voidtreckerexpress | A New Platform [Intro Post April]

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!

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{ Breakfast! }

It’s new people day so Peter’s at breakfast this morning. He looks much better than he did last new arrival day and far more awake. Did he sleep at all? He’s usually dead tired about this point. He had to have slept some, right? He’s sitting at the table with a cup of coffee loaded up with milk and sugar. He’s extra excited today because he’s got packages to grab once they get to the platform.

In the meantime though, as means to pass the time, Peter’s playing on his DS, frowning at the screen as he mashes buttons. “Oh shit!” He breathes, eyes wide. He pauses and then looks up at whoever’s at the breakfast table with him. “Uh… sorry.”

He should probably try to avoid cursing at the breakfast table. There are probably kids around.

{ Platform Arrival }

Still feeling antsy, Peter opts to take a quick shower just to pass a little more time. Unfortunately for him, the closed off room and sound of running water completely drowns out the sound of the warning for void departure meaning that he’s completely unprepared for it when the jolt hits and he slips before he can manage to catch himself.

“Fuck!” Peter curses as he manages to smack his face against the faucet.

Peter was in a good mood but that was before he lost a fight to the shower stall. There’s an ugly bruise just on the side of his left eye and he will absolutely not be talking about how it got there. It’s fine, it’ll heal in a few hours anyway. He’s out on the platform though, squinting through the crowds in search of a family face.

He rubs at the bruise on his eyes and ventures a little closer to greet the newbies.

{ Dressing Car. }

Peter’s back in his web hammock, playing on his DS and mostly avoiding people so he doesn’t have to explain his bruise to a single other person. It’s been a few hours though so it’s nearly completely faded away and he can face people again. There’s still the matter of giving Tony’s suit to him but he’ll do that after the bruise heals.

Platform

Oh come on!

Murphy looks down at his new clothes. He just got a nice new outfit! A new outfit! In the apocalypse! Do you have any idea how hard that is to do? Newmerica and all or whatever they're doing now. I mean, it's an exciting time. People are actually shaving and wearing make-up or doing what the hell ever again!

Yes, he appreciates that these clothes are clean. Does he appreciate suddenly being in them? No.

"Warren!" He shouts loudly. "Doc!? ...Did I get kidnapped all by myself again 'cause I hate that. Great." Well, they were off in their various new lives, doing their new things. They weren't anywhere near him, he suspects. But you know what? Sometimes when someone is kidnapped they hope their sort-of friends are there with them.

A second effort, and a psychic wave comes off him. A shout out for anything. Vanilla Zs. Blends. Talkers. Anything between. Nothing. But if he listens carefully, he could almost swear there's something else.

The Train

Murphy's found his 'item', a leather jacket worn over his hoodie with "Murphy's Limbo" written across the back. He's now examining the train starting with his car, his room, and moving down it. Occasionally dragging his red hand around the wall, draping himself over a piece of furniture, getting into cabinets. Just stopping in various cars and giving his own little critical appraisal.

"Well, it's a step up from being kept in storage crates or wearing a shock collar. We get pillows and everything. Like living in the lap of luxury."

"Who makes a library without a built-in encyclopedia from 1977? What are you going to use when you need something to burn in an emergency. You people need to be better prepared."

"Oh, that's cute. A rock garden. Specifically made for a glass house near you."

"Do they even have the good drugs here or are we- what is this new age shit? Is there even any lab equipment on this thing?"

His commentary is rarely wholesome and probably only occasionally welcome, but someone might catch him making some wry remark as he gives his catty inspection of his new 'home'. He was even starting to get used to being in the same place!

Food For Thought

When Murphy had gotten on, he'd found an item waiting for him in Luggage. Brown-paper wrapped, specifically labelled for him. He'd sniffed, held a comfortable weight in his hands, felt a familiar but unnervingly fresh give when he gave it a gentle squeeze.

