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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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[personal profile] tholes 2020-01-21 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Or you could provide a civil service and not charge at all.

[ Steve is a fairly common name. Captain America, on the other hand, is not. ]

I've only heard of him in the context that I am Captain America.

[ At least until he figures out a way home and hands the shield off to Sam. ]

Why do you ask?
Edited 2020-01-21 18:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] happyends 2020-01-21 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yes!"

Maybe walking around on regular trains isn't really necessary, since you usually don't have anywhere to go until you get off, but this train is definitely special in that regard, so Madoka quickly nods.

"It's better to sit down when it first starts moving, but it's not so bad after that. You almost don't feel it anymore after a while.." That sure is the case for Madoka, anyway. "So don't worry, you should be fine heading off to look for your room."
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[personal profile] tholes 2020-01-21 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Danny's reappearance is a relief, allowing Steve to rock back on his heels, although he remains crouched. Better to be on the kid's level and maybe put him at ease than stand up and create another incident. But he does scoot back a few inches to give Danny more room.

"Sorry about that. I'm just ... I like knowing where everything is, especially somewhere new."
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[personal profile] tholes 2020-01-21 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve, of course, has no fricking idea what's going on. All he knows is that Bucky seems to have gone a little -- unstable. Which is not good. Part of him is suddenly, seriously angry with T'Challa, who isn't even there because they were supposed to fix his best friend's memory problems. Part of him is also despairing because if Bucky wasn't fixed that means this can happen again and he's fucking tired of losing the other man. But the majority of his emotions are now caught up in a bundle of worry. Worry for Bucky. Worry for anyone who might stumble into this mess.

"You knew me earlier," He says, trying to keep the alarm and misery out of his tone, trying to project a measure of centered calm. "Tell me what happened. I won't get mad. I promise." What he means is - he won't get mad at Bucky, specifically.
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2020-01-21 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that idiot was showing off to one of the new kids and thought it’d be funny to spray me with the fire extinguisher. He ran off before I could catch him and find out if it was for any reason other than to give me a headache.

[He shook his head.]

The joys of too many people and not enough for them to do. But anyway, how far in the future are you after me?
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-21 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)

Bucky lifted one eyebrow at the book, head tilting to the side. "Well. You're not wrong about that." This book was reminding him a little too much of Steve, at this point. "Tell you what. You figure out a plan of some kind, I'll help you with it if you want. So long as nobody gets hurt."

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[personal profile] flatteries 2020-01-21 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Thankfully Inigo is not one to easily take offense, so when she calls his world a horrible backwater of a system, all he does is awkwardly rub the back of his head as he thinks about what to say to that.

Although she makes that a lot easier by starting about something else. Inigo turns to the train for a moment before looking back at her.

"I think it would be better to first just look for any chair once you get on board. The train's departure can be rather.. rough, especially when you experience it for the first time. You really have to be seated for it."
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[personal profile] kumoko 2020-01-21 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am an Ede Saine," the box spits out after a little more tapping from her front claws.

Hmm. Normally people just take for granted that she can't talk because spiders don't talk, she's not got a pre-set response for that. She squints down at the device, scrolls through some of the example sentences, and picks one that sounds right. "I am mute."
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[personal profile] kumoko 2020-01-21 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
A stream of yes yes yes yes spits out of the device at that. Mainly because where there's a party, there's food. She doesn't need to actually, you know, talk to people, right? Just be a wallflower? Wallspider?
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[personal profile] kumoko 2020-01-21 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She watches him warily until he takes the bin. Sorry dude, she doesn't trust you or your stomach.

Hey, guess what preset phrases this thing definitely has! With rather more fluency than her patchwork sentences: ]


This is a VoiceMate Text-to-Speech handheld device.
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-21 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)

"Still, better safe than sorry," Bucky insists. He's already had one close call by accidentally giving Peter tea with ginger in it, he doesn't want a repeat. Besides, he doesn't know how often the train restocks things like epi-pens.

He lets go of her hand once they're in the kitchen, heading to the pantry and humming in agreement. He can figure from the name that it's some kind of robot, as he finds the peanut butter and a loaf of bread. "No droids here," he agrees lightly. "But I'm sure there are plenty of people who know how to cook. I'm not half bad if I have a recipe to follow," and boy did the world have a lot of flavors for him to explore. He sets the jar of peanut butter in front of her. "It's sticky," he warns. "Just put a little dab on the inside of your wrist, let it sit while I make us sandwiches."

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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-21 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)

Bucky swallows heavily, sizing Steve up, reaching up with his flesh hand to wipe at the blood that was still oozing from his forehead. He remebers that -- hitting his head on the windshield of the helicopter, his hand around Steve's throat. His gaze drops, looking for bruises, for any sign that he did serious damage while he wasn't himself. Again. "You know what happened," he replies, his voice softer, quieter now. Almost resigned. He knows he can't escape Steve forever, and he knows that means he'll inevitably hurt his friend again. Just the thought makes bile rise in his throat, but he forces it down, taking a deep breath as he straightens up, though his hands are still curled to fists at his sides.

