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A NEW PLATFORM [INTRO POST JANUARY]
On the Train
Despite whatever Voidtreckers may have learned or how they feel about those revelations - or reminders - of the precariousness of their situation, the train flies ever onward.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Poi. 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 weather is dry but there is a chill to the air and a strong breeze." 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. Dairine, Okada Izō, Rapunzel, Satoru and Siebren; 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 thirteen new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours and 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 with a grassy mound behind them. It is blustery and the air is cold, they will be glad of those hoodies.
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, windy platform; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
Thirteen figures, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. 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.
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, with cans of corned beef lining the shelves.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. Those from purple who go to find their prize will find a large box containing a gingerbread train for them to share. Plenty enough to go around, even for the largest team.
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.
Snow Time: Rock Garden
Winter seems to have followed from Osiga and nested in the rock garden. There's a chill that nips in the air and a light snow (real snow) fills the air. A thin cloudy haze at the top of the carriage seems the source. Yet the kaleidoscope of the void will assure that this is no timely world stop.
People might have seen it occurring the night before. Snow falling heavy before tapering off with an odd precision, leaving a heavy blanket over the carriage 'ground'. By morning of Platform Day, a miniature winter has descended, ripe for snowforts, snowballs, angels and snowmen.
It's not just the climate that's changed. Many statues and rock features are missing or moved. Digging below the snow reveals soil now frozen but providing a barrier between the bare floor of the carriage. Keen eyes will see changes are made with safety and available space in mind. The fountain has been emptied but the pond and streams are frozen solid, allowing intrepid spirits to try slide-skating over the surfaces without the risk of breaking through. The mosaics are still around, and enchantments are in place to protect paintings and paper decorations from damp. Any plants have been sent to sleep or taken to safety.
The benches are still around. Paths and bridges are covered with fresh snow, but, as the day goes on, it's trampled down and or scattered. Najaran's woodfolk may be glimpsed near Jingyi's shrine or hiding in the shadows of rocks and statues still present, perhaps even buried in the snow and peeking out. Shy around humans, though those with pointed ears or Hylian lineage may find an easier time interacting.
There are signs on both doors of the carriage warning of the change and mentioning the dressing carriage will have winter gear, and it does: with hats, scarves, gloves and ice skates in a variety of sizes. Dispensers with warm drinks such as coffee, hot chocolate and hot water for tea are available in the Games Carriage.
Early the next day, the snow will be gone and the gardens returned to how they once were.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers taking advantage of the fresh air, 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!
Despite whatever Voidtreckers may have learned or how they feel about those revelations - or reminders - of the precariousness of their situation, the train flies ever onward.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Poi. 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 weather is dry but there is a chill to the air and a strong breeze." 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. Dairine, Okada Izō, Rapunzel, Satoru and Siebren; 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 thirteen new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours and 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 with a grassy mound behind them. It is blustery and the air is cold, they will be glad of those hoodies.
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, windy platform; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
Thirteen figures, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. 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.
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, with cans of corned beef lining the shelves.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. Those from purple who go to find their prize will find a large box containing a gingerbread train for them to share. Plenty enough to go around, even for the largest team.
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.
Snow Time: Rock Garden
Winter seems to have followed from Osiga and nested in the rock garden. There's a chill that nips in the air and a light snow (real snow) fills the air. A thin cloudy haze at the top of the carriage seems the source. Yet the kaleidoscope of the void will assure that this is no timely world stop.
People might have seen it occurring the night before. Snow falling heavy before tapering off with an odd precision, leaving a heavy blanket over the carriage 'ground'. By morning of Platform Day, a miniature winter has descended, ripe for snowforts, snowballs, angels and snowmen.
It's not just the climate that's changed. Many statues and rock features are missing or moved. Digging below the snow reveals soil now frozen but providing a barrier between the bare floor of the carriage. Keen eyes will see changes are made with safety and available space in mind. The fountain has been emptied but the pond and streams are frozen solid, allowing intrepid spirits to try slide-skating over the surfaces without the risk of breaking through. The mosaics are still around, and enchantments are in place to protect paintings and paper decorations from damp. Any plants have been sent to sleep or taken to safety.
