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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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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...
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Chrom?
[ Though it comes as a question, it can't be more obvious that Roland recognizes it, more than the woman might realize. He swallows quickly before speaking again. ]
You're from Ylisse?
[ In a person's life, there will always be instances where ones intuition rings a loud alarm to alert you that the feeling in your gut is worth chasing. That it's trying to tell you something, even in the senses engaged with the way the woman looks and talks and feels like all she wants to do is shrink away and never be seen. Roland, for once, follows this sense without question. The only thing to be said is that even in the steadily increased beat of his heart, he is still calm and collected outwardly. ]
I...know of him. [ He asks for the journal and the pen back with open hands, and as soon as they're returned to him, he draws precisely the Brand - not a tattoo - but the symbol of those chosen by Naga. Those in the royal line. A mark that he has seen over and over again, staring into a particular somebody's eyes on almost every given occasion they meet. But what could she be...?
He shows this to her, holding up the book by the bottom page. ] He has the Brand on his shoulder, correct? This one?
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He knows Chrom. And Ylisse. But how? It's possible that he's from Ylisse, but if that's true, he wasn't a member of the Shepherds.
Olivia is momentarily surprised by the shocking amount of information that he's giving her in so few words. She watches the way he scribbles down the very marking that is in startling comparison to the one drawn over Chrom's shoulder. She hasn't spent a lot of time looking at it, or at least that's what she'll say, but it's undeniably the very same.
She nods quickly.]
Y-yes, that's right! [Momentarily, her concerns float away in light of this new discovery.] How did you know him? [Although he says 'of' him, which means he doesn't know Chrom specifically, but had heard about him. Which means there's someone from Ylisse here. Or at least there was once upon a time.]
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But where is this reluctance coming from? What is this?
Her screech, though. Her mannerisms. The way she doesn't want to draw even a sliver of attention to herself despite seeing the train and reacting the way that she did. It compels him to slowly close the book, tucking it under his arm, before going the safe route. He was never one for jumping the gun, despite what his burning intuition is telling him otherwise. ]
Somebody told me about him, once. [ Which isn't a lie. It did happen in the past. Inigo spoke of his birth father, the line of which he descends, the burden of his blood. Roland smiles cordially, bowing slightly instead of offering his hand to shake. ] Ah, I'm sorry. I think I'm getting ahead of myself. This is the Voidtrecker Express, a vehicle that takes us to other worlds in order to save them from destruction. My name is Roland Crane, a passenger just like you. It's a pleasure to meet you...?
[ His heart is pounding. He doesn't understand it, but he isn't one to shy away from honed sixth senses either. So he waits, wonders if she will introduce herself, and if that will help lift this strange thrum in the pit of his stomach like a premonition waiting to unfold. ]
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Chrom is not here. Chrom never was here. But someone who knows him was. Or is. Logical deduction tells her all of that. Olivia takes his hand with a certain kind of demure demeanour.]
I'm O-Olivia. [She manages to get her name out with a short little nod.] Sorry for all of the questions. [Roland Crane. She'll have to remember it. She doubts she'd forget it. 'Roland' sounds kind of fancy, after all. She would have believed it if he'd said he was a friend of Chrom's, at that.]
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'Of course. Because the train would do something like this, wouldn't it?'
The only saving grace in the chaos of his whirring thoughts is that Roland has years of experience to fall back on, perfecting the precise look exactly when it matters. He can betray his strongest feelings with an outward expression of calm, of seriousness that comes to him as naturally as breathing. Which is what he taps into now, hearing her name and matching both face and demeanor to memory.
'I have to speak to Inigo, now.' But she can't know. She can't know because Roland doesn't understand how time works in the plan hatched by the kids of their future. All he knows is that Inigo made the leap back to save the past, thereby destroying the reality he was born in sometime after. But Roland doesn't know details, and he's unsure if his knowledge of these events may retroactively change not only Inigo's own birth, or worse, Olivia's role in the story of their halidom. The instinct is strong though, that it takes effort to hold back. To stop himself from reassuring the panicked woman before him that all will be well, and that someone who loves her very much is here, no matter what. No matter what the train throws their way, she will have her Inigo by her side.
