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A New Platform [Intro Post November]
On the Train
The train continues its journey
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Orchestraa. 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. Agent 8, Ai Haibara, Ea-nasir, Hajime Aikawa, Ienzo, Jade, Jon Snow, Merwen , Ryu, Son Goku, Takato Matsuda, Phil Connors, Wen Sizhui; 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, two in purple, two in red, 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 long but narrow, a brick wall running across one side. It is not quite enough to shelter them from the torrential rain that falls around them.
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, rainy 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, hoodies and waterproofs. 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 or just the fact it is pouring down- the train might be alien but it is dry at least.
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, it seems the food of the month is octopus.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. For those from red team who go and investigate they will find a box of miniature pumpkin cakes. There is enough for one each including the new team members.
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.
They won't be the only ones looking for their room, it seems that Sleeper Carriage Four has disappeared and those who were living there have been reassigned, their new room is on their ticket and they will find all their belongings safely stowed in their rucksacks in their new room.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers braving the tain, 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 one of the month of Orchestraa. 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. Agent 8, Ai Haibara, Ea-nasir, Hajime Aikawa, Ienzo, Jade, Jon Snow, Merwen , Ryu, Son Goku, Takato Matsuda, Phil Connors, Wen Sizhui; 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, two in purple, two in red, 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 long but narrow, a brick wall running across one side. It is not quite enough to shelter them from the torrential rain that falls around them.
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, rainy 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, hoodies and waterproofs. 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 or just the fact it is pouring down- the train might be alien but it is dry at least.
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, it seems the food of the month is octopus.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. For those from red team who go and investigate they will find a box of miniature pumpkin cakes. There is enough for one each including the new team members.
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.
They won't be the only ones looking for their room, it seems that Sleeper Carriage Four has disappeared and those who were living there have been reassigned, their new room is on their ticket and they will find all their belongings safely stowed in their rucksacks in their new room.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers braving the tain, 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!
C Gym
So Allen had found himself ready to the gym carriage while everyone else was doing other things and the first thing he had planned was just some simply stretching. Nothing too much.
He was about to start when he caught sight of the other
"Ah hello there, Can I help you?"
I'm guessing they're in the training gym?
He's never seen a dedicated gymnasium, though he's met a fair few acrobats. Many of them spoke of what they wish they had available, and this seems to meet their requirements down pat-- though he guesses the training dummies aren't just there for show. Still, he immediately likes this room (same as the one before) and bounces in instead of lumbering at the door.
"Am I distractin' you?" He's not about to excitedly run around the room if his companion is training; now that's just bad manners! He's incredibly tempted, though, itching to get his hands on the ropes and the beams, and 'Dians, he wishes he'd brought his poi instead of leaving them in the cabin, dropped with the rest of his stuff while the bag and hoodie were set to dry.
Actually, it would be a good idea for him to do that instead of running through the train without care or reason.
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"Are you new around the train if so welcome if not, sorry." He would feel awful if it was the latter as it meant his attention to things hadn't been all that great really.
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He's grinning again, sunshine-bright and with the permission given, pretty much hobble-bolts a quick half-run around part of the room, keeping within easy sight of the silver-haired young man already here.
"This room is so cool! Are you an acrobat?" He asks, giving a quick tug at the module packed away. Not loose. Good! "I've never seen anythin' like it, but I heard 'bout gymnasiums! Not my best skill set, but I can do a few pirouettes~" He needs some flexibility after all for his fire dancing, so there are a few very basic cartwheels and the likes he can practice once in a while.
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But for the time being Allen was just going to sit down on the floor.
"Not an acrobat, I did do entertaining in some places, but not as an acrobat. I'm just very flexible and good at acrobatics which I guess is why you ask that question."
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"Uuuuuuum, you have good stretchin' exercises?" he tries to salvage, with a smile that stumbles even more into an awkward laugh. "Ya know what? I'm gonna shut up now." He's beyond hope like this anyways, 'Dians! What even is communication? he's flunked it. Three times, apparently! Some days, he really wishes he had enough foresight to form sentences with his brain and not his feet.
