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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2019-07-01 06:05 am

Intro: Into the Void

On the Platform

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 ten people all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing. 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 security gate. 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.

Boarding, it seems, is the only option.

The Train

A horn sounds and anyone not on the train will feed the need to board immediately. The train is empty. But it seems ready for you. The stores are full of food, the carriages are all clean. Every screen on the train is showing the same message.

The luggage carriage, strangely, seems full of luggage. Or at least the cases. Suitcases, bags, trunks. All empty. But it at least will make good storage for your own bags once you have unpacked.

Carriages

Just like the message reads, your ticket is required to enter your cabin. The names are written on screens outside each cabin but once you are inside bed choice seems to be up to you. It might mean there is a fight for the top bunk.

Room is right 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 find a pillow for each bed as well as extra blankets, in case it gets cold.

Departure

A second horn, to encourage any stragglers to enter and then the doors slide shut. It seems, for good or for ill you are riding this train to… wherever it is going.

"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. The train begins to move, shuddering along the tracks, fog obscuring the view from the windows.

"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 tilts, the movement changes. It seems, as impossible as it might seem to some, that this train is flying.

"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."
A shudder runs through the train. A lurch to the left, a jolt to right, the feeling of going far too fast and then a flash, bright colours that are almost 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 multicoloured ever shifting void.

Your journey has begun.
priforprince: (mast)

[personal profile] priforprince 2019-07-02 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
“I am unaccustomed to settling.” Ignoring the teacup matter entirely, Hibiki flicks a glance backwards (this intrusion is unworthy of an entire turn of her head). So not only are the sleeping cars communal, upstarts believe she’d willingly relinquish a top berth. Absurd. How fortunate that she won’t be remaining here.

Assessment of the situation concluded, she folds her arms. “In any case, prior success or failure is immaterial. An exception will absolutely be made for me.”

Now, train! Produce your adprinistrator! In sight of this young man would be best. As a demonstration.
hashtagparkerluck: (p5Ntwl8)

[personal profile] hashtagparkerluck 2019-07-02 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
A look passes his face that says exactly what he thinks of that comment. Were rich people really always so upset about having to share? He rolls his eyes and fully sits up on the bed.

"I really don't think it will-They didn't make an exception for Mr Stark-a literal billionaire, I doubt they make an exception for you. You can try though-I won't stop you." He yawns and flops back down on the mattress.

"I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Parker."
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[personal profile] priforprince 2019-07-02 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Hibiki is absorbed enough in her perusal of the bag’s contents that her audience goes, for the moment, unnoticed. Shifting spare shirts out of the way (honestly, why orange?), she begins unpacking through the various sensible items, then frowns.

“What a drastically uninspiring assortment.....” Her towel is produced, scrutinized. Everything in this bag....it’s what staff should supply her. Being made to tote it around herself fills her with an unspeakable sense of foreboding. “Why should I personally carry such an item?”

To continue her inspection of the bag, she tosses the towel aside. Unintentionally covering Little One’s hidey hole.
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[personal profile] priforprince 2019-07-02 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
“Hibiki Shikyoin.”

Said less out of decorum and more almost as a means of making a point. Given everything else that’s befallen her today, Hibiki wouldn’t be surprised to not be recognized....but just in case. Just in case!

She sighs. “Is this ‘Mr. Stark’ in the vicinity? Until the conductor makes their appearance, a billionaire will suffice.”

...Though. She has just noticed that Peter is wearing a purple version of the same clothes she’s been provided. Hibiki is doing her utmost to not let this distract her, but.....

Could the people running this operation truly be so twisted as to mix up theme colors?!
priforprince: (stoic)

Train Train

[personal profile] priforprince 2019-07-02 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Whether this is a sign of “life” is up for debate, but a wall of suitcases has been erected in one corner of the quiet car. And not just any suitcases: the person in question has selected only the ones with the most ornate buckles and other such extravagant flourishes. No dull practicality for this barricade!

Within, there is the clinking noise of ceramics against ceramics - and then a grunt. Something or someone beyond the wall is feeling decidedly unwell....
Edited 2019-07-02 14:45 (UTC)
hibana_incursa: (Default)

Now in the right god damn spot

[personal profile] hibana_incursa 2019-07-02 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
“Stop scratching. It’s not gonna help,” Gwen says once she notices what Peter is doing. “It’s taking everything I have to not claw at my neck. I totally get you.”

And there are in fact hives up the side of her neck and on part of her cheek.

Turning to Tony, she hesitates because this doesn’t really seem like the time to say anything but he did ask.

“There’s a multiverse. I don’t know how many dimensions there are in it, and I know even less about where we are. Who knows? Maybe it’s the same void I fell through almost two weeks ago when I was pulled from my own dimension. But I don’t think that’s right.” This is all said with coughing and some tight wheezing but Gwen keeps going.

