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A New Platform [Intro Post October]
On the Train
The train continues its journey
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen 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. Asch, Ayumi Uoshida, Cleopatra Selene, Della Duck, Ghost, Hanuel Min, Jaisyn Solo, Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood, Nie Huaisang, Vermouth; 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 four new faces. Wearing hoodies, three in purple one orange, 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 relatively small, a brick wall behind them and cracked flagstones on the floor. It is cold, icy cold but the wall at least shelters them a little.
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, freezing 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 four 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 yadon tail, as well as all sundries.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags.
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!
The train continues its journey
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen 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. Asch, Ayumi Uoshida, Cleopatra Selene, Della Duck, Ghost, Hanuel Min, Jaisyn Solo, Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood, Nie Huaisang, Vermouth; 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 four new faces. Wearing hoodies, three in purple one orange, 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 relatively small, a brick wall behind them and cracked flagstones on the floor. It is cold, icy cold but the wall at least shelters them a little.
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, freezing 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 four 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 yadon tail, as well as all sundries.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags.
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!
Satoru Ōkido | Orange Team | OTA
Locked to Eva
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[(any possible healing threads that had been planned will be held off for now, until later depending on varying things.)]
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Oh. Hm. Something is familiar about this man. He decides that's worth investigating, and so he stops to talk. ]
Hah...welcome to the everyman team. Did the others fill you in?
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Something about Gods screwing with time and space to bring me here, but not much else.
[or what he's understood, thanks to Eva.]
What do you mean by everyman team?
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[ Kaiba moves to lean on the corridor, and Satoru may notice a certain ball clipped to his belt. ]
I'm sure you noticed that we're divided into four teams: red, blue, purple, and orange. We're divided that way according to our aptitudes.
Red is the specialist strike team, they tend to get the most extreme and dangerous missions. Blue is full of self-sacrificing people, they tend to assist the locals on mission planets. Purple fights monsters and does the hero thing, and on orange...we're all the rest. Tech support, investigation, and exploration.
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Monsters? You mean ones we can tame and train, or the ones that come from fairy tales or comic books?
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But we know the difference between those battles and...for example, Pokémon. There are a few trainers here already, and we know the difference.
[ And that's where he recognizes this man from, Seto realizes. ]
Are you Eva's partner?
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So what you're telling me, is that those things are just as real as pokemon then. Uh... huh.. 'kay then.
She's my girlfriend, but how d'you know her? You some trainer that got pulled here too and knew her from somewhere?
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[ He can laugh now, with distance, but. That was fun. ]
I first met Eva here on the train, actually. She showed me an old picture of the two of you. And I'm not from a world where Pokémon exist, but she summoned one here for me to train because she believed it would keep me focused.
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[Hopefully not too soon, he could do without that kind of chaos for a while. But aside from that, a snort and a nod at the answer.]
How much of a pain has she been? Wait-- you said you come from a place where they don't exist...
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Lags in late...
Re: Satoru Ōkido | Orange Team | OTA
Not fair, Train, not fair! But, it also gives her enough time to gather her thoughts, have Roro out by her shoulder (and recording!), pull his pendant out of the armsband and then drop it around his neck.
She shrugs.] I was grabbed just like you and everyone else. Hasn't anyone filled you in yet...? Or you been stickybeaking at the train?
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There's a shrug and shake of his head, even if he was told, nothing stuck in all the newness.]
You don't look beat up, at least. And nah, no one told me anything about this.
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[Because despite what kids have said and think, they do not live at the facilities.
Though, she doubts it would have been Skull (unless it was for a street battle), meaning one of the other, not-as-harmless gangs on Alola. Yet if her time on the train has taught her anything...] Wait-... Weird question, but what year is it back home?
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You, jumped on the way to work? As if, who'd be stupid enough to do that?
[That question makes him give her a "wtf" look before raising an eyebrow, tightening his grip on Shirayuki's ball unintentionally. How couldn't she know what year it is..?]
What are you talking about, did you hit your head during things? It's 2007.
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At least there's proof the train is.. wrong re: time? Maybe. Doesn't matter, and at least she has terms she can use to break the news to him.] Right. So... basically assume something the equivalent of a dialga or serebī's messing with time right now, as that's roughly a year into the future from when I was grabbed. I'd say we could even add Distofuckery into it, too...
[She is Very Resigned to this as life.]
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Though he also gives a huge sigh of relief at that strange-yet-not explanation. She hasn't dealt with it yet, but it's written on his face that Something Happened he's not quite saying.]
So the Gods are screwing around with everyone, got it. But... Year behind me? That mean the 'tree is open and Mizuki-chan is Champ there?
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Basically. Hmm. Tree's open, yeah, and I think Mizuki-chan's champ. [Erk. It's been 14 months since home and a lot's happened.] More importantly, what's happened back home?
assuming I used that right
And then a half-smile, he can just talk about the battle tree. Deflection works, right?]
Heaps. The Tree's doing really well, lots of people come to it to battle. Our matches are still the most popular. Whenever either of us battle, they get the most cheers.
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Either gmail or dw is holding my tags hostage :(
WILDCARD
...
-thud-
Red Team's job this month is cooking. Cooking these...chewy tails, into various dishes. It involves a lot of meat prep, so a good distraction is, ultimately, preparing the meat for when it's time to be cooking later.
...
-thud-
The knife meets the cutting board. The tail, slowly, becomes something that isn't a tail. She's not really paying attention to much else though.
(Takechirou, perched nearby, might- but he doesn't make a sound.)]
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Only to be drawn to the kitchen and see & smell something familiar: yadon tail. Though he sees a girl in not very good spirits chopping said tail, making his stomach growl, not having eaten since the morning before the finals.]
Hey is that yadon tail you're chopping up? I'll help if it is. I haven't eaten all day..
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...Pauses. When she looks up, it is with a dull expression- the sort one has when they're trying to keep back most emotions after a particularly hard breakdown. She's doing a good job at least, but all the same.
She looks at the tail.]
...The recipes said it is, [she says quietly.] ...Red team is supposed to cook this month. ...I can cook something, then.
Flops back late x.x
[Satoru's attempting his best not to comment on how Kiyoiri looks with that telling expression he knows when something is off, if prior experience with Eva is anything to go by, but it's on his face before some curiosity and concerns break through.]
Y'ok? Or gonna be?
u made it....
[Oh...common, huh. Well. She looks back to the meat.] We have recipes for burgers, stew, and steak strips; right now, I am cutting for stew.
[...It's easier to do that one mindlessly after all, but...]
....eventually, I have to be.
[Not quite an answer, but. Still.]
Platform
She isn't wearing her orange anymore, since she got her Whites, and she wonders sometimes whether she should put orange on her somewhere. She's just too uncomfortable with the idea now that she has her own clothes again.
She walks up to the newcomer, though--she is one of the junior leads, after all--and gives a sympathetic smile.]
Those are both rather excellent questions. I'm unfortunately still working on the answers.
Sorry for delay, irl smacked me
No one ever explained anything to you? Nothing even the least bit helpful?
[A huff of irritation, though not at her as his shoulders drop. She looks like she could be important and that he should be polite at the very least.]
Is there anything you know about that train then or where it goes?
No worries, it smacks me too <3