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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!
Dellaaa ♡ Yes, truly applause-worthy
Is it worth the risk?
A cursory glance around reveals..! A pencil. Okay. Maybe just maaaybe he can use it to reach the treat?
Mono slides the pencil out a little, testing the waters for a reaction. If none are forthcoming, he gives it a more determined push in an effort to try and spear it toward the 'fallen' food stuff.]
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After such a good meal, I need to exercise! Get those stretches in! Hup, hup!
[ After doing some fake arm stretches, she 'stretches' her legs, that is, gently nudging the muffin toward the pencil with her foot. ]
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He attempts to spear it with renewed confidence-- only for it to not lodge very securely. Huh? He's used to them being a lot denser?? The muffin crumbles around the entry point making the pencil trick difficult. But it's so close...
Giving in, Mono reaches to grabs a gob of it with his arm instead, exposing not just a brief flash of paper but a tiny sleeved hand.]
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... Okay, I'm gunna cut the performance art here. But, don't worry, I won't come any closer unless you're cool with it. So, eat up, and when you're ready, I can answer the bajillion questions you've got about this place.
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But the things he is hearing. The verbal snippets he has been catching. They... they aren't just in his head, are they? He understands.
One bite of the sweet fluff is all it takes before Mono is shoveling it down greedily. He is getting his hands and bag sticky but it doesn't even matter. Nothing else matters right now.
Mono is already trapped. He can't get out of this corner any better than he could get out of...
Of... The tightness in his throat makes swallowing the next piece harder.]
"...You talk."
[No one 'big' talks.]
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[ Technically, she's not wrong. But yay, HE can talk! She's so happy he's choosing to talk with her! Progress, progress, progress!!! ]
I get that a lot. I guess out of all the worlds here, mine's a pretty big oddity. Oh well.
[ Off-hand shrug. ]
In fact, some would say getting me to shut up is the real challenge.
[ There, humor!!! That'll help, right???? ]
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"People don't talk." [He corrects. Unsure how else to explain. It's a struggle to find the right words. His voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, rusty from disuse.]
"Ever." [Except on the telly. Mono parsed words from there before; strange echoes of old broadcasts lost in the airwaves.
He wants a better look. He can't get that if he stays in the dark like this. Della gets her wish as a small bag-wearing kid in a red-voidtrecker hoodie finally creeps out to look at her at last. There is muffin absolutely all over him.]
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her
goodness.
HE'S SO TINY AND ADORABLE.
Della makes an squealing sound, having to bite down on her fingers to stop the huge urge to scoop him up in her hands. HE'S SO WIDDLE. But, no! Must fight the cute! He could be a grown-ass man for all she knows! Different worlds, different rules about everything!
She swallows hard, struggling to regain control of her senses. Deep breath. Be cool.]
Phewww... uh, yeah! You're gunna find a lot of things here are different than what you're used to. We can all talk here! Some of us more than others.
My name's Della Duck. What's yours?
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Well. She certainly isn't what he expects. Not that he ever quite knows what to expect, mind you. Perhaps that's what makes it easier to digest how much of a departure she is from everything he has ever known. He makes no move to approach any further, the distance she keeps is just enough to keep him from retreating back.]
"Delll-ah." [Mono drawls, like it's a new and unfamiliar sound his mouth has never had to make before. He counts to 1 on his hand and shows her.]
"Mono." [Definitely not a full-grown man here.]
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Keep taking deep breaths. Must control... ]
It's nice to meet you, Mono. Welcome to the train!
I know things must seem pretty scary, but you'll make a lot of friends here. Me included, if you want!
Sorry Della, he'll come around ;; (with less ANGST I swear. Getting it all out early) You done good
No. Mono shakes his head, looking at Della and taking a step back. No, he can't.
Sorry Della. Not yet.]
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Ack! No, no, no, it's okay! I'm sorry! We don't have to be friends, we don't have to be anything! Shoot, I...
[ She pats herself down, trying to think of what she can give him as an itty-bitty handkerchief or tissue... but she doesn't really carry those types of things on her person to begin with. Thiiink... Oh!
She rolls up her sleeve and plucks off one of her feathers. She knows getting in his personal space now would be a big no-no, so she just blows on the feather, hoping it'll drift in his direction. ]
Here, uh... you can use this to wipe up your face. Or whatever.
You can bet he'll be looking to make it up to her later
That's enough conversation for today. Mono gives Della one last silent look before slipping back in under the seat. At least the train will be running soon if the distant horns are anything to go by. Getting him on it was step 1? Progress.]
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... Take your time with everything, Mono. When you're ready, we'll be here for you.
... Enjoy the muffin.
[ With her hands in her pockets, she walks off. ]