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A New Platform [Intro Post May]
On the Train
Like clockwork, the Voidtreckers are awoken by a familiar message this morning.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Llama. Points have been updated on the system."
With points updated, everyone can spend the morning shopping. Most people will 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 air is sticky and warm, the windows almost immediately dewing over with the humidity outside.
As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Azula, Prisoner, Amery Vallet, Dyme Graydon, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Yoite, Piccolo, Bulla Brief, Xie Lian, Kurosaki Ichigo, Hua Cheng, Renee Corbin, and Ran Mouri; all pass through the platform, not looking back before they disappear through the barriers and into the fog beyond.
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 find themselves on a platform, rich wood and pale stone forming a natural, tree-like structure overhead. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single set of tracks extending both ways into thick fog. The air is rainforest-hot, and the sound of frogsong can be faintly heard over the drip of the artificial canopy.
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 fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform isn't large, and seems smaller with twenty-eight figures scattered around, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. Then there is 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 pours a strange assortment of people, over a hundred at least. 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.
Behind them, the doors close, and the train is cloaked in the same fog that hides the world beyond the platform.
The Train
After a short time, the fog clears and 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 several crates of nori, the ingredient of the month of Llama, as well as all sundries.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. For each member of Purple Team, a small silver box with their name on it contains a glittery cupcake.
New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, but at least they won't be alone in their confusion - since the sleeper carriages are now double-decker, and experience isn't going to avail the passengers in finding their rooms.
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.
The new double carriage's transfer ICP is active, allowing people to move to a double room should they meet the requirements with another person, though they'll have to move their belongings themselves.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers taking advantage of the fresh air, and 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!
Like clockwork, the Voidtreckers are awoken by a familiar message this morning.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Llama. Points have been updated on the system."
With points updated, everyone can spend the morning shopping. Most people will 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 air is sticky and warm, the windows almost immediately dewing over with the humidity outside.
As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Azula, Prisoner, Amery Vallet, Dyme Graydon, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Yoite, Piccolo, Bulla Brief, Xie Lian, Kurosaki Ichigo, Hua Cheng, Renee Corbin, and Ran Mouri; all pass through the platform, not looking back before they disappear through the barriers and into the fog beyond.
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 find themselves on a platform, rich wood and pale stone forming a natural, tree-like structure overhead. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single set of tracks extending both ways into thick fog. The air is rainforest-hot, and the sound of frogsong can be faintly heard over the drip of the artificial canopy.
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 fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform isn't large, and seems smaller with twenty-eight figures scattered around, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. Then there is 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 pours a strange assortment of people, over a hundred at least. 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.
Behind them, the doors close, and the train is cloaked in the same fog that hides the world beyond the platform.
The Train
After a short time, the fog clears and 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 several crates of nori, the ingredient of the month of Llama, as well as all sundries.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. For each member of Purple Team, a small silver box with their name on it contains a glittery cupcake.
New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, but at least they won't be alone in their confusion - since the sleeper carriages are now double-decker, and experience isn't going to avail the passengers in finding their rooms.
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.
The new double carriage's transfer ICP is active, allowing people to move to a double room should they meet the requirements with another person, though they'll have to move their belongings themselves.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers taking advantage of the fresh air, and 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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[Bit of a beat.] ...I wasn't going to think anything ill of you at all actually. I expect it's not the same case for you, but where I'm from most however young with certain abilities can't get any choice in what their armor and weapon is, [She laughs.]
...I would have just assumed it was what you were given. [Ahem.] It's very admirable of you to take that level of care though- especially if it was granted for your protection to begin with. That in itself says they didn't expect things to give you the mercy you extend...it's a wonderful trait.
[It apparently made sense.]
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Yes! The very first lesson Nobu and Koji taught me when I held it for the first time was that even though it fired curses instead of bullets, I can't ever start to think of it as a magic wand or something instead of a very real gun. That's why even though there are a lot of shortcuts I could take with it, I always try to go the longer, more mundane way so I don't lose my respect for my weapon.
