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- ~x~alvin murphy [ou],
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- ~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!
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"A couple's thing? That seems very irresponsible."
He'll figure it out eventually, but for right now, he'll go with what WuXian had said. WangJi caught the pair that was thrown to him, examining them as WuXian kept laying things out. He did watch as WuXian hid the flogger, slightly making a note of where it was, but he wouldn't say that out loud... at least not yet. He did raise an eyebrow at the thing WuXian held up.
"I... suppose so." His ears were getting even redder if that was even possible.
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He is, at present, also sporting an amused grin, that collar still dangling from his fingers.
"Wanna wear it?" he asks, lifting his brows and bouncing the collar (and attached lead, really) suggestively.
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He sputtered a bit at WuXian's suggestion, so very undignified of him. "Of course not."
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"Are you sure?" He deftly undid the buckle, opening the collar and turning it toward Lan Zhan without intruding any closer. "I think you'd look handsome in red~"
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"I'm sure that I do not." What was unspoken was "right now". Maybe later.
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"Not even for just a moment?" He fluttered his lashes, lips pursed in clear amusement and tease rather than anything like a pout. "Really, my cuter self's getting to have all the fun!"
Which is when he'll laugh and make to spin away, wondering if he should perch said collar on the pillows. Hmm...
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But he would throw him a bone so it speak. He took the collar from WuXian before he had a chance to put it down somewhere, holding it up as though he would put it on, but it was only for WuXian to see.
"Is that sufficient?"
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"Lan Zhan, you're unfair, you know that? Yes, yes, sufficient, sufficient."
Sufficient enough that Wei Wuxian refuses to look his way again, busying himself with the last few toys being generously arrayed across the bed. He steps back, planting his hands on his hips to survey the scene, then nods to himself, as if this meets some strange metric of as planned for a man who'd had zero plan with this from the start. It also lets him continue ignoring his own blush.
"There! My work here is done. Yours," he says, slyly glancing toward Lan Zhan from the corner of an eye to again avoid directly looking his way. "Is probably yet to begin. Thank you, Lan Zhan!"
Wei Wuxian will approximately attempt to flee out the door now, like reasonable adult gremlins do.
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"I suppose that I am." Unfair that is.
When WuXian stepped back to survey his work, WangJi would set the collar down amongst the scene that he had set up there with the other objects. Before WuXian could flee completely, WangJi took a hold of his arm.
"Thank you, Wei Ying."
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He smiled, shifting his other arm to lay a hand over Lan Zhan's.
"You're welcome," he said, giving Lan Zhan's hand a squeeze. Another moment's consideration, a pause he breathed through, and he tipped his head to the side. "Drown him in affection," he said, meeting Lan Zhan's gaze unencumbered. "We're not the exact same person, in this or that way, but there's enough of us in each other for me to say, drown him in affection. So much so he keeps not knowing what to do with it, until it sinks in deep enough, he's sunk deep enough, he can't just shake it off when he surfaces. If anyone can, if there's anyone he'll let do it, it's you."
His hand fell away after a final squeeze, because it balanced on those differences. For him, this is not the place he was back home; Lan Zhan was his soulmate, and balanced against it was expectation and understanding near two decades old, and the newness of their truth after didn't hinge on romance. Oh, but had it been asked, he would have given; not the way Lan Zhan deserved, or even himself in some fictional reality where he believed he deserved much of anything. Guilt, and duty, and sacrifice: those were not meant to be the earmarks of love.
He'd seen what happened when they were. And while he might not wish the better things for himself, he didn't wish any of the worse for Lan Zhan.
"See you later, Lan Zhan."
A goodbye for the moment, and he pulled himself toward the door, smile quieted, the embers of a fire he'd be unlikely to stoke beyond its state of comfortable suffocation.