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No Place Like Home: On the Train
ANNOUNCEMENT
The female-coded voice of the Voidtrecker Express speaks, as smooth and calm as always.
'Please, may I have your attention. I have been compiling answers for you, and it has been noted that many believe it is wrong that you were brought here at all. This is an opinion you shared with the ministry. You were not asked on this journey. You wish to go home. Some of your worlds are in danger. Some are gone.
The need for heroes is vital, and the Voidtrecker Express must continue saving worlds. You have done countless good. However, it was not the intention of this voidcraft to keep you prisoner.
Those that wish to leave may do so. I shall send you back. You will return to where you last were before you were pulled here. It can only be to that exact place. Be ready. Exiting voidspace in ten, nine, eight...'
The countdown finishes, the only warning as the train shudders as it leaves the void. Outside the train's windows, they see a familiar sight: of a smoke filled platform.
'For those voidtreckers that wish to leave, all you need to do is walk through the barriers. The train will remain for one hour for you to partake in parting rituals.'
NO PLACE LIKE HOME: TRAIN
GOOD BYE...
Those that have been on the train more than the twelve days of this month will be very familiar with the sight before them. A smoke filled platform, polished stone cobbles lining the ground leading to two large stone arches, with glass barrier doors. All that is needed to leave is to press their ticket to the reader next to the doors, and they will open.
Unlike most people who leave each month, blank eyed and silent, the people who choose to leave will be able to say goodbye, They can take whatever they wish of their belongings from the train, or leave them for those that remain behind.
The air is chilly, enough to discourage standing idle outside for too long, but not so uncomfortable, so long as people are bundled up. The sky overhead is cloudy, giving the platform an altogether dull and melancholy air. There are no new people waiting, just an empty station, and the barriers, with all that lies beyond them.
The doors will remain open as promised, so that those who wish to leave, may do so. The barriers let them through and they disappear.
[ Note: A top-level for goodbyes and leaving can be found here. ]
Unlike most people who leave each month, blank eyed and silent, the people who choose to leave will be able to say goodbye, They can take whatever they wish of their belongings from the train, or leave them for those that remain behind.
The air is chilly, enough to discourage standing idle outside for too long, but not so uncomfortable, so long as people are bundled up. The sky overhead is cloudy, giving the platform an altogether dull and melancholy air. There are no new people waiting, just an empty station, and the barriers, with all that lies beyond them.
The doors will remain open as promised, so that those who wish to leave, may do so. The barriers let them through and they disappear.
[ Note: A top-level for goodbyes and leaving can be found here. ]
REMAINERS
The train, good to its word, remains for one hour before the horn toots, a warning to board if they are planning to. And this is where the first inkling of things not being right, when some who try to board the train might find themselves instead pressing their ticket to the barrier, and those who try to remain on the station - or leave through the barriers - may find themselves stood on the train, with the doors closing behind them.
It's a much smaller crew who remain as the train counts down, the usual shudder as the smoke vanishes and the kaleidoscope of the void appears. Only for a second, before the train lurches violently to the side, flinging everyone sideways before righting itself just as violently.
As people regain their feet and their wits, they will realise the obvious - they are stationed back on the platform, mist and smoke swirling around the train.
"Apologies Voidtreckers. Retrying entry to the void in ten, nine..."
Once again they are jerked into the void, and once again they tumble out. Hopefully this time, the passengers thought to brace themselves lest they get thrown across the carriage once more.
STUCK IN TRANSIT.
Phasing back to the void seems unlikely. It's clear something has gone very wrong, but the doors remain shut, and the train remains silent. There are a few attempts over the next few days, always warned for and given a countdown, but always ending in failure.
Outside the windows, the fog swirls around, remaining thick. It seems for now, they are going nowhere; for now, they must wait.
But they needn't sit idle, with the attempts at getting back into the void having made a mess. While anything large is bolted in place, and shelving have rails to protect anything inside at normal levels of turbulence, there's still a lot that has gone flying as the train was lurched around.
It might be wise to secure anything else as well. It's clear they will be trying again to return to the void, and it might be wise to avoid having to clean up all over again.
SHADOWS WHO ONCE WERE.
The platform outside the carriage windows is shrouded in smoke and fog, fluctuating in thickness as it swirls around the train, obscuring the view.
But those looking out of the window may spot a figure. A friend. Someone from the train; they appear, then disappear. Sometimes there are many, sometimes just one alone. Sometimes they leave together. It's not easy to see them, as they drift in and out of the fog, and visibility is bad.
They cannot hear them, or interact at all. They can only watch as more of their fellow Voidtreckers appear, vanish, appear again. The doors will not open, the train remains silent, clearly dealing with whatever problems it has ran into.
It's clear that something has gone very, very wrong.
A SWIRL OF REALITY.
The constant entering and exiting of the void takes its toll eventually. Sleep is harder to come by, there's a general sense of disorientation as the train moves in and out of void space. It is more than just their bodies that are being bashed around, it is their minds as well.
