Up... Down... Up... Down...
He wasn't sure if that was his stomach or the world around him as his eyes cracked open, after what seemed like an endless dream to him. Sigmund tried looking around him, but all his green eyes could catch were red blurs. The buzzing in his ears drowned the distant traces of, what he assumed, were the other students. Nausea and the buzzing... Hm, this seemed like all of his mornings, actually. He blinked a few times, desperately trying to catch a clear image. Had he fallen asleep on the bus? Damn. That was bad. That was really bad. How long was he out? He needed to ask someone what time it was. ...Aah, if only he had remembered what time the bus'd actually picked them up. He didn't really have anyone to really blame but himself for not knowing that... and the broken blue watch around his hand, that is.
The world was still spinning, but his senses were slowly coming back to him. And they were all telling him one thing: Something's wrong here.
Instead of the back-breaking chair he'd found himself sitting before, this one felt surprisingly comfortable and warm. Instead of the screeching of the back wheels, a pleasant and soothing silence lingered in the room. ...If only for a moment. He could've sworn he heard another voice - this time one a bit closer to him...? Instead of having his face pressed against the cold window glass he'd most surely have woken up to, he found himself forced to hold it in the palm of his right hand, in fear that it might just fall off and land between his feet.But... Most importantly
, he told himself as he fully returned to the conscious world and witnessed the almost dream-like scene before him, buses don't get about fifty feet wide and turn into a theater... right?
He stretched his arm out to the red seat in front of him, awkwardly wrapping it around its top and attempted to pull himself forward. But as felt the lack of support from his feet, he immediately pushed himself away, back into the comfortable embrace of his own chair.
"Okay, then... No walking, I guess.", he mumbled under his breath.Just... don't throw up... yet, at least
, he ordered himself.
He took another look around him, trying to catch a glimpse of the other students. One of them was apparently standing up... but he couldn't quite make out their appearance.
The buzzing had finally stopped completely, as he'd finally managed to make out the words that were apparently coming from the student's mouth.
"I... *Yawn*... I don't really see the waiter, do you?"...Assuming they had any in theaters.