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Entry tags:
- 47 [ou],
- edge [ou],
- inigo [ou],
- lan wangji [ou],
- leaf [au],
- link (mm) [crau],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- overlord zetta [crau],
- ple two [ou],
- romeo [crau],
- ~x~arataka reigen [ou],
- ~x~ash [ou],
- ~x~conan edogawa [ou],
- ~x~curufin [crau],
- ~x~cú chulainn caster [ou],
- ~x~dio brando [au],
- ~x~elfnein,
- ~x~evie grimhilde [ou],
- ~x~feanor [ou],
- ~x~fingon [ou],
- ~x~ignis scientia [ou],
- ~x~jessie custer [au],
- ~x~joscelin fitzthomas [crau],
- ~x~kaito kuroba [ou],
- ~x~kumoko [ou],
- ~x~lan wangji [ou],
- ~x~lightning farron [ou],
- ~x~maedhros [ou],
- ~x~maglor [ou],
- ~x~nerdanel mathaniel [ou],
- ~x~peter parker [ou],
- ~x~prisoner [ou],
- ~x~raven [ou],
- ~x~renee corbin [ou],
- ~x~sarai thunderstorm [ou],
- ~x~wei wuxian [ou]
A New Platform [Intro Post December]
"Good morning passengers, it is day sixteen of the month of Catfish." The voice woke them as usual four days after they had rejoined the train, leaving the dying world, the scientists and evacuees behind them."Team Points have been updated on the system and the shop has been updated."
. A few hours into the morning there is a second announcement. "Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void imminent." Hopefully everyone knows to hold on, though if they do not they will be in for a bumpy arrival to the platform. At first all they can see from the windows is steam.
They step out into blazing sunshine, heat hits them. There is still steam, but light breaks through, dazzling at points, reflecting off the smooth surface of the platform. As the doors open the first four people off the train are wearing their rucksacks and dressed in purple hoodies. Yuki, Amelia, Harry and Richie. All walk steadily and unhurriedly towards the barriers at the back of the platform, show their ticket and disappear.
Those looking over the platform will recognise Ash, dressed in purple. With her are ten other people, one seems to have fire for a head, another is a book. Two are elves. All four teams are represented but Red and Blue are dominant with four new members each. Time to be welcoming.
For new arrivals.
At first all they can see if steam. Billowing around them as they come to their senses. They are standing, in clothes that are not their own, styles they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on their back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform is not very large, but it holds eleven figures all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing. The tracks stretch left and right into steam, or perhaps fog. Nothing can be seen to either side. Patches of sunlight break down and it is very warm.
In front of them is a train. Jet black and gleaming where it stands on the rails. Voidtrecker Express is emblazoned in the engine in gold. There is a hiss as the doors slide open.
Out step a selection of people, some less human than others, wearing clothes just like those worn by those on the platform.
The Train
The doors hiss open. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there is anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would not be a good thing, as nice a day as it is.
Each ICP shows the same message. If they are near an ICP they may find a piece of paper stuck to it, for further reading. The food stores have been topped up with new fresh food, there is still an abundance of sweet peppers.
New passengers will find their tickets allow them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!
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 and you will hopefully find a pillow for your bed if it has not been nabbed by a roommate, there are also spare blankets for if it gets cold.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, they may wish to brief their new companions.
The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view as it picks up speed.
"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express.” A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."
The train begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog filled sky.
"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."
Hopefully someone warns you that you really want to heed that warning because a moment later there is 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. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever changing colours.
Welcome to voidspace.
. A few hours into the morning there is a second announcement. "Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void imminent." Hopefully everyone knows to hold on, though if they do not they will be in for a bumpy arrival to the platform. At first all they can see from the windows is steam.
They step out into blazing sunshine, heat hits them. There is still steam, but light breaks through, dazzling at points, reflecting off the smooth surface of the platform. As the doors open the first four people off the train are wearing their rucksacks and dressed in purple hoodies. Yuki, Amelia, Harry and Richie. All walk steadily and unhurriedly towards the barriers at the back of the platform, show their ticket and disappear.
Those looking over the platform will recognise Ash, dressed in purple. With her are ten other people, one seems to have fire for a head, another is a book. Two are elves. All four teams are represented but Red and Blue are dominant with four new members each. Time to be welcoming.
