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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!
hashtagparkerluck: (Whoa! Not cool!)

The Train

[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2020-01-03 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter didn't get to formally meet Captain America yet, the brief chat they had in Germany didn't really count because Captain America met Spider-Man, not Peter Parker so of course, today of all days, the day where he's been whining about how he shouldn't be able to get sick because Captain America doesn't get sick-just so happens to be the day he's practically dreamed about. ]

[ At this point in the day, Peter's about ready to admit that he might have what some might consider the beginnings of a minor cold. He coughs harshly, as he walks into kitchen in search of maybe some tea? People keep giving it to him and then freezes as he realizes Captain America has joined the train. ]

[ He stares for a moment, eyes wide in surprise before he's over taken by a bad sneeze and uh... he totally didn't cover his mouth in time. Shit. ]

[ Which, of course means he's gotta launch into a thousand word apology while hacking up a lung. ]


O-h my god! oh my god, I-I can't-I'm so sorry-that wasn't supposed to-Oh my god, I can't believe I just-shit.
themasterthief: (♠ shadowed by the past.)

[personal profile] themasterthief 2020-01-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"You would think," he replied with a harsh huff of air outwards. "But you're no longer a monster, unlike me, and I know sometimes people didn't retain former memories of being on the peninsula where this all happened. If they left and came back." Himself included the few times he was sent back home. In his world he wouldn't remember any of it. When he was brought back the second and third time he realized that was the case as his memories from before came back.

It was complicated. And irritating.

And now there was this.

"Forget it. It's better for you this way. I'm glad. You don't have to deal with this," he said with a gesture at himself, referring to the changes made to his body. If he sounded a little bitter and jealous then that couldn't be helped. There were some benefits to being an arachne but he never asked for it. And there were certainly some downsides. Very horrible ones.
justbecawsican: (oh shit I can smile?)

[personal profile] justbecawsican 2020-01-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Only this place?" he asked, laughing. "Honestly this wouldn't be the first place I encountered like that." America was pretty far up there in the illogical standings, after all.

And then, Bran snorted. "You could tell me. I mean, I don't freak out easily anyway. Prepare me for the worst, I can handle it!"

At least he thought he could...so he deserved what he got!
luckybucky: (Sorry)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
The blush amps up a little, but the smile's a real one now, and he shakes his head. "Nah, I mean..." he shrugs his shoulders. "I just don't like to hurt people," and he felt bad, even though it was an accident. "Maybe we should start over," he suggests, and offers his flesh hand. "I'm Bucky."
mtsilver_conquor: (casual)

Departure

[personal profile] mtsilver_conquor 2020-01-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Things Eva should know by now: Take a seat when it's time for lift-off.

Things Eva thought she could do: brace against a seat.

Yea. No. She's very much regretting that now as tumbles to the floor are never graceful, and she takes the offered hand sheepishly. "Thanks."
marriedanidiot: (Default)

[personal profile] marriedanidiot 2020-01-03 03:11 am (UTC)(link)

"Oh my. That certainly sounds unusual and very interesting. Nothing like that where I come from, I fear, but I can see why if it's not-quite-right, it might be disconcerting."

She bows a small dip of her head.

"I am Nerdanel Mahtaniel, of the House of Feanaro." Might as well accept that she's forgiven her husband enough to name herself of his house again. They're even conversing without yelling. Progress!

stealsyourheart: (Default)

[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2020-01-03 03:12 am (UTC)(link)

Those eyes narrow, the brain behind them obviously putting two and two together - it's not Conan's laser focus, but there's a reason the little detective likes him.

"You mean this isn't what you're supposed to look like. Man, that's rough. I'm sorry dude, I honestly don't remember being a goblin. S'far as I know, I'm human, and always have been."

sensitiveapple: (happy)

[personal profile] sensitiveapple 2020-01-03 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
'His own people'. Oh, he's one of those. She rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath. She's practiced for this. "Sir, while I appreciate the thought, I am not owned by anyone and cannot..." She stops, biting her painted bottom lip for a moment trying to remember her prepared speech. "Cannot possibly accept any offer. In order for that, you must speak to my Mistress. However, should you wish, we could discuss the possibility of you joining the auction in three years. The final approval will come from my Mistress of course."

