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A New Platform [Intro Post March]

On the Train

Once again passengers are awoken by the morning announcement.

"Good morning passengers, it is day One of the month of Kazoo. 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 is thick, the air is warm and humid and there are rumbles of thunder, the air heavy with the promise of rain.

As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing as they walk silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers: Alfredo Martini, Daia, Enna Alchiba, Lord El-Melloi II, Natsuno Yuuki, Nita Callahan, Saku Gyousou, Sakura, V and Wen Qing

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, and seems smaller with twenty-seven 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.

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'). Those not new to the train will note the addition of an eighth sleeper carriage. The store rooms have been restocked with fresh ingredients, it seems the month of Kazoo is defined by the tomato and there are plenty of them.

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 as thunder rumbles further and the storm threatens to break. 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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PLATFORM
CW; PANIC ATTACK

What the fucking fuck is this fuckery.

The humanoid's eyes are wide, though they seem to be putting a strong effort in to schooling their expression as best they can. Emphasis on the last part, because anyone good at reading people will note a certain degree of absolute terror. An unknown place, a mass of people it doesn't know, and as it reaches out, nothing familiar on the feeds-

(-though if anyone has a feed or digital implant on their own, they may have something metaphorically trying to get in for all of .0001 seconds before frantically moving on, apparently not finding what it's looking for-)

BOARDING - closed to Soldat

-and Murderbot is not. Not very happy at all. It tugs tight on its hoodie (and where did it get this?) and, after a few more conflicted moments where something unwelcome pools within its core, it rushes aboard the train. It pushes past anyone in its way, keeping its head down, and struggles to find solitude as its processor helpfully notes a declining efficiency, yes, it fucking knows, what the fuck is going on-

SLEEPER 5, CABIN A/MISC

After obtaining a pamphlet and some more data, Murderbot's managed to locate the cabin to which it's been 'assigned'...and is more or less just. Warily looking at the carriage, noting not only how cramped it is - not in itself, a problem - and also how many others are assigned to it.

After a moment of trying to figure out whether or not the cubby is the right size for it to climb within, it turns and opens the door back in to the hall, glancing left and right before heading out. It's more than calmed down since its initial alarm - having a better understanding of what's going on has certainly helped, even if this sounds like something out of a bad show - and while it still seems somewhat tense, it's no longer outright trying to avoid others.

...not that it's trying to interact with them, either. It's mostly just hoping people let it move past to wherever it's going, which, to be fair, it has no idea.

[[For those with tech implants/tech equipment/etc - please take a glance at Murderbot's permissions if you haven't already, thankyou~!]]

Edited 2021-03-01 06:07 (UTC)

[Arrival]

One moment, he'd felt the strange sort of mist that indicated Questing Country was separating from Liminal Space again. He'd done his best to help Leah and the Conductors - Cantors? Whatever they were calling themselves now - and their allies to liberate Arrata Skyhook and to loop them into the larger Questing Country community.

Instead of whatever weird decoration the winning Arcana had decided to give Liminal Space however, he instead finds himself on a platform surrounded by mist - and a lot of people who are definitely not fellow Travelers. They all know each other now, at least by sight if not actually friends. He frowns and looks up at Bob who's perched on his shoulder, the large raven squawking and Casper sighing. "Yeah, I know. Hang on, let me just -"

He holds a hand out, clearly trying to do... something. But whatever he's doing, it's not working. He flicks his wrist a few more times... nope. Frustrated he finally glances at the outfit he's wearing. ... Ugh. Purple is not his color, and the leg band on Bob doesn't really work, either. He focuses for a moment, but whatever he's trying to do doesn't work this time, either. He sticks his hand through the air forcefully, and finally a small tear opens up. He sighs in relief and rummages around, grabbing a necklace of small white objects and fastening it around his neck. He feels around in the weird tear for a few moments before - "Damn it, they took my books. Also my phone... eh. No one I could call, anyway." He shakes his head and grabs a baseball bat - clear, with a blue core - and taps it against his leg. The bat vanishes, and the tear in the air closes up.

"Now... to figure out where we are..."