“See, when I was in the wrong universe, my atoms were very pissed off about it. I don’t know if they were trying to get home or trying to kill me, but every so often they’d flip out and it hurts so much worse than what I’m going through now. It caused cellular deterioration. But none of that is happening here. It even happened when I fell through the first time. But it hasn’t. At all.”
Edited 2019-07-02 15:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sweetnessandfight 2019-07-02 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
That had her looking over her shoulder--and up, always up, but Sarai laughs anyway, and offers up a wave.

"This is not the strangest thing that has ever happened to me, so why not? Someone ought to be, I know entirely too many grumps!" Not that any of them were here now, though. And the other woman was laughing, so certainly she wasn't, either.
sweetnessandfight: (uncertain)

[personal profile] sweetnessandfight 2019-07-02 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Sudden movements...perhaps, but Sarai isn't making them at anyone in particular. She's inspecting the very odd device on her wrist, and making sure that she has this ticket that the train seems to require. She'd like to go through the bag on her back, but some instinct tells her that she probably hasn't got time for that right now.

That same instinct whispers of eyes on her, and so she does catch the child's eye. Her brows lift and she offers an entirely normal smile--despite the clawed nails and all those horns, she hasn't got a single fang to her name. She waves, tail twitching slightly.

"Hello! You're not lost, are you?" She does recognize the look on the girl's face--entirely too used to it back home, alas. Sarai expects she'll have to give the 'no, I am not a voidsent' speech any day now...
sweetnessandfight: (that was my tart!)

The Cabins/Departure

[personal profile] sweetnessandfight 2019-07-02 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the yell that gets her--she's in the cabin next door, but that has her darting out to stand in the doorway and look in on the floored man. Oh, this is not a good thing.

"Goodness, ser, you don't belong down there! Let's see if we can't get you back to at least a seated position, shall we?" Sarai is all too cheerful, perhaps, but despite being petite, she's all wiry strength--and gentle care, as it were.

"Don't move too fast. We should be underway now, so hopefully there won't be another jolt like that for a while." One could hope, couldn't they?
runs_on_batteries: (sunglasses)

CW: Endgame Spoiler

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2019-07-02 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's an understatement, sweetheart," Tony remarked with a strained laugh. The girl's English was terrible. He wondered if he was giogn to have to pull a Henry Higgins on her. That was another problem for another day, though. Right now he was weak and on the floor with only a tiny, scared girl in the room to help him. This was awkward, to say the least.

He looked back at her and his eyebrows rose a degree that she'd come a little closer to him. He found himself giving her a small smile despite feeling like crap. "No. I'm.. uh.. having some trouble with that. I'm.. I'm Tony. I have a daughter a few years younger than you. What's your name?"
runs_on_batteries: (hand on forehead)

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2019-07-02 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony gives Peter an equally odd look, but then his eyes light with realization. It took him a moment to connect what Peter was saying to what he knew, but when he does it felt like he was kicked in the gut. Peter didn't know. Peter wasn't going to know if he had any say in the matter.

"Right. I was.. just meaning.. the cloak wasn't here. That's all." Totally lying, and not a very good one at that.

This is also the first time he's noticed the rucksacks. "Where'd those come from? See if there's a cloth in one of those." He needed to stop the bleeding.
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2019-07-02 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tony was very relieved to drop down onto one of the bunks. There were top bunks too, but he doesn't even bother looking at them. He feels dizzy and weak, but too agitated to let himself just relax yet.]

No, not really. This is bad, Peter. Not.. the room- although this sucks- but this train.

[He looked up at the kid from where he was now perched on the edge of the bed.]

We've got to be careful.
runs_on_batteries: (gray tshirt)

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2019-07-02 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He couldn't argue with her on that point. As much as it made logical sense that what he was in middle of before waking up here would have ended in death, he currently felt very much alive. The pain in his system was proof enough of that.

"Were you doing something that would have ended in you dying before here?" He asks, needing further evidence on how to explain their current situation. Plus, why not engage in conversation. She was pretty, interesting, and had just helped him.
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Re: The Cabins/Departure

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2019-07-02 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ya think?" He muttered grumpily at the Peter-like woman coming into the room. That was way too cheery a tone to be using right now. If he could help it, he would've refused her help on principle. As it was though..

He groans as he's hoisted up. His legs only barely hold him as he moves with her help back to the bed. Instead of laying down though, he remains sitting on the edge and looks at her. "What's with all the war paint?" Or some people might've gone with 'thank you'.
enthunder: (think ☇ or ignore)

[personal profile] enthunder 2019-07-02 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she reaches into one of the pockets of her cargo pants and pulls out a large, serrated knife. She handles it competently, but it's not exactly a primary weapon by any stretch. ]

Practical, right? Looks like none of us got everything we'd want.
enthunder: (think ☇ you have a point)

[personal profile] enthunder 2019-07-02 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She's not the kind to lie, and sharing information is just the way of things as far as she's concerned. He seems like a smart guy, and she's aware that her own analytic ability is lacking.

