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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!
irrationally: (ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ.)

[personal profile] irrationally 2021-03-10 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh god, this feels exactly like talking to someone in Wonderland. Did she happen to leave the train and go back there? Is she just hallucinating him? Who knows, but it's giving her some severe deja vu vibes over here. ]

Your father is a lord of the underworld. [ She repeats, dryly, as if to make sure she's understanding this situation properly. ]

Well, I don't think putting in any amount of good words is going to do much for me, really.
adregem: (just looking around~)

[personal profile] adregem 2021-03-10 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Only to Romeo will Roland look any sort of tall. Tidus himself was already two inches hovering above him, growth spurts and good genes be damned. He did say his father was a famous blitzer, back in the day...Roland guesses athletes really just have the build no matter the generation.

He gets to work on the bookmark, some scissors too small for his fingers, but he manages to follow Romeo's instructions as soon as he can get settled in on a design. "Not too big for my book...Got it." He is dutiful in the approach, serene at the task with the occasional glance over to Romeo's own until the bookmark is offered as a stencil. He nods and gently handles it, dropping the pair of scissors and opting for a pencil sticking out of the supplies.

He draws in peace.

"I hope I can make one as nice as this." He says, offhandedly. "Think I've got the chops for arts 'n crafts, Romeo?"
adregem: (the best days still lie ahead.)

[personal profile] adregem 2021-03-10 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
...

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...

Roland simply shakes his head, withholding a chortle. He gently lowers the ladle down with careful fingers against Inigo's wrist and offers him a much much smaller scooper that came with the set. But Roland is so patient and used to this that it almost seems like part of their routine already, as he asks for the ladle to be given to him silently, not a word passing out of his lips. He wants Inigo to discover this gift for all that it is without Roland's immediate intervention! He's going to enjoy the moment he puts the sugar in and the fun can really begin!
flatteries: (and lay beside this mess)

[personal profile] flatteries 2021-03-10 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
To Inigo's credit, he manages to only pout a little bit as his fun ladle is being taken away from him, leaving him with such a smaller scooper.

But he trusts that Roland knows what he's doing here. And that this is all part of Doing It Properly, rather than Roland being a responsible adult who doesn't want Inigo get the biggest sugar high of his life. So he puts the sugar into the thing, and considering it's already on..

Inigo's eyes grow wide.

"F-Father, look!" As if this is something new to Roland as well, rather than it just being new to the medieval boy. But Inigo seems to want him to share in this discovery as well. "Look at that, in the middle! It's like magic!"
10billionpercent: (I Sense A Plot)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-03-11 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
They did, in the past. In the era I was born most of the conquering was pretty much finished, the countries established. Then the world ended and now we've got one village in our country and an island village not that far away. Beyond that, as far as I know the world is empty.

[ He hums, considering his words a moment. ]

Poseidon? Ah...in the myths, certainly. But those myths originated sometime around 3000 BCE, it was 2003 AD when I was born. Well over five thousand years after that time period. Whatever influence the Greek gods may have had isn't...really a thing in my time.
foxyou: (wh)

[personal profile] foxyou 2021-03-11 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Most things can't be gained without a little work--"

Aaaand suddenly the spider woman is touching his ear. It attempts to flick in protest, while the rest of the body it's attached to freezes up for a second at the unexpected invasion of personal space. That feels weird!?

He'll back away once he unfreezes, a backstep as hurried as if he'd just stepped into a room full of walking killer fish and would like to step back out as soon as possible...
stopstaring: (pic#7997413)

[personal profile] stopstaring 2021-03-11 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
He says it's real and she can't help looking over her shoulder back toward the direction of the screen again. Next time, she'll have to get closer to it to touch it. But maybe that isn't what he means when he says 'real.' It looks like a moving painting to her.

As Tidus begins to explain, her attention focuses on him intently. To watch a dance over and over again... To catch Inigo in a dance and have it to watch it whenever she pleases... She prods at her chin thoughtfully, undeniably pleased by the idea.

"O-oh, I don't think I'd like that," she laughs a little nervously. "But maybe we can convince Inigo to do so! I'd love to see him dance on a big... screen like that." That's what it's called, right? A screen? She doesn't quite understand, but the idea of Inigo having something that lifts his confidence seems like a positive to her.