[Wandering]

Casper, of course, reads the messages and the pamphlets as soon as he spots them. Armed with a little bit more knowledge he starts picking his way through the cars, marveling a little bit at the variety. It almost reminds him of Liminal, and he can't help but feel a little homesick. Still, at least exploring is keeping him busy enough to be distracted.

He first makes his way into the kitchen car, because of course he does. There's a lot of good smells coming from there and he wants to see what's up. It's a lot more industrial-looking than the kitchen he made in his hall, but that's not unexpected. He does his best to not interrupt anyone, but it's not uncommon for new passengers to check in there curiously.

The garden catches his attention, Bob lifting off of his shoulder and taking a wide arc around the space. Casper sighs and sits down, stretching a bit, holding out his hands. A blue hoodie appears in his hands and he holds it close to himself, taking a deep breath. It smells like Laughs... he misses his boyfriend terribly right now.

There were other cars he was intending to go to, but the library is where he stops. He immediately grabs a book and starts flipping through it. A lot of it is confusing, but he's going to end up getting through it anyway. He's always excited for books.

[Roommates] [Closed to 3:D]

Oh, boy. He's slept around other people before, but in the past few years he really hasn't done so around people he doesn't know or trust intimately. He mutters out the rooms as he passes them, looking for his own. "B... C... D, there we are." Bob pecks at his partner's head from his shoulder perch.

He touches the ticket to the panel and opens the door, looking around. "Hello? Anyone home? New roommate here, hi."

[Medic?] [Closed to Raven and Ichigo]

Casper needs to check in with a medic. While he can heal himself just fine in most cases, he can't use liminal material here and he knows his own healing spells either are slight or cost... quite a lot to use. And in any case, neither Thorne nor Alcuin are here, the two who probably would understand his physical weirdness the most. A baseline reading probably isn't a bad thing to have...

... And also probably having the medical staff aware of the prosthetic leg situation is not a bad idea. He's not going to tell them about the 'soul in the raven' thing if it doesn't come up, but it's a possibility. He heads into medical and looks around for whoever's on duty.

[Wildcard]

Casper is new, and more than that Casper is curious. He pokes into anywhere that isn't locked and pretty obviously has just gotten here.

[[If you haven't already, please fill out Casper's permissions post! Thank you!]]

I. Platform
Out of the fog, he appears walking beside the group of arrivals. He is wearing a blue hoodie and a rucksack on his back. He looks around in confusion as if he has awakened from a long dream.

He has long black hair tied up in a pony-tail, keeping his hair in place with an ornament and hairpin. He has light-colored eyes, his expression is calm and inquisitive. Very inquisitive and curious. He can be seen speaking directly to another passenger, a man wearing the same blue hoodie, with long black hair tied up with a ponytail with a red ribbon. Both were speaking the same language.

When the jet-black train docked at the platform, he gazes at the train in wonder. He even starts to look around, trying to figure out what's going on, before along with his husband, makes the decision to enter the door and board the train.

II. On train / departure / Cabin 6-D / Meeting roommates
At the sound of the horn, announcing a departure, the doors slide shut, and the train moves into motion, leaving the platform behind and into the sky. Wanji boarded the train and was set to find his cabin room to unpack his things and settle in.

He is quiet, unhurried, as he set the beds for him and his husband and prepares for their place as their new home. He turns to his roommates.

"Greetings. I am Wangji." He makes a small bow out of courtesy. "I don't come alone. My husband, Wei Wuxian is around here somewhere...."

III. Chores, garden, and around the train
Doing chores is pretty much routine to him. He wakes up early, set a schedule, and builds a routine. Once he learns how to do laundry, it's easy, but then again he does all the laundry for his husband also. The same goes for making breakfast, lunch, and dinner once he get used to the utilities in the kitchen.

At one point, later in the afternoon, he does unwind for a cup of coffee or tea, and meditates on the train. During a meditation session, this is where his true self show, with a pair of cat ears and tail to match the fox spirit that host in his husband.

IV. Wildcard
[Anything else? Feel free to make a starter of your own! Any questions or plotting hmu here]

New Passengers

Nozomi blinked as every thing came back into view. She was certain that this wasn't where she was last. Once the steam had fully cleared, she blinked once more. A train? A train station? And what was with the outfit she was wearing?