For new arrivals.
At first all they can see if steam. Billowing around them as they come to their senses. They are standing, in clothes that are not their own, styles they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on their back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform is not very large, but it holds eleven figures all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing. The tracks stretch left and right into steam, or perhaps fog. Nothing can be seen to either side. Patches of sunlight break down and it is very warm.
In front of them is a train. Jet black and gleaming where it stands on the rails. Voidtrecker Express is emblazoned in the engine in gold. There is a hiss as the doors slide open.
Out step a selection of people, some less human than others, wearing clothes just like those worn by those on the platform.
The Train
The doors hiss open. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there is anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would not be a good thing, as nice a day as it is.
Each ICP shows the same message. If they are near an ICP they may find a piece of paper stuck to it, for further reading. The food stores have been topped up with new fresh food, there is still an abundance of sweet peppers.
New passengers will find their tickets allow them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!
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 and you will hopefully find a pillow for your bed if it has not been nabbed by a roommate, there are also spare blankets for if it gets cold.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, they may wish to brief their new companions.
The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view as it picks up speed.
"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express.” A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."
The train begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog filled sky.
"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."
Hopefully someone warns you that you really want to heed that warning because a moment later there is 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. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever changing colours.
Welcome to voidspace.
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Fog isn't exactly unexpected when on an adventure. Nor is suddenly-appearing fog. However it doesn't mean Wei Ying is happy about it, because the swift spin around tells him he can't see Lan Zhan. And that never makes him happy. "Lan Zhan!" He calls immediately, but notices with the next breath he's not wearing what he should be, and there's a heavy weight on his back, throwing his balance off.
He quickly takes it off and crouches down to start digging through it. "This isn't what I meant when we left on this adventure," he complains loudly, pushing down the rising sense of unease. His hand finds a familiar pouch that has him let out a relieved little breath. "Ah!" He lifts his head again as he stands, absently tying the pouch to his waist where it belongs after pulling out his flute. Better.
But where's... "Hey! Lan Zhan!" A growing edge inches into his voice. Another turn has him facing something so unfamiliar and bizarre he takes a quick step back. Then shakes his head sharply as the strange symbols on the side shift into characters he understands. Voidtrecker Express?
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Wherever Wei Ying goes, Lan Zhan isn't too far off following him and stood by his side on the platform by his call. With one hand tucked behind his back, he also comes prepared with a similar magical pouch that can store all matter, works similar to luggage. The sword, Bichen, with its snow-white hilt rested in its sheath and strapped to his hip.
It appears he's not too late as the train is already stationed. "Wei Ying...? I am here." A pause, a beat. "Having trouble...?"
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“Who or what is a Lan Zhan?” the little boy drawls.
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There's a lot of people this time and he sees the man dressed in blue who looks confused and makes his way over, smiling brightly. He wants to help everyone but especially those on his own team! "Who is Lan Zhan? Is he a friend of yours? I can help you find him if you want." He might not be here, just like Elfnein hadn't been here when Romeo arrived or the time after. But then she had arrived and that was good!
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"What does Lan Zhan look like?"
Just...look up. And keep looking up. It will be fine.
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"Easy. You okay there? Must be new, huh?"
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"What do they look like?"
He doesn't tell him that there was a good chance that anyone he was looking for might not be here. It was rare for people to arrive here together, after all.
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It's why the girl hesitates for a moment or two, but then she does slowly and carefully approach him.
"S.. Sorry sir, but you seem a little confused.." Not that she can blame him, given the circumstances.
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Being as she is a veteran of the station platform meet-and-greet with her two (two!!) successful encounters where exactly zero people got mysteriously killed by some evil monster who definitely wasn't her, the spider is in fine form. Her banner has been repaired, still reading 'I AM NOT A BAD SPIDER' but now with little fluttering decorations of positive emojis and... is that glitter?
Only one orange team member though? That sucks. She'd had her usual team points spiel bundled under one leg, ready to unspool in their direction, but that was absolutely an elf and... maybe a female one?? Ha, who was she kidding, she had no way of telling. Anyway, she figured they'd have it covered, and maybe get nervous if she made a beeline for him/her/it. Spiderline. Whatever.
So that left her without her main plan. Uncertain, she skittered to one side, still eyeing each newcomer in turn with her admittedly unnerving eight red eyes. Who to bother...?
