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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!
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o/

[personal profile] deductiongeek 2020-01-02 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Conan makes an inquisitive noise.

"And are they secure?" His own lockpicking skill hadn't been enough to get through one, but there was always the possibility of someone knowing other and better techniques.
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[personal profile] azrthmtrnznthos 2020-01-02 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
The question brought an amused snort. "I take it you didn't notice everyone else on the platform and train then." Was she here alone... She was on the older end of teenager-dom, and she was used to having to function with relative autonomy and independence. That, and Raven so far remained alone from her 'world'--and she preferred that.

"Have you done any exploring on the train so far, Bucky? One of the welcome pamphlets, or looked at the ICP?"
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[personal profile] filmnotyetrated 2020-01-02 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey no need to get all riled up, Bucks, I got the message loud and clear. Breakin' free from The Man and all that, I can respect that. I'm not much for being controlled either, you know? But hey, at least you get the cool metal arm and not the tiny blue booty shorts. Not that you wouldn't look good in them. You work out?" Wade grins, either totally oblivious to Bucky's ire, or he just has no sense of self preservation. For a horrifying moment, it seems like he's going to throw an arm over Bucky's shoulder, but seems to restrain himself.

"So what's a nice popcicle like you doin' on a train like this? Wakanda not working out for you?" Wade laughs at his own dumb not-even-a-joke. "Oh shit, have you been there yet? Whoops. Anyway,I know you didn't have a choice, train just kidnaps whoever from whenever. Real wild ride." He barely pauses for breath. "Not much of a talker are you?"
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[personal profile] filmnotyetrated 2020-01-02 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, no shit Spidey. You have alot of uh.... thing," Wade waves a hand around his own face in mimicry of Peter. "Going on. You eaten anything? Drinking water, doing drugs?" Why is this kid even up? He should be buried under blankets. Where was his not-dad? Shouldn't he be feeding his spider kid soup or something?
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cw: Mentions of Skip Westcott up coming.

[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2020-01-02 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Peter manages to hold in another cough as he glances over at Luke. He's trying to think of what that could be but then again there were probably a few things. Peter doesn't know everything about Luke Skywalker's life, after all.

In the end though he just shakes his head and finally lets out the cough he'd held in. "I don't think so. I mean-I'm not trying to say that your thing isn't bad-cause I'm sure it is. It's just I just uh..." He swallows, sniffle and looks up at the ceiling, already feeling his eyes burn a little. "It's a thing that I just... I can't. really talk about."
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2020-01-02 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately since Tony had been slow leaving the train, he'd missed the scene to a degree. He'd still walked out and spied Luke speaking to none other than Darth-Freaking-Vader, though. If his very next actions hadn't been to also spy Steve Rogers in the crowd, he might have gone over to stand by the kid as support.

As he saw the young man's face now, he knew he'd been wrong to not have done that. He wasn't making that mistake twice. His mug and papers are abruptly handed off/ shoved at to Ignis (sorry) so he can reach out and catch Luke. "Hey," he said, drawing the kid's focus and his body closer to him. It wasn't quite an embrace, but it was protective and easily moved into a hug. "You okay? What's wrong?"
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[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-02 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Peter was saying one thing, but there was pain there, pain that Luke could sense clearly, and it wasn't pain that felt like it belonged in someone like Peter. After a moment, he reached out for him, gently resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Letting it haunt you is only going to tear you apart, Peter," he said softly. "It already is."
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't be so sure about that," he replies, giving his head a shake. "You never know what someone is capable of if you back them into a corner." Or just give them the right tools and opportunity.

Never mind that he'd tried to murder at least two people on this train, and one of them more than once. "Sorry I assumed... I've never met someone else with a metal limb before," at least not one that worked the way Luke's did.
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"They seem to be," he agrees with a nod. "Do I need my ticket to open the one my name's on?" He hadn't yet taken the time to read the screens that would helpfully explain things to him, but he has good reason to distrust computers.
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[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-02 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Luke's mouth worked for a moment, glancing over at Ignis, before glancing back over his shoulder to where he could sense his father stewing in his annoyance, but at least he wasn't outright murderous. He swallowed hard, pulling his emotions close to himself, though he had a feeling he didn't need to go through that much effort; their connection wasn't even the same, and...

