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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2022-03-01 05:33 am

A New Platform [Intro Post March]


PLATFORM STOP: MONTH 17
(QUICKSAND)



BEFORE ARRIVAL

"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day 1 of the month of Quicksand. Points have been updated on the system."

The voice of the Voidtrecker Express welcomes passengers at the same time as always, sometime after breakfast. With points updated, everyone can spend the morning shopping. Most people will be expecting the second announcement that comes a few hours later, as the colours of the void outside the windows blur more and more.

"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. The weather is cold and damp. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

A lurch and a jolt, and the windows fill with the fog that means they are at a platform.

ON THE PLATFORM


1. THE ARRIVAL

At first, all your character can see is steam billowing around them as they come to their senses. But as their eyes adjust, they find themselves on a platform.
It is cold, a slush of ice and rain on the ground underneath their feet. It's not currently raining though. The platform is made of black cobbles, slippy under their feet, dark stone gates serving as barriers giving the impression of a severe and grim place.

They stand in clothes not their own, in a style they might not even recognise. They're carrying a rucksack on their person, and for a moment it seems to just be them, alone on this platform. Before the fog starts to subside, and they'll see they're one of eleven figures: all facing the tracks, and all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies, the latter in one of four colours. Purple, red, blue or orange.

But then there's a roaring sound to get their attention, and out from the fog arrives a train. A sleek black, it it reads The Voidtrecker Express in gold lettering on the side. Every one of the doors hiss as they open automatically, and out pours a strange assortment of people, over a hundred at least. Some are human, some less so, with a majority wearing the same hoodie of four colours as they do, though some sport outfits in a variety of styles.

The train doors close behind them, and the vehicle is cloaked in the same fog that hides the world beyond the platform. A group of people head towards the gates of the platform, their expressions blank and unaffected by their surroundings. Ansem, Connor, Curufin, Elle Days, Freddy Fazbear, Margulis, Murderbot, Potato, Vexen, Will Stanton and Yota They disappear through the barriers, but no one else can - all people can do is wait until the train re-emerges, finishing whatever changes it's making.


2. BOARDING THE TRAIN

After a short time, perhaps ten minutes or so, the fog clears and the doors hiss open again. Everyone will feel a pull when they do, a need to board, and those from the train may encourage new arrivals to board. This feeling grows into one of apprehension and turns worse the longer they stay off-board.

For those that do board, they may find themselves in a few different carriages, but most likely the standard coach. A row of seats sit available, with a few tables between each. More likely than not, some cookies have been set out with jugs of drink, and cups available for pouring.

For those that don't, however, they're likely to attract attention if they're spotted. And if that fails... an unfortunate end will await them.


3. DEPARTURE

Do a little exploring, if you will. But people will have half an hour total from the train's arrival before a second horn sounds, encouraging any stragglers taking advantage of the fresh air to board. After five minutes from this, the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, but they may wish to brief their new companions.

The train begins to rumble with activity, and the platform starts to disappear into a fog as the voidcraft moves. A female-coded artificial voice echoes throughout the train.

"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express. 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.


ON THE TRAIN


1. EXPLORING

With nowhere to go but through the train's carriages, this is a good time for newcomers to explore. For veterans, it's back to your everyday life aboard the Voidtrecker Express.

¤ New arrivals will notice a screen and console in every carriage sharing the same message, and a stack of leaflets in holders by them offering further information to the curious (see 'Publications'). There are lavatories available on each carriage on one end, with another console with a deposit box under it at the other. This is the train shop.

¤ It'll take some time for newbies to figure out the layout, even if there's only two directions to go in. Go one end, and you'll find the food stores and washing utilities. This month's key ingredient is pineapple, and you're sure to bump into others curious about what's in the stock.

¤ Go to the other end, and you'll find the sleeper cabins. Plaques sit on the wall by each door with the names of their occupants, and one of these will be yours - hopefully, they'll figure out that swiping their ticket against the doorpad will open it up to them. 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.

¤ At the farthest end in this direction is the luggage carriage, where passengers who have bought items from the train shop will find their purchases. There are also medical kits for every one, each labelled with their full roster name. These are scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags, but there's also a small fridge and kettle here with bottled water, for those who want a quiet drink.

