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A New Platform [Intro Post August]
On the Train
Everyone on the train might be suffering various states of exhaustion but a few days after the mission ends there is an announcement.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen of the month of Merriment. Points have been updated on the system."
With points updated, everyone can spend the morning shopping, the shop has indeed been updated to allow them to buy large items. 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 doors open. As usual, those who leave first notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Auditi Blyght, Dio Brando, Entrapta, Handsome Jack, Hecate, Ken Ichijouji, Kerry Eurodyne, Lightning, Rose Tyler, Siobahn Chereshei, Six, Tani, Thief King Bakura, V, Woz, Xander Woods; all pass across the platform, not looking back. And then they're gone, disappeared 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. The platform is shaded by two large trees, though the branches are almost bare, the ground beneath their feet is crunchy with leaves which the wind often picks up and swirls around them. The air has a chill to it, a blustery wind that will have them grateful for the hoodies they have found themselves in. Behind them through the fogs is a set of barriers, set in a brick wall and in front of them is a single set of tracks extending both ways into that same 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 on the foggy, blustery platform; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform isn't large, but it is enough to hold the five 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, perhaps ten minutes or so, 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 coconuts, bottles of coconut oil and tins of coconut milk, the ingredient of the month of Merriment, 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 those intrigued by the claim of a parcel for every passenger they will find several large boxes filled with small bags in team colours.. Inside each bag is thirty red coins imprinted on each side with a golden sun. There is also a wristband. Adults over eighteen will find a black wristband, teens will find theirs is green and passengers aged twelve and under will find a yellow wristband. Each bag has a small label with a passengers name. On the other side of the label it reads: Keep these safe for now.
New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. In most rooms, the occupied beds are obvious, leaving the spotless, empty spaces for the newcomers. 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 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!
Everyone on the train might be suffering various states of exhaustion but a few days after the mission ends there is an announcement.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen of the month of Merriment. Points have been updated on the system."
With points updated, everyone can spend the morning shopping, the shop has indeed been updated to allow them to buy large items. 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 doors open. As usual, those who leave first notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Auditi Blyght, Dio Brando, Entrapta, Handsome Jack, Hecate, Ken Ichijouji, Kerry Eurodyne, Lightning, Rose Tyler, Siobahn Chereshei, Six, Tani, Thief King Bakura, V, Woz, Xander Woods; all pass across the platform, not looking back. And then they're gone, disappeared 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. The platform is shaded by two large trees, though the branches are almost bare, the ground beneath their feet is crunchy with leaves which the wind often picks up and swirls around them. The air has a chill to it, a blustery wind that will have them grateful for the hoodies they have found themselves in. Behind them through the fogs is a set of barriers, set in a brick wall and in front of them is a single set of tracks extending both ways into that same 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 on the foggy, blustery platform; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform isn't large, but it is enough to hold the five 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, perhaps ten minutes or so, 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 coconuts, bottles of coconut oil and tins of coconut milk, the ingredient of the month of Merriment, 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 those intrigued by the claim of a parcel for every passenger they will find several large boxes filled with small bags in team colours.. Inside each bag is thirty red coins imprinted on each side with a golden sun. There is also a wristband. Adults over eighteen will find a black wristband, teens will find theirs is green and passengers aged twelve and under will find a yellow wristband. Each bag has a small label with a passengers name. On the other side of the label it reads: Keep these safe for now.
New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. In most rooms, the occupied beds are obvious, leaving the spotless, empty spaces for the newcomers. 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 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!
Gym
He could actually relax but he had done enough of that for the time being. But as soon as he stepped into the gym he could himself pausing for a moment. It seemed like there was someone else already doing thier own training.
This was fine, but to him thw way they were training just reminded him of the way he does when he is angry or pissed off and usually that ends with something getting broken. So he soon speaks up.
"I guess the events of the last world really bothered you?"
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"Ain't used to gettin' my head messed with. Figured this was the best place to put it." Because he's very well and fully capable of stabbing someone with his words if his foul mood festers, and he's been working damn hard to avoid that. He's managed to not storm out of a conversation angrily in a full month. Progress.
"There was a lotta hard stuff I didn't like forgettin'. Including my boy." And with that he kicks that dummy like he's trying to take out both its kneecaps.
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Allen moved a bit further in a full understanding of that kind of frustration. Forgetting those that you very much care about. It just wasn't right what happened.
"It really sucked, forgetting those we love. So I can understand that anger. I forgot my friends and even my father figure myself. The one person who made me who I am... Sort of." If only for a brief moment his hand clenched into a fist at that very thought but it was quick to pass. He tried to not let his emotions get the better of him right now.