The Train: Dressing Carriage That Is Totally Full Of Webs
It was only a short while later that she gave up on the meet-and-greet and teleported back into the train without further ceremony. Ahhhhhh. Relaxing after a hard morning's work was really the best. Her hammock was perfectly still while the train was in-station, and other than waving lazily to people going into the luggage car (either to get a package or, as far as she cared to tell, to have a mental breakdown in private) she was fully intent on just lazing around until it was time to hunt down some food.
The Train: 1-D That Is Only A Little Covered In Webs
She's only in here sporadically, but every half an hour or so she flickers in to check if all of her roommates are there yet. If you're new, this might be a bit of a shock when you arrive at your new room. One top bunk is a nest of webs, and then a man-sized spider apparates next to you??
ROOMMAAAATES
He's too used to the webs in this compartment to be too bothered, and has even grown somewhat used to the random appearance and disappearance of the spider who makes the webs.
DON'T BE SAD ROOMIE
HE'S FINE
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1-D
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Dressing Carriage
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OVERDUE
royal straight flush of elves GET
winner!
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1-D!
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Moving this over here!
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Maglor almost doesn't go to greet the latest batch of newcomers, but ends up stepping out with the rest of those, hands buried in pockets and the uniform he wears declaring him on the Red team. He sees a few new team mates, though that surprises him less and less. He'll still happily greet them if they even glance his way.
Departure
Just another day on the Void Train, stealing new people and kicking others off. This elf is getting used to nothing being certain even on a small thing of transport that the train is. He'll still try to sooth anyone who seems to need it by music, harp being plucked in a soothing melody.
A helping hand to those who haven't heeded the warning to hold on. He offers them a friendly little smile. "The announcements aren't made without reason."
Departure
Of course she's going to enjoy it some. "Though I doubt I'd be a very good player."
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Departure
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There are enough of them now that she doesn't feel it necessary to mingle or further muddy the waters of confused newcomers with her presence; her leaving the train at all is only because the announcements make it compulsory. There's a decent number of people in Red uniforms, and she tries and fails not to stare at most of them whilst leaning against the train.
A guy with a fireball for a head, a guy who'd rival Golbez for build- she narrows her eyes at a man so unassuming that it takes her three tries before her gaze doesn't just slide off him. And a book. Uh?
Whatever, Tony made himself team leader, he can deal with it. None of them look hurt.
Departure: Gravity Antics in the Gym Carriage
Having made her own pilgrimage to the luggage car and with a long-missed device tucked into her hoodie pocket, Lightning made as fast a journey to the gym car as she could without arousing too much interest. Once inside, she drew it out for a full inspection. It had been drilled into her to always check her magitech, even one that she could use as easily as breathing. That done, she fixed the control node to one finger, and with a snap of her fingers and a burst of crackling gravitational magic, was standing on the far wall, looking up at a tall, narrow room.
Delighted, she allowed herself a small smile and a huff of laughter, and perched on the basketball hoop for as long as the gravity field lasted. You know. Just to check it was fully functional.
gym carriage
She poked her head in the gym carriage and was surprised to see Lightning up on the hoop.
"Priestess Lightning?"
What was she doing up there. She hadn't known the priestess could fly.
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Gym carriage
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Gym carriage! with a slight time tweak of a tiny bit later than moment of departure
/salute
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so sorry for all the Gym Carriage threads. but it's interesting!
no problem at all~!
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Platform (had to be different)
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Excited pokemon trainer is excited. Giddy even, and it's downright infectious; even Princess* has keyed into Eva's near giddy state. A wide, honest grin stretches her face as she makes her way through the train, Princess's vestigial wings animatedly giving tell to both's state of excitement as the pink fluff follows, ostensibly to check everyone's settled in, but mostly it's to show off the new, permanent addition to her clothes.
A belt with one red-and-white pokeball on the left side. There's also two widely spaced 'studs' beside it, and three on the right and if one looks closely, there seems to be vines etched into the leather of said belt. The buckle itself is a platinum(?!) leaf shape. It doesn't exactly go with all the orange, but Eva doesn't care.
That's not the only thing though. In the back pocket, something metalic red and slightly battered pokes out. Catch her sitting down once her round is done, and both of them are face deep in a pokedex. A pokedex that is projecting holographic images of several pokemon from the blue projector on the top left. They both look happy but wistfully homesick.
