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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!
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-02-03 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley will never judge anything like a child's knowledge of games, particularly anything with a stigma. They are a demon, after all.

"Well then!" They exclaim, their shuffling halting for a moment. "Which would you like to play?"

Crowley nods to the seat beside them, hoping that's enough to encourage the kid to take a seat.
miseris_socios: (heya)

[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-02-03 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well, they don't have chips, so betting games are out... better to play the kid-friendly one. "Might as well play Go Fish." He sits down and eyes the... person? He's not sure of their gender. He set shis bag down and takes a minute to wiggle out of the red hoodie the train stuck him in.

"I'm Ken. What's your name?"
miseris_socios: (not so innocent)

Dining Car

[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-02-03 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ken wanders through with a sandwich in his hand and pauses, before carefully trying to look over Senku's shoulder to see what it is he's reading. He's already bored and he's curious, don't blame him.
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[personal profile] yondu 2021-02-03 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
He feels his face, thinking of all these times he was hit in it. Just bruised up. It's hard to tell, they're just shades of green to his blue and a little hard to pick out. He rubs his lip, busted on the inside, and draws his thumb back to note that there's no more blackberry colored blood showing up there even if it's still tender. The creeping cold he'd felt, the air rushing out of his lungs, that's gone.

"Can y'all even treat Centaurians? I think all that's left is I'm just roughed up a little. What was happenin' before I showed up- All that don't seem to be a thing right now."
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[personal profile] bakegarasu 2021-02-03 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
He nods and picks through the books idly. He's nto sure what he's looking for - or even at, in some cases - but it's at least something to do other than stand there and stare awkwardly. That makes most people uncomfortable.
thawed_pride: (Nort-Well this is going poorly.)

[personal profile] thawed_pride 2021-02-03 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Some worlds are closer to the darkness than others..."

He sits down too, unconcerned about the cold of the ice seeping through his pants.

"But one must remember that light exists even in the deepest darkness, you simply need to search for it. It may be disheartening to pursue a guiding beacon, only to discover it to be a mere illusion, but vigilance oughtn't come at the expense of hope. And on that note, I would rather like to meet these people who offered false compassion...I have quite a few things to say to them."
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[personal profile] xue_yang 2021-02-03 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Both. Some of us wouldn't be breathing if the train didn't bring us here." He still keeps his distance. Even though he knows the man isn't armed that doesn't mean he shouldn't be a little careful. A lot of people have wanted his head the minute they saw him.

"Not that this is a completely safe place. Death still happens but it's really rather amusing because it isn't permanent in this place."

Says the man that has killed once and died himself once since being on the train.
thawed_pride: (Nort-Why am I still here?)

[personal profile] thawed_pride 2021-02-03 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"And it was worthwhile, if you would rather prepare to face something similar than to flee."

He expected Demyx would have some sort of justification for how he didn't see a choice, rather than acknowledge the bravery of being ready to fight if needed. Still, it was worth note...and maybe it would get the young man thinking about it, in the long run.

"It sounds as though I should save my hi-ethers for an emergency, in that case. Until such a time as I can easily replenish my stock, I must assume that using them for convenience may leave me in a bind should I find my magic taxed in combat."
miseris_socios: (blankly)

[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-02-03 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"The only hope I had was revenge and then nothingness. And I got that option taken away from me." Well, the first one. Technically the second is still an option, but there's no point now. But what point is there to go on after two years of seeking revenge?

... Never mind. It's not your problem." He suddenly feels very small and still very cold, just inside his chest.

"The Kirjio Group is to blame for a lot of this... if they hadn't messed with things the others would never have been hurt."
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[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-02-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"It's probably on the sweet side, the recipe I have is meant for Gen's tastebuds." Senku explained and then when he was done, he vanished the machine and unscrewed the bottle.

He poured some into a cup and brought it over. "See if you like that."
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[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-02-03 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
He was a bit startled by the sudden presence and he leaned away from Ken, although he dind't move the book.

