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A New Platform [Intro Post April]
On the Train
Once again passengers are awoken by the morning announcement.
"Good morning passengers, it is day Sixteen 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 after lunch. A lunch that may be a bit sparse: between the big eaters and the stress bakers, the stores have been stretched thin the last two weeks.
"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 steam is thin, with blue skies seen above. The sun shines brightly down, warm light pooling on the platform.
As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing as they walk silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers: Cassie Lang, Glorfindel, Jessie Custer, Olivia, Paddra Nsu-Yeul, S’reee, Thea Queen, Wei Wuxian.
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, open, with a vine-covered wall stretching high either side of the barrier. 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 eighteen 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 doors close behind them.
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'). The store rooms have been restocked with fresh ingredients, including plenty more tomatoes.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. There is a suitcase stocked with spare wash kit items, for those who are running low as well as a box labelled Do Not Use Yet that is full of small 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 who are making the most of the sunshine. 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 Sixteen 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 after lunch. A lunch that may be a bit sparse: between the big eaters and the stress bakers, the stores have been stretched thin the last two weeks.
"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 steam is thin, with blue skies seen above. The sun shines brightly down, warm light pooling on the platform.
As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing as they walk silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers: Cassie Lang, Glorfindel, Jessie Custer, Olivia, Paddra Nsu-Yeul, S’reee, Thea Queen, Wei Wuxian.
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, open, with a vine-covered wall stretching high either side of the barrier. 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 eighteen 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 doors close behind them.
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'). The store rooms have been restocked with fresh ingredients, including plenty more tomatoes.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. There is a suitcase stocked with spare wash kit items, for those who are running low as well as a box labelled Do Not Use Yet that is full of small 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 who are making the most of the sunshine. 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!
Kitchen
[ As he learned before - thanks Zagreus - apparently not everyone knows how food is typically eaten. ]
Do you need something to eat?
Re: Kitchen
But. One cannot steal a person's security on an empty stomach. (Well, one could, but it'd be annoying.) So Bakura turns, having satisfied herself re: the location of all the sharp objects in this area, with a slit of a grin. ]
If you're offering.
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[ It's not the first time he's come upon someone who needs help in the kitchen, not by a long shot. He doesn't even consider himself that talented in the cooking department. ]
Let's see what's in the fridge then. [ He opens the door. ] Any dietary restrictions?
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[ That "fridge" is the only thing Bakura HASN'T examined in this bizarre food storeroom - it called to her the most, so she had been saving the best for last. Doesn't surprise her that it was additional storage -
But the waves of cold wafting out of it? She immediately sees the use. The appeal.
This really is a moving tomb. A feast fit for a king has been carefully preserved! ]
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Specifically? [ He considers a moment. ]
The basics are that there is a small tank of gas in the back of the fridge. The gas travels up through these coils that lower the temperature and it changes into a liquid. The warm energy disperses in the back, and that liquid goes through a part called an expansion valve which turns it back into a vapour. It's the reaction of turning from gas to liquid and liquid back to gas that causes the gas to get cold.
[ He taps the inside wall. ] Behind these panels is where those parts are, they're covered up so you can't see them. So when that vapour comes in, it absorbs the warm gas in the fridge and sends it back down to the tank, or compressor if you will. It's a series of mechanical and chemical transformations that changes the temperature. That happens constantly because it's a cycle, so as long as the fridge works, your food remains cold.
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[ Liquid to gas, and back again.....? Bakura strokes her chin, peering into the chilled container. An eternal loop of transformation? ]
Ain't that some handy alchemy.
[ Keeping fresh and chilled all of this - look, okay, it's probably food given the theme of this particular portion of the 'train', but she only recognizes like a handful of the shit in here. The garlic was half because 1) she likes garlic 2) she likes freaking people out by eating garlic 3) what the FUCK is half this shit. ]
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I'll stir fry this stuff, and make some rice. [ He gestures at the rice cooker. ] Which should make for a decent enough filling meal. We can put garlic in it, if you like that. I've also got some hot sauce if that's more your speed.