For those of Purple team who go looking for their reward they will find simple boxes of cupcakes to share out. There's a cupcake for all of purple team, even the new arrivals, share in your new team's success!


2. ACTIVITIES

But of course, there's also everything in-between those two directions, and the people in them.

¤ Areas of note will be the training gym, where there's always regulars training to pass the time. There's a training board offering services, but maybe you'll find someone who catches your eye in here. Or even its gear?

¤ Is your character used to the appliances to be found in the kitchen? Depending on when your character wanders in, they may find someone testing out a recipe, preparing for lunch, or even dinner time.

¤ The library offers a quiet place, with a fair selection of books from fiction to non-fiction. Is your character interested in learning more about the void? Picking up an action or adventure book? Wow, there sure are a few magazines.

¤ There's also media to consume, from the games car, the cinema, to the arts carriage. Ever played a virtual reality game? Wanted to learn how to fly? Have you seen a screen of moving pictures? There's now documentaries to be found in the cinema's catalogues, from How To programming, Void-related topics, and sports.


3. REST AND SLEEP

¤ Time is difficult to track in the void, even with the few clocks around showing a 21 hour time. But the windows allowing a view of the kalediscope void will shift to a pitch black once the time reaches 12, and keep for the rest of the day.

¤ Breakfast, lunch, and dinner time is usually announced by whoever's cooking that day, and when. Sometimes it's decided by the team chores; other times, it's decided by who wants to be cooking.

¤ But sleep eventually comes to all, even if they don't want it to. When 21 hours have finally passed on the train, all passengers, whether they need sleep or not, will see black - only to start a new day in their cabin beds, with the sound of the train's automated voice greeting them with a 'Good morning' message.


NAVIGATION ~ GAMEPLAY ~ SETTING ~ CHARACTER INITIATIVES ~ QUESTIONS
hashtagparkerluck: (starwarsstarwarsstarwars)

[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2022-03-01 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Um.. yeah.." Peter says as he opens yet another suitcase only to find it empty. He glances behind him to see who he's talking to. "I was kinda hoping my stuff from last time I was here was around somewhere but maybe I've been gone too long."
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[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2022-03-01 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter looks as he hears someone talking and doesn't take too long to realise they're talking to him. Right, he still looks new.

"Oh, I know. I've... been here before, actually." He admits, he knows it might be a little rude (sorry Aunt May) but he looks behind the man in hopes of seeing someone he knows file out of the train but returns his attention to the man quickly enough.

"Uh, I'm Peter. It's nice to meet you." He smiles.
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[personal profile] ironchef 2022-03-01 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why do all the vibrant beautiful colorful things have to be poison or nauseating or come with horrible bird noises."

But oh, hey, it's a kitty. He still looks a little queasy, but-

"Is your cat friendly? I mean, okay. That's a dumb question." Cats are inevitably selectively friendly. "I mean, would it be okay to pet it if it let me?" Because something soft and fuzzy would help a lot in not looking out the window.
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-03-01 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm," Koumyou taps his chin in thought, and looks over at the face of the kitty in question. She opens her glowing, aggressively-purple eyes to look back. "What do you think, Wiggles?"

The cat turns her attention to Hunk, contemplates him for a long moment, and then...

Yeah, okay, she stands up on Koumyou's narrow shoulders, pushing his head forward for a second before she leaps down to be in range of Hunk.

"She's not the friendliest, but she accepts tributes of attention sometimes," Koumyou notes, watching with amusement. "Just don't push your luck with her."
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[personal profile] ironchef 2022-03-01 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Noted." Sometimes the cute fuzzy things you find in mysterious environments want to murder you. Even if they're obviously someone's beloved pet.

Firmly not paying attention to the window, he leans over and gives her little cheek and underchin scritches. "You know, my robot that I used to pilot was shaped like you. Sort of. It was a lion. Way too big to ride around my shoulders, though. My loss, huh?"

