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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2021-03-01 05:44 am

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!
swansongs: (Let's face it I blew it you waited)

Garden Car

[personal profile] swansongs 2021-03-02 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Dyme was just passing through the garden car--he didn't make it a habit to hang out here often. It was nice, but boring, and he wasn't much of a nature guy.

Still, he stopped short when he saw Prompto, far out of the way at least, and watched him for a moment. This wouldn't be the first time someone who'd left had come back, and he knew they weren't guaranteed to be the same as the first time, but-

"Prompto?"
tactlesstantei: (boredom/contempt)

[personal profile] tactlesstantei 2021-03-02 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Strong as in I wonder how he can tolerate it.

[Though to be fair, the only way Masumi will be willing to have coffee is if it's the only option and she can add milk to it, so she wonders how anyone can drink it black. She's not exactly a good judge on this topic.]

Then again, I think my brother actually drinks the canned stuff, so maybe I'm the weird one for not liking it.
emerald_mirror: (I was born from original sin)

[personal profile] emerald_mirror 2021-03-02 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I hear that's the way it goes. You walk off, and you might be back where you were! Family, memories, all that good stuff! But then when you come back here, it's like static. Whatever might've happened...who knows?" He shrugs. "But I've been here since the last time you were here...whenever that was."

Xander might try to check a calendar, if he could find one on the train.

"Yeah, I'm Xander. I'm sorry, I don't remember your name. Just the ears. You're a kitty lady. But that's kind of rude..." He trails off and lifts his hands up, letting her pull him up, though he does help. Man she's strong too, though! He can't help but bounce and flare his wings a little to keep his balance.

"There might be some cookies I baked left in the kitchen, too." Beats sitting around here getting brief, base acknowledgement at best from the train. If that.
swansongs: (Let's face it I blew it you waited)

I!

[personal profile] swansongs 2021-03-02 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Dyme was not usually too far from the kitchen on any given day, even if he couldn't cook to save his life. There was plenty of food that didn't need cooking and he liked to snack.

He should have expected to see Bu-- Soldat, in the kitchen; that was where he'd been the first time they'd met, after all, but he was still a little surprised. He lingered just inside the doorway for a moment, watching Soldat work and listening to the music. After a moment, he finally spoke up.

"One, are you planning on feeding the entire train? Two, damn that sounds like some old music. I don't even think my dad listens to music like that." He was joking, and in case it wasn't clear, he smiled. "Also, is that...a tiny ghost?"
swansongs: (To what I said)

5C

[personal profile] swansongs 2021-03-02 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Dyme wrinkled his nose for a moment before crossing his arms.

"It's kind of hard to make demands around here," he said. "It's more about negotiating." Not that he had a top bunk himself; he was perfectly happy with his bottom bunk, but still.
shitcopper: (if you say so bub)

[personal profile] shitcopper 2021-03-02 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ea-nasir gives a shrug even as the naked lady clasps her hand. That was nice. She shoved that thought aside. "It's not so much that I prefer to be called Caster as it is that my real name is supposed to be secret. A secret immediately spelled out on the door."

She lets out a dramatic sigh that she ditches once a bed is gestured to.

"I can deal with a top bunk though. So long as I don't have to sleep with one eye open, it'll be an improvement from where I come from."
ourtomorrow: (serious)

1/2

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2021-03-02 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Right. [ The train moves up? But he'd better not ponder when he's been advised to move instead. Ken takes a nearby seat, pulling Wormmon up with him.

Okay, now he can ask. ]
What did you m---
ourtomorrow: (DGMN02bd_EP35_6433)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2021-03-02 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ AND THEN

VERY ABRUPTLY

HE KNOWS ]
dreamtamer: (pic#14400439)

Platform (Here We Go Again)

[personal profile] dreamtamer 2021-03-02 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
As usual, Takato had come out to explore the platform with Guilmon.

He has just enough time to think that that sounded awfully familiar before he's being knocked down.
ourtomorrow: (attention)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2021-03-02 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nerve-wracking? Is that how he would put it? Ken turns to the woman. ]

You feel it, too?

