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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2020-10-01 05:30 am
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A New Platform [Intro Post October]

On the Train

"Good morning passengers, it is day sixteen of the month of Horsehoe. Points have been updated on the system and new stock is available."

They have indeed and everyone can spend the morning shopping. Those who have been on the train a while will be expecting the second announcement that comes a few hours later.

"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A lurch and a jolt and they are soon surrounded by the fog that means they are at a platform. The first thing they may notice is that this platform is inside a basic shelter, making it warmer than the last couple at least.

As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing as they walk silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Adora, Alex Hashimoto, Catra, Cloud Strife, Elizabeth Midford, Feanor, Gerome, Gladiolus Amicitia, Glimmer, Ifrit, Isabella D’Oro, Maru, Nari Reno, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Scorpia, Siobahn Chereshei, SXT-2, Tamamo-no-Mae, Tony Stark, Uta, Zidane Tribal

But on the platform itself there are many new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours in various states of confusion.

For New Passengers

At first all they can see is steam. Billowing around them as they come to their senses. The second thing they will notice is it is gloomy, even without the steam and fog. They are in a wooden building, open to the tracks on one side. It in a creaky shelter, cobwebs hang from the rafters and there is a peculiar whistle as wind finds its way through the cracks.

They are standing, in clothes that are not their own, styles they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on their 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 large and it holds nineteen figures all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. Both left and right the tracks disappear into the mist. Then there is a roaring sound and out of the fog arrives a train. Jet black with gold writing on the side. The Voidtrecker Express. There is a hiss as the doors slide open and out into the gloom step a selection of people. Some are human, some are less so. Most are wearing the same hoodie in one of the four colours, red, orange, blue and purple though some are sporting different clothes in a variety of styles.

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. If that is not enough, there are plenty of people on the platform now, to encourage them onto the train.

Indeed whereas usually there is plenty time for people to be met and brought slowly onto the train, the whistles blow a lot quicker this time, as if hurrying the passengers along.

Each ICP shows the same message and next to the screens there are stacks of leaflets written by those on the train, with further information. The store rooms have been restocked, with… teddy bear shaped luncheon meat being the main ingredient to be found. There are plenty of other staples.

A new carriage has been added, those that go to investigate will find a room full of lockers, designated as the Armoury. Even for passengers without weapons it is somewhere to secure possessions. There are instructions on how to use the lockers and enough for everyone to claim one.

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 over the noise of the hail stones to encourage any stragglers braving the snow and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, they may wish to brief their new companions.

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. Entry into Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

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 the Void!
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[personal profile] runicfeathers 2020-10-08 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
[she gives an enthusiastic nod, answers found together is better than alone, and friendships are things she's yet to fully establish.

However, his question makes her bristle, requiring her to take a few breaths. No one has directly asked her what she is after her arrival on the platform. Normally she could handle the question, but it's caught her off guard. It takes her a moment to recompose herself.]


Y-you are correct that I am not human, but what I am exactly, I wish to remain a secret. My apologies for this, but my kind have been hunted down just for what we are as soon as one finds out. Perhaps in time, I could reveal it, but all I will say now is that I am a being of light and fire.

[Although it's vague, it could be an unintended clue into her being a Phoenix.]
Edited 2020-10-08 08:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2020-10-08 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
He hummed a bit, giving that a moment's thought before he nodded. "Noted." Senku said, accepting the information for what it was.

"And I wouldn't. Not really a fan of killing people anyway." He didn't like it, and he didn't think much of ideologies that allowed people to do that.

"Everyone has value." That was something he believed, and used to his advantage, often.
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[personal profile] loveandduty 2020-10-08 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
That's a relief because that wouldn't be very nice to cause trouble.

[Ever since she had seen what was assumed to be the train's memories, Minako's thought of it has changed, so she wouldn't want anything to happen while on the train.]

But just be careful in general okay?
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[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-10-08 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
If today wasn't everything it was, he'd be able to handle it better. If there wasn't that bond, if it wasn't a platform day; if he didn't keep thinking about Yuna's leaving back, and some part of him knowing she had to be okay, but the rest of him louder, the all of him that missed her. His emotions rose, and they threatened to spiral, drown him if he wasn't careful.

But he didn't want to leave Inigo in his own hurt, in the same breadth he started to doubt himself. Is he too much of a coward to see the fix that Inigo wants to find? To express? He could shout; that was always the option he went for, but his heart wasn't in it. He was too weighed down, and even joking and trying to smile everything else was gone from him.

And then he's pulled in, the world going slightly darker. The arms around him, his head under Inigo's chin. He knows why he's doing it, and-- no, he doesn't feel any differently. Just an upset he's trying to get control of, the further tears he's pinching back with his lips.

Tidus lets Inigo speak, taking the time to breath, to compose himself to some small extent. Lasting after he's done, that reassurance, as bleak as it is, made true by where and how they are now.

Eventually, he puts a hand on Inigo's thigh as he lifts his head, the first place he finds to support himself, to look at Inigo; though, his gaze easily slips away, embarrassed by how he might appear--even with only a few tears shed.

"I want you here, Inigo," he affirms, and squeezes his leg some, to go with it. Voice quiet as he goes on. "That's why... I don't want you to be like this alone. I know we can't ignore it; everything this train throws at us, and how we're feeling... but I don't want you closing off from me. And just... for a while - it's okay, isn't it? If it's just us for now."

And there's a greater feeling he wants to express, a feeling he can't put into words. Only knowing, he wants Inigo here, and he wants neither of them to be alone. That they can hurt, and it's okay to hurt. They can worry about tomorrow later, or when the day comes.

