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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2022-01-01 05:21 am

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!
dyingpro: Curious (Goodbye to all the plans that we made)

Upper 3D

[personal profile] dyingpro 2022-01-02 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Of course the train is designed for Garlean sizes! Just not Zenos' size of Garlean; more like Cid nan Garlond's size of Garlean. Speaking of Cid size, Zenos comes across a similarly sized humanoid sitting in one of the bottom bunks, brow furrowing in confusion at their newest bunkmate. Even without the Resonance active, it's clear that this being, though completely foreign to the world of Eorzea, is an Eikon. Without the control of an Ascian over the powers of the Echo, even mechanically given, the specifics of this one's eikonhood are fuzzy at best. But he's clearly got the physiology of one despite looking like a stereotypical Hyur, with his feet eternally burning and the laurel crown on his head similarly made of tongues of flame. He's pale, too, paler than a Hyur normally would be, and his eyes don't match - one green with white sclera, the other red with black sclera... interestingly enough, much like a Resonant's eyes might look.

"You must be the new roommate." Something about Zenos reminds him of someone he knows, but he's having a hard time figuring it out; he puzzles at it for a little while, examining Zenos with curious eyes, before realizing that his staring is probably considered rude. "Hi. I'm Zagreus. What should I call you?"
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[personal profile] asheaveniswide 2022-01-02 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Even Nero would begin running into trouble with this sizing! At least Zenos isn't a roegadyn, they wouldn't even fit on the beds without toppling off.

But he's learned some measure of caution in assuming the nature of those he meets, even in the few hours of being on the train. There were species he'd never encountered or even heard of, and the makeup of their souls was peculiar and unfamiliar. That this small hyur is the wrong color and appears to at least be part ON FIRE does draw Zenos to a stop neatly midway through the door, brow furrowing slightly as the only indication of his puzzlement. Were this in Eorzean territories he'd assume some Eikon perhaps, or someone badly corrupted by the same, but here?

Fordola kept mismatched eyes through her grant of the Resonance. Surely this being was not one of their small number, he'd know, he hand picked every single one of them-

And Eikons are rarely so openly friendly to those they didn't intend to temper, yet he felt no such external pressure. There is a slow blink, a deliberate shift of focus, and the gaze that had been regarding Zagreus til now in ice blue is quite suddenly more ominously almost-red. But his exceptional vision through Resonance did not actually clarify anything, it just muddled the waters further. The furrow in his brow deepens.

"I am," he says at enough of a length to be outright awkward, as if that steady gaze probably already wasn't, "This is the room assigned to me. I am Zenos yae Galvus." And Zagreus ... is not a magical construct, even if in some ways he seems to be behaving as if he was. "...Ordinarily I would not risk souring relations with those I must share quarter with for the foreseeable future, but rudeness must needs be risked as you appear to be on fire without being consumed by it. What are you? You are not an Eikon, not ... precisely. And yet not man."
dyingpro: Curious (Goodbye to all the plans that we made)

[personal profile] dyingpro 2022-01-08 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Zagreus does note the sudden change in Zenos' eyes, though it warrants only a head tilt of curiosity. The silence is palpable, and it makes the prince wonder if he had actually been heard. But soon enough the man says his name, and Zagreus nods in acknowledgement. Zenos yae Galvus is quite a mouthful, so hopefully he can shorten it to something easier? Zenos, perhaps?

"Oh, that." He answers so casually, glancing down at his feet and wiggling his fiery toes for a moment. "I was born this way. The laurels, too." He motions up to his laurel crown, still happily burning away, the leaves that escape quickly fading into nothing before they can set fire to anything flammable. "I can turn them off if I concentrate, but it requires magic power, or mana, or whatever you want to call it, so I usually only do it when necessary, or for the comfort of the other passengers."

The use of the word eikon confuses Zagreus further; in the tongue he speaks naturally, it means... a semblance, a likeness? Perhaps his new roommate meant it in the literary sense, as in a reflection in a mirror, or in the philosophical sense of a picture of the mind's eye? Zagreus furrows his brow and answers, "I'm not sure what you mean by eikon, but I'm no mortal. I'm the Prince of the Underworld, where I come from."
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/finds this tag!!!

[personal profile] asheaveniswide 2022-01-15 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
No sudden evil erupts from it, so surely the eye color change is incidental. And if it lets him see things that otherwise can't be seen, well.. that's not being admitted to. Even if it leaves him with more questions than he had answers, but with no immediate and obvious drain on the ambient aether, whatever Zagreus might be ... it isn't going to be a passive danger that causes problems.

Except perhaps the flaming feet.

"..Your dam must have been unusually durable to survive such." Laurels and a FLAMING. BABY, right from the start. Zenos is pretty sure he knows how birth works in humanoids and that just isn't part of it. Unless somehow, eikons were capable of breeding with various other species.. that.

...That would explain a few things; Zagreus is eyed speculatively but this speculation is not given voice to. "Eikons are beings of faith and prayer and magic, created by the wills and desperation of countless species." He doesn't make it sound like it's a good thing. "They feast upon the supplications and aether their subjects offer, and are little more than parasites that claim to be 'gods', incapable of even the barest minimal of protecting their devoted." His head tilts slightly, brow furrowing. "You have some resemblance to them in some ways, but ...not in many others."

Zagreus is spared the disgust he has for eikons in general by way of being A Mystery. Half-eikon perhaps, somehow, impossibly. "'No mortal' means you cannot be killed by any means, or merely that you cannot be killed by ordinary means such as disease or age?" There's an important distinction! At least Zenos sounds and looks curious, as opposed to looking like he's actively suddenly plotting something.

He sets down his train-gifted rucksack. "Mine own great-grandsire claims a similar title, though he styles it master of the Underworld." It can't even remotely be the same, but it's an amusing similarity. "Will you rule it one day?"