He chuckles at Wiggles, giving her a gentle swipe down her back, managing a smile.
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[personal profile] monkeyinthewrench 2022-03-01 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter...so he really is...? Whoa. Jake's eyes widen, and he has to bite back an excited response. That would be rude. He takes in the info and notes the guy's gaze. No wonder. Looking for friends. Jake can pivot, no problem.

"Oh! Great. So you know. I'm Jake, kind of an...everyman, I guess? But who are you looking for? I'm trying to keep better track of people after we almost lost everyone, so. I probably know if they're still here."

Yup. That sure was a thing that happened.
ironchef: (021)

Role call.

[personal profile] ironchef 2022-03-01 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, a talking cat? Not really what he expected. Well, a talking cat that wasn't bipedal. Some Galra are pretty kitty-like.

Nevermind.

"Oh, uh. Hi. I guess. Sure, I was gonna check out the kitchen anyway. I could get you some fish. If they have fish, anyway." Then a pause. "Do you want me to carry you? My legs are way longer than yours."
hashtagparkerluck: (What?)

[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2022-03-01 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
“Sorry.” He says sheepishly when he realizes he’s been caught not paying attention. “Just… um my girlfriend, Kitty. Or she was my girlfriend before-wait what?” They almost lost everyone? When did that happen?

“When you say almost lost everyone..? He narrows his eyes suspiciously. It wasn’t Thanos was it? While the doughnut ship seemed like a life time ago he also knows there’s no telling who the void sucks in.

“What happened while I was gone?”
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[personal profile] monkeyinthewrench 2022-03-01 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh! That one I can answer. Kitty's definitely still here."

Huh, so they're a couple...cute. Maybe knowing she's safe will help Peter process the rest. But it's a lot, so Jake's going to try his best to explain.

"It was just a few days ago. Train announced it was going to try to send everyone home who wanted to go back...but it all went wrong. It didn't let go of people who wanted to go, people who didn't want to go got kicked out...we all ended up walking to each others' worlds and getting lost in them. But then the void started creeping in, and the people who were left on the train had to come rescue us."

Yup. That sure happened.
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Zelgadis Greywords | OTA

[personal profile] gathersnomoss 2022-03-01 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Platform

Another two weeks, another platform. Zelgadis mostly sees it as a chance to get some space from everyone else on the train and stretch his legs, and see who is getting off here. He’s not expecting people from home to show up, since no one else has, and he’s not one of the people invested in being the Welcome Wagon for new arrivals. He does wear the purple train hoodie and tan pants, but has his cloak on over it, as the last few stations have been cold or raining or both. This one was no different.

He scans the crowd, and freezes when he sees a distinctive man in red in the crowd of new arrivals. Dammit, the train even got the color correct. And from Yondu, he knew the train could pick up the dead as well as the living. “Oh, no no no…”

Other Voidtrekkers might watch Zelgadis attempt to head back into the train, and most likely run into the barrier. Failing that, he is going to retreat to a corner, his cloak's hood covering his head and hunched over, and wait until the train lets them all board.

In the past, he might have confronted Rezo. But at the moment, all he could think of was that he was finally human after years, and now the man who had originally transformed him was here.
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cabin.

[personal profile] kingsquest 2022-03-01 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
There was someone in there, actually. A broad shouldered young man who seemed to be looking for something while he peered under one of the lower bunks. When the knock came he had, apparently, not expected it, and shot up a bit too fast and promptly knocked his head on the edge of the bed.

"Ow." he groaned, hand quickly moving to rest over the now throbbing back of his head. With one eye clenched shut from the sudden sting of pain, Alistair looked over to Bruno and nodded awkwardly, raising his free hand in greeting. "Uhh...hello. Don't mind me, just - checking how sturdy these beds are." He patted one of the mattresses. "Mhm. Yup. Very firm. Should hold up."
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Ruby Rose | OTA

[personal profile] silver_eyes_rose 2022-03-01 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
A different Platform

On the platforms before, Ruby would have happily bounded out, “Free Hugs!” sign in hand, ready to accept and give out affection as needed. This platform was different. The shine in Ruby’s eyes was gone.

