voidtreckerexpress | A New Platform [Intro Post September]

A New Platform [Intro Post September]

On the Train

"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Nebula. 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 doors open. As usual, those who leave first notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. A-Qing, Atem, Beauregard Lionett, Casper LeBlanc Jr, Donatello Versus, Frankie Bacon, Ichiban Kasuga, Kumoko, Lena Sabrewing, Mami Tomoe, Mono, Peter Parker, Reno, Shi Qingxuan, Tobari, Wen Ning; 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 open to a bright blue sky, speckled with a couple of clouds. It's very warm, enough that they will not want to stay in those hoodies for long. 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, blistering hot 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 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'). They will also find a bunch of posters around the train and might notice the new clock in the standard coach.

The store rooms have been restocked with fresh ingredients, the ingredient this month is a strange meat, yaddon tail.

For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. There is a box labelled for purple team containing a stick of rock for each member of purple team, including those who are new. Join in your teams success!

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!

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"Get used to the migraines. This place is chock full of reasons for headaches and only about half of them are people being confusing."

Murphy plants himself in the seats behind Jake. 'Seats', because he stretches his lanky legs out. He's wearing a black suit with a red shirt that really sets off the whole 'entirely red skin' thing. And that Satan aesthetic? He's stick with it. The look on people's faces when they first see him really should be that they've landed in some kind of hell.

"Name's Murphy. You don't sound like a god or legendary hero or pokemon master. Or are you some misplaced space ninja and I'm misjudging? If you're none of those, then that's what I meant about the headaches."

"I don't know what to even do with this shit! I mean, it's edible. I been tryin' stuff. But I just-"

He picks up a piece of the pumpkin and offers it to her.

"I think it might be 'cause I don't know a whole lot about Terran food." That's his best guess. That and he's just new and bad at it. The pear joins the rest of the malformed but tasty assortment, like a satirical still-life model.

It's a body language that he's starting to learn well. The sniff, the hidden wipe of eyes. It's not just Kyoko's girl gettin' off the train. He just lost team members, and that hurts enough, but none of them had his heart.

Yondu goes over to Kitty and puts an arm around her shoulders, tipping his head towards the train.

"C'mon, I'll cover ya until you get somewhere private. S'fine." And he hopes she knows he understands, considering his breakdown all that time ago. And now he knows about the home that she's been missing.

Kitty didn't say anything for a moment, glancing at the cabinet where the supplies were. "I mean, I can understand that," she finally said. "But if you're keeping some with you, that does kind of leave others without it, doesn't it? Even if more is restocked later, there's still less for people right now."

She startles just a bit at the sudden touch, but relaxes when she hears the familiar voice. She doesn't say anything, not sure she could trust her voice just yet, and simply nods a little as leans into him a little to help hide her face a bit more.

"I'm likely to be visiting this car frequently anyway," she said. "I have a pretty good amount of medical training. At least enough to play nurse."

Says the fourteen year old.

"If it gets low, I'll return some, but if I can force the conductor to get more, I'm going to. And I'd rather have the ability to treat someone on site, then forcing them to move. People can bleed out pretty fast." And that is also said with quite a bit of certainty.

Kitty is pretty aware of that herself, so she really can't blame the other girl for wanting to have stuff on hand.

"Well, just be careful. It won't help either if we were running low on supplies we need here, and you aren't able to get stuff back here in time."

"If things are going that badly, I'll probably need the medical supplies on me for others. Unless all the doctors here are bad at their job and over use things," she said, tossing bandages in her bag and putting the rest away. "If that many are getting hurt at once, its going to be a whole thing and that's why its important to be ready for an emergency. Now where is the medical thread..."

"You'll get used to it, mister."

Link was trying to help out the newest arrivals as best as he could. He was wearing a hoodie of the blue variety, mainly because he hadn't earned enough points to buy something more comfortably familiar. (And green.)

"Did someone already explain things to you?"

platform:

It's never a good platform. Some meet familiar faces, and maybe that's a positive, but Tidus isn't sure how he'd feel, seeing anyone he knew (or more like, he doesn't want to think about it, to get excited and then know they'll disappear). His heart sinks the most at this moment though, witnessing Webs leave. She was as part of the train as the walls themselves, always tucked away in the dressing carriage, weaving and playing games.

