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- ~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.
/when in doubt use sarcasm
And rightfully so! Mainly because they were a stupid ass opinions. Of the sort he later, though admittedly a lot later, regretted expressing. Yet here they meet again and he’s doing the same thing again. Why did he said it like that? He doesn’t even have any clue what set him off. This is ridiculous. Last thing he wants is too argue with her right now.
“I’m sorry. That must have sounded hostile. That was not my intention.”
wrong response XD
"Even then I listened." She says severely. "I am your wife, and not your slave - I am entitled to disagree with you, Feanaro. Disagreeing does not mean I am not listening."
But he does apologise.
"It did." She agrees. "Apology accepted." This Time.
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No. No. No. This is wrong. This not what he wanted to say. This is not how he wanted it said.
And yet yes. That’s it. The problem. She didn’t go with him into the exile... and rightfully so. But it still hurt, it still felt like betrayal and it still managed to fit right into his distorted views, his madness...
“Or not. I wouldn’t have listened even if you did. I was already too far gone for that.”
How did it happen that it was easier for him to believe the lies of the Enemy - that he didn’t know it was him spreading all those falsehoods doesn’t change a thing - then words of his own wife? He didn’t the truth she told him so he chose to ignore it. Until it was too late. Even then he could go back but doing so would mean admitting he was wrong. Too proud and angry for that.
“I should have listened to you.”
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This is just like then. Her heart sinks. Was it really too much to hope that he had lea.....
Oh.
Oh.
He's never apologised before. Never admitted that.
"You probably should have." She acknowledges, gentling. "I will always regret that I did not know the words that might have swayed you. We were already fighting, by then. I could have been kinder."
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"I don't know if there were any that could that." Harsh words from a lover of language.
Kinder, maybe? But kind words wouldn't have worked either. He wouldn't have laughed them off and that would be even more cruel. He cut off anyone who disagreed with him. Even her. He wants to do better now. He needs to.
"I regret so much. I..." Where he can even start. "I don't know what power has brought me here. Or why." He looks back at her. "But I don't want to repeat any of that. I so much don't want to."
He wouldn't be surprised even if she didn't want to give him another chance. He knows he did nothing to deserve it. He just needs her to know that he changed, or at least he thinks he did.
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She considers him gravely and then closes the distance between them to reach for his hand.
"If you will try, husband, then I will meet you there."
wrap? seems like a good moment, not a full-fledged peace but a truce at least
"I will," he says.
He already started. Even before she was here. That new hand he made for Maitimo. It is as much a gift to his son as it is evidence for himself. An anchor for his belief that he's not deluding himself this time. That there remains a part of him that is uncorrupted.
I think so, yes!
Shyly, her fingers curl around his in return.
"I will look forwards to it, then." She says gravely, and then smiles at him. "Never let it be said that Feanaro could not learn."