Intro: Into the Void

[voidtreckermods]

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.

Comments

[knifewithnoname]

On the platform

The girl froze in the steam. She had no idea how she had gotten here, the last thing she remembered was Kant sending her back to her room after they had spoken. For one last night before their journey to the mountains. Now she was here, in heavy clothing. Her feet were heavy too, shoes. Not just any shoes but big clompy boots that encased her whole foot and ankle.

Had Kant drugged her? That would explain the lost time, but he should have no reason. She would not have tried to run, she had done what they wanted. She had proved herself. She looked around as the fog began to thin. Other people, people she didn't recognise.

She wrinkled her nose but very quickly she saw something even stranger. A black... She has no idea what it is, but it is the source of the steam. Black and shiny and huge. She moved towards it cautiously, a curious hand coming up as if to touch but then jerking back as there was a hissing sound and the door opened.

"What do it be being?" A whisper almost. Her voice is still far away from her, cracked with disuse. But this... This is enough to jolt her from the fog she's been obscured in the last few days.

The train.

She got on the train more out of curiosity than anything else. She wandered through the carriages, sometimes reaching out to touch things. Everything was so... She had no idea what most of it was. Shiny and clean but at the same time strange and alien.

She paused to read the screens, wrinkling her nose as she did so. A lot of that made little sense to her, but she understood that cabin was a room, like on a ship.

Was this some kind of weird ship?

She can be found poking things as she made her way to the sleeper cabins.

Cabin 1:C

There were names on the doors but as she doesn't have a name she didn't bother reading them, instead she waved the ticket that had been in her hand when she had first 'awoke' in front of all of the screens until one opened.

Once in she looked around in amazement. She clambered up onto one of the top bunks and began searching through the bag on her back. More weird clothes, everything was red. Her dagger was there too though so that was good.

Soon she had a pile of clothes around her on the bed and had managed to pull the sleeping bag out of it's stuff sack and was examining it with a frown. What is it?

Departure

The movement startles her, but she has already figured this is some kind of ship, even if there is no water. The voice from no where makes her jump. She scrambles to her feet, still on her bed, ignoring the instruction to stay steated. This proves a mistake a moment later when the train lurches and rolls. She tumbles off the bed with a yelp and lands in a heap on the floor.

[hashtagparkerluck]

{ On the Platform }

[ Peter wakes with a start. His spideysense is buzzing gently and he sits up, glancing around to see what's going on. All at once he's aware that he's not on that Spaceship he'd fallen asleep on? He doesn't remember falling asleep but he must have. Were they... wherever that spaceship was headed? Did Mr Stark put him here so he'd stay out of the big stuff? That's so unfair! ]

[ wait. ]

[ Why is his spideysense going off? It wasn't like a danger sense-it was just a soft kind of buzzing? He gets up and notes- ]

What the-Where are my webshooters? Where's my suit?

[ He asks no one in particular before he decides to check the backpack he'd been left that's definitely not one of the seventeen backpacks he'd managed to lose since becoming Spider-Man. He sifts through the things in the backpack before he lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of his web-shooters. At least he has those. ]

[ He affixes them to his wrists just in case he needs them and glances around again, the fog or mist or whatever is was starting to clear. Oh! There's people. Maybe that's why his Spideysense was buzzing at him. ]

Hey! [ He approaches the nearest one. ] Any idea where we are? 'Cause I just woke up here like two minutes ago-and these aren't even my clothes by the way-I just woke up in them.



{ Carriages }

[ Peter's heart is a little heavier than it had been upon waking up at the weird train station but he hides it about as well as he can as he moves to his sleeper cabin. Right-those messages did say something about a ticket. What happens if he does lose it? He drops the backpack on the ground and searches it once again. ]

[ It would be just his luck really, if he managed to lose it. Maybe it fell out while he was going through things before-aha! Parker Luck didn't manage to screw up his day this time! ]

[ ... ]

[ Well. It had, considering he's now on this weird train. Just... it's a small victory. It counts. ]

First I was out in space and now I'm on some sketchy train. I really should have just stayed on the bus.

[ He grumbles as he swipes the ticket. ]



{ Departure }

[ Peter's in the middle of just exploring the train at the moment his Spideysense spike very suddenly and that announcement comes on. Seated? He glances around, every fiber of his being suddenly screaming at him to do something. What? He has absolutely no idea. ]

[ The moment the train jolts, Peter's tossed a bit violently to one side, letting out a grunt of surprise and then relying on his sticking powers to plant himself firmly in one place. ]

[ His victory is very short lived as his winces horribly at that bright light. Sometimes, he really did hate having such enhances senses. He groans and then everything is back to normal. ]

[ No more Spideysense. ]

...Okay, that was weird.

