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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2020-01-01 05:55 am

A New Platform [Intro Post January]

On the Train

After a very quiet latter half of the month of Catfish the calendar clicks over. Passengers wake up in their beds as usual to the passenger announcement. "Good morning passengers, it is day one of the month of domino.".

Those that have been on board a while know that new months usually come with new people and so the message a few hours later will not be a surprise. "Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void imminent." A lurch and a jolt and they are soon surrounded by the fog that means they are at a platform.

It will come as a relief that no one leaves this time, no one with packed bags to walk silently towards the barriers.

Added to that the platform itself holds more people then it ever has before. Twenty one figures, all the colours are represented. The ground is icy and their breath pools in white clouds around them.

For New Passengers

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 large and it holds twenty one figures all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. The air is cold, the ground icy beneath your feet. Both left and right the tracks disappear into the mist. Then there is a roaring sound and out of the fog arrives a train. Jet black with gold writing on the side. The Voidtrecker Express. There is a hiss as the doors slide open and out into the cold step a selection of people. Some are human, some are less so. They are wearing the same hoodie in one of the four colours, red, orange, blue and purple.

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 also it’s very cold out on the platform. The train is warmer.

Each ICP shows the same message and next to the screens there are stacks of leaflets written by those on the train, with further information. The store rooms have been restocked and it seems that water chestnuts are the month of Domino’s ingredient of choice! Any of orange team who who go to check the luggage cart will find a parcel containing gingerbread snowflakes, decorated with icing. One for each of the orange team, including new members, come share in the reward!

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!
luckybucky: (Sorry)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Nope," he agrees. Though it was more like Tony wasn't a fan of him. He'd started remembering what he'd done, just before arriving here. And he hadn't exactly been gentle.

He sighed heavily, glancing up at Renee, then pinning his gaze to the seat back in front of him. "You'd think people would appreciate the strength. It must be handy," he knows Steve's can be. "People are nice to you here?"
justbecawsican: (I will bury you once and for all)

[personal profile] justbecawsican 2020-01-02 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Definitely not either of their colors. He'd prefer black. Not that anyone even asked him what he wanted--because of course they didn't.

That sort-of-smile slides towards a smirky grin, arching a brow. "Hey, I wasn't the one who brought you here, ya know. I'm about as happy as you are to be here. Though meeting you? That's not bad." True enough, Bran wasn't about to be mad at a kid who had nothing to do with any of it.

"Too cold out here though, if you ask me. Want to at least go get out of the weather, such as it is?" He could always hope there was something to eat there. Or coffee. Something hot.
faithfulson: (This makes no sense)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-02 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Dreaming?"

Luke stared down at him in surprise, which was a very, very clear answer to all of Peter's questions: No, he didn't know. At all.

"Peter, what's going on?"
filmnotyetrated: (pic#13498028)

Departure

[personal profile] filmnotyetrated 2020-01-02 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Wade wheezed as something slammed into him. His arms pinwheeled, trying to keep them both from falling on their asses. Awake for five minutes and already being assaulted, what the fuck.

Grabbing whoever was all up in his business by the shoulders, he let out an impressed whistle. Beefy muscles and a metal arm, like a regular Colossus and a fleshy Colossus. Could it be?

He craned his head back to look at who fell on him and pouted through the mask in disappointment. "You're not Cable at all." He whined at this poor man.

"Not that I'm not a big fan of your work, and you're deffo deffo a real Winter Snacc, like the best gingerbread, baby. Names Wade, are you actually the Winter Soldier, or some other metal-armed Sebastian Stan?"

runs_on_batteries: (strolling black shirt)

Game Car

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2020-01-02 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
It had been such a very trying day, but he'd heard rumors (or directly from Renee) about his kid's condition. So duty called. Strolling into the game car, he spotted the young man. He'd already checked the kitchen and while he was there, he made some tea. He also grabbed a couple cookies that just happened to be nearby- no he did not go out of his way to do that, nope.

"You're sick. Here." He handed over the mug and a small bag. He put the back of his hand to Peter's forehead. "You're burning up kid."
luckybucky: (Sad and I hate you)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky blinked up at Wade. "Sorry?" No, no, he's not Cable. Or part Colossus. He doesn't even know who those are. He pulls himself away as quickly as he can. "Sorry. I wasn't expecting the jolt to be--" but then Wade calls him Winter Soldier and the color drains from his face.