He lets out a breath, saying to no one in particular, "Well, there goes the squad..."

luggage/training gym:

So life goes on. There's orders in luggage for Tidus to grab, a puzzled face made at the ... hard stick he finds (rock candy), holding up his in confusion. But otherwise, there's also what can be found in the luggage car at this time is the sight of a weight bench, and weights. Feel free to bump into him there while he figures the best way to...deal with them.

Or, find him in the training gym, to home them in their destination. Figuring out some corner of the gym to put them in; making each set - the bench, the racks, the metal bars - materialise in a colour of gold.

Though, making the weights themselves appear from nowhere causes a fluster, when the rack hits the fall less than graceful, and a very (not manly) yelp-

the entire rack topples over with a heavy thunk. Fortunately the weights stay on, but now it's...the wrong way.

And one ~~teen~~ adult is standing there, sweating over how to pick it back up...!!

around the train:

In less disastrous activities (debatable), Tidus is armed. ...with clocks. Two alarm clock-sized, and he's sizing up a few of the carriages, trying to make decisions. He stops in the library, looking for a spot where the clock might be good to home. Sits it on top of one of the smaller bookcases, then a table. Tries out the games car, seeing how one might look on the cupboard where boardgames are packed inside. The greenhouse, how about somewhere in here? Or the kitchens?

In the sports gym, however, out comes an actual wall clock - and also up goes Tidus, deciding to climb the cupboards in here, rather sold on sticking the clock up on the wall there.

He'll be distracted if anyone comes up behind; but if you do, you may hear him muttering, "Nails? Arrgh, okay, let's see what we can do...!"

network (voice):

[ Which he says with a dip in his tone; a slip that's gone as he carries on. ]

While Eva doesn't have to be doing it, Katsuya does, since he is Blue Team.

And boy, does he squint at the recipes for a moment before it dawns on him.

Alolan Poke Stew was kind of a huge specialty after all. "Holy shit." Holy shit!

"SLOWPOKE TAIL..!"

Annnnnd that's about when he comes back from the food storage and blinks. And blinks again. "Er... ...Yadon yer word for Slowpoke 'r somethin', b'cause these are definitely slowpokes..." ...Also-

"...Also I thought it was Blue's job t' cook th's time?" Not that he looks upset about Eva being there, or anything- he's just confused.

Potato comes trotting through the greenhouse with her beach gear still on- summery shorts and aquafir shirt, and a bucket with a shovel. Someone, it seemed, had fun in the sand garden.

Also there's lots of good fruit here! Lots! Including-

"WOAH!!! New fruits!!!"

Excuse her, Yondu, she's running over with the bucket going clunk-clunk-clunk-! "Did you plant a bunch of special fruits mister?"

"Uhhhhhh..." There are...a lot of things wrong with Jake's ideas here, he's pretty sure! Red sweater on over one of his newer shirts, Emporio adjusts his cap- freshly pinned with the new aquafir pin alongside his older pinetree from the winter fair- and blinks from where he was set up to wait for the train to let them back on. They're definitely allowed Now, but...

"...It's....a rescue force actually..."

Feeling more your thing now maybe, Jake?

The boy blinks again. "Do you want to maybe board before looking through your bag? We only have a little bit before it leaves, and...I'm pretty sure staying behind actually kills people."

"They want people to vote for an 'Art Carriage' when we have the chance again."

The voice might be a surprise. Or not! But when Razzy turns around, there's a girl just a bit younger than her (and probably a slight bit shorter), dressed Very out of uniform, accompanied by a crow-

The crow, on that note, peers and cocks his head curiously at the corgi. "Woof-bark!" is what he has to say to that.

Anyway. "They asked others to teach what they could, so I'm going to help people make doujin..."

PLATFORM.

For the first time in a while Jiang Cheng is affected by the departures on the platform; it's not his nephew or his brother, which is a relief, but the fact that people he knows and had come to care about, in his own way, have left... That makes him look rather irritable as he stands on the edge, arms crossing over his chest, teeth gritted hard behind his scowl.

