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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!
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"Strange they seem to be good at taking things from places, not so much at putting em back." So much of the train, or more those in charge, is still so vague and unknown.
"Makes it pretty useful. Especially if we end up in any places that see weapons as hostile." Which, let's be real, they kinda are in a sense. Weird strangers arriving with weapons? Pretty iffy.
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"We seem to find ourselves directly in combat far too often." It's still less fighting than she's used to so she supposes she'll take it. "BUt when we don't... I manage with them seldom looking at my feet, but I'm not the lightsaber sort anyway."
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"Wha- why would they look at your feet?" His momentary laps into sadness is yanked from him by confusion.
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"If they look at my feet they might notice the holdout blaster." It's not entirely concealed, not like she's managed on some jobs. But it's a less conspicous place than on her hip and it keeps it out of the way for flying.
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"Oh shit, so like hidden gun in case things go sideways." Or just in general, but it's still neat!
"Feel like that's probably the best way to go on these missions anyway, less the locals already know we're they're go help." Otherwise it's just inviting trouble.
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She can hide that she's armed. Hiding that she's green is harder.
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"Oh so you're the one who makes the 'fireworks' go off, huh?"
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"But more generally, yes, I'm part of a rebellion at home."