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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!
consider8: (Examine)

[personal profile] consider8 2021-03-09 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
Not as new as Soldat thinks, as she had been hiding away for about a month, but the sentiment is all the same. Or... perhaps they were referring to the chores? "Mmm. The cleaning is fine. In basic we were drilled with the proper care and maintenance of our tools and supplies. And I enjoy seeing things in their proper condition." She frowns a little at the sink. "...I'm just avoiding touching water as long as I can."

She doesn't mention the why, as she recalls Ichigo revealing to the entire train her weakness to water, and was pretty sure that was common knowledge now.
worthallthis: (squint)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2021-03-10 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Blame the mun, who somehow had it in her head Mimi was new, oops. The reveal of her weakness was, however, definitely before Soldat's time. So they look between her and the sink, and ask, "Whatever for?"
consider8: (Trou8led)

cw: graphic depiction of harm

[personal profile] consider8 2021-03-31 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Well... it was a good thing to mention, but she figured she'd show them. What was supposed to happen was she was just going to dip her hand into the water and show a small bit of water damage...

...but as the platters enter the water, they shift, causing her to instinctively try to correct the clatter from crashing to the ground. Both of her exposed hands enter the water for a few seconds as she corrects them. Eight gasps as she pulls them out, revealing that her hands have... lost their skin. Rather than show exposed muscles, her hands appear to have instead show hand-shapes of bright magenta liquid.

Her eyes are wide and she looks over at Soldat.

"...ah..."

"...this happens?"
worthallthis: (startled)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2021-04-01 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Jesus Christ!" Soldat darts over, much faster than an objectively large and metal-laced human ought to be able to go, and-- and stop, hovering. They're really, really not sure what to do there. They definitely herd her away from the water, tucking their hands under hers (not touching, just underneath them) as if to keep the liquid from leaking away and hitting the floor. "What the hell, a stack of dishes is not worth you getting hurt!"