The train’s attempt to send everyone home hurt Ruby. She learned that her world was in worse shape than it had been before she left. Even more, no one had followed her to her world. When she was pulled back, she ignored the calls for the sleepover. In her mind, why participate in something when those people didn’t care for you?

She’ll stay on the platform until it’s time to go back, but once it’s done, she’ll head back in and shove her sign in the nearest trash can.

“What a joke…” she muttered.

Quiet Car

Once the train was on the move again, Ruby went to hide herself away again. The best place she could think of was the Quiet Car. Grabbing some blankets and pillows, she set herself inside one of the booths and sat on the floor.

If you happened to pass by, you might find her stewing in her self-loathing, sadness… as well as hunger and a lack of Chroma, having pretty much shoved things away…

“Maybe this is why Tannis hates people…” she grumbled.
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PLATFORM it's the only one no one hit >:0

[personal profile] jan_ken_hacking 2022-03-01 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe he really has lost his mind. Or maybe not. That's the question of the day, and while Bruno is firmly distracted by Literally Everything, a voice is going to cut in on that from behind.

"...Do you need any help?"

It's an innocent question. Calm, presented professionally one could say. Her clothes aren't exactly professional (all pastels and frills, albeit to a comfortable limit), but her tone carries more weight than that for the kid.

(And she is a kid- she'd be as old as Camillo, probably.)

But, well.

She was very quiet in her approach from behind. "Arriving can be very sudden- if you feel panicked, try to focus on something grounding, such as counting, for a moment."
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[personal profile] truesmiles 2022-03-01 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"So where you are from you trade with other worlds, huh? Must bring about a lot of interesting produce."

Fai was already looking over where he was going to cut first, which of course would be the top part of it and the bottom. He reaching over he grabbed a knife before pausing. Tasting something that well didn't taste the same as it once did...

"I can slice it okay, quick learner when it comes to cooking, but I wouldn't be able to tell if they tasted the same sorry to say. Taste buds aren't what they use to be."
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lioriley | original | ota

[personal profile] invigorates 2022-03-01 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
❱❱ platform
I. new arrivals;
Lioriley already had her journal in hand as she stepped off the train, her dark, kind eyes scanning along the new arrivals with both genuine curiosity and a faint hint of moroseness unbefitting her usual demeanor. She had suspected the train would pull others in — one way or another — after the last event took place. But she had assumed prior to the rescue mission that it was to make up for the sudden lack of population. Apparently, it was just the usual order regardless of what had happened.

If approached, she seemed to quickly write something down and then turn her full attention to them. Standing an inch under five feet and looking more than light enough to launch across the platform (cough) with minimal effort, she did not seem a particularly imposing figure. Friendly, even, despite the brief look of pity she had apparently tossed in the groups general direction upon first exiting the train.

"Hello. I am sure this is all very overwhelming, hm? I have only been here for a short time myself, but should you need anything — do not be afraid to ask." at worst, she could just go and fetch one of the more veteran passengers to answer any particularly difficult questions.

II. please keep your hands and feet inside the train at all times;
The moment the first whistle blew and the doors opened, Lioriley made a point to watch everyone as they moved toward it, keeping just off to the side, fingers fiddling almost nervously with the strings of her orange hoodie, eyes locked on the newcomers and those few she knew had perished prior.

"You would do well to board. 'Tis not a pleasant thing if you do not." She said in a tone that might be ominous if her lip didn't tremble and her eyes seemed wet with the threat of tears.



❱❱ the train
I. avoiding mistakes;
In the standard car there was a list. On that list were names of all of the passengers written in a looping, perfectly aligned script. Beside some there are check marks, others circled, some crossed out entirely. For much of the trip no one seemed to touch it — until that elven-esque woman with dark skin and glowing neon lines pulsing around her limbs came and begun to erase and rewrite, referring to the journal she had had on the platform.

II. ever curious;
Lioriley had been in the library nearly every day since her arrival, pouring over the contents of every book she could grasp — especially those relating to the void and the magics therein. And she was there now (when was now? practically any time you could think of, honestly), sitting at one of the desks with piles of books. Some open to seemingly random pages, others in a stack on the ground that she seemed to be finished with. That journal, again, open before her — or was that a different one? Darker leather, if you squinted hard enough — taking notes as diligently as she had been on the platform.

