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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!
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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She goes back to her munching. "I don't mean the missions." She's read a little bit of the info that's available. But just a little. She's been too impatient, too restless, for reading. "I mean, at the end of it. It's gotta be going somewhere, right?"
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But he doubts they know. Seems like something that big they'd bring up.
While that's simmering he goes about sandwich assembly. They're not going to be perfect by a mile. Maybe a little too cheesy, even.
"I didn't really come in much of a spot to give a rat's ass about someone else's boss fight even if I was gonna get dragged along with it. I guess I really ought to, huh?"
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"To be honest, it's not gonna make much of a difference to me." She still doesn't understand how she's even alive. "But I don't like the idea of having been signed up for something I don't know anything about." Not again. Even if the first time, she signed the contract herself. She can't even say something like, at least I'm gonna be the only one to pay the price this time.
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"Oh, I hate that too. It's some bullshit. You're not wrong."
He puts the first grill cheese in the skillet, leaning against the counter and motioning with a spatula. "So you were gettin' dicked over before you even showed up, huh? What happened?"
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She watches the movement of the spatula closely.
"I screwed up," is what she settles on, "and got myself killed. Or, I thought I did, anyway. I don't get this place, but it isn't heaven or hell. Still, there's no way I shoulda survived that."
If her Soul Gem was still tainted... that'd be one thing. But it's clear. None of it makes any sense.
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It's not funny at all. But he tells her outright, just so she knows. "A few of us died. But there's a lot more people here that come from situations where they was livin', healthy, perfectly fine. So it's more complicated than any kind of afterlife... and hell, I don't know why I'd get stuck in some Terran train afterlife nohow. What kinda list mix-up is that?"
At least grilling the sandwich gives him something else to look at for a bit. "Dumbasses at the crossroads cain't even get it right."
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Kyoko is quiet again... or, almost. She's still eating those chips. But Yondu grouching is something she can work with — is close to comfortable, even.
"Somebody's definitely slacking," she agrees, forcing bravado up into her voice. That, at least, is easy. "Once we figure out who, we should beat their faces in."
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Talk of death, especially a kid's death (even if he doubts she thinks of herself as that) is such a heavy topic that being a dipshit is the safest place to hide.
"You come up with any, let me know."
He flips the sandwich one last time and puts it on a plate. "Go ahead an' cut this one how you like. Soup should be hot. Bowls over there, utensils over there." He points to where he's indicating. He'll make himself some too.
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"Detail is always good," she advises wisely. "But so's variety. Don't just stick with the foot in the ass thing. Talk about how you're gonna break all their fingers one by one or something."
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When he's finished up with his, he plates it, pours the last of the soup into a bowl, and sets aside the skillet and pan to be tackled by the next unfortunate dishwashing victim.
He doesn't have any particular way he likes his sandwiches, but he does seem to enjoy how, after he cuts this one, it strings cheese between the sides. Alien life has discovered a new joy in melted cheese this day.
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The cheerful topic of violence is completely derailed by chow time.
Her sandwich was the first one, so it's had time to cool down enough for her to pick up and bite into. The cheese pulls, trailing between her mouth and the sandwich, and she makes a noise of surprise. Happy surprise.
"'S good," she manages around her mouthful. After sandwich has been reduced to mush, she adds, "Way better than the chips."
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It's good but he has to muscle through it.
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Kyoko tries not to laugh, she really does. But...
"Bahahahaha."
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"Don't blame me. This is American food." She refuses to take responsibility for the Americans.
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"Pretty sure more of y'all young folks are Japanese than American, though. At least the ones I met."
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She doesn't think there are actually any guys at any crossroads, but she doesn't know where else to put the blame. This is easier.
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"Not even the foggiest. What country is this train most like to you? I know it's Terran, but-"
He trails off. Is this an American or European train full of Japanese kids, gods, and aliens?
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Sandwich is gone, crusts and large crumbs and all, so she just has the soup to finish up. She tilts the bowl back to drain the rest of it in one go.
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And then he burps because he's a classy space pirate.
He puts the bowl in the sink, leaving his pile of mess for the non-heathens to deal with. "Well, to be honest it's one of the fanciest places I been, too. I just don't want the assholes at the crossroads to start feelin' all proud of themselves from me sayin' so."
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"A place can be all nice and still suck." So far, the train hasn't been so bad. But Kyoko doesn't trust that it'll hold out. "They can be proud of themselves all they want, it still won't stop us from kickin' their asses."
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"I know that seems like some shit, but if you see a pretty pink girl around the greenhouse, that one ain't alien, and them plants got reasons for likin' her."
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"Eeeehh...?" Kyoko's questioning noise is low pitched and skeptical. "Keep us from doing stuff? Like what? Are there some stupid rules here or something?"
What will she do, if -- when, apparently -- she meets a god? It's... weird to think about. Uncomfortable.
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He finds a toothpick in one of the kitchen drawers, using them to dig at his sharp teeth between talking. He can't really help it. He could probably wait til he was in private, but at this point he doesn't care.
The joy of a maw like his.
"An' when I say pink by the by... I mean pink like I'm blue."
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Kyoko can't help the way her eyes linger on Yondu's teeth as he works on getting the cheese out of them. It's her first good look at them, and she's... well, she's curious.
"But we have a bedtime? Are you kidding me? That's so stupid."
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