(OOC: Middle one!)
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"Hello. What do that be being? Do they be being poke mons?"
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Super late. omg I'm so sorry
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Cú Chulainn (in Caster's flair) | Fate/
Stealthy exploring: choose your own adventure
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He had a lot of rules, she didn't find the questionnaire so bad, even if some of the questions were weird.
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Arrival: Platform
Re: Arrival: Platform
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Choose your own adventure, aw yeah. I hope this is okay, idek how this works
this is perfect!
oh good! c:
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Platform/entrance
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Link adjusted his rucksack and sighed. This was oddly familiar to the boy wearing blue (for a change). This was the third world Link had found himself pulled into. Nautilus, Termina, and now...wherever here was. And apparently he was supposed to get on a train.
(He was thankful for the reality storms in Nautilus, for allowing him to know what the monstrosity of a machine was.)
Still. Despite being familiar, he already was worried about Clef and Shadow back in Nautilus. He glanced around to see if maybe, just maybe, they had come along with him.
But, he rather doubted it. Link just hoped they'd take good care of Epona and Sylveon and the cuccos while he was on this trip.
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Link came into the cabin, feeling a little apprehensive about having roommates. And being forced to sleep inside.
He gave his new roomie a shy, dorky smile. "Um. Hey. Which bunk should I take?"
Arrival
"Hey there, you new?"
Re: Arrival
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Arrival
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Nerdanel frowns at the fog and waves it away, impatient - she's used to the smoke of a forge, as well as misty mornings, but this smells different. She stops dead as she comes through it, staring at the train in surprise.
"What is this?"
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She steps aboard curiously, not needing the tug, wandering along the train trailing curious fingers over the metal, stopping to investigate the construction.
"Interesting..." She murmurs. "I'm sure we could replicate something like this... but how is it powered?"
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So he stands motionless, watching her worriedly. Is she whole? Is she okay?
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On train!
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Wildcard...ish. Cabin 3C
PERFECT also /uses all the wrong icons for you because am terrible
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On the train~
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the train
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Apparently someone left an exceedingly large, red book on the platform. Just dropped it there and wandered off, to all appearances. With the back cover up, not even a title identifies it.
So there it is. What do?
Train
At the entrance to the peaceful rock-garden car at the end of the train, two rather vapid-looking warriors stood guard, looking not at all bothered by how absolutely boring their existence must be. Next to them stood a strange being that resembled a stitched-together penguin with tiny bat wings, two peg legs, and a pouch.
Whenever anyone approached, the Prinny stuck up one flipper to greet and halt them both. "Welcome to the domain of the Overlord, dood!" it said brightly. "Supplicants only!"
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He picks it up and flips to the title page to see if there was any information on the owner.
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On The Train...
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Dio Brando was asleep shortly ago.
Now he's on some foggy platform, blinking groggily, wearing clothing that doesn't at ALL feel like the nice comfortable body suit he'd had on when he went to bed, feeling a bit weighed down by some sort of ... pack. He's just one more new arrival, disoriented by suddenly finding himself somewhere else, and that puzzlement keeps him where he is. There's others here, and there's a train that awaits as if this were perfectly ordinary. This could be the work of some enemy Stand, but this doesn't match up to any power the Stardust Crusaders had as far as he was aware. Why... does he have a ticket? And a new watch..? And it's awfully bright out for a nice foggy night. Really bright, actually, almost as if.
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Through the curling fog and steam breaks the brilliant glory of the midmorning sun, warm and welcoming and promising considerable heat during the long hours of the day, turning the swirling fog and steam golden. It's almost picturesque.
From the huddle of newcomers is a sudden bloodcurdling screech of undignified terror (and frankly if someone's listening closely it sounds a lot like wrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy), and no sooner do the doors of the train hiss open to allow passengers to disembark that Dio lunges for the welcoming shelter of that dark interior. He can be incredibly fast when he wants to be, and right now he is EXTREMELY MOTIVATED. If it's normally a struggle to get a newcomer on board, that's apparently not going to be an issue here!
What is going to be, is slowing down. Which he doesn't do. It's a testament to the sturdiness of this train that Dio fails to slide to a stop in time and bounces off an interior wall, quite nearly back into a pool of waiting, welcoming sunlight, which results in a mad scramble sideways to avoid it and a little further inside.