"Ah — my apologies. If you need any of these you are free to take them." She motioned not only to the finished pile, but to the others she still had stacked beside her, a smile easing onto her lips. "It is all very interesting."

If not there, then she was in the medical car, either tending to anyone that required it, or filing through the stocks to assure everything was organized and in its proper place. Whatever proper place that may be. Sometimes she would stop, pulling a bottle down and staring at it, head cocked to the side before she suddenly turned and hurried toward a pile of documents nearby, filtering through as if frantically looking for something.

III. If you stare into the void, sometimes the void stares back;
She knew better. She had been told not to stare, but in the quiet car Lioriley, tired and half-broken from the events of the last 'mission' and the subsequent nightmares that followed, could not help herself as she zoned out and let her eyes wander to the window beside her.

Feeling the ache in her head and knowing that it would linger was a strange thing to the Lunari. Such pains were usually eased within seconds with her healing ability. But the void was a strange and powerful thing, a thing that lured her in and would not release her as she stared, wide-eyed out the window at the swirls of patterns and colors.

Then she saw it — and maybe, in hindsight, she would know that it was just her reflection on the glass. But what if it wasn't? So familiar as it was in the dream, she expected the world to shatter again. Lioriley suddenly jerked back, tearing her gaze away and gasping loud enough to likely disturb anyone else nearby, her rucksack beside her toppling to the ground as she sat in her seat, chest heaving and leylines flickering wildly.



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is this not enough for you?! JK hmu if you want a custom starter or anything :)
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Usagi Tsukino (AU) | OTA

[personal profile] another_moon 2022-03-01 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
New Rooms

Usagi stretched as she finally made her way to her new room. Her Kyoko had opted to get them both a double room to spend time in. It made sense, what with them in a relationship. Though, the rooms could be so much better. Oh, well, beggars can't be choosers, right?

She took the time to set herself up in the room, waiting to see if Kyoko'll show up or if anyone else wanted to peek in and say hello.

Platform

Usagi was certain that no one from her world was showing up. There better not be - not after what she went through. Still, she decided to see who had shown up and what she could do to help.

"H-Hey, you need anything?" she called out.
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Senku Ishigami | Orange Team

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2022-03-01 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Parting Ways

[ A friend leaving was always difficult in its own way. He was going to miss Curufin, even more because during the time he'd been away from the train he hadn't gotten to speak with him, or since his return.

It wasn't just anyone who could debate with him.

Senku performed his usual display, planting his feet and raising a fist in the air, many people might recognize this as his way of saying goodbye to those who leave. It was his village's custom after all.

He looks serious, over sad, but he's had a lot to process recently. ]


II. Tea

[ Like many welcome days, Senku prepares some tea and offers it to passers by. ]

Want something warm?

[ He has his own cup he's sipping from, so he's covered there, but a touch of comfort is offered because typically it makes people feel better. ]

You can ask me anything.

III. Orion

[ In the late afternoon, Senku is standing in the kitchen, actually prepared to make dinner, with a pink espurr hovering up by his face staring him down.

Senku looks at Orion.

Orion looks back.

There is a moment of quiet. ]


Don't make that face. [ Senku breaks first. ] It's not your dinner time for another hour, and I know, because I'm counting!

IV. Medical

[ After dinner, Senku can be found in the medical car, minding it in case anyone has any problems they need to deal with, something he does often.

He's just sitting on a chair, curled up with one of his books. He can be interrupted for any reason really. ]


V. Wildcard

[ Choose your own adventure! Nab Senku for some other discussion, drag him to the cinema with the promise of picking a documentary, bully him into going to bed or talking about his feelings, the sky is the limit! ]
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alistair | dragon age: origins | ota

[personal profile] kingsquest 2022-03-01 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
❱❱ arrival
Rainy? Dark and depressing? Smelled like Ferelden to him. But this was distinctly not his homeland, Alistair realized with a start as he seemed to just wake up from his slumber. Of course the first time he got a real bed in months and it was ruined by whatever this was. The fade? Maybe. It certainly looked strange enough.

