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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!
thawed_pride: (Nort-Well this is going poorly.)

[personal profile] thawed_pride 2021-02-06 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"The reverse, actually. Shadows are the most common form of Heartless, present in every world the foul creatures have infested."

After all, they were the natural form the darkness of an average heart took, without the involvement of an Emblem Heartless.
miseris_socios: (Default)

[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-02-06 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"... I think we might be talking about different things. The weaker shadows look like blobs and wear weird masks."

If something called 'Heartless' were that common, he'd probably know that type of Shadow.
deage: (no escape)

[personal profile] deage 2021-02-06 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Your brother is Dai? [ YOUR BROTHER WAS DATING HAIBARA'S SISTER???

Sorry, Haibara wasn't supposed to be the one receiving revelations here. GIVE HER A MOMENT. ]
tactlesstantei: (disgust)

[personal profile] tactlesstantei 2021-02-06 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
I guess? He wasn’t in contact most of the time, so I had no idea he was infiltrating that organization!

[She didn’t even know he was dating anyone, let alone your sister, Haibara!]

What was Vermouth even doing disguised as him!
Edited 2021-02-06 02:41 (UTC)
hisblueskies: Blond boy smiles, hand in fist over heart. (Affirming Oath)

[personal profile] hisblueskies 2021-02-06 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Ahhh." That did make sense. Why does time cause so many headaches?

Time for a subject change!

"Sounds like it'd be easier to play on a world instead of the train, even if we get a pool car." Which is a shame!

Alfredo nods, then starts moving about Luggage in search of those brown-paper-wrapped book-sized packages, looking for Tidus' name.
unfavorableinstigation: Nita looking right, holding a book. (I'm In The Book)

[personal profile] unfavorableinstigation 2021-02-06 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"So it's just a feature of the armor, not something you direct," Nita concludes, though she doesn't sound certain.

"And yeah; if you can't make it so there isn't a rocket, you'd need at least a shield on you against that sort of thing."

Perhaps worryingly, it sounds like Nita is speaking from experience. Not rockets, true, but other destructive things.
unfavorableinstigation: Nita looking right, holding a book. (I'm In The Book)

[personal profile] unfavorableinstigation 2021-02-06 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Nita's first response is a quirk of the eyebrows, her lips pressed into a smile.

"Not gonna doubt that."

But the question catches her off-guard, and it takes her a minute to think about it.

"For getting everyone who wants to home? Yeah, absolutely. ... Not sure what I'd want it for outside of that, though. I'm used to worldgates, if I have to go that far out of my neighborhood. Or teleportation wizardries."

Then there was, well. What did it mean to be a voidcraft pilot? Or take? ... Maybe those questions should be the other way round.
Edited 2021-02-06 02:16 (UTC)
bakegarasu: (grim stare)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2021-02-06 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I can control my sword to spin it fast enough to act as a shield, but I've been hit by some pretty nasty blasts in that thing with no injuries that I know of." Occasionally, lack of pain registration is a bitch.
wizard_redfive: (Discovery)

[personal profile] wizard_redfive 2021-02-06 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" Dairine exclaims at the sight of the egg, leaning down a little so it's closer to eye level.

This is much better than a spell!

"What's it gonna be?"
unfavorableinstigation: Nita looking directly at the viewer, mouth slightly open, as if she's in the middle of an important or unamused expression. (Focused)

[personal profile] unfavorableinstigation 2021-02-06 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
...

Nita just can't be surprised by these things anymore, can she. Oh yes, she can.

"That is a good trick. ... Not sure if I saw anything remaining that would have been a blast wound, though."

Referring back to last month.
bakegarasu: (i hear you)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2021-02-06 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, no. The blast wounds I have are less 'blast wounds' and 'magically reattached limb scars'." He taps his left shoulder and brushes back the hair behind his left ear as he turns to reveal some scarring along where it connects to his head.
nutkrusher: (Formalwear)

[personal profile] nutkrusher 2021-02-06 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"You can try it on in your own room if you'd like," Cassie says. "But I already know you'll look good in it."

She wraps her own arms around him, caressing his back.
light_of_willpower: (long-hair looking down blush)

[personal profile] light_of_willpower 2021-02-06 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I would, thank you. And again, you're going to give me a swelled ego." But he wasn't blushing at least, and was trying to tease back. "I could wear a paper bag, and you'd probably think I look good."

Now he blushed though, and ducked his head. "Mostly because that's about how I feel about you." She could wear a paper bag, and look good, in his eyes.
deferences: dns (♪ fixated)

wildcard; library

[personal profile] deferences 2021-02-06 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
The library has to be one of Lan Sizhui's favorite spots to escape to; it's quiet, usually not too full, and it has these snazzy beanbag chairs for lounging on.

Which is exactly what he's doing whenever he hears the door open, one book in hand and another in his lap, spread out over his crisscrossed legs. He blinks once, twice, glances up from what he's got in hand, fingers splayed across the pages in his lap to keep his place while he examines the newcomer. Slowly, the faintest smile curves his mouth at the edges and he dips his head in greeting.

