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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!
rieper: (downcast.)

[personal profile] rieper 2020-01-03 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
47 was careful not to make any sudden movements but as the creature began to nibble at the food the hitman opened his hand a little so the not-rabbit could get at the leafy greens better. He had purposefully chosen the salad ingredients since the animal resembled a rabbit so much and he couldn't be certain how much fruits or vegetables the owner fed the little guy. He knew from experience that too much of either were bad for rabbits. So he wanted to play it safe with this one until he knew more about it.

So until he felt the desire to actually ask this was how he dealt with it. He waited a moment to see if the food would distract it before he lifted his other hand and reached out to pet it on the top of its head.
justbecawsican: (nerdy guy plus guitar)

[personal profile] justbecawsican 2020-01-03 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
He got to his feet--the train was stable enough, now--so he could give her a proper bow.

"Brandon Corbie, but please, call me Bran..." He paused a moment. "Mahtaniel-sama? Forgive me if my pronunciation's not the best, but I'll try harder if you help me practice!"

He shrugged a bit, then. "It is definitely unusual, but it's also...not easy to get to. For reasons. Because it's dangerous. Like I suspect being outside the train might be, at the moment."
luckybucky: (Sorry)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Look, just because his idea isn't good, doesn't mean you need to poke holes in it. He sighs heavily.

"Stark," he replies dryly.
faithfulson: (You gotta be kidding)

Platform

[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-03 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Luke looked a little harried as he maneuvered his way over to Eva, excusing himself as he wove around the sea of orange that was collecting around her. He gave her a sheepish look once he finally reached her, before shuffling close, reaching out to rest a gentle hand on her shoulder, as if that were enough to convey the urgency of the moment.

"Eva, can I speak with you?" he asked softly.
sensitiveapple: (dressed up)

Wade, you're so sweet.

[personal profile] sensitiveapple 2020-01-03 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Bother her? No. No one 'bothered' her. They just kidnapped her, ripped her away from her family, and were going to get Jocko killed. "No, yes, no." She answers his questions without looking up from her knees. Her face is starting to feel heavy and she wants to take her make up off. She's also starting to get hungry. Had she gone back to the house from the shopping trip - she's never going on one again - Freema would have had tarts for her. She wants those tarts.

She finally looks up at the masked man talking to her, looking a little worse for wear, but the makeup didn't smudge at all. "Are you here to tell me it'll be okay too?"
democratically: (reflects)

[personal profile] democratically 2020-01-03 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
There are those who have admired her, who thought her nothing more than a puppet queen, those who saw a petite girl who they assumed could be overruled. But to admire her hair? That brings a light twitch to her lips. "Thank you. It can be a little unruly at times."

A beast with its own mind, although she has gotten enough hairstyles down by herself that she doesn't always need her handmaidens to twist it in to elaborate styles. Although perhaps she understood as well. Sometimes things that look simplistic in nature actually have deep roots. "Please. Padmé is just fine. Are you here alone...?"

She looks a little young, but Padmé doesn't assume that to mean that she is helpless. Nothing of the sort. Padmé is proof of that.
luckybucky: (That was super cute)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
He can't help it, he smiles warmly when she wrinkles her nose, and chuckles at the question. "Where I come from, there's a superstition. If you rub a buttercup on your chin, and it turns your chin yellow, it means you like butter."

Now that he says it out loud, he realizes how dumb it sounds.
littlepaperbird: (Default)

[personal profile] littlepaperbird 2020-01-03 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Paper watched the big man walk up, looking him over. He was the wrong color to really be a goliath, and he wasn't. Well, Paper couldn't quite put his finger on what the big man was.

"This is a train?" He points to the train. "It looks like some Icarus invention!"
sensitiveapple: (beaten)

[personal profile] sensitiveapple 2020-01-03 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Void between realities?" She asks, completely confused. He's not the first one to say that to her, but she still doesn't understand it. "And I've never been in hyperspace. Except maybe back on the trader, but I don't remember it much." She admits. He's not asking what 'system' means, and he mentioned hyperspace.

"Are you... what system are you from?" She asks, in an almost whisper. He would be the second one who knows about her world. Her home.
democratically: (let me reach)

[personal profile] democratically 2020-01-03 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
There was a slight hint of concern on her own face, trying to fathom the reaction. It was not like she was getting anything menacing from him, but there was something there, something that Padmé did not comprehend at the moment. So formal, as well. What was a Senator without a planet to serve? Without a Republic to represent? She supposed that she would find out eventually, if she was to remain, and at the core, she was who she always had been.

But there was that gentle expression, a little touch of mirth as she could not help that. So very formal indeed. As queen, there had been pomp and circumstance, and mostly it had helped her, allowed her to slip in and out of the roles that she needed, but Padmé had many facets, and not all so rigid. She had learned to adapt. "I honestly hadn't expected to meet anyone that was familiar with me. Perhaps Coruscant or the like, as the galaxy is a large place, and that planet a central hub that most know, even if only by name. It's a pleasure to meet you as well-"

Although her voice trailed off, a small arch of an eyebrow, that soft prompting of a name, and a little motion, as he certainly didn't need to remain bowing.
faithfulsupport: (Fond gaze -r)

[personal profile] faithfulsupport 2020-01-03 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
The advisor smiled and nodded. "I can help you to find your way. And if you're on the orange team, Eva is your team leader. However, should you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask for help."

The hair and the eyes reminded him of Lady LunaFreya but he made no comment regarding it and shook his head. "It's no trouble at all. Right this way if you're ready." The advisor gestured and figured he would walk beside her in a gesture of being on her side and camaraderie. And as they walked side by side, he wondered for the hundredth time why young innocent children were being swept into this place yet nothing troubling showed on his face.
luckybucky: (Sorry)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky takes a look at the bunks, and shifts to move past Amery, leaning down to pull up the part of the bottom bunk that actually moves. There's storage there, but it's already filled with extra blankets.