And kind of figured that this wasn't exactly a thing that most people get? No, couldn't be. But while he could, you know, just leave it here and come back. Probably better to put it in the fridge or the freezer. That's where he takes it.

"This is a big refrigerator, I bet you could hide two dozen bodies in there." He calls from the door of the big storage to whoever else he hears in there. As he does, he looks at the brown paper wrapped parcel in his hands. "Seriously, where are they getting this food from? And more importantly, do they have tupperware in here?"

[OOC: Prose or brackets are good. Murphy comes with some warnings. The first time Murphy won't label the brain in the fridge, so it'll just be in there with no explanation.]

Back In His Own Skin

As soon as Yondu has the chance, he's in the luggage car picking up his packages. A few are easy to deal with. With the yaka metal, he can tuck a bar's worth in a coat pocket and stash the rest away in his cabin. Then he puts on the rest his Ravager uniform and he was 100% right about how it would feel. Freedom in clothing form. Like his true self, down the "flames", a metal badge on the left side of his coat.

He heads back off into the train to check in on people and hopefully avoid the platform 'cause he doesn't like explaining to people they got no choice in being here. After his history, it's not right. I tastes bad in his mouth to say it. Hates to be one of the people that plays along by it without more of a fight.

He'll let other people handle that bit. They're better at it anyway.

He walks with the faint, clinking rattle of some bars of yaka metal cut into strips, mostly meant as gifts for people he worries about or who have done right by him. A little goes a long way and he feels like he's holding a goldmine on his hands. Even his arrow felt like a rarity. In this he's got a whole big tribe's worth of hunting gear.

The very selfish, greedy part of him loves it, and right now it's overwhelming every other part. He's letting himself be a Ravager and a Centaurian. He's serving his crew and the tribe he's making in his own head. Sentiment, festering and deep, is coiling through him hatefully. It's going to take him out at the knees eventually. The only safe place he has to hide and just let it stew a little is in the Ravager perspective, in the hunter's view of things

Yondu'll go around and go find his people to check in on them. He's got a few other specific ones he wants to seek out because of that. If he sees any strays along the way, he'll try to set them straight.

( Koumyou is in his traditional Sanzo garb, as usual. Also I will match prose or brackets!)

Koumyou...

Koumyou just wanted pancakes.

Or at least, that's what he's making when he turns away from the stove for a second. When he turns back to it, the pan is on fire!

"Aaah! Oh no!"

Reacting with instinct instead of with his brain, the priest reaches toward the nearest sink, planning to just borrow some water out of the faucet spout with his chi--

This isn't the first time he's popped a pipe trying to get some water for a fire. The water comes bursting out of the side of a pipe in the shape of a long, sinuous dragon. But once the dragon is out, the water keeps spraying at full force through the hole left behind, geysering into the air.

And when the water dragon slams into the fire, it sends the hot pan and pancake batter skittering across the stove top, and--

Apparently it was a grease fire!

How?! With pancakes?! Who knows! But now the fire's all over the place, thanks to the water.

Koumyou just... stares, as water rains down and the fire burns merrily all around. "...O-oh, oh no."

Oh no indeed.

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This is... a scene to walk in on.

"Oh Shit!" Peter cries, not enjoying the thrumming of his senses alerting him that Hey! That's a fire! How did he manage to scorch the ceiling? He fire alarm chirps loudly and it's like it jolts right through him. Today just in not his day.

He grabs the fire extinguisher off the nearby wall and pulls the pin before aiming it at the dangerous flames.

She has heard all the swear words. She is aware that teenagers tend to use them. Even if that one's not in super common circulation around Lothal for whatever reason.

She's more concerned about the caf and the teenager, really. "Game not going well?"

Soldat is working merrily away when suddenly dragon and water and fire and what the fuck. They jerk that direction in alarm, scrambling to yank one of their several layers of shirts off to smother what fire they can reach. "What the hell, Sanzo!"

That was the biggest overkill they've ever seen for a simple burned pancake! And now there's a mess!