Tempers might peak or emotions might come on stronger than they usually would. Adding in the stress of the situation, and the knowledge that those who left seem to be returning, leaving, and returning again to the platform, and passengers are unable to call out or reach to them, it's a very tense few days.
When they do sleep, their dreams are plagued by weird dreams. Not always bad, but bizarre for sure. Often they dream a dream that is not theirs.
It's a much smaller crew who remain as the train counts down, the usual shudder as the smoke vanishes and the kaleidoscope of the void appears. Only for a second, before the train lurches violently to the side, flinging everyone sideways before righting itself just as violently.
As people regain their feet and their wits, they will realise the obvious - they are stationed back on the platform, mist and smoke swirling around the train.
Once again they are jerked into the void, and once again they tumble out. Hopefully this time, the passengers thought to brace themselves lest they get thrown across the carriage once more.
STUCK IN TRANSIT.
Phasing back to the void seems unlikely. It's clear something has gone very wrong, but the doors remain shut, and the train remains silent. There are a few attempts over the next few days, always warned for and given a countdown, but always ending in failure.Outside the windows, the fog swirls around, remaining thick. It seems for now, they are going nowhere; for now, they must wait.
But they needn't sit idle, with the attempts at getting back into the void having made a mess. While anything large is bolted in place, and shelving have rails to protect anything inside at normal levels of turbulence, there's still a lot that has gone flying as the train was lurched around.
It might be wise to secure anything else as well. It's clear they will be trying again to return to the void, and it might be wise to avoid having to clean up all over again.
SHADOWS WHO ONCE WERE.
The platform outside the carriage windows is shrouded in smoke and fog, fluctuating in thickness as it swirls around the train, obscuring the view.But those looking out of the window may spot a figure. A friend. Someone from the train; they appear, then disappear. Sometimes there are many, sometimes just one alone. Sometimes they leave together. It's not easy to see them, as they drift in and out of the fog, and visibility is bad.
They cannot hear them, or interact at all. They can only watch as more of their fellow Voidtreckers appear, vanish, appear again. The doors will not open, the train remains silent, clearly dealing with whatever problems it has ran into.
It's clear that something has gone very, very wrong.
A SWIRL OF REALITY.
The constant entering and exiting of the void takes its toll eventually. Sleep is harder to come by, there's a general sense of disorientation as the train moves in and out of void space. It is more than just their bodies that are being bashed around, it is their minds as well.Tempers might peak or emotions might come on stronger than they usually would. Adding in the stress of the situation, and the knowledge that those who left seem to be returning, leaving, and returning again to the platform, and passengers are unable to call out or reach to them, it's a very tense few days.
When they do sleep, their dreams are plagued by weird dreams. Not always bad, but bizarre for sure. Often they dream a dream that is not theirs.
OOC NOTES
OOC post. Ask questions here.
This is the first half of February's event. It will last between Poi 22-25 (12th to 19th February). The second half of the event will go up during 20th to 25th February (Poi 26-28) where those left behind will rescue those out world hopping.
Feel free to play out threads for as long as you like, of course! A few details:
This is the first half of February's event. It will last between Poi 22-25 (12th to 19th February). The second half of the event will go up during 20th to 25th February (Poi 26-28) where those left behind will rescue those out world hopping.
Feel free to play out threads for as long as you like, of course! A few details:
- The train will not be responding after its first attempt to leave the station
- No matter what, the doors won't open.
- Though they can see the voidtreckers outside, those outside don't seem to be able to see them through the windows and so communication between the two groups will not be possible.
- Likewise their SCA comms are not working during this event.
Parting is such sweet sorrow...
Zelgadis
One can see him, packed up and in clothing from home, pacing the platform, almost approaching the barriers, before hesitating.
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I really need to commission more icons for human!Zel
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Danny - OTA
But even so, he pauses at the sight of the platform. And he takes one more moment to look back at the train. It had become a home to him this past year. Maybe more of a home than Amity Park had been. He'd learned what it could be like to not have to hide what he was from everyone. To be able to be honest about his abilities and identity, and not have to fear that it would drive people away or get him sent to a lab for experimentation.
But... Amity Park needed him. He missed his parents and sister and friends. He had to go home.
"So, I guess this is goodbye."
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Devero
"I understand," he says to those leaving, and "I wish you the best" and "Take care of yourself when you get home", all the usual things you see when parting with someone for possibly the last time.
But him? Oh, he's not leaving, and if you ask him he gets a little wild about the eyes. "My home is here," he says, possibly thumbing the black and green ring on his left hand. "I'm never going back."
Devero
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Otoha
"... This is for the best." It has to be. There's no other choice.
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for Amaya (the_aunt_general), but also OTA~
He's cheerful, he wishes them well, but Esteban has made his decision, and he's sticking around. He truly does hope they find their way home, that they get back to what they lost, and if anyone needs an ear or a hand or a nudge, he is there, ready to help them settle their thoughts in some semblance of order, calling them out by their name as they approach.
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Persephone
It's obvious when he walks into the room that she's leaving. A pile of clothes are half strewn over the bed as she picks through the things she actually likes versus what can be left behind. She has less than an hour after all, choices have to be made quickly.