[runs_on_batteries]

[ooc: **Very minor Endgame Spoiler- He's injured after being mid-battle. That's all I'm going to give away right now. I'll put up a new CW if any other spoilers come up.]

On the Platform- Locked to Peter Parker
The ringing in his ears were deafening at first, as was the smoke around him making it hard to see or breathe. Slowly, the ringing dulled and the smoke mixed with better oxygen. The pain, though. It was threatening to take him under. It made difficult to push past it enough to sense anything else. He took a few ragged breaths, before coughing. His lungs were raw from exertion and everything else he'd just been experiencing. He spat some blood onto the ground he was only barely holding himself up from on his hands and knees.

It gradually dawned on him that the ground he was looking at, wasn't the battle field he'd just been in. It took more effort than it should to look around. There was some kind of white smoke, but it was fading fast. Looking down again, he saw his hand covered in cuts and bruises but bare, except his wedding band. Confused, his gaze traveled further up at the red hoodie sleeve and.. what the hell?

With blood shot eyes, openly bleeding cuts and bruises on his face, he looks around and finally notices other people around around him. He tries to get up, but can't quite do it between his injuries, the pain, and his intermitten coughing.

The Train- OTA

Peter had helped him get on the train. It would've been a kick to the ego if it had been anyone else. He was doing his best not completely losing his shit over the fact that he'd obviously died and was going to the afterlife or whatever and Peter was on the train with him.

Nope. Not getting choked up about that. Not now. Where.. oh, right. Peter had left him to get him some water or the first aid kit or something.. he honestly couldn't remember. His mind wasn't working too well right now. All he could do is stay in the seat Peter had put him in and hold the cloth he'd been given to the gash on the side of his brow.

The Cabins/ Departure- OTA

It's later in the day when Tony finds his cabin. He's brought in leaning on Peter's shoulder. Whoever is already in the cabin is ignored, beyond a quick glance their direction. Without needing to ask, the young man helps him onto one of the lower bunks where he practically collapses. His cuts are freshly bandaged and he groans as Peter helps him lay down.

Before Peter can go anywhere though, Tony catches his arm. He looks like he's about to say more but finally just lets him go with a weak, "Thanks, Kid. Go on, I'll be fine."

With a pained groan, he doesn't seem inclined to start a conversation (but he will talk if someone else does). This is also where he is when the train starts and he lets out a cry of pain and a stream of curses when it throws him against the wall and then off the bed. ... which is where he will stay till someone helps him!

[ooc- This was okayed ahead of time by Kinzie/ Peter]

[enthunder]

On the Platform

At first all she can feel - all she can see - is the ache of her body being pulled apart by the fading Manikin portal. The boiling energies of Discord against her oversensitised skin. The last dying sighs of her friends, pained - oh, it hurts - but brimming with satisfaction as their foes scream and crumble. Leave the rest safe. She fancies she almost sees the Warrior of Light through the growing mist, and manages a smile for him. Your turn, she tries to say.

She fades too. Allows herself to drift. And then... she's fine. So quickly that it has her reeling. Her head feels clear, her body whole, and-- the exhaustion hits her, making her waver again, but she straightens as her vision clears of the mist - no, the steam - and she gets a look at one of the weirdest trains she's ever seen.

A little girl is ahead of her, eyeing the train like it's going to attack her. A guy and his kid are having a moment off to one side, and she looks away uncomfortably, scanning the rest of the people. No one she knows.

"Figures," she murmurs, walking towards the open door of the nearest carriage.

Departure

Lightning had been sitting in the main car in a haze of increasing disquiet as the clangs and exclamations of nine other people exploring the train continued. She'd accepted the situation easily, as only someone with irrevocable divine amnesia could, dismissing what she couldn't change in favour of what she could. But that list was very short, and just left her with waiting, coiled like a spring, for the moment the blade fell.

And fall it did. Her head snapped up everything happened at once - the doors closing, the voice overhead, the shudder of a vehicle underway. Her mouth half-formed a question - Voidspace? - before twisting into a strangled sound of pain from the light searing through her brain.

Carriages - Cabin 1A

It's some time after their departure from, well, reality that she's found in her cabin, having claimed the bunk below Peter's so she doesn't have to squabble with anyone for space. Sat with her back against the outer wall of the cabin, the vibrations from their travel are barely discernible, and she's going through the contents of her pack. Nothing in it hints to their purpose, why they've been called, unless they're expected to go on a nature hike.

"What are we meant to be doing here?" She asks, unsure if she expects an answer.