The benches are still around. Paths and bridges are covered with fresh snow, but, as the day goes on, it's trampled down and or scattered. Najaran's woodfolk may be glimpsed near Jingyi's shrine or hiding in the shadows of rocks and statues still present, perhaps even buried in the snow and peeking out. Shy around humans, though those with pointed ears or Hylian lineage may find an easier time interacting.
There are signs on both doors of the carriage warning of the change and mentioning the dressing carriage will have winter gear, and it does: with hats, scarves, gloves and ice skates in a variety of sizes. Dispensers with warm drinks such as coffee, hot chocolate and hot water for tea are available in the Games Carriage.
Early the next day, the snow will be gone and the gardens returned to how they once were.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers taking advantage of the fresh air, 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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Not that it means he shouldn't, but with his own ticket still in the ICP console, he nods to the screen. "You finished? Your ticket does the same. You'll want it for your room, too."
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"Yeah, just a second," Yota said, trying to get back to his own name.
He took a while looking back and forth between the ticket and the text next to his picture in the roster, before nodding.
"I'm done. Thanks a lot! I didn't actually get to hear much about the missions, actually."
More like... he heard nothing at all!
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"Yeah, so, this is gonna sound strange, but we get taken to places that need our help - missions. This train used to be used for missions, so now it goes around picking us up, and keeps doing its job. And we get to be along for the ride."
He pauses, looking at Yota with a thin-lipped mouth, a helpless expression.
"How out there does that sound?"
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Yota’s tone was one of disbelief, then shock, reaching up as if to pull at a non-existent hat, realized he only felt air and then his own fur, then…
—he promptly fainted.
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--wait, did the cat guy just fall over?
"Eh? ... ... ...h-hey, are you okay?!"
Tidus shouldn't be so dumbfounded for that long (read: five seconds), but he is, at least scrambling afterwards to come down next to Yota. Unsure briefly where to go from there, until he puts his hands on the other's shoulders, nudging him more than shaking, touching after a furry cheek.
"Yo, hey! Cat-man, wake up!"
Now isn't the time for fainting!
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“Huh…?”
Oh!
“It’s that beach blonde, surfer-looking guy…”
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"Yup, you got it, that's me." Tidus isn't going to care about what he's called when he's just done the same - doesn't care about the description, either, and he's stopped his light shaking of Yota.
"Here, let's get you up - take my hand."
He offers it out, not wanting to fuss them too much, act like they can't help themselves. It was just a fainting spell, right? Nothing more.
"You wanna sit and I can get you a drink? First day's a lot for everyone."
There's seats in this coach, thankfully. Rows and rows of seats.
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"... nah, I can get up on my own. A drink'd be great, though!" Yota added with a grin as he slowly rose to his feet. "I don't even know how to buy things here."
He stepped closer towards the seats, made sure his legs were steady, then leapt onto one on all fours, before sitting human-like.
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"Buying its own thing - I'll tell you all about it, with everything else. But what do you drink? We've got water, juices, tea, coffee... ...milk?"
...milk is where he should have started, right?
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He wasn't teasing, he wanted to know what Tidus liked to pay him back sometime...
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He takes a few steps forward - he'll have to go down the aisle to get to the dining car with the tea and coffee machine - but he'll wait to get an answer on the sugars, face turned to Yota, nod and go on his way to get the drink, if the guy has nothing else to add or ask.
And be back before long. Likely, Yota will see Tidus returning from the same door he leaves through, with a cup in hand. ...and a few cookies!
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Tidus was fun to tease! Good kid.
"Of course, I'll have mine black," Yota said, arms crossed.
But the truth was, a little sugar would be nice... still, he wanted to make a stronger impression, or something like that.
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"We're eating good tonight! Gu—"
... oh. Right.
His ears drooped and his tail flopped back onto the seat, curling loosely around him.
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But the smile on his face on seeing the guy's face light up and then deflate - it deflates with him, if tugging with sympathy. "Sorry."
He takes a seat on the opposite bench. There's three cookies there, chocolate chipped, stacked on top of one another.
"You two sound close. There isn't a way to contact people back home from here... wish you didn't get dragged into this."
For Yota's sake, but also for his brother.
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The coffee and especially the cookies smelled good. He sniffed at the air and reached for the drink, just to enjoy the warm steam, at first. It really was cold outside and he just wasn't built for weather like that; Palm Town was usually warm and sunny.