...it hurt.

"My father's here," he finally said, shrugging slightly to hide how much his heart was aching. "But... he's not my father."
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Train

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2020-01-02 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
They were out of coffee in the kitchen, so with a resigned sigh, he went into the pantry for a new bag. Strolling into the room, he didn't think much of the fact there was someone else in the room- of course there was, there were people everywhere- until he rounded the corner to the particular set of pantry shelves he wanted and...

He let out an annoyed huff as he stood face to face with Bucky, one of his least favorite people in the multiverse. He didn't know what to say for a moment before just nodding to the shelf. "Hand me that bag, would you? Shouldn't you be up Rogers butt somewhere instead of hiding in the pantry like a rat."
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[personal profile] deductiongeek 2020-01-02 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"That's right. The sleeping cars are locked so that only the tickets of the people who sleep there can open them."

Which had presented a major problem for him, because every ticket had the passenger's legal name. And his legal name, his true birth legal name, was not a safe name to advertise. Even with the low chance of another person from his own world showing up here, just the chance of it was enough to fuel his nightmares here.
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[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2020-01-02 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
It's a lot harder to control his breathing with a cough, but he tries regardless, swallowing the forming lump in his throat and blinking back tears he doesn't want on his face. He can't help the way he tenses and even winces at the hand on his shoulder. He usually has much better control over it but when he is fresh on his mind it gets a lot harder.

"I don't want it to, but I can't talk about it. I can't. It happened years ago so you'd think It'd get easier but it just-" He pauses a moment to cough and wipe his nose. "It feels like the older I get the more confused and angry I get."
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I meant... you look young enough, maybe you're with a parent or something," he replies, a little bit awkward on the delivery. He's not trying to be rude.

But he does nod in answer to her question. "I've walked around a little, found where I'm supposed to sleep. What's an ICP?"
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[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-02 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Luke's expression hardened at that, a darkness stirring behind his blue eyes.

"I assure you, anyone on this train with the thought of harming someone just because they can would be dealt with. Quickly."

The temperature seemed to drop slightly at that, but it quickly returned to normal, almost like it had been caused by a fluctuation in the train's heating system, and not at all by Luke losing control of his anger for a brief moment. He let out a breath, shaking his head.

"In my galaxy, it's a little more common," he assured Bucky, pausing to roll up his sleeve so he could see where it connected to what remains of his real arm. "Especially among members of the military. My father has multiple prosthesis as well; this one is modeled after one of his."
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Peggy Carter | OTA

[personal profile] queenvictoria 2020-01-02 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Platform - OTA

From one train platform to another. Agent Peggy Carter hadbeen standing in the middle of King's Cross Station with all of her luggage, ready to make the move to New York City and transition the SSR into a peacetime role. That's what she remembers. She had just shouldered her duffle bag to board the train that would take her to the airfield, and then--nothing.

The first thing she notices is the cold. It had been a warm late September day, but suddenly it's freezing cold, too cold for the strange, oddly thin orange garments she now finds herself wearing. Her breath comes out in puffs, and there are icy patches on the ground of this new place. Has she been captured? How, and by whom? She reaches for any of the weapons she normally carries on her person, without luck. She's been stripped of anything useful. Even the makeup kit in the rucksack she seems to have been provided with lacks the special lipsticks Howard Stark had formulated for her.

Up ahead, in the smoke, is a steam engine. There are shapes there also: other people. Have they also been kidnapped, or are they her new captors? Time to find out.

Feigning innocence, she approaches someone at random. "I beg your pardon, but I think I'm lost. Would you be able to help me?"

Departure - OTA

Peggy hadn't exactly been expecting to be flung against her seat when the train finally enters "the Void," whatever the hell that is. It feels less like a train and more like a plane under heavy fire. "Shit!" she swears, her simple secretary cover falling just for a moment. But, she reasons, even a simple secretary would swear at the beautiful new bruise she can feel forming on her shoulder. That had been a very violent jolt.

