A New Platform [Intro Post March]

[voidtreckermods]

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!

Comments

[philosopherspotato]

"I told you that!" Though despite the words, she doesn't sound annoyed or anything. More like the question is just silly. "To make people happy..! That's all it is!"

Wherever the energy is it's...apparently really just in there, somewhere. A cuddly walking battery...

"What are mages like for you..?" The mages back home are kind of boring, but she won't say that yet.

[sciencegirl]

But how is that possible! Its tiny body holds so much power! And all it is meant for is to be... cute? If it has no powers, is 'making people happy' a talent and not an ability? How can-

And then Entrapta remembers something very important. Intensely important. That some inventors are just insane and do things because they can. She's really no different. She's done that plenty of times.

"My planet is inherently magic. Princesses like me need naturally channel magic from the planet, but they uses hexes, wards, potions, all kinds of things! They create their own sources to Etheria's magic! Or... do you mean what kind of people they are? Because most of them seem nice."

Most of them. Entrapta's not the best judge of character? But ShadowWeaver was truly awful. Though she knows more through Catra's emotional outbursts than her own experiences.

[philosopherspotato]

It really do be like that sometimes, apparently.

"A magic planet..." Potato is pretty sure she's heard about this before. "Oh!! Earth was magic!! ...It's still magic, but not as magic now- but that's where I get all the magic, from the air!" she cheers, nodding furiously. "Most mages have to use stuff with their um...Magic circuits, like what I have- I can't do magic stuff, but they can I guess. They're just using their magic though..."

Essentially, Granny used a similar soul-wiring deal to gather instead of create. Neat. But!

"Mnhh...a lot of the mages are snobby..." Potato admits, her face melting into a thoughtful pout. "...They all talk about things like being better than the other, or how important their names are, or their ideas... ...I don't think Granny likes them, but she never said, because she wanted me to decide on my own I think..."

[sciencegirl]

"Most of our sorcerers aren't like that. Most of them are like me and want to learn. They just do it in a different way." With that notable exception of ShadowWeaver.

She reaches out with her real hand and boops Potato between the ears. Complete with a spoken, "Boop" sound effect. Texture confirmed as soft.

"Now that is fascinating. Sorcerers on my world learn their skills but Princesses have them naturally endowed with a sort of conduit system to harness the power of their Runestones and the planet's magic. Hmmm... Note to- oh, darn. I don't have Sandra with me. I'll have to actually write it down."

Two locks branch out of her hair, one pulling her journal out of god knows where, and the other actually starting to write.

[philosopherspotato]

"Hohhhhh..." Well, she can't really comment, so she just sort of squishes under the boop and listens.

"Sandra?" she asks, watching Entrapta write down her notes.