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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2021-02-01 06:00 am

A New Platform [Intro Post February]

On the Train

Three days after the Voidtreckers return to the void after their adventures on the biosphere world, they are awoken by a familiar announcement.

"Good morning passengers, it is day Sixteen of the month of Jelly. Points have been updated on the system."

They have indeed, and everyone can spend the morning shopping. Those who have been on the train for a while will also be expecting the second announcement that comes a few hours later.

"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A lurch and a jolt and the windows fill with the fog that means they are at a platform. The fog seems thicker than usual and as they step out onto the platform they will find it is cold, very cold. Icy fog sticks to their clothing, makes it hard to see very far; the atmosphere is dark and gloomy.

As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing as they walk silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers: Alexis Rhodes, Elfnein, Itsuki Myoudouin, Ken Ichijouji, MT, Neku Sakuraba, Nike Lemercier, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Rainbow Dash, Rei Saotome, Taichi Yagami, Tsubomi Hanasaki, Yuri Tsukikage and Zechs Merquise all pass through the platform, not looking back before they disappear through the barriers and into the fog beyond.

But on the platform itself there are new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours, in various states of confusion.

For New Passengers

At first all they can see is steam, billowing around them as they come to their senses. As their eyes adjust, they will see they are on a platform, glass and dark stone rising in sturdy arches around them. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single track extending both ways into thick fog.

They are standing, in clothes that are not their own and a style they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on their back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze; then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.

The platform is not large with sixteen figures scattered around, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. To both the left and right, tracks disappear into the mist. Then there is a roaring sound and out of the fog arrives a train. Jet black with gold writing on the side. The Voidtrecker Express. There is a hiss as the doors slide open and out step a strange assortment of people. Some are human, some are less so. Most are wearing the same hoodie in one of the four colours, red, orange, blue and purple, though some are sporting different clothes in a variety of styles.

The Train

After a short time, the doors hiss open again. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there's anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would lead to something terrible. If that is not enough, there are plenty of people on the platform now, to encourage them onto the train.

Each ICP shows the same message and next to the screens there are stacks of leaflets written by those on the train, with further information (see
'Publications'). The store rooms have been restocked with fresh ingredients, including several crates of avocados, the ingredient of the month of Jelly, as well as all sundries.

For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags.

New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!

Room is tight but there are storage cubbies at the head of each bed, beds fold up and the bottom bunks double as benches for the small table. There is storage under those benches full of spare blankets and pillows.

Departure

A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers braving the freezing fog, and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, but they may wish to brief their new companions.

The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view again as it picks up speed.

"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."

The train begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog-filled sky.

"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated. Entry into Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

A shudder, a jolt, a lurch to the left. A flash of light, colourful and blinding. As quick as it happens it is done. The train seems to steady itself. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever-changing colours.

Welcome to the Void!
guru_clef: (Looks 10)

Clef - OTA

[personal profile] guru_clef 2021-02-01 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
A Rare Sighting!

Clef was... not in the library. He had been heading to pick up his packages, but he decided to check the platform on the way. Just in case.

The small mage looked to be ten or twelve or so to those not used to him or his world. His clothes looked like they were drawn from his parents' cosplay closet. The fact that he was floating in a pastel colored translucent bubble, standing on the grass that filled the bottom to give him a flat platform, holding a tall staff... that might have been a clue that he wasn't just some child in oversized robes and too many crystals.

After spending time looking on the platform to see if his son or anyone else he knew was there, he headed to get his packages - three books - then retreated to the library.

Library.

The small mage had returned to his usual spot, sitting on the top of a tall stone in the library, a notebook floating before him as he focused between that and the small circuit board he was working on. The rest of the new laptop he had been working on floated beside him as he worked on the final component...
strawberryprotector: (happy)

Ichigo Kurosaki | Prompt for Grimmjow and OTA

[personal profile] strawberryprotector 2021-02-01 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Locked to Grimmjow: Luggage
When the train rolled to a stop, Ichigo was nearly bouncing. He grabbed Grimmjow's hand and started pulling him toward the luggage car. "C'mon. The rings are gonna be waiting for us in the luggage car." He couldn't wait to see if they looked as good as he hoped.