And what was up with his clothes? Where was his armor, his sword, his...everything?Alistair whirled around in a circle, catching the eyes of some of the other new arrivals before he finally stopped and just kind of stared into the foggy abyss.

"...I'm going to assume this is somehow Morrigan's fault." he said, and then yelped as the sound of the train pierced the relative silence around him. Instinct had him reaching for his sword that he immediately remembered he didn't have, and he cursed as he turned his attention to the incoming mass of black. "Maker's breath, what is that?"



❱❱ exploring
Okay. Alright. Fine. He was in the void or the fade or whatever they were calling it here. Some kind of dream plane surely that was far beyond Alistair to comprehend. Something must have gone wrong, he thought, back home because of course it would! They were so close to the Landsmeet. So close to taking down Loghain it was almost enough to make him want to punch something.

And you know what? He was going to punch something. Something appropriate to punch like, you know, one of the training dummies in the training gym. So there he was, shirt off to reveal a decent amount of scars along his muscular torso, going absolutely ham on one of the training dummies like it owed him money or something, sweat beading along corded muscles.

After a while - or if he was interrupted - he would stop, wiping the sweat from his brow with a huff. "Well, I feel better." sort of.

Later, he would be found in the kitchens - because punching the ever loving shit out of a dummy that really didn't deserve that much of an ass kicking really made a guy hungry. Unfortunately, he couldn't cook anything beyond the standard Ferelden fare of 'toss everything in a pot and pray it doesn't kill you'. So if someone was in there already, the large man might be sneaking up to smell whatever it was they were making, like a big dog trying to get scraps from the dinner table.

"Ooh, what is that?"



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The Iron Bull | Dragon Age | OTA

[personal profile] inachinashop 2022-03-01 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: The sample at the bottom of Bull's application has the narration about his mental state when he first arrives, for anyone curious. I figure in his actual intro here I'll skip past that to the action, but the first bit does take place right afterward.)

DEPARTURE

Taking shirts off is awkward at the best of times. By the end of that first week after getting shipped out to Orlais all those years ago he'd decided to avoid them altogether no matter what everyone else was wearing, focus more on playing up to expectations than fitting in. Sure more people out there kept themselves all covered up than the Qunari had back home, but all those covered up people took one look at him and they wouldn't have been surprised if he went running around in a loincloth, if he'd decided to. So he's never really worried about it. But he knows enough to know he's got to be careful taking them off if he doesn't want to end up looking like a dumbass. It's the horns, and the fact that a lot of underlayers don't bother with buttons. It's a stupid way to put a shirt together but they're also not actually made for him, so. On a good day, those rare times he has to, he's got enough patience to navigate it.

Today is not a good day.

Bad idea to go out in the open when your sight's restricted but he keeps banging against things in the damn tiny bedroom and he's stuck here, and he's probably dead, so he's stuck here in this weird ass nothing-place with no one to watch his back where nothing's ever going to make any sense again and his teeth are gritted and his eye itches, the damned eyepatch is gone, he wants to just decide not to cry and be done with it but not all of him gets the message any more, no matter how dry his right eye stays it's like the scar tissue always makes what remains of his left one too stupid to realise the plan's off so it pinches and itches forever afterward, moisture all caught up in all the lumps and crevasses of the scars that he's going to have to clean out, and this shitting shirt won't get off his face and he's stuck here and there's not enough room so he staggers out into the corridor, chest bare and grey and scarred, face and both horns covered in a purple, inside-out hoodie that's a little too strong to tear just yet but he's putting some effort into it, hands caught in the sleeves but still trying to work their way to the collar, and way too focused on that to pay attention to the bizarre new smells and the sounds and the weird ass everything around him.

He's definitely going to run into some things. He's maybe going to run into some people. Right now the shirt is his only, bitterest enemy, the one thing in all this shit that he can control, and everything else is going to damn well have to wait.

ARTS N CRAFTS

Once he gets his shit together, he goes off exploring. He starts off that way, anyway. He's a little too on edge to spend as much time anywhere as he should, and eventually he figures out that not having the eyepatch is part of what's got him all twitchy. Not a big part, but it's like the stupid shirt thing. If he can do something about it, maybe he'll feel a little better. Keeping the rucksack on his back isn't as good as having a weapon there but a little weight's more familiar than nothing at all, and getting rid of the shirt and keeping the damn thing off him did help, sort of. So. One thing at a time.

