A New Platform [Intro Post May]

[voidtreckermods]

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!

Comments

Asch [AU] | two closed one OTA

[oncedriven]

I gave up crying (Closed to Jade, exterior platform)

For a moment, he's disoriented. Everything is different and strange and -

And then he feels urgency nipping him in the heels like the howl of a blizzard.

It's not really any kind of active thought that brings him in Jade's direction; however, once he's there, close enough to feel the chill, it's a simple enough matter for Asch to take a deep breath, exhale the fire ether enough to keep himself warm (the hoodie helps, not that he can remember where it came from, it's not blade clothes, worry about it later) and turn towards the epicenter.

(Fire wraps around him like a cloak, like acting brave even when he doesn't feel it, which is really what being brave is all about.)

"Jade?" It's a question, at first, because (why wouldn't Jade recognize him this time, he's a flesh eater, his memories are never going to be reset again, what is his intuition doing) while Asch has seen Jade alone, he's never really seen Jade alone, and it takes a second to process what's lacking. Who isn't here, because she'd feel this in her bones, this avalanche waiting to happen, and be here, if she were here to be.

The second time is more forceful, intended to pull Jade out of whatever hell he's experiencing. "Jade."

And Asch steps close, not touching yet, but fully aware he might need to, fully prepared to grab Jade by the hand and drag him - wherever he might need to go.

Even into resonance, if he has to.

(Some people's bravery is burning themselves for the sake of others.)

I gave up waiting (Closed to Luke, interior train)

Ice hums in his core, in the back of his mind, unsettled but okay for the moment. It's not comforting, exactly, but Asch keeps finding himself running a mental hand over the resonance, like it's a new tattoo you can't stop touching. (He can't help but wonder what marks it's going to leave.)

But Asch can't settle, something driving him to wander like a bad itch. He's looking for something, he'll know it when he finds it, he's almost used to this. It's the way he was made. (The itch of intuition, or the inability to rest? It could be either. Could be both.)

As usual, he finds it almost by accident, if anything about his life was to be an accident. A shock of red hair - it's too short, the hair, but the overall look is right, and so his breath catches -

"Luke?"

It's not right, there's not the answering hum of an emotional bleed (of course not, there wouldn't be, he's on resonance with Jade now, and Jade's about as far from Luke as it's possible to get), but there's also not the hum of ether, not in the right way for a blade -

But it's not wrong, either. Asch knows that in his gut, even if the question comes out uncertain.

Of all the damned places to have a reunion - in the hallway of a crowded traincar, both of them in supernaturally sourced hoodies - but it's not. Quite right, still.

Luke's hands, unlike Asch's, are bare. (Asch found his gloves and put them on immediately, grateful to the long sleeves that covered the rest of his arms.) Luke's hands, unlike Asch's, are bare, ether-line-less and callused. Luke's hands are human.

Well, what the fuck is he supposed to do with that.

But foremost, this is still some version of his brother, and so Asch's voice is more gentle than Auldrant's Luke would have any reason to expect, as he asks, "Are you okay?"

I gave up dreaming optimistic dreams (Train, open, several hours after everyone's loaded on)

After all of that?

Asch takes a fucking nap. No one gets to judge him for this. Roommates in Lower 2C will probably spot him there, buried into his blankets as deeply as possible with only red hair visible. They probably will not catch him while he's awake, but both Allen and Takato will find notes attached to their bunks after Asch has left - You're going to want extra blankets from now on. I'm very sorry. I'll do my best to mitigate it.

And then he slips out into the rest of the train.

Generally, he keeps half a thought on Jade - while Asch isn't exactly a pocket-blade who needs to be attached to his driver at all times, it's entirely possible to encounter them together if your timing is right. Or for one of them to come find the other, if there's distress (more than the situation's baseline) in the emotional bleed.

Truthfully, though, Asch prefers working alone. Working alone makes it easier to tug just a bit at dark ether to go unnoticed.

It's not actual inivisibility. People who are inclined to watch carefully, or people who go through such manual thinking as taking a literal count of every person in a room would still notice that he's there. But the eye tends to slide over and dismiss him, even though his hair is as vibrant as any Official Red Team Gear and looks accordingly godawful with the Blue Team hoodie he's wearing. Anyone with the ability to sense magic would feel the faint trickle of dark-elemental energy rolling off him. He just doesn't want attention while he's investigating and potentially listening to conversations without being noticed.