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Try me.
[ If she's going to eat weirdo future train food, there's no way in Hell she's doing it halfway! ]
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[ He smirks like he approves, fortunately it came in a regular kit and wasn't super hot, but hot enough. He set about getting a pan on the stove and putting the meat in first while he cut up vegetables and started the rice. He's efficient if nothing else. ]
It's orange team's turn to cook this month anyway.
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What?
Anyway. Intel. ] I'd love to pay my respects to the king.
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[ He sighs a little as he continues to move about, the actions of cooking well-practiced at least, it should be tasty. ]
Chores show up on the information panels, it's a rotation by team. That would be the colour you're wearing, denotes the team you've been assigned to. You don't have to go with them for missions, but you were given one anyway.
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[ Okay, the best color is gold, because that's how all worthwhile treasure gleams. But beyond that? Yeah. Red all the way.
This guy's wearing orange, though. ]
So what, you're - my rival?
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[ He shakes his head at her question. ] Not at all. We're all one big community here, it's just that when missions are assigned the teams are all given different things to do.
Red seems to be more combat oriented. Orange is more along the line of repairs and technology since I am a non-combatant. That doesn't mean there aren't some on the other teams, but I think orange has a good deal of them where the others may not.
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[ She's gonna have to chuckle to herself for a little while at the idea of being "one big community", though. That's one of the funnier things she's heard today.
It would have been the funniest but it's really fucking hard to top whatever that musical number on the platform had been. ]
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[ She wouldn't be alone in that, but Senku believes it, if nothing else. He's a bit of an optimist, just a low-key one.
He drops the vegetables in with the meat and stirs, salt and pepper. It'll be simple but hearty. ]
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[ That's starting to smell good....
Bakura continues to enjoy her private joke and then, as brightly as she can: ]
So what's a "scientist"?
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Science being subjects like biology, which is the study of living things, physics which is the subject of matter and everything around you, chemistry which involves the composition of different items. Each one branches off into several sub-specialties and while most people choose one and stick with it, I spent a great deal of time studying all of them.
[ He just didn't have any other interests really... ]
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[ Who doesn't get insulted by the truth, apparently, no matter how cheerfully she attempts to be a jerk about it. Oh well! She had fun trying, that's what matters.
Bakura watches the beginning of the plating with interest. "Rice" is a grain, huh? ]
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[ He's not easily offended, and it's kind of true. By the time he's done with that, his mixture should be just about done and he scoops it onto the plate next to the rice.
He offers the plate to her and then with a little sparkle out of nowhere, from a hand that has a ring of sorts on it, appears a bottle of hot sauce. ]
You can try some of this, but I'd recommend you go easy to start.
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Bakura grins, accepting the bottle with one hand and the plate with the other. ] Why, thank you.
[ It's tempting to chug the bottle directly, but she's just as interested by the food proper, so (after figuring out how the cap works on this bottle) she drizzles it all over her meal, then...
Starts shoveling the food into her mouth with her fingers. She's a messy but enthusiastic eater, and she's going fast enough that the hot sauce hasn't fully caught up with her.
Yet. ]
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Sure, no problem. Everyone has to eat something.
[ He shrugs like it's no big deal to be making food for random strangers. It's really not, there isn't that much to do on board. ]
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But then, once her taste buds have had a chance to note other things about this meal (damn GOOD meat, this "rice" stuff seems filling), the hot sauce hits. She doubles over the plate, gasping, a hand going to her throat--- ]
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Let me find you some milk, it'll kill the heat. [ He'll try not to laugh too much. ]
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This shit's AMAZING!
[ She's laughing even as she stuffs more handfuls (...mostly meat) in. ] You people do this to yourselves on purpose?! Doesn't even add flavor, it just burns....
[ Where's that bottle, she wants to add more. ]
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I do like the flavour, but I also enjoy the heat.
[ Yes, yes he does it on purpose. He even enjoys it. He can appreciate her sentiment. ]
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