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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2020-02-01 09:11 am

A New Platform [Intro Post February]

On the Train

"Good morning passengers, it is day sixteen of the month of Domino."

It has been three days since they had arrived back from their last mission. "Points have been updated on the system and the shop has new merchandise." The morning proceeds normally. But those who have been on the train a while will be expecting the notice that comes around midday.

"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A lurch and a jolt and they are soon surrounded by the fog that means they are at a platform. Rain can be heard, the windows soon obscured with water droplets.

The doors open and seven passengers disembark, waterproof coats on, hoods pulled up, rucksacks on their backs. Lan Wangji, Link and Clara in blue, Deadpool and Atem in red, Eva and Mako in orange. All walk silently, blank faced, to the barriers where they show their tickets and walk through, disappearing from sight.

On the platform as ever, figures in waterproof coats over their hoodies. Eighteen of them this time. Ten are in orange, four in purple and then two each of red and blue.

For New Passengers

At first all they can see is 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, rain falling down around them but then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.

The platform is not large and it holds eighteen figures all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers, hoodies and waterproofs. The rain is heavy, bouncing off the platform. 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!

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. Entering Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

A shudder, a jolt, a lurch to the left, enough to throw someone off their feet if they are not ready. 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!
kumoko: (ok stop wow)

PLATFORM - New Oranges to meeee.

[personal profile] kumoko 2020-02-01 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
The spider's original plan had been, amble around. Look at the newbies. Maybe play them the usual EARN POINTS YOU SLACKERS soundbites she'd prepared, even though they were mid-month and Curufin was, as usual, showing everyone else up with his gold-farming ways. Orange maybe had this in the bag again? She needed to run the maths for whether having so many people was good or bad.

How did Curufin do that, anyway? Maybe it was because he was so friendly? If so, goodbye huge points totals, she'd miss you!

Well, anyway!

That was the plan. And then Eva had walked right past her, face blank, and gone towards the exit. Webs hadn't stopped her, teleporting spells slid right off. Trying to hand her her usual leaflet stack, nope. Trying to nab the storage ball containing Princess just in case... Nope. Just stabbing her? No way! Didn't work! The spider was, maybe, panicking. Eva!! You're the leader of Orange! Don't make her do this alone!

After a few minutes of sad vibrating, the monstrous black spider picked up the usual batch of newbie leaflets, and went out to hand them over to the pack of new Oranges.
Edited 2020-02-01 09:41 (UTC)
adropofsunlight: (01)

Hello Orange here

[personal profile] adropofsunlight 2020-02-01 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
Rapunzel couldn't help but be somewhat excited in most part because well... she was out of the tower ready for what was outside, or at least she hoped so. pascal was currently sitting on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Pascal. We're in a strange new place, but it should be fine, right?"

She would like to hope so, but as she was about to take a few steps she soon found herself spotting a spider. A rather large spider. Letting out a slight shriek she stepped back nearly falling over in the process. She had been told of the scary things out in the world, but this was most certainly not one of them. After a moment, still nervous she figured she speak up, Pascal narrowing his eyes just in case.

"Y-You're not going to eat me or something are you?"
yilingdaddy: (being emo)

Platform/Wildcard me! OTA!

[personal profile] yilingdaddy 2020-02-01 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
Platform:

"Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian tries to stop his husband from leaving, but unlike the countless times he'd been successful...he fails this time. Leaving him behind, staring in confusion, ignoring the rain as it pours down on him.

Left behind despite all their promises. He's grateful for the rain, obscuring the tears that mingle. There are no sobs though, as he watches Wangji vanish. He eventually turns away, drawing himself up with a strange (to those who have come to know him) dignity around him that still almost screams of the pain he's drawing in and bottling up.

He doesn't look back again, instead starts back for the train without looking over the new passengers to arrive. If he hears a familiar voice, he'll pause, but otherwise...he'll get back on board and wander. Can't go back to his cabin- that's where he'd stayed with Wangji. He's not ready for that quite yet.


Wildcard: [OOC: Feel free to stop him on the train somewhere! Shove food at him! Distract him! Come across him playing his flute because that's how Lan Wangji found him the last time they got parted!]
bluetailedhawk: (Puking or angry)

Tobias Fangor | OTA

[personal profile] bluetailedhawk 2020-02-01 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

One minute, Tobias was edging his wings open, watching a mouse dart across the field, preparing to dive down for his meal. The next, he's standing on a lumpy bag, steam all around him, and there's something very much not meat in his mouth. He blinks a few times, dropping his ticket and looking down at it, then at the bag, then at his own legs, one of which is sporting an orange jess, the other a fancy-looking screen thing.