He's only making the barest minimum efforts to avoid completely running anyone over. They don't really process over the far more important problem of why the hell is it daylight AND WHAT IS HE DOING OUT IN IT.
Post-Departure
Honestly he should be looking for his cabin or something but Dio's relocated into the darkest car he can currently find, namely, Storage! Or well, the lower floor of storage, in all its windowless amazingness. There are probably other places that Dio could and should be, but this one's the most comforting right now, with the memory of the burn of sunlight on his skin making his willingness to go anywhere near a window pretty damn small.
Someone his size really doesn't hide very well and it's not that he's hiding exactly, he's just.... avoiding everything he possibly can. He's still got his rucksack and his ticket, so there's that at least, but probably there's better places to be than this, especially since he's pulled off his shirt and is carefully looking for burns with the help of the gleaming golden wall that is The World. He's not good at looking over his own back after all.
Unfortunately to anyone with mundane senses it really looks like he's doing this inspection while talking to himself. "I am not going to 'calm down'," the blond man growls, either to The World or nobody at all, depending on who's looking. "Look, I'm all singed!" He is not in fact, particularly covered in burns, but that petulant tone might make someone wonder.
Post-departure
Without a second word to anyone, he takes off in the direction of the new scent, following his nose to the darkest part of the train and throwing the door open. He schools his face into something cold and cruel—all the better for dealing with his own kind—and sneers down at the other vampire.
“So it’s you, is it? Cowering in the dark like this—have you no pride as a vampire? Or...”
He smirks and reaches under his shirt to pull out a gold ring on a chain. It’s set with a huge red stone that glows eerily in the gloom.
“Are you too low ranked to have one of these? Pitiful.”
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As the steam clears Ash couldn't help the confusion settling on her features. She'd done this before. She shouldn't be doing this again. She saw the train in front of her and her ears fell. She checked the ticket in her hand and noticed her room had changed. Somewhere along the way it seems she may have left the train, though she couldn't actually recall it happening. Before she rushed off the platform she took a glance at the newcomers and noted quite a few red and blue, but there were new members for every team. That was interesting. She wondered what the spread of teams looked like now - if there was still mostly blues and purples, or if the conductor's rectified that.
At least it was sunny this time and not raining.
The Train/3C
Ash can be found anywhere along the train, but at one point she can be caught looking over all of the room assignments as she goes through the sleepers - she is almost relieved to find that everyone has been shuffled and it's not just because she's been away. She's also relieved to see who's still here on the traim, her ears relaxing a little bit.
She would eventually find herself in her new room assignment and seem to claim one of the top bunks, but that seems more out of habit than out of particular determination to have it. If someone else wants this bunk she could probably just as easily be talked out of it and into a different bunk. If no one challenges her, she'll be placing her things into her cubby and meticulously aligning it so that it is bordering obsessively neat.
Departure
For the departure you can find Ash in the kitchen, seemingly putting together all the things she needs to make a latte from the espresso machine, though she seems to be waiting for the fated lurch to the left. The lurch happened and Ash easily caught herself to keep from falling over or running into anyone, then continued working on her latte. In a way, things were almost back to normal. She was a little shaken, but definitely not stirred.
Arrival
Some sights can't help but be familiar, no matter the steam drifting around them. And the Roegadyn was smiling as he stepped towards her, though he also took a moment to look her over. See if anything has changed; see if she's in good shape after her mysterious exit from the train.
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Well, this was confusing. Usually a challenge rift led to a room with a treasure chest and then a path of spiked balls, spikes, toxic pits, and general overall peril. There usually were not enemies - often times these places were a peaceful respite, despite the traps involved. Immediately Prisoner dropped to a crouch, looking around. Those mutated by the malaise were not very smart - you'd think they'd notice a magenta fireball drop near the ground, but they normally didn't adjust for it. The steam cleared and Prisoner saw a whole lot of people who were definitely not affected by the malaise - he could tell because they had faces and not gaping mouths. Except for the book, of course. Which was a book. Why was there a book on the platform?