"My name. Is Bucky," he says it firmly, like maybe it's a threat or something, as he stares Wade down. He doesn't know who this Wade guy is, but he knows he doesn't want people going around calling him Winter Soldier.
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Train

[personal profile] filmnotyetrated 2020-01-02 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"What's not what you expected? What were you expecting? It's kinda scary to hear someone like you say that, you know?" Wade rambled on to the stranger. "You're the Doctor right? Big fan of your show, liked the last one better, but you're definitely hotter than the next one." He continued.

"So, did you just get kidnapped too or are you in on all this inter dimensional heroism? This trains not a TARDIS is it? Oh my god, did I get kidnapped into the BBC?" Wade covered his face with both hands, anything but the BBC.
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[personal profile] queenvictoria 2020-01-02 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
You did," Peggy points out, finishing the thought. "We looked for you, but even Ste--Captain Rogers agreed that it was unlikely you'd survived the fall." And it had broken Steve's heart.

Steve. How cruel is it that Bucky had survived after all, but Steve is no longer around to see his best friend? She smiles sadly. "It's good to see you too."

It's only been a few months since they lost Bucky, but he looks so very much older. And it isn't just the beard and long hair.

"Was it Hydra?"
heavybreathing: (of getting very physical)

OKAY Open, have at it

[personal profile] heavybreathing 2020-01-02 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
In some ways, he is in control more, having encountered this idealised version of his son and heard the explanation for his arrival on this pathetic stretch of concrete. In other ways - and these are the vast majority - he has allowed his passions free rein, and they swirl about him as tangible as air currents, howling with the weight of the Dark.

For if this is reality, if this is his immediate future, he has been brought here by beings that have entirely the wrong idea of who they have summoned.
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Game Car

[personal profile] filmnotyetrated 2020-01-02 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Wade flings himself into a bean bag next to Peter, letting out a loud and dramatic sigh as his limbs starfished out.

"Been a minute, huh, Spide- ho damn you look like shit, kiddo. Should you be in a public space? You need help getting to your room?"
Edited 2020-01-02 01:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] amery 2020-01-02 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Amery also hesitated, looking Bucky up and down--and also taking in the fact he had at least a metal hand. His curiosity was piqued, but he refrained from asking any questions about it just yet--that might be rude.

Instead, he shook Bucky's hand, nodding. "Amery Vallet," he said. "It's a...pleasure to meet you." A bewildering pleasure, but still. It appeared they were going to be roommates, so they'd best try to get along.
luckybucky: (Sorry)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I did. Probably because of what Zola did, before Steve came for me the first time," he replies quietly. His smile is a little sad, as he ducks his head. "Hydra, yeah. And the Soviets. But you know," he glances up, flashing a warm smile. "Steve did end up finding me again, eventually. Took him seventy years, but he came for me. Like he always does." He knows that won't make much sense to her. If she's real, then whatever pulled them to this train grabbed them from different points in time. Maybe it's unkind to confuse her, but better that she know someone did find him than to live with all that guilt.

He takes a deep breath, holds it for a few seconds. "You know," he lifts his flesh hand, runs it over his hair as he sighs. "He's on the train with us. Steve. I guess falling couldn't kill either of us."
schrodingersghost: (fenton - that actually worked?)

On the Platform

[personal profile] schrodingersghost 2020-01-02 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Danny had come out to the platform figuring that he might as well help the new arrivals with any questions they had. No harm in that, right? And at least it was something to do.

He waves at the nearest guy with a grin and walks over.

"Hey, do you need any help with anything?"
runs_on_batteries: (welp)

Tony + Ignis: On Platform (Joint or separate, either is cool)

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2020-01-02 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't the first to get off the train this time like he usually was. This time he'd needed the extra time to get a second cup of coffee and a handful of extra packets to hand out before finding his usual spot near the entrance of the train. Was he stalling? A bit. Last time he'd walked off this train for a platform full of strangers a corpse with a flame for a head had been there and a walking, talking book. It had been a lot to take in, to say the least.

This platform wasn't much better. Was that Darth Vader over there? Uh, wow. Where were they going to fit all these damn people?

At his side was the blue team's leader, Ignis Scentia, though the younger man had to step away at times to go greet a new team member or something. The little smile the dusty blonde kept getting whenever he'd return though might be a tiny give-away.

[ooc: If you want Tony anywhere else, feel free to start something for later in the day. He'll be checking around the train often enough to make sure the new people are settled anyway.]
Edited (Changed my mind on the suit) 2020-01-02 01:37 (UTC)
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On the Platform

[personal profile] deductiongeek 2020-01-02 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
She is approached by a small child wearing a matching orange hoodie and carrying a skateboard tucked under one arm. Conan had decided to fill up the time until the platform had emptied enough to try out the board by helping out the new arrivals.