He looks up again, at the line of people he's been placed in, and shakes his wings to get rid of some of the water. This was great, just great. He was real sick and tired of obscenely powerful beings messing with his life. So he does what any annoyed hawk does. He screams.

The Train

Did someone order a grumpy hawk? Because here is a grumpy hawk for you, nice and fresh, slightly damp. He can't fly in this train, there's no room to spread his wings, so he's perching on whatever is convenient for him to dig his talons into, glowering at anything and everything. Not that it's easy to tell, given that he's a bird.

Spend too long staring at him, though, and you'll find the voice of a middleschool-aged boy speaking directly into your mind. <What're you looking at?> He flares his wings out, giving them a shake.
Edited 2020-02-01 10:01 (UTC)
lansizhui: (☙ warrior)

[personal profile] lansizhui 2020-02-01 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
He watches his fathers, knowing what Hanguang-Jun would ask of him. Look after him, A-Yuan. Fishing out a handkerchief from his pocket, he runs to his mother, dragging him into a fierce embrace.

"It's okay... We will see him again soon." Sizhui believes that and he gives a teary smile, "He didn't have a choice. That's...common, I've heard."

No, no, he will ask Wei Wuxian to lodge with him. There they can laugh or cry or rest together and that is far better than mourning - or being - alone.
bluetailedhawk: (YOU SAW NOTHING)

This'll be... interesting.

[personal profile] bluetailedhawk 2020-02-01 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
Luckily for them both, Tobias is used to dealing with extremely weird creatures whose appearances can be misleading. Still, when the spider approaches, Tobias instinctively hops back off of his bag, and puts a little more distance between him and the spider. He has no idea that his orange jess is why she's approaching.

<Uh... no thanks.> The voice of a young teenage boy speaks directly into her mind, if she doesn't have some kind of immunity or defense for it.
kumoko: (hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm)

[personal profile] kumoko 2020-02-01 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
That obviously very rude and also totally sensible question is summarily ignored. She won't eat you! Maybe that little lizard thing. Chameleon? Some kind of contract beast or pet? It's really small, anyway, but good job.

She eyes it for maybe a little too long to be reassuring.

Instead of answering, she holds out a leaflet.
yilingdaddy: (y0mra2T)

[personal profile] yilingdaddy 2020-02-01 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Sizhui's sudden appearance doesn't surprise him. Neither does the sudden hug, which is immediately returned, Wuxian leaning on his son just a little. And he manages a sad smile in return when he pulls back a little. His body shakes just a little with his attempt at a fond little laugh.

"We will, and we will show him what we have been doing in his absence." Which means he plans to get right back to training. He's been slacking...but he can't do that anymore. Not when it's just him left to protect their son.
kumoko: (but that means)

[personal profile] kumoko 2020-02-01 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Can hawks read?

Well, it's wearing orange clothing, and-- wow, okay, it's telepathic. How nice for it! Not like she's jealous at all, having to communicate in stupid threadweaving for like, three months. No way! Must be nice, is all!

She thrusts the leaflet at it anyway, with perhaps a little too much force. Sorry, birdie. You've gotta read, or Eva will be disappointed.
lansizhui: (☙ hold)

[personal profile] lansizhui 2020-02-01 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
It hurts his heart to see Wei Wuxian so broken. Sizhui is well aware that his mother is dangerously selfless and that it is up to him to look after him. He needs to eat for one and sleep. His Lan discipline will come in handy!

"Think of it this way: he is going home to make sure everything is safe for our return." he dabs at his mother's cheeks with the handkerchief, "Would you like some tea?"
Edited 2020-02-01 10:22 (UTC)
yilingdaddy: (wwx55)

[personal profile] yilingdaddy 2020-02-01 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
Sizhui has never seen him quite this bad, has he? Wangji has, several times. But never Sizhui. Wuxian reaches up to lightly touch the side of his son's head, comforting little touches. Focusing on this precious boy he still has with him. Far easier than his own pain.

"A-Yuan, you are a good boy," he murmurs with pride. The rain only soaks them again, but he appreciates the care with the gentle touches of the handkerchief. "Lan Zhan has a lot of work ahead of him, and I'm sure your uncle will be glad for the help." Poor Lan Xichen.

"Mm. Let's go back inside."
bluetailedhawk: (Tongue~)

[personal profile] bluetailedhawk 2020-02-01 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
Tobias flutters his wings wide when she thrusts the paper at him, nearly knocking him over. <Okay, okay! Jeeze. You're a lot bigger than me, you know...> At least in his current form.