“Hello,” comes softly afterward then he lowers the book he's holding, neatly sets its spine in-between the other novel so he can hold them both one-handedly instead. The person before him must be new, since he's never seen them before, though he makes no mention of it as he asks, “Do you need help finding anything?”
bodyoftheseus: (resting bitch face)

sorry he's cagey

[personal profile] bodyoftheseus 2021-02-06 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
V, for his part, is colder than he'd ever let on. He was from California and when the weather generally didn't dip below 60 during the day? This was a new form of torture, even if he was unwilling to let others see. So, for the most part, he was standing to the side with his arms crossed, similarly reserved, though he was a new face.

His calm demeanor only shifted as a notification sprung before his eyes: someone
had sent out a connection query. They weren't trying to force their way in, but that anyone was querying was a surprise. He wasn't sure if this surprise was pleasant or not. His scanner came on and he looked over people on the platform, trying to figure out the source. There were a few newcomers that piqued his interest, but it was the man that held himself away from the rest that captured his attention.

He sent back a small empty packet in response just to send a response, staring directly at the man to see if it was actually him that had sent the query. He was standing up straight, his body language clearly showing a curious interest though his face was analytical and neutral.
controlsthedie: game art of Thanatos default conversation picture (But the other saying I like so much more)

[personal profile] controlsthedie 2021-02-06 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Silence doesn't bother Thanatos. He's used to being with his thoughts, but right now, he's trying not to. He'll think about what he just learned, and he can't go down that path again. However, that doesn't help him figure out what to say, merely give him more motivation to say something.

"Out of the four of us here, Natsuno has been here the longest. Soldat and I arrived at the last platform."
nutkrusher: (I Heart You)

[personal profile] nutkrusher 2021-02-06 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Cassie's expression, already quite luminous, still visibly brightens. She kisses him.

"Well, looks we've each got a reference from one other pretty person. That's gotta be worth something, right?"
unfavorableinstigation: Nita looking right, holding a book. (I'm In The Book)

[personal profile] unfavorableinstigation 2021-02-06 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Nita winces, but doesn't overtly comment on them this time. Those scars had been stubborn, last she recalls.

"Surprised your skull's held up so well under all that... though I'd think bones are less easily targetable than joints."

Maybe being a Karas helped on that level after all?
bakegarasu: (who's that rapping at my chamber door?)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2021-02-06 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
"It was an energy blast for that one rather than a bullet or some other projectile." He drops his hair and turns back. "I wasn't able to be in armor at that time for... complicated reasons?" Probably complicated? He's not sure.
wizard_redfive: (Brat)

Library

[personal profile] wizard_redfive 2021-02-06 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Dairine likes hanging out in the library, even if she prefers more solitary places to read. The selection is still not as impressive as Paradisa's library, but it's better than nothing.

After dropping off the books she borrowed last week, she was browsing the shelves for a new selection. However, her attention is quickly drawn to the floating tech, then to the person working on it.

"Is that what I think it is?" she says a might smugly as she approaches Nita's friend.
pleple: (Turning us into fire)

[personal profile] pleple 2021-02-06 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
...I dunno, I haven't done anything like that to Madoka yet...

[ Squinting at Della. ]
pleple: (srw gives us a smile)

[personal profile] pleple 2021-02-06 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
A handshake is nice and human. Ple Two has quite a solid grip for a child, too. "...I'm glad to hear it." Strange birds of a strange feather. She's met such an incredible variety of people here, and Guri is among the most immediately interesting.
blitzcheer: (we go in circles)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2021-02-06 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"So you prefer good ol' wizardry, huh." There's a tinge of humour in that, a pause before he goes on.

"Guess I was just wondering. Platform stops make you think a lot of things - or they're just hard." That was true, too. "Inigo doesn't like going out on them anymore. And lil' Romeo had a tough one today too."

He turns his head, looking at her, voice dropping a notch.

"What's it been for you?"
forleaving: (008)

[personal profile] forleaving 2021-02-06 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded while he listened. Avocado and eggs sounded like a weird combination, but he wouldn't say it was bad until he'd tried it at some point.

"Tomatoes are pretty good. Also, it sounds like you enjoy cooking," he said. Adam hadn't gotten many chances to cook himself, but he'd eventually add it to his list of skills if he had any say in the matter.
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[personal profile] stopstaring 2021-02-06 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Olivia frowns, but it's more likely that she's probably been frowning this entire time. Everything's unfamiliar. Everything catches her by surprise. She doesn't have anyone from home she can lean on. It's not a fun situation.

She must do her best. She clears her throat and when he offers her the pen and journal, Olivia simply stares at it.]


Uhm... Well...

[For many breaths, she simply holds his items and it becomes relatively clear somewhat quickly that she has no idea how to actually do this. Probably because Olivia tried her very best not to stare at any of the Shepherds much.]

I don't think I know what it looks like well enough to... to share it. I'd know if I s-saw it, though. S-sorry.

His name, though. Lord Chrom? If you know it...