[She's clearly rattling off a speech that she's heard many times, but it's one that she wholeheartedly believes in.]
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[They continue to walk- she doesn't call out any recitation, what with the fact that she could hear the passion in it. So, she continues.] If I can ask, what sort of gun is it?
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It's a custom model based off of the Winchester line of bolt-action rifles, reinforced to be a Mystic Code!
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[In Yuume's defense, she's typically talking about shit like dragons.] For example, on larger 'simorgh' class avians from home, we would aim for the wing- the bone can heal, but a grounded simorgh is far less capable of attacking you.
[And...putting a pause in that-] Mystic co- AH- It's a Winchester..!?
[THAT! IS OLD!] Ahhh...I would be rather interested to see it up close if that isn't too much...I studied ancient history from the year 2138, so...
[suffice to say a winchester, however custom, qualifies]
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[Take your pick of gun-related traumas, Yuume, Ayumi probably has whatever one you're thinking of.]
Wow, you're REALLY far from the future! I'm from-
[Beat. Does time exist in the bleached world?
Ayumi would prefer not to think about that, actually.]
2020- no, uh, 2021? I think? Maybe 2022? It's, er, complicated.
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That aside.] I have a feeling that's the case with most of the home-realms for passengers here; I imagine I'm not even from the farthest timeline aboard.
It's been rather interesting actually- a whole number of different dimensions, not even timelines, all together in one place- and a vehicle that travels between them..!
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[Chaldea was a hell of a place for a kid to grow into her teen years.
...both of them, really. That thought makes Ayumi a little melancholy, but she does her best not to show it.]
I do wish I could at least let everyone know I'm alright, though. Just because vanishing without a trace to go take care of some Singularity or whatever is pretty common doesn't mean people don't get worried sick when it happens.
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[It apparently takes a bit on the supernatural end to really phase this woman. That aside, she does wince sympathetically.] Ahhh...you just missed that unfortunately. I do hope we have the chance to return to that place however- it was a point between realms that apparently holds a great connection to the pathways to others. We were able to send messages to our homes in that way.
Truthfully I was surprised by the announcement when we arrived, [she admits.] When the train had opened itself to questions for a brief time- it apparently took a fair amount of energy to do so- I had asked about two points. First, if we could return to our own points in time, or as close to it as possible. Second, if we could contact home.
[She'd asked a third thing but that one was between her and the train really. Still.] To the first the answer was yes- while perhaps not with the train, once we succeed at the ultimate goal the train has, we should be able to find a voidcraft with that capability. Though understandably, many who were here longer have doubts, given how long it took for the train to open itself to questions at all...
[Hahahaaaaa...well.]
Regarding the second though...I had assumed when the train answered that it could be possible, 'but required research', that it referred to us, the passengers.
It apparently meant itself. [She has a rather touched expression- it's clear how she feels about the whole matter.] Ahmn...regardless, I do apologize for how little there is to go on for communication with home.
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It's fine! We'll probably come back for it eventually.
It sounds like we have a lot of stuff to do as, um, passengers, though.
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[If it's even aware of how. Still!] You would be correct- the train itself is a rescue force after all. As often as it can- typically once per month- it thus aims to answer any distress calls possible, from planets experiencing incredible danger.
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Sorta.
...the spirit of it, at least.
[Chaldea was practically a jamjar in of itself the train isn't that much different,]
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[The odd part is, Yeah.]
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[Ayumi shakes her head.] Chaldea is a... research station, I guess? That goes around fixing Singularities in history. Times where something makes history go wrong, and while they're usually self contained now, [because they have a much bigger problem on their hands,] a few years ago it was bad enough to almost cause the end of the world. I'm part of the team that goes to these Singularities and fixes them!
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[No, they're already moving on apparently.] Oh-
That definitely sounds similar to what we're doing then yes- though I'm surprised you're part of an active team at your age; you seem as old as my apprentice...
[She's concerned, but trying not to judge- who knows what her home world is like for ages and so on after all!]