Occasionally, however, he steps 'out' of the shadows, dropping the blade trick and thus seeming to come out of nowhere. Occasionally, to really get someone's attention, he does the opposite - a faint hint of light ether that calls attention to him before he speaks. Chances are, it's with questions of the 'just got here' variety.

[[OOC: Please ping me if you're willing to have Asch overhear or interrupt your conversation in another thread! This option is mostly if people want to not toplevel themselves or alternately, catch him while he's lurking - I'll be doing a good chunk of tag outs with him.]]

Caleb Widogast | OTA

[katzenpfote]

[Arrival]

Caleb Widogast is not a man unaccustomed to stepping from one place to another. He can draw teleportation circles, after all - and his new tower is similarly strange from one moment to another.

What is strange is where he is. And what he's wearing. And this... bag of some odd material, and not being in Zadash, and the rest of the Nein are -

He takes a deep breath and snaps his fingers. Frumpkin, where is - ... he's not here.

It's that thought - that he's somewhere alone and wrapped up in strange material and too hot and too disoriented - that has him breathing deeply, clearly trying to stave off a panic attack while he tugs at the purple hoodie, trying to get it off.


[Room 1:A Lower]

The strange paper that he was given said that he was staying here, so he stands in front of the door, attempting to open it. He faintly wonders if he should cast a spell to open it and takes the paper out again, waving it in frustration -

Ah. Passing it over that strange tablet seems to have done the trick.

He steps into the room and is somewhat bewildered by what he's greeted with - literally none of this is familiar to him.


[Wandering]

This entire... carriage? It's strange and full of strange people and strange items. He starts wandering, his bag over his shoulder. It has his spellbook - he doesn't want to leave it, just in case. Pretty much every carriage is getting investigated, rom the luggage to the storage. Anything he doesn't understand is getting analyzed as much as he can, occasionally writing notes in the train-provided notebook.

Leia Organa | Star Wars (Wake CRAU) | OTA

[motherofresistance]

Platform

When the fog cleared and Leia found herself suddenly not in her residence in Kaliste, but instead standing on a train platform in unfamiliar clothes, her first reaction was probably not what one might expect. Instead of fear or confusion- well, OK, there was some confusion, but not nearly as much as there probably should be-, her reaction was primarily one of mild exasperation. "Well, here we go again," she muttered to herself with a bit of a sigh. She had hoped that her 'vacation' would last a bit longer...

Still, there was no point just standing around. Before she did anything else, she paused a moment to set down her rucksack and strip off her hoodie, as this place's climate bore a strong resemblance to Yavin IV's. She stuffed the hoodie into the rucksack, then closed it again- making a mental note to examine its contents properly later- and took quick stock of her surroundings. She scanned the crowd of people for someone nearby who didn't look too confused, then approached them, intending to ask a few questions. Time to figure out where she was and what was going on.

Settling In (closed to roommates)

Leia checked her ticket one last time, matching it against the cabin number on the door before her: Upper Two, Cabin E. She nodded in satisfaction; it looked like she'd found the correct one. She also noted the other names listed as occupants of the cabin. Two were male names, ordinary enough ones by Earth standards if she recalled correctly; she'd have to find out which was which if they weren't inclined to introduce themselves at first. It was the third name that raised an eyebrow though. She was rooming with... Death? It was likely a measure of the tolerance for strangeness that life in Nautilus had given her that this fact didn't cause more than a raised eyebrow, but given her current state in her own galaxy, it was a bit funny in an ironic sort of way.

She swiped the ticket on the scanner, and the door obediently opened up to admit her. "Hello," she said to whoever she found there, smiling slightly. "It looks like I'm your new roommate." A quick glance at the sleeping arrangements, and she added, "Is one of the lower bunks still free? At my age I'm not especially keen on having to climb a ladder to get in and out of bed."