It took her a moment to realize what may be going on.

"I think I'm needed again. Oh, well." she said, chuckling to herself. She looked around at who was there with her. So many different people of various races. "Wow, so cool..."

The Train

Nozomi grimaced as she looked at the information given to her. Mostly because she's being told she needs to clean bathrooms and kitchens. "Uuuuugh, really?" She whined, annoyed by that fact. With a sigh, she gathered her belongings, trying to find pockets in her hoodie for her recovered CureMo as she headed for her room.

As she poked her head into the room, she called out "Is there a top bunk free? Dibs!"

Wildcard

(OoC: Hit me up with anything! I'm game!)

Edited 2021-03-01 06:15 (UTC)

Platform

This... was not Lothal. That much was pretty obvious. If Hera didn't know better she would start to think that the universe didn't want her to actually steal any time alone with Kanan.

These are also definitely not her clothes. The strange sensation of the fog against her head prompts her to reach up and confirm that there's... definitely not anything at the base of her lekku.

Really only one question left here. "What the kriff?"

Train

There aren't any answers on the platform. The view outside the windows reminds her of hyperspace, but not... quite right.

She can't let the strange situation fluster her, she needs to find out what exactly she's dealing with here. So she'll visit each car in turn. The kitchen earns a smile. The armoury a raised eyebrow.

She stands by her previous assessment of what the kriff.

7D

This is... cozy. She's used to that though. It's actually not that different from the Ghost's cabins. The only real difference is she hasn't had decades to make the space her own.

She can handle a space like this, at any rate. "Almost like home..."

Minus her family, of course. So nothing at all like home.

Soldat spots the tell-tale signs of panic, and hops on board in Murderbot's wake with a buzz of servos in the metal arm and the offer: "Hey. New passenger in purple. Quiet car is this way. Door locks and blocks out all sounds." They jerk a thumb the other way from where Murderbot is facing, hoping they to turn around at being addressed. "Good for getting your bearings."

A.) Platform

Noctis' first thought was to look for Carbuncle, to feel for his phone for a text message. Waking up to find himself in a strange place, surrounded by fog and strangers, somewhere he's never seen before? Sounded like a weird-ass dream to him. And if it was a really weird dream, Carbuncle was probably around to let him know what was happening.

Right?

Well, first of all, he didn't have his phone. He's in strange clothes, too, all in red. That just wasn't his color, even in dreams. He had a knapsack on his back - everyone around him is dressed like he was - and no helpful Messenger in sight.

If Noctis didn't find a familiar face, he'd get someone else's attention, asking - "Hey. Do you have any idea where we are?"

B.) Departure

People really had a hard time telling Noctis what to do. Simple compliance and doing as he was told wasn't exactly in his DNA. But it wasn't the lingering dread or the implication that he should board the train that got him on board ...

... No, it's realizing that everyone here was probably kidnapped, just like him. And he needed to find out how and why.

Bracing himself with the warning, the train would lurch forward - Noctis waited until it passed before looking around. Pamphlets, screens, tons of reading ... wait, why did the outside look like that? He'd stare out of the window, not knowing of the risk, curious.

C.) Games Carriage

Eventually he'd make his way to the games carriage. Noctis would look around, poking a bit - until he found the electronic games on the second floor. There was a large amount of relief on his face - they might be trapped here for who knows how long, but at least he wouldn't be bored.

Spotting the other person in the car, he'd ask, "Hey. Which of these are good?"

D.) Settling in - Closed to 4:D Cabin-mates

Eventually he'd be making his way to the sleeper car he was assigned, knocking on the door. "Uh. Hello? Anyone here?"

The place was tiny, like he was living in a closet or something. Not as tiny as a tent, obviously, but with a tent you had ... all of the outdoors. Not here. He was going to be crammed in with whoever these guys were for weeks and weeks. Or possibly even longer.

Great.

His smile was a little forced. "I'm, uh, new, and that's probably kind of obvious ..."

X.) WILDCARD - hit me up!