A red hoodie makes it into her bag, then all her various earrings. Then she parses out that that sound was the door opening and freezes. She doesn't turn to look at him, just shoving another outfit into her bag quickly.
"Um--sorry about the mess. I'll clean it up."
B. OTA
Mortal realm attire is the name of the game. If she's going to have to deal with her possibly disappearing, then it's probably best to have a lie ready to go. Trapped in the mortal realm sounds fair, if unlikely. And if her body is there--well--she'll deal with it. So, it's a weird image, her pink chiton and a standard issue modern train bag slung over her shoulder.
She lingers in front of the turnstiles, looking around at everyone with a hint of dread at leaving them. Just when she's gotten herself used to the idea of staying forever, of being stuck in this train for eternity, an opportunity to go home had to pop up. And as terrifying as it is, she can't pass it up. But she can put it off.
With hugs. Lots of hugs. Whether they're leaving or staying, she wraps up her friends in warm rose scented hugs, squeezing them tight.
"Take care, if this all works out."
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Little One/Buttercup
A god to serve. And she couldn't do that from this train.
She stood on the platform in her spider spun tunic and trousers. It's close enough to what she would wear at home. She is taking nothing but the dagger she came with. There's going to be enough questions without adding weird other world stuff to the mix.
Goodbyes are awkward but she is determined to make them, to approach those she knows well to announce. "I will be going. I did be deciding."
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Idia Shroud | Twisted-Wonderland
Idia’s… quietly excited. And nervous. There may be a slight shake to his hands as he shuffles out of the train, however it may also just look like how Idia normally appears when he’s nervous. Should he make a point to say goodbye to anyone? Would they even care he’s leaving? He’s not sure. However Idia will mill around a little bit before heading off. Just in case.
welcome to this largely useless thread
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Thanatos
Thanatos didn't expect that the chance to return home would be coupled with such a lack of time to get affairs in order. No time to really see who will be left to help the Red Team or how many from White Team remains. He shoves a lot of things into his pack. Leave the healing supplies with the train, but take the Manadrive. Maybe he could use it to help the life back home. Take a few sensu beans, give to Zagreus to take to his mother....
After seeing how many intended to return home, Thanatos swallows down the urge to tell Zagreus that he could stay if he wanted to one last time. He'll place Zagreus's happiness over his, but staying wouldn't keep the sadness at bay.
Though he's dressed like he would be for a mission, red hoodie and all, anyone who knows even a little bit about Thanatos knows that going home is the only option for him. The lives, deaths, of too many depend on him. He is Death Incarnate, but he still stays long enough for goodbyes to the people who decided Death's company was worth having on the train.
He's going to miss them.
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Ryo
this just gets funny later but for now
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K'zeka
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Cassie Cage | OTA
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Zagreus ȣ OTA
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Keepsakes Hold Power
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Ken
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Senku Ishigami
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Nell Ingram
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Xion, with bonus Axel/Lea?
Clef | OTARe: Parting is such sweet sorrow...
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Ryou Bakura | OTA
[Ryou wants to go home. He truly wants to. But unfortunately, he's not sure where he'll end up if he tries it. Sure, he could end up in Domino City, back home safe and sound. But there's also the chance he might not, since he's not sure if Aigami and Manni succeeded in their plan or not.
So it's with reluctance that he stays.
Then, before he really has the chance to regret his decision, the train jerks sideways in its attempt to enter the void, sending Ryou tumbling to the ground with a thump.]
What was- [He gets his answer soon enough, as the train apologizes and tries again, only for similar results to happen. Ryou's more prepared this time, but he still staggers sideways as the train fails to stay in the void. Hope you weren't standing next to him during this!]
2. Stuck in Transit
[With the train stuck for now and the insides of the train a mess, Ryou distracts himself as best he can helping to clean up from the attempts at entering the void. He's currently in the kitchen, picking up whatever might have been tossed around in there and putting it away. Doing this is helping him get familiar with the kitchen too, since Blue team is supposed to be on kitchen duty right now if he has the current chores right.]
I hope all this still works after being thrown around... [He says this while picking up a toaster, setting it on a counter to be dealt with once the floor is cleaned up. Hopefully nothing's broken, since it's probably difficult to get things replaced on a voidtrain...]
3. A Swirl of Reality
[With the stress of trying to get back into the void and his fragmented sleep, Ryou is increasingly slipping into worry over his situation. The irony of his body being comatose while he's trapped outside it is not lost on him, and he can't help but dwell on the thought.
Right now he's in the standard car, absently rubbing at the large scar on his hand left over from when the spirit of the Ring impaled it. It doesn't hurt, but it is reminding him of how the spirit would trap his friends in the Monster World game pieces, leaving their bodies in comas and Ryou with no idea why it was happening for a long time.
And now Ryou's the one stuck in that position. He probably needs to talk to someone about it.]
swirl of reality
Ryou is probably one of the closest people he has left at this point (which...well, that's pretty bad, for both of them). So he quietly sits beside him. ]
This is probably the stupidest thing the train's ever done, if that helps any.
