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voidtreckerexpress2022-02-12 07:08 am
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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.
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Kavinsky was one of very few people who could get away with calling him sweetheart as a genuine endearment--maybe the only one. Ronan was so used to hearing it as an insult, but this... this was nice, too. It was something he could get used to.
He took a breath when they reached the showers, leaning into the kiss for a moment before crowding K into the first open shower room and sliding the door closed behind the both of them. Then he kissed the other boy again, cupping his face in his hands.]
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He smiles when Ronan leans into the kiss, letting the other boy crowd him into an open shower room, stepping backwards as his hands drag against his back. The click of the door makes him quiver, his pulse spiking in his veins as he slips one of his hands under the back of his shirt, palming up against skin as he fists the fabric in his fingers.
Kavinsky is greedy, wanton, but he can't help himself, not when he's wanted this, wanted Ronan for months. His other hand curling at the back of the other boy's neck, kissing him soft and aching. He clearly wants Ronan's shirt off, but hasn't quite connected that fact to the part where he has to stop kissing him. So for the moment he just clings to him, pressed as close as he can get against him.
He's trying to seem like he's cool and together, but it's Ronan and it's already pulling him apart, when he's needed him for so long.]
Fuck. Ro--
[He pulls apart just long enough for the mumbled curse, then kisses him like he wants their mouths to bruise. He does. He wants to mark him up just so that tomorrow he can see it on his skin, but he's mostly resisting the urge.]
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He chased Kavinsky's mouth when he pulled back, but let him speak, throwing in his response of an-]
Uh-huh.
[-that was more of a grunt than actual syllables. He should have done this months ago. He should have realized how much Kavinsky wanted him that day in the dreaming field. He'd never wanted to see Kavinsky die but he hadn't thought things would come to that, either. Kavinsky was strong and stubborn and never let anyone tell him who he was. In hindsight, maybe he wasn't as strong as Ronan had always thought.
Some of the tension eased from his shoulders as they kissed, forgotten about with the other boy's mouth on his. How could he think about anything else except K? Holding onto him was like a balm that soothed some of the worst of his fears and worries. How many dreams and nightmares had he had about K after he'd passed? How many times had he wished he'd done something more? He didn't want to fuck up again.
God, don't let him fuck up again.]
cw: nsfw for real
It didn't feel like he was dreaming. He wasn't going to gasp awake, back in the dream field with Ronan. Finding this just another fantasy. It means that he gets this, for real. He gets a world where Ronan holds him like this, like he needs him too.
He can't bring himself to stop kissing him, can't pull away from his mouth for long enough to negotiate their shirts off, so instead he slips his hand between them, palming against Ronan as he tugs the button of his pants open, and then the zipper-- There was more than one way to get him undressed, after all. He slides his fingers against him, but manages to focus on trying to get his jeans off his hips.
He wanted him naked, he wanted his own clothes off too, he wanted to touch him and feel him. He wants it all. Kavinsky wanted every piece of this moment together that he could steal. And Fuck Adam. Because he wasn't going to give him back.]
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He gasped against Kavinsky's mouth when the other boy touched him, got his pants open. A shiver rolled down his spine. His erection was obvious, skin flushed. He tried to kick his shoes off without breaking away from the kiss, struggling for a moment before kicking one shoe violently into the wall. The second shoe came off easier, even as he bunched Kavinsky's shirt in his hands, tugging it up. He wanted it off, if they could break away long enough. It would only take a few seconds.
He didn't think they had to be in a rush but he also didn't know how popular the showers were. Or even how many there were, total. It wasn't like someone could kick them out. He didn't think. Rush or not, he was desperate for Kavinsky, for his hands on his skin, his mouth on his, everything he had to give.]
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And Ronan was fucking gorgeous like this, flushed and hot with want and his attention focused on him. Their mouths pressed together. Like they both needed the contact more than they needed to breathe.
But then Ronan's bunching his shirt in his hands, and K only resists for a moment. Then he pulls back just for a few seconds, just long enough to let Ronan drag it off over his head. Kavinsky whines a little in the break, uses his free hand to help shove Ronan's pants down off his hips, even if it means he has to grab the other boy's pants instead of palming over his erection.
He does pause for a moment, shoving his hand into his own pockets to snag what looks suspiciously like a bottle of lube and setting it to the side. He grins, and then covers it up by kissing Ronan, heated and needy. Of course he'd dreamt lube the second he thought there was even a sliver of a chance of getting into bed with the other dreamer. Can't blame him for being hopeful, right?]