He's not there for a very long time - there's no reason to be, not when he doesn't necessarily recognise anyone new in front of him - but he does look as though the scowl on his face isn't going anywhere. Eventually, he turns around to head away, Sandu at his side and Zidian sparking on his finger.

Only for a moment, though; he squashes the lightning quite quickly.

AROUND.

For the rest of the day Jiang Cheng can be found in a number of different places depending on the time of day - and, for a lot of it, his mood as well, which can swing around as oddly as a teenager.

In the mornings, with his early waking hour, he can be found in the gym; for the most part he doesn't draw Sandu for fear of damaging something, and his lightning whip is kept at bay, but he spends almost two hours working on the training dummies, keeping his muscles in shape and ensuring that he stays as fit as he can be between stops with the train. By the end of his session it's clear he's tired, sweaty and bright red, but he seems quite pleased with himself.

In quieter midday hours he can be found in the garden, sitting quietly by himself and enjoying the peace and quiet. It seems, for a little while, that he indulges in some meditation while gazing out at the lotus flowers. It seems as though he's a little bit overwhelmed, even sitting there alone, but he doesn't seem to mind being disturbed too much - depending on who it is, of course.

Finally, he can be found wandering between his room, in the library, reading all the non-fiction books on the Void, or in the kitchen, cleaning.

WILDCARD.

( Feel free to find Jiang Cheng somewhere else or PM/msg me for something personal and we can work it out! )

[ ooc: i'm trying not to get overwhelmed this early since it's mission month and i have both my girls back, so please PP me at

notanybunny or leave a comment here to request a starter! i'll be tagging around some too, but reserving most of my energies for the mission. ]

Well, here she is again, standing on the platform and watching The Train roll in.

"I really should stop waking up like this, huh, Neuf?" she mumbles, but there's no answer from her astromech droid, only the bustle of the passengers and the confusion of the newcomers around her. She sighs softly, though there's a small smile even as she does so, accepting that this is once again one of the Force's mysteries and all she can really do is go along with it. She also spares a glance at the SCA on her wrist, and takes a moment to check the color of her hoodie and the details on her ticket. Yeah, same assignment. Purple, Lower 4E.

She should hop on and check in with her teammates, then. And her mother (but not really) too, so as she starts to make her way on board she reaches out with the Force to seek out familiar presences.

The presence of a green person with lekku will presumably only further complicate the conspiracy board. Hera's wearing most of the purple uniform for the sake of new people, though she's wearing headgear brought in from her own galaxy.

She understands the reaction. She's glad he comes from a place where children don't have to send up caught up in these sort of things. But she also knows the particular children on the train. "I wouldn't recommend trying to convince these particular kids to stay out of things. They won't take it well."

“I guess…? I don’t think of myself as a hero of justice or anything like that.” Goku said.

“Honestly, we have no idea. I’d love to knock down that wall in the front, but Vegeta said it would reflect anything we attack at it.”

If there's one presence that stands out to Jaisyn in the Force, it's Leia's. Her mother has always been strong — but this version of her most especially.

So with her pets in tow, she makes her way through the train. One thing Leia might notably sense, though, is confusion. Because Jaisyn has been told about Diagad, about things that happened in Diagad, but that hadn't been her who'd been on Diagad. It's not the fact that there's another version of her running around some inexplicable part of the universe that bothers her, but something... more mundane. Which she hopes to talk to her mother about. Because that's what mothers are for, right? Girl talk?

When she finally spots her mother, she gives a small wave with her free hand. She's carrying her orange tabby cat in her other arm, while her rock lizard is resting comfortably on her head like a tiara.

[ 1. Arrival ]

Terris is used to sleeping on the cold, hard ground. He's hardly ever minded it. There were worse things, after all. It isn't until the heat in his hoodie becomes uncomfortable that he wakes up. With a yawn and some bedhead, he sits up, taking a short look around.

"Is it summer?" He asks, still half-asleep. He blearily looks around and doesn't see his robot companion. "Hey, Nike?" He asks out, giving his stomach a scratch as he pulls off his hoodie.

