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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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"Yeah? I mean, not for games." He gives a brush at his hair, "But my user did create them, and I have played in my fair share..."
stares into space as i type the dumbest joke i've done yet-
"Not for games..? ...So like the notes stuff, or the calculator stuff..?"
She tilts her head. "...but you look like a person..."
Potato you can't just ASK why someone looks like a PERSON-
I need more icons...
"I don't know why I look like my user, I just do. Most programs in my system look like users." Even ISOs looked like users. They weren't even created by users. Maybe this program's system is similar to them, but look like she does.
"Do programs in your system look like you do?" He gives her an ask with a scratch of his chin. Intrigued.
eternal mood...
"I think I'm the only one that looks like me though. I was made special..~!"
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Made special? Interesting.
Pictures on a screen? Um, what?
"Special huh," he rolls the info around, wondering what function that entails. "I can see you have a unique form. Ive never seen anything like you- ah, not that I mean anything by that, just-" then he catches sight of something he had completely missed before.
Pointing at the long appendage coming off her. "Wait, what is that? Is that an extra leg?"
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And then pauses, her tail twitching a bit. "Mnh?" Oh. "...Oh, that's my tail. It's big and soft like a pillow, it's pretty great."
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Now having watched her contort her face into an agreeably, even cuter shape, and learned of tails, Faux feels like he should be showing something of his own given how forthcoming and agreeable this strange program has been.
"I ah, I don't have anything like a tail or indestructibility." And Faux is certain he does not meet the requirements of cuteness, "But I can do this."
He turns invisible.
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Potato nods, and soon after grins- widely. "WOAAAAAAAHHH!!!!" Now. That. Is.
COOL.
"YOU'RE INVISIBLE..!!!" wait
"...Or are you just gone....If you teleported, don't say anything!"
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After that is done, he looks around to find a thin rod like thing with a pointed end laying on top a bench that he picks up and balances on his finger, for his furry companion to see.
The scene ultimately breaks when his curiosity gets the better of him.
"Teleported?" There are programs that can teleport? Now that is a super interesting piece of data.
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"Teleporting is when you disappear to another spot though!"
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"Ive never met a teleporting program before myself." He sits down on the opposite lower bunk, "Didn't know it was possible."
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(Faux is absolutely correct about Potato's attention span unfortunately.)
"So maybe it is..."
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Terrible!
No wonder she has such bad data retention. No-one to speak with. It all makes sense! Her only company has been between a screen! She said as much. He can only imagine what existing with only non-sentient scripts and data-pushers would be like.
"That's very unfortunate. I can only imagine what only seeing another program from only behind a screen could do to someone."
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One day. "It's not that bad, don't worry!" She's no idea why seeing programs from screens is so sad, but hey! "I still had Granny, and the people at the market, and the Clock Tower...and then later, Lancer!!"
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"Well, that sounds a bit better..." Unsure if it actually is. He'll have to take her word for it. And then Faux realizes he doesn't have a name. And he hadn't even introduced himself yet!
Hoping this program hasn't noticed his rudeness, "My name is Faux. And you are?"
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As usual, Potato has narrowly caught herself before spilling her real name. Her face comically freezes mid happy recitation, and she quickly coughs and re-tries it.
"Potato!"
A notable fact. There is no 'Potato' listed on the door.
There is, however, a 'Mondial Ribbok Vardaman'.
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Giving a smile, "Okay, Potato. It's nice to meet you."
"I see that this cabin is full. Do you know which bed space should I be assigned to?" he can't just leave all these 'clothes' on the one he's on if it's not his.
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Potato immediately gets off the bunk, and starts searching around to see what cubbies are filled.
She points to the only one that isn't.
"The one for this one!"
Classy deduction skills Potato.
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Regardless, the unoccupied cubby will make do for his assortment of things; wanted, or not, so he unceremoniously shoves them in. With the exception of his baton he had found in the sack that he keeps in hand, giving it a little spin.
"Guess I'll just make myself comfortable here, then." He sits back onto the bed he was on before.
"How long have you been here, Potato?" he asks, curious as he pinwheels his baton between his fingers.
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"Getting comfortable is only a little hard on these," she remarks after answering however. "They're still pretty comfy, even if some people are too tall for them."
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He doesn't get to ask though, as Potato starts to talk about the beds.
Another smile forms on him. "I found you snoozing on one so I'm sure they aren't too bad at all."
It turns out as he lies down, he is one of the 'too tall for them'. He scrunches into the alcove of the bed, his legs bending up, but not uncomfortably. He's used to sleeping on 'uncomfortable' surfaces, so this one more than makes up for the slight length oversight.
The bed is hard, but also springy. "They are pretty comfortable," he decides. After all, it's a strange concept to a program. Yes they have furniture, but theirs are hard surfaces, and no more soft than any other surface in his system. The most cushioned furnishings were only ever created by Flynn, or in places he knew he would be occupying. He... honestly had no true opinion on them. He could make do with anything really. Ok, perhaps not jagged stones. That is uncomfortable in anyone's books, outside of maybe gridbugs.
The thoughts take him back to his home system.
"Months though. That must be a rough time for you. Missing your home." Even though he's unsure if it's a good thing or not.