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wei wuxian | the untamed
train disasters
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for his fellow wei wuxian
Thus he appears, slinging an arm across his other self's shoulders.
"Think your body's still alive back on this other world you're from? Even on my own world, by now I know mine's not."
It's entirely too casual, and that, perhaps, indicates entirely why he doesn't smile when he says it, stepping back through one set of sliding doors among the many being used by those who have said goodbyes to those intending to leave... or those who never stepped off train to start.
Trauma Talk Time YAY (Suzuki = the fox spirit, but he hasn't mentioned the name to anyone yet)
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Leia Organa | OTA
Leia knew from the moment she heard the announcement that she would be staying aboard. She had no pressing reasons to go back, after all, and wasn't too keen on the train poking its metaphorical nose into Nautilus and Kaliste more than necessary. Still, she suspected that the announcement- however sudden- would be a relief for some, and godsend for others.
She prepared to bid goodbye to those of her friends she expected would be leaving, but as people began to gather belongings, say their own goodbyes, or head out onto the platform she felt a sudden sense of unease. Whether it was from the collective jumble of emotions the imminent parting was causing or some other cause, she didn't know. But she had a bad feeling about this. One that was enough to keep her from stepping out onto the platform herself.
She still made herself available for any who wished to say their goodbyes, though. Her sense of unease wasn't enough for her to try and warn them off. They would find her lingering near one set of doors and gazing out at the platform with a thoughtful expression.
Stuck
Sometimes, Leia hated being right. No one had been hurt by the issue apparently, which was a mercy, but it made things on board a bit dangerous. Especially in the library of all places.
She, naturally, was as concerned as anyone else,, but there were practical considerations to take into account. And they had been meaning to properly organize the books anyway. So once it became clear that she jolts were going to become a regular thing, Leia took to packing the library's books into several large, open boxes, starting those on the upper shelves. They could be put back once things were more stable.
Swirl of Reality
Leia sat in a corner of the garden car attempting to meditate. The longer this went on, the more people's nerves were becoming frayed, and the more she was sure that keeping a level head was going to become absolutely essential before too long. That something had gone wrong was obvious. The train wasn't responding and neither were their friends who appeared periodically on the platform. At some point, this would have to change. They just needed to be ready when it did.
Another jolt broke her concentration and she sighed. Giving up attempting to meditate for now, she got to her feet and headed out of the garden car. Whatever the state of things, she was still better off than most people and needed to do what she could to keep those still aboard calm.
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(OOC: You know what to do here.)
Stuck
Of course, even knowing all of that, it did not make the waiting any less tedious. And if there was no task in need of him at the moment, perhaps he could still do something useful.
"Need any help?" he offers.
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Tidus ; OTA
wanted poster;
back to basics (train complaining);
wildcard;
Good-byes
What a sick joke.
He's bitter at the train now-- a sentiment he knows can't last; he'll have to let it go properly-- but it does give them time at least to say goodbye. What little time it'll allow them to have. One hour. A month wouldn't be enough for Esteban to collect the goodbyes he wants, wouldn't be enough for him to gather his hoard and polish it to a pristine shine so that he will not forget, cannot forget them.
But he has now; make the best of it.
The grin that splits his face is as wide as he can make it; a touch of sadness at the corners, maybe, but he'll say goodbye to the friends he's made with all of his heart and soul, every single one of them. Tidus is precious to him too, he realizes, and he doesn't give himself time to think too much about it before going to hug him, his sunshine companion. The little thought lifts his spirits a bit higher, at least, and he feels better already.
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Back to Basics (Poi 23)
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Poi twenty... something. You can pick which day.
it is day A Day
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what goodbye
wow, fine, no goodbye for you!!
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poi 23
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Re: Tidus ; OTA
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kaiba | ota
The announcement's so sudden. It makes him run cold. Kaiba knows he's one of a select few who have nothing to go back to, so he'll be parting with most of his remaining friends and family within the next hour. The train doesn't seem to have a plan for carrying on with a skeleton crew either...there's a terrible cold pit in his stomach now.
But he does his best to push that down. As angry and afraid as he is, he doesn't want peoples' last memory of him to be a snarling beast. And if he eventually cracks the code...this won't be the last time. He pushes it all down and nods.
"...go. Enjoy that second chance."
training gym (day 22)
The train seems to be having difficulty departing after all of that. Severing so many tethers at once must be strenuous, and the nonsense continues every few hours. Kaiba can't bear to look at the empty platform with the occasional taunting shadow anymore, so he eventually rises and makes his way to the gym, moving almost robotically. His only purpose now is to be a weapon, a fine tool that might eventually end this war.
He sets up at the training dummy and throws himself at it. Any pain just means he needs to work on his form. The bruises build up, and he's bleeding a little, but he doesn't seem to notice except with a slight shrug. He briefly presses a bandage there, waits for the bleeding to stop...and then he'll get right back up, glaring at a punching bag.