"I guess it's just those," he gestures to the cubbies, that are just about the same size as the rucksacks they'd arrived with.
littlepaperbird: (Default)

[personal profile] littlepaperbird 2020-01-03 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
There was that feeling: the feeling of being looked at for just a minute too long. A figure in a cloak, huddled against the cold.

He approached her slowly. "I have a spell that can help you stay warmer, if you would like. You look cold."
democratically: (patience)

[personal profile] democratically 2020-01-03 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
She has never been one to understand droids, at least not those who didn't speak basic. Padmé can guess at some of the noises, especially from Artoo, knowing that that particular droid was quite spirited. It was one of the many reasons why Padmé adored the astromech.

"Mm. Then I suppose he must do his best to represent all droids." Naboo had always taken a different stance on droids, not just using them as machines. "I do wonder how- does he have his own ticket as well?"

Or was he a plus one?
queenvictoria: (grief)

The Train

[personal profile] queenvictoria 2020-01-03 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
“...Steve?”

Peggy feels like she’s drowning. She doesn’t know if she should burst into tears or laugh or kiss the ghost in front of her or slap him. So she hangs back, unwilling to touch him in case he dissolves into thin air.

“You’re...alive?”
stealsyourheart: (Default)

[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2020-01-03 03:50 am (UTC)(link)

"'s there anything I can do to help?" He frowns. "I feel bad, man - you're stuck but I'm clearly not. We've got magic healing people on this thing. Maybe they could do something?"

marriedanidiot: (Default)

[personal profile] marriedanidiot 2020-01-03 03:52 am (UTC)(link)

"You're welcome! I do try and warn people, if I can - it's hardly something one wants to find out from experience!"

She shakes her head. "Not so long as that - perhaps a month? As these people count time, in any case - I'm uncertain how well it matches up to home, of course! But they tell us it's been a month."

luckybucky: (A little happy)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky watches, lifting a brow as Conan struggles to reach the screen. He doesn't offer to help -- he figures the kid'll ask if he needs it, and he knows how easily such an offer can come off as an insult.

He pulls his ticket out, pressing it to the screen where Conan indicated. It's not his room, of course, so the ticket won't work, but it's a useful lesson just the same.
marriedanidiot: (Default)

[personal profile] marriedanidiot 2020-01-03 03:53 am (UTC)(link)

"Oh dear, just Nerdanel is fine." She smiles, delighted at the manners. "A star shines on the hour of our meeting, Bran. And yes, although I've been reliably informed that there is, quite literally, no way off the train while it's in this space - presumably for exactly that reason!"

faithfulsupport: (Head tilt -r)

[personal profile] faithfulsupport 2020-01-03 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
The advisor turned to look at Eva when she started speaking to Tony, but maybe she knew something that he didn't. She was right that the older man was safe and that they wouldn't allow him to be hurt. Tony and the Blue team's safety were Ignis' priorities and would stay that way.

He felt the squeeze back to his hand and couldn't understand what Eva was doing with the ball but he barely had time to figure it out because Tony was now very agitated. He had no idea what was going on nor did he care at the moment. All he wanted to do was get this man away from Eva so he could calm down. This was no way that the council leader should be talking to his subordinates, so Ignis just shook his head. "We'll speak later Eva."

Drawing Tony away from the crowds, he kept moving the older man away from everyone until they reached somewhere private or he was told to stop.
luckybucky: (Are you fukin crazy?)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
It's entirely too difficult to parse what this guy is saying, but Bucky manages to pick up on at least one important detail. "What do you mean, on his team?" he asks, absently swatting at Deadpool's hand when it plucks at his hoodie. He's not exactly a fan of being touched, okay.
democratically: (picnic confused)

[personal profile] democratically 2020-01-03 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I do wonder if it is as simple as that." As nothing about this has seemed simple at all. For someone who has traveled the stars, she knows that things can always be more complicated.

"You can still read it without needing to accept everything that is written." Padmé may be an optimist, may give the benefit of the doubt, but that doesn't mean that she will take everything at face value. It gives a starting point and she can work on seeing whether it proves to be true.

Her brow furrows a moment, before settling on the biggest one for herself. "I suppose the biggest question is why. Why any of this?"
themasterthief: (♠ uncertain.)

[personal profile] themasterthief 2020-01-03 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Garrett cocked his head to one side slightly. "I don't know. The only kind of magic I've seen is the stuff some of the monsters inherited with their transformations. And...Mana's magic. It wasn't always very reliable." His best friend had tried it once or twice. It always seemed to backfire in his opinion.
luckybucky: (A little happy)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"A Pippi?" he asks, looking down at his new friend and scritching under his chin gently. "I've never heard of it. Or a polka-mon," he does not, in fact, realize he's saying it wrong.

He offers her a warmer smile when she introduces herself, and nods his head in reply to the bow. It's the most he can do without disturbing Princess. "I'm Bucky," he replies. "Nice to meet you, too. This train is gonna be full of surprises, huh?" He's already had more than he'd like.
hashtagparkerluck: (452)

[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2020-01-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Peter just laughs through one of his coughs because, yeah she'd have to catch him first but also.

"Bold of you to assume I have any loose change." He's not a rich boy, it's a fact he's well aware thanks to Flash constantly reminding him at school. He nods in understanding about her thoughts about her brothers.

"I um.. my Uncle. He passed a couple of years ago but since time doesn't really... it's different here..." He's really hoping that someday he might find him on the platform again. "I never got to tell him... about uh... my powers."