OTA: Post "announcing"
Ichigo couldn't help looking at the ring on his finger, the way the topaz glittered in the light. You'll find him staring at his brand new wedding ring with a sappy smile on his face, wandering the train. And perhaps, you've even heard him and Grimmjow declaring that they're married now.
death_from_above: (Spark I'm a cat)

Spark - OTA

[personal profile] death_from_above 2021-02-01 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
The small orange cat was prowling the platform looking for someone who might feed him...

Care to treat the cute orange cat to fish?
yondu: (1 3 4)

Yondu Udonta | Blue Team

[personal profile] yondu 2021-02-01 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Platform

You know what's disorienting? Floating in space, accepting your fate, trying to soothe your damn near traumatized boy in your last moments, and then finding yourself on some random train platform. Throws you off a little.

Yondu's immediately weak, gasping for a breath that his lungs desperately want after having it all seep out of him in that cold vacuum, dropping down to his hands and knees coughing. There's a piece of paper in his hand and he can barely pay attention to it right then. He doesn't even register that his clothes are different. The rucksack drops to the ground beside him as he hacks and catches all of that sweet oxygen he was missing out on not five seconds ago.

The blue man (every bit of him blue, even the inside of his mouth, the only exceptions being his red eyes, cybernetic headgear, and harsh looking sharp teeth) and even wearing a blue team uniform leans back on his haunches. Yondu's finally taking a look around him, because this isn't really the afterlife somebody figures they'll run into. He squints, hands on his knees, nose crinkling up in utter, potent confusion.

"The hell is all this?"


Sleeper 1, Cabin B

He eventually finds his cabin. This whole thing seems shady as hell, but he's been in service to people before. He's been at a disadvantage. What you do is be quiet, lay low, do what you can when you have more info and got an opening.

He reckons that means he's playing along.

But boy, isn't that a pretty sight he finds in his rucksack when he finally digs all the way into it. Piling everything out onto his assigned bunk and there's a pretty little arrow. About a foot long, gold and with a glowing "ruby" towards the end. Well, well. Someone wants him to be able to act up at some point. Either they're a damn fool or they're smarter than he's givin' 'em credit for. Whichever it is, he smiles a jagged smile to see it again. Good friends make a new place a little less lonely.

He holsters it in a pocket of his cargo pants pocket for now. Awkward as it's half sticking out, but at least he can keep track of it that way.


Dining Car

He's getting his bearings, and that leads him to the Kitchen. He pokes around a little, trying to figure out what this is, what that is. Looks like a whole bunch of Terran machinery. There's some warm brown liquid meant for drinking. Smells strong.

He snags a mug, fills it up, and finds himself a seat in the dining car. Then he just sits, hands around the mug, letting it seep into his bones, closing his red eyes and trying to forget the feeling of the cold digging into his skin. Horrible needles of pain, so chilly it burned. It was just as horrible as he expected. He hoped it worked, he figured Quill's buddies'd be on top of picking him up. Hell of a shitty experience though.

He finally takes a drink.

"Yeah, this is terrible." But what does he do? Take another drink of it.
kingcat: (This is gonna be FUN)

[personal profile] kingcat 2021-02-01 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Grimmjow wasn't entirely aware of the delivery schedule, but Ichigo being excited was certainly something that picked up on easily enough. "So that's what you been all worked up about?" he asked with a warm laugh, following Ichigo off towards the luggage car without an ounce of resistance. "They better be sized right..."
najaran: (Long Drop)

Najaran OTA

[personal profile] najaran 2021-02-01 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Najaran Hadn't been feeling well recently. She even missed the mission which had made her feel worse. But she had to come to the platform, just in case. Duo might return. She had to know. Even though she was still feeling a little... off.

