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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!
littlepaperbird: (Default)

[personal profile] littlepaperbird 2020-01-03 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
A sort of muffled laugh came from Paper, clearly not a noise he personally made but something he was mimicking. "We are a race of bird-like people cursed not to fly." He smiled and looked back up to her. "Legend is we served the Wind Dukes of the Elemental Plane of Air and our early ancestors conspired to steal a treasure from them, and so they cast us to the Material Plane and took our ability to fly." He shrugged. "Many kenku mages try to find a way to fly again. I just like exploring ruined cities."

It may be the case that she was considered plain for an elf, but Paper always found elves to be quite beautiful - even the strange eladrin and their whimsical appearance. "I hope you do not think yourself plain for I have never once met a plain elf in my life. From the royal line of Lorelai to the elves living in Daxio to even you: all have been more beautiful than the last." He looked down and sort of tugged on his shirt to avoid her gaze a bit - he thought very highly of elves and sometimes caught himself being maybe a little bit too much, but he looked back up to her before too long, though.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nerdanel Mahtaniel, of the House of Feranaro. My name is," and the sound of rustling paper was emitted from him. "Many simply call me Paper." It was quite the humble name, bearing no house and certainly not as beautiful as the names given in elvish.
knifewithnoname: (quiet fear)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-01-03 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
She wanted to step back as he crouched down, becoming smaller but also getting closer, she could almost look straight on at his mask when he was knelt down like this. But she defiantly held her ground, not allowing her feet to move backwards.

He spoke and her eyes widened ever so slightly even as she nodded, "They do no be knowing nothing, they can only be seeing their way." She whispered. They spoke of light, or of good like that was the only path. She had always known she would eventually have to live out in the world amongst those who would harm her if they knew her truth, but here she had known no one who followed her god, or any kind of darkness.

Maybe they were here, hidden and threatened as well. It was dangerous. But without her saying a word this metal man had plucked the truth out of her head. That was terrifying. But meeting someone like minded was so much of a relief it almost balanced out.
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[personal profile] heavybreathing 2020-01-03 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your advice has been noted," he rumbles. "Perhaps you will provide instruction to these younglings on basic mental fortification, in future."

It is not, after all, as though he can cut himself off from the Force. Her request is impossible, and thus he disregards it.
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[personal profile] pleple 2020-01-03 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That's the choice she's made - picking a 'real' name feels like a boat she missed, even if she could think of one.

"Any further questions?" she asked, ready to move on from this.
onehandsomeslickninja: (what?!)

Departure

[personal profile] onehandsomeslickninja 2020-01-03 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Edge, used to this sort of nonsense by now, kept himself upright with one hand on the wall as he passed -- and then he noticed the guy looking out into the void, and held up. "Hey, don't look out there! You'll probably go crazy or something."
badassfreakingoverlord: (animated laughter)

The Train

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-01-03 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[The garden car, interestingly enough, is guarded? By a girl with green hair, a vapid smile, and a giant belt in place of a shirt. But she makes no hostile motions or even any effort to intercept the man as he walks in, merely waving and saying:]

Welcome to the domain of the Overlord!
thebiggestguy: (pic#13249164)

Departure

[personal profile] thebiggestguy 2020-01-03 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The sudden jolt just made Dread take a step forward, the long coat Kumoko had made for him sweeping out and then back as the inertia diminished.

"You do, around here. Don't look into it too long."
badassfreakingoverlord: (looking at you)

II

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-01-03 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Fool! Zetta was always posturing! It came as naturally as breathing! Actually, significantly more naturally now that he was a book!

The garden car was, in fact, guarded -- but the guard wasn't stopping anyone, merely welcoming people to the 'domain of the Overlord'. And said domain was claimed by the book, atop a pile of rocks which was all he had in the way of a throne.

"I need a proper throne," Zetta mused, just as 47 came in. "Hey! Help me rip out a seat from the dining car and bring it down here."
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[personal profile] flatteries 2020-01-03 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Inigo lets out a breath.

It seems like the sass is at least gone for a moment, which slowly makes the extra colour eb back out of Inigo's face - which in turn makes him calm down a little again. ]


Things tend to be quite different between this place and the places we come from. I haven't heard of anything called 'chakra' where I'm from, but people would be able to do something similar using water magic. [ So he's assuming chakra is probably just what people call magic where Naruto comes from..? ] I suppose this train has assumed it should be ready for any mix of people, including having only people aboard the train who don't know how to summon water themselves in any way.
onehandsomeslickninja: (eh heh)

New!

[personal profile] onehandsomeslickninja 2020-01-03 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Edge always made his way out of the train for these passenger-intakes. Quietly, secretly, he was looking for someone, anyone, he might know. But he wasn't about to admit that out loud, not when he had the cool and awesome image to maintain, so he made a point of noticing cute girls instead.

And there was one -- who was looking particularly miserable, which couldn't stand. Edge headed that way, lifting one hand in greeting. "Welcome to the involuntary ride on the void train, I'm afraid."
onehandsomeslickninja: (i got this)

Departure

[personal profile] onehandsomeslickninja 2020-01-03 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The warning has Edge stopped in his tracks, bracing himself against the sudden motion that inevitably came with the announcement. A hand on the wall was enough to keep him upright, which he quietly prided himself on for a moment before the out-loud musings from another passenger caught his attention.

He thought for a moment, then opened up with, "Well, if the purpose was to find the prettiest girl in all the worlds, I guess with you here we'll find out what happens when the mission is complete!"

Pretty proud of that one, he added a bit more seriously, "But ostensibly, the purpose is to take heroes from world to world where they're needed."
badassfreakingoverlord: (prinny dood)

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-01-03 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Excuse me, dood."