1. Platform

[One moment, Ray's with Emma and the other kids, freshly escaped from Grace Field House, and the next moment he's on...a train platform? With clothes he definitely was not wearing just a moment ago, surrounded by people he does not recognize. At first, he has to wonder if this is some sort of demon trap, but no. That doesn't quite make sense.

So for now, he's just going to step back, towards that wall and away from the crowd, as he tries to figure out what is going on.]

2. On the Train (Anywhere on the train, pick a car)

[Other people on the train might see a young boy, about twelve, with a large bandage on one ear and a neck tattoo reading 81194 wandering the train. That would be Ray, just trying to get his bearings and figure out the layout of this place so that he can at least have some idea of what the train is like. He doesn't like it of course, he doesn't like being trapped all over again right after having just escaped Grace Field, but he can at least get a start on looking around.

He won't approach anyone just yet, due to his being more focused on exploring for now, so anyone wondering about him will have to talk to him first.]

3. Sleepers (Closed to cabin 8-A)

[Eventually he has to make his way to his assigned cabin, 8-A. Eying his ticket, he lets himself in and picks a random unoccupied bed to drop his bag on. If anyone is in the room, whether they were already there when Ray arrived or if they arrive after him, they'll be greeted with a basic 'Hello' as he goes through his bag.]

He takes a sip of the coffee that's mostly loaded down with sugar and if she's willing to ignore his cursing then he's perfectly fine with that.

"Uh, no-not-I mean it's fine. I'm just down to my last bit of health and that took out more than I was expecting." He says before setting the mug down again. Should he be playing his DS at the breakfast table? Probably not. Aunt May would have a fit if she knew but she's not here and it's a nice distraction.

[Kyoko glances at him as he comes in and lets out a halfhearted groan.]

Aw man, I was enjoying only having to share space with the Doc. Eh, guess I couldn't avoid more roommates forever.

[Kyoko steps into the kitchen on the way to storage for a snack. Kyoko takes one look at this disaster. Kyoko turns right around and tries to leave.]

>>>PLATFORM<<<

Noctis has experienced enough platform arrivals to know what's going on. He knows what the train sounds like, and the people who've just arrived or wandered out to see who just arrived make the platform a confusing blur of colors.

He has no idea how he got out here.

He doesn't normally take his pack with him...really ever, as it's hardly needed. But he can feel it on his back, like it was when he'd first arrived--even though he doesn't recall even leaving in the first place.

"Wish someone would warn me about this shit," he grumbles, summoning his cane to make the trek back into the train.

>>>TRAIN, OUTSIDE 1:B<<<

"Dammit, what's up with this door?"

Noctis' ticket won't let him in what he's sure is his room. Furthest sleeper carriage, second cabin. But it isn't letting him in no matter how many times or ways he inserts the ticket or tries the door.

He could probably check the occupancy list, but that would be admitting defeat. Instead, he huffs and gives the cabin door a kick...and tries the ticket again. Once again, he's denied entry.

"I hope Reggie isn't stuck in there."

>>>WILDCARD<<<

Would you prefer to run into Noctis somewhere else? Or have him run into you? Feel free to start something!

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Willow was on her way back to her own room when she hears the grumbling, turning to see Noctis at the door. She's sure she's seen the man around before, but can't remember.

"Is everything alright, what's wrong with your ticket?"

She's definitely never known a ticket to deny access to someone's room if it's theirs.

Eva had wandered out onto the platform with only a vague interest in seeing if there was any variation from her own experience at the last 'station', but Ray managed to catch her attention, and she stared at him, openly appraising, for a good twenty seconds before she headed over for a greeting.

Well, 'greeting.'

"Not a lot to work with, is it?"

Here! Comes! A! Dog!

Yondu's going around looking for people, and he just so happens to be facing the direction Bean the mabari is coming from. He's bounding down the hall at almost full-tilt, barking happily (and loudly), and making a few people jump out of his way to avoid being run over.