"I'm a fire dancer myself!" he mentions instead, hopping up to sit on the balance beam instead of the floor. It's taller than he expected, and has his feet hovering a few inches off the floor, like a little kid. "Fire spinner, fire juggler-- take yer pick. Seems no one can get a handle on which term t' use." This he's more comfortable with, and a grin quickly brightens his face as he mentions it, excited again to talk about something he's so passionate about.
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"I mean if I didn't do it well or have good stretches it would end badly with training..." It seemed logical at least to him. This person was certainly something to behold. But he listened and seemed interested in what he had to say, perking up at the mention of fire juggling though.
"You juggle? I mean it sounds like with fire, but you juggle too?"
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"I can only juggle up to three balls," it's not much, but Esteban beams at his companion, bright and cheery, even though he really shouldn't be this proud of himself. "Though I'd be happy if you got some pointers t'share~"
He could learn; after all, his usual rope dart and staff are both gone, and the poi are not enough for him. Besides; there's so many people to learn from here-- and so far, they've all been so kind to him!
"I dance with fire." It's hard to explain what he does without any visual help or pointers around, and his poi have been left on a messy pile with his clothes on his... well, on a bed.
"It's lit on a tool-- I train with poi an rope dart an' a staff. I've heard of fans an' hoops, and other things, but they aren't my thing. Oh, I do juggle the staff though! There's contact staff dancin' and jugglin' staff dancin' an' I do the latter. Hand to eye coordination is my best-- contact staff's too slow, an' I don't really know how to keep pace when it's behind my head y'know?"
Oh, he's definitely blabbering now, oops! He stops his eager explanation and straightens himself, as he had slowly begun to lean forward in his excited mannerisms, limbs moving all over as if to pick up the tools he didn't even have with him. Both his hands come to ruffle the strands at the back of his head, leaving the red strands in a puffy mess that stands every which way.
"Sorry. I tend t' jabber. Fire's kind of in my blood." Hehe.
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Depended on also how bad that day was at the time. But it was a skill he was honestly proud of and deep down he hope that Mana would be proud of it too.
But he listened because this was a whole new thing to him even after he had been to many worlds before this train.
"So...you juggle with fire That's pretty dangerous, but yet you are confident about it and seem to love it a lot. Sounds amazing.
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The red-head doesn't get the time to ask though, blinking at the unfamiliar term, but focusing on his companion's speech. He kinda feels a bit embarrassed now to be praised for it when it's just... a part of who he is. It's like saying that it's amazing for someone to breathe air; there's nothing amazing about it per say.
"I could show ya if you want?" He offers, quite happily. "I mean. Not with fire." At this, Esteban waves at the area they're in, nearly unseating himself from the balance beam as he explains. "Not inside at least. An' I don't have my sparkle poi anyways-- nevermind the charcoal we'd need!" But it was worth trying at least!
"I got my practice poi though, an' it's a jiffy to adjust them!" They would probably need to be a tad shorter, if Allen didn't want them smacking on the ground when he extended his arms too much. Actually, Esteban is getting pretty excited at the prospect now that he thinks about it; he's never trained another person before!
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"But I must ask first. You mention Pratice Poi, but what is a Poi exactly?"
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"It's a strap y'wrap 'round yer fingers, then there's a chain that drops from it, an' a weight set at the end, usually round-ish." He hopes it's enough; maybe Allen has seen one before, just hasn't heard the name?
"The ones I got are my sandbag ones; but there's cotton wicks for fire ones, an' cages for sparkles-- depends on what yer spinnin' with." He pauses for a bit trying to find the words, but the best way, he thinks, is just to see it.
"Fire spinnin's best done at night, an' with dark clothes. Y'let the fire take over, an' draw flowers in the darkness. It's very pretty~" In his humble opinion at least.
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"Ah, I think I understand what it is now at least." He still had not seen one in person before however.
"That makes sense. Though we don't have a night-time of sorts on the train unfortunately."
