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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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[This is what he's mostly gathered from all that.]
Like are you getting her a gun or a guard dog?
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[Ah, speaking of.] I mean hones'ly it could be both at th' same time.
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[Train is, instead, it's own unique and different variety of fucking weird. These are probably like Eva's things, right?]
So does this unusually brilliant child somehow have enemies that require gundogs?
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I dunno... [Of course not.] ...Sometimes I see shit, an' then it happens, but this time I jus' got th' kinda crappy feelin' I had back when folks were tryin' to yank me back int' th gang...
...jus' a real nasty feelin'... [Better safe than sorry...]
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[Okay, so, this is making a little more sense.]
A little more potent than just some bad spiritual energy.
[Well, it figures the train would have to grab one person like that, at least.]
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Haha, yeahh! [Hey!!!] Damn, yer like, one 'f th' first who heard tha' an' didn' call me a phoney 'r something, finally...
[It's so tiring!!!] Yeah, I guess though...ain't a huge fan 'f it, but when it comes in handy it comes in handy righ'? Can't really stop anythin' without some shit backlash, but I can brace myself at least...
...er. When I can figure out what's abou' t' happen anyway... [He mutters, scowling.]
Damn though, that a thing where y' came from too then?
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[Even if his are so very gross, it gives him quite literally an open mind.]
I got jacked up with someone's test serum. They wanted to make a vaccine against a zombie virus and they succeeded but I was the unwilling test subject that ended up with a brain full of fuck. So yeah, I'm guessing you're not lying.
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give him a second.] Y...y do tha' by...
[To Katsuya's credit, he does not scream. He goes incredibly white, yes!!! Oh! Very pale, because he Really Does Not Jive Well with That!
But like, he's also been talking to this guy for.
....well.
A good minute or so, so he's just going to nod, and nod again, and try his best to shake that off.] G-
Glad t' have th' vote of conf'dence..! [He finally manages, and while the smile is a bit strained, it's at least honest.]
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[Just patiently waits for all that to trickle through there, before he adds a perky-]
You're welcome! [-in response.]
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No offense dude, jus' got a lotta bad 'xperiences w'th spooky crap back home so it takes a sec...
[HiHHHHH!!] Gonna be real y' blow most 'f 'm outta th' water in terms 'f bein' cool so points t' you...
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[No choice but to be cool!]
...I wasn't literally six feet under, though. I died and came back. All the way back, not just brainless back. Soooooo, You were saying. Clairvoyant stuff.
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...Geeze, yeah I'd have t' ask how th' hell y' made it outta th' hole otherwise...uh-
Oh, yeah. I guess 's like...a past life thing? Like I said, weird supernatural stuff. Don' piss off 99 ghosts, doesn' end well. Th' two ain't r'lated though, 's more th' one lettin' th' other happen. [A shame...]
Anyway normally 's like...real tiny snippy bits, like openin' a door, 'r th' end of a sentence- which makes sense, since tryin' t' stop anythin' from happenin' uh. Doesn' end well. Gotta be shit tha' doesn' really matter t' change I figure!
[M. Most. Of the time.]
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[Hey, he's interested in hearing about it.]
Really, if you're gonna come back from the dead, reincarnation seems like a better way to go. But still a pain in the ass I bet.
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[............................................................Aha]
Hahaaaaaa...funny story abou' tha'...
[T...TADAH...]
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Well, maybe I would have in my world. But here? Nah. Seems plausible.
[He's on board.]
Alright. So. Past life. Future sight. Want to get a gun dog to throw a wrench in the works, right?
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..Anyway.] Finally, someone gets it...
's crazy how many people here are like 'magic ain't real at home, so it ain't real ever', it's like, we got...how many differen' realities comin' up here? Damn.
[Anyway.] RIGH', th' 'gun dog'. ...I mean, I dunno if there's a pokemon tha's a gun-dog, maybe there is, but th' idea is f'r this kid t' have real handy guard-pal no matter what.
Kinda glad we got a size limit on tha', there'd be way more t' sort through otherwise.
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So yeah, saying it isn't real closes out a lot of options for you.
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But yeah righ'? I mean, pokemon sure ain't from where I lived, but tha' doesn' stop 'm from bein' great..! I mean fuck, I wish my world had magic sheep an' shit...
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[You pass the finish line and just keep running? Then Murphy gets you.]
Most of our cute fuzzy animals are zombies now. It's a tragedy. Oh hey, have you met the woman on the train that's a city that turns into a cat? Surprised the shit out of me. Soft, though!
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The blond does have to repress another shudder however.] zombie animals huh...
O-Oi, wait, 'f tha's th' case what th' hell is everyone eatin'!?
[and wh-]
There's a lady who c'n do tha'?
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Don't worry they're dead now, too.
[Murphy's from a fucked up world.]
Yeah! She's cute too. Bright blond hair. Goggles. Weird as fuck but I've not met a 'normal' person that's managed to survive in like, six years.
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[The ocean is now even scarier...
...And huh!] Six years... ...y'know what, tha' makes sense then.
Past me, why do you shame me with typos?
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Oh, like...weirder sorts stickin' around I guess?
I dunno, feels like ev'n if y' weren't th' type t' start, goin' through a world w'th zombie cats an' shit would do tha' to y'.