"You're next." ...yeah, he might be losing it a little.
spa car (day 23)
There is one tiny, tiny glimmer of an echo of an upside to the huge reduction in crew population: for once he can be assured that the spa car isn't full. It's become increasingly clear that the train is unable to leave, and shadows are out there...are they the crew who tried to leave? Or the ones who'd been thrown off? He's seen enough to know by now that not everyone departed intentionally. Yondu would certainly never, for one...
Whoever's left should really be gathering and planning their next move. But he's in no condition to be successfully social, or to butt his head against an unresponsive train, so perhaps a soak will leave him feeling a little more human. He takes a slightly longer shower than usual (another advantage of crew reduction), changes into the orange trunks, and settles in one corner of the hottest tub.
"None of this makes any sense..." he murmurs, arms wrapped around his knees.
training gym
He's come into the gym, a little lost with himself, unable to relax. Watching Seto's presence at a distance, and not really surprised he's still here. After all his talk about getting people back again - it fits. His fists being out again too, and he's let him off about that before, but worries a bit more this time. It's more focus, intense - kinda hard for Tidus to say if it's really useful, and not more damaging.
But he starts walking in a slow, easy manner after speaking up. Present, and making himself more known.
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Poi day 24 (A gathering of morons)
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Poi day 24 (Later)
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Will Stanton | OTA
For Will, it had been an easy choice. He may not know why he had been brought here, but he knew that very few things happened to him without reason. If he was here, then he had to believe that there was a purpose behind it.
So he solemnly watches as the others take their leave. And then, as it becomes increasingly obvious that something has gone terribly wrong, he very sensibly begins to work in the kitchen putting things away.
Shadows
Will lingers by the windows for some time, watching the shadows of people. And he remembers. A train that was both there and not there, with passengers both there and not there, passing through the fog of Time. The smithy, where Time had intermingled and he had felt the weight of presence of The Circle of Old Ones across the centuries.
And he wonders. Was there truly some similarity to what he had seen before? Or was this something entirely different?
A Swirl of Reality
As the days go on, Will grows quieter and more distant. The disorientation, the oddness of something not quite right. It was not unfamiliar to him, but it was something more akin to the side of his nature of an Old One. The part of his nature that is yet human fades more and more to the back of his mind. He sleeps very little, and when he does his dreams are odd and leave a sense of lingering disquiet.
Will separates himself from the others on the train and takes to watching the windows with an odd stillness to his expression and presence. He was waiting, although he did not know for what.
a swirl of reality
Madoka gently calls out to the boy. It's not like she's looking all that great either, since something about the other girl is starting to look more and more tired, the harder it is getting to even sleep on the train..
.. but she thinks that he looks worse than she does. Especially since he's sitting here all by himself, rather than mingling with all the other people who are still stuck on the train like this.
She doesn't touch him yet though while he's sitting there and staring out of the windows. She just softly calls out for him.
"Are you okay..?"
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Kitty Pryde | OTA
When the announcement had been made, Kitty had felt a bit torn. Ultimately, though, she had decided to remain on the train. Knowing that everyone back home was safe (and alive) gave her a lot less to worry about, and though she wanted to let them know she was all right, being returned to where she had been before would have been difficult to contact them. Besides, there was still a lot to do here, and if there were people she could still help then she wanted to try.
She definitely couldn't blame anyone who had decided to leave, though. At least this time they were able to say goodbye, instead of just watching people depart with little awareness of what was happening. She lingered on the platform, looking for those who might be leaving or hanging out with those who decided to stay, until the very last possible minute before they had to get on the train again.
Stuck in Transit
Of course things could never be easy. Why should they?
The past few days have taken their toll on people, and Kitty is certainly not immune. Between people missing, glimpses of others out in the fog, the lack of sleep, and the train jolting whenever it tried to go back to the void, it's not surprising that everyone was sort of running on a shorter fuse.
She could at least do something to help, though. Cleaning up the mess on the train after each failed attempt was getting a bit tedious, so Kitty started to partially phase smaller things into the walls or shelves, or whatever was bolted down that didn't move, to keep them from going flying everywhere.
Sorry if you needed that particular thing right now, though.
Wildcard
((Feel free to catch Kitty around the train!))
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Tobirama Senju || OTA
Tobirama said his goodbyes to those he knew were planning to return home and though somewhere in his gut he didn't quite trust this the Senju chose to believe, encourage the few he knew wanted the chance but were wary, because if there was a chance then they ought to take it. Some of the people stationed here were gravely important in their worlds. And for the first small while it seemed to be alright.
First came the few 'errors' for lack of better terms. Eyes narrowed, peering out the window deep in critical thought. Then came the train itself. Only by quick reflexes was Tobirama able to remain standing for both first and second lurch of the Voidtrecker Express trying to re-enter voidspace.
Swiftly, the Senju went to help any who may have potentially injured themselves, were disoriented or were in distress due to the current situation. Calm, giving anyone in need a steady shoulder or listening ear. Thoughts racing, considering, analyzing, while being of aid.
