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- alice liddell (am) [ou],
- blue oak [au],
- cassie cage [ou],
- inigo [ou],
- jin ling (mdzs) [crau],
- k'zeka tia [ou],
- kairi [ou],
- lan sizhui [ou],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- romeo [crau],
- taiki [ou],
- thanatos [ou],
- yondu udonta [ou],
- ~x~alvin murphy [ou],
- ~x~freeza [crau],
- ~x~shen qingqiu [au],
- ~x~wei wuxian [crau]
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!
both is fine
Hello, this is one guy currently in cargo shorts being enticed over by the promise of tea, and then by the smell of food. Though he doesn't immediately go for either, seeing the pair of faces serving this little snack bar (in a picnic blanket).
"Oh, are you two pals?"
But also, he's totally reaching for any skewer sticks available and a mug, pleeeease.
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The answer comes immediately, without a moment's pause for thought. Practically instinctual, really.
He does nudge one of those skewers in Tidus's direction though, like he's afraid picking one up to hand it to the guy might result in accidental physical contact.
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"Shen Qingqiu kindly agreed to help oversee my efforts for this picnic, since he was only averagely impressed with my scallion pancakes last time. How did you find the sali?"
His eyes flick to the far part of the platform as he hands over the tea.
"To help warm the cold spaces. Can't do much for the platform, really, but it's nice in hand."
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Oh, and a tea too!
Balancing the two pieces in hands, he answers with a mouthful- "Thanks. They were fine? Didn't get to know them well, but they were doing their best to protect their home. What jobs were you two doing?"
Eyes flickering between the pair, the food in mouth now gone. He twists the cup in his hand, for a better hold.
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It sounds rude, but he seems laid-back enough? As he casually sips his own cooling tea. "Things turned out well either way, did they not?"
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Everything in the final attack, that was. He joined Jiu in taking a sip of cooling tea. "I thought the fire-light blasts turned out well. Or the local wind-pools, dragging birds down. How often do we get the chance to work with entirely different energies?"
Wei Wuxian is, sadly, obviously energised by the thought. For a guy who still has nightmares about Chaos's world imploding, he takes what he can get.
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"What did you have to do to get anything working? That person said something about the SCAs, but I didn't really get it- better than nothing though," he remarks on a lighter note, and takes a sip of his own drink of tea.
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Despite looking as if he's not paying attention to the conversation though, one of his fluffy fox ears is turned in their direction, clearly listening in.
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As far as answering the question related to SCA adjacent activities went, there it was, summed up. "Beyond that, it was working with the crystals volunteers had been charging in the days before, finding a way to make our energies compatible, and adjusting crystals of different elements to either allow for wind or fire or sound manipulation."
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Mainly: "We had another mission like this when I first showed up - don't know if I told you? It was...spirits, something - people couldn't use certain magic, or powers." Since magic and powers can mean two different things - ...and Tidus isn't sure which of the two he's speaking about now, but.
"''pparently, some spirits got stuck inside a whirlpool? And we had to do a ritual on top of a mountain!" Cue, Tidus waving up the hand he's holding his skewer in. "And then the spirits got out, and everything was fine! ...think I'm missing details there, though."
He grins, a small sheepish chuckle between his teeth as he looks at both of the men, before taking another sip of his drink.
"I was surprised there were people in those statues - but it's not that weird." Not so weird, that there's no inflection as he speaks about it. "We have them back in Spira too. ...I wonder if they were okay with it?"
Being stuck in stone. He takes another sip.
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Shen Qingqiu turns back again just enough to shoot them a somewhat disbelieving frown. "Would you want to be trapped in a statue? If you do, then I really don't know what to say." Does he have any idea what was up with these statue people? No. Does it matter? Also no. The very idea is disturbing, really.
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Says he who died for that kind of a thing, but hey, he's smiling now, isn't he? Though his attention falls back to Tidus, and he hums, contemplative.
"Wondering about the people from Spira, or the people of the islands? Hemla was aware of their decision, and felt strongly for what they did from all I picked up from them. The people to the South and East verified it in their ways, though no, I cannot imagine it was an easy decision. Too much power for them is a form of crystalising. Something to be said for losing one aspect of yourself in exchange for another, I suppose."