Lavender Murders: For Peter and Tony (disclaimer: no actual spider teens were murdered)

[hibana_incursa]

Gwen was in a bit of a bad mood by this point. It was a few hours after the train started moving and Gwen had tried three times to get into the front carriage to talk to whoever was driving this nonsense. But it was locked. And her spider-strength was of no use. She still had it, sure. She could feel it as she tried to pull the door open, but nothing. Even knocking didn't produce any results. So she went to explore the other carriages and everything was fine. Everything was fine and dandy, until she got to one particular carriage. Namely, the dressing carriage.

Something about it had her Spider-Sense tingling, almost unpleasantly. She could feel a faint bit of worry rising in her chest, but she wanted to know why her Spider-Sense wasn't fond of this room in particular. What was behind that door? How bad was it? Were people in danger? She's asking for a friend.

The friend is her. She is that friend.

And she's in trouble. Not to a life-threatening degree, no. But if her Spider-Sense is telling her something is wrong, and there were people on the train, she wanted to know how wrong so she could do something about it.

The second she opens the door, however, she's fully aware that it's only trouble for her.

While others may say the scent of lavender is very faint, Gwen feels like she was slapped in the face and lungs with it and her reaction is damn near immediate.

There's stumbling backwards as she rubs at her eyes, already feeling them itching and burning, and her lungs are trying their best to get the lavender out out out out right now get it out!

So backwards her Spider-Sense carries her, blinded for life she's sure, and coughing in what she thinks is her first asthma attack in years.

There's a voice behind her, one vaguely familiar, but she's too alarmed to notice and whoever it is gets walked right into.

Feeling herself falling backwards, one arm points upward and it's a quick press of her fingers to the button in the middle of her hand, activating her webshooters with a soft hiss and thwip and Gwen grabs onto the strand of webbing, keeping herself from falling over entirely.

Never mind the fact that this is going to raise a lot of questions, Gwen can't breathe, her head and sinuses are on fire and she needs a god damn minute to reorient herself, the door to the room of death still open and swaying with each rock of the train.

[siriusly]

Moving through cabin cars
Amidst the slow-moving throng of boarders both bewildered and confused, one Manabu Yuuki lets out a massive yawn. It hasn't sunken in yet that this train isn't one of the early express lines back up to HQ -- sometimes a train is just a train! Never mind that aside from his uniform and sidearm, his bag of stuff seems absent! Could've already been loaded on for all this sleepy head knows.

"Aa...Mm, sorry." He drowsily sidesteps for those cutting past, in no hurry at all to get back to work. Man, it feels like he's slept a thousand years, his head all muddled up with a mix of memories new and old. Something about Nonah? But Nonah's not on the list of planets...

"Eh...?"

Holding up the line, Manabu squints at his ticket, discovering that he's overshot by two whole cabins. He clicks his tongue and sighs, looking back over his shoulder, smiling apologetically at whomever wound up behind him.

"Aa, sorry--I think I got turned around. On a train and everything!" He laughs weakly.



Cabin 1:B, Departure
Wait a minute.

Bunk-cars? Really? Was there a shortage of day-trip cars or something? That's not really a big deal, but...

Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express.

Manabu frowns, tilting an ear toward the speaker. Voidtrecker? He's not heard that one before. Sounds kind of...spooky, honestly. Like the ghost train? But if it's still a Galaxy Railways exclusive, then it's fine, so...

Wait.

Manabu grabs one of the information cards, squinting, flipping it over, scanning it, feeling a bit of unease even as he obediently sits down. It just means he can pop right back up very dramatically.

"This...this train isn't SDF-run?! But--How--wai-GYAHH!"

There is a reason passengers are to remain seated, and it's because if they don't, they tumble and go spilling into the aisles. Like so!

[thebiggestguy]

All Aboard

The billowing steam ought to be tugging at his coat... except he wasn't wearing it any more. What he was wearing strained at the seams as he folded his arms. Hopefully wearing it would break it in a little.

"Just another day," he said to himself, as the fringe of hair flicked to one side and showed a glimpse of the mismatched, pale eye beneath. No armor, no gloves or goggles, no boots or greaves, and a strangely light pack taking the place of his normal hauling gear.

But then again, he didn't really need those things. With a deep breath, Dread began gathering power, opening his chakras one after the other in a swirl of energy that coursed around him. The usual pre-battle preparations. Never go into unusual circumstances with your chakras closed.

Train Train, Take Us Away

Not surprisingly, Dread didn't take a seat when so ordered -- so the sudden lurch made him stagger to one side. Nothing more, though; he regained his balance quickly, putting one hand against the wall to straighten himself up.

"Committed now..."

Better to find out who's on this ride with them. Turning, Dread paced down the hallway, checking other sleepers and other cabins for signs of life.