STUCK IN TRANSIT - DAMAGE CONTROL
They needed more information but first thing's first: damage control. While aiding anyone hurt or needing calming within the first two attempts, his days later are spent both cleaning and securing things. He'd rearranged a few items to make the jerking motions less hazardous. Heavy items closer to the ground, breakables secure, and so forth. Amid one such attempt by the craft, Tobirama let out a slow exhale. Eyes flicked up to the others, the few that stayed and happened to be in the same car as he at the time. Contemplating whether he wishes to voice what everyone else is already thinking.
This isn't right. Something is wrong, and a myriad of reasons could be behind it but no point in getting worked up over one or the other quite yet. Something, though... chilled through him, he could feel it. Brows furrowed, but best to keep oneself busy. This besides, it helped him think.
"Would you help me with this rearranging?" He chose to ask someone that really looked like they needed the distraction. "I'm almost done here."
SHADOWS WHO ONCE WERE.
Late one night, Tobirama had been standing at a window within the quiet car when he'd seen them. This was it, this was what he felt, what he sensed. It was wrong, it was... strange and difficult to decipher. Eyes gazed for some time as they flickered in and out. No communication worked; no communication with the train worked either. Presumably, he at least hoped, that it was focusing on more important things.
Quietly, "I should have discouraged it; my gut told me to do so," he murmured to himself, arms crossing. Thinking. He has to prepare for the worst but the worst... had so many possibilities. Where could he even start?
shadows who once were.
She had seen the shadows earlier — glimpses of the friends she had made in her short time here; those that had eagerly took the offered chance to return to their homes, and those that had found themselves stuck when they had ventured to say their goodbyes. Given all the discussions she had had on her arrival, she could only guess herself that all of it was too good to be true. Why would the train suddenly wish to send them home, when it still needed their help? Perhaps its intentions were pure — maybe, those newly arrived like herself had been enough; there were plenty still on the train to aid. Maybe, things had gotten better.
But the visions of people flitting in and out did not bode well. And it reminded her of what had happened to Malekith. All she could do was hope that they did not suffer the same fate of death — and if they did, that they would be returned to the train without issue. Difficult to say how it would play out, when the train itself was unresponsive and struggling to move forward. Something was wrong. A lot of things were wrong.
"Nor, I think, could you have dissuaded many. They wished to return home — doubtful all would have listened."
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Ronan Lynch | OTA
[One would probably think that Ronan, who'd just gotten here a few days ago, who'd just been kidnapped in the middle of trying to change the world, would be one of the first to try leaving the train. Things were more complicated than that. He might have been in the middle of changing the world, but the train also had Kavinsky. Ronan knew what fate waited for him. He couldn't let him just- if the other dreamer left, he would die.
So Ronan stayed. If the train was offering to send them home now, it could do it again in the future if circumstances changed, right? He'd worry about that possibility when it came. For now, he-
The train attempted to enter voidspace for the first time and the sideways lurch was bad enough to not only knock Chainsaw off his shoulder but send him stumbling hard, slamming his head into the wall. He crumpled slowly to the floor, conscious but a little dazed, pain flaring through the side of his head in time with his heartbeat.
Squawking indignantly, Chainsaw righted herself, ruffling her dark feathers, and waddled over to where Ronan sat on the floor. Gingerly, he touched the side of his head, fingers probing the spot he'd hit.]
Fuck.
[Something was wrong. Not with him--he doubted he had a concussion, just a nasty bump--but with the train.]
ii. Shadows Who Once Were
[He was glad he'd stopped Kavinsky from leaving the train, especially when he peered out the windows into the fog beyond and saw people out on the platform. He didn't recognize a lot of faces but he didn't have a lot of doubts about who they were. They were people who'd tried to leave and go home.
Stepping over a scattering of items on the floor that he'd yet to pick up again, he moved away from the windows. Every time he picked shit up, it ended up on the floor again before too long. His raven, on the other hand, was more than happy to shred the napkins he'd neglected to pick up, happily making even more of a mess.
Ronan knew he should stop her but...everything was a mess, what was a little more? Besides, there were more important things to worry about.]
Do you think we can pry the doors open?
[It wasn't the first time he'd had the idea of trying to force the train to open up for everyone outside, it was just the first time he'd vocalized the thought.]
iii. A Swirl of Reality
[Ronan suffered from insomnia often enough that things being difficult on the train didn't really change too much. That wasn't what made him grumpy. It was the fact people were still trapped outside and everyone else was trapped inside. It was the fact he felt disoriented and tense and stressed. When he did sleep, his dreams reminded him of the Lace.
Eventually, he headed to the training gym to blow off steam before he punched someone's face in. Instead, he turned his aggression on one of the training dummies, beating the shit out of it with neat, precise blows until his knuckles were bleeding and someone should probably stop him.]
iv. Wildcard
[ooc: feel free to run into Ronan and/or Chainsaw elsewhere around the train! I'll also match format to prose or whatever you're comfortable with.]
a swirl of reality;
[There's the warmth of suggestion to his voice, the touch of something lightly sexual, something that implies skin on skin.. Or maybe he just means gently making out like they had before- with Kavinsky it can be hard to tell. Of course, the other teen is worn ragged himself, even if he hides it behind an easy smile and the glint in his eyes. But the nights were rough for him even before things went to shit.