Now he noticed the pack on his back and he slid it off. He dug through and found the little charm that corresponded to the war spear and thumbed it a moment, jumping in shock at a sudden screech. Without thinking the war spear transformed into the full weapon - a long pole arm with a red ribbon tied just below the head. Prisoner spun around with surprising ease, low to the ground with the weapon readied as he looked for the source. He stays like this for a moment before noticing a (decidedly) too large man scrambling just inside of the entrance of the train. Ridiculous. Seeming to shake his head Prisoner straightened and the war spear turned back into a charm, which he deftly tied around his fancy bracelet with one hand after examining his train ticket.
He looked over his new clothes, feeling the fabric and seeming to regard it. Without a proper face it was hard to tell if Prisoner liked the change or not, but he seemed more or less fine with it. He shouldered his pack back up, looking over the ticket again. Must be time to check out the train.
The Train: 1E (sorry this one's shorter I just dunno who's bunked where)
It didn't take long to find the room - everything was well marked. He opened the door and assessed the bed situation. It'd seem to rub its nonexistant chin with its hand, acting like the fire was not so hot after all. It was clear he was looking to grab a top bunk, and the why should be relatively obvious: he didn't want to roast whoever slept above him if he had a bottom bunk. Probably the train wouldn't let that happen, but Prisoner didn't know that.
The Train: Misc
(Feel free to grab him anywhere in here. He's just kinda exploring. Consider this a wildcard. He will not enter the dressing carriage or go beyond it because of the spider webs, but he would linger a bit in the garden.)
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He stops in surprise to see a... fire person? It wasn't the strangest thing Romeo had ever seen, he'd once seen a person who was a banana. But it was up there.
Still there was no harm in being friendly. "Hello!"
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The Train: Rock Garden
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There was fog at first. Fog everywhere. Once the fog clears and disperse, the sun is bright, the sky is blue, and there it was, revealing a platform and the jet black train, docking at the station.
Lan Wangji may look odd, dressed in a uniform with his long hair flowing with the wind as he walks gracefully with a serious expression. He arrives on the platform with his sword, bichen, strapped at his hip, carrying a rucksack on his back, and tucked a hand behind his back.
He has never seen a train before. He came from a time where a vehicle is a wagon and carriages are horse driven. After which, once he found and located his husband on the same platform, with the doors hissed open, he boarded the train right after him.
II. On train / departure / garden
At the sound of the horn, announcing a departure, the doors slide shut, and the train moves in motion, leaving the platform behind and into the sky. With that overhead announcement, Lan Wangji was set to find his room and cabin to unpack his things and settle in.
Of course, without warning of looking out the window, the brightness of the endless void with its kaleidoscope colors, ever-shifting, and swirling. He stared too long, so he's wandering on the train with a headache, making his way to find a seat or to the rock garden.
III. On train / cabin 1-B
After his headaches subside and he recovered, it has taken some time to get used to settling in, considering the man spoke little and to socialize isn't his strong suit. He can be seen on the train, helping with chores regardless of team color. He's on team blue, so he helps with the laundry. When there are no chores, he'll be the garden or in the cabin, playing his guqin in the afternoons where the tune of the strings he strums can be heard by those who pass by while drinking tea or writing calligraphy in his notebook to journal his thoughts.
On the train, he is usually seen accompanying a man with the red ribbon, but there are times, he was seen doing chores on his own. As he works, there are times he's not wearing the uniform. It's a matter of preference when he's wearing his Lan sects snow-white robes with its long sleeves. His white headband tied around his head with its long tails flowing with his long black hair, which he tied up as a ponytail. Wearing his own traditions clothes reminds him of his home back in the sect's village that he left behind.
IV. Wildcard
[Feel free to make a starter of your own! Any questions or plotting, hmu here! If met on TDM, feel free to remember or start over, I'm good with both.]
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II. Just after departure, outside 1-B
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OTA
that was it. He was gone and Evie felt it like a punch to her chest. He can't have left on his own, that wasn't a decision he'd make without talking to her. So the very idea that something else was at work angered the princess. So much so that she had tears in her eyes and her hands balled up into fists.
She wanted to head back onto the train and punch the wall. Kick at it and scream until either the conductor answered her (which she doubted) or until she fell in a damaged heap on the ground (which she was aware was more likely.)