Exploring the Train

Once she had her things put away, Leia decided to take some time to explore the train that was apparently her new home for the foreseeable future. Since the sleeper cars were closer to the back of the train, she headed to the rear first, and then began gradually making her way forward, taking note of each car's features, purpose, and available facilities as she did so. The purpose of most of them was thankfully fairly straightforward, so she didn't need to linger in cars where she might well be in the way of people trying to get things done or who just knew their way around better, but she did stop awhile in the spa car- it had been a long while since she'd seen the inside of a spa, and made note of a few of its amenities to try later- and the greenhouse car. It was a bit too well organized to properly resemble it, but walking among the greenery brought to mind fond memories of spending time with the Fourth Doctor in his own greenhouse and the medical bay, which sometimes also resembled one. He would have been glad to see such a feature included.

When her basic exploration of the train was complete, she got herself a cup of tea from the kitchens and headed to the library car to try and find a good book to read. Tolerance for strangeness or no, the chaos surrounding getting dragged across time and space was tiring, and she hoped to get a bit of a chance to let it all settle a bit before really getting into things the following day.

[sciencegirl]

Investigating the Sleepers

This is incredibly fascinating! She knew the train was capable of spontaneous generation, but actually seeing the results of it is incredible. She's wondering if said spontaneous generation has something to do with thought transference and creation at this point since no one has actually perceived a change occurring to her knowledge.

It's difficult for a scientist to not observe what should very much have been observable, but all you can do is take in the before and after of a process that she didn't get to be privy to. That would have been so exciting but she'll have to just take this instead.

The sleepers have small hallways and are difficult to navigate, so someone making their way to their room might suddenly have a girl holding a scanner-tablet stilt up high on her hair, all the way to the ceiling, to make room for them to walk under her.

"Excuse me, sorry! Just taking new measurements."

Tiny Food in the Dining Car

Entrapta's sitting with a brightly colored smoothy that she made for herself, her head in her hands and her hair turning pages of her journal as she looks over some of her robotic designs for Claudette. She should be able to install her First Ones crystal sometime soon! It's incredibly exciting because after that Claudette should be able to self-repair.

Which she's more hesitant to inform some more fearful people over, but she's still much more sure the flesh and blood people are prone to corruption than the robots with simple failsafes. Squishy brains are more confusing for her.

She has a half-eaten sandwich beside her- actually, a full sandwich is the wrong term, because she cut the bread into squares and added the ingredients to each individual bit like she was making four tiny sandwiches. It's not one whole sandwich that she cut apart. And she has three small teacups of soup to go with it.

A questionably hearty meal to fuel an eccentric mind. The straw makes an obnoxious bubbly noise as she notices someone come in, and she gives them a sharp but friendly, "Hi!" and if they're new to the train? "Kitchen and food are that way." She points with her hair.

[yondu]

What the hell on the Platform

Yondu rarely stays outside for longer than necessary. He doubts that today'll be different. He needs to get in, get his item, go install it, just get it over. It's just mistier over the train than usual. He can't see a damn thing and that's discomforting. So he just stands thinking about the the parade of people fucking off into the mist creepily, how he actually knew a couple of 'em this time, and just waits impatiently.

And then it clears, and the sleepers are taller.

"What the heeeell?"

He wrinkles his whole face up, sharp teeth bared in the most confused grimace as he tips his head back to look up at the sudden double decker layout. Oh no. What fresh hell is he gonna get back in there and see. That's gonna have to be investigated before he wanders off to find what he ordered.

Installation in the Standard Car

Yondu's finally got the device he ordered. He knows enough people that have been in need of mechanical parts and bottles and what the hell ever for their various batches of train busywork that he decided to go through with orderin' it. But installing it is turning into a bit of a chore.

Someone might hear the passive, bored whistling before they see him. It's melodic and he's good at it, lots of vibrato, ranging from the little bit of classical music he's picked up in the music car to stuff he's found that he thinks Quill would have liked. He's half under the computer desk, leather space pirate-biker looking uniform clad half poking out from under it with the chair moved off to the side to make room for him while he goes through the motions. A round connector rolls out from under the desk where he's working, and someone who isn't expecting it might be surprised to see a very blue hand (maybe not surprising, since the blue population is higher than one would expect) reach out and flail around in search of it.

"Oh goddammit, can ya hand me that?" he asks the person. He can barely make them out as vague silhouette from his vantage point.