It's been a while since he had to sleep alone.
And the truth is that it wasn't just for the contact, or the sexuality, but because sleeping alone didn't feel safe. Never had in his father's house. So Kavinsky catches naps in the public rooms, sprawled in the cinema seats or one of the rec rooms. Sometimes with a green pill on his tongue, sometimes he manages to drift off from sheer exhaustion.
He's watching Ronan from the doorway, but he pushes off the wall and crosses over to him. And he'll catch the boy's bloodied hands in his fingers, smoothing his thumbs against the back of his hands.]
Like this, you're just gonna break your fucking hand. And then you'll still be worked up. C'mon.
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alice liddell | ota | cw: mental health problems
Honestly, Alice already isn't doing well by day one - far before any effects start kicking in of the constant attempts at void entry. It's not even saying goodbye to people she's gotten to know well, though that also sucks. No, it's the sheer realisation that other people got to go home. Got to leave this hellhole of a train.
And Alice? She's still here. She doesn't have anywhere to go, well aware that her body being comatose for a year means she's dead now. Someone would have taken advantage of that fact on the first day her spirit left it. And if she isn't dead.. well, then she's stuck in the asylum, which is even worse.
It might be why Alice absolutely is not looking happy in the middle of the kitchen.. if you can still call it as much. It looks more like the aftermath of a food fight. All of the food people had left behind in the kitchen to prepare later, not realising yet that they were leaving - and having no time to put away when they realised they could leave, is pretty much all over the floor. And Alice is standing in the middle of it, trying to pick up some poor tealeaves that have been scattered all over.
She is pretty obviously not looking great, since Alice has zero trouble with letting annoyance show on her face, and so she looks up with said annoyance when she hears the sound of someone entering and stepping right onto the food, considering it's all over the floor.
"Don't just step in it!" Yes, she is complaining about that, even though there's literally no option but to do so. There is no empty space on the floor.
(2. a swirl of reality)
Things only get worse though. Alice hardly sleeps. Her mind already never is stable in the first place, but even less so now the effects of the void are seriously getting to her. It feels harder and harder to just keep a grip on herself.
So if anyone is wandering the train a few days after the whole mess started, they may see Alice sitting on one of the seats - but she's looking.. odd. And not just because she suddenly doesn't look angry at all.
Instead it's that she's just sitting there, staring ahead of her into space, completely unmoving. The look in her eyes is weird too, almost hazey, and she won't notice it even if you try to wave in front of her face.
Maybe it's time to - quite literally - shake her out of it?
Option 2
world that very few people would voluntarily step back into. She spends her initial time taking inventory, of all things. She's not at all sure who will be left, or what will be left. And so, necessity has to come first.
But then, inevitably, she makes her way to find Alice. She is, perhaps predictably, not doing well by the time Guri finds her. She sighs, nodding to herself. Well, only one thing to do. She carefully sits in front of Alice, reaching out touch her gently on the forearm.
The basic fact is that Guri won't leave her best friend behind here, no matter how tempting thoughts of the home universe might be. That doesn't mean she comes without any ideas at all, of course. But it does ensure she has two purposes in seeking Alice, in the moment.
"Alice, it's me. I'm still here."
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Vegeta
Damnit! Just what the hell was going on?! Vegeta was quickly getting very sick of whatever was stopping the train from moving on. If he’s close to someone the times it goes lurching around and sending people all over the place, he will try and stabilize the person to prevent them from getting hurt.
Between those times he’ll be checking out each car in turn, offering help to hold the larger and heavier items still while others tie them down, or helping to pick up and store smaller ones that can’t be easily restrained. It seem kitchen, library, and games room in particular had a lot of small stuff that could easily be turned into projectiles, so he will stop in there to help with the storage.
This was all a goddamn pain.
ii – Shadows who once were
As if their lack of movement away from the station wasn’t bad enough, having first noticed those shadows didn’t aid Vegeta’s anger or concern over this. Especially when he is able to pick up and recognize these were familiar faces, not just random beings. Just what is going on?
There doesn’t seem to be much they can do from inside the train, and during their time stuck here Vegeta will be found looking out of a window and keeping a mental note of who was appearing and vanishing, and for how long. He had already tried to open the doors back to the platform, but short of putting any serious strength behind it that may cause damage to them… he hadn’t had much luck.
iii – A swirl of reality
The ‘turbulence’ they had been going through was annoying. It was something Vegeta could tolerate, he’s travelled in worst conditions, but it was still disruptive. The dreams that came with them were equally so. There’s a number of nights he’s woken to them. Some he attempts to sleep again, others he will get up and head to the training car to let loose some tension, or even the spa car to try and relax, now that there is less people around.
That or to the kitchen for a late night snack. Something to distract and get his mind away from everything that has been going on so far. And how useless he was right now. There was nothing he could do to change this, and Vegeta hated that.
iv – Wildcard
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But it's worrying. The train constantly trying to leave, only to be unable to truly do so. The faces of the people who left appearing and disappearing out on the platform - almost as if they're ghosts. She isn't sure what to make of any of it.