Bowling for people, as it were.

Think fast!

But when Bean catches sight of Yondu, he actually sliiiiiiides to a halt, coming to a stop a few dog-lengths short of either impact or zipping past him. The giant dog -- 4'4" at the top of his head -- tilts said head to one side.

Inquisitive whine?

Ah, sunlight- now there’s been something missing from the past few platforms. And if it’s only for a few hours, then one must take advantage as one can.

Armed with a book and some odds and ends from the kitchen, Zelda heads out to find an unobtrusive patch of ground where she can sit for a little while. How much reading is she getting done? Probably not much - but for now, sitting and soaking in the light is more than enough.

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I. Platform

Senku wasn’t the most bouncy person, but he was really dragging himself outside now. He was kind of worn out, more emotionally than physically, but he also hasn’t been sleeping outside the enforced sleep and he’s tired. Droopy.

He yawned a bit, for the purpose of going out to meet people he was in an orange shirt and his black pants.

“Hey, welcome.” He said. This was progress on his social skills, really.

When he was done greeting people, before leaving, he would stand aside and look around for someone, pointing at them.

“I need a spotter. Just...watch me.” Senku said before he unclipped his SCA and took it off without waiting for a response.

[ Note: If you choose the SCA option, please indicate what language your character speaks because Senku does not have translation services right then. ]

II. Dragging Feet & Shopping Time!

Senku was probably in the way. The thing was, the train was super, annoyingly long, he was tired and he already walked slow.

So he was kind of holding things up. It might be best to walk around him.

Eventually, though, he’d make it so he could pick up his shopping. He had a lot of shopping to pick up.

III. Senku Loves to Work

He happened to, today, be working on some bone in the training gym. As he works with this big piece, it was going to be an axe when he was done.

He was open to interruption though, glancing up whenever people came by, as though he were a bit jumpy.

IV. Resting…?

Senku wasn’t one for typically resting but by then he was really running out of steam. He’d gotten his clothes from home and he was curled up in the standard car on one of the seats, with his nose in a book.

His eyes may or may not have been fluttering.

His outfit from home was a very well worn, soft deerskin tunic of sorts which definitely made him look like he lived in the wilderness somewhere. Stained into the left chest was the equation E=MC2. His clothes looked like they’d been through a good deal, but they didn’t smell terrible or anything like that. If one were to pinpoint what the subtle scent was, it was a lot closer to a mixture of campfire, chemicals and nightshade of all things.

On Senku's lap was a tiny, pink kitten with two tails, carefully guarding his owner, maybe doing his part to keep Senku in one place and seated, finally. Orion might have had a feeling that Senku needed it.

[Feel free to Wildcard at will.]

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Platform:

'Here we go, time for the big finish.' 'Hell yeah!'

These are the last words Panther remembers hearing between the quiet whir of the elevator she'd been on. She can remember taking one last look at her friends faces, all looking more determined than ever to finish their mission. The grand finale to their journey that was about to end with a bang. Unfortunately, though, that's not what's happening right now. No, there's a white haze... is this the mist from earlier? No... not mist. This is steam.

Ann groans as she comes to, squinting a bit as her eyes adjust to the light, and for a split second she wonders if the last few hours have been nothing more than a terrible nightmare. That can't be true, because she feels exhausted, her pulse is still elevated -- and she's no longer in a red catsuit and mask. As she looks down at herself, she's in an admittedly comfortable purple hoodie and cargo pants, and almost immediately she stiffens.

This has got to be some sort of ridiculous mind game. Some sort of trick to throw them off again. Her head snaps up and away from her new ensemble, instead looking out among the small sea of unfamiliar faces -- faces who are not glued to their phones and mumbling to themselves. An improvement, yes, but something is not right.

She's not too focused on that right now, though, because her attention is grabbed by what appears to be a train of all things. As it pulls up and opens, all Ann can do is just. Stare.

"What the hell is going on?"