Dammit. He has to get back to the train to leave him a message. But first thing's first.
Roland hesitates for only a second and a half before he speaks again, more hushed than he started off with, as if appealing to Olivia despite only just having met her. The smile on his youthful face is strained just enough to alert Olivia that Roland may know more than he lets on, but that he's not panicking one bit regardless. ]
Olivia. [ He repeats nicely. ] As I mentioned earlier, welcome aboard the Voidtrecker Express. [ Roland pauses again, testing the words as they rest on his tongue. She even apologizes like him too. Heh. ] Please don't apologize for the questions. This is an unusual circumstance you were brought into, and I promise I will do my best to assist and answer what I can.
[ He takes a half-step forward, but stops right away, before looking back at the hunking machine parked behind them. The entrance only a few feet away. Roland returns his attentions to her. ] I know you may not have reason to trust me right now, but I hope I can appeal to you. Nobody on this train is here to hurt you. We're all teammates here, friends. [ His smile softens, losing some of the edge. ] Right now though, there's nothing for us out here in the cold. Do you mind if we resume our conversation inside? It's much warmer, and I can explain things better through demonstration.
[ Like the terminal he desperately needs to use...But this is hitting two birds with one stone. He hopes he can ease her fright, just as much as he's itching to tell Inigo some version of his mother has just arrived on the train. ]
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And after those same breaths, it disappears the moment he finds his voice again.
She is not fully reassured by his words. Of course she isn't. Olivia in the face of all of her wariness can't just eat up everything fed to her by the people here. Even if they had ill intentions, it's not like they'd be honest about them. Well, probably not. It'd take a particularly arrogant individual to be so open about ulterior motives.
Regardless, she offers him a subtle nod and clears her throat before she tries to pull together some courage to speak. She's had better conversations, she knows, but maybe he'll let it go in consideration of the circumstance. Olivia is not proud to have such a poor first impression.]
Uhm. That... That'd be f-fine.
[She offers a glance over her shoulder for some moments, something sombre remaining in her gaze.] Doesn't seem like I can go back h-home anytime soon anyway. [She can't even tell where Ylisse is from where they stand.]
Th-thanks for your help.
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[ In that sympathy at least, Roland honestly shares in her plight and her struggle. This is what makes platform days the most painful, apart from the risk of seeing beloved friends walk out of those barriers, with a higher chance of never quite meeting the same 'them' ever again. These people have been kidnapped, forced to play the role of hero without their consent. Every two weeks, Roland has to contend with meeting them at their worst, because who wouldn't be scared out of their wits? Or worried? Or sad? Who would ever take this against them? ]
I'll head in first. Please watch your step, Olivia.
[ Perhaps it is her inherent connection to someone Roland cares about that makes him do what he does before he even takes a single step unto the train. Her feelings on this whole thing can't be helped, they can't be changed and he doesn't want to when it's unnatural, but there is a push nagging at him to help, if not out of respect for Inigo's love and adoration for his mother. Whatever version of her Roland is speaking to. He turns around, back to Olivia, but there is another subtle flash of light covered by the width of his body. Accessing his hammerspace once more, he knows immediately to take out the well-crafted vines of flowers intertwined by the stems to create a floral gauntlet that once wrapped around his wrist just last mission. Inigo made it for him, under the guise of wanting to rest. The flowers are purple, petals delicate like paper. With equal gentleness, he plucks one out of its hold and returns the arrangement back into the depths of his Arms Band.
The remaining flower is what Roland offers to Olivia with a single hand outstretched. A peace offering. A prelude that she is in good hands, she is in good company, and that all will be well. Not now, not tomorrow, but one day.
He enters the train afterwards, waiting for her to follow as he lingers by the corridor. ]
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She nods when he finds his voice to continue and follows in after him, hands loosely clasped together as she tries to really take in her surroundings and the situation at hand. She is no tactician like Robin, and hardly combat oriented like Frederick. To her, a situation like this is...
