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- madoka kaname [ou],
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- ~x~ash [ou],
- ~x~conan edogawa [ou],
- ~x~curufin [crau],
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- ~x~dread thunderstorm [ou],
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- ~x~ignis scientia [ou],
- ~x~jessie custer [au],
- ~x~joscelin fitzthomas [crau],
- ~x~kaito kuroba [ou],
- ~x~kumoko [ou],
- ~x~lightning farron [ou],
- ~x~luke skywalker [au],
- ~x~maedhros [ou],
- ~x~maglor [ou],
- ~x~miles morales [ou],
- ~x~peter parker [ou],
- ~x~renee corbin [ou],
- ~x~sarai thunderstorm [ou],
- ~x~tony stark [ou]
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.
“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.
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Multi...verse. (He ponders over the word, soaking in some much longed for warmth. Curufin is alive and he finds that everything else pales in comparison.)
I don't often remember to eat. (Admitting that is shameful and he closes his eyes.) I did try to keep Kano fed.
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Maedhros too is alive, and this simple fact fills Curufin with joy. ]
Multiverse, yes. Our sages used the world universe, but they didn't have much use for the idea of multiples, in fact, most of them laughed at the idea. But it turns out the minority opinion was the correct one.
I'll bet you didn't eat, Nelyo. It's good you took care of Kano, but now you must learn to take care of yourself. But I'll help you. As soon as we board, we'll go and find the kitchen car and I'll cook for you.
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That brings you joy. You were never one to agree with the masses and this is...more interesting, I admit. I wish I was healthier to enjoy it.
(And saner. He flushes at the offer, shaking his head abruptly.)
I won't ask you to be my nursemaid. I will eat...something. (Eventually. Maybe.)
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It does bring me joy, and you're right, I was never one to agree with the majority opinion. Unless, of course, it was the Fëanorian point of view. Listen, we'll work on getting you into better shape. We'll start with healthy food, and we'll tend any injuries you have, and we'll find ways for you to exercise. And you can talk to me, say anything you need to say. If you need to talk about what happened, I'll listen.
[ Oh no you don't! No head-shaking! You nurtured Curufin when he was young, and now he's going to nurture you. XD ]
I won't be your nursemaid. I'll just be your brother. Brothers take care of one another. Don't you remember how we used to do that when any of us got whacked with a club or stabbed with a sword in battle? [ And then, of course, they all took care of Maedhros when Fingon brought him back from Angband. ]
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How misguided an opinion that became... (The Fëanorian one that is.) Words would not do any of it justice. I lived, ate, drank and slept in a nightmare with no true rest or reason to hope.
(Maedhros remembers well how Curufin helped care for him after Angband.)
How do you mend a mind, brother? Or a soul?
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The Fëanorian consensus did indeed become dark and misguided. Misguided by the Oath, for certain. I remember that time you speak of. We all understood that we were there to help you.
[ Curufin did his best. He tended his brother, combed his hair, cooked for him, and sometimes rounded up the others to come and sit on Maedhros' bed and sing songs, play music, tell stories, or just be silent loving presences. Sometimes they'd all pile into the bed and just hold him and be there if he woke from a nightmare. But they all knew the nightmare was continuous, and they poured affection and love out, so that he need not go without some light in the dark. ]
I had to mend my own mind and soul after I died, so I might have some ideas, though my situation was different than yours. Tell me what troubles you the most, in these present days?
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I should have freed you or chased you far, far from me. Then I could have taken on the Oath by myself and saved you all you suffered.
(What did it matter what became of him? His family has always mattered more - which is why his choice of ending his life prematurely was so strange and a sign of his madness.)
Are you mended? I do not wish to waste this time complaining about myself.
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I don't think there was any way you could have freed us from the Oath. We all leaped to our father's side to swear it with him, and even if it had not bound us, we'd have felt bound by our love for you. We would never have let you suffer that insanity alone.
[ Family had always mattered, with all of them. But Curufin could not blame Maedhros for ending his life, though it had grieved and horrified him when he finally heard. ]
I am not entirely mended, nor do I think I ever will be. But I am free of the Oath and healed of all its constraints on me. And I have learned to love again. I know why I am alive, now. I am here to fight for love, and never again for hate.
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My knowledge of art is sorely lacking.Maedhros can't argue with Curufin's logic, though he wishes he could.)I sometimes believe love is incredibly foolish. It might be the most foolish of emotions.
(No other emotion can bring such joy and such pain. Yet he has never been without it; he isn't sure he ever could be. Loving his family is like breathing and if he didn't have them, he wouldn't be him.)
I will keep an eye on you, brother. We will see this next journey through together.
(Then, he continues, voice softening with affection:)
I am glad you are whole. I need to see you are healed for myself. Is that asking too much of you?
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That's okay! There are a helluva lot of things I don't know about.Curufin does think there is a kind of logic in the choices they made after the Oath became the controller of their lives. They could not shake it off, but they still could love each other. ]Love may be foolish at times, but at other times it's the only sane thing in the whole universe.
[ Curufin is totally in agreement with Maedhros on the importance of love. He's never been without it either, except maybe for during the Nargothrond years, the worst time of his life. ]
We will make this journey together, wherever it takes us.
No, you're not asking too much. What can I do to show you? We're bound to run into opportunities to act with courage and compassion, and I could ask for nothing better than that.
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As time passes, I realize how little I know.That familial bond was something Maedhros had tried to hold onto desperately, yet it was the very thing that could have spelled all of their deaths when he had been taken by Morgoth. He had begged them day in and day out not to follow him and he had been relieved that they didn't. Until Fingon, of course. But by then, Maedhros had dearly needed some change - either death or a miraculous rescue.)I would be in pieces without it. (And he is in pieces because of it.) Live and if you want to love again, do so. The laws binding us on Arda do not apply here. I want you to be yourself.
(Bright, reckless and so damn spirited that there had been no way to hold him back.)
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Me too.Curufin still wishes that he and the rest of them had found some way to storm Angband, or to sneak in by the back way. It is one of the two great shames of his life that he didn't try to rescue Maedhros. But he's grateful that Fingon did. ]We all would be in pieces without love. [ Maedhros' suffering is by far the worst, though they all condemned themselves to pain when they swore the Oath for love of their father. ] But my dear brother, you must have been aware that I never did consider myself bound by those old rules. [ Smile. ] My wife was not my first love, nor was she my last. And in one of the other worlds I've lived in since I died, I had another lover. Two, actually, though not at the same time. Thank you for your good wishes, though. If I were to find love again in this very peculiar situation, I would not hesitate.
[ Even so! There was no holding him back, not in Arda nor anywhere else. ]