before the stench reached their noses.
Thankfully the bus driver was now well acquainted thanks to the sound, and by now was pulling off to the side of the highway. Copia made his way down the hall to the hang out area in a panic, his brown hair was tossed crazily, the bags under his eyes seeming more exhausted than normal, especially in the low lighting.
"Is everyone okay?" Copia asked looking around, "Where's Rain?"
"Here."
Copia spun, looking past Kevin's shoulder, and sighing in relief when he found Rain's blue eyes. Once the bus stopped fully everyone calmly filled out to the side of the road' the cardinal counted heads as everyone exitted. Luckily, everyone made it off the bus safely; unluckily, they had a great view of the flames eating away at the bottom of the tour bus.
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Ghosts'Ghoul Gang
FanfictionMini Hiatus- more stories coming soon, writing now A collection of fiction head canons?- or just prompts- of the Ghouls and Papa- though I'll try to keep things pretty neutral. Will have angst, day-to-day, head canons, smut even. We'll cross that b...