Train and Departure:

Once safely inside, Ann's still just as confused as ever, still just as tense as a bow because there is no way that she is going to trust any of this. She's almost positive that none of this is real, that this is just some shitty trick to throw her -- to throw the Phantom Thieves off guard, and yet, the ICPs, the chattering, and the sudden jolt of the train as it begins its departure feels just as real as it would if she were getting on one of the trains in Shibuya.

Quickly taking a seat, she looks... lost, to say the least, as the train begins to move. Every now and then, she looks up from the pamphlet she's swiped, looking around for familiar faces or just anyone that may seem friendly enough in general.

General Exploration:

Once she's gotten her bearings a little bit, Ann's making her way ~~down town, walking fast, faces pass and she's homebound~~ through the various cars. The kitchen being one the first stops she makes, although she doesn't stay long. As much as she loves food, she can't really cook that well and really, she just doesn't trust it. Yet. She's going to wait until she doesn't have a choice in the matter, but it doesn't stop her from having a looksie.

Naturally, her next stop is the dining carriage -- again, not here for a snack, no. She's rifling through things quietly, mostly keeping an eye on the cutlery; she's not really looking for makeshift weapons, though. She's squinting down into a drawer in fact, mumbling something about needing scissors. Something about making 'this stupid outfit cute'. Maybe help a girl? With that? ~~Or try to discourage it, because really, she's going to go to town if someone doesn't at least try to stop her.~~

At some point, she's at least found her item, a makeup bag that she's got clutched closely to her chest as if it's the most precious thing in the world. It's not the bag that's important, it's what's inside, and it's why she's trying to figure out where the damned sleeping quarters are. She's quiet, offering tired smiles at those she passes, because even though this is a strange, unsettling situation, she's not about to go out of her way to be rude, at least.

Finally, she finds her way to Sleeper 8, and once she's figured out how to get in, she pays little to no attention to who may be in there. Instead, she heads to the first bunk she sees and sits down, digging into her makeup bag and pulling out a hot pink smartphone. It's still charged, but there's no signal, but it's not deterring her in the slightest from trying to at least make a phone call, send a text, anything.

It doesn't work, and she growls, leering down at it. One thing catches her eye, however, a certain... app. One that she just couldn't seem to get rid of, but there's one way to see if it works or not.

"....EMMA. Are you... active?" It might sound awkward, almost sheepish, the way she whispers to the phone, almost as if she's expecting an answer. When she doesn't receive one, though... she breathes a sigh of relief.

When she does up and leave her designated sleeping area, she can be found wandering around, generally getting a feel of her surroundings and trying to gather information. Feel free to bump into her.

[ ooc; I'm sorry if anyone's tired of this but I'ma continue spamming it to make sure no one gets accidentally spoiled, but this is a Persona 5 Strikers opt out post. If spoilers are no bueno, please go ahead and hit that up so I know not to accidentally say something I shouldn't! Also, I'm good with brackets or whatever you tag me with, I'll match. ]

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Yondu's just strollin' through one of the cars, looking for anyone familiar 'cause for some reason these damn things, despite being in a straight line, still makes it so he can miss someone entirely on a walk-through.

But then. There is a dog. A big ol' dog. And there are a lot of different types of 'dog' in space. There are the types like Terra and Xandar have. There are the war beasts, or the big poison ones that got scales, or the tiny ones with giant bushy tails. So unlike with a Flerken, it's hit or miss whether it's dangerous.

He hadn't been around when Alley got it out, though. And it is Platform day. So he deadass looks at this dog and asks-

"Alright... are you crew? Are you a pet an' not understandin' me? Or should I be ready to do somethin' to defend myself?"

Now he's already ready to whistle if he has to, but this place is weird as shit and he has to question it.

Alley has actually followed Murphy for a few cars, listening to his commentary with growing amusement. Not really on purpose, they just happen to be going the same way. But in the garden car, the glass houses crack actually gets an amused snort from her.