...Wait, this isn't his hoodie. And there's no answer from Nike. And that's when it finally clicks. He grips the hoodie in his hands, looking at it with wide eyes. Then he looks rapidly around the platform. Faces he's never seen before, he jolts up and actually raises his voice.

"Nike!?"

Shit, the bureau is going to kill him for losing her. And just where is he, anyway? He has an expression of he's not sure to be more surprised or worried.

"Why am I in someone else's clothes!?" is the first question he manages to ask when he frantically gets up to you. Help him, he has questions!

[ 2. Trains 'n Treats ]

So... he just got here and he gets a candy? But only the purple ones do? Not that he's complaining, sweets are awesome. And he supposes this will do for consolation, for now.

Of course, he walks around with this giant candy rod in his mouth, sucking on it like a child with their first lollipop, switching sides occassionally. It's not that he didn't have sweets back home, he just never did much to seek them out. Living paycheck to paycheck in a rundown building with a robot might do that to you.

Well, he's off in Lalaland as he wanders the train, rod still in his mouth, and it can't be said that he's paying attention to exactly what he's doing. Exploring the train maybe? But he's not really looking at anything. And then he walks into a door as it opens, which is unfortunate for him, because it hits that candy rod. A large chunk of the candy falls to the floor, but not before he feels a forceful shove into his throat. He doubles over, coughing (good, he's not choking), the rest of the treat ending up in his hand, making a slimy candy mess. But when he's able to regain his composure, the first thing he does is mourn the loss of his candy rod.

"Awe, man... My candy."

He actually pouts a little. He was eating that. What a bitter way for a sweet to go.

[ 3. Departure (Closed to roommates) ]

Terris is finally getting his footing about just what's going on around here. Weird that he showed up in a place like this, but it can't be helped. And after all the excitement thus far, he figures he might as well get himself situated. He finds the room he's staying in and sees the beds available.

And he just... flops, facedown, onto one of them. No he didn't check if it was taken by someone else and their effects. Was that a groan he made? They didn't look it, but he'd kind of hoped these were softer. Oh well. It probably beats sleeping on the ground. Probably.

He can't help but think of Nike. With Terris gone, will she be assigned to someone else? Will she be decommisioned until his return? He has no idea when he's coming back. Apparently no one here does.

...He hopes they don't just turn her off. Even if it means she has to be assigned to another agent.

But his mood instantly makes a shift the second he hears someone enter. Or maybe you've been there all along. Eitehr way, he just now noticed you. And a big smile goes on his face.

"Hey there, roomie. It's roomie, right? How's it going?"

“I’m Ryu. I… um. I’m not a dog, though? Or a Grass Runner. Scias is, though…”

“Yeah.” He smiled slightly. He didn’t seem bothered by his earlier failure very much. This wasn’t the first time he’d used something wrong. “I’m Ryu.”

Alice came to the luggage carriage to pick up what she ordered, but.. well, the last thing she expected to find upon entering said carriage is someone blatantly having picked up the package with her name on it.

And sure, she realises it's probably a new person, since he doesn't exactly look familiar, but that still doesn't mean she's all too pleased by the sight. It might be - read: definitely is - why she looks kind of annoyed as she's stepping over.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Razzy turns around and-

"Is there a-" She bites her tongue. There was the urge to ask if there was a game. It looked like Quartz or Jinx, turned into a girl and age messed with. Games didn't seem to mess with skin tone usually so definitely not Knight-

Except.

She wasn't in Sabra.

....okay, she is starting to think Knight's world has a Clone Thing. Because four is getting to be a lot.

"How do we make an art carriage? I mean, metal work is a lot, right?" She asked instead.

Gabriel looks up at the crow in apparent confusion. He barks back.

"What's a doujin?"

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A New Platform [Intro Post September]

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B. (fourth walling is fine)

Tidus ; OTA

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FROOT - lets shake this up

Platform B !

Reading Material! idk if razzy's met/remembers conan, so i left out that part of the appearance note

jiang cheng ( blue team ) ota

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exploration

She's indeed met Conan. And knew one previously. And Hattori. And Kaito.