The young teen leaned against the side of the train, watching people as she clung to her man-headed cane.

strawberryprotector: (smile)

[personal profile] strawberryprotector 2021-02-01 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it is. The train stopped, so we're at a platform. So the rings should be there." Pushing through the door to the luggage car, Ichigo dug through the new packages to find the small package with Grimmjow's name. "Here it is!"
kingcat: (This is gonna be FUN)

[personal profile] kingcat 2021-02-01 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
It was a suitably small package, and Grimmjow immediately tried to swipe it from Ichigo's hands. "Well let's get a look, already!" he insisted.
strawberryprotector: (happy)

[personal profile] strawberryprotector 2021-02-01 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
Ichigo nearly shoved it into Grimmjow's hands. "Open it up, I wanna make sure they fit." He was nearly vibrating in anticipation.
kingcat: (This is gonna be FUN)

[personal profile] kingcat 2021-02-01 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
He laughed softly, and all but shredded the paper, revealing the small box inside, and cracking it open. Inside were the perfect rings, exactly like they'd decided on. Grimmjow plucked out the one with blue gems and grinned at Ichigo. "Show me which finger it goes on."
strawberryprotector: (happy)

[personal profile] strawberryprotector 2021-02-01 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Right away, Ichigo presented his left hand. "Goes on the third finger." He wiggled the digit in question. "The gems look like the perfect color, too."
thawed_pride: (Nort-This is far too close for comfort.)

Vexen | Orange Team | One closed prompt, otherwise open

[personal profile] thawed_pride 2021-02-01 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Closed to Xion and Taiki - Platform]

The clouds of white steam were quite unlike the curling shadows of a dark corridor, and a disorienting shift from the laboratory he'd only recently returned to. He noticed the cold immediately, a welcome quality to the area in his mind, but something about the place...it set his teeth on edge, like he was uncomfortably close to something dangerous.

Immediately, he searched the bag he felt hanging from his shoulders and found what he was looking for. The black coat easily fit over the hoodie, it's familiar weight offering a sense of protection. He didn't know if the garment's protective magic would work against whatever uncertain threat had his nerves wound tight, or whatever magic had brought him here so suddenly, but it was better than nothing. With that, he drew himself up to his full, rather imposing height, and banished the rucksack in a flicker of cold mist and curling shadows.

[Meet and Greet - Open, Platform]

His first encounter on the platform...well, it could have gone better. Though he looked physically no worse for the wear, a distracted melancholy had settled over his features. Things were even stranger here than he'd thought, and he kept finding his hand drifting to his chest, where the muted shadow of a painful tightness pretended to clutch his heart.

There would be time to sort out his feelings later. He adjusted his coat, hood down so that his face was clearly visible, and strode toward the nearest person.

"You there, pardon me." His tone was matter-of-fact, but with the awkwardness of someone who wasn't used to just approaching people like this. He was so used to working recon in a covert group, simply questioning people who might know something felt strange and wrong. "What do you know of this place, and why we are here?"
nobodys_puppet: (Hooded Self)

Re: Vexen | Orange Team | One closed prompt, otherwise open

[personal profile] nobodys_puppet 2021-02-01 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Xion had come out to the platform to look for Roxas as usual. She was her usual afraid self, hunched in as she searched. She spotted Taiki and a few other faces she knew and then a flash of black. Roxas?

She spun to face the familiar flutter of black jacket, and Taiki would feel a flash of hope followed by... terror.

That... that was not Roxas. Worse, she didn't know who it was. But.. it was one of the members of the Organization. Panic. Terror. She burst into motion. But she wasn't running away from the stranger. She was rushing towards him. She would not let him hurt anyone here, whoever he was. She wished she had spotted Axel so they could have faced him together, but she wasn't running away to find Axel. Who knew who could be hurt in the time it would take her?

She rushed to stand between Vexen and the train, taking a defensive position, her hood hiding most of her face, as usual. Her shoulders were set and she looked furious, or at least.. determined. Axel would have seen the fear in her, because he knew her so well, but he wasn't there. Taiki was though, and he'd be able to feel it roiling off of her. This was the most afraid Taiki would have ever sensed her....