"One of our enemies opened a portal to a place called the Rift," she shrugged, not sure how to explain it. "Kinda like pure chaos. If it'd stayed open, the world would'be been done for... so we decided to close it. Except there was an army between it and the six of us. Closing the portal's the last I remember." She trails off, glancing out at the station.

"How about you?"
runs_on_batteries: (devastated)

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2019-07-02 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Being dropped in a portal made of pure choas sounded like a fun way to die. He really didn't want to bond with someone, but he was having a hard time finding fault with this woman so far.

However, the personal question being turned back on him had a dark, pained expression cross his face. He closes his eyes as the last few events of the battle went through his mind. Who had survived? Who else had died? The ones he was leaving behind flashes in his mind's eye and he flinched. He feels a wave of nausea sweep over him as he thinks about the fact Peter was here with him. He wanted Peter somewhere safe, not here! The boy didn't deserve this!

Finally, he has to just shake his head. He can't talk about it. "I'm sorry. I can't." It was unfair that he'd asked and couldn't answer, but he couldn't.
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[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2019-07-02 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Little One has no idea what a superhero is but it sounds like light addled stupidity. This Mister Stark must be stupid indeed if he cares about people so much. It's a weakness. But it lets her know what kind of people she is dealing with here, at least with this Peter and this Mister Stark.

She was tempted to be as noisy as she could be just to be contrary, this boy was not someone to give order to her. But at the same time, he was older, bigger and had at least one more ally in this mister Stark than she did. She knew no one, had no idea where she was and if this was somewhere where Priestess Elena and Kant had sent her they would no be pleased to know she had made trouble. She wrinkled her nose.

"Right. I will be being like a mouse."
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[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2019-07-02 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. I did no be hearing about it before." She wrinkled her nose as she reached out to turn the thing around, what was this tail coming out of it? She followed it with her hands.

She knew a lot of things, she had lessons. She wasn't some street brat. Yet she had never heard of a void before.
enthunder: (grieve ☇ for the goddess)

[personal profile] enthunder 2019-07-02 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
She's taken aback by the abrupt shift, wrenched out of her own recollections of friends and war by the man falling into obvious pieces in front of her.

"Hey," she leans over, not touching him but one hand hovering near his shoulder. That was a whole mental journey he went through in the span of moments, and she's seen it before, or parts of it. In Kain, in Cloud, in Terra- in other people, half-clouded by the fog of lost memories. A life of loss and violence can only go on so long before you break. Her hand draws back after a moment, fingers curling helplessly. "Listen, it's fine if you can't. From here on out, we're all in this together... whatever 'this' is."
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[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2019-07-02 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Princess. It do be being called that? [Weird that someone would name an animal at all. Or a pokemon. She had never heard of pokemon before but this day is turning into a list of things she has never heard of before.

She scrunches her nose as she looks more carefully at the creature and wait a second.]
Your world? What do you be meaning?
enthunder: (sigh ☇ amused)

[personal profile] enthunder 2019-07-02 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Looking down from her towering 5'6, she shifts, aware that if anyone who knew her was here, they'd be telling Sarai in no uncertain terms that a grump was right in front of her. Luckily, those people are far away from here, so her secret is safe.

"...Call me Light."
knifewithnoname: (I don't like the look of that)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2019-07-02 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oi!" Why is there now an orange towel flying towards her, Little One jerked backwards, disturbing the nearest suitcases, which led to a chain reaction of suitcases.

This was a stupid luggage fort and not Little One's finest moment. She flailed to get out from under the bag that had fallen on her.
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[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2019-07-02 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"No." Little One said instinctively. Though technically she was lost. She had no idea where she was. But the horned woman didn't need to know that.

She's not a monster at least. Monsters can't talk. "Do you be being lost?"

Maybe she knows where they are and might be up for answering some questions. Maybe.
runs_on_batteries: (serious close)

[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2019-07-02 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony frowns at Peter when Gwen scolds him. He hadn't realized that was why Peter was scratching, but he gives the boy a warning glare. Don't make him come over there!

He listens as Gwen explains what she knows of the multiverse. It made logical sense to him even if it was a bit mind-blowing to think he was in yet another dimension after other recent events. "If that changes, you'd better let me know."

He needed to get these two some help. He hits the silver and blue sphere and again is encompassed in his metallic suit. "Friday. Set levitation at .05% and reinforce both balance and self-propelling features." The orders are said, to seemingly no one in the room. However his suit's power coils flip on and he gets to his feet, clearly with the assistance of his suit. "Don't move," he barks at the two kids and then half walks, half floats out of the room to his cabin. It's awkward and the heat from his steps could possibly be damaging the floor, but he needs to do it.

Within only a couple minutes, he returns. With a groan, he has it removed again. He looks at the teenagers, assessing their condition. "Peter, relax. Help's on the way."

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