Well. She has no idea how to handle it, really. If dancing isn't involved, she can't even claim to be particularly elegant. But at least she's not constantly shrieking all over the place. There are worse ways to go about all of this.
When Roland turns back to her and produces what she can only imagine is magic, he's left with... flowers. Pretty purple flowers. The one he offers to her she eyes for several moments before she reaches over wary and suspicious to accept it.
She doesn't know what it's meant to signify, but maybe it's tradition here. Something for newcomers.]
O-oh. Uhm. Thanks...
[Her gaze drops down onto it and she's gentle with it, a dusting of a fingertip along a petal with a balance that can only be called precarious.
The moments that follow after consist of her entering the train behind him and taking in her first real sights of the new 'world' she's come to.]
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Well. This is your new home for the time being. It's not much, but there's actually a lot here to explore. [ A beat. ] Maybe later, when you're settled in, of course. [ Now there's also the matter of getting Roland to an ICP to make an announcement, but before that, he's no cretin who rushes someone who looks ready to dart off at any second. He removes from his pant pocket a ticket, which he waves once in the air for emphasis. ]
Right now, that rucksack you came with is your best friend. Can you try and find your ticket? [ And he directs them to an empty table and bench; thankfully, they were able to enter the train through the Standard Car's single doorway. ] Oh, and check inside that bag too for an item from your world. We all came with one, it seems.
[ Roland smiles slightly. ] I usually ask newcomers to look for it first, so they have something familiar to hold on to while we give our welcome onboard speech. Heh.
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Somehow she manages to escape from it all, however. She can hear him and though she's listening, it's not all quite registering immediately. To be expected considering her situation. Olivia nods along all the same, because she is hearing him.
He asks about her ticket and it doesn't take her very long to emerge with it after tucking the flower he gifted her into her hair, just over the ear. She waves said ticket around for him to see and then once she's seated, she takes a moment to go through her rucksack.
...
Nothing. Which makes a little sense because her life is mostly music, which lives in her head and other stuff (like an oven) wouldn't have fit. So she closes it up and turns her gaze back onto him.]
I'm g-good. And listening.
[Just in case he wasn't sure.]
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Or, as he comes to the foregone conclusion, Olivia just seems to be this way naturally. She's trying to power through it though, and that's admirable enough to warrant Roland's silence on his musings. The inclination to shy away is there but look at her rummage through her belongings, listening to him, reassuring him. He also decides that he has to put a stop to comparing one over the other if he is to create a meaningful connection at all. Olivia is Olivia and he is seeing the outmost side of her that he begins to take as it is. But it also tugs at an instinct he has to look out for the people on this train, born from revelations of days gone past...Can she fight, he wonders? Will she be able to handle things on Orange's side on a mission?
One thing at a time. ]
Sorry. [ It's his turn to apologize, momentarily lost in his thoughts. Roland shakes his head slightly, smile still present. ] You...didn't come with anything at all? That's new. I admit this is a first.
[ Well, he won't dwell. It is what it is. ]
Ah, let's move on then. But, Olivia...[ He looks around. For the most part the thrum of people coming and going thin out in intervals. Some are rushing to get their bearings, others are going about chore duty like a well-oiled routine. It's a bustling community made more obvious on platform days when new and old passengers come together to make one another comfortable. Such as now as he returns his gaze to her, brows furrowed back into place. Roland makes his sharp perceptions known by all means. ] If you want, I can escort you to your cabin first. You can come find me later if you have questions to ask about how all of this works. Your ticket there, it shows you details about yourself and where you're assigned to sleep.
[ He demonstrates it by taking out his ticket again, showing the side with information printed on the façade. ] We can go there for now, and you can take a moment to rest. Get your bearings. Admittedly, these are the most hectic days on the train. Besides, we'll have downtime. There's no rush at all.
[ He's kind about it too, the smile on his face turning a shade warmer to encourage her that it's okay to pause for the moment. It's true too. The amount of time they had in between missions felt like halcyon days going by. ]
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"You... didn't come with anything at all?"