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He took a second or two to admire K after his shirt was off, tossing it wherever it landed. But then K had what looked very much like a bottle of lube and Ronan would have laughed if he hadn't kissed him again. Of course, Kavinsky would be prepared. Ronan hadn't even thought about lube, but- at least one of them had. Things would be a lot more difficult without it.
Frustrated with his own clothes as much as he was with K's, Ronan worked on shoving his own pants down, trying desperately not to break away from the kiss in the process. He got them down far enough to kick them off triumphantly, skin flushing all over again. It felt awkward to have a shirt on but nothing else, but it wasn't an obstacle right now, so he ignored it and instead reached for K's pants. He was almost shy about it, tracing his fingertips along the top of his pants before starting work on the button and zipper.]
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K doesn't spare so much as a single thought for his shirt- he'll figure out where it ended up later. Kavinsky was just ever hopeful. And well, he hadn't wanted to have to spoil the mood, have to waste having Ronan's interest and desire by not having lube, or easy access. It wasn't like they were back in Henrietta, where K had absolutely kept some in the glove box of his car.
He tried to help Ronan get his pants off as much as he could, but he similarly tried to keep from breaking from the kiss. But he shivers when the dreamer's fingers trace against the top hem of his jeans, and Kavinsky stills for a moment, a helpless sort of murmur into the kiss as Ronan pops the button and starts working on the zipper. Fuck.
He just clings to him for a moment, fingers tangled in his shirt, unable to think for a breath and so he just kisses him, open-mouthed and needy. He'll drag his shirt off in a moment, but for right now he can't help but savor the moment.]
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His heart was pounding in his chest, a caged rabbit, and he took a moment to keep his fingers from trembling before getting back to work. Once he'd unzipped Kavinsky's pants, he started tugging them down, focusing on the task for as long as he could before his hands wandered. He slid his hands around, cupping K's ass and giving a gentle squeeze. Like he'd only been able to dream about before.
Ronan made a soft noise into the kiss, pulling back just for a moment to suck in a deep breath. And maybe to give Kavinsky a chance to get his shirt off before he was petting his fingers over his hips, thumbs tracing along his hipbones.
The thing about...everything, was Ronan was shyer than he let on. Softer. Sweeter. As desperate as he was right now, he was nervous, too. He wanted Kavinsky, everything he had to give, but- there was a part of him that worried about not living up to the other dreamer's expectations. He wanted this moment to be good--perfect--for both of them.]
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He gasps into the kiss, a murmur as he shivers at the feeling of how Ronan's fingers squeeze gently against him. He's dreamt about this, fantasized about this. He's gotten himself off more times than he'd like to admit thinking about Ronan Lynch, about the other boy putting hands on K's skin because he wanted to, wanted him. And now here they are and this-- it feels like something to live for. Like something that can hold him to the ground.
Kavinsky takes advantage of the moment where Ronan pulls back to help get him topless too, yanking his shirt up and off as quickly as he can manage before tossing it in the vague direction to join Kavinsky's own. He shimmies out of his pants while he's at it, kicking them off of his ankles-- and then Ronan was sliding fingers against his hips, thumbs tracing over the bony crest and he shivers. He leans into his hands, a soft sound of want and pleasure on his mouth.
He curls his hands against Ronan's shoulders, one cupping at the back of his head. But rather than immediately pulling him in for a kiss, he just looks at him- dark eyes on those bright blues. Like he needs to catch his breath, like he's almost overwhelmed just to be this close to the other boy. And he is. Because he loves Ronan. Because K is soft too, in ways that hardly anyone knew. Starved for affection, for being wanted, for feeling good enough. And when he smiles at Ronan it's a little helpless, a little sweet.
He's a little nervous too, but he'd never admit to that, so he brushes it off with his typical bravado. He leans in, nipping lightly against Ronan's ear, his voice low and filthy.]
You still want in my secret place, Lynch?
[He'd made a joke about it back in the dream field. But with Kavinsky, joking about it didn't mean he wasn't serious. He'd wanted it back then, too. Now, it's just a softer way of saying do you want to fuck me- or maybe just admitting that he wants it too. He can't help kissing him first, not quite giving him space to answer.]
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He exhaled in a rush, the innuendo almost going over his head for a moment. It was- different than he imagined things going and for a fleeting moment, he considered his bloody knuckles. His skin flushed anew. He tried to figure out how he was supposed to tell Kavinsky that he was- Except the other dreamer was kissing him and it wiped half the thoughts from his head.]
I- okay.
[It wasn't the most enthusiastic answer, but that didn't mean he didn't want to. It was just that he was less confident in himself when it came to- well- but he still wanted Kavinsky however he could get him, wanted him moaning under his hands.]