But she was NOT going to let anyone from home hurt anyone here.
worthallthis: (doubtful)

Dining car

[personal profile] worthallthis 2021-02-01 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Soldat, passing through to drop off a pan of quiche for various people's breakfast-slash-lunch as they pass through, shakes their head a little at the statement. They set the pan down in the middle of the table, maybe a little closer to Yondu than the empty other end, with a buzzing of gears in the metal arm, and offer, "If you don't like coffee. There's other things to drink. Or things to mix into it to make it tastier."
kingcat: (This is gonna be FUN)

[personal profile] kingcat 2021-02-01 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Grimmjow slid the ring into place, brushing his thumb over the curve of the ring with a wide grin. "Looks perfect on you," he decided, and shoved the box at Ichigo, holding out his left hand. "Your turn. That's the rule, right?"
miseris_socios: (unimpressed.jpg)

Ken Amada (AU) | Red Team

[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-02-01 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Arrival]

A hand on his back, guiding him away through the green-tinted streets, blood still on him, his mind blank -

And suddenly he's standing on a cold train platform. He looks around and reaches for his spear to hide it, but it's not there. Confused, he looks down at the ticket in his hand. ... Voidtrecker Express? What the hell is that?

He reaches back and grabs the unfamiliar bag, looking through it... none of this stuff is his. Wait, no - his Evoker is there. He shifts it towards the top of the bag, though not peeking out, in case he needs it.

Looking around... hey. Why does he have red and not orange?


[Roommates] (closed to 2:C)

Ken manages to dodge and weave his way towards the second sleeper carriage, holding the ticket in his hands before spotting someone else swiping a ticket against the screen - ah. He holds it up and hears the door unlock, pushing inside.'

Hopefully he can just get in and out without talking to anyone, but with his luck there'll be people inside.


[Musical Trains]

Ken's managed to find his way to the music car, and immediately he grabs an orange set of earbuds, despite his red clothing. It takes a minute to figure out how to pair them, but it's easy enough that it's done quickly. He starts scrolling through the music library, flicking through songs. A few of them drift from the speakers as he looks for the next thing to add to his SCP.

... Minato would be better at recommending stuff than this thing.


[Wildcard]

It's easy fo find him wandering around the train wherever. He's still kind of dazed given what's happened in the last... twelve hours? Twenty four? He's not sure anymore. Time's blended together somewhat, given the shock he's been in.
yondu: (0 9 2)

[personal profile] yondu 2021-02-01 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
He looks up at Soldat with tired red eyes. Then at whatever food he just put out. The way humans look at alien foods in movies? That's how Yondu eyes that pan. A pure, potent, 'the hell is that?' expression. But contrary to most of those movies, he'd absolutely try it because beggars bide their time and make do until they're choosers.

"I reckon I could get used to it. Just wanted somethin' warm."

But does he wanna sit here and force this down if it's this bitter? He doesn't know how strong he made it, he just wanted something to drink. "Alright. I'll bite. What you got that makes this taste decent?"
melodiouspacifist: (So Very Interested)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist 2021-02-01 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
He'd had his back to Vexen at the time and then let out a little yelp of surprise when he turned around to see him.

"Hey, Vexy, hey!" Demyx said letting out a nervous giggle. His eyes weren't norted anymore but when he saw that Vexen's were, he seemed to relax his posture, if only a fraction.

"What're you doing here?"
thawed_pride: (Nort-Why am I still here?)

[personal profile] thawed_pride 2021-02-01 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
He hadn't expected to see Demyx, but then...maybe he should have. Who else wore their hair in such a ridiculous style? It was something of a relief, seeing a friendly face, though it struck him as odd that Demyx's eyes were blue again. On an impulse, he reached up to feel one of his own ears, but...of course it was still pointed. He could feel that shard of foul darkness, still lodged firmly inside him.

He added that to his list of questions to ask, and let his hand drop with a sigh.

"If you'd been listening, you would know that I just asked you that precise question. It was not my choice to come here, nor did I receive any manner of explanation. I was hoping someone else might be better informed."

