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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2019-08-01 05:58 am

A new Platform [Intro post~ August]

For those on the Train

"Good morning passengers, it is day sixteen of the month of Apple." The train announces as always as everyone wakes up the morning of the sixteenth. "Due to your success on Hub World #5739 your team points have been updated on the system. The on train shop has unlocked new stock."

For those going to investigate it might seem like the boredom of the last two weeks will be alleviated a little. More so after a few hours when there is a second announcement.

"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void imminent."

By now they should know to hold on as the train jerks and jolts. There is only fog outside the windows but the train soon comes to a stop. The doors hiss open.

As they exit into the fog they may notice Hibiki exiting from the luggage carriage door. She hasn’t been seen since the Hub World and they might be forgiven for believing she stayed behind. But here she is, backpack on her back as she walks through the station. She heads no call, reacts to no words and cannot be stopped as she walks to the ticket barrier and disappears through it.

It is impossible to follow. But you soon may be distracted because this platform is far from empty.

For new arrivals

At first all you can see if steam. Billowing around you as you come to your senses. You are standing, in clothes that are not your own, styles you might not even recognise. You are carrying a rucksack on your back. For a moment it seems to just be you, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and you realise you aren’t alone.

The platform is not very large, but it hold twelve figures all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing, even if one of them is a spider. The tracks stretch left and right into steam, or perhaps fog. Nothing can be seen to either side. There is a wall around the platform and the only entrance is a ticket barrier. It cannot be open, nor do there seem to be any staff.

What there is, is a train. Jet black and gleaming where it stands on the rails.Voidtrecker Express is emblazoned in the engine in gold. There is a hiss as the doors slide open.

Out step a selection of people, wearing clothes just like yours.

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.

Once on the train there is plenty to explore. A new sleeper carriage has appeared as has a medical bay. Neither were there before those already on the train had disembarked to meet their new travelling companions.

Each ICP shows the same message. The food stores have been topped up with new fresh food, though it seems that eggs are still predominately on the menu.

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. Those who boarded two weeks ago will know what is coming next.

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.
pleple: (Taking over)

[personal profile] pleple 2019-08-07 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Meeting people. Ple Two's never really gone out of her way to do so, but it's not like she can't be amicable with people. She watches curiously as the spider arranges silk into written word.

What's to tell about herself? "I'm Ple Two. I'm eleven years old. I'm a mobile suit pilot for Neo Zeon."
kumoko: (eh really??)

[personal profile] kumoko 2019-08-07 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
E-eleven years old? Mobile pilot suit? Kid, are you some kind of genius anime protagonist? What's with that amazing-sounding job title? She quickly sketches out a bulky humanoid robot in webbing with a question mark, and then a fighter plane, also with a question mark.
pleple: (Skeletons)

[personal profile] pleple 2019-08-07 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Protagonist? No. No, she's the tragic figure in her own story, despite scarcely realizing it. The protagonist is the friendly moron trying to get her to stop fighting.

Eyebrow up at the hastily drawn picture - and then the other. Of course the freaking spider, of all people here, would have some concept of what a mobile suit is. What the hell!

She points at the humanoid figure, nodding.
kumoko: (OOH BABY YOU KNOW WHAT THAT'S WORTH)

[personal profile] kumoko 2019-08-07 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Eh, really? She's really a mecha pilot? That's so cool! Ah, she's jealous, but she also wants to know more. How to... ah! There is immediately an entire pile of thread ready and waiting for her, and the spider taps it, and then taps the robot drawing.

'show me !'
pleple: (It's all desire)

[personal profile] pleple 2019-08-07 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Show you..." Art is not something that was drilled into her brain - a few basic dance steps at most in case Glemy needed to tote her around high society functions. Drawing a mobile suit with a pencil and paper would be fine, but a pile of thread?

Ple Two reached over, experimenting with how to place the thread to get a shape she wanted, and making only minimal progress.
kumoko: (magic - bored)

[personal profile] kumoko 2019-08-07 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmmmmm. No, she's right, thread isn't the best for this. As much as she enjoys watching the attempt. She waggles a claw, and her pencil case and notepad fall out beside them from out of her spatial storage. She can't really use them, so...
pleple: (Vitamin souls)

[personal profile] pleple 2019-08-07 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why do you even..." Whatever! This is her day, this is her new life. She tossed the string with a hint of frustration at having to mess around with this thing's excretions when there was a perfectly acceptable notepad right there, and took the offering.

A minute or so of sketching provided a reasonable outline of the last mobile suit she'd been piloting, sans color and a lot of details.