OOC: Second music link is a louder than the first.

Tiny Food

[motherofresistance]

Leia smiled at both the greeting and the directions, giving the younger woman a little nod and apparently not surprised at all by the fact that the directions were being given with mobile hair. "Always good to know, thank you," she said. "I was just headed that way; been working my way up the train from the rear to get the 'lay of the land' so to speak."

Upon getting a little closer, she noticed the plans Entrapta was looking at. "Planning to build a droid?", she asked.

Bucky/Soldat | MCU | Purple Team | OTA

[worthallthis]

I. The Usual Morning Activities - Kitchen Car

Platform day in the morning always means the same thing: Soldat in the kitchen car bright and early, working harder than usual to get breakfast done, lunch started, and a few batches of cookies for the new passengers ready for baking. Today they're bopping from counter to sink to oven to counter again to the sounds of some pretty bright pop music rather than the typical jazz.

As is often the case, their little glowing ghost figurine floats along the counter between trays and mixing bowls and things, occasionally rattling plastic chains at Soldat (or anyone else nearby) for attention.


II. A Sad Platform - Platform (obviously)

"No," Soldat says, as the doors open and Prisoner walks right out. "Oh, no."

For the first time, they follow a leaving passenger, actually trying tentatively to catch his arm, to get his attention. They stop at the barricades and stare after him in consternation, watching others they actually know and like leaving, as well. Prisoner, gone. Yoite, gone. Ichigo, gone. Renee, gone. The young man Dyme who had clearly wanted the other version of them, gone. (It's not quite as terrible seeing the man with their own face leaving, maybe.)

They take several long minutes to drag their attention away from the vanished passengers and to the new. They don't try to dredge up a smile, but they do look for anyone particularly frightened-looking to see if they can help.


III. Welcome Wagon - All Over

With their purchases tucked safely away-- most of which was for the storage car anyway, for prepping mission meals-- or delivered-- in Ghost's case-- Soldat collects their various batches of cookies, piles them attractively on a platter, and sets about prowling the train once it takes off. They're putting the sadness aside, for now. They're going to help people. That always makes them feel better.

"Hey," they tell new people with a small smile and an offer of the plate. "Doing okay? Anything I can do to help?"

Older friends get offered cookies, too, though the smile isn't quite as good.


IV. Post-Welcomes - Music Car

Frankly, they're not sure what they want to do, come evening. They should be used to loss; they lost so many, so many, people in Beacon. They (sorta-kinda) came to grips with the people they knew back when they were a person all being dead now. All of those were people they knew longer, loved harder. But it's still hitting them hard, today.

So they skipped training tonight, and instead they're sitting at the piano, alternately plunking tunelessly at the keys with metal fingers (maybe occasionally wandering into a melody, mostly by accident) and turning to fold origami on the piano bench next to them. Come cheer up the sad murder machine, somebody.


V. Wildcard!

After platform day, Soldat settles back into their standard routine, and they're really easy to find. Want cooking lessons or a free snack in the guise of a taste test? Here's your chance, find them in the kitchen working steadily away on meals for the upcoming mission. Want fighting (or falling) lessons? Find them in the evening in the training car. Want origami lessons? Standard car. Really, they can be just about anywhere, listening to music on their tablet or making origami or just quietly watching people.

Arrival

[flurryofbeaus]

"Caleb!"

Beau's voice rings sharp and clear over the confused din, and despite her small stature, she manages to give off the air of a humanoid siege engine as she hurries towards the one familiar face she's spotted in this sea of what the actual fuck is going on here. Hopefully there aren't any bruised ribs involved in the process.

She checks her temper as she gets close enough to see his face, and his hands scrabbling at a strangely constructed shirt that matches her own - she underlines the mental note she's already made to kick the ass of whoever decided to change their clothing while they were unaware - and mutters a quiet, "Shit."

This isn't the first time she's seen him on the precipice of panic. It's the first time in a long while. And while she sincerely doubts the strange, scratchy novice gear is the real issue here, fuck it, at least that's a problem that can be addressed.

"Hey," she says, forcing her voice to a steady register, and reaching one hand out towards him. "Let me help. Hands up."

