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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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One of those newbies is a young woman with a serious indent on her neck and serious archery gear slung over one arm.

Cue a hand going right to her neck, the collar aka the bane of the last year plus is gone.

"I'm free.' Thea quickly realized but she's also wary. Part of her is sure its a curse so she death grips the bow. But if this is Eros's doing she will shoot and will aim for the nuts.

That has been a year in the making.

But the wardrobe leaves her curious,"Plus I'm now a fashion don't, not many can rock solid purple." as she keeps itching her neck.

She has to be sure the collar is really gone.
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Wild Card

Have Thea will travel!

Edited 2020-01-01 08:21 (UTC)

PLATFORM
That no-one walks out into the misty unknown is a huge relief and Eva doesn't even feel guilty for it as she jumps off, several welcome leaflets in hand. But right now, for all she's glad they've lost no-one, there's new people and a lot of them by the looks it.

She has new teammates to make herself known to as Orange Leader. To get on the train where it's warmer for one, and she's very much regretting not grabbing her hoodie on the way out.

"You'll all want to get on the train ASAP! That and it's warmer than out here!" Eva shouts as she clears the doorway Fuck, she could go back and get her hoodie, but getting the newcomers onto the train was more important. "If you're in Orange, I've got a welcome leaflet for you!"

Said leaflets are waved above her head. The astute may notice a red-and-white metallic ball attached to her belt. Those familiar with him will notice a lack of Princess shadowing Eva. Maybe it's too cold for the clefairy?

TRAIN
Later, once they're back in Voidspace, Eva can be found wandering the train. This time, she's joined by Princess, the pseudo-rabbit-like pokemon following after her, and if he's not at her heels or riding shotgun on her shoulder/rucksack, he's hopping over seats and tables with vestigial wings flared for balance.

Or maybe you find him by himself. Look, new people means new scents to know. It also means new people to try and con into food or pets. He's cute, see? :3c

I. Platform: New Arrival

Garrett recognized this song and dance. He had played this game before. He looked around at the people surrounding him and felt a pang of deja vu. New people for the Fog god to play with. He was tired of this game. Surprisingly, though, he didn't remember leaving Ryslig this time. Maybe it hadn't been long, or maybe this was something new. He didn't know all the monsters brought in after all. But these people weren't monsters.

His scorpion tail flicked behind him in a nervous gesture. He was the only one already changed and while there were a few unusual looking people in the crowd he felt truly exposed as the monster he'd become. To add to the concern, the fog sent a shiver down his spine. No, not the cold coming from the floor or the chill in the air--the sight of the fog surrounding him made his nerves light on fire. If it was one of Foggy's there would be trouble. It could send him into a rage or cause him to transform into a larger, more hideous and troublesome monster, or both of the aforementioned at the same time. Not good.

Shifty now, Garrett looked for a way to escape the crowd. He couldn't see to well in the fog but he quickly headed in a direction that felt like a good idea.

The vibrations in the ground caused him to freeze almost comically. He felt the train's arrival before he saw it. He watched over his shoulder as the fog parted and revealed the large vessel. He had seen a train before but they were quite rare. It was almost rather majestic to a person like him. But it was also a bit brutish.

He watched as the people departed and--yep, he was nearly the only monster around. What was this? Was this even Ryslig? He was beginning to wonder...

The fog. He snapped back to what he was doing, quickly darting away from all the people. He didn't like all this exposure. Even if this wasn't Ryslig he was still a monster and he needed to get away. He ran until he found the exit stiles and literally ran into a blockage. His tail twitched in irritation as he threw an angry fist at the wall.

"So that's how it is, huh?"

II. The Train

So this was new after all. He had to keep repeating that to himself as he finally answered the call of the train and boarded it. He didn't like it. Pulls like that were never a good thing in his past experience. They left much to be desired in the end. But he had no choice. As usual.

He was a cautious sort. He moved deliberately and slowly through the train. It was quickly evident that he didn't like the closed quarters. Not because the small space, he'd crawl through an air duct any day to get to a piece of treasure, but rather the lack of space between him and the next person he met. He kept his distance.

Part of it was his monster traits. He had trained his limbs well by this point to keep in close to his body. With his usual black attire the dark chitin blended into his clothes quite well and sometimes he actually managed to pass as human. A hooded, rogue figure that was still kinda scary but human nonetheless. But with this damnable orange shirt on? He felt like a neon sign in the red light district. His pincers stood out even folded into his shoulders and forget hiding his tail. The rest of his extra limbs were folded up against his back, too, but that didn't much help either. Then there were his hands and feet--he missed boots but found them irritating with his new features--so he took them off and discarded them as soon as he'd settled on the train. Whoever found them lying around one of the carriages, sorry, he hadn't bothered to find his cabin yet. His claws were as obvious as the rest of him. He had drawn up the hoodie as soon as he'd noticed it though so his extra eyes were hard to spot at least. Small consolation prize.

