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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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Once he did that he had wandered a bit, looking for anyone who might look sad because they had lost friends, or anyone who looked lost.
The man in the games carriage didn't look lost, in fact he looked very happy.
"Do you like the beanbags sir?"
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Esteban jumped at the politeness, blinking owlishly as he turned his gaze to the... child. It felt odd to be referred to with any overt politeness attached, and the half-elf most definitely didn't feel comfortable with it, and felt worse again that a young boy was the one to be so careful. He smiled to welcome him nonetheless, squishing the seat to turn lightly and showcase his point.
"They're super comfy~" An agreement, and another sunny grin. "So yeah, I like 'em. I'm Esteban, by the way! No need to call me 'sir!'"
He's not unfamiliar with kids per say; some merchants and groups traveled with kids aplenty after all, but he does suddenly wonder as to why this child was... here. He hadn't expected kids in here-- something about the way the train had appeared out of nowhere, that he couldn't remember how he got here-- it... worried him. What about his family? What about his clan or caretakers? Was he alone? Was he alright?
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He was used to people being okay with less politeness. Even adults. But it was always best to be polite to start off!
"I like beanbags too! They are good to sit in when you are reading!"
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"Oh yeah? Whatcha like to read then?" he prompts, nudging another beanbag near the young child. He looked a little scrawny, but bright, and his smile was cute.
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He smiled. "Do you like reading too?"
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But never a real fox. "We got a library carriage here too so there's lots of books you could read if you wanted to!"
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"Oh, is Red here?" He asks, even though he knows the chances of it are so infinitely small; but the mention of a fox wearing a human guise is just... familiar in a sea of unknowns.
Not that Red would have been quite thrilled at learning Esteban was around. The young man was well aware he was tolerated at best.
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He looked at him carefully before shaking his head. "I never met anyone called Red before!"
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"The fox; does she shapeshift? Is her hair red? Like bright, orange-red?" Hence the name Red. Esteban is eager in his question, but the euphoria at maybe finding someone familiar is quickly eclipsed, thoughts churning a bit darker. Oh. Maybe-- maybe it's best if it is not him, well her after all.
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Which was sad. But also even if it had been it had been in the heavens not here so it would have still been sad... Especially since she had been a shinki. She wouldn't have remembered any friends from her life before.
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He stands up and stretches, glad to have chattered a bit, but needing movement at this point. His emotions have been on a roller coaster all day, and likewise, his energy levels have been all over the place.
"Gonna go an' see the library then, an' if they have the Gon, the little fox book y' suggested~ Wanna come with? Betcha know the shelves order better th'n I do!"
Not that this would be hard to beat considering Esteban spent about half a second to glance in before he was on his way. He always felt like an intruder in libraries- somewhere too quiet and calm for someone as boisterous as he is.
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"Okay! We can go and look but I don't think we got it. I could buy it though from the shop. I got lots of points."
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"There's a shop an' you can buy things with points?" he asks, because, well, he hadn't heard about it yet.
He really, really needs to read that pamphlet.
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He looked up at him as he spoke. "You get three points to start and you get more when you do chores and you do missions and you do good teamwork!"
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"Tell ya what-- I've learned lots from everyone today, an' I already have a bit of a headache over it all. Gimme a couple o' days?" But he doesn't want to brush the kid off either, and he grins, reaching out to ruffle Romeo's hair. "But when I'm ready, I'm gonna ask you t' show me. Okay?"
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"I can show you when you are ready! We can just go see the library right now! Unless you want to go to the medical carriage, if you got a headache!"
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"I'll just need a bit of a nap later, rest up a bit an' get better. But we can go check out the library together first, okay? Yer my guide through it!"
He offers his hand to the young boy, a bit of help to stand up from the dubbed swallowing chairs, ready to be on their way.
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He skipped along, staying quiet so he didn't make Estaban's bad head worse!