Clef - OTA

[guru_clef]

((OOC reminder for all headers, Clef looks 10 or 12 years old and is in his actual canon outfit, complete with staff taller than he is.)

Platform

Was Clef ever happy to be out of the library? Well, rarely, not never. After all, last platform he left and found his boy was here! There were only a few people he was looking for now. So he figured he'd make a quick pass through, then head back inside to research.

He was, as usual, floating on a spit of grass over dirt contained inside a transparent pastel coloured bubble.

Library

This was as close to a home as Clef had here, and as usual, he could be found perched atop the very large rock that he built in such a way as to block no shelves or passage ways. Magic is useful like that. The rock was set so that when he sat he was at eye level with the average adult human.

As he often was, he was surrounded by books. Floating books. One was before him, and one off to either side. The book to one side was turning pages on its own at the same rate the book before him was, and blank pages were being filled with identical text and diagrams from the one before him. The book on his other side was a notebook where he occasionally jotted down points of interest. But he would - sometimes - notice when someone came in and would pause to give them his attention. Some of it, anyhow. He hasn't read this book yet and it is fascinating.

[katzenpfote]

Caleb calms slightly at Beauregard's voice, taking deep breaths and raising his arms for her to take off the strange, stifling thing. He's wearing a strange shirt underneath it but that's less of a problem, and he breaths deeply once it's off of him.

"Th... thank you, Beauregard..." Okay. Okay. Now that the panic has passed, he can focus on their situation. "H... have you seen any of the others?"

Re: Leia Organa | Star Wars (Wake CRAU) | OTA

[guru_clef]

Someone might have floated over as soon as he saw her. He might have also been floating over everyone's heads, so you know, her being short didn't make it as hard for him as it might for others.

"LEIA!" he called as he floated closer.

Would she remember him? Zelda hadn't, but Nita and Link had. Well, he'd know soon enough!

He floated down to eye level with her, smiling brightly.

Masumi Sera | OTA

[tactlesstantei]

1. Platform

[Masumi knows that there's nothing she can do when people leave at the platform. She knows this, and yet she only just stops herself from going after Ran as she leaves. It's only the thought that she might be returning home that brings her some comfort, and even then it's not great.

Once she actually gets to the platform herself, Masumi tries to put on a happier mood and distract herself, but it isn't really working that well. It's clear she's upset by her friend leaving.]

2. Dining Car

[Not even the free cupcake is enough to cheer her up, and Masumi can be found picking at it in her funk. If approached, she'll give a very quiet "Hey" and look to see who it is before trying to look like she wasn't just worrying about her friend.

No, she's not pulling it off very well and she knows it, but she's trying. After all, it's platform day and she doesn't want to dump all this on some new person.]

3. Sleepers

[You know what does bring her out of her mood? Having to find her cabin again. Thankfully it's not that hard, having only moved to the new upper floor of sleeper 1, but it's a surprise no less as she takes the time to look around the altered (and new) cars to see what's up.]

Bet this is going to cause confusion for people trying to find their cabins...

Re: Leia Organa | Star Wars (Wake CRAU) | OTA

[motherofresistance]

Leia never could help a twinge of envy at that particular ability. Rude, Clef, floating like that. Where's your short person solidarity?

But regardless, she smiled just as brightly upon seeing him, clearly recognizing him. "Clef!", she said. "It seems I'm not the only former resident of Nautilus to end up here. Good to see you."

Re: Leia Organa | Star Wars (Wake CRAU) | OTA

[najaran]

Najaran didn't look confused! Confusing perhaps, but not confused. She was heading out to give her cards some chance to stretch and breathe, but smiled when she saw someone who was probably new looking around.

"Hello!" she said, with a cheerful and friendly smile.

"Hello," the man-headed cane in her hand said as well.

Zelda | OTA

[wisdominshadows]

The Platform

The passengers are ushered out as usual, and amid the din about her one thing in particular catches Zelda’s eye: the not-quite-tree hanging over the platform. A quick change of attire and she’s quick to take advantage, shimmying up the structure to see if she can get a better view.

The climb is unpleasant. She’s made worse, but not in the months she’s been on the train- and it’s made worse by the wet heat prevalent near the ground. But she keeps climbing, patient and methodical, until she pulls herself up to the top and takes a careful look around.

