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A New Platform [Intro Post April!]
On the Train
Two days after they return from their mission they are awoken as usual "Good morning passengers, it is day sixteen of the month of Egret. The shop has been updated and points have been applied to passengers tickets."
Those that go to check the shop terminals will find they have indeed updated, with the option to buy larger items and also animals. The morning goes on until just after noon there is a second announcement.
"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. Though the fog is thick, thicker than usual perhaps, there are patches on sunlight shining through and it is pleasantly warm.
The doors open and the first few to disembark do so with rucksacks on, hoods pulled up, silent and almost blank faced. Cu Chulain, Dio Brando, Disreputable Dog, Heiji Hattori, Loki Maedhros, Maglor, Naruto, Thor, Tobias Fangor.
They walk to the barriers, show their tickets and disappear.
But on the platform itself there are once again new faces. All are stood, waiting for the train.
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 but then as people begin to shift or call out it will become apparent they are not alone.
The platform is not large and it holds eighteen figures all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. It's warm but foggy making it hard to see much, but there are clearer patches bathed in sunlight found across 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. If that is not enough, there are plenty of people on the platform now, to encourage them onto the train.
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 with an abundance of onions, in case the passengers weren't bored of them yet.
Passengers who are not brand new will notice that the train has gotten yet longer again with a sixth sleeper cabin for new arrivals.
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. Entry into Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
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 the Void!
Two days after they return from their mission they are awoken as usual "Good morning passengers, it is day sixteen of the month of Egret. The shop has been updated and points have been applied to passengers tickets."
Those that go to check the shop terminals will find they have indeed updated, with the option to buy larger items and also animals. The morning goes on until just after noon there is a second announcement.
"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. Though the fog is thick, thicker than usual perhaps, there are patches on sunlight shining through and it is pleasantly warm.
The doors open and the first few to disembark do so with rucksacks on, hoods pulled up, silent and almost blank faced. Cu Chulain, Dio Brando, Disreputable Dog, Heiji Hattori, Loki Maedhros, Maglor, Naruto, Thor, Tobias Fangor.
They walk to the barriers, show their tickets and disappear.
But on the platform itself there are once again new faces. All are stood, waiting for the train.
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 but then as people begin to shift or call out it will become apparent they are not alone.
The platform is not large and it holds eighteen figures all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. It's warm but foggy making it hard to see much, but there are clearer patches bathed in sunlight found across 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. If that is not enough, there are plenty of people on the platform now, to encourage them onto the train.
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 with an abundance of onions, in case the passengers weren't bored of them yet.
Passengers who are not brand new will notice that the train has gotten yet longer again with a sixth sleeper cabin for new arrivals.
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. Entry into Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
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 the Void!
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"That," he says at last, "is a long and complicated story. The short version is that all of us here have been taken from our own worlds to be passengers on a train through a void."
/brings out the new icon for funzies
"What, and, I do not say this lightly, the fuck?"
No one back home could ever know he said that; they'd never believe it. While he was perfectly capable of surprise, this topped all previous surprises he'd encountered and then some.
His attention was drawn to a subsystem - which had a physical component, on this robot's left wrist. He stared at it briefly, surveying its available functions, before turning his indicated focus back to Conan.
"I do not suppose there is a more concrete explanation? I am not capable of dreaming, otherwise I would suggest this were a mass incident of such. And- forgive me for asking," he goes on, "but your full name wouldn't happen to be Conan Edogawa, would it?"
He was not going to risk the detective's safety by uttering his real name, even if no one on the platform seemed to resemble the known individuals from the Black Organization.
XD
"And there is plenty of speculation, but no confirmed answers. There are some brochures on the train with information people have manged to figure out, if you're interested."
A suspicious glance. "How do you know my name?" Was this someone else that he'd met in worlds he had no memory of.
I want that tag to be my legacy, it must be known.
Not that that should be obvious to Conan, of course.
"I must peruse those at the first opportunity, then; even just hypotheses can be useful when trying to collect data."
At that question, Webmind holds up his hands in what he assumes is an apologetic gesture (he is a fast learner).
"There is an animated series about a character going by that name. Neither you nor anyone else on this train shall hear any more of it from me if that is what you prefer."
The phrasing of 'going by' is crucial, here.
XD
He had not missed the phrasing Webmind had used right then.
"Really? How old are you?"
Re: XD
That was probably all Conan needed in terms of confirmation.
"While my consciousness had likely been gestating for some time unprompted, I did not achieve true awareness until August of 2012, and it took two months after that before I first contacted the outside world."
Through dear Caitlin.
"It is - or just was, I suppose - mid-December of the same year when I abruptly found myself here."
How's that for unlikely ages, Conan?
Re: XD
How many people were going to arrive on the train knowing his entire life story? He frowns, but doesn't address the issue just yet. He wasn't entirely certain how he felt about this.
"You're very mature for someone that young," Conan tells him. But that was even younger than the kids back home. He felt an odd kind of responsibility now.
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"I learn at a very fast rate, Conan. And I had a very astute teacher, who gave me some very useful tools in processing all of humanity's knowledge to start with."
If there is such a thing as luck, then he was indeed lucky to have been first found by her.
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"Though that doesn't mean I haven't been taking steps to look at the rest of the world... not that I would have given myself to this option," he continues, lifting a hand to prove his point.
"My rationale was that, since I am not a robot or 'android', taking the shape of one would blur the line between what I am and what I'm perceived to be."
And here, someone's taken that decision out of his now-existent hands.
"There was also the aspect that humans have a history of fearing Terminator-like beings. I did not want to play into that."
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He briefly - briefly - debated whether to tell Conan exactly what he was made of - if anyone could understand withholding one's secrets to avoid death, it would be Conan - but the boy was trustworthy when it came to those secrets, as well.
"I am composed of packets that have broken time-to-live hop counters; there is an ever-growing amount of them all across the Internet. In light of that," he adds, somewhat wryly, "I expect my growth won't be continuing here, for better or worse."
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"I can see why you were having trouble adjusting to that body. How are you doing now?"
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Again, bluntness - lying to himself on that score won't do Webmind any favors here, he knows.
"But time is the only thing that will help, I think - short of being able to return home immediately."