And if tomorrow is too much, then that's okay, too.

Don't rush, it's okay. It's alright. Let's just break for a while.

He draws back in, to put an arm around Inigo, to give his own shoulder as a resting place.

"It's okay," is all he adds.
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[personal profile] loveandduty 2020-10-08 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, so you were involved with the memory thing too, huh? That was a wild trip. I had two others and potentially the train...So in a way that would be three others, right?" So she could understand if by sharing it made people closer, so she would get it would hurt a little bit.

"Even if you weren't close the second thing is still a personal thing, so of course it would sting."
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[personal profile] adregem 2020-10-08 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Roland closes the door softly, making as little noise as possible. He watches from his periphery as Inigo moves to sit on the bed, plopped down and defeated, but he too, keeps moving. Determined to help him, even in the smallest of ways.

He joins him by his bed, and for a moment, closes his eyes and just wraps a supportive arm around Inigo's shoulders. Grounding him, letting him get used to it, the feeling that even in the darkness, there are people who will fight to hold his hand; make sure he's not alone on the way up to the surface. Roland rubs Inigo's arm up and down for a time, before he finds his voice again. If he sounds a little uncertain, it's only because he isn't sure if this is the right way to go about it.

But...maybe it would help uplift his spirits? Even if just for a second? Every piece of strength counts.

Roland lets go and rests both of his hands against his lap, fingers folded together loosely. He clears his throat.

"Pup, I...got some things for you." Uncharacteristically hesitant, Roland looks away for a moment, finding the spot next to Danny's bed on the floor incredibly interesting. "If you'd like to receive them, now." He clears his throat for a second time, chancing upon Inigo with a side glance, eyes low and a little hunched over as if ready to lean against his elbows.
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[personal profile] flatteries 2020-10-08 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
".. For me..?"

Inigo's thoughts have been so wrapped up in Gerome's disappearance the past few days that he didn't even think of anything else. Like the fact that platform day doesn't just bring more people coming and going - but also items showing up. Recalling the fact that he offered to help replenish supplies after the mission but now totally forgot to order any since he was so miserable brings a pang of guilt to his heart, but he tries to not think much about it, tries to focus on Roland instead as Inigo's gaze shifts over to the other.

"O.. Of course I would." His voice are soft, and it still sounds like he's having difficulty talking, but at least he's making an attempt. Maybe Inigo can't help but wonder if he just needs a distraction too. And even if that wasn't the case.. he'd feel too bad about it if Roland went through all the trouble of getting him things and then wouldn't be able to give them to him.

Inigo tries to straighten up a little.

"Thank you, father.."
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[personal profile] adregem 2020-10-08 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, don't thank me yet." He goes, a self-deprecating statement if there ever was one. He doesn't know if Inigo will even like it yet. And it's not that he didn't think about what to buy Tidus and Inigo as soon as his points were replenished for the month. He thought about it on most nights than he'd openly admit, laying there at goodness knows what hour, his mind racing with every interaction he's ever had with both of them.

Oh well. The worst that could happen is they hate it. Ugh. It doesn't give him confidence to go that direction, but he'll be ready for such an outcome anyway. All Roland knows is he wants to give it to them; gifts that come from a part of him, that will hopefully remind them of his desire to see them stand tall amidst despair. He swallows thickly and doesn't dilly-dally any longer. A small parcel wrapped in paper and twine emerges from his pant pocket, which is then handed to Inigo without further delay.

"For you, Inigo." He says, almost inaudibly soft, meeting his eye. It's funny now, that Roland is the one who recedes slightly, apprehensive of the act of giving a gift that could be taken the wrong way, and it's Inigo sitting straight ready to receive whatever it could be. As soon as Inigo opens it, the boy will find a signature Arms Band underneath the packaging. Resized to a small bracelet for now, it will rest easy on his open hand and can be worn however he desires - as a ring, around his bicep like Roland...And he knows he's familiar with the tech by now, seeing as how Tidus uses it constantly to store snacks and drinks in wherever he goes.

There is a folded note with the package. Should Inigo desire to read it now, it will simply say, in impeccable script: 'For the strength you need to protect.' Roland will rub the back of his neck, have a hand or two absentmindedly linger by his bangs, as if pushing hair back nervously. "Arms Bands...don't just store things, you see. They activate the potential of the people who wear them, granting them magic and skills. They even enhance weapons, so that something simple like a sword has its full potential unlocked. I can train with you, teach you some stuff. I got a spellbook in the stores, too."

Though Roland had a much more different intention when he wrote the message, thinking to himself that apart from protecting others, Inigo will one day use his strength to stand up for himself. Rightly, justly so.

Whatever moment will pass between them now, Roland will settle himself in between the quiet. He will say next, with a bit more confidence, angling his body such that he can face Inigo straight on: "There's something else, too. Close your eyes for it, when you're ready."
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-08 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ken has no idea how to leave a conversation either, it's fine. Besides, he's sure Senku has lots of things to do. ]

Don't let us keep you. Thanks again.

Bye-bye.

[ Wormmon, at least, knows how to conclude an interaction... ]
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-08 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
He is. Digimon may be made of data, but they're very much alive.

I can visit Ken-chan's world and everything. I can go here, too.

[ Wormmon looks around now, suddenly realizing he does not know: ]

Ken-chan, where IS here?

Well......
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-08 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ She has hers? Then, why....?

--He can think about that once he's answered the question. ]


...Close. It'll a thin black box, this size. In a protective case.

[ Ken demonstrates with his hands. ] If we have it, we can test something important with this computer.

[ Not that