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The idea that he somehow found himself here, where there is no moon overhead slams a little harder than he thought. Like, he knew so, but the casual mention that this is the norm here staggers a bit. It takes him a minute to recover.
"When do you guys--" Well, he should really include himself in that, shouldn't he? "--sleep?" Not... that he has room to talk. But then, Esteban does most of his fireshows at night, so it's understandable; and it gets his point across while he's still floundering from the surprise.
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It was an odd thing to say really and sure for new arrivals, but for him this was pretty normal at this point.
"It's odd, that I get and we don't really understand, but it's a thing."
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"Wait-- y'get magicked back t' yer bed? Like, d'you get a choice at that?" Is it just him, or he feel particularly like he's a rambunctious child complaining about his bedtime?
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He got it honestly. What if one didn't want to go to sleep. WHat if one was just really bad at that? Allen was okay with sleeping in his bed himself minus avoiding people when his bad luck was being partially bad so ending up back in his bed was never fun during that time.
"I mean you can test it to be certain if you don't trust what I am saying."
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"Why wouldja lie? I trust you!" Casual, careless words, but he did mean them. Besides, Esteban didn't mind trusting strangers; he tends to think that people are fundamentally good, even if they sometimes lack the proper skills to share that goodness with others.
"But 't's a pity 'bout the-- lack of days. Sounds pretty monotone." No day, no night, no clouds. He's only barely understanding now what it all implies.
"How'd you spend your days, then?" He's going to need all the pointers he can get if he wants to survive the craziness of this train, it seems.
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It was nice either way.
"You never know why anyone lies. Could be for mean reasons or just they like to." He was neither of those honestly. Only time he will try and lie is to hide how he feels and not cause issues for others.
"How I spend my days is basically routine at this point. I'm usually found in one of like three to four places. Kitchen and Dining room, the Training Gym and finally the game and music carriages."
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Maybe he could go in order? He's not sure he's going to keep track of them all-- experience tells him he won't-- but he's willing to try anyways~
"Y' play music?" That was not the start of the order, but he does quickly realize he wants to know this one the most.
"I play the drums a bit--" he mentions, eager again, "-- but I haven't held one in a while. They're kinda hard t' carry 'round." At least the ones he prefers; the large ones that rattle the breath from between his ribs.
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"I don't play music. I like to listen to it as it can be relaxing. But I have had ideas to using music in certain aspects of what I enjoy." Mostly things like performances and training. Those were at least the top two.
"I mean... I can play the piano but only one song. But that was not something I learned and more was installed in me." It was a complicated story if he was being honest.
"But drums, huh? Never seen anything like that."
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"As in, you hav'n't seen th' instrument, or y' haven't seen it bein' played?" He asked slowly, trying to understand what was being said. He's already met too many people today that have no idea what poi are-- and though they're pretty rare, they're not unheard of in his world, so the notion that someone might not know what a drum is...
Okay, he still finds it weird, but he can work with that, right?
The redhead is absolutely not sure how to take the implication that something was installed in another being-- like, rune-scripted? That would be... odd... but not impossible, he guesses-- but he's not sure if his companion wants to talk about it. Maybe another time.
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Sure he hadn't seen a lot of instruments being played but at least some he had. Just not as many as he would have liked personally now.
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"I'm outta practice, but it's... a rhythm. An' the rest is pretty freestyle." He could do with a couple of warmups, but his skills have never been more than average, and he's fine with that. He's not out to impress the world of it after all.
"At some point." He rubs the back of his head as he considers his new situation, unsure if he even has access to a drum, but then, what would be the point of a music carriage without instrument? He'll have to give it a thorough glance on his way.
"So you cook?" Tucking his foot in the crook of his knee is a little harder than usual on a balance beam, but Esteban manages it somehow, all while moving the conversation along.
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But he soon noticed the change in subject and was at least keeping up with keeping the conversation going. It even had made him stop what he had been originally doing which was an achievement.
"I do cook, more so when it's our turn to cook team wise. I mean they aren't anything fancy, but I enjoy it. Do you cook?"
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