Well, no luck- the fog shrouds the world outside the platform as effectively above as below. Zelda feels a faint stirring of disappointment, but it’s soon subsumed by the pleasure of being up here in the first place. The achievement’s something, after all this time without climbing, and she’s always liked heights for their own sake.

Besides, up here the air is refreshingly crisp. After a moment’s thought she shrugs, taking out her ocarina and playing a few practice notes. Perhaps she’ll remain up here for a while.

Luggage Carriage

“Is this right?” She questions, looking down at the bottle in front of her. It’s not Hylian-make, which is a pity in its own right- those bottles are impossible to destroy- but it looks different enough to make her doubt for a moment.

Slowly, Zelda opens the bottle and takes a sniff. No, concerns alleviated. This is Blue Potion, sure as if she’d just seen it in the Kakariko potions shop.

“Yes,” she mutters half to herself and half to the train, “I apologise for doubting you. Still, might you consider a better set of glassware next time? These things will never survive a volcano.”

Ken Amada (AU) | OTA

[miseris_socios]

[Packages]

Ken goes to the luggage car right away to pick up his package, looking a little hesitant as he does. It's not that most of the items in there aren't useful - they are. But the contents of one of them...

With some hesitancy he walks all the way back to medical, most of the contents already tucked away in his bag. The small box rattles a little as he walks, which will take a while - if anyone wants to stop him on his way he's not going to complain all that much. He's hoping Vexen is in Medical to save him the trip of looking for him, but when has his luck been good? It might be too early in the day for that, anyway.


[Platform]

Ken doesn't like being out on the platform. He's wearing an orange hoodie despite being red team, so he knows there'll be some confusion there. He does his usual scan first for members of Strega - and then for any members of SEES. The lack of the former is disappointing, the lack of the latter is encouraging.

Still, he mills around a little bit, so if anyone wants to ask him something before he boards the train again they're more than welcome to.


[Practice]

Just because he's frustrated doesn't mean he shouldn't practice. In fact, it's even more reason why he should practice. Ken's found easily in the training gym, but his isn't the only figure in the gym while he's there.

He's brought his duel disk with him, and he's summoned the image of a dog with black wings attached to him. The hologram doesn't seem to emote all that much, but it sits there while Ken practices stabbing the dummies with his spear and swinging around the handle of the weapon to kick dummies over before setting them back up again.

platform!

[forceshadowed]

It feels like a dream at first — she’s back at the Jedi Academy, in the sweltering heat of the jungles of Yavin, dressed in a strange new uniform. She pulls her hoodie off, tying it around her waist to get it out of the way and in the process noticing the rucksack that she doesn’t recall carrying onto her back. She finishes just as the fog begins to recede and the gleaming black train arrives.

The Voidtrecker Express. Huh. People pour out of the train and she realizes that it’s a form of public transport. But to where? And why isn’t she traveling by ship? She pats herself for her comlink, and when she doesn’t find it, she turns to rummage through the contents of her rucksack. Still nothing, but she does find her lightsaber, as well as a ticket with her name. Clutching it, she glances around. Someone’s made arrangements for her, but who—

Her heart stops for a moment as her gaze lands on a familiar pair of eyes, and in the next she’s moving towards Leia, weaving quickly through the sea of people on the platform. What is she doing here?

“Mom?” Jaisyn greets, though it comes out as a question instead.

Najaran - Ota

[najaran]

((OOC note: Najaran is wearing a short dress with shorts under it, a heavy gold and purple belt, a small capelet, and small stud earrings. She also has a pouch hanging from the back of her belt, and is carrying what looks like a walking stick with a man's face craved into the top, looking outward. This face has a drooping mustache that seems made of actual hair.)

Platform - before (before what, you ask?)
Najaran loved platform day, though she hated to see friends leave. But she always had a plan fo the time, and usually that helped her get over it. Today was no different. She could be spotted looking for a spot, usually the furthest area from the train, that is clear of people. Feel free to ask her why. Unless, of course, you already know. In which case feel free to join her, watch her, or run screaming back onto the train.

Platform - During (This would be the what)
Having found a space just large enough, and warning those at the edges they might want to stand back. Then she reached behind herself and several cards flew out of the pouch dangling from her belt and into her hand. She threw them into the air where they burst into light.

