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Entry tags:
- alice liddell (am) [ou],
- allen walker [crau],
- cassie cage [ou],
- esteban drake [ou],
- inigo [ou],
- k'zeka tia [ou],
- kairi [ou],
- koumyou sanzo [ou],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- romeo [crau],
- taiki [ou],
- thanatos [ou],
- yondu udonta [ou],
- yugi mutou [ou],
- ~x~aziraphale [crau],
- ~x~curufin [crau],
- ~x~danny phantom [ou],
- ~x~senku ishigami [ou]
A New Platform [Intro Post December]
On the Train
The train continues its journey, the journey remaining smooth, the storm and it's weirdness far behind them.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen of the month of Orchestra. 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. The temperature is cold and there is snow on the ground. Please take care as surfaces may be slippy." 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. Alvin Murphy, Conan Edogawa, Demyx, Kamijou Touma, Lapis Lazuli, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Raptor-283, Rui Ninomiya, Terris; all pass across the platform, not looking back. And then they're gone, disappeared through the barriers and into the fog beyond. Snow falls steadily, obscuring their footprints
But on the platform itself there are three new faces. Wearing hoodies, one 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, a wide block of concrete and a grassy slope leading to a high wall. Steps lead up to the barriers. Everything is covered in snow.
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; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
Three figures, 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, more octopus- the food on the month. But also other staples.
Older passengers will notice a new carriage, another set of double sleeper cabins next to the first. For passengers that have bought items, these are scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. There are also two large boxes including spare toiletries and plain notebooks for those older passengers who are running low on basic supplies.
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 enjoying the snow, 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, the journey remaining smooth, the storm and it's weirdness far behind them.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen of the month of Orchestra. 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. The temperature is cold and there is snow on the ground. Please take care as surfaces may be slippy." 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. Alvin Murphy, Conan Edogawa, Demyx, Kamijou Touma, Lapis Lazuli, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Raptor-283, Rui Ninomiya, Terris; all pass across the platform, not looking back. And then they're gone, disappeared through the barriers and into the fog beyond. Snow falls steadily, obscuring their footprints
But on the platform itself there are three new faces. Wearing hoodies, one 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, a wide block of concrete and a grassy slope leading to a high wall. Steps lead up to the barriers. Everything is covered in snow.
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; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
Three figures, 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, more octopus- the food on the month. But also other staples.
Older passengers will notice a new carriage, another set of double sleeper cabins next to the first. For passengers that have bought items, these are scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. There are also two large boxes including spare toiletries and plain notebooks for those older passengers who are running low on basic supplies.
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 enjoying the snow, 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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Utterly impossible. He'd yet to meet anything that was scarier than an angry dragon.
Well, then again, maybe he was biased.
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"Y'got quite a bit of spunk t' go after dragons," the half-elf adds adds with a grin, amused, but also surprised. He has to wonder as to what kind of world raises teens ready to fight, but then, each person he's spoken so far has clearly had their share of conflict, and he doesn't want to ask too many painful questions.
"D'you ever get scared?" The grin on his face scrunches his nose, and there's something about the way the corners pull at the edge of his mouth that speaks of mischief. He doesn't quite expect an honest answer, but he's happy to keep the conversation going with light little jabs like these.
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He snorts. "They started it. Dora actually turned out to be pretty cool once she got her head on straight, but her brother's still a jerk."
Danny shrugs. "Sure. But you know, the worst kind of already happened."
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"Hydras're many-headed wyverns--" wyverns, not dragons, thank you, "-- that live in swamps an' such."
The name kinda confuses him. They'd been talking about ghost dragons and then... Dora? Her brother? Are they the dragons? He supposes they likely are, since he's not really following otherwise, but he's not sure what to add to what Danny's told him so far. Best let it go.
That last statement though...
"You okay?" He's not sure how to ask this in a manner that isn't prodding, or pulling out answers that aren't meant to be heard. He has just met the teen, but Esteban doesn't feel right leaving something so heavy untouched; even if he doesn't know just how he could help. He'll try to though. He'll always try to.
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Danny waves it off. "Oh yeah. Half-ghost, remember? Means it takes a lot to hurt me these days."
Since arriving on the train Danny had gotten into the habit of taking advantage of his mostly indestructible nature. Extreme cold, outer space, planets on fire.... he'd volunteered for all of them knowing it was unlikely that they could really hurt him.
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It hasn't been so long he's been in Danny's shoes after all.
"Okay." He simply confirms, hoping that this... helps a bit more than the outright rage that he'd fought against. "Just keep in mind yer not alone, yeah? 'F you need any help, lemme know!"
It's freely offered; no matter what Danny might need, Esteban will try to help. He's not the most steady, and he doesn't have invincibility powers, but the half-elf does believe in splitting burdens to lessen their weight. He hopes it'll be enough.
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But he considers this.
"I'll try to keep that in mind?"
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Good. Maybe Danny will never have a use for his offer; but Esteban wants to make sure he knows that if he finds himself in too deep, there would be at least one hand ready to reach back and help him up. Not protecting him, not shuffling him out of danger that he could handle. Just. There. If he needs it.
"Not gonna enjoy the snow more th'n turnin' yerself in a half-ghost snowman?" It would be a pity not to dig in fully in their short-lived freedom after all!
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After he spent some more time pushing out cold energy. He'd already found out the hard way what happened when he went too long without using some of it up.
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He's content instead to tilt his head up to the sky again, embracing the cold, and the shouts behind them both, the snow that lazily drifts down. A tiny sliver of outside they can taste before being cooped up yet again in the narrow space of the train. Esteban will take everything that he can get from it.