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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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But he trusts that Roland knows what he's doing here. And that this is all part of Doing It Properly, rather than Roland being a responsible adult who doesn't want Inigo get the biggest sugar high of his life. So he puts the sugar into the thing, and considering it's already on..
Inigo's eyes grow wide.
"F-Father, look!" As if this is something new to Roland as well, rather than it just being new to the medieval boy. But Inigo seems to want him to share in this discovery as well. "Look at that, in the middle! It's like magic!"
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But the fun to be had is definitely not in the scooping portion, but in the magic Inigo notices coming out of the machine. It's not something he'll correct him on either, because as Roland peers at the movement of floss sugar heating up slowly, a transform indeed does occur. His smile grows wide, a hand on his hip as his eyes stare at the formation of strings gently wisping like silken threads against the plastic basin. The smell is fruity, wafting in the air like a warm cake being baked in an oven...only it's not and this is sugar straight out of the cookery.
"Wait for the spun sugar strings to get thicker. When you see them form," He suddenly points at a clump taking shape like a cloud. "Like that! Take this-" Roland reaches for the paper cones that came with the set, and hands one to Inigo, one for himself to help show him what to do. "And follow my lead."
The wide end of the paper cone is slowly lowered at an angle against the concave of the cotton candy machine. The strings accumulate around it, and with a gentle twist of his own wrist, he starts moving in the same clockwise pattern as the spinning threads in pink fluff. He does just enough to create a small tuft of cotton candy, which he then blows on and eats in one go, disappearing as it melts immediately in his mouth.
Ta-da.
"Now you try, pup."
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(It's even in the air! Everytime Inigo sniffs, he gets a whiff of it, and it only serves to make him more excited. As if sugar in the air is giving him a sugar high all by itself.)
"Okay, okay, here I go."
Even the way he speaks is filled with that excited tone, with energy only half-contained, starting to spill out. Thankfully he's good enough at following the other's example to keep this attempt at grabbing cotton candy from the machine from becoming a total disaster, and once he's gathered some on his cone, he pulls it back.
And puts a small part of it in his mouth.
There's a pause, a moment of nothing.. But then his eyes go wide, and he makes a small jump of joy on the spot, betraying a youthfulness perhaps even beyond his actual age.
"It's so yummy!" Half muffled, since he's already put more of it into his mouth at this point, but easy enough to decypher. "Father, I'm going to have this instead of regular food from now on!"
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"Uh uh. No, pup. Cotton candy is just a once in a while treat. Or something for dessert. You still need to eat real food."
That sound he just made too...For the first time since this big reveal, Roland is wary, looking at Inigo as he gobbles down the rest of that puffy candy. In hindsight, he thinks to himself as the strands make more and more tufts, it may not have been the wisest thing in the world to give him sugar.
Pure sugar.
But he's so happy. Gah. This is going to tear him up for a while. Oh well. He straightens up again and presents Inigo a complete pink cotton candy puff, as big as his head, texture like a cloud.
"See, this isn't even that nutritious. It's mostly just air apart from it being sweet." Let your dad convince you! Son, please!!!
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So how could it be bad? Just look at Inigo going at it - the moment that cotton candy is presented to him, he's already reaching out to grab a few tufts off the bigger one, shoving them right into his mouth and feeling the sugary goodness melt on his tongue. Delicious.
Clearly this is what true food was meant to be.
"Besides, isn't food just food? What does it matter what you eat?"
Please, Roland, you think they cared about such a thing as nutritional value in a destroyed place like future Ylisse? You just had to shove into your mouth whatever you could get in there!
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"I-I know it does, pup. But, uh."
Roland attempts to slow Inigo down with an outstretched hand, palm up to signal a pause. Look at this guy inhale sugar like it's air! He's not even trying to hide his worry now, and only does it occur to him that the more Inigo eats of this, the more chances of an inevitable sugar high...
Is Roland ready to see that first hand? He must. That is his destiny, now that he's given Inigo a taste.
"It matters because this is really a dessert, you know?" Yes, if he can angle it differently, that might be more convincing than repeating his strict 'no.' Truly, the marvels of parenthood continue to unfold for Roland on this journey. "It's a special treat that loses its yumminess if you just eat it all the time. You have to save it for special occasions."