Never mind that she could use that herself.
stopstaring: (pic#7997421)

[personal profile] stopstaring 2021-03-11 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[She knows that's not exactly true. There have likely been more than a few people who didn't exactly favour her... demeanour. No matter how nice someone is, they're bound to make enemies, usually without even trying. No way to please everyone, but that never stops Olivia from trying.

Her head tilts and after a moment's thought she shakes her head.]


I don't think I'd like that very much. I don't think arrogance looks very good on me.

[Then she motions over to him with a smile, more than happy to turn things around on him.] Shouldn't you be saying the same thing to yourself? [Because it's one thing for her to have confidence issues. It's quite another for her son to have them. She'd do anything to ensure he has a better outlook on himself, but she can't force it either. Maybe they both need a little assistance in that department.]
stopstaring: (pic#7502412)

[personal profile] stopstaring 2021-03-11 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Er—

[She is. She simply doesn't want to say so, so openly. It's not like it's an actual secret, but if she talks about it, others might decide they want to watch her dance. And well...

Olivia is a strange girl. Prone to stage fright, but at the same time, an entirely different person when lost in her world of dance. Night and day.]


That... sounds like interesting kinds of dance. I don't know how I'd dance in a-anything like that. [But she's already said that, has't she?] But... uhm. You're r-right. I'm sure I'll learn a lot about... other worlds here.
tactlesstantei: (thinking)

[personal profile] tactlesstantei 2021-03-11 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
So you get visions of stuff, huh? [She doesn't quite get how visions of the future works, so she just chalks it up to 'magic at work' and moves on. Only way she can make sense of it.]

If you can't change what happens, it's probably rough sometimes then? If you see something bad? [If that's true, then she doesn't envy him. Seeing something in the future and being unable to stop it has to suck if it happens.]
luckydragonsfoot: (stare sadly into the middle distance-)

[personal profile] luckydragonsfoot 2021-03-11 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah pr'tty much! An'...yeah, y' got it in one, [he adds, a hoarse swallow coming alongside that part.] I mean t' be fair normally it's all vague crap- like two seconds 'f somethin, or a sound, tha' sorta thing. If I'm dreamin' it, it's liable t' be mixed in with real weird stuff too, [Katsuya remarks.]

But...yeah. ...There's been a few times where it's been a bit more t' th' point, [he mutters, a bit pale.]
flatteries: (if there's a hole in your heart)

[personal profile] flatteries 2021-03-11 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Me?

[ NOPE. No way! He's going to resist this attempt at having this all flipped around on him as well as he can. Even if it means denying things he said or implied only a few moments ago. No one said Inigo was smart, okay.

Which is why he just laughs now. ]


Hey, I already tell myself that plenty! I know all about my good sides! [ There has never been a bolder lie in the history of humanity. ] There's no need for you to worry about me whatsoever.

[ Says the guy who cried on her literally just now. ]
agathokakological: Facepalm ([073])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-03-11 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have all the documentation you need to live here," Crowley offers as a sort of silver lining. "Not that we have dark hours or what not. And there are other downsides, but, ehhh."
agathokakological: ngk. ([168])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-03-11 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley will never admit to liking the thing, so he just wobbles his head in a weird non-answering way.

"What do you think I should do? Throw it into the void?" he asks. He'd feel bad about doing that, really, not just because it's a living thing, but because he's pretty sure Alice likes it, and he could never upset her.
controlsthedie: screenshot of Thanatos talking with Zagreus at the balcony (I'm not asking for much)

[personal profile] controlsthedie 2021-03-12 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thanatos's fingers curl around Zagreus's so easily without any conscious thought. He notices his heart (usually so still) thump once, twice. It's times like this that Thanatos feels like they are two sides of the same weaving, somehow one and the same. Like how they should have been before everything started falling apart, fraying. Although, feeling that makes the distance between them--time and understanding--all the more painful and confusing. ]

You're not alone. And there's nothing to stop me from helping you here. No work on the surface calling me away.

[ But the sentiments are ruined by Zagreus talking about his singed clothing. Thanatos gives a light scoff that sounds like "You're ridiculous." But the spell has been accidentally broken. Break's over, back to business. Thanatos is thinking more about helping Zagreus settle than the mystery between the two of them. He straightens up, no longer resting his head on Zagreus's. His hand remains linked with his for the time being. ]

There should be more in your bag, but I ordered my clothing from home. It should be in one of the packages delivered. I can give you some of the ones I was issued until you get replacements. There's also a spider who will make some clothing for you in exchange for a snack.
theturksway: (066.)

