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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!
its_dad_sanzo: (eyecon)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2021-03-04 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, there's different focal lengths and shutter speeds, and all kinds of weird modes..."

Right now, it's not pointed at much of anything, the priest beeping and booping at the buttons beside the little LCD on the back, going through menus.

"It's really quite something!"
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[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-03-04 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure there is, but there's probably someone else you'd like to photograph." Senku said, a bit sarcastically.
its_dad_sanzo: Ibun-era (ha ha we may be fucked)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2021-03-05 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
"But you're right here!"

Can't refute that logic, can you Senku?
10billionpercent: (Avoiding Emotions)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-03-05 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not going to lower my book, I can sit like this all day." Senku retorted.

"I don't like having my picture taken."
its_dad_sanzo: (ha ha Ukoku you're awful - no really)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2021-03-06 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you trying to challenge a Buddhist priest to a contest of patience?" Koumyou asks with a laugh, "Besides, I already got a picture of you."
10billionpercent: (This Is So Exciting)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-03-06 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"3719 years." Senku answered, and peered around the book to shoot only the briefest glimpse of his eye. "I can wait."

In a blink it was gone again. "I don't know why you'd want one."
its_dad_sanzo: (crown)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2021-03-07 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Koumyou's still not even pointing the camera at him, still poking around in the settings with the lens aimed down at his knees.

"Yes, but you didn't have a choice for those 3719 years. You do now. This seems a silly hill to die on."
10billionpercent: (Avoiding Emotions)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-03-07 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"No one ever said I wasn't stubborn." Senku retorted. "I can be very patient, when I want to be."

That was true, as long as he had something to do to distract with. If he was just sitting there, he absolutely could not keep still for very long.
its_dad_sanzo: (playing chess)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2021-03-07 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, have fun with that, then," Koumyou certainly doesn't feel like going anywhere, he's pretty comfortable where he is, seated with the camera in his hands and the manual open beside him. He thumbs through said manual for a moment. "I have a bunch more parts to figure out. Like, something called an 'ISO'... which I think has to do with light?"

He flips to another page, and chuckles.

"I suppose I could just light up whatever I want with the sutra, but that seems a little frivolous even to me."
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[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2021-03-08 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"My cellphone automated settings." Senku answered, turning a page. "So I'm really not much of a camera expert. I know how to build one...then I'm out."

He hummed. "There's a reason why the reporter takes all of the pictures in the village."