[sweetnessandfight]

On the Platform

Sarai could have sworn the last thing she'd heard was the Calling--but now, she was not on the star-strewn vista it created. Instead, she's (almost, but not quite) thankful to see a train.

A train.

Well, at least the script on the side proved it wasn't a certain train she'd encountered before, so maybe it was safe...not that she was entirely thrilled to be absent her bow or her armor. The clothes weren't entirely strange, but strange enough--that hood would never fit over all her horns. What were they thinking??


The Train

Peering at the screen on tiptoe, she glances at the color of her shirt. If this is a uniform (she guesses), she's Purple, and thus she's on meal duty.

"Well!" That's said brightly to no one in particular, and she smiles, clicking her clawed hands briefly over the screen without any real intent to try to make it do anything. "At least cooking's something I can do, and do well, also!"

She certainly seems pleased with herself!


Departure

Train is starting to move?? Having something like sense, Sarai throws herself into a seat and hangs on for dear life. She's been literally thrown about before, and she has absolutely no desire to repeat the process, though her eyes are quite wide as the train shifts into the Void. That's more disturbing to her than she'd really care to admit...

[mtsilver_conquor]

The Train
[Outside of the compelling feeling to 'stop checking the train out and get on it', Eva is slightly alarmed and nonplused about everything. She's no stranger to weirdness, but even this takes the cake and she's honestly upset that her clothes have been replaced with clothes that don't even have a proper belt she can hook Princess's pokeball to.

But she's also curious about the train and fellow passengers, and can be found walking the length of it, Princess riding shotgun on her shoulder/rucksack, the pink pseudo-rabbit-like pokemon's vestigial wings flared for balance.

At some point, she does stop and look at a screen.] -Month of Apple? Really?

[Say what?]


Departure
[It's only via a combo of luck, experience with sudden lurches/jolts (Look, take off on a fearow sure is Something), and having experienced at least one janky teleport landing gone wrong that she manages to stay upright.

Barely. Her pokemon isn't so lucky. Princess takes a tumble, wings only marginally useful in slowing the fall.] Princess!

[The clefairy shakes himself with small 'pi-ai' like sound as he sits up.] Ugh.. Next time we're going to sit, ok>?


[Later on, she can be found in one of the seats in the Standard Coach, chin in hand as she stares out at the void every so often. Princess is curled up on the table and seems to be snoring.]

[priforprince]

[ On the Platform ]

Shikyoin Hibiki does not recall accepting a job offer for a printergalactic tour. She certainly doesn't recall signing up for one with a dress code, and she especially doesn't recall not getting to pick or customize her clothes - even if she does manage to defy common sense and look unspeakably handsome in an orange polo shirt. (That her luggage is minimal, or otherwise nowhere to be seen, does not bother her. Taking care of such amenities has always been unworthy of her attention.)

"What the...?" She looks around. Nothing. Anywhere. She runs into the fog. Nothing there. "What's the meaning of this???"

She shall continue to stalk the platform, the inexplicable urge to board the train rising. She shan't act on it, however, until that horn sounds - and the train is clearly gearing up to go.



If you're already on, maybe help her make the jump? She's rushing for the door, not understanding where this sudden panic came from but also not one to resist her own impulses. Should you just be standing in the way, however...look out. She's taking a graceful flying leap. Glitter trailing in her wake.

Printergalactic tour - so be it!

[ Carriages ]

"Shared accommodations?!"



As you enter Cabin 1A, you will hear a crashing noise. Someone has just made the first mess in this particular living area: there's a broken teacup and a spreading puddle on the floor. The culprit is staring at the nameplate in horror, barely able to process the immense mistake already committed by some imbecile employed by this rail line.

"Impossible! For there not to be first-class sleepers....."

Hibiki turns on her heel and marches for the door, announcing her intent to everyone and no one: "I demand to speak to the conductor!"

She will, if left unimpeded, attempt to make it all the way to the engine. This will likely not go well.

Also, she left her mess behind. So that's a thing.

[ Departure ]

There is a fort in the quiet car.

Or so it seems. Someone has fetched the very fanciest of the empty suitcases from the luggage carriage and walled off one corner from all other inhabitants, stacking cases on top of each other in a makeshift barricade. (The culprit did, at least, wait until after takeoff, when it was obvious she could not leave again. This will spare any visitors the awkwardness of cases flying everywhere.)

Within this structure, Hibiki sips a second cup of tea, perusing the contents of her provided luggage. Discovering her sentence-ender-cancelling cutphones is gratifying. But the rest.....



"This is all that's provided...?" she muses aloud. "With a single bag....how does one.....travel......?"