He wandered around the train for a bit until he found an open space. Then he decided to go through the pack on his back. He found one recognizable object from home and the rest just a repeat of what he was wearing. And the basic supplies. Nothing to tell him much except that he was meant to be here for a while. Great. He deftly put his item away into a jacket pocket and left the rest as is. Now there seemed like there was nothing left to do but wait and see what happened next.

III. Departure + Wild Card!

[[Garrett can be found slinking around the train trying to find a quiet, cozy space as far away from people as possible and crawling on walls in the larger carriages to view out the windows, get away, etc. Sadly, there are no air ducts for him to crawl into and hide. :c Come up with anything else or in between as you like! Oh, and before I forget: here is a link to his full arachne description page. Some pics down at the bottom, too.]]

On Your Left | Closed to Steve

Bucky's not exactly sure what happened. He remembers being captured, he remembers the doctor and the words, but everything after that is a little cloudy. He figures it has something to do with his pounding headache, and lifts his right hand to touch the wound, unsurprised when it comes away bloody.

What does surprise him is the train that rolls into the station in front of him, and he would've had a nice look around except something to his right catches his attention. Or more accurately, someone. Steve. Again.

He sighs, sets his mouth into a tight line, and the second Steve makes eye contact... he bolts, runs down the platform towards the far end of the train. His silver hand pokes out from the end of his left sleeve, and he makes no attempt to hide it.

The Train | OTA

Bucky figures that boarding the train is the only sensible option at this point, and honestly being kidnapped again isn't exactly the worst outcome. Maybe he'll be safe here from the violent cat man and the UN-sanctioned kill squads.

He can be found poking around in the carriages, trying to avoid Steve and snooping in every nook and corner. Maybe he's trying to open a door to a sleeper cabin that isn't his, perusing the pantry, or looking a little pale in the medical carriage.

Departure | OTA

Bucky hears the warning, and he does take it seriously, he just doesn't quite find a seat in time and gets himself getting slammed into whatever -- or whoever -- happens to be to his left. Oops. Hope whatever he hit is durable, because his left arm is made of vibranium.

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a. The Platform

These were not Amery's clothes. This was not Amery's color. What had happened to his Dragon Corps uniform? Where was Anastasia? Where were the mountains, the other two airmen who'd been with him? Nothing was familiar, and that in itself was one of the most unsettling things. The other most unsettling thing was the memory of falling, feeling the wind rush past him in a completely different, terrifying way.

He shuddered, tearing himself from his memories, and smoothed his hands over the front of his clothes. His bare hands. No flight gloves, no white gloves (he would find those later). He felt oddly self conscious, and resisted the urge to put his hands in his pockets.

"I beg your pardon," he started, his Volstovic accent a blend of French and Russian, addressing whoever happened to be closest to him, "Do you-" 'know where we are', was what he was going to ask, but at that moment the train arrived.

The sight of it had him stepping back quickly, mumbling an apology if he stepped on anyone. He'd never seen anything like it in his life, and he'd seen flying metal dragons. He eyed the doors warily as they opened, as if he expected something horrible to be on the other side.

"Bastion," he swore under his breath.

b. The Train

The quarters were much more cramped than he was used to, and things had never exactly been spacious at the Airmen building. At least there he'd gotten his own room, some sense of privacy. Here, he was crammed in with other people. He didn't mind people, but he didn't like being in such small spaces with them.

Tentatively, he set his bag on one of the bunks that appeared unoccupied, turning to survey the space once more. "I suppose things could be worse," he said quietly, to no one in particular. If things were quieter, it might actually be an improvement. Time would tell.

c. Wildcard

Come at me!

It didn't take terribly long for Bucky to figure out where he was supposed to sleep, and more importantly that he could hide in here from other people. Well, most other people.

He stepped inside, letting the door slide closed behind him just in time to hear Amery's comment. "Hell of a lot worse," he agrees, taking a few seconds to size Amery up and then freezing once he got a good look at his face.

"What the hell?"

Oh, he is cute. Bucky's hanging out in the Standard Coach, trying to avoid the noisier areas, when Princess approached him. So there he is, metal hand extended, letting Princess have a sniff. He lifts his finger, giving his little nose a boop. "What the heck are you?" he asks, "and where's your person? I'm not really cut out for pets, kid."

Princess flicks an ear at the boop before settling back on his haunches with a slight headtilt this way and that. He either understands Bucky or he's considering how to get pets.