Wild Card

[Peggy will be wandering the train. Find her inspecting the kitchen, stumbling across the library, and becoming very concerned at all the spider webs she's finding near the dressing carriage.]
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, putting an arm around him would not have been a wise use of Wade's regenerative abilities. He honestly spends most of this time just staring Wade down, because how was he even supposed to get a word in edgewise?

"When was I supposed to talk?" he shoots back. "And no, I've never been to Wakanda. What do you know about this train?" Maybe he'd say something useful between all the rambling if Bucky just glowered at him enough.

He really didn't want to know what the blue booty shorts comment was about, because the only thing it made him think of were Steve's stage tights.
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[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-02 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Ah... past trauma then. That... explained a lot. Luke gave his shoulder a squeeze, before lifting his hand, moving like he was going to press it against the side of Peter's head, but he paused, leaving it hovering inches away.

"May I?" he asked softly. Peter needed some help calming down, and using the Force to help was the only way he knew how in this situation.
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky was hiding, Tony was right about that much. So when he found himself face to face with one of the people he was trying to avoid, he froze, like a deer in headlights.

He looked at the coffee, grabbing the bag and holding it out to Tony with his flesh hand. "I don't wanna hurt him," he replied quietly. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry."
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Tony - on the train

[personal profile] queenvictoria 2020-01-02 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Peggy has been wandering the train for what feels like hours when she sees a familiar figure up ahead, crouched over some paperwork with his back to her. Because of course Howard Stark would be part of this mess. He can't resist.

"Howard?"
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[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2020-01-02 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
He takes in a breath to try and calm himself down. This shouldn't be affecting him like this still, and he wonders if May knows how often he sneaks out of the cabin because he can't sleep. It's not his fault, he knows she doesn't blame him but he still feels guilty.

"I..." He eyes the hand suspiciously. "Y-you're not gonna like... make me relive it are you?" That's not how the Force works, is it? But that's gonna be a no because that is something people would like to lock up in the deepest darkest recesses of his mind and never thing about again. Except it seemed to find ways of sneaking out.
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-02 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky pulled out his ticket from where he'd stuffed it into his pocket, giving it a once over. "Don't suppose you'd be willing to show a senior citizen how they work?" he asks, flashing an apologetic smile.
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[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-02 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I'd never do that to you," Luke assured him softly. Yes, he could, but he wasn't evil like that. "The only person who can make you relive your trauma is you."

He paused a moment, smiling faintly as his mind helpfully reminded him of how he had reacted when he had arrived at the Executor after an ion wave hit it, shorting out the fighters and life support systems of numerous TIEs and construction ships. He swallowed hard, forcing the memory down with a mental fist, forcing it back in the box of Things Not To Think About.

"I just want to help you calm down, before you hurt yourself by accident," he continued, reaching his other hand -- his flesh hand -- out for Peter to take and squeeze if he needed to.
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train

[personal profile] dredefulchilde 2020-01-02 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
A child's voice responds:

"And what were you expecting?"

The owner of voice is standing behind the Doctor. The boy is small, no bigger than a child of seven or eight years, an alarmingly pale pipsqueak in an oversized purple sweatshirt. He looks up at the tall, skinny man, eyebrow raised.

"What is that thing?"
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2020-01-02 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
He accepted the bag and nodded toward the way back to the kitchen. He takes a step in that direction before he looked back at Bucky with a confused frown. Oh wait, 1940 idiots. Right.

The apology wasn't something he had been ready for and now that it was there, hanging in between them like a massive fart in church, he had to acknowledge it somehow. "Yeah, we're not talking about that." Okay so maybe he didn't. "Let me make something very clear. This is my train. I'd rather sit naked on a fire ant hill than you being one of my passengers, but they don't exactly give me a say in that. So we're going to deal with this like men. Got it? Now come and tell me the last thing you remember and get a cup of coffee before I change my mind and repurpose you into a blender."