"So who is your boy?"
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He takes a step back from the dummy, giving it a light shoved like it's some guy he's gonna pick a fight with at a bar. It gets an accusing look, and he only catches the end of that fistclench at the thought. Well, it'd make sense for the sentiment to go both ways, despite his confidence that his own boy didn't like him so much.
"Peter Quill. He ain't here. Don't reckon he ever has been."
Though it does occur to him from time to time that should Peter hear him refer to him as his kid so freely now, he'd be bewildered.
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But for the moment he went to lean against the wall. Maybe talking might be a helpful thing right now.
"I don't recall anyone by that name having been here so I don't think they have. But I haven't been here from the start so who knows before I came here. But... what were they like?"
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But, he asked what kind of person Peter was. Not whether or not he should be there. "Good guy. Turned out decent. Learned to fight from me. Learned to care from his Ma. Never met her but I heard enough stories..." Which, whether or not he said he was adopted, that at least suggests it.
"Better'n lettin' it fester an' blow up in a real person's face."
He glares at the dummy. "It was real easy to find someone to fight, back where I came from, whenever I got this pissed off. Always some idiot with some goddamn point to prove, an' all I had to do was to place myself in the right position at the right time an' someone'd just bring it to me. It ain't like sparrin', no. Practice fightin' means you mean for your partner to come back later. Nah. I'd just wait for someone to come after my head.
"Kinda not used to bein' in a place where nobody's got nothin' to prove on me an' I don't got nothin' to prove on them."
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"He sounds like a really good guy. You seem to have raised him well as did his Ma before you." He didn't know what might have happened, he just understood that she wasn't around.
"But it's odd isn't it? Being around so many people who aren't like that. In missions you might but those are once a month. Hard to take out frustrations full because of it."
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Being wary of them anyway, even despite everything they do to prove themselves, that part is hard. Spending his time around decent people, knowing what kind of life he's led? Knowing that he's a bottom feeder compared to some of the grand souls wandering this train. People that legitimately contributed to their universe.
His only contribution to his? Saving the life of one Peter Quill.
At least he seems less keen on beating the hell out of the dummy. "I raised the stubborn fightin' part of 'im, so it might not be 'good' but it's somethin' he can use in a tough situation. And he does... makes a real good job of it."
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"Because raising a kid can be tough, and at the end of the day you did it in the best way you could."
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So maybe he could just focus on the train kids and stop beating the hell out of himself.
"You have it rough with your family sometimes, too?" He looks too young to be a father but he could very much be wrong about that. People can look twenty and be hundreds of years old around here.
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He still raised him at the end of the day after all and he got him out of the circus that did nothing but treat him horribly.
"Though family can also be what you make of it, so...rough with my found family back home would be an understatement."
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But Allen sounds like a decent person. "Only type I've ever known has been the type you come across. But yeah, even with that kind it can get rough." He knows he messed up well enough with his. Over and over.
Here's hoping Rocket does better, on Yondu's advice.
"Is it more a team thing? Group you travel with?" Just some folks on the side, maybe?
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Even if one couldn't actually be there anymore or risk being thrown into prison for being a traitor.
"But at the end of the day...families are a nice thing to have. Even here."
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"You got one here?" He says, rather than voicing those current thoughts.
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"Not that I am aware of. I haven't really thought about family. I have a few close friends, but that is it. Do you?"
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"I got a couple of people who depend on me. I worry about leavin' 'em. And I do not trust this train to keep me right now."
Raven and Kyoko would probably have a rough time of it. But they're the only ones he's closest to for his loss to matter. Maybe Soldat, who has lost enough after everything he's gone through.
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Which is he knows not a great thing to think when it comes to the train, but this is something he was grown use to. But doesn't make the pain any less.
"Just got to hope that you stay another couple weeks everytime, but there is always that lead up, so close to platform dsy you usually get an idea at least compared to some other places where it happens suddenly."
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But he might as well ask. "What happened? Way back when. What was it like?" Because he suspects that in recent time it's been significantly different. Especially with people who didn't know about this place and with no one to explain it to them.
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Considering the first place he went to worlds were all fallen into darkness. He had no way of knowing if everything was actually okay. He had the hope but he couldn't be certain.
"It ultimately sucks, but I'm happy to be able to help people. I want to save and help everyone regardless of who they are or thier past... Everyone deserves saving." With that last part he gave a soft smile. He was being truly honest in his words. Even with all the bad stuff he had that goal and it kept him going.