Totally considering how to get pets, of course. "Pi?"

Or, maybe he's thinking about making Bucky's lap home. Who knows. He is part fairy after all.

"The only way off the platform's the train."

She's hanging back respectful of his personal space, but she can't in good conscious ignore a teammate who seems distressed.

"Sorry."

All his limbs twitched as he was spooked from her sudden voice sounding from behind him. Sloppy. He didn't usually get sneaked up on, it was always the other way around. He turned around to face her, spindly limbs settling back down to folded positions around his body. No need to scare anyone with his monster bits.

His head cocked slightly to one side and his eyes narrowed a bit, a small frown forming. Basically, he didn't look happy to hear the news. "Why am I not surprised?" he asked, rhetorically honestly. He really wasn't surprised. His tone implied that "it figures" as the expression went.

"Because whatever or whoever brought us here won't let us go that easy," Eva offers with a wry grin of her own before she sobers, gaze hollow as she stares at the exit.

"When we leave the train for the final time, it's as if we're in a trance and we don't know if leaving that way takes us home. I'm sorry."

This sounded all too familiar. Garrett made a small noise and shook his head. "Either ol' Foggy has a new game to play, or you have no idea what I'm talking about and this is some other force at work playing an all too similar tune. Wonder." He added the last part almost as an afterthought.

He sighed and glanced away at the station then returned his attention to her. "Probably best you don't think about that. Interesting you get to watch your victims leave though. Usually they just disappear never to be seen or heard from again." Why no he doesn't really sound bitter about that, why would you think that.

Bucky sighs, but he knows a demand for affection when he sees it, so he reaches out to, very carefully, stroke Princess's head with his flesh hand. "Yeah, you're used to getting what you want, aren't you? Like a stray cat hanging out behind a restaurant," he huffs out a chuckle. "You're not gonna bite me or anything, are you? My rabies shots ain't up to date."

"You've been through something like this before." It's not a question as Eva settles back on her heels, gaze thoughtful and by the gods does she want to know more about this 'Foggy', but- now is not the time or place to get into an in-depth talk about others world. That it was one more question that should be on that Q&As of Tony's went without saying and it was probably the most useful one of the lot.

"Regardless, I'm Eva Iden'no. Orange Leader and one of the few who've been here since the beginning. You're also not the only arachnid-based person we have either. You... are arachnid--based, right?"

His fur is soft to the touch. Soft and fluffy; obviously well cared for - and yes, used to getting his own way.

Give him all the affection. He doesn't get enough from his owner (of course he does, but Eva is immune to his charms :().

There's a self-satisfied noise as the clefairy closes his eyes in delight. He won't bite though; Bucky hasn't done anything to warrant that.

"That's an understatement," he responded wryly. Indeed, he had been taken from his home world three times before. Foggy just couldn't quit him for some reason. This time made the fourth.

The thief hesitated for a moment as introductions started. Almost like he didn't really want to exchange personal information. But he knew having friends in the right places could be beneficial and in the end it was the trapped situation that made him give in and go against his usual anti-social measures. Better to work together, right?

"Garrett." He glanced down at his bright clothing and back up at her own. There was a brief wry smirk that crossed over his features. "Guess I'm one of yours then," he said. Although he wasn't really a team player and didn't always take orders very well. Also, she was a kid to him. Usually he was the one trying to give out unwanted advice.

He shifted uneasily as the last topic finally made it's way out of his mouth. "Yeah. I'm what you might call an arachne." He wasn't always like this. He hoped these people here weren't primed to become like him. Maybe this wasn't the Fog God's work at all. Wouldn't that be nice. "You have another on board already?"

Yeah, Bucky knows that body language. He gives in anyway, because this creature really is fascinating. He pets Princess gently, enjoying the texture of his fur with a steady hand.

He looks around as he does, hoping that he hasn't just accidentally adopted a... whatever this was. While he's gently petting, he checks for a collar or harness of some kind. Something to tell him who to return the adorable fluffball to.

Maybe someone who could tell him what Princess even is. He makes the mistake of leaning back, to look a little farther down the car for the creature's owner. Which might seem like an invitation to jump in his lap.

Arrival:

The last thing Cal remembered was destroying the Holocron. All those names, all those children listed as Force Sensitive, gone. Lost to history and their fates now at the will of the Force. Once it was in pieces, scattered on the floor of the Stinger Mantis, Cal turned to ask his crew where to next but they weren't there. It was fog. So much fog that, for a moment, Cal thought he was remembering another one of Master Jaro's lessons. Something he'd need to remember on his journey to wherever the Force was taking him.

