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voidtreckerexpress2019-07-01 06:05 am
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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.
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.
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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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"Like a mouse-squeak-squeak." There's a brief moment of horror that crosses his face because that was quite possibly the stupidest thing he could said.
"Uh... please forget I said that-that was totally lame. Anyway, 1C is just over there." He gestures, trying not to blush at his own social awkwardness. "Uh-..." He pauses and frowns and notices that the name on the door isn't a name at all it's 'unnamed female' and he suddenly understands why she didn't tell him her name and why she didn't know which was her room.
She doesn't have a name. It makes Peter's heart ache just a little because he knows what it implies-he was lucky to have Aunt May and Uncle Ben to take him in, and even the five years he got with his parents-she's likely an orphan and wasn't so lucky. However, being an orphan himself he's well aware that's not a question you just ask someone.
"Uh hey, I know our kind is pretty good at bouncing back from stuff, but uh if you ever need anything, come find me, okay? Just ask for Peter-it's a small place so I'll probably be somewhere nearby and I got pretty good ears-you can just yell if you have to, okay?"
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She lifted her ticket to swipe it when he spoke again and she looked back. Their kind? What kind? He is not Gauigen. He doesn't seem shadow-sworn and he should have no way of knowing she is either. The nose wrinkle this time was confused but she nodded. "I will be yelling."
Not that she was likely to need help, not off an idiot who made mouse sounds anyways.
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"Hey, one last favor? please don't mention to Mr Stark I squeaked like a mouse like that-he'd never let me live it down." He rubs at his forehead.
"Okay, well I've got really good ears-so I'll definitely hear you. Oh-and if Mr Stark's awake tell him to go to bed."
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"I will be doing. I will be seeing you." She's sure, because as far as she can tell this is where they will be until they get... Wherever they are going.
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"Oh, and you might want tie your shoes so you don't trip." He offers at the last minute before the door closes and he's left on the other side.