"Hi." He greeted, glancing at him. What was on the pages themselves was a series of very complex mathematical formulas.
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[personal profile] melodiouspacifist 2021-02-03 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not like I went looking for a fight." Demyx said with a bit of a half shrug. "And it turned out fine, it's not like they had magic or anything." They hadn't been a challenge, but what if something did pose a challenge?

"Then I got sucked into this, I dunno, other world and didn't have my powers at all."
miseris_socios: (heya)

[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-02-03 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, ew. He steps away. "... Hi." Innocent kid, innocent kid... "I was just curious. Sorry about being rude..." Not like he can understand what the hell that says, anyway.
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[personal profile] melodiouspacifist 2021-02-03 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Whoa, that's gonna be great!" Demyx said, smiling a little, kind of on the excited side. "Then I can play music whenever I want."

Which, admittedly, would likely be all the time.
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[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-02-03 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Mhm. My team leader at home has a music player, but I've never had one, myself. It always seemed relaly cool, though. ... But there's a lot of music on here that I don't know."
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[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-02-03 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"It's fine." Senku waved him off. "It's not that, I just don't like being touched." He explained, turning a page.

"It's a book about magic."
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[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-02-03 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't really like it, either." Most people aren't trustworthy, anyway. "... Oh. You can do magic? That's really cool..."
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-02-03 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Go fish it is," the demon replies, beginning to deal them each a pile of cards, one by one. They set Ken's facedown on the table while he gets settled, nodding in response to the introduction.

"Crowley." they respond frankly. They could have gone by their other pseudonyms, but there's not much point in that when your name is on a passenger roster.
10billionpercent: (Satisfied)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-02-03 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
That was fair enough, it was good to define boundaries anyway.

"Not at all, actually, I've been trying to find a way to learn for months so I can understand it better." He smiled. "This book is about using mathematics to create magic."
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[personal profile] nutkrusher 2021-02-03 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Whatever the fuck you want it to mean," Cassie says. "Do they not cuss in your universe?"
seacub: (AND NOW A PIPE TOO??)

[personal profile] seacub 2021-02-03 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Woah..."

That is definitely awe.

Now, the train. "I'm not actually sure- and we can't really ask anyone who would know either... ...it might be something we have to keep in mind to ask some other day," he determines in the end- maybe they'll find another refugee from that planet, who knows. Chances are slim, but hey.

Let the walk begin. For the most part, the train carriages have a similar format; a hall at the one side, and the carriage's room itself on the other. First one up- the Gym. Next- medical. There's stairs near the exit door into the next carriage as they go, notably- "Most of the carriages are about the same size...it makes things a little weird? Like, the gym is pretty long, but it's not really wide either. And then a lot of them have a second floor too..." Medical's pretty far from the other end though...
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Re: Luggage Car

[personal profile] nutkrusher 2021-02-03 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"A few things," Cassie says. "A reload on my makeup and hair stuff. Random outfit that I'm not quite sure about."

Her smile widens.

"And a couple things for whenever we decide to have our next big date. One of 'em's for you."

Cassie gestures toward the case with his name on it.
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[personal profile] seacub 2021-02-03 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I...guess it makes sense-" Wait.

"Wait- all of you have the same thing?!" This is less surprising than the dog having a persona.
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[personal profile] theimpatientone 2021-02-03 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh. As though that's really better.

But Senku isn't the one to complain about that too. There's time for that in the future. Merwen picks up her rucksack again, takes a deep breath. "Thank you for speaking with me. I wish you well, and I'm sure we will share speech again soon."
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[personal profile] theimpatientone 2021-02-03 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a clickfly."

Merwen extends her arm to show her; the bug turns in her palm to look at Persephone, mandibles clicking away. "They make their nests on our rafts, and we lifeshape them to hold information in their chromosomes, and to spin words in their web when we wish to read them. The poor thing is away from her hive, but I suppose I am, too."