But this fog was different. It wasn't the fog of a memory resurfacing. This was tangible. And there were so many sounds and voices around him that didn't have that muted dullness to them that memories usually did.

Not to mention, he didn't remember owning any of the clothes he was wearing. And the weight of the rucksack was strange to him, too. He never owned one like it. Not even while on Bracca.

The more he focused on his surroundings, trying to figure out what was going on, his ribs twinge and ache and one hand goes over a spot on his lower left rib with a soft groan.

Right. He was hurt. Vader had stabbed him with his own lightsaber just hours before coming here.

He shifts his rucksack and, to his surprise, his rucksack shifts back. And moves more. And there's a familiar beeping and trilling and whistling inside.

"BD-1?" Cal asks, uncertain and excited and alarmed. "BD!" Heading to a nearby bench, Cal carefully sets the rucksack down and opens it up, looking at the contents in confusion for a second before reaching in and digging through unfamiliar items until BD pops up with a loud whistle of shock, a pair of socks dangling over his eye. Shaking that off, BD looks up at Cal and his beeps and trills and noises are both surprised and excited and confused.

"BD! How'd you get in there?"

BD responds, more droid sounds as the droid is helped out of the bag, climbing up Cal's arm and settling on his usual spot on his back. The droid seems almost annoyed, first looking at Cal and then looking at the people around them.

"I dunno. I don't recognize this place at all. You really don't know how you got in the rucksack?"

More responses from BD and then he's off Cal's back, running a few feet away to scan part of the platform.

"No. Hey! BD, stay close." BD looks at Cal, tilting his head slightly before heading back, hopping up onto the bench next to the rucksack and watching people walk by, still talking to Cal.

"This place feels...weird. I can't really explain it. Something tells me we should get on the train."

BD responds, questioningly.

"It doesn't feel like the Force, so I don't know what it is. But it's telling me not getting on the train would be a bad idea." A pause from Cal as he looks over at the train and the people standing outside of it. All of them wore color-coded attire, he could see that from here. And a lot of them wore the same colors he did.

"C'mon, BD. Maybe someone over there will have answers."

BD jumps onto Cal's outstretched arm and Cal groans some, a wince of pain as BD climbs up his ribs to get to his back and BD whistles low, apologetic.

"No, it's fine. Remind me to grab a healing stim in a bit, yeah?"

With that, the pair are headed to the train, occasionally getting bumped into by other passengers and wincing each time.

This is going to suck, isn't it?

On the Train:

BD is running ahead of Cal, stopping to scan everything. Everything in the train is going into his memory banks and Cal is reading his ticket and checking doors to find their cabin. Cabin 1:D, wherever that was. He's careful to not bump into anyone as he goes, nodding hello to the occasional person, noting some looked as confused as he did, while others looked fairly settled in.

Finding his cabin, he hesitates for a moment, looking down at the eager little droid at his feet.

"This is us, I guess," he says before scanning the door and peeking in to see where he'll be staying.

It doesn't look that bad, honestly. Almost like the Stinger Mantis and something about that familiarity helped him feel a little more at ease. Dropping his bag on one of the empty bunks, Cal settles next to it with a soft sigh.

"Do you think the others are okay, BD?" The droid doesn't respond with sound, but the way he moves is certainly a shrug. "Me, either. I hope they are." BD hops up next to Cal and leans on him, trying to be comforting. It's a small gesture, but it works, and Cal really can't help but smile just a little bit.

"Thanks, BD."

Exploring:

At this point, you can find Cal anywhere. In the kitchen, investigating what's in there. In the garden, seeing if it was a good place to meditate, or even in the game carriage to see if there was anything familiar. Some game from home he'd recognize.

Find him anywhere. BD will be with him, scanning the train and making a map.

It's nice to meet you, Garrett-san," Eva said with a short bow. She could warn him that the his name would be on his clothes, ticket and door to his cabin, but whatever. It was on the welcome leaflet and if he didn't read that, he'd soon enough discover it.

Talking of that, she offers one of them out for him. "The teams are important for missions than anything- and yes, though Ede-san doesn't look humaniod. She's a giant spider and also on Orange."

A spider with the wrong number of legs if you ask Eva; spiders only have six! But differing worlds, differing rules.

She'd mainly been in the luggage car for her package, and then unwrapping her package and booting it up and poking it and going through the set phrases lists and-- wait, the prize parcels she so resents each month... are orange? Not red? Ah? Ah? Ahhhhhhhhh?!

Hers is open and she has a biscuit in her mouth within seconds. Sweet victory! Suck it, Red team, all of her encouragement has paid off and her teammates have come through at last.