Genius. He is a genius. What do you have to say about that, son!!
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In fact, the boy already seems to get a bit more jittery, considering the sheer amount of unadulterated sugar he's ingesting over here. The sugar high is truly inevitable.
"When does it start losing the yumminess?" Hah, look at this counterattack! Time to pull out some facts, Roland! Some cold hard evidence! Even Inigo's dear father can't keep him apart from this sugary goodness! "I've already had more than one of these now, and it's still yummy!"
(A true scientific experiment, clearly.)
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Damn. He's powerless.
Powerless.
Power...?
Power!
Roland takes advantage of this new machine and puts on a quick show for Inigo, gasping as he pretends the cotton candy machine has already overheated. His hands hover close to its plastic body, his mouth making sounds of concern. Worry! Clicking tongue against teeth, wondering out loud! He glances at Inigo still eating more and more of the spun strings of sugar and it's now or never -
"Gah! Pup, i-it's been three minutes! We need to shut down the machine or else it might break. Okay?"
Roland switches it off, and the machine stops. No more spun sugar. No more cotton candy.
Even though one: there is still a display cotton candy sitting right next to the machine, and two: there are still strands of it left on the enclosure.
Inigo is now witness to the rarest of all sights.
Roland Crane. President. Chief Consul.
Panicking.
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But what is working out for Roland in this situation is the very fact that Inigo is incredibly gullible. Especially when it comes to things he knows nothing about, like modern technology. He is more than willing to believe a machine like this could really break if it was on for too long, especially if someone he trusts is telling him so.
And that's why the man is panicking like that too, right? He just doesn't want to break the gift he got for Inigo. That's it, isn't it?
He slowly finishes up the last bit of the cotton candy he was having, and then reaches out to grab the display cotton candy, now starting on that one. Smiling so happily.
"It's alright, father! No need to further, panic, you turned in off in time!"
But maybe the damage is already done. Is Inigo slowly starting to bounce on his feet a little over here..?
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He's still eating.
Roland's surprise worked so well that it backfired all over him, and now he's going to have to contend with the fact that he's introduced the concept of a total sugar rush to his medieval son.
Truly, this was the real reason he was aged back down to this twenties. He needed the energy to keep up with them and that's going to be his official press release if anyone ever asked.
And as the typical strategist mind that he is, already figuring there's no way out of this except to concede - Inigo is already eating the candy out on display - Roland just heaves, pretending to shake off tiredness, and unplugs the machine.
...Why did this thing come with so many flavors?! Inigo was going to eat through every single one in no time flat! And he has points to replenish the floss sugar if he ran out!
Should he ask Tidus for help?
No, he'll get shot down and laughed at. You're on your own, gramps!
He takes one for the team and snatches a big clump of the candy with a tight grip, eating it right away under the guise of pretending to taste it one more time, enjoying it with a faux grin and a nodding head. If he can eat majority of it before Inigo does, then he'll consider it a small victory after all.
Though that's...a big if.
"Remember you need to save this for special occasions, okay?" He chuckles weakly, reaching for another big piece. Inigo, share with your dad so he can save you from a sugar rush that will end in you asleep and crashed on a cot. Please don't bounce on your feet like you're ready to pop out into the void space!
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It's not true teen rebellion - thank Naga, since Inigo is much too fond of his dad to entirely go in against him - but there's definitely a laughing protest. Mostly since Inigo still can't see the bad of this situation. And who knows, maybe he won't even be able to see the bad of it after he crashes down from his sugar high, since he sure won't know to connect the fact he's crashing later with the fact he's eating so much sugar now.. There's a reason they introduced the concept of food education to kids in the future!
"Shouldn't we indulge in this sort of thing? We have so little pleasures here as it is!" Yes, yes, he's using that argument against Roland now. Like he's twisting the knife, though it's not on purpose at all, judging by Inigo's happy and innocent (and way too energetic) smile as he shoves more cotton candy into his mouth, talking through the cloud as it slowly melts. "Just us being together is enough of a special occasion to me!"
At least the prepared cotton candy is rapidly disappearing now, between the speed the two of them are eating at.
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But if Inigo eats it all by himself!
Who was Roland kidding? The kid's going to sugar crash and there's no avoiding it. He'll need to get him to his room faster than ever, so he can at least have a bed to lay in when it happens.
