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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!
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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I thought that might be the case. I'm Ryo - what's your name?
[His satchel has been hanging off one of the cupboard handles - he retrieves it, opens it, and removes several small containers on the counter, then fetches a mug.]
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I'm Ken. It's good to meet you. ... Do you know why they put us on some teams rather than others?
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It's nice to meet you too, and...I don't. The people who've been here a bit longer might have some idea.
[He measures out dried herbs from the containers and dumps them into the mug, eyeing one container critically before closing them all back up and replacing them in the bag. He's running low; it's a good thing he got those seeds this morning.]
Red team has some good people on it, though, if you're worried about that.
[He might be a little biased there.]
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... It’s not my team. My team is at home. This isn’t fair.
[He wants them back. It’s already lonely without them.]
This is... I live in a city but this is a lot more people than I’m used to interacting with. I mostly stay out of the way at home...
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I know. None of us asked to be here, and we all have people we miss back home.
For what it's worth, people here tend to be kind. If you need something, or want help, all you have to do is ask.
[Admittedly, he's still working on that a bit himself. Do as he says, etc.]
And if you need time alone, the quiet car has individual rooms you can use.
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... No one does things for free. I don't know what any of you want from me...
[The mask suddenly drops, his fight now nearly completely dragged out of him. He struggles to keep it up, but he's...]
[He's so tired.]
I'll believe other people are nice when I see it.
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[It chills him, though, to hear someone so young express what Ryo himself had lived through - where he would have been were it not for his brother and uncle. He's quiet when he speaks again.]
It's hard to believe in kindness when nobody ever shows you any, isn't it.
[The kettle whistles, giving him a short respite, and he takes it off the stove, pouring the water in the mug and putting the kettle back on a cool part of the stove. It'll be a few minutes yet before that's ready.]
As far as I can tell, the only one who wants anything from us is the train - it takes us to worlds that have asked for help so we can give them the help they need, and it provides for us in turn. But as far as people go... [He shrugs.] We take care of each other. It might sound hard to believe, but that's generally how it works.
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[He looks up to meet Ryo's gaze.It's steady, though there's something exhausted behind his eyes, making him look much older than he is.]
Most people just treat me like I'm a kid. I'm not.
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You started young.
[It's not a question, nor is it condemnation - Ryo also started young, though not by choice.]
No one here is going to replace your team, and no one is going to try. But your team isn't here. Some of them might show up next platform, but that's not for another two weeks, and even then there's no guarantee.
I know it's not the same, but working with people here is better than trying to go it alone.
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[Kind of a different scale. But next platform, huh...]
... People here are just going to treat me like a kid. Don't lie, you thought I was 'just a kid' when you first saw me, right?
[The words would be more venomous if he wasn't so exhausted. He's lost track of how long he's been up - it's got to be close to 24 at this point.]
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[Ryo has to take a moment and put that thought away. The kid is young; he's not feeling well; he's been through a lot, even before the train; and arriving here at all is stressful. This is just how he's reacting.]
[That said, Ryo is not in the habit of putting himself in a position to be attacked, and that question is nothing if not a trap-]
[If the question is wrong, don't bother answering it. Just take it apart.]
[...right. His tone is steady and even - no accusations here, but he's also not going to let himself get pushed into a corner.]
There's no right answer to that question, is there. If I say no, you'll call me a liar; if I say yes, you'll get angry. What exactly do you want me to do here?
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[His shoulders sag and he buries himself in his jacket hood.]
I... I guess that wasn't fair... I'm just so used to people thinking I don't know anything because I'm young and... that I don't understand the way things work. But I... I'm smart enough to be able to fight and plan and I know how bad the world can be.
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[So he stays where he is, waiting for the tea to steep and the bread to cool. Those should help, at least.]
Most people on this train are more than they seem at first glance. Anyone who's been here for more than a week or two should know not to judge on appearance alone. With any luck, you won't run into much of that.
[And then, as if to illustrate his point:]
Also, at least one of the cats can talk, so don't be surprised when that happens.
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[You know what. Sure.]
Okay.
... I don't... know what to do. I should be back helping the others. I -
[He looks away and hunches his shoulders.]
... No I... shouldn't.
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[There's a story there - something that would make this all make sense, that Ryo isn't privy to. Given how prickly Ken has been during this conversation, he likely wouldn't appreciate an attempt to dig, so Ryo takes a slightly more practical approach instead.]
What you should do is take your tea once it's ready and find a place to rest - either in the quiet car or in your room. You won't be able to help anyone if you're sick yourself.
And...don't beat yourself up about what you left at home. Coming here wasn't your choice to begin with - you can't blame yourself.
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[Crap, what a mess...]
I've been to my room. It's small.. and at least one of my roommates is an adult.
[A slightly less stupid-sounding adult, but... he can't trust what the guy says.]
So... maybe the quiet car?
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If you want to talk about it, I'm here. If not, that's fine.
And the booths in the quiet car lock from the inside. You should have some privacy in there.
cw: explicit discussion of murder and suicide
[This guy seems... nice enough. And he's already established that he can be taken as seriously as an adult.]
[He can feel his resolve breaking. It's been too much.]
... I tried to kill someone today. And then they got killed in front of me and protected me. ... And I didn't expect to make it out of that night alive.
[He'll see how this guy reacts to that.]
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[Ryo just...stops where he is for a moment, by the counter, looking down at a mug of tea that still isn't quite ready.]
[Ken had...tried to kill someone. Possibly planned to die in the process. And his intended victim died protecting him instead. And then he'd immediately wound up here...]
No wonder you feel ill.
[He doesn't have too much calm in him after that, but he has enough to keep that statement grounded.]
Have you had a chance to think about it at all? Since it happened?
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[Wait.]
I don't know what time it is now.
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[A beat.]
Do you think you can sleep, after that, or do you want to talk about it more?
[He doesn't know Ken well enough to recommend one or the other; hopefully Ken knows himself well enough to know what he needs.]
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[Can he sleep? He's honestly not sure. He doesn't feel safe in his room, surrounded by people he really doesn't know.]
... Hard to say. I don't... I mean... it's complicated...
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You don't have to decide right now. We can talk about something else until your tea is ready.
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[He hunches his shoulders a little.]
... Um. Uh. What's... what's your favorite color?
[That's a safe question, right?]
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Green. It's the color of growing things - it's been my favorite for a while.
[His magic is invisible, but he'd always imagined it to be that color. It's the color of life.]
What's yours?
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