There was a large suit of armor that was large enough for her to ride on the shoulder of - this was obvious because once it appeared, she climbed up and did just that.

Larger than the suit of armor was a massive nightmare creature, that settled against a massive stone wall with a face. There were other creatures, but after those three, even the rideable flying dinosaur/dragon hybrid and the nearly human-sized living weapon looked small. Then there was Cait Sith who was, at the size of a small clild, small. Of course Eidolon and Gremlin were actually small, the first sitting in her lap, the other perched atop her head. And she would spend nearly all the time till she had to get back on the train, moving between the shoulder of the armor and sitting on his leg, or on the other big one's leg, or on the ground, or leaned against the flying one, or in the air on the flying one, just... hanging out. Like these odd things were friends and they were just having a day out.


Platform - the after

Najaran summoned her creatures back into her cards and was heading back to the train, but would stop to chat with anyone who still needed help or just looked like they could use a friendly face. Warning, she will probably drag you off into the kitchen for food. For you and for her.

Senku Ishigami | OTA

[10billionpercent]

I. Platform

This time, there were quite a few people leaving that Senku knew to some degree and he could acknowledge that he was going to miss them. Like departing companions before he planted his feet and raised one fist in the air, their silent wish for safe travels from the Kingdom of Science. Senku would watch them depart, offering the utmost respect before proceeding with his experiment.

He pulled off his SCA and waited out his requisite 300 seconds. Anyone approaching at this time may find this to be strange, but as long as they are speaking a language Senku can understand, communication will go well. If not, Senku will at least advise them that once his five minutes has elapsed he will be more than happy to talk, as they can understand him even if he can’t understand them.

As always, on platform day, Senku is in his orange t-shirt and black cargo pants. Notably, his hair is now too long to stand up on its own. He has it tied back into a ponytail, secured with a piece of rope that has a bit of a stylized knot on the front of his ponytail, the top of his head. One one wrist he has an SCA, on the other a wedding band, and lastly a pendant dangling from a chain on his neck. The latter two he likely won’t be seen without again.

II. Double Room

After reading the requirements, Senku was pleased to learn he and Gen qualified for one and dragged him over immediately to apply.

Application accepted, he could be found going back to his old cabin to pick up the few things that he kept in the room, or he could be found walking back towards the double room assigned, arms laden with a purple and green blanket with an adorable two tailed pink kitten floating along beside him.

Orion was getting better at floating with a purpose, Senku only has to reach out an wrangle him a few times.

III. Shopping

Compared to the last few times, Senku wasn’t actually looking for that many packages, only eleven. Five were books, easily identifiable.

The rest seemed to be in boxes.

Senku leaned forward a bit. “Could you pass that to me?”

IV. Come Get Free Food

Platform day seemed like the best time for Senku to pull out his leftovers from his wedding. He’s got a pot on the stove with a delicious bear curry, enough for probably thirty people, and a simple, hearty fish stew that there’s enough for about twenty people left. There is also several pieces of warmed flatbread and half of a wedding cake.

Senku wasn’t too far, he was keeping an eye so nothing burnt.

“I can make you some tea too, if you’re looking for a meal.” He commented easily. The leftovers would remain there for awhile, until they were all gone.

V. Experiment...(aka platform day is really busy)

By the afternoon once everything else was sorted, Senku can be found in the dining car. He was sitting at a table on his own with a sign – he did borrow a sheet construction paper from the art supplies – he’d replace it later. Aside from that, there’s a bottle of clear liquid sitting on the table, closed.

The sign read: HELP WANTED

Senku himself was leaning back and reading a cookbook of all things, like it was some kind of novel. There was a benefit to having an eidetic memory.

VI. Wildcard

((OOC: Need something else from Senku? Just have another idea? Please feel free to help yourself, or if you have any questions you can hit me up at Ammeschan, Discord: Ammeschan#5385 or feel free to PM this account.))

Re: Senku Ishigami | OTA

[najaran]

You had her at free food. She showed up happily, with a huge smile. "How much am I allowed to take?" she asked with so much glee it probably should be a warning sign.

