The Band's Awakening

"Ugh" Echoed throughout the bus' interior or what could've been a bus' interior. The inside was a complete mess, as though a miniature tornado had torn through the vehicle. With more plastic than the ocean, more pieces of food than a buffet, and more tired folk than a sermon delivered by a snail. In the back of the bus came movement underneath a mound of clothes.

"Who buried me under all these shit? Wait, are these even ours?" The voice belonged to one Jezebel Tumult, and with a name like that, you knew she was trouble. Her green mowhawk pierced the mound straight through and with it came the lush form of Jezebel. Lush and very, very bare skinned at the moment. Seemingly unconcerned with her nudity, Jezebel looked outside. There she saw the current location of the bus. Tall trees surrounded the vehicle and the only sign of civilization was the asphalt road.

"Geez. Whose bus is this anyways?" Jezebel asked. She shrugged, that would she'd figure out at a later date, for now she needed to know where the rest of her band was. Under a pile of what appeared to be stereotypical birthday hats was the form of Jeff, her drummer...drumist? No, drummer. She moved further towards the door. Sprawled on top of two seats was Kristina, the lead bassist. Under one of those seats, and directly under Kristina's crotch area, was Susan, the lead guitarist. Further along Jezebel could see quite clearly Steven, with a marker mustache, the band's keyboardist. And finally at the front, the driver was one Tucker R,, the band's manager/lyricist/roadie and whatever else came at hand.

"Seems that everyone's here. On this bus. And not in our van." Jezebel quite proudly stated. A bead of sweat raced down her head as she realized that meant that their instruments weren't with them. Eyes wide now, Jezebel raced out of the bus and into open air. She looked around desperately as she tried to see her band's van. No such luck.

"Aw shit." She spoke quite loudly.

"Keep it down." A really chilled voice spoke. Jezebel turned to see a long-haired fellow looking at a large mirror. She didn't know what the mirror was for, but she did know the individual. It was Shou, the band's,,,,quartermaster if you'd wanted to call them that.

"Shou." Jezebel exclaimed. She walked over to them with open arms. "Do you know what's going on? How'd we get here? Whose bus is this? And most importantly: where is our van?"

Shou waved a placid hand at Jezebel. "IDK my friend. I only met you gals and guys after you got that tattoo on yer heiney."

"What tattoo?" Jezebel spoke." and on my what?"

"Your butt!" Shou replied. "Turn around and see it."

Jezebel blinked but did so to answer her own question. There on printed in dark green ink was the word(s)....