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Entry tags:
- edge [ou],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- ple two [ou],
- ~x~ash [ou],
- ~x~conan edogawa [ou],
- ~x~dread thunderstorm [ou],
- ~x~evie grimhilde [ou],
- ~x~feanor [ou],
- ~x~ignis scientia [ou],
- ~x~jessie custer [au],
- ~x~kumoko [ou],
- ~x~maglor [ou],
- ~x~manabu yuuki [crau],
- ~x~peter parker [ou],
- ~x~renee corbin [ou],
- ~x~sarai thunderstorm [ou],
- ~x~tony stark [ou]
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.
"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.
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One would expect the technological progress to be slow if one-third of your country population is generally more interested in being artsy and looking pretty than actually doing something useful.
And she doesn't mangle his name .... much? It's ... almost good? But ... not quite. At least she gets the point for trying! Quenya pronunciation can be tricky. Not even all of the Eldar do it right.
"You can call me Feanaro. I use that name more often." More often meaning exclusively apart from any formal situations that happen extremely rarely. Added bonus? It's easier to pronounce! Unless you trip on the diphthong in the middle, you'll be fine!
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"There are trains on Hydaelyn, but I believe they are mostly for cargo, and mostly used by the Garlean Empire--they are far more versed in magitek than we Eorzeans are. We have a few airships that were built by Cid Garlond, but even he is a Garlean national, though he defected years ago..."
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"This is my mother's name and this one I use more often. That it is slightly easier to pronouce is an added benefit." How can he explain the concept of different names for Eldar... "We always have two names. Both parents give their child a name."
Let him try his famous good ear for languages.
"Sarangerel." He says watching her expression carefully. "How did I fare?"
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She nodded with a bit of excitement, expression brightening. "Yes! Very good! Some clans--the Dotharl and the Buduga, as an example--they might make the g a bit harder, but that is more their choice, than anything wide-spread across the tribe."
Ah, well, if she's ever bored, clearly this male is someone whose ear she can come bend. Not that many of the people on the train are boring--far from!--but the experience of being on the train? That is lacking. You can only do so much, and Sarai had left childrens' ball games behind when she'd left childhood. But here's someone to trade tales and knowledge with!
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He's not going to share the fact that his mind immediately goes on a very familiar trail. The oh, that's interesting one. Is it one word? A compound? Inflected?
It would be rude to bombard her with questions given they've just met. Then Sarai herself gives him an excuse with her comment on pronunciation.
"I would risk a guess that it might be less a stylistic choice than the need to differentiate themselves. Rarely anyone does anything purely on a whim when it comes to language. But that's speculation. Clearly, I know nothing about them."
She seems like someone with a few stories to tell.
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"You might be right, at that. The Dotharl and the Buduga are some of the more warlike of our clans--my clan was mostly peaceful. We revered the moon Dalamud before it fell, and most of my people are fisherfolk, to be honest with you."
She did have the thought to get some line and bait when she had time on their next world--and if any fish might be edible, there. Ciyesia's fauna had probably been, for the most part, but she hadn't thought about getting fish when they'd been there. Still, Sarai certainly hadn't lost any skill from her childhood.
"And I don't mind if you speculate--about my people, at least. I understand curiosity and I don't usually see any good reason to be touchy about such things--for the most part, people are people, regardless of the shapes they come in." Probably why the spider hadn't bothered her either, once she'd realized she was sentient.