Re: Leia Organa | Star Wars (Wake CRAU) | OTA

[death_from_above]

He knew that scent. As a cat with dignity - when fish weren't involved - he never admitted to being as good a scent tracker as a dog. What cat would?

But he KNEW THAT SCENT!

An orange cat was now racing through the crowd, weaving underfoot around people walking, as he raced towards Leia. Would she remember him? One way to find out! He climbed up some other random person - Vexen, apparently - and launched himself at Leia. "DEATH FROM ABOVE!" The battle cry, after all, was essential.

Prompto Argentum | OTA

[chocobosnap]

I. Platform

Prompto was there in all his purple glory, and he had his camera out. He wasn’t terribly interested in the people though, no, he was taking a picture of the fog.

Nothing like a little mood setting, right?

If anyone approached, he’d smile brightly. “H-Hi!”

II. Shopping Time!

He didn’t know how the points worked but he was definitely pleased to find the things he ordered on his own.

Prompto had another huge weapons case and a bag with his clothes to find. Shouldn’t be that hard, right?

He also found a mystery box that contained...a cupcake!

"Oh cool." He grinned brightly. He'd have to share that with Noctis later.

III. Training

He found himself feeling antsy.

Prompto made his way to the gym, finding himself wishing had more comfortable clothes...but he did! He turned around and went back to his room quickly.

He changed into his Crownsguard fatigues and came back looking a lot more comfortable even though he looked like a teenager with a punk aesthetic. He could swear he was an adult and everything!

He bounced a few times and began to stretch himself out. After he was satisfied, he began to run laps. It was a great way to clear his head.

IV. Wildcard

((OOC: Need something else from Prompto? Just have another idea? Please feel free to help yourself, or if you have any questions you can hit me up at Ammeschan, Discord: Ammeschan#5385 or feel free to PM this account.))

Spark - Mostly OTA

[death_from_above]

Platform - OTA

Spark was in a pretty good mood. He loved platform day! New suckers to beg fish off of, to give him pets and... He was coming to find the reactions of people who didn't realize he could talk hilarious. Not always, but often enough. So, anyone wanna pet and feed a poor starving orange kitty?


Platform - locked to Vexen

So he might have used the guy as a spring board to launch himself at Leia. And he might have to pay for that now... He would be avoiding Vexen, but honestly he didn't really notice WHO he had used, just that it wasn't someone he knew well - if at all - and he wasn't going to avoid everyone. You never knew who might be able to create fish, after all.

v

[blitzcheer]

"'Help wanted'? Should we be worried?"

Look at this sight: Senku, and a sign for help. Also the bottle and book, but really, the two could totally be unrelated to the help that Senku's requesting. Either way, Tidus has other things to bother the guy about, though he'll take the moment to announce his presence with a friendly joke.

Demyx | OTA

[melodiouspacifist]

I. Platform

Demyx would avoid this part if he could. He didn’t know what it was about the whole experience that left him feeling tired and mildly frustrated. It was not really visible to anyone, he was just smiling. Because of his misfortune with the random outfits, so far, he was still mostly wearing his uniform. He had on an orange polo and black cargo pants. What he had added, was his black Organization coat, which was completely unzipped and only worn overtop as a favour to Vexen.

He wasn’t really looking like the welcoming type so much as he was lurking on the edge of people. He couldn’t help it, he was used to blending in the background.

II. Shopping

He had tried, yet again to get an outfit he would like from the random selection. Sure, he could order his own clothes but he didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted...not what he was getting.

Demyx would find the bag easily enough and let out a whoop. “Yes! Cool!”

He was also, again, looking for a pair of books wrapped in paper with his name on them. No, he hadn’t become a reader, they were thin, yet more sheet music. He was taking the opportunity to devour as much of that as he could.

III. Music Room

It was always going to end this way, wasn’t it?

Demyx was still going to the music room every day and spending an unhealthy amount of time in there. Maybe, just maybe, it was time for someone to drag him out of it.

Otherwise, he’d be sitting there with his sitar on his lap, tuning up to play a song.

IV. Wildcard

((OOC: Need something else from Demyx? Just have another idea? Please feel free to help yourself, or if you have any questions you can hit me up at Ammeschan, Discord: Ammeschan#5385 or feel free to PM this account.))