When none of them appear immediately to share in this jubilation, she scoops the entire pile up and shimmers out of existence, only to pop up in quick succession in each car until she locates Eva. Then Eva has a spider scrabbling around her, waving several limbs and shoving an orange parcel into her arms. Two more limbs are cradling a tablet, which is now repeating a phrase in a robotic, Google Translate-kinda voice.

"We won, we won, we won, we won, we won, we won!"

Eva's not afraid to say she yelped and down by her feet, Princess fluffed up at the sudden appearance of the spider. Not that he remained fluffed up- he knew the spider's scent and by the time Eva had managed to parse what the tablet's said, the gift was in her hands and the clefairy had settled.

"We did?" Eva blinked several times. Never mind her reaction time was off. That could be fixed before the next mission. They'd won. It was the first time. "We did!!"

That Kumoko can 'talk' now is ignored in the wake of this news. "Have you told anyone else?"

There's an orange collar hidden under all the fur, so whoever he belongs to is on the Orange Team.

While the petting is nice, it's an open lap. Of course the invitation's taken as Princess, all seven and a half kilograms of him, makes himself at home with what could only be called a sassy, smug face.

Thankfully for Bucky, he doesn't have to look far, as Eva makes her way up the aisle, gets about two seats past him, then backtracks.

Eva honestly tries to keep a straight face. "Well, I hope you don't plan on moving for a while. Not if he's claimed your lap."

She doesn't worry too much about the flinching, she's used to that response by now. Living in a tube with narrow corridors relative to... well, a cavernous labyrinth... it made getting around a real pain. She teleported more than she used doors, at this point. If people ever happened to gather around the corner of each carriage that she always bamfed into, that was their problem.

Anyway! Victory!

She presses the tablet again with one slightly furred claw, and slips a little in her excitement so it queues up three extra responses, "No yes no no."

Sure, she could just shake or gesture in the negative like she usually does, but when has she not used a new skill to death?

"You can only be getting into the one that do be having your name on." She was used to new people by now, this was the sixth time they had arrived at one of these platforms and new people had got on all the time.

She understood the curiosity, when she had first come here she hadn't known anything about trains and she had spent most of her fist few days prodding and poking anything that she didn't recognise- which had been a lot of things.

Now though she was very knowledgeable about the train having lived here for three months and she like how powerful that made her feel.

But she could be helpful, rather than smug, when she wanted to be. "If you do no be knowing which one you do be sleeping in it do be being written on your ticket."

Platform:

Misa coughs, trying to wave the smoke out of her face. “Jocko? What’s going -” It hits her hard. Unfamiliar people, an unfamiliar place. It clenches her gut, and she wraps her arms around herself, beginning to panic. She draws herself in, imagining a cocoon around herself. It’s helped her before, and it does so again.

She controls her breathing, looking around with wide brown eyes. There are… people here. She doesn’t recognize any of them. Some press against her senses, but most of them just feel like people.

Misa looks down at herself. These are not her clothes. The bag on her back is not familiar either. She pulls it off and starts digging through it. Okay, her knives are safe; she gets one into her hand and holds it, point up, just the way Jocko taught her to. She doesn’t know what to do, though. Jocko, Freema, the Mistress, none of them are here. She can tell that, even without looking around.

She needs help. This isn’t good and she shouldn’t be alone and not dressed properly! Who had changed her clothes? Whoever they were had left her knives and while she’s grateful, she’s terrified of what that might mean.

Looking around in a growing panic, Misa takes a step back, away from everyone. Oh, this is not good. Who are these people?

“Who are you?!” She snaps with all the presence of a future Mistress of the Premiere House on Canto Bight. (Hint: Not much, she’s only thirteen.)

Train:

Can she find her cabin? Yes, she can. She looks around and finds an unoccupied bed and collapses on it, with her knife still in her hand. She's not letting go of those anytime soon. IS she sitting on someone else's bed? Probably. No, she doesn't care.

Departure:

Misa immediately finds herself a corner to tuck herself away into. She can't deal with the space and having lost her family.

But she's not going to cry. That would mess up her make up, and she's not going to do that.

When it shivers, she whimpers and just stays tucked away. She doesn't look up when someone approaches.

Edited 2020-01-01 13:12 (UTC)

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A New Platform [Intro Post January]

Thea Queen l OTA (CW for "Screw or Die" Island mentions)

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CW: Arachne Monster! (slight Spider/Scorpion descriptions)

Bucky Barnes | OTA

Amery Vallet | OTA

The Train

TRAIN with Princess

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Platform: New Arrival

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Cal Kestis and his emotional support droid - ota

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TRAIN

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Misa | Star Wars OC