[ Wormmon can feel the train beginning to pick up speed. He clings to Ken's pant leg.

This is absolutely so he can anchor Ken-chan in place like a tough, reliable partner and in no way because he's terrified. Yep. ]
miseris_socios: (blankly)

[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-03-02 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He watches as the guy finds out just what he means.]

Anyway... your... um. Friend? Said Ken-chan... my name's also Ken.
ourtomorrow: (DGMN02bd_EP37_19956)

better than departure bowling pins

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2021-03-02 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ WHOA hands, touching. Ken doesn't have time to stiffen in surprise before he's dragged into a seat - and in the nick of time, from how this train appears to be gaining momentum.

He opens his mouth to confirm that she'd done this for his own safety, and to thank her, when she asks her question and his brow furrows. ]


I'm.....Ichijouji Ken, yes....?

[ Wormmon hops up into his lap and turns around to look at the girl. Nope. He doesn't recognize her either! ]
ourtomorrow: (scratch)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2021-03-02 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ DRAT she's right. Ken steps aside as requested, turning to indeed look - and then... ]

Ah, he's...

I'm a Digimon.

[ Wormmon has never had to pretend to be a stuffed animal so Ken can go out in public, because going out in public would imply his partner had a life. Hah! ]
blue_ice: (rainy day)

crashing down (xander, seto, & siebren - closed)

[personal profile] blue_ice 2021-03-02 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
It hasn't been an easy day for Seto either. His heart had dropped when their names hadn't been restored to their team colors...and then, just as he feared, they were gone. Daia and Nita. He'd stood on the platform with clenched fists, just barely containing himself.

After a quick shower to wash away the humidity from outside, he retreated to his favorite haunt: the spa car. He sunk into the bath, half-curled into a ball...and chose to lose himself in thought. One of his last talks with Daia had been here...and then there was Nita. They'd talked anywhere, anytime.

He'd promised to fight to find everyone again after all this, but what could he do with what little he knew about the void? So he sat there, knees drawn to his chest, arms loosely folded over them, head bowed. The feeling was, if any one word described it, empty.

Seto remained that way for a while, oblivious to anyone coming or going.
ourtomorrow: (huh?)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81DvNJKed9w

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2021-03-02 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Aaaaand THWUNK.

Wormmon is still disoriented, turning in a circle all over whatever he's just landed on, when Ken comes running up: "Excuse us! Were you hurt?!"

All alarm and no recognition yet. A genius to the end.
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Dr. Patricia Tannis | Borderlands | OTA

[personal profile] sirentologist 2021-03-02 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Whyyyyy - Platform

Well. This is new. Not a planet she recognizes, that's for certain, and certainly not Sanctuary. And, ugh, so many people, milling around for no good reason. For her own part, Tannis just tries to ignore the rest of the people around her and stare at the train instead. Vaguely, she wonders what its name is, but she's a little more concerned about, oh, how exactly she'd ended up here. Seeing as she hadn't exactly noticed until she's just woken up standing here.

It's such an interesting problem, and somehow still very annoying. Her brain is already running around in little circles trying to figure out what happened, how to reverse engineer it, and why, exactly, she'd been abducted this time. There's not even a livestream, how is anyone supposed to know how incredible she is?

Ah, well. She can just glare in utter petulance, then.

"Oh, yes, let's all interrupt my research. It's certainly not as if I was in the middle of anything."

All for one, and one for science! - On the train: wherever

The more she sees of the train, the more Tannis is getting irritated. Not only are there too many people, but there's not even any semi-decent laboratory space. Nowhere to isolate and safely blow up a thing or two until she gets it right. Or just because she wants to see what will happen. Or what that thing is made out of. And oh, what does that thing do?

Wait. No getting distracted. She's supposed to be angry right now.