At first, Murderbot ignores them- then its processor helpfully reminds it that it is wearing purple. And the thought of somewhere quiet-

-it glances back over its shoulder, looking from the human to where they're pointing. The assessment is quick, familiar - it's used to searching for threats, and hyperaware as it is at the moment, everything is a possible threat. But they're- he's, if it's understanding the presentation right, how do they not have a feed, who is this-

It doesn't respond for a moment, eyes flickering between the human, where they're pointing, and further down. Back again. Really, that tight expression and the movement of its gaze are the main signs of panic; its body language is practically nonexistent, the programs it's written to fidget backburned while it struggles to process everything that's going on.

After a moment - what seems like minutes in its perception, but for a human, may or may not be a perfectly reasonable amount of time - it manages, "Feed access?"

"I know, right? This is unusual. More than unusual. Barely happens to me at all really." She grins. "Brilliant, isn't it. I love these sorts of things." A frown. "Usually. Almost. Sort of." She thrusts out a hand. "I'm the Doctor, by the way, what's your name?"

Platform

The Doctor is standing at the platform, patting around herself as if looking for something, holding a strange device between her teeth. Spotting someone she sidles over to them, whether they made eye contact or not and, after taking the device from her teeth says:

"Hallo. Tell me, do I look like a grumpy old man or an obnoxiously perky blonde...or other. It's important."

Departure/The Train

The Doctor is doing what she does best and snooping around. She'll be peering into rooms, bathrooms, rec rooms, dining cars, places where she probably shouldn't be and places where you wonder how she got there. Spotting the eyes on her she'll grin and say:

"Fancy a bit of adventure?"

Sleeper 8: Cabin A

It took a while for the Doctor to get around to her designated sleeping quarters. Not that she plans to sleep, but it's good to find a home base as it were. A heart. A control room. Or a couple of narrow beds and other people.

"Right. Hallo. I'm the Doctor. Your new roomie. Gosh, it's been a while since I've been a roomie to anyone. Not since I was a Dean at New New New Oxford-- Before I blew it up. Well I didn't blow it up myself- Well I did but it was extenuating circumstances. Anyway it's not what I usually do. Blow stuff up. Well I do. I mean, more than the average person, and things tend to explode around me, but nine times out of ten you're safe with me. I just have a tendency to babble. Stop me if I do. Which bunk is mine? Oh, should this be like a sleepover? Will there be popcorn? I haven't had a proper one in ages and never well-- like this."

Wildcard

Anywhere else? HMU

Platform

When Prompto came to awareness he looked around the platform with nothing less than confusion. What happened? Had he hit his head or something? No. His head didn’t hurt.

He let out a panicked little squeak when he realized, he wasn’t wearing his clothes. What was even going on?

He looked around, mostly spotting strangers and subconsciously tugged his hands into his sleeves. He could already feel that his bracelets were not in place. Wasn’t there at least one familiar face?

Garden Car

He found himself exploring the train, partly out of something to do and partly because he wanted to see where they’d be living.

It was an unusual garden he’d found himself in, and the fountain was pretty. The colours were really striking as the void was reflecting off the water.

Prompto did what he wanted to and out of nowhere, he materialized a camera into his hands.

“Let me get this shot…”

Cinema Car

“Whoa!” Prompto exclaimed as he searched through the many titles. He was looking for something, because honestly, who wouldn’t want to watch a mediocre movie about his favourite video game?

They didn’t have Assassin’s Creed, but they did have an equally terrible movie called Doctrine of a Stealth Killer, which looked just as terrible.

He may as well try it. Prompto queued it up and flopped into a seat with a grin.

Room 7-E

Following his way with a ticket in hand, he swiped it to gain access to the room and poked his head in.

His first thought was oh no, there are four beds, which meant roommates.

The second, he was focused on looking around to see who it would be. Fiddling with the hem of his sleeves he offered a sheepish little smile and wave at who was waiting inside.

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure! Or you can contact me and ask me to write a prompt for you, I don't mind.]

I. Prep Work - Kitchen Car

Knowing it's platform day means having time to do a little prep. All morning, Soldat can be found hard at work in the kitchen: getting breakfast waffles and slice fruit laid out for the current passengers, putting three different lasagna bakes in the oven (one meat, one vegetarian, one gluten-free using egg noodles instead of wheat) for lunch, and making up three batches of cookies for the newcomers.

