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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!
"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!
Prompto Argentum | Purple Team | OTA
Prompto was not expecting to see Casper walking away.
It hurt.
He wasn’t in some deep love affair with him, not yet, but Casper had liked him. They’d agreed to start dating and getting closer together, getting to know each other better…
Casper walked away. Not willingly, of course, but it was the kind of thing that had Prompto staring after his form, completely lost in his own thoughts and feelings. He was trying to sort out how he felt, and couldn’t help the fleeting thought that this was the kind of thing that always happened, didn’t it? He wasn’t really suitable for romance.
Standing there, lost in thought either made him an obstacle, or someone who was just standing on the platform when the train was getting ready to leave.
Startling him out of his thoughts, he would force a smile. “Sorry, didn’t catch that, what?”
II. Alone?
He would do his best to smile, help and joke around until he could get away, slipping away to the gym.
Prompto wasn’t sure if anyone was watching, but a run would do him good.
His pace was a bit punishing, like he blamed himself, and at some point, he could be seen wiping his eyes.
Everything was fine, until it wasn’t, and when he finished his run, he collapsed in a heap in the corner, hands over his face.
III. Cinema
He didn’t care what people would think of him at the moment, he put on some animal-themed movie about a star animal doing incredible things and sat down to sulk.
It was sulking, really, but the worst habit was the fact he was sucking on the stick of rock he’d gotten as a prize for the purple team.
IV. Wildcard
[Choose your own adventure! Prompto can pretend he’s in a great mood when he’s not, or he can break down if you’re interested in that sort of thing. He prefers the first one.]
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But it's not an annoyed kind of repetition. She doesn't mind having to repeat herself here. No, instead the only emotion that fills her voice is one of concern, considering Prompto did really seem like he was spacing out as he was standing around on the platform..
Though she's not too sure if she isn't reading into this too much. But even if she is, maybe it's alright to at least ask: "Are you.. okay?"
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"Uhhhh...yeah!" He chirped a little bit.
"Totally fine. Everything's great!" It didn't take much of a detective to consider he may be lying about that.
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The true question she's asking herself here is whether it's okay or not to dig into it - especially when Prompto might be really hurt. Is he the type who'd prefer talking about it or not? Madoka is only now realising that she doesn't even know.
So she decides maybe the right idea is to give him a feeew more minutes, and then ask him further about it. Which means that for now she is latching onto his hand, using that as leverage to tug him back onto the train.
"Come on, let's go sit down together inside there."
Before the train leaves without Prompto. That'd be even worse.
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Once he was on the train, safe and sound, he could be encouraged to sit down.
At the very least, he wouldn't accidentally die on the platform spacing out. That would've been embarrassing.
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And judging by the fact that Prompto was collapsed in a corner of the gym, hands over his face, one of those someones had been him this time around. Lea moved to sit down quietly next to him, not saying anything. Then, after a moment, he spoke up. "So...", he said gently. "Who left this time?"
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"Ah. Casper did." He answered. It might be strange to be upset about it, considering he hadn't known him that long, but he was sad.
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"I got to spend a lot of time with him. It was nice."
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...probably not, not completely. Tidus takes note in the back of his head to check up on the guy, see how he is when he can, and he gets his chance in the cinema carriage. The movie playing barely registering for him than the sight of Prompto, who he makes his way over to, slipping in the chair beside him.
"Hey. You like them? It's way too hard for me."
The rock candy, he means.
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He put it back in his mouth. That was a better question to answer than anything else.
"Also, hey." He responded after a moment.
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"This any good?"
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It was a sappy animated movie about a cute animal, of course it was great.
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But Allen felt like there was a sense of familiarity about it, so he couldn't help but stand there.
"Hey... I know you might not want to, but... If something id on your mind and you want to talk, I can help with that"
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"It's nothing special." He did mean that. "Someone I...got along with left."
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It just proved a point that you never know really.
"While it might make it hard to want to get close, the benefits are still better than being alone."
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He sucked in a breath and tried to smile. "Kind of a downer, right?"
No one liked someone who was sad, did they?
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Was he losing a good friend? It was always sad to see people go! And Romeo had lost lots of friends this way before, he thought that might be why Prompto hadn't even heard him at first.
He was worried about him and wanted to find a way to help him keep his spirits up.
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"I'll be alright, how are you doing?"
Yes, he was losing a friend. It really sucked.
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Especially when they were good friends. "Do you want to do something? To keep your spirits up?"
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"Always good to distract yourself. Got any ideas?"
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Her eyes scrutinize his, recognizing his rumination. "You lost someone." A stated fact, and an open invitation to share his feelings, should he desire it.
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"Yeah." He admitted with a tiny smile. "But I'll be fine."
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"Perhaps it is for the best. Perhaps they go home. I like to think so, at least."
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"Noct and I need to get back too, you know? Saving the world, that kind of thing."
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