The 'first aid kit' is useful, between gauze and a pad he can put something together, but if it looks temporary like that people are going to ask if he just got hurt, right? Doesn't want to deal with that right now. But somewhere in this city of weird metal carriage rooms he finds a needle and thread and fabric, and then later, some paint. He can work with that.

--ARTS N CRAFTS (a)
On top of everything else, the chairs are new. The different styles of chairs here, the materials he's never seen, all the ways everything's put together. Years into living in a place where none of the furniture was built to hold him he's gotten pretty good at figuring out what can handle all his weight, what he has to sit on with one asscheek and as much of his weight off it as possible, and what he shouldn't sit on at all, but nothing makes sense here right down to the chairs and around the time the creaking should be warning him to get up and try somewhere else his world's narrowed to the needle in one hand, the thread in another, and the tight and desperate hold he has over his patience.

He's squinting a little. The temporary eyepatch he's fit together is laid out on the table, haphazardly cut white fabric wrapped very loosely around it and, for the moment, forgotten. The biggest needle he found is still dwarfed in his hand, the thread even more so, and if that thread doesn't slip into the loop at the top of the needle soon the Iron Bull is going to go back to that training carriage and with the weird dummies and the weird equipment and he's going to start trying to break something. He's grimacing as he thinks it, focusing fiercely, and the thought comes right on time for one of the weird, creaking chair's back legs to give up and break right underneath him. He reaches out to catch himself against the floor with a surprised noise, feels the tiniest little stabbing feeling against his palm, and looks in his hand to see the needle he'd been trying so hard to use bent almost in half.

"Shitting pile of rancid filth," he spits, the words that sound to him like Qunlat sharp and angry on his tongue, and he tightens his fist over the now-pointless needle and throws it across the room. It's not heavy enough for the throw to be even a little bit satisfying. The useless, crumpled up thing plinks gently against the bookcase at the center of the room, and falls quietly to the floor. He sighs.

--ARTS N CRAFTS (b)
He keeps at it. What else is he going to do? Anger feeds into itself and there's no place for that here, in this room made for calm and precise work. The fabric sewn over the patch is white, still temporary looking, so once he's done he stays in the room, takes his time finding a bigger, sturdier looking chair (maybe, still kind of hard to tell, but if this one dumps him onto the floor too he's going to deal with it and it is going to be fine), and he takes some paint, and he paints.

It smells weird. Not the kind of paint he's used to. Paint's supposed to smell like something else. He tries not to think about it. The brush is dwarfed in his hand too, but less than the needles were, and waiting for the first layer of black to dry so he can paint on top of it gives him time to just sit there and breathe. By the time someone else comes in he can even muster up a faint little smile.

"Hey, what do you think?" he asks, holding the fabric -- background painted black under a red outline of a face with broad, straight horns coming out of it -- stretched out on top of where his left eye used to be. "I was thinking I'd put something different on the other side, so I can just flip it over when I'm in a different mood. Can't think of what, though."
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Lab Car

[personal profile] gundamofthedesert 2022-03-01 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Quatre had wandered into the lab carriage. He usually tried to avoid the more crowded carriages on platform day. It was a lot for him to handle. But he needed to get out and the lab was fairly quiet.

Of course today, he had found that he was not alone. He wandered in to where Hunk was looking at the experiments.

"A lot of people have put in a lot of hard work. I think you can get access to most anything if you ask for it. It might have to be ordered if its not already here, but it is possible."
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[personal profile] achickenformylove 2022-03-01 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[WangJi was, as per usual, out on the platform as soon as the train arrived, pausing only long enough to say goodbye to those who had left completely. One friend leaving so it was important to say it even if they wouldn't react.

But he was nearby when he heard the reaction from the young lady on the platform and headed over in her direction]


You are outside the Voidtrecker Express. Unfortunately, no one chooses to be here.
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Rezo Greywords | Slayers

[personal profile] redprayer 2022-03-01 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[[ooc: Feel free to respond in prose or brackets style- I'll adjust my writing to match.]]