Throughout, they have jazz music playing from their tablet, propped up against their lantern on the counter. When they don't have a pendant from their chain necklace in their mouth, they're singing along. The little plastic ghost figurine glides, glowing, long the counter to and fro, following wherever Soldat is working at any given time. Come comment on their rendition of Bei Mir Bist Du Shein or Minnie the Moocher if you want to.

II. Still No Sun - Platform

It's not cold, which is a step up from last time they hit a platform, though there's still no sun. Soldat is starting to consider the benefits of begging Koumyou for more of his paper thing's fake sunlight. But after two weeks plus of being crammed on the train, they're still taking a goddamn turn out in the muggy platform air, watching people go (Natsuno, they note with a sad pang) and noting the newcomers.

No familiar faces, this time. They're not sure if this is a good thing or bad thing. Something in them aches for more familiar faces. So they're ready to greet anyone who looks like they need a little help, gentle and as non-threatening as a big guy in three layers of shirt and jacket can be, but they might look a little sad while they do. "Hey, it's okay," they say kindly to the nervous. "You're okay. I can explain what happened, get you safe on board, yeah?"

III. Finally, Some Goddamn Protection - Luggage Car

They take a quick trip to the luggage car after the train is back in motion, and can be found inspecting their old combat uniform, pulled out of a trunk, checking to see what all is here and what all isn't. "No knives," they lament, finding the sheaths attached to the back of the tac vest empty, but not with any surprise. "Suppose that was too much to hope for."

And they'll switch out their regular hiking boots for the steel-toed combat boots right there in the luggage car.

IV. The Welcome Wagon Brings Cookies - Kitchen Car and About

And now it's time for the cookies to come out of the oven, and Soldat brings a plate around the train with them. Any new people-- or people who seem out of sorts, even if they're not new-- get the plate offered. "I find. Sweet things help," they say, voice as warm as they can make it.

Platform

When Lea arrived on the platform this time, he wasn't alone. Instead, he was carrying a young girl clad head to toe in a hooded black coat; a compromise to keep Xion from charging off by herself when she was in no condition to do so. He set her on her feet, and after a last warning to take it easy, let her go her way, though he- and at least one other- would be keeping an eye on her the whole time they were on the platform.

That done he looked out over the platform, watching with sadness as Nita walked off, along with a few others he knew, but wasn't quite as close to. He'd miss them, but knew better than to try and stop them.

His attention turned to the new faces, looking for any who were familiar or who looked particularly lost.

Special Delivery- Closed to Vexen

After an interesting time on the platform, and getting Xion settled back in the recovery room, Lea went to retrieve the Firaga Bangle he'd ordered. After giving it a quick once over to ensure it was what he ordered and was up to moogle-made quality, he gave a little satisfied smile, heading out into the train to locate the person he'd gotten it for. Hopefully this would help Vexen a little.

Around the Train

With the train was back in the void and traveling along again, Lea had things to do. Though it wasn't Blue's turn, he could be found helping get lunch ready in the kitchens, though later could be found tackling a load or two of laundry, as was Blue's job for the month. Later he could be found in both the standard car and medical car- often in Xion's room in the latter- often with a cup of tea and a journal notebook that he could be seen writing or drawing in.

Edited 2021-03-01 06:52 (UTC)

The Platform

He felt a little like he was getting jerked around, and by a little he meant 'a lot'. One moment he'd been on the train, then he'd been falling (again) and now he was here, on the platform. There were worse places to be, honestly.

"Bastion," he sighed, but he didn't sound particularly panicked or angry, just resigned. His Volstovic accent, sounding like a blend of Russian and French, was strong but not overpowering, and he spoke clearly. "This again?"

Looking down at himself, Amery plucked at his hoodie and made a face. "This still isn't my color," he remarked, sliding the straps of his pack off and rifling around inside. He was relieved when he found his white gloves and immediately set about pulling them on.