"Well, this is just entirely unacceptable. Honestly, it's like these people don't even know what civilization is." The fanciest place she's been in a long time, and there's not even so much as a bunsen burner. How utterly ridiculous.
Edited 2021-03-02 01:54 (UTC)
deage: (omgwtfbbq)

[personal profile] deage 2021-03-02 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, Haibara is... used to weird creatures. She's seen the pokemon. Conan even has one of his own now. But there's a big difference between those and this. ]

It talks!?
nutkrusher: (My Work Here Is Done)

Cookies

[personal profile] nutkrusher 2021-03-02 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd never say no to cookies," Cassie says.

She picks one up, holding it close to her nose.

"Not sure we've been introduced. I'm Cassie."
ourtomorrow: (DGMN02bd_EP23_35433)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2021-03-02 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
I see. [ Ken is not sure what to say to that. ]

Thanks for the warning - Ken-san.

[ Nailed it. ]
miseris_socios: (huh?)

Luggage

[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-03-02 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Ken looks up at Koumyou as he's digging through to find his own packages. He has something that looks like it's probably a book under his arm, but there's clearly something else he's trying to find. "... No idea. I'm looking for a... it's probably in a bag? Or a box..."
ourtomorrow: (but)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2021-03-02 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
...He does.

[ Before Wormmon can speak up and make this more complicated, though, Ken hurries to add: ] Please don't be frightened. He's not a threat.

[ Wormmon could add "unless you mean to mess with Ken-chan" to that, but since this is the approach his partner has chosen, he will respect it and stare in as innocent, harmless a fashion as he can.

This is not difficult. ]
miseris_socios: (ah...)

[personal profile] miseris_socios 2021-03-02 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles a little bit.]

It's... um. It's fine. Don't worry about it. ... Do you know where you're staying?
herarrows: (Bonded)

Luggage

[personal profile] herarrows 2021-03-02 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Selenay isn't expecting mail this time, though she's still rather happy about her package from the last platform, but she still gets curious, and wanders her way into the luggage car, idly wandering around until she hears a familiar voice calling out to what she can only imagine is another package and she has to laugh a little bit.

"We have got to stop meeting like this."
ourtomorrow: (DGMN02bd_EP42_14073)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2021-03-02 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
It said on the ticket.

[ Wormmon says this to Ken....er......to the Ken whose lap he's occupying, who pulls said ticket out to check. So he even has a bunk. The train prepared a place just for him and Wormmon. It's important that they be here. Of all the people he knows, no one else but him.

Why?

He reads off: ]
Cabin 4B.
firewalled: (Just digging my grave)

[personal profile] firewalled 2021-03-02 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Train Platform

So it's another stop with another crowd of people, huh? Rich is pretty much used to this by now, so he doesn't bat an eye as he steps out onto the platform. Some of the people disappearing into the fog he's sad to see go, but he hopes that the fog leads them back home, at the very least.

Either way, he knows the ropes, so he sits tight as the train is closed off, wandering around and looking for newcomers. If anyone looks like they need a hand, he approaches with a warm smile and his own hand extended.

"Yo. Do you need anything? I think the train's gonna be closed at least a couple more minutes."

Luggage Cart

Rich only winces a little bit to see his full name on the ICP screen. He could try to convince the stupid train to call him Rich again, but he knows that's a waste of time, and he also is too wound up about the need to check on his packages to bother being upset. He races over to the cart, and after a bit of rummaging, he finds his guitar case, a piece of tape with his name scrawled on it making it clear it's for him. He beams as he lifts it out and... yep, it's his. Same Blink 182 sticker on the side, same little faded neon stars marking chords... It's even got the same scratches along the edges of the body and his camo guitar pick tucked under the strings.

"Now I'm really the rising star of the hell train, huh?" He chuckles to himself, maybe striking a few poses with it.

Closed To Jack

Of course, that's not his only package. And when he's done with the goofing off, he finds his second rucksack. He tries to make sure no one's in the room before he opens it... the sight of the green bottle nearly makes him sick, but the red ones ease the rolling in his stomach quickly enough. Though looks like some of these are Code Red, which is pretty much useless, and what's this?

"Ew. The fuck is Pitch Black? I didn't know they made this kind. Don't even wanna know what'd happen if I drank these."