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voidtreckerexpress2019-08-16 06:01 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-08-16 06:01 am
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Event: Expulsion (Day 24)
"Good morning passengers, today is the twenty fourth day of the month of Apple." The morning announcement sounds as usual as dark turns to the ever shifting colours of the void outside the train windows. Some passengers may stir. It might be that they are an early riser or bad sleeper and get out of bed the moment the announcement wakes them or perhaps they roll over and go back to sleep.
Either way the morning rolls on for a few hours whatever they might be doing. Until a sudden judder runs through the train, followed quickly by another. Much like bad turbulence. Really bad turbulence. A third follows and there is a crackling sound before an alarm starts going off blaring loudly, the lights begin flashing red, white and red again.
"Warning. Void engines failing. Warning. Void engines failing. Warning Expulsion from void imminent." More shaking, worse each time, enough to knock them over and then a bang, the train plummets into darkness and lurches, sending everyone flying...
… They never crash land. Instead they float, suspended in the air. In the darkness it is hard to orient themselves or even understand what is happening. There’s a roar in their heads as pressure builds, their ears pop. "All systems critical." Breathing is hard, for one terrifying moment there seems to be no air to breathe.
"Oxygen levels stabilising." They can breathe, the pressure in their heads fades, their ears eventually stop ringing. "Pressure levels stabilising." They are still floating, suspended in darkness. "Gravity systems critical".
Emergency lighting flickers on finally, a red glow from either end of each carriage, in the cabins and along floor strips, enabling them to move without bumping into anything. If they can figure out how to move at all that is. Outside the windows is dark. Not the blackness of the void at night but the deep vastness of space. A few moments pass, enough time to just about process that fact before the voice over the speakers is heard once more.
"Passengers of the Voidtrecker express, due to technical issues we are currently experiencing void engine failure. Thank you for your patience as we endeavour to continue our journey as quickly as possible. We ask that all passengers help in securing the train for re-entry into the Void and on behalf of the Voidtrecker Express I apologise for any inconvenience caused."
Then there is silence. Broken only, no doubt, by the passengers on this now stranded train.
(OOC: Event information is here.)
Either way the morning rolls on for a few hours whatever they might be doing. Until a sudden judder runs through the train, followed quickly by another. Much like bad turbulence. Really bad turbulence. A third follows and there is a crackling sound before an alarm starts going off blaring loudly, the lights begin flashing red, white and red again.
"Warning. Void engines failing. Warning. Void engines failing. Warning Expulsion from void imminent." More shaking, worse each time, enough to knock them over and then a bang, the train plummets into darkness and lurches, sending everyone flying...
… They never crash land. Instead they float, suspended in the air. In the darkness it is hard to orient themselves or even understand what is happening. There’s a roar in their heads as pressure builds, their ears pop. "All systems critical." Breathing is hard, for one terrifying moment there seems to be no air to breathe.
"Oxygen levels stabilising." They can breathe, the pressure in their heads fades, their ears eventually stop ringing. "Pressure levels stabilising." They are still floating, suspended in darkness. "Gravity systems critical".
Emergency lighting flickers on finally, a red glow from either end of each carriage, in the cabins and along floor strips, enabling them to move without bumping into anything. If they can figure out how to move at all that is. Outside the windows is dark. Not the blackness of the void at night but the deep vastness of space. A few moments pass, enough time to just about process that fact before the voice over the speakers is heard once more.
"Passengers of the Voidtrecker express, due to technical issues we are currently experiencing void engine failure. Thank you for your patience as we endeavour to continue our journey as quickly as possible. We ask that all passengers help in securing the train for re-entry into the Void and on behalf of the Voidtrecker Express I apologise for any inconvenience caused."
Then there is silence. Broken only, no doubt, by the passengers on this now stranded train.
(OOC: Event information is here.)
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It is already enough that he hit the upper bunk bed while trying to sit up in his place to make him upset as he’s still a little spaced out. Then everything around him shakes and than starts to float. And the howling doesn’t improve his mood.
By no small amount effort he’s able to get out of the cabin. Slowly, grabbing every possible support he can, he’s able to propel himself through the corridor in direction of kitchen. This is completely ridiculous. What kind of devilish trick that is?
The situation in the kitchen is even more dire. To his horror Feanor spots the spider, and Renee and all the cutlery free floating in the air. He knew that!!!
He knew she was up to something sinister! But no, everyone else insisted she’s friendly! Now they will see!
What are those bundles on the wall? Are they people? What is planning to do with them? What is the purpose of all those knives?
“It’s you again! Release these people immediately!”
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Well, whatever, she throws out a fan of threads, each one with a blob of adhesive web on the end, and snags as many of the floating objects as she can while they're still being held still. Sure is convenient that this girl has telekinesis, but she'll take it. Her accuracy isn't as good as it was when the system's aim assist was around, so it's good that she can even snare half with her help. And another spray of threads for the rest--
It's just that... suddenly there's an elf? Ah, crap! She automatically aimed a thread at him when he started yelling! Miss, thread! She's never wanted anything to miss so bad! ]
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So she stopped it. Probably a little too close for anyone's comfort, but it didn't hit...]
I don't think the spider's got anything to do with this, mister--she wasn't threatening me and the knives were like this when I got in here. [Also, Renee's not floating. She's got her feet on the ground as if she were a normal person--which isn't the case, since both the soles of her feet and her eyes are glowing a vague ruby color as her mutant power manifests itself.]
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She's definitely not fond of me.
[He points to the ball of spider silk floating mere inches from his face. It would have hit him if she didn't stop it.]
Thank you.
[He can hear, and see, the Power singing in her. A strange song. One he does not know nor understand. One that's not exactly human but also strangely is. One that she's comfortable revealing. That's interesting in itself. His attention no longer on the spider.]
What are you, if I may ask?
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Anyway, they're entertaining themselves. Excuse her while she just... tows all of the cutlery down. And then looks from the floating objects to the drawers, and back again, and then just stuffs the whole lot into a drawer, thread and all.
Sorted. That can be a problem for future her. Or future anyone but her. She hopes Feanor has to sort it. ]
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You're welcome. [Though his next question is met by a grimace--using her powers was more of a necessity in this instance than something Renee had wanted to expose, but...]
I'm a human mutant. Homo sapiens superior. Usually on my Earth, they just shorten it to 'mutant'. It means I have extra genetic code that gives me powers.