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

[worthallthis]

"Get me a carton of eggs and the milk, then?" Soldat offers, setting a couple of the avocados into their own basket, along with several other fruits and vegetables already there, and a large wedge of cheese. "What's your name? don't think we've met yet."

[forleaving]

Quietly, Adam did so, getting the eggs and milk. Of course, now that his hands were full was the moment he was struck with the urge to shake hands. Reining in his politeness, he said instead, "I'm Adam. It's nice to meet you."

[worthallthis]

Exactly as planned. No touch necessary for greetings, good job, soldier. They smile mildly back, then turn back towards the kitchen car with their supply. "Soldat." If he knows any Russian, or just can make a really good guess, it's pretty clear what that word means. "You're not on kitchen duty right now, yeah?" Given the orange, and all, not read. (Or purple. Or purple, I know.) "Just felt like coming by?"

[forleaving]

His language of expertise was Latin. Which surprisingly came in handy quite often while searching for dead Welsh kings. He could, however, tell that 'soldat' wasn't English, and he was pretty sure he could guess what it meant.

"That's-- an interesting name." He was too polite to say anything else. "And right," he continued, moving to follow, "I was just seeing what was going on with the food and stuff." Seeing what they had, taking stock.

[worthallthis]

"I worked hard for this name," Soldat says, somewhere between amused and kind. They know it's weird. They know it's not really much of a name. But it's still theirs. (Wish you'd find something better. Ugh.) "Do you cook? Even if you're not on kitchen team right now."

[forleaving]

"I don't doubt that." Adam nodded. He might not always understand why people did things, like he didn't understand why Blue got upset over certain things, but he knew enough not to question or poke fun at them, and someone's name was one of those things.

"Sometimes. It helps me learn." Through practice, almost anything was possible, after all.

[worthallthis]

"It's good to practice," Soldat agrees, sounding satisfied. "What would you make? Using these ingredients?" They bump open the door between the cars, half-turning to show Adam what's in their basket.

[forleaving]

Adam hesitated, peering into the basket before looking at what he was carrying himself. "I'm not sure," he admitted. He wasn't quite at the point where he could concoct recipes off the top of his head. If it was more complex than an omelet, he was better off following a recipe card or google on his phone.