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[His voice is hushed and unsure, because while the other boy agrees, he sounds less than enthusiastic. Kavinsky can't help the worry that he'd made the wrong joke or pushed too hard.
For a moment, the bravado, the confidence and pretense peels away. Leaves Kavinsky just a soft boy, mouth kiss-flushed and lips parted, dark eyes watching him as they stand there close. Naked and hopeful, and something almost uncertain in how he looks at him. But he doesn't want to ruin the moment by asking what's wrong, so instead he just reaches up and cups the side of Ronan's face, the touch quiet and tender- different than what he's always pretended to be.
With someone else he would have shrugged it off, not worried about it. But with Ronan it was-- he cared, he cared enough to let him under his skin, to see who he really was. But he didn't really know how to put that into words, so what he says instead is just:]
I want you.
[He just hopes that's enough.]
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It was easy to think that Kavinsky was flippant and confident all the time, sure of everything he did. Seeing the boy under the bravado made Ronan feel even more guilty about how things had ended between them before. He'd been so wrong about so many things.]
I want you, too. I just- [He worried his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, trying to choose his words.] I don't have as much experience as you do.
[He assumed Kavinsky had a lot more experience, at least. He gave off that impression. Ronan wasn't a virgin, himself, but he wasn't as confident.]
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But-- he didn't want to push him away. The very thing that he craved, that he needed.]
It's okay.
[He doesn't deny that he probably has more experience than Ronan. He didn't have quite as much as people tended to assume, because rumor is always fucking vicious. But there was him and his pack. The occasional boy at one of his parties that wasn't too insecure. He sighed, pressing a light kiss to his temple that he hopes is reassuring.]
It'll be good, promise. We'll make it work.
[It'll be perfect because it's you, but he doesn't know how to say that outloud. Or not just yet, anyway. But he just wanted Ronan, he wanted to be wanted by him. He didn't care if it was clumsy and fumbling. He just wanted to be enough, to make him feel good, to wrap the other boy around him. He leans in for another kiss, lingering just a moment or two and then he takes a step back, grabbing the bottle of lube, and he flashes Ronan a look that's warm and inviting. He leans back against the wall of the shower and looks at him through his eyelashes.
K could be sort of careless with prep sometimes, when it came to himself. He didn't always mind the ache, didn't mind being a little rough. But he wasn't going to do that with Ronan on their first time, although he'd never admit to being sweet about it. Especially since he was almost shaking with his own impatience; not nearly as casual as he tried to seem.]
C'mere. Do you wanna help?
[He was experienced enough to know that not everyone was into fingering another guy. He didn't mind doing it himself, but he also wasn't going to say no to having Ronan's hands on him. Mostly he just wanted him close, maybe have him hold one of his legs to make the angle easier.]
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Okay.
[He trusted Kavinsky. Maybe he shouldn't, all things considered, but on the same hand, Kavinsky hadn't given him a reason not to trust him since they'd arrived in this place. Besides that, Ronan was sinking into strong feelings for the other boy. They were- they were dating, weren't they? They were something--maybe he should actually bring that up at some point. To make sure they were on the same page.
At this moment in time though, he was grateful for the fact that Kavinsky didn't tease or taunt him. It meant a lot. It said a lot, the lack of biting comments. It made Ronan feel safer.
The way that Kavinsky looked at him- it stirred something inside of Ronan. And not just his arousal. It was more than that because it could never be just physical for him.
Ronan believed him when he said they would make things work. They would, even if Ronan was a little shy, which he'd never admit to.
Stepping in closer, he brushed his thumb along Kavinsky's cheek and kissed him before replying.]
Yeah, I do.
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He wasn't good at saying it, at putting how he felt into words-- but it was still true. He was soft on Ronan, wanted him even before he knew he was a dreamer. And then they'd ended up here, and Ronan wasn't just a dreamer, he felt like K did, knew what it was to feel like you were dying. It made it a little easier to open up, to show Ronan the softer sides of him.
He shivered at the way that Ronan brushed his thumb against his cheek, and he kissed him. Kavinsky leaned into the touch, kissed him back, desire and affection that he let the other boy kiss from his mouth. And when he said yes this time, it didn't feel quite as uncertain. Kavinsky popped open the lid of the lube, putting some on the other boy's fingers.
He shifted his hips, bracing one leg to try and make sure there was enough space between his thighs for Ronan to maneuver his fingers. Usually, he didn't offer this. But Ronan was different. He wanted more than the way he kept most people from getting close enough to hurt him.]