Sleeper Cabin - closed to Sleeper 5, Cabin E

"Ah." This time he was somewhat upset. Despite being here before, he wasn't used to sharing a sleeping space with other people. In the Airman, he'd always had his own room, with a good solid door, to protect himself and his belongings from the other men. Here, he felt a little like he was being thrown to the wolves.

Still, that didn't stop him from checking cubbies until he found the unoccupied one and started putting his belongings in it. If anyone should enter while he was in the process of settling in, he turned to greet them.

"Hello. This is your room, as well?"

Departure

Yes, yes, he remembered this part of the journey well enough and parked himself in an unoccupied seat as the announcement counted down. Still, being familiar with things didn't stop him from risking a look out the windows, marveling when the fog and mist turned into the kaleidoscope of colors that was the void. It was beautiful in a strange way, and he couldn't help but stare.

Wildcard

[ooc: find Amery wandering somewhere else around the train!]

"Bit odd, isn't it. Standing out here. No idea how we got here. No idea when we got here. Waiting in impenetrable fog for something to happen. Enough to give one the willies." She shivers a bit, hands in the pockets of her red hoodie, then bumps her shoulder lightly into theirs.

"A little better with friends, though, innit? Someone to share the adventure with. To know that you're not alone. I'd offer you a jelly baby if I had one. How about I'll owe you one."

The swift dart aboard the train was the main sign they'd caught, honestly. (Jesus, it's like looking at the Asset. Worse. Are they even breathing?)

Feed access. Feed access? Hrm. "There are ICPs in there, but there's no wireless network here," they guess what the newcomer means, and step carefully back in the direction of the quiet car, eyes on Murderbot's shoulder rather than face, giving them room to follow if they like. "I have a tablet that has the capability, but there's nothing to connect to."

Platform

Eight soberly glanced out the window onto the platform, watching the stream of procession walking by. She wondered where they went. Shortly after, everyone on board was allowed out. She stepped down from the train onto the platform, glancing at the new faces. Especially the ones that were wearing purple. She tugs tightly against her hoodie, hoping to not cause too much alarm should they see her tentacle hair.

With a sharp breath she addresses anyone nearby. "Hello. My name is Agent Eight. I know you are not where you are supposed to be, and that you have questions. If there is anything I can help with, or if you need medical attention, please let me know and I will see what I can do."

Around the Train
CW: body horror, physical trauma

While originally a point of defiance, the truth is that Eight missed doing chores. There was a certain calmness in performing a job well, and ultimately willful disobedience was only inconveniencing everyone else. Unfortunately for her, her job was cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen. The bathrooms was well enough -- just use the wand and use the broom and pan. It was the kitchen that was the problem. As soon as her hands touched the water, she could feel them beginning to dissolve. She raises them up to see, only to discover that the covering of skin from fingers to elbow had vanished, leaving cleanly exposed forearms and fingers in bright scarlet magenta.

Naturally, despite her protestations, she was taken to medical. She insisted that she was fine and when the medical staff look at her, her arms have completely recovered. More importantly, the discussion quickly turned to how she could do cleaning without having her body touch water.

Last, she has walked to the rock garden to try to clear her head, her hands wrapped in gauze "just in case." The entire day's events did little to improve her mental state, but she felt like she was getting back in the swing of things. Instead, she's going to take the rest of the day to people watch, and began to wonder what she wants to do next.

The only thing that came to mind was to help her friends. She wondered what they were up to...

And now it's being spoken to. As if things weren't bad enough, it's-

-it outright flinches away from being touched, sharply looking towards the woman and shifting back out of - well, at least shoulder bumping range.

"I- what?"

Why is this human offering it an edible infant.

"Sorry." She gives them a bit of space.

"Hi. How's it going? I'm the Doctor, nice to meet you. What's your name?"

There's a new face. He doesn't seem nervous, but he's still new, so Soldat offers their plate of chocolate chip cookies. "Welcome on board. Doing okay?"

The metal arm is mostly hidden by a couple layers of shirt and jacket, and the metal hand has a half-glove to increase its grip, but it's still pretty obvious those fingers are metal. They have a lantern slung over their back on a strap which Casper might note is basically the source of all their life force. And, well, they might look... kind of familiar.