He takes the leaflet and places it on his bag, then takes his ticket and puts it on top, so he can carry both at once. God only knows how he's going to manage getting his bag onto the train. He's already resigned himself to whatever nonsense someone signed him up for, but he's not happy about it.
lansizhui: (☙ tender)

[personal profile] lansizhui 2020-02-01 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
He isn't going anywhere nor does he look uncomfortable. If his mother needs to cry, he has two shoulders and a lap and no one will be the wiser. Sizhui has comforted his friends in similar ways, which led to them seeing him as a leader. Even stubborn Jin Ling isn't so proud and defensive around him. Sizhui has a good eye for kind hearts and he will never turn them away.

"I was raised by two good men." he ignores the rain, focusing on drying the tears, "They work really well together. Uncle Xichen loves him and he'll make sure he is alright without us."

Sizhui takes hold of Wuxian's hand, nodding.

"You're not alone, Mother."
longforgottenpromise: (desperation)

Taiki and Gyousou (two for the price of one!) | OTA

[personal profile] longforgottenpromise 2020-02-01 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Closed to Gyousou

All that mattered was reaching Lord Gyousou. He could feel the ouki, he had felt it for weeks but now it was strong and he could follow it. That was all that mattered. He couldn't think about anything else, not what Yari was doing at his side, not what he had just done. If he thought about any of that then it was all over.

If this was to be his final moment then he would spend it doing this last thing for his king. They would both still die, that seemed absolute. A fate they could not avoid. But he could at least make it clear that Lord Gyousou was the true king. Expose Asen's lies.

As focused as he was he barely noticed the change. The rain, the fog, the change in temperature all fade because he is still following the ouki. He runs over the platform, not bothering to stop if he bumps into people.

He must have dropped the sword. There's something or someone heavy on his back and he tries to shake them off. Lord Gyousou is close.

Afterwards: Open to all

By the time the train arrives There is a young man kneeling in the rain, an older man is crouched at his side, stroking his hair in the way you would sooth a spooked animal. They are talking quietly to each other.

The man looks injured, pale and far too thin. Someone who should not be capable of walking around under their own power and yet is out of some sort of dogged determination. The boy also seems pale, he is trembling but not visibly injured at least.

Both look confused more than anything else.
yilingdaddy: (ByU238a)

[personal profile] yilingdaddy 2020-02-01 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
Wuxian manages an actual little laugh and pulls his son into another tight hug, though turns his head to press a fond kiss to his temple.

Having the skill to make people who are upset happy again is precious, and important in a good leader. Often it's Wei Wuxian's task to do just that, he's grateful this boy has picked it up too.

"The Two Jades work perfectly together, always have. They'll be fine, just as we will be."

He pulls back and lets his hand be taken, walking with Sizhui back towards the train before the title has him chuckle again, shaking his head a little.

"Neither are you."
kumoko: (well wevs)

[personal profile] kumoko 2020-02-01 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, huh. Right. Tiny bird. No hands. Probably not magical.

She feels better, actually. She might not have psychic powers, but at least she has the ability to carry a bag! Haha!

Okay, maybe she'll help him after all. Orange team solidarity or whatever. She snags his ticket, and checks the cabin number. 4-E, huh? Tobias, huh? He gets a name, too? A name and telepathy?

Hmm. She thinks TOBIAS as loudly as she can, in the bird's general direction.
Edited 2020-02-01 10:51 (UTC)
myblueskies: (why is this happening to me...)

Platform

[personal profile] myblueskies 2020-02-01 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Mister Wade come back! Why are you going! Come back!" No amount of grabbing Wade helped. He even tried bind but it didn't work. He threw up a borderline and mister Wade just walked straight through.

Why was he leaving? Why wouldn't he even say goodbye?

Romeo was staring at the barriers. Wade wasn't the only one who had left and he saw Wei Wuxian there too. Lan Zhan had been one of the ones to go. They were partners and best friends and it was so bad for them to be split up!

Romeo forgot about his own sadness and moved over to Wei Wuxian's side. This was such a big, bad thing that it's hard to think of anything to say to bring his spirits back up.

He knew if Elfnein or Joss left he would cry and cry and not want to stop. But they wouldn't want him to cry and he didn't think Lan Zhan would want his friend to cry either. They would want him to keep his spirits up and keep going.

