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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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"Related? No! We're not even from the same universe-well, I mean-I'm from the same universe as Mr Stark-but he's my-uh-I mean-I'm like his intern. For uh.. thing. Yup."
He glances back over at Gwen and offers her a sly smile.
"Also, some of you have never seen an internet meme before, and it shows."
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However, even the kids were picking up on the slip about the family. He must've given her the wrong impression earlier too. He hesitates and listens as Peter also chimes in that they weren't related. For whatever reason, it was difficult to say the words on his side. Did Peter ever have this problem? "We're.. uh.. it's complicated. We're not blood related," he attempts to say it a different way. How could he possibly call Peter, not his family when he was in every sense of the word but legal? His expression lingers on the young man in question and his heart twists painfully in his chest.
He was ignoring the other ridiculous conversation they were having, but the sound of their laughter and amused chattering was a gift he didn't feel he really deserved. "Speaking of young people.. you haven't met a little girl around here have you? About this big?" He gestures an approximate height. It might be a little off since he was now sitting down, but it should be obvious who he was talking about if they'd met her. "She's going by Buttercup."
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But, like the Peter of her world, he's her best. Even after this brief an amount of time. Still hiccuping, she hears what Peter says about memes and starts chuckling again, the hiccups still very prominent and active. They won't be going away for a while. It's Peter's fault.
At the news of a little girl...a friggin' LITTLE GIRL...there's a shift in her facial expression. It's the look of someone used to protecting people, of making it important for her to protect the people that need it and if it's a small child? She's absolutely going to find her and look out for her.
"Going by Buttercup?"
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"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I should have said thank you-instead I'm just over here spouting off memes-Thank you." He rambles out before looking up at Mr Stark. He needed to talk to him about that little girl but right now wasn't the time because while he though Tony might need to know that she might be an orphan-no one else really did.
Instead, he opts for another joke since he's already been mistaken as Tony's kid. "Hey, if we're related does that make her like my little sister?" He offers his mentor a shit-eating-grin. He's kidding, really.
Well.
Mostly.
sorry! thanks for your patience.
"Don't worry about- uh, you're both welcome. Didn't get her name, but I met a little girl..." Who almost electrocuted herself by sticking a knife in a toaster. But she doesn't say that part. They'd just worry more, and the kid was smart enough to back off. She also doesn't mention the priestess thing, because she's got a good idea of how fast these guys pick up nicknames. "Anyway, family's family. You don't need to be related to look out for each other."
No worries! Sorry we got excited and kept tagging
He rolls his eyes and looks to Lightning. "Don't encourage him!" Especially when he'd pretty much already lost this battle.