"Hello!" he calls out. "You just arrived here, right?"
Edited 2020-01-02 01:21 (UTC)
luckybucky: (Sorry)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, a pleasure," he agrees, but he forces on a smile for good measure. "You just got here, too?" he seemed fairly disoriented and honestly, Bucky couldn't blame him a bit.

He slid his bag off his shoulders, pulling it in front of him and finally unzipping the thing, getting a look at what was inside. Whatever he found, his shoulders slumped a little, and he zipped it back up. "Don't suppose there's a safe in here?"
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[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2020-01-02 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Peter might have finally admitted to himself that he was sick but he still wasn't ready admit how sick. He gives a sniffle and a cough. "No, I'm not." He denies, sounding oddly like a pouting kid. "My blood just runs warm." He coughs again and takes a sip of the tea, taking a second to savor how good it felt on his poor throat.

"Spider-Man doesn't get sick." He mummbles miserably into the tea cup.
hashtagparkerluck: (I... might be an idiot)

[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2020-01-02 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Peter glances up as Wade lays out on the nearby beanbag and then sneezes, trying to cover his mouth in time. Vampire sneeze. Gotta remember. Vampire sneeze.

"Gee, thanks. uh... sorry." He coughs out, covering his mouth this time. "I'm just uh... I seem to have uh... a thing." He points in the general area of his sinuses.
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Train (Let me know if this doesn't work)

[personal profile] deductiongeek 2020-01-02 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
True to Conan's usual sense of timing, he enters a carriage just in time to see Bucky trying to open a door to a sleeper cabin. He stands there and watches for a moment (he always took an interest in picking up details on new lockpicking techniques) before speaking up in a deliberately carrying voice.

"Did you lose your ticket?"
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I am so amused by that link, thank you for that :D

[personal profile] themasterthief 2020-01-02 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Garrett was startled by the sudden appearance of the large spider. Not so much the spider part--he knew several back in Ryslig, hell he'd been one, more or less, for a good portion of his stay there--but the very sudden appearance act. He wasn't used to people just teleporting into his personal space and shoving cookies into his hands. His tail raised off his back in his started state and his harvestman legs stretched towards the ceiling so that he could make a quick getaway if need be.

Thankfully, it wasn't necessary and Garrett's brain slowly caught up to the rest of the full sensory barrage assaulting him. The strangely spoken words registered and he looked down at the cookie now being held in his clawed hand. Then back up at her.

His tail lowered, sheepish that it had reacted so badly to her sudden appearance. "I just arrived here. I don't think this was meant for me," he told her in all honesty.

While he waited for the spider to take back the cookie he held out to her, Garrett took a moment to look her over. So this was 'Ede-san' as the Orange Team Leader had called her. At least he had only heard about one other arachnid based person on board the train so far. He assumed this was her. She...didn't quite resemble other arachne types that he was familiar with. She wasn't humanoid like him or had a 'drider' appearance like his former incarnation. Was she simply...an actual spider? A very large, sentient spider. But still a spider. Hmm.
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[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2020-01-02 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Apparently not. Good going Peter, he's always just so good at ratting himself out. He groans and covers his face again.

"Nothing." Cough. "Nothing just-uh... you know, Just don't wanna... uh.. have any nightmares. Is all." He coughs again, slipping into a coughing fit before he has to take a large gulp of air and release it.
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The Train

[personal profile] signseeker 2020-01-02 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
There is a light knock on the door before it opens to reveal a round-faced boy of around 13 years. He stares into the room for a moment, before smiling pleasantly and speaking.

"Oh hullo! You're one of the roommate, I suppose. My name is Will Stanton."
hashtagparkerluck: (Why they gotta use THAT pic?)

[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2020-01-02 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Peter watches with concern, ready to web him to safety if he has to. Though his focus is a bit spotty from the whatever it is he has. Not that he's saying he's sick because he's not. Just... overly tired. Probably.

"Uh... I don't-" Cough. "That looks dangerous. And this coming from a guy that likes to hang out upside down on tall buildings."
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[personal profile] azrthmtrnznthos 2020-01-02 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't have to hide the other arm, but since it clearly was something that bothered him--Raven wouldn't ask. His being a cyborg didn't bother her--not after years of working with Cyborg in the Teen Titans. Taking the hand hesitantly, at least her handshake was normal. "Raven. And I wish I had a good answer for you Mr. Bucky."
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Train

[personal profile] signseeker 2020-01-02 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"What were you expecting, if you don't mind my asking?"

The question came from a boy standing nearby with a pleasant look to his face. In appearance he was completely ordinary and unremarkable. Only, there was something oddly old about his eyes.