A New Platform [Intro Post February]

[voidtreckermods]

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!

Comments

Fun fact: IRL I *don't* like avocados at all.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks thought for a moment, even murmuring to himself--"what was it called?" The problem with having a mom who used robots to cook, when she wasn't doing so herself. "Mom once scooped out the inside, aside from the hard center. Then she mixed it with spices and some other stuff, but I can't fully remember. It was good though, to dip stuff into."

dang, what a coincidence! you and roland have it in common, though his dislike is only headcanon ;3

[adregem]

"Good to dip into stuff...with spices..." Roland repeats, tries to access that part of his memory, the First World where ingredients are more familiar to him. Not the counterparts of Evermore, or fruits he has no idea what tastes like -

- his expression changes into immediate recognition, and he shakes his head, chuckling wryly. Oh, he might know of a version of it. "Okay, are you talking about guacamole?"

[light_of_willpower]

"That sounds familiar, so maybe?" Trunks chuckled a bit, while reaching up to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry I can't remember exactly."

[adregem]

"Heh. Don't worry about it. Even if I was right, I'd have told you that I'm no fan of guac anyway." And so the search for a better way to eat avocados continues. "Today, I was hoping to try it out with milk and sugar. It's not the healthiest thing on the train, but if it'll help keep the fruit down, I'm willing to try anything not to be picky."

[light_of_willpower]

"I take it just avoiding it won't work?" Trunks offered, raising an eyebrow but smiling all the same. "Or is it too much around for that."

[adregem]

Roland throws a humorous glance at the crates of avocados. So many avocados. "Yeah, I don't think that's going to be an option. Besides, we're technically rationed on supplies. I'd rather not have things go to waste all because I don't have the palate for them."

Call him utilitarian, but it's practical and he wants everyone to have an equal amount of every other ingredient. He can't hog all the dry and canned goods to himself.

[light_of_willpower]

"I'd offer to trade you my share of other stuff for avocados, if you think that'd work." Trunks could handle avocados. Really he had yet to meet a food he didn't like.

[adregem]

"You have other stuff?" Roland chuckles, hand on his hip. Any opportunity he can get to maybe, momentarily, forget about the avocados, he will gladly take. "What do you have for barter?"

[light_of_willpower]

"Just what's in my mini-fridge, mostly in the form of stuff I've brought from home. Which is drinks. I meant my share of stuff here, so you don't have to have more avocados."

[adregem]

"Well, how about this. Apart from your mom's guac, how else would you eat an avocado?" He leans a hand on his hip. "Shoot. I'm willing to try anything once."

[light_of_willpower]

"It won't help you, Roland. I've yet to meet a food I disliked enough I wouldn't eat. I haven't found any with acovado so far that weren't just all around bad, that I didn't like."