Arrival and Awareness

It’s a little like waking up. Everything but the light rushes back in, an onslaught of sensation that overwhelms Rezo’s normally churning thoughts. He’s so awake that it almost wraps around to feeling like a dream.

It’s cold. He can smell the water in the air, feel the slip of slush underneath his boots. There’s a weight on his back, and he has no idea what it is. But he doesn’t know where he is or why he’s here either, so this isn’t of much concern by comparison. Rezo tilts his head back, breathing in the clean air. He can hear voices and footsteps but he’s too caught up in the wonder of being alive to pay them any mind.

It’s a loud roar that catches his attention. His head whips in the direction of the sound that rapidly approaches. Other sounds filter in, strange and mechanical; the roaring ceases with a loud hiss; and then more footsteps, the sound of a crowd exiting a building.

Rezo summons his staff, a tall, metallic thing with rings at the top (someone may recognize the design as being similar to a khakkhara staff) to help him keep his balance as people surge forth.

And yet he doesn’t try moving out of the way, just stands there with a dazed expression upon his face.

I’m Supposed to Sleep Here?

Several strange occurrences and confusing explanations later, and Rezo has finally moved into the “actually taking action” stage of finding his bearings. Finding the room he was supposed to stay in seemed as good a chance as any, and he’d fortunately been able to read the ticket on his own. Passenger: Rezo Greywords and Cabin: L2 E.

Actually finding the room had been easy. Getting inside had involved more flailing than he’d care to admit, but when he’d touched the hand he’d been holding the ticket with against the smooth plaque on the side (It had read out a series of names- his own, and three strange to him.) the door had audibly unlocked.

Now, Rezo is inside, staff held tight against his side as he runs his hands along the walls, edges of furniture, the tops of beds, and so forth, familiarizing himself with the space. It’s unfortunately rather small, and if the plaque hadn’t already hammered it in, the fact there are clearly four beds hammers in that he’ll be sharing it with three strangers.

…And also, an awful lot of plants.

Book Stacking

As soon as he’s had time to unpack Rezo heads straight to the library car, picks out a stack of books, plonks himself into one of the workspaces upstairs, and gets to it. Within a minute he is very thoroughly absorbed in what he’s doing and oblivious to the presence of anyone else in the library car who maybe also wanted to read stuff about the void.

If you decide to pay the strange man any mind, you may observe that he reads the pages- and not just the ones written in braille- by moving his fingertip along the lines.
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keep inside the train

[personal profile] redprayer 2022-03-01 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Rezo had flinched at the whistling noise, making the rings on his staff rattle in turn. He feels a strange internal pulling sensation, urging him to approach the machine-building that the crowd came out of. It’s not exactly unpleasant but it’s unnatural enough to make him wary and he stays rooted to the spot.

But not for long. There’s a woman’s voice from somewhere below him, a little under his shoulders. Her voice is ominous, even if her size isn’t, and Rezo’s head inclines in her direction.

“Board?” he echoes, her words not fully registering.
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IV

[personal profile] redprayer 2022-03-01 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Obviously the medical center was always going to be of interest to a man who primarily plied his trade in healing. Rezo enters with a jingling of his staff and for a few moments he simply walks around tentatively, trying to investigate the facilities without touching anything that ought not to be touched.

When he realizes that Senku is there, Rezo turns towards him.]


Ah, pardon me. This is the clinic?
redprayer: (feeling like a fool again)

train take-off

[personal profile] redprayer 2022-03-01 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Rezo has been handling the motions of the train… okay. He’s been on ships before, so riding around inside a big thing that moves isn’t entirely outside his wheelhouse even if this moves differently. He can’t say he’s comfortable yet, but clearly he’s doing better than this person is.

Rezo smiles sympathetically.

“Motion sickness?” He does not recognize the brand names that this man is throwing at him, nor does he really get what he’s saying about nightmare fuel, but the nauseated sounds and general moaning are recognizable. “There may be treatments available, although perhaps you should start by lying down.”