The important part said, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Demyx.

"And just what is that childish nickname?"
so_dark_a_road: (these are my brass knuckles)

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2021-02-01 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
Farewell to the departed:

Curufin goes to the barrier as he usually does on platform day, and he waves goodbye to those who are leaving. He knows they won't respond, but he does it anyway. He didn't know them all, but he wishes them all well. He calls a special goodbye to those he has interacted with, Alexis, Elfnein, Ken, Nike, and Zechs. "Goodbye and good luck, wherever you wander. I hope you can go home to your own worlds, if you wish to go, and if not, to somewhere where you can use your talents and find purpose in life."


Collecting orders (for Senku):

Curufin goes quickly to the Luggage Car and collects the books he ordered for Senku: The Oxford Textbook of Medicine, Harrison's Principles of Internal Medicine, and The Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine. Then he goes looking for Senku. He'll offer to carry the books to the Medical Carriage where they belong.


Meeting New Passengers (especially new Orange Team members, but also OTA):

Curufin wanders the platform in the fog, looking for people who look as though they need an explanation for why they are here. He is particularly interested in greeting new Orange Team members, but he will offer the same greeting to any new person.

"Hello? Can I help you? Do you have questions?"


Talking to Friends (anywhere):

He'll happily have a conversation with any friend or acquaintance who wants one, on the platform or on the train.

"How's it going?"
Edited 2021-02-01 08:38 (UTC)
melodiouspacifist: (Aw We Do Too Have Hearts)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist 2021-02-01 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't listening." Other people might be ashamed to admit that, but it didn't bother Demyx.

"Right, yeah, okay." Well, well, he was the experienced party this time.

"We're stuck here. You have to get on the train and then we go from place to place to these missions. It was not as interesting as I thought it would be, last time, and then we just hang out on the train." Demyx explained.

He grinned and shrugged. "What's wrong with Vexy?"
so_dark_a_road: (among the contending princes)

On the platform

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2021-02-01 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
Curufin spotted Clef standing in his bubble and came over to say hello. "Nice way to save your feet, right? How are you, Clef?"
thawed_pride: (Nort-Your stupidity astounds.)

[personal profile] thawed_pride 2021-02-01 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Missions?" There was a note of distaste to his voice, extending to a wrinkling of his nose. Even in the old days, he'd never been much of a field agent. "And here I had thought we'd left Organization life in the past, now that the guardians are sorting out that infestation problem. Speaking of which-"

He unfolded his arms to gesture at Demyx's face with one hand.

"They aren't finished yet, so why are your eyes back to normal? And as for your question, 'Vexy' is diminutive. It sounds patronizing for a man of my station."
so_dark_a_road: (among the contending princes)

Announcement

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2021-02-01 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
Curufin spotted Ichigo on the train and noticed the topaz ring and the sappy smile!

"What a beautiful ring!" he exclaimed. "I heard that you and Grimmjow are married. Is that your wedding ring?"
tactlesstantei: (surprise)

Masumi Sera | OTA

[personal profile] tactlesstantei 2021-02-01 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
1. Platform

[Platform day being what it is, Masumi stops to watch the group of people leaving the train, waiting to see if anyone she knows is leaving. There's a few people she's spoken to before, such as Zechs and Itsuki, but most notable were two of her roommates, MT and Rainbow Dash. Biting back the usual sadness at seeing people she knows leave, she braces herself against the chill before heading out onto the platform to see if anyone she knows is among the newcomers.

Of course, no one she knows is out there, so her trip outside turns into seeing if anyone needs to be convinced to get on the train.]


2. Luggage

[Masumi's got a package today! Having made her way to Luggage, she locates the small box with her name on it and opens it to reveal her phone from home, just as she remembered it. A quick check reveals that it seems to have everything it had the last time she had it, though she doesn't make more than a quick check before stuffing it into her hoodie pocket and turning to leave the car.

Hopefully she wasn't in anyone's way, but there's a lot of packages, so it's possible she was.]