"I know that, pup. But it's good to have some self-restraint too, so we can keep some things truly worth the wait. Right?" Delayed gratification: if kid shows can teach it, so can Roland! The debate master! Maybe! Except now he really has reached his sugar limit and he's wiping his hands on his shirt, slapping his tongue againsth is lips trying to mitigate the taste from overpowering him. How does Inigo eat this straight???
And since he's being sweet himself, declaring that their time together is always special, Roland just shakes his head amusedly, linking their arms together as he tries his best to lead him back out into the hallway. The cotton candy machine, he'll clean up later.
Or hide. Maybe he can hide it under cupboards...Maybe Inigo will forget. Drat.
"A-Anyway, let's get you back to your room. Yeah? Had fun today?"
Did they just come from the carnival? Weren't they sparring? Well, blame the cotton candy for giving him the mood.
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But right now he's more than alright with being taken along by Roland. Though he's not sure.. why back to his room? Then again, Inigo does trust his father - aside from his opinions on sugar consumption, anyway - so he does just let Roland take him along by the arm like that.
"Had fun? Have we had a day out?" Inigo grins, then laughs, still just bursting at the seams with energy. Besides, the way Roland words it is just so funny!
He bumps a little against the older guy's side. "Why are we going back to my room, huh, father?"
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"I'll tell you about the wonders of carnivals some other time," he answers with a chuckle; about having to pretend they're on a day out, and how much it tickles Roland pink to imagine taking him out to an actual theme park one day.
One day, when all is well. As they had both promised.
He presses the button towards the next car and he hopes that leaving behind the devil machine of doom is enough for Inigo to have an out of sight out of mind moment. (Spoiler: Not even close.)
"And we're going back to your room because we're...going to cuddle for a bit. Is that okay?" A smile, oh so innocent. Yes, perfect. He'll just fall asleep just like that! The moment Inigo's head hits the pillow.
Or so help Roland...
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The boy looks so excited at those words, like he's about to burst right at the seams. Granted, this isn't anything that weird by Inigo standards. Of course the thought of cuddling with his father would make him way over the top excited at any given moment.
But right now, with his extra boost of energy, it seems even more appealing to the boy. He's practically about to bounce on his feet even more, staring at Roland with big, shining eyes.
(It's a good thing he's being lead along by the man like this, or Inigo might just have bumped right into a wall with the way he's not looking ahead at where he's going at all.)
"Of course it's okay! That's so great! I can't wait to cuddle with you!" There are so many exclamation marks audible in what he's saying right now.
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Roland wasn't ready for this and it's taking a lot of his mental fortitude to keep up with the almost palpable energy radiating off of Inigo at this very moment. In fact, he has to maneuver Inigo away from walls, doors, and other passengers with the way he's attempting to bounce around like crazy. How can he create such huge movements in such a small space? It's the wonders of the void at play...with an extra dosage of sugar from one flustered Dad.
"Uh. Right. Almost there." Thankfully he remembers the switch of rooms; that he's rooming with Tidus now, and the rest of the girls in that cabin space. It'd be a pretty funny sight if they were cuddling when Tidus walks in. But here in this moment, all Roland can think about is Inigo's well-being, and getting him to point A from point B as quickly and safely as possible. If he wasn't anchoring him to his arm, he'd probably be hitting the top of his head on the train ceiling. That's what it feels like and no one can tell him otherwise!
"Can you finish up that cotton candy? We need to brush your teeth too. Okay?" This is some major dad vibes again from Roland, but he's tucking Inigo in. That sugar crash was going to come the minute he stops ingesting the devil's powder.
Any time now...
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That's a groan. A genuine groan, even in the middle of this sugar rush - or perhaps amplified by it, considering it's louder than Inigo usually does it. Except for the times he gets really dramatic.
"Brush my teeth? Come on, father!" Why would anyone even need such modern hygienic standards? Sure, Inigo is getting at least a little used to the fact that the world has evolved beyond his own standards, but it's not like he needs to brush his teeth before every nap. Right? Right! That just sounds ridiculous. Maybe Tidus is right about Roland being overly fussy...
"I want to cuddle now!"
Look at these sugar-induced demands. He sounds so determined too. Roland's chances of winning here are becoming so slim..!