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

[cepicorpus]

Dio studies Emporio for a long moment, now that he's certain his distress over Pucci isn't going to end in tears and thus potentially murder.

Instead of a straight answer, he raises one hand, and The World melts through the nearest wall, gleaming and golden. He fully expects the boy to react to the Stand's presence, which will be revealing in of itself. He must have one of his own, though the thought of someone so young being struck by the arrow was abhorrent.

"There are many things in our world, boy, than are explained by mortal understanding." Like Stands! "Their gifts are manifold, and can have unexpected results over time."

[seacub]

Now that, is a STAND. Emporio definitely reacts, albeit with only mild alarm than anything else. "Oh-" Well, he supposes he should have expected that, but-

Problem, the way Dio has presented this has left a gaping hole for misunderstanding. "...So...your Stand made you live longer then, is what you're saying..?"

He can't really be blamed for reaching this conclusion,

[cepicorpus]

The World raises one gloved hands in a vague pantomime of a wave, a gesture that seems friendly enough in spite of the fixed frown. There's something in the gleaming figure's bearing and movements that suggests it's not simply following Dio's unspoken directions in the doing.

"Among other things, yes. But not only that." What's easier to believe, Stands or vampirism? "With the power of my Stand alongside the vampirism granted me decades ago, I imagine if I'm careful I might well live forever."

Actually he's probably going to die in another several hours if he returns home, isn't fate a bitch? "Were I, Dio, to grant you the gift of undeath, without a Stand which compliments such a thing, I could not say how long you would endure." There's a long moment's pause, as his Stand glances at him almost in askance. "I do not intend to do any such thing," he adds, almost as if prompted.

[seacub]

Considering the uh...relatively expressionless looks from the likes of Weather Report, Emporio can't say that the World is any worse really. Actually he can't help but be a little amazed at how human like they seem- it almost makes him thing of Star... ...hm.

...Well in any case. Stands. Definitely Stands, are the more easy to believe.

There's a bit of rapid blinking- by the time he can even comprehend the first part, Dio has said his peace. "Uh- I don't know what it would take to compliment it, but I think I'm fine..!" He's only a kid after all!! "That's really amazing though... ...uh, if it's okay to ask, how does yours help with that then?"