There, that's all of it! She is very proud of herself for remembering it. She's only had to use it once before, on a drunk merchant trader, who just hadn't gotten the hint. She was removed from the situation and he'd been removed from the house, permanently.
luckybucky: (Are you fukin crazy?)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Uh. What? Bucky blinks, looking over at the girl and lifting a single eyebrow. "The Overlord," he repeats, deadpan. "Overlord of what, exactly?" Because if it was overlord of this train, Bucky had some choice words for this Overlord person.
shockinglycaffeinated: (You say that I'm kinda difficult)

Exploring - Kitchen

[personal profile] shockinglycaffeinated 2020-01-03 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Telli walked into the kitchen to prepare a cup of caf...coffee... whatever it was called here without checking for anyone else and couldn't feel the Force presence in front of her over the crackling storm of her own. Occasional sparks of lightning flickered through the air around her and she was focusing on keeping her powers from lashing out. It had been years since she'd felt this out of control and she hated it.

When she entered the room she moved directly towards the coffee pot and started the familiar task of brewing a pot, but not before setting her cane aside. The motions calmed her somewhat, the sparks coming less frequently, but the air still began to smell of ozone as she moved around the room.
faithfulson: (Grieving...)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-03 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Luke stood where he was, not even phased when the clothing got set on fire. He didn't exactly blame his father -- he seriously looked ridiculous in a hoodie -- but that didn't keep him from giving him a look that screamed, "Really, dad? Really?"

He paused a moment at his question, glancing away and allowing a bit of his own hurt and confusion to make it's way to his face. This was his father... but things where wrong, and he wasn't sure if he had the right to still be happy about him being here or not. Maybe he shouldn't dwell on it now; he still had other duties to attend to, and... probably damage control, considering he had been playing the part of the "hero" Luke that the others seemed to think him to be.

This was a mess.

Luke finally turned his gaze back to his father, loosening his stance a little.

"I... need to attend to my duties, as part of purple team on this train," he explained. "When everyone is settled, I will be happy to answer whatever questions you have. By your leave, my lord."

He bowed politely, though he didn't move to leave until he was dismissed. Part of him thought to ask for his lightsaber back, but... probably best not to ask until after Vader had actually calmed down.
themasterthief: (♠ aloof by choice.)

[personal profile] themasterthief 2020-01-03 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Garrett nodded as the connection was made and Kaito said it aloud. "We all were. All the non-residents of that world. We were kidnapped by the Fog God and turned into monsters. Arachnes, demons, goblins. A dozen other types. None of us started off like this."

None of them asked to be turned into monsters and forced to feed on human flesh. How he was going to deal with that problem come the time was for another day. He had time. He could last a month without a hunt. Then things became...dicey.

"Like I said, it's better this way. You get to be you. Nothing more, nothing less."
democratically: (remember)

[personal profile] democratically 2020-01-03 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, so plenty of other trains. And other places, perhaps, as well?" As if musing over that fact as her mild expression settles on him. Padmé has met all sorts, although she is naturally a more reserved person. It's not often that she is afforded the chance to let her hair down, so to speak, although she has always enjoyed good banter. There is no denying that.

"Mm. And dare I ask how many you have also said that to? Or has the count been lost?" She's not vain enough to belief his words for their entirety.
runs_on_batteries: (Default)

Re: Steve Rogers | OTA

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2020-01-03 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ As Steve is walking through the first sleeper cabin, Tony storms through the opposite side door mid-yanking his red polo shirt off. He already had his hoodie in one hand. He had a glare on his face that might kill lesser beings. However the instant he sees who is in the hall with him, Tony freezes and stares.

He'd seen the man briefly, though part of him hadn't been brave enough to believe it was true. Captain America was here, on this train, with him. It was a lot to take in. He felt vulnerable all of a sudden and it had nothing to do with the fact he was half naked.

Whether it was noticed by the other man or not, the scar that had been left behind from the arc reactor in the center of his chest was gone.

He was shockingly speechless.]
sensitiveapple: (innocent)

[personal profile] sensitiveapple 2020-01-03 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Dimensions?" She asks. "What does that mean?" Because she's never heard of "different dimensions". That makes no sense. There is the galaxy and Wild Space....