He reached out very tentatively towards Wei Wuxian's hand. "You got to be brave sir, he wouldn't want you to cry."
bluetailedhawk: (Curious)

[personal profile] bluetailedhawk 2020-02-01 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
Tobias blinks at the spider, completely oblivious to her attempts to communicate. <Are you supposed to take the ticket or something?> He was getting the impression that she couldn't talk, but he wasn't exactly sure how to better communicate.

He stretches his wings out and flaps them again, shaking off droplets of water that had formed on them. He's even polite enough to aim the majority of it away from the spider.
lansizhui: (☙ ache)

[personal profile] lansizhui 2020-02-01 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
He has no resistance for Wei Wuxian hugs! Sizhui snuggles like a proper rabbit, sighing under the kiss. A few tears roll down his cheeks too, but he tells himself he is being silly. He has gone days without seeing his father. This is just like that, right?

"He has the rabbits too."

So many of them. The forest around Cloud Recesses is practically filled with them! But who in their right mind could complain?

He walks back to the train, squeezing the hand he holds.

"I know." he glances at him shyly, "I get to spend more time with you. I won't complain."
kumoko: (UM)

[personal profile] kumoko 2020-02-01 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
That's a no. Well, worth a try! She tucks the ticket back near his feet, glad it's waterproof--

Oh, the leaflets aren't...

...

Oops! Haha. Ugh. That sure is a soggy mess.

Good thing she's hopelessly fast. There's a sudden three-cup shuffle of bird, bag, ticket, until the bag is draped over one of her legs, the bird guy is hopefully clinging to another leg, and the ticket is tucked between the segments of her tarsus. He might be a little ruffled... she pats him carefully on his small, damp, feathery head, and starts carrying him inside the train.
yilingdaddy: (J3Eob05)

<3

[personal profile] yilingdaddy 2020-02-01 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
Wuxian is distantly aware that Wangji isn't the only one to leave, but as long as it wasn't Sizhui, he didn't care enough to try and stop them. Because family. Maybe it's cold of him, but he can't help it.

But when he feels someone reach for his hand and speak to him, he pauses and looks down at one of the first people he'd met, and tries for a smile as he squeezes the small hand.

"Mm...I'll be alright, Romeo. Lan Zhan...just has things to do back home."

Firmly in denial that this was against Hanguang-Jun's control.
knifewithnoname: (I dislike you)

Arrival

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-02-01 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
She had bounced off the train once they arrived though she had taken the time to go to her room and find her waterproof coat. She had enough of cold and wet. It was all stupid.

She frowned when she heard the screaming. It was not a human scream. Not at all. She tracked down the sound quickly and glared at the bird. She jabbed her finger in its direction. "Be shutting up."

Why was there a bird? Did it belong to someone? Why was it making such a noise?
marriedanidiot: (grief)

Platform

[personal profile] marriedanidiot 2020-02-01 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
Nerdanel recognises that agonised tone of voice - how many times has she heard it herself, in her dreams, in the tears of the Noldor who did not follow her husband?

"Youngling?" She murmurs, coming over to touch his arm gently.
eyeslikeblood: (regret; relief turns to)

Closed section obv

[personal profile] eyeslikeblood 2020-02-01 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
As weak as he was, as disoriented from starvation and dehydration and a host of other issues that had somehow just subsided into the background as unimportant set against the grand failure of his rule, Gyousou noticed the shift. Even as a general, it would have been strange if he had not. One moment, he was testing the give of the chains shackling him to the pillar in front of his subjects, trying to process the sounds of combat coming from the direction of the King's dais. Thinking, no, thinking, please, let Kouri survive this. Let him have enough support that he might select a new king. Let him not despair.

He understood too much of Kouri's heart to truly believe that the last of those prayers would be answered. He had met kirin whose first kings had fallen, and wished he could spare Kouri that. Wished that he had not misjudged so badly, in the end, to force such a duty.

But that was all the previous moment. Now-- so quickly that he could not initially process it-- he was standing free, the only weight at his back some kind of satchel. His clothes-- ill-fitting robes to give the impression of an ill-fitting king, some last pageantry-- had changed, pulled at his skin in less unpleasant ways, not half-stuck to his body with blood and fluids.

The rain. He tilted his head up without thinking, parched mouth opening just enough for some droplets to hit his tongue. It would never rain in Tai in this season. The fog, too. Tai was clear, cold. That commotion he had heard. A meishoku? Only one person could have affected such a powerful change.

The rain had wet his throat enough that he could clear it. "Kouri," he called, bewildered.
stealsyourheart: (smile for me)

flute~

[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2020-02-01 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
"That's some really sad music, Wei-san. Did something bad happen?"