Utterly unintimidated by the hugeass cyborg, a patchwork penguin with a pair of peglegs sticks up one flipper from waaaaay down below, trying to get the big guy's attention.

"Down here!"
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2020-01-03 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony didn't have a chance to retaliate further or relish in how good it felt to finally slug that face. He'd longed to do it for a very, very long time. Of course, feeling the metal around his hand being squeezed infuriated him. The strike to his ribs was barely noted as his armor absorbed it.

Suddenly he was being shoved back- no yanked. It started off as Bucky pushing him but abruptly there was a much larger body throwing him back a foot or two. The momentum had him grabbing at the counter and accidentally smashing the milk steamer he'd made for lattes. The pieces go flying, but are easily ignored by both the older man and the American soldier.

Tony didn't speak as he glared at Bucky, metal hands clenched in fists.
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[personal profile] tinkerheart 2020-01-03 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Padmé, I shall remember."

Fëanor is not a fan of the ceremony himself. He'll do all the appropriate motions that his position and lineage require of him but he's entirely keen on dropping them at the first moment possible. A colossal waste of time and energy is what he thinks about it. Some people called him rude for that.

The question does catch him a little off guard though. How long? Time is difficult to measure here.

"Over two months according to the train's calendar. We have no other means of measurement other than that but I know people had tried to keep track on their own."
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky's face was red where Tony's gauntlet had connected, and his face was drawn in a scowl as Steve pushed his way between them. If it weren't for that, he would've followed Tony into the hall, but as it was... he stayed in the kitchen, his hands curled into loose fists, and stares Tony down.

Since Tony doesn't answer Steve's question, Bucky does. "You forget what a fight looks like?" Okay, so it wasn't exactly an answer. "Your friend still has something to prove." He doesn't mean to be that harsh, but once it's out there he doesn't try to take it back.

He was, maybe, hoping Tony would try taking another swing.
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[personal profile] democratically 2020-01-03 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She had no where to go at the moment, and didn't mind waiting, seeing if there was anything else. Padmé was surprisingly quiet, a calm aura that simply waited until it was clear that the other being had stopped. "No. It intrigued me. Sorry. I did not want to interrupt. What you were doing- what is that?"

He, if she were to judge by the tone of voice, didn't look like a Jedi, and yet the rock had floated all the same. Padmé could remember quite easily how Anakin had done so with fruit over supper. Is the bird creature a Force user?
luckybucky: (A little happy)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"With all the privacy in the world," Bucky agrees. "And a really excessive amount of storage," he gestures to the small cubby, that barely fit all of his things. His bag is still out on the foot of his bed, and not quite empty.

"I guess we're stuck with these uniforms for a while, that's almost all I had in the bag I arrived with," which was definitely not the last backpack he remembered having.
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2020-01-03 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't speak to him like that you son of a bitch!" Tony snapped. It would've stayed simply yelling, but then Bucky went and poked the bear again. The armored man lunged, trying to get around the larger man to get another punch on Bucky. He was going to strangle that bastard just like he had his parents! Sure, they'd put their differences aside briefly for the war, but that wasn't here and this version of Bucky was an idiot.

"I don't need to prove anything to you!"
Edited 2020-01-03 23:49 (UTC)
luckybucky: (Are you fukin crazy?)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. What the actual fuck? Bucky pauses, turning slowly and taking in the whole thing, before he finally turns his full attention to... yep. A talking book. "What the hell?" he asks, his voice far more calm than is probably reasonable.

He approaches the 'throne' and examines it, looking for a way to scale the structure and get a closer look at this talking book thing. Surely it's a robot or a hallucination or something that at least makes some semblance of sense.
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[personal profile] signseeker 2020-01-03 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
On the platform. There are others here who just arrived here as well, I think.

He can't keep a tinge of worry out of his mind.
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[personal profile] sensitiveapple 2020-01-03 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Twi'lek. finally something a bit more familiar to her. She stares at the woman, not disregarding the cane. Jocko had taught her to be aware that almost anything could be a weapon, and that cane would certainly hurt if it landed.

"I am the protege of the Mistress of the Premiere House of Canto Bight." She snaps. "Who are you to demand answers of me?"
badassfreakingoverlord: (damn)

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-01-03 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Humans are so predictable. Just as Bucky reached the base of what is sincerely an unimpressive loose heap of rock, one of the many minions intercepted him and stuck out a pamphlet for him to take: So You've Decided To Question Why the Overlord Is a Book.

With snappy prose and art that offered as much insight into said prose as any given WikiHow article, it explained that the Sacred Tome had been sabotaged, and to preserve the cosmic keystone and save his life, Zetta bound his soul to the damn book.
luckybucky: (Sorry)

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-03 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs softly, but when the conversation turns back to Steve -- as it inevitably, always will, Bucky shakes his head. "They won't be that stupid for long," he assures. "And what you build after that? It's going to keep Hydra in check for decades." Even if she would be wholly unaware of Hydra's continued existence, it's growth right under her nose.
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[personal profile] sensitiveapple 2020-01-03 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
She rolls her eyes as he changes his wording. Honestly, did he think her so simple as to not to have heard it before? But she puts her head back on her knees.

"I want to go home to Freema and her tarts." She's hungry too, but, honestly, she doesn't want to eat. These people are strange and weird, and they don't have the proper feelings to them, and it's making her head ache.

"I should never have gone to the market."
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[personal profile] sensitiveapple 2020-01-03 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She huffs out a sigh. She keeps hearing that word 'dimension', but no one explains it.

"What do you mean 'another dimension'? That doesn't make sense." She's a cranky teenager, who just wants to go home. Sorry, not sorry.