Instead, all she could do was sit roughly on a bench, trying to even out her breathing and calm herself down. There were new arrivals. She didn't think it was right to let strangers see her like this. But she couldn't focus on anything except the fact that her boyfriend was gone. Back to Auradon, leaving her here.
Every single one of her abandonment issues were rearing their head and all she could do about it was rest her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. No, she wasn't crying. She was breathing, trying to think. Trying to figure out what to do next.
This had her shaken, that much was obvious, but it wasn't like she was going to take it out on anyone. She just couldn't bring herself to approach anyone on her own just yet.
Re: OTA
"You're not alone." That was the best he could offer her, knowing full well it wasn't what she really wanted at the moment. Unfortunately he didn't have the power to bring back her pirate as much as he would like to.
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Tony Stark: Leader of the Train.. or something. OTA
It was nice being off the train for a while, and not to go to a planet on fire. The sunlight was pleasant, giving him some hope that this next batch of idiots were going to be less idiots than the last set of idiots.
He'd seen the group of four who had left the platform but like all the other times, any attempt to prevent them from leaving was useless. He gave Joss props for proving he was every bit as fast as he'd bragged he was, even if it turned out that speed wasn't the issue.
Ignis was at his side for the majority of the time, though they occasionally stepped away to deal with one problem or another- or simply greet a new teammate.
[ooc- Yes, using the same heading :P Also if you want him somewhere else on the train, just throw up a start and I'll go with it. If you want to thread with him and Ignis, just let me know too.]
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"Fuck this," he says, succinctly.
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Re: Tony Stark: Leader of the Train.. or something. OTA
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Just Noldor Drama - around the train (OTA)
What a bother... The last four days were difficult and nights long. He'd wake up in darkness and ringing silence after dreams of fire, of screams, and whips cracking. It would take him time to realize he's alive and on the train.
Soon there will be new people and all the connected commotion. With not a chance of sleeping the whole day, he manages to drag himself out of the bed and even make himself presentable. He would be more curious who the train kidnappers snatched this time if he wasn't so tired. He only went to check after he overheard the shouts. He didn't get a chance to know Harry or his girlfriend well. He doesn't have to. It is heartbreaking to see him get off the train and leave as Evie runs after him calling his name in vain.
It's then when he sees her.
A flash of red against orange of a Voidtrecker uniform. Sunshine on her hair. Like gold on copper.
No.
Impossible.
It can't be...
But it is her. His wife. Nerdanel. He'd recognize her everywhere.
She shouldn't be here.
She was home. She was safe. Away from danger. Away from ...
Him.
It's not even a conscious decision he makes but no one can stop him from going to shout and pound at the infamous wall until his fists turn bloody. So he does. Even if he knows it's futile.
"Send her back you spineless monsters!!! She did nothing. She shouldn't be here!"
That was his theory. They all did something terrible to be sent here. He knows he did. His sons did. They deserve this. Few are truly innocent here. But she is...
(ooc: feel free to nag him, but I do apologize in advance that I will not be responding immediately but after he gets to talk to his wife because that's when I'll know what state he's in)
hello what an interesting food smell
He's not here because of the angry or perhaps despairing yelling, he's here because of a scent he'd caught that tugged on his senses as surely as it might lure a shark at sea. It's bait to a predator, this distracted thrashing about leaving the smell of fresh blood in the air.
Dio should remain where he was, far from the predations of possible sunshine, but he just .. can't .. resist the need to follow that smell. It's not a human smell, it's not the scent of a beast's blood, nor the foul overtones of vampiric essence. Feanor is watched closely - there are plenty of beautiful humans (and Dio considered himself one of them), but there's something not human here. He's never seen an elf. Didn't understand the possibility of multiple worlds, multiple entire universes, and so this is a mystery to be unravelled.
And that scent was maddeningly interesting in its unrecognisability.
"I don't mean to interrupt," he drawls, unable to resist temptation entirely anymore. "But could you please stop tearing yourself up? I haven't eaten in a few days and you have the most fascinatingly unfamiliar smell to your blood."
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damn it Feanor don't be her. She's a terrible example!
"Stand back, it’s time for me to make a bad decision."
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Something is wrong.
Fingon knows that instantly from the way his unbound hair flows down his back, from the way his clothes hang too loose without armor and there is no sword in his hand. From the fact that he's too enfleshed for the Halls of Waiting (alarming enough in its own right, given the last thing he remembers), yet completely unsure of where he is.