"... yeah."
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"'Least I got to meet good folks like you. It makes it a little easier. Nearly everyone I've met on here is really, really nice. You've been especially good to me, so I'll tell you who I am: I'm Yota. I come from a place called Palm Town. I've never seen snow before and frankly, I'm not sure I want to go out in that thing!"
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Whatever happens. But Tidus isn't any rush to leave. This guy seems nice - and he seems like he could do with some company.
"Oh, you see it in the one carriage?" Humour coats his words. "Yeah, that's not normally like that. Good thing you didn't show up earlier - we went to this one place, Osiga?" Tidus moves a hand as he speaks. "It was covered in snow! This weird snow, anyway. More like an ice?" Eh, details. "Anyway, now that was cold. Me, I live in sunnier weather."
He points a thumb at himself.
"My city was called Zanarkand! And I'm Tidus. No brothers or siblings of my own, but there's a few kids 'round here I like to keep an eye on."
So maybe he can admit to trying to be a bit of a big brother to them.
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Even just the description of Osiga had Yota's fur standing on end from head to toe! He shook his head.
"Glad I got here later, then!"
"Za...narkand, got it. So you're Tidus..." Yota made note of that, smirking a bit.
He had to be sure to get Tidus something good in return for all of his kindness! He's from a sunny place, too...
"... the kids here, were they taken the same way?" Yota asked with a slight frown.
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He did meet a few that seemed to have no guardians around, but... what a harsh place! It's good that the people are kind and he was sure Tidus made a good brother, but he still worried about the kids too.
"Y'got a lot of kids to worry about?" Yota asked as he picked up a cookie, as his cat's tongue was a bit too sensitive to drink the still too-hot coffee yet.
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But as for many kids, Tidus thinks.
"There's a few. Ones I remember? Madoka, Romeo... Romeo's real young. There's Ken too - if you see him, he's a closed off kid. Fussy about help. --Oh yeah," oh yeah, "and if you see a kid-looking guy on a rock in the library? That's Clef. He's actually really old. ... That happens sometimes."
People looking younger than they are.
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Yota listened and nodded. He made note of checking their names, especially Romeo and Ken.
"Oh," Yota said with a confused blink. "... so, some are actually older than they look?"
He remembered the little girl he fought with on the platform and wondered if she was one of those too.
Yota took a second cookie, thought for a minute, then tried to push the plate back to Tidus. "You gonna eat one too? There's only one left!"
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He's jabbed a thumb pointing to the way he came.
"But, yeah, I don't how many..." 'Humans'? Uh- Tidus gestures to himself. "--me-looking people you've been around, but I'm around 18? Clef, you'll see him if you go through the library. He looks younger, smaller, but he's one hundred or three hundred...?"
Not something Tidus keeps track off, and he's looked around briefly trying to think, but looks back as he gives it up.
"Anyway, yeah. If you look at the roster again, you'll see it! We get a lot of people from all over the place."
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"Humans, got it, I think I heard that word once before. You're a reliable young man! Kids back home call me 'mister' or even 'uncle' already."
Yota might be able to make out the numbers if he knew those meant their ages, or count the digits, anyway. Did he see anyone with three digits?
"Can humans live that long? We cats sure don't," Yota said, sounding surprised at Clef's age.
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And if he can get away with it now, why not?
"You don't hear about people living that long - not where I'm from! He's not the oldest on there either. There's one guy, Curufin...? He's an elf. His age is in the thousands!"
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That's it, Tidus was now squarely in the family category, permanently off-limits as a target for any of Yota's schemes... should he even have the heart to target anyone on this train!
"Th-thousands...!" Yota's eyes widened in shock as he accidentally snapped his cookie in half! He still gathered it up and the crumbs to eat, licking his paws appreciatively afterwards—hey, even if he was stunned, food was food! "... imagine—God, this place really brings all sorts, huh? Never even knew elves existed... I guess there has to be some world where they do, huh?"
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[that... was a very weird episode]
who doesn't nearly acquire a magic lamp
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[complicated pregnancy mention--but it ended well! ^^;;;]
poor baby
she's born healthy at a later date, it's okay!! :D;;
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