Not that they know that.

Space is good. The other doesn't quite relax, but some of the immediate tension bleeds out and it takes a second look at the woman. Clearly, she thinks it's a human, likely a human that's made a fool of themselves, but- it can use that.

"I'm- " a Secunit. No, that's stupid, Murderbot. What about- it grabs the most recent one it's used. "-Rin." A quick review of what she said earlier- no idea how- no idea when- and it forces itself to nod. "This is real."

It's almost - almost - a question. Rather than an unhappy realization. Because - what else could it be? Unless it's somehow been hacked, but- this isn't what hacking is like, it still viscerally remembers the sensations.

Soldat had done that, their first day, too. It really is quite a view. They were warned, thankfully, before suffering any ill effects-- time to warn a "newcomer" themselves, and pass along the good. Before they even get a proper look at the guy, they say, "Might want to step back, pal. Gives you a headache to look at for more than a couple minutes."

They're... well, they look a whole lot like Avery, actually, only a bit older, and with much longer hair, tied back neatly, and with an old lantern slung over one shoulder. They also have a plate of snickerdoodle cookies in one half-gloved metal hand.

Eight knew that the washing was going to be tough, so she's doing the next best thing: gathering stuff up to be cleaned. She's going between the dining section and the kitchen often, looking over at the older gentleman work.

She was going to leave him be, except for one thing: he's singing. Like a viper charmed by a flute, she's standing in the path to the sink, platters in hand and watching him quietly.

She kinda liked it.

"Rin. Nice to meet you, Rin." She wrinkled her nose at the question and paced to the edge of the platform. She looked one way, then the other, then stuck out her tongue as if to taste snow before pulling it back in and making smacking sounds.

"Looks real. Tastes real. Feels real. Most likely is, but I've been wrong before." Though she was smiling faintly, there was a furrow between her brows. "Are you worried?"

Platform

Like the last platform, Senku emerged in his orange t-shirt and black cargo pants and stood with his fist raised, to honour a couple of those departing with their village’s goodbye. He didn’t say anything, or call after them, but he was willing to offer those departing that he knew the same respect he offered anyone else from Ishigami Village.

When the figures disappeared into the misty fog, he turned his attention to his experiment and raised his wrist so he could undo his SCA.

He took it off his wrist and paused for the effect. When nothing happened, he looked at the fog with a bit of a head tilt, just thinking as he counted off in his head.

Collecting his shopping

This time, the bulk of what Senku appears to have bought was book shaped packages. He was rooting around, piling them in his arms.

By the time he got to the sixth book he sighed and then changed tactics, instead making each book disappear one at at time so he could look for the rest.

He was also scoping out a couple more packages just as soon as he could find them.

Dining Car

He found the socialization of platform day to be a bit taxing so he could be found in here preparing a cup of tea.

He glanced up when someone came in and greeted them. “Hey.”

Senku was used to interruptions to his thoughts these days.

Medical Car

With Wen Qing’s departure, the reason he hadn’t been spending much time in medical was because it had been handled, but he didn’t think Ichigo should have to handle things alone so he would be taking more shifts there, instead of just being on call.

He took over for awhile, sitting in a chair reading Childhood’s End by Arthur C. Clarke, just available if he’s needed, and considering it’s platform day, it was quite possible someone might have questions, or need help.

If not, well, he could sit there and read for awhile.

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure. You can also ask me to write a prompt. Senku can really be found everywhere, he’s kind of a busybody like that.]

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A New Platform [Intro Post March]

Murderbot [OU] - Purple - OTA

Casper LeBlanc Jr. (CRAU) | Purple Team

Lan Wangji (CRAU) Catji | MDZS | ota

Nozomi Yumehara | Yes! Pretty Cure 5 (Way Too Many Worlds CRAU) | OTA

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Boarding

Noctis Lucis Caelum | OTA

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Platform

The Doctor | OTA

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV | Purple

Bucky/Soldat | Purple Team | OTA

Lea | OTA | Blue

Amery Vallet | OTA | Purple

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Agent 8 | Purple | OTA

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Wandering

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Departure

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Senku Ishigami | Dr. Stone | Orange