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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!
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"Y'know, the woman what added the protections to that coat got off today. Good lady. I really wanted to fight by her but uh... train's a damn bitch."
And a terrifying one. Both of them are dead. Both of them are deeply uncertain about what may happen. Both of them have a lot riding on this damn train and what it chooses to do with them. Honestly their best hope is being shunted off somewhere else.
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"So the train really is the one that sends them out?" It's harder to dismiss if Yondu thinks so, too. She still doesn't want to believe it. But... She can't brush it off and pretend she didn't hear it if he backs it up.
She didn't think about all of this when Homura left. But, honestly, Kyoko... just assumed that Homura could take care of herself. And was too new to grasp what any of it meant when it happened. They worked together, and Homura tried to save her life by telling her not to go after Mami. Kyoko would trust her to watch her back. But she wouldn't say they were... close. So she really didn't think twice about it.
She regrets that now. All this time... What's been happening to her? What's happening to Mami right now?
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He's not exactly saying it in a casual tone, but in the voice of someone whose tired. Tired of losing fights, tired of losing people, tired of having to struggle. Exhaustion seeping out of them, messy with weariness.
"Some people go to different places, after. But I ain't heard of no one that went home an' came back proper. If they reappear on the train, then they either went to some different place, or they just fizzled out an' reappeared on the train. They were seen leavin' on the platform but they didn't remember it happenin'."
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But anyway. Before all that, she has more questions.
"So... It might just be -- what, an illusion? When they leave the train?" That's... actually interesting. "I talked to Nozomi earlier. She's been to other weird worlds before that do like the train does, bringing in random people from all over. And she said -- " That she has a crush on Mami. That's not relevant, that's not what she's talking about right now. "She said when people were sent away from those places, they were... just gone. 'Poof.' So if that's what actually happens here... And the train makes those illusions so that, what? We aren't left wondering?"
She wants that to be the truth. She really does.
"But... When you say they go to different places. What do you mean? Like... The worlds Nozomi's been to, maybe?"
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"Yeah, like that. Both that it's an illusion- why they cain't be moved or stopped, an' those other worlds what people can go to. Vegeta an' Bulma came from one, so did Crowley and Aziraphale." He doesn't know how that works. He's just going to just let it live over there where his brain doesn't yet have to deal with it.
At this point he's flipping her sandwich over, and going to grab a plate that he can put it on once it's done. "From the way you talk about her, I doubt there's a place out there that wouldn't want that girl. She's probably okay. Maybe one day y'all can have each other again. End up in a slightly less frustrating place than this."
He scoops her sandwich out and brings it over to her. He'd maybe lied when they said they didn't have to talk about it, 'cause here he is talking about it, but he can't ignore that Kyoko looks like she needs the comfort.
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With a start, she realizes she's already eaten half the sandwich. She forces herself to slow her chewing.
Is the train frustrating? It isn't exactly an easy life, but they're given enough food and don't have to pay for essentials. If she has to put her life on the line, that's nothing new. If she's facing strange and confusing obstacles, that's normal for her, too. Really, the worst thing about the train is... this situation. Watching Mami walk away and not being able to do anything about it. And the idea that the same thing could happen to her -- that one day, maybe she'll be one more body leaving the train, and Yondu won't be able to do anything but stand by and watch. Is being lost in the void, or whatever the hell happens to them, really any worse than dying? She knows Yondu would be cut up about it on her behalf either way.
... the sandwich is gone. Her attempt to slow down failed. "Uh..." An awkward pause. "Thanks." Itadakimasu.
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And here she is, thinking she'd be the first to go. He doesn't know it, but that seems as inconceivable (and disastrous).
"Welcome." He grabs the plate and puts it in the sink, leaving half-chopped purple tomatoes behind for the moment before he comes over to the chair that she's hunkered over.
There's not much he can say to comfort her, so he gives her a hug. It's an awkward hug, the way someone might shield their kid from a heavy rain, him hunkering over her to do it and his nose full of red hair. But it is a genuine, warm gesture from a lug that's run out of decent words.
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It would be nice for the story if she cried, here. She feels like maybe she's supposed to. She's been so worried about unraveling, about drowning. But Yondu folds himself over her and in the safety of his embrace, she feels...
She doesn't feel anything. Her eyes are heavy and they itch and her throat is tight. But inside, there's nothing.
He's so solid. Present. Familiar. She slowly sinks her fingers into the sleeves of his coat. He's here. She's lost Mami, she wasn't able to save her, but Yondu's still here. And she's still here. She still has family to look after.
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He huffs softly.
"You got about nine miles of hair, girl. I'm surprised you ain't got ripped arms just from brushin'."
He pats her shoulder, and goes back to chopping for the moment.