Was she supposed to? He's the only one to ask her about this and he's very much the first to seem so surprised by such a discovery. She slowly shakes her head at him, raising her eyebrows before she leans onto the table atop an elbow. Chin poised in the palm of her hand, she tries to gauge his response.
...Is there something essential here that she needs to know about? It's so hard to tell. Intuitive as she can sometimes be, she just doesn't know him well enough to make any deductions so quickly.]
Uhm. All right. But—
[She hesitates. Plainly. Eyeing her ticket for several long moments, she eventually moves her gaze back onto him.]
I don't w-want to trouble you. It's fine if you just point me in the direction I n-need to go. I'm sure I can find it the rest of the way.
[She's already put him out so much. It's not fair or right to expect anyone to guide her. In spite of whatever hindrances she might come across along the way, Olivia can make things work. Nothing's impossible, after all.]
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I'm one of the team leads assigned to the groups, you see. This wasn't required of us, mind you, but I'd rather use this time to help out. And I'd prefer to see you settled somewhere stable before the train starts running. It can get a bit jarring for the newcomers.
[ Despite his words, and a strangely understanding smile, Roland doesn't budge even then. He's waiting for Olivia to make the call. Experienced in spades; he's done this so many times that even faced with the mother of the boy he's come to call his own too, there's no effort at all. In fact, he seems to enjoy the act of being available. ]
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That won't last forever either.
She does manage to eventually make her way back to her feet, patient and imploring as she eyes him intensely.]
O-oh. I see. That's n-nice of you. If you're sure it's no trouble... I guess I should f-find where I'm supposed to be staying.
[After a moment's pause, she frowns.]
...Will I be allowed to change? I'm not c-comfortable in this.
[Really. Because it's not her dancer wear. Olivia does not like wearing this new... contemporary wear.]
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[ For now, he'll lead with what Olivia gives him, mimicking her movements and standing up himself. But as he walks a little past her, ready to show her to her quarters, he pauses to glance over his shoulder at her question. Sadly, Roland shakes his head. ]
I'm sorry, Olivia. All new passengers only have this to wear until you can earn enough...currency to buy clothes from back home. [ The word switch is deliberate. Points will have to be explained at a later time. His point is emphasized since Roland himself is a stark contrast to her typical Voidtrecker orange ensemble; a black turtleneck and a long coat draped over his person. ] You can change out of your train uniform, but the question is more of what you'll be able to change into. Your rucksack will only contain different variations of your gear for the time being.
[ He tugs at the collar of his shirt. ] Though I can understand where you're coming from. I'm partial to a certain style myself. [ If she isn't opposed to it, Roland will start walking to the other end of the train, where all the Sleeper Cabins lay in one line. He's alert about the time too, watching the throngs of people file into the train as they're nearing entry into the voidspace. ] Are you looking to change into something specific from home?
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She frowns for the hint of a moment. So she'll end up in something she's uncomfortable wearing until she can get something... even remotely similar to what she's accustomed to. Not everything can be so easy. Somehow she's not completely surprised.
Olivia shakes her head.]
All right. I understand.
[What more can she say to it? She draws in a breath and then at his question, she eyes him for some moments.] Ah, y-yes. This... [She indicates her current apparel.] ...is n-not very me. It's not very good for dancing.
[Because naturally that's what the real concern is.]
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[ Roland isn't sure if he's being rude or not, but he finds that it's more disconcerting to tell Olivia that he already knows she's a dancer thru Inigo...So he will take the polite route, since he's already trying to get to know her as she is and not merely in her capacity as the boy's future mother. Plus, there's something he does want to add to the conversation as they continue to traverse each car, people asking to be let through, forcing either of them to give room, backs to the walls. ]
You know, where I come from [ - originally, at least. ] there's a style of dance that actually uses clothes like this. [ Hoodies and all. Sometimes, even looser, for maximum comfort. He turns to her with a smile, honestly intrigued. ] It's interesting the things you get to learn when you go around other worlds and meet new people.
[ Not that that justifies kidnapping. But the conversation comes from a genuine place of interest. ]
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[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.
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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.