"This isn't Wild Space, is it?" Because that thought is suitably horrifying. There are things in Wild Space. Crazy things! She can't be in Wild Space! Okay, she's not going to panic. Not really. She's just going to stare at the boy.

"System. Planetary system?" Surely he understands that!
luckybucky: (So confused and innocent)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky takes the time that Peter is busy rambling to press his wrist to Peter's head with a sigh. He's figured out by now that asking kids about their parents is useless, and since this one clearly needs looking after, he's just going to have to do it himself. He puts both hands on Peter's shoulders, intending to turn him around and start herding him down the carriage.

"Nope, no bells. But if you behave yourself and go to the kitchen with me, I'll give you something that'll make you stop coughing for a little while," he suggests, hoping that's enough to coax Peter into going where he's told. The kid sounds miserable, so maybe it'll work. "What's your name, kid?"
faithfulson: (Something familiar...)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-03 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Luke smiled faintly at the droid again, before peering back up at Cal.

"Yes," he replied softly. "Anakin Skywalker. He's my father."

What was that about ruining it...?
sensitiveapple: (innocent)

[personal profile] sensitiveapple 2020-01-03 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"So, it goes through hyperspace?" She's not quite sure she's following along with what the girl is saying. The problem with not having very good Basic.

But, she's trying to understand, and she hasn't threatened the girl with her knife. No reason to. Yet.
democratically: (side gaze)

[personal profile] democratically 2020-01-03 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Padmé does lean a little further back from the window, not wanting to partake in that particular 'pleasure'. "Thank you."

No stranger to space travel, this does seem to be quite different. "You've been here for some time then?"
justbecawsican: (dorkier days)

[personal profile] justbecawsican 2020-01-03 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, Clefairy?" He'd gotten used to the Americanized version of the names--especially since some of his friends were...well. Andrew Knight wasn't a complete dork, but he did like his video games. About as much as he liked his guns, anyway. Besides, Bran thought brushing up on that sort of thing was good practice for being 'Uncle Bran', so that was okay.

He shook his head a bit at that, ruefully. "Okay, that's cool. I'll be sure to say hello, at least. Politely. How do you say hello to a pippi, anyway?" But he laughed. Bran figured he'd do all right, so long as he was gentle.
badassfreakingoverlord: (aww yeah i'm one studly book)

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-01-03 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Overlord," said the voice of Crispin Freeman a voice from further inside, "is the title worn by the ruler of a Netherworld. And before you protest, just because I'm not IN my Netherworld doesn't mean I'm not still an Overlord. Heard THAT one before."
badassfreakingoverlord: (do not read the overlord)

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-01-03 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I'm from the Netherworld. MY Netherworld. Chances are it isn't the same one as belongs to your universe, for that matter. Think of it as another dimension."

Zetta had somewhat more patience for kids, for whatever reason.
faithfulson: (Oh bite me)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-03 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Luke paused at that, peering over at Tony curiously. How weird would it be to watch the movie everyone from a world like Tony's knew him from? Probably very, very weird; he suspected he would be spending most of his time pointing out things they got wrong. But at the same time, if it helped him understand this version of his father...

"Yes, I want to see," Luke confirmed. "It may be important, when it comes to handling my father."

His gaze flicked over to Ignis then.

"Please let me know if you need help with him as well, sir," he added. "My father can be... unpleasant at times."

Understatement of the century, and he didn't even know how true that was of this Vader yet.
luckybucky: (Sorry)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
He nods in agreement. "Yeah, hoping I can get off at the next stop," before he gets himself in too much trouble.

His gaze returns to the paper, shaking his head. "I've seen them stacked up near the computer screens, but I haven't bothered yet. I'm not sure I trust the source," partly because he doesn't know who the source is, partly because he suspects he does. "What kind of questions did it give you?"
filmnotyetrated: (pic#13498035)

Departure

[personal profile] filmnotyetrated 2020-01-03 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a weird sense of deja vu, Wade reaches out to grab whoever just knocked into him. He gives a quick squeeze to the arms he's holding, beefy but both definitely flesh. ]

[ Never mind the social fault in squeezing a strangers biceps. He looks up to see who he has ahold of and his jaw drops. ]

[ Holy shit it's Captain America. ]


Holy shit you're Captain America. You're like my second favorite Chr-

[ He pauses, squinting one eye. ]

Uh, nevermind.