[personal profile] theturksway 2021-03-12 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Reno looked at the case for the Hellion III game and read a bit about it, mostly to check that it was indeed a two player game. It was and despite the fact that he had no idea what he was getting himself into he was content with that fact alone.

"Yep, looks good enough for me. Want a partner?" He waggled the game case a little in his hand, offering to play it with her.
theturksway: (150.)

[personal profile] theturksway 2021-03-12 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course he had to say it like that, he was a punk! He couldn't help himself, really. Besides, she made it too easy.

He grinned cheekily at her reply. He was enjoying this too much.]


Don't worry your pretty little head. I can handle whatever you throw at me, little missy. I'll take you on.
adregem: (just looking around~)

[personal profile] adregem 2021-03-12 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He pauses, putting his back to the wall to give a couple of people room to pass by them. Though he doesn't make to walk so soon, opting to offer Olivia an encouraging smile, a look thrown over his shoulder.]

I'm sure you'll excel in it just as you would the dance style you're more familiar with. [ Such is the natural progression of people who have very specific passions, after all! ] I look forward to seeing you perform one of these days. Heh.
gentle_jim: (pout)

[personal profile] gentle_jim 2021-03-12 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Could be. Sounds like they're just messing around. Explains your hostile attitude around me though."
gentle_jim: (smug)

[personal profile] gentle_jim 2021-03-12 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh huh. Sounds like you got a lot of talents," Jack drawls, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. He knows a mercenary when he sees one. Interesting that this guy isn't prepared to admit it straight out yet.

He can't help but preen at the attention. "I'm a multi-talented guy myself. Coding, weapons design, running a multi-million dollar weapons manufacturing company. Y'know." Is he bragging? Hell yeah, he is.
gentle_jim: (squint)

[personal profile] gentle_jim 2021-03-12 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's a crazy bitch. If you knew her, you'd know why I tried to kick your ass," Jack growls. Is he going to apologize for it? Of course not.

"Name's Jack. So, what's your deal, anyway?" he asks, more interested now in how she hit him so hard.
adregem: (that's my boy.)

[personal profile] adregem 2021-03-12 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The fun ladle is for soup, dear boy, please!!

But the fun to be had is definitely not in the scooping portion, but in the magic Inigo notices coming out of the machine. It's not something he'll correct him on either, because as Roland peers at the movement of floss sugar heating up slowly, a transform indeed does occur. His smile grows wide, a hand on his hip as his eyes stare at the formation of strings gently wisping like silken threads against the plastic basin. The smell is fruity, wafting in the air like a warm cake being baked in an oven...only it's not and this is sugar straight out of the cookery.

"Wait for the spun sugar strings to get thicker. When you see them form," He suddenly points at a clump taking shape like a cloud. "Like that! Take this-" Roland reaches for the paper cones that came with the set, and hands one to Inigo, one for himself to help show him what to do. "And follow my lead."

The wide end of the paper cone is slowly lowered at an angle against the concave of the cotton candy machine. The strings accumulate around it, and with a gentle twist of his own wrist, he starts moving in the same clockwise pattern as the spinning threads in pink fluff. He does just enough to create a small tuft of cotton candy, which he then blows on and eats in one go, disappearing as it melts immediately in his mouth.

Ta-da.

"Now you try, pup."
gentle_jim: (oh yeah?)

[personal profile] gentle_jim 2021-03-12 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good answer," Jack chuckles, noting the verbal pause in that sentence.

"'Course anything's better than what the train sticks you in when you first get here." His eyes flick back to the inside of the train. "No offense, sweetheart."
longforgottenpromise: (smiles)

[personal profile] longforgottenpromise 2021-03-12 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay."

It was a painting date. Them, their friends, and probably whoever else Tidus decided to drag into things once he learned about it.

He smiled from where he was wrapped in the oversized coat, glad for the warmth both of the coat and Roland's friendship.
swansongs: (That I should really stick)

[personal profile] swansongs 2021-03-12 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh! Yeah, I'd be totally down for that." Especially since everyone else he'd offered to teach weren't even on the train anymore. Or there were...different versions of them. "It's kind of hard to have hobbies in this place, isn't it?" But at least there was still music.

"Also you say that, that it's easy, but you haven't tried to teach me anything yet." He was joking, but he did slightly doubt his own ability to pick up new skills easily or learn how to use things.