"Believe me, there's plenty around here who would throw them, too."

I. In the Kitchen, As Usual

As always, after a quick patrol through the train right after the train's wake-up call, Soldat retreats to the kitchen car to start helping with breakfast and getting lunch ready and putting out fires, apparently, goddamn. Find them in a perfectly fine mood before the mess, and then in a slightly more grouchy one while cleaning up and finishing the food. What food they can finish.

II. Platform time!

Thankfully, there's sun on the platform this time, so Soldat can just... go out. And sit in it for a little while, until the train whistles it's time to go. And calm down from the disaster of earlier.

Any new person on the platform who looks like they could use it, or who approaches the big guy in multiple layers of purple clothes with the metal hand catching the thin light, gets a small smile, no eye contact. "Morning," they offer, along with a cookie from a bag of them at their knee. "You okay?"

III. Completing Their Gear - Luggage Car

Once the train is back in motion, it's off to the luggage car for their purchases. Soldat got the last things they're really looking for, in terms of mission-gear: a pair of military-grade handguns, which fit nicely into the weapons harness on the tac vest, and the loop on their tac pants.

And also a knitted, stuffed toy in the shape of a person with an owl's head. Somebody might well find them with the plushie hugged to their chest, looking inexplicably sad.

IV. Long Day - Standard Car

At the end of the day, they're curled up in one of the seats in the standard car. It's a tight fit, but they actually managed to get their feet up on the seat with them. They've got one earbud in-- plugged into their tablet, so no one else can hear the music without enhanced dangling-- and the other dangling so they can hear people moving about the car, themselves. A little plastic ghost sits on the seat next to them, idly bobbling on whatever springs are built into its base, while they gaze idly out the window at the night-time void.

They look up when anyone passes by, expression one of polite interest. They're willing to have company but not willing to seek it out themselves. Come sit nearby and have a chat? Showing interest in the tablet results in a wordless offer of the other earbud, if anyone wants. The music is, for once, not swing or jazz, but some 70s rock.

Ken's wandering through the train as well, just trying to find some less occupied areas. He's not good at the whole 'greeting people' thing. There's something about the new girl he's nearing in the hallway of the standard car that makes him faintly hear a gear grinding in his head. Someone to pay attention to?

... He should introduce himself. "Um... hello there..."

Yeah, Eva has to do a double, well, triple take at Yondu's outfit. It's been a long while since she's seen someone dressed like that, and in many ways, it makes her homesick. In many others, it gets her curiosity ticking.

Meaning, she really just has to ask: "I really have to ask: dragon rider or-?"

Hey, it's a valid question for the Orange-clad Arkean woman.

Bean's nubby little tail starts wagging when he's asked if he's crew. He likes that option!

The others have him tipping his head the other way, though. He has a person, but he can understand language just fine... so... is he not a pet?

(He is.)

And at the bit about defending himself, Bean actually just sits down. Right there in the middle of the hall. See? He's a nice gigantic dog. And roadblock.

Bark!

Down at the end of the carriage, Alleyana comes into view at a run, cursing colorfully in ancient elvhen. Maybe it's just a day for people running everywhere and no one gave Yondu the memo.

He turns to look at her, and while it's not really a knock? He has seen zombies less beat up than this woman. Murphy himself has a torso full of excruciating-looking bitemarks but wow. That looks like it's gone a little bit of everywhere. Her hearts still beating though, he can tell, so he's guessing that's all worked out for her.

(Technically his does too, but sluggishly, slow, at a pace that should work for no human and especially one with as much energy as him.)

"Lots of people with glass houses, too, I bet. All packed in here? I bet it's like primetime reality TV... I'm sorely going to be disappointed if there's no popcorn."

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A New Platform [Intro Post April]

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Zelda | Orange Team

Senku Ishigami | Orange Team

Ann Takamaki | Purple Team | ota

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Train

Bucky/Soldat | Purple team | OTA

Wandering

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