voidtreckerexpress | peer over the edge; [Open]

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peer over the edge; [Open]

Who: Casper and whoever finds him!
Where: All around the train.
When: Kazoo, between platform and mission. Let me know if there's a specific time you need for a thread.
What: Casper's settling into train life... with one exception.
Warnings: Second prompt deals with a PTSD-related panic attack, please mind the warnings.

[Kitchen]

Casper's a semi-decent cook. He got used to making food just appear in Liminal Space, but there's always been something nice about combining ingredients yourself to make something. He's working on a big batch of the bolognese, cooking the veggies and checking the meat to make sure it's done all the way.

Bob sits on a stool nearby, looking like he's supervising. He looks a little awkward, perched there, but it's better than potentially clawing the counter. There's a lot of waiting with this recipe though, so it's easy to catch him doing nothing and staring off into space.

[Stores] [CW: panic attack, PTSD, flashbacks to sexual assault]

With that dish done, Casper heads into the stores to see what he can make from the rest of the stuff that's around. He shifts something aside and freezes, looking at the shelf.

It's not a crab, he knows it's not, but the legs... the crawling thing that lives in the ocean... but he still drops the sesame oil he was holding as he stumbles back, falling down as he keeps staring at the prawns on the shelf. Bob rushes over and tries to shove the door closed with his head and body, but it's too heavy. Not knowing what else to do he flies over to the door that leads to the rest of the train, 'screaming' as loud as he can.

[Library]

Well that was a disaster. Casper flees to the area he'd always loved growing up - the library. He finished the fairy tale book he checked out before so he returns that one before poking around the library.

"There's... a lot of non-fiction, huh?" Bob caws from a nearby bookshelf, and Casper sighs. "Let's see if we can find another folklore book..."

[Training Gym]

Once the training gym is clear, Casper slips inside. He lines up a row of four dummies, but doesn't hit them for a bit. He swings a baseball bat around, does some punches and kicks, and does some quite impressive leaps, going a good six feet without breaking a sweat. Eventually he looks to Bob.

"Ready?" The bird caws and Casper's appearance shifts slightly, his hair suddenly much neater and some more of the baby fat gone from his cheeks. He's a few inches taller as well. He's also wearing a dark robe with dark lining that shimmers gold as he practically disappears from view, becoming a blur as he punches through two of the dummies before jumping back, reverting to his normal form and lifting a hand. As he brings it down, hail starts pounding down on the dummies, the whole area becoming covered in snow and sleet.

"... Whoops." Those dummies don't look so good, and it'll take a little bit for it to go back to normal.

[Woof]

A large husky is trotting down the halls of the train. How did it open the doors? How did it get on the train? Who owns it? It's unclear. He has scarring on the back of one of his legs and is slightly greying, but he's large and if he sees anyone who looks sad he will lie down near them.

[Wildcard]

[Want to find him somewhere else? Go ahead!]

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"'Sup. You checking out the selection?"

Tidus hadn't caught what was shared between Casper and Bob, but he does catch Casper in the library carriage as he means to pass through, his hair damp, and a light flush to his tanned skin from a recent shower. He flashes the guy a smile and a small tip of the head, slowing his walk through to see what he's up to -- not missing Bob either, a small, "Hey there," shared.

Casper pauses for a moment and just looks at Tidus. Damn, he's cute. He nods and shifts so Tidus can see he's in the area where the stuff about the Void itself is. "Hey. I'm just trying to see what's available. I don't have any of my books, so it's worth taking a look to see what's here. And I always like new books, anyway."

"Ohh yeah. I remember when we got this place." Tidus cocks his head, meaning the carriage itself. "People voted for it! Think they figured we'd get a bunch of books with it, but nope." His hands spread out.

Unfortunately, this was it. But then, it wasn't too bad, all things considered...

"What kind of stuff did you read in that Liminal Place? You have anything like a library there?"

"Guess we'll have to look ourselves. We did have a library... Leonardo made it, and I had a smaller one in my hall that was mostly books I've read. Unless you wrote it yourself or took the book from somewhere else, all you could make were books you'd read before."

As to what he read... "Aside from my own books, there were a lot of reports of previous missions, there were books on magic, there were a bunch of fantasy books because a lot of us are nerds... some tabletop roleplaying books, too. Most of the non-fiction was reports or magic books, yeah... I learned a little bit from that and then got someone to teach me more."

That makes Tidus hum, small and thoughtful as he looks at the bookcases near them.

"I guess that place and here...it's not so different in ways. People supporting each other, trying to get by."

At least, to a degree. Tidus couldn't imagine writing up a book himself though, but that was just him. He wasn't the creative type to remember enough to do it. Or to make a story up.

"What were the missions like anyway?" he decides to ask. Remembering: "You said they were months long? Were they on the same planet?"

"Usually around a month and a half. Let's see..." What was one of the less-traumatic ones? His brain goes blank for a minute before he settles on a few.

"There was one where we were helping steal cattle away from a big corporation that was keeping food from the people. It took so long because it was on Mars... not really a place that's great for life at times, and not a planet that's really very settled. Another one had us trying to help fight off monsters attracted by psychic energy called Nation-Eaters in a place where everyone had psychic abilities and help find old technology that would let the people there actually grow food again."

Hmm. "First one I wasn't myself, second one I was."

That's... really not different to what they'd do, is it. But definitely longer, and it's making Tidus wonder just how common this is - taking people from other worlds at random just to help another. Didn't Cassie tell him once her world's army was like that?

You just got signed up, no matter what. Tidus is frowning, a puzzled dip of his brow.

"You said something like that before, I think. How are you...not you? You said something happens in your heads?"

Did he? Tidus remembers talking about that weird time on that volcano syrup planet with them, but the details have gotten foggy with all the activity after.

"Yeah. It's kind of... like you get stuffed into the back of someone's mind and put to sleep. We figured out how to wake each other up, but you're not aware of who you are until someone wakes you up. Later once you're back in Liminal Space and out of that body you... remember what happened. Which can be... bad, depending on who you were riding along with."

He shudders a little bit. "You're not always put in one of the 'good guys', either."

It's hard to understand, but also in that intentionally screw way that mixes a grimace in with Tidus's frown as he even attempts to understand it.

"So you're sleeping in someone's head, and you remember...their memories? What they saw on the missions?" Actually, maybe even a bigger curiosity: "Was there a reason for it?"

Was it a screw-up? Why else would you end up in someone else's head for?

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