It's probably paranoia which makes him wonder whether necromancy's involved, but in his defense the Enemy's chief lackey has a habit of such things- and there aren't a lot of other explanations he knows of as to why he still has an intact head. All right, he thinks, take a breath and look around- and enjoy the former while you can, just in case. Not that there's much to see, but for the- iron? black steel?- thing in front of him, and a name that makes no sense.
"Voidtrecker Express?" he asks, leaning in to get a closer look. "What in the world does that mean?"
Departure
He's up the moment the light fades, and even if he feels as shaky as a newborn colt Fingon would still rather be standing than in a seat. Yes, it's not a good habit for this environment, but it's his not-good habit. (Let him rail against reality in peace.)
It's while re-finding his balance that he first catches his first glimpse of voidspace- and unable to stay away, he wanders over to the window to get a better look.
It's lovely- even if the headache beginning to pound at his temples decidedly isn't.
Wildcard
Fingon will be wandering about the train for a while, so feel free to catch sight of him anywhere.
Arrival
And staring at someone he doesn't quite dare believe is here, by the somewhat lost look in grey eyes. He's heard and seen this cousin a few times through memory and hallucination, just as he had his brothers and other cousins.
Logically he knows now it's possible. But knowing and believing are two different things.
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Cabin 2:D When he makes his way there!
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What he didn't know was why he was here. And that...actually bothered him. For a moment he tried to concentrate in remembering why he was here, where the last mission had led him and 6, and if this was the next step in that mission. But as far as he could remember it wasn't. And they hadn't planned on using a train to travel next. In fact, he couldn't remember actually having left the island yet. They were preparing to... and then nothing.
Then here. Wherever here was.
That was actually disconcerting. And a bit frustrating. They had things to do, plans to prepare for, a mission to complete. He was finally doing something for himself, keeping an old pact. And now... this.
Well, he could deal with it the same way he dealt with everything: keep calm and find the nearest weapon. He slung the pack off his back and rifled through it carefully. A simple travel pack. Useful but it rose more questions about what was going on and why. He certainly hadn't packed it and now he wondered who had. Ah! There. His hand slid over the familiar grip and he closed his hand around it automatically. He pulled out the gun and slid it somewhere more comfortable and easy to grab should he need it. No reason to alert anyone to its presence, however, so he kept it stowed away for now. Nothing else in the pack caught his interest besides the additional ammo for the gun and he slung the pack back over his shoulder.
After that 47 simply...waited. He watched as the other passengers and newly arrived intermingled. He kept his eyes and ears open for vital information. He kept quiet and inconspicuous. Basically, he became just another face in the crowd. (It would have worked better, no doubt, if it were a busier train station with less specifically chosen individuals. Hey, habits were habits. And 47 liked to stay out of sight and out of mind.)
Departure
So when the second whistle blew he stood confident on platform, still unmoving. The urge to move was strong and he almost gave in. He could see where it led. But he was determined and if there was one thing the hitman had held onto in spades from his tumultuous youth it was his stubbornness to see things through. He needed to get back to 6 and finish what they had started.
If someone didn't insist he get on before he suffer the consequence of death--he probably heard mention of it but again, lack of fear of death for this one--he'd probably stand right there and, well, die.
The Train: After Departure
Now he had a train to explore and with which to familiarize himself. He was beginning to believe the information he was hearing about how they were all stuck here and a few things as to how it worked. Anyone else would find it disconcerting. 47 found it mildly annoying. And that was only because he had been in the middle of a long-since-coming mission. There wasn't much else he knew how to feel.
Anyway, he found himself wondering the carriages at a slow pace but steady pace. If he really was going to be here for a while he wanted to know as much about it as possible. The only place he lingered in for a little while was his assigned room 1A and even then it was simply to claim a bed, set his things on it, and memorize its simple layout. That didn't take long (unless he was detained by one of his roommates for a bit).
Eventually though he made his way throughout the entirety of the train carriages. Yes, even the nastier and less used ones. Including the spidery one.
Departure
"Hey! Hurry it up, baldie! Get on before the Void Monster eats you!" Reigen doubted that was actually a thing that existed, but if it got this weird man on the train, what did it matter?
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I'm sorry all he thinks about is how to kill things. >.>;;
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