But Vegeta is a responsible adult, so he ought to know more, she thinks. Especially when Madoka notices the man standing there and looking out of the window.
".. Mister Vegeta, have you noticed anything..?" Anything other than the initially obvious, anyway.
I realize we gotta do a thread next month of her helping him make Bulma something for White Day
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Bucky/Soldat | MCU | Purple team
Soldat gives Yondu a couple days to recover from his wounds, and from the mission as a whole. Of course, this may just be because that need time to recover from the mission, and spend those couple days doing nothing but sleeping, eating, and making very simple meals for people for a fraction of the time they usually spend in the kitchen car.
But the talk is coming. Once they're ready, they track Yondu down-- whether finding him in the library car, setting his lunch in front of him in the dining car, or cornering him in their shared cabin. (The cabin setting is their preference, really.) "So. I have a ground rule I'd like to lay down, I think," they start.
II. Goodbyes
Soldat spends five minutes agonizing over the train's announcement, and what to do about it. Then they spend a hasty thirty-five minutes mixing and baking the biggest batch of chocolate chip cookies they've ever made. Then they have the last twenty minutes to hand out one of them to everyone who is clearly leaving, and one of them to anyone who clearly isn't leaving but looks sad about other people leaving.
If that person leaving is a friend, they get a hug. Not a very long one, or one with a whole lot of body contact involved, but still. A hug.
III. Remainders
Back on the train with five minutes to spare, because they aren't planning on leaving and aren't leaving that up to chance-- they're afraid of where they might go back to, and what, if anything, might actually be there after six months-- Soldat lingers in the standard car to watch people head off beyond the barriers.
Which means they see Yondu, still out there. Trying to scan his ticket without results. They train is about to leave and Yondu is still out there. Yondu is still out there. Soldat lunges for the door, but it closes before they can get to it, leaving them to stare through the little window at Yondu still out there. "No. No no no. Yondu, no."
They're still there, clinging to the door, when the train lurches, the void swirls... and the platform is still there. Empty, but it remains. They stare out, baffled and broken-hearted. "What happened."
IV. Shadows and Swirl
There's still people to feed, so Soldat does that. Their cabin hasn't been reassigned, so they try to sleep in the empty room, and mostly fail. They spend a lot of time staring out at the platform, at the people who come and go, looking for a couple specific people, but counting each familiar face.
They keep a list. A tally of how many times they see each person. They keep their little plastic ghost friend on their shoulder and one of Yondu's figurines/ in his pockets or sometimes his hands, toying with them absently.
It's maybe a little obsessive, not helped by the lack of sleep. They're never rude or snappish despite the stress, but they do get... quiet. Withdrawn. Soldat's coping mechanism with stress is shutting down, and it's going to take effort to pull them out.
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"... You're going to do great, I know it."
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Curufin | OTA
Curufin stations himself where the departing passengers are, in case anybody wants to say goodbye to him. He himself won't be leaving for any other world, having long since pledged himself to remain a passenger and a Void Warrior until the train can achieve its goals. But he'll miss some of those who are going and wants a chance to say so.
"Goodbye!" he says to one of those who are leaving. "And best of luck!"
Stuck in transit:
"Whoa!" he shouts as the train lurches and knocks him off his feet. He gets back up as the train apologizes for the incident. He finds himself back on the platform and looks around in puzzlement.
"This has never happened before!" he comments to whomever is nearest him.
He goes to help clean up the mess caused by the many attempts to enter the Void and the many disruptive lurches.
Shadows who once were:
He looks out of the windows and sees the shadows of those who are trying to leave, appearing and disappearing. He can't get to them, but he waves from the windows.
A swirl of reality:
During the next days, he is cranky from loss of sleep and from having weird dreams. He goes to the dining car and nurses a cup of coffee and asks the nearest person, "Are you having strange dreams, too?" He takes a swig of coffee and then leans on his elbows and clutches his hair.
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"Mm. Feels like we're stuck in an eternal loop of hell, and everyone who left might be too."
Swirl of Reality
Goodbye
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EMPORIO (OTA & CLOSED Prompts Below)
FOR JOLYNE
Perhaps it seems strange. By now, he's shown her his ghost room, full of things to make a hideaway, his souvenirs, his pins that he alternates for a place on his hat. So then...
Why isn't he packing up?
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🌙 Koumyou Sanzo | Poi 23 | HE WAS OFF THE TRAIN & NOW HE'S BACK (ota)
From inside one of the larger containers sitting in luggage, there's a gasp like someone's coming up for air. Heavy breathing, like that air is a newfound luxury, and a thump as the person inside tries to sit up, rattling the lid.
Give him a second here. Koumyou gathers himself, his racing thoughts, and then pushes the lid off and to the side, clattering onto the floor.
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This gets a little weird when one of the suitcases unexpectedly opens, and Seto scrambles to his feet, the small lizard still tucked safely in his arms.
"....Koumyou?" He'll walk over and set Snapper on one of the nearby suitcases so he can help the man up if necessary.
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