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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2019-09-01 07:34 am

A new platform [intro post September]

For those on the train

“Good morning passengers, it is day one of the month of Bassoon.” The train announces the morning the month changes. It seems the train counts months in days of thirty. Team Points have been updated on the system.

The day continues as most days do, chores, eating, getting ready for another day. But those who suspect that a change of month may bring something else are correct. It is only an hour or two later that there is another announcement.

“Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void imminent.”

By now they should know to hold on as the train jerks and jolts. There is only fog outside the windows but the train soon comes to a stop. The doors hiss open.

As they exit into the fog they may notice Evie exiting from the luggage carriage door. Much like Hibiki the last time they were on a platform. She leaves the train, backpack on her back as she walks through the station. She heads no call, reacts to no words and cannot be stopped as she walks to the ticket barrier and disappears through it.

Strange. But even stranger still is that there on the platform that whole time is Evie. Dressed in purple, backpack on back, with her are others. Waiting for the train.

For new arrivals

At first all they can see if steam. Billowing around them as they come to their senses. They are standing, in clothes that are not their own, styles they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on your back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.

The platform is not very large, but it hold twelve figures 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 ticket barrier. 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.

Out step a selection of people, some less human than others, wearing clothes just like those worn by those on the platform.

The Train

The doors hiss open. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there is anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would not be a good thing.

Once on board there is lots to explore. Passengers both old and new will hopefully be delighted to see the boredom of this train journey is somewhat alleviated by the introduction of a game carriage. Plenty of games, both familiar and new to play with your new travelling companions.
Each ICP shows the same message. If Red team go and look they will find a box in the luggage compartment that contains their prize. A dralite themed cake lolly each. There are enough for the new members of Red team too, share in your teams previous success!

The food stores have been topped up with new fresh food. Salmon has taken over as the primary ingredient of choice. Hopefully everyone likes fish!

New passengers will find their tickets allow them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!

Room is tight 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 hopefully find a pillow for your bed if it has not been nabbed by a roommate, there are also spare blankets for if it gets cold.

Departure

A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers and the doors slide shut. For those who boarded two weeks ago they will know what is coming next.

The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view as it picks up speed.

"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express.” A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "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 begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog filled sky.

"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."

Hopefully someone warns you that you really want to heed that warning because a moment later there is a shudder, a jolt, a lurch to the left. A flash of light, colourful and 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 kaleidoscope of ever changing colours.

Welcome to voidspace.
sell_tickets: (Managed!)

Re: New Arrival: Kaito Kuroba

[personal profile] sell_tickets 2019-09-02 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Khary had been poking around in the kitchen when someone poked his head in. "Not a bit," he said cheerfully. Okay, so he was sure this was a Tangled Web, so in that sense he knew exactly what was going on here. But in the specifics of this web? Nope. And since he was planning to ride it until he was found and rescued, he was playing along with the rules while subtly looking for a hint as to how to escape.
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[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2019-09-02 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"As new as me then. Ah well. Are you trying to cook something?"
sell_tickets: (Managed!)

[personal profile] sell_tickets 2019-09-02 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Since the person who was asking was male, he could respond without wondering if he was about to lose his head. "Succeeding, actually."
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[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2019-09-02 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh." He eyes the kitchen speculatively but stays in the doorway. Some cooks don't like being bothered, after all.

"That's good then. Apparently we have rosters. Are you on the cooking team?"
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[personal profile] sell_tickets 2019-09-02 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Not sure, but since I don't want to be skinned alive for being in a strange place without food, I'm preparing some. I don't mind sharing, if you want. I've already tested it all for poison." Not that failing to find anything meant anything in a Black Widow's trap....
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[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2019-09-02 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"I doubt anyone is doing any skinning." He says dryly.

"I don't mind, if you don't."
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Cw minor gore mention.

[personal profile] sell_tickets 2019-09-03 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Clearly you've never met Lucivar Yaslana," he said with a laugh, considered. "Or Surreal. I could see Surreal skinning someone while they were alive. Probably wouldn't even bother to use a knife." He had no clue how right he was.

"And I did offer."
stealsyourheart: (U M WHAT)

[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2019-09-03 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
He gives him a concerned look.

"Ew? And your world sounds terrible."
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[personal profile] sell_tickets 2019-09-03 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
He laughed. "I disagree, but then I fit in there quite well myself." Warning delivered. All the warning he intended to give to the weaver of this web, or the people she populated it with. Since he still wasn't fully certain if they were constructs or the web, or other minds tangled with his, he was erring on the side of presuming they were actual people. For now. But the more he learned of them the more he questioned that. And then wondered who would go to the effort of making things so different. The impossibility of some of the things he'd learned about the people here made it all the more likely that it they were actually real. Impossible notions and all.
stealsyourheart: (U M WHAT)

[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2019-09-03 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Kaito stares at him, and then eyes the dish warily.

"Yyyyyyyyyyyyeah I think. Imma pass on that meal."
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[personal profile] sell_tickets 2019-09-03 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
He laughed. "Plant your feet," he said easily, still chuckling. "I have no poisons with me, and even if I did, no cause to use them at the moment."
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[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2019-09-03 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"You say that, and you also just told me you're from a world where people get skinned while alive and you fit in." He says flatly.

"Sorry, but I don't think I feel like risking it."
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[personal profile] sell_tickets 2019-09-03 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He grinned. "Alright, suit yourself." Wow, some people were so easily shaken by a simple warning. It was very much amusing. Mostly because he knew he had no cause to harm anyone here, so he could afford to be amused.
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[personal profile] stealsyourheart 2019-09-04 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Think I will, thanks."

He shakes his head and backs out. Maybe he should... tell the Detective to keep an eye out...
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[personal profile] sell_tickets 2019-09-04 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
And wouldn't that just be fun?

Unaware of those thoughts he goes back to cooking. He sets a knife to chopping the carrots on its own and a peeler to working on the potatoes while he washes the turnips at the sink. Unaware that this would look at all odd to anyone. Still very much aware of his audience, however.