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Grand Admiral Thrawn ([personal profile] art_of_war) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress 2022-01-07 08:25 pm (UTC)

Thrawn | OTA

Platform
It seemed like in one moment he was on the bridge of the Chimaera in hyperspace then the fog was obscuring his vision. After a moment of blinking then rubbing his eyes with his fingers, Thrawn was bewildered to first see that he had some sort of bag on his back and he was wearing some very strange clothes. It did not occur to him to do so but the cooler weather would only have encouraged him to take off the hoodie instead of hunch against the wind. But at the moment the color of his blue skin clashed with the red hoodie and made him stand out. When the fog cleared enough for him to be able to see the train many others might have been alarmed, but Thrawn was mostly intrigued. Initially, he went toward the engine with the intent to study it but soon found himself to be getting on board the train instead.

On the train
Sleeper Lower 3, Cabin C
His height was already problematic and he often felt that his head was grazing the roof. In the hoodie's pocket, he had found the train ticket and from it he found the sleeper car it listed. Even here it felt like his head was grazing the ceiling. The tight quarters were not helping with the feeling of claustrophobia he had. Sighing to himself, Thrawn put his bag on one of the top bunks.

The Garden Car
This was the first time since he had boarded the train that Thrawn was standing comfortably and as such, he lingered. Some of the leaflets that were sitting on the sleeper car's low table were folded in his pocket, but first Thrawn was too fascinated by the car's indoor weather. He caught some of the snowflakes in his palm, where notably they did not melt.

"Fascinating."


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