"I crashed a fucking helicopter into you. I think that makes it pretty obvious that being near me is dangerous, especially for you." He tries to say it like the Winter Soldier might, tries to put some hardness back into his voice, his face, but it just doesn't come. He can't stay mad at Steve, not really. not even when it was for his own damn good.

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[personal profile] internetsexsymbol 2020-01-21 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha...that'd be nice, but I have to pay my rent, Steve.

[At this point, he can't exactly get a "real job", even if that's mostly because of his pride and wanting to maintain emotional stability for Mob's sake right now.

Enough about him though: what are the odds? This really is Captain America!]


Oh! So you're the guy Mr. Stark mentioned!
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[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-21 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Luke nodded at that.

"Yes, I recall that from school," he replied. "A representative of--"

He cut himself off, eyes widening slightly as the way she said it hit him. The way she said it... it almost seemed like the Clone Wars hadn't even happened for her yet.

"W-wait... are you... from before the vote?" he asked softly.
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[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-21 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Luke frowned slightly at his reaction.

"I don't know a Howard, so yes; I'm referring to Mr. Tony Stark," he replied. Clearly, the two of them had a history if this was his response. "I understand he's crude and makes off color jokes, but..."

After a moment, he shrugged. Who was he to say anything, really? To him, his father was the best person in the galaxy. To everyone else, he was terror incarnate. Just because he knew Tony one way, didn't mean others didn't know him as something else.
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[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-21 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Luke listened intently, before he let out a sigh, slumping back. There was no way to tell if they were from the same version of the galaxy or not. Still, the fact that at some point the Emperor did, in fact, die was at least somewhat a relief.

"I see. That's... that's good to hear."
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[personal profile] enthunder 2020-01-21 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're interested, we do combat exercises in the gym most mornings. Just show up after the morning call. [ For now, she's confirmed that he's not horribly lost and/or hurt, and platform days are always fast. She's got people to check in on, people to avoid, etcetera...

Also, she's pretty sure he'll want to meet up with his family. ]


I'm gonna go. Have fun tracking down your dad.
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[personal profile] faithfulson 2020-01-22 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Shh..." he murmured, resting a hand gently on his shoulder. "He won't. You're safe here, I promise."

Because even by some chance that he does appear, between himself and Tony, he was fairly certain that Peter would never know he was there. But he set his anger at this nightmare from Peter's past aside for now, and instead focused on the Force, letting it flow between them, helping him calm down again.
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[personal profile] faithfulsupport 2020-01-22 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
It was rude to stare. Ignis had told Noct that he had no idea how many times now. So he turned his head away and forbade himself from asking personal questions. They were strangers and good manners forbade such a thing.

"If you're interested at some point, I could teach you if you'd like." It was only fair to offer to help really. He'd had help and it cost nothing to be kind and help out.
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[personal profile] orangewayfinder 2020-01-22 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
The keyblade wielder wasn't sure what to make of her holding the orange hoodie up to him. But respectfully he stood still and waited to see what Namine' would do. Blue would look better on her than orange because it would match her eyes.

Not that he meant anything by that.

Stopping to think a moment, Terra put his chin in his hands. "Well, I saw you on the beach in a white dress. Does that colour suit you better? If so, we can find white clothes for you maybe." Is that why she'd stretched her hand out earlier?
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[personal profile] shockinglycaffeinated 2020-01-22 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Well then, the train is our home in this reality," she gestures towards the train behind her. "We don't know exactly why we're here, but occasionally we are brought to planets that seem to require our help.

The planet we visited after I was brought here was dying and we were tasked with evacuating the people and animals of the world." She hadn't been a huge fan of wandering through the jungles looking for animals and her face and tone show it before she continues.

"From what I understand we seem to be the last hope for the worlds we travel to."
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[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-01-22 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, duh. [The distinction is simple, obvious, and not one he's prepared to cross by invoking it quite yet. It did say something about the people here that their immediate reaction to his title was to so quickly deny it, or any relevance to them. That just went to show it did matter, didn't it?] Of course, you're welcome to swear allegiance any time you want. Not that I expect you to take me up on that any time soon, of course.
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[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-01-22 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh, does changing them into demons count as hurting to you? It doesn't really hurt and it actually is good on about seventy different levels for you, but the whole 'transformation' thing seems like something you'd oppose on principle."

A more clever demon would've just skipped that question and sprang the whole 'letter of the agreement' thing after the fact. Zetta, however, was kinda dumb.
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[personal profile] usernamesarecool 2020-01-22 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"no, no . Not at all. Infact, there was once a time when it was quite common." The Doctor says conversationally.

"Sadly though, the race that could do it Safely has mostly died out. Apart from me. I'm the only one left. And you need at least two." he explains easily, as though being the last of your kind was a Perfectly normal conversation topic. Perhaps for him it was. However, if one looked hard enough, they'd see a deep sadness in his eyes. "But maybe someone else has cracked the secret to our success.''
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[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-01-22 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)

"Sorry," Bucky huffed out a little chuckle, shaking his head. "I've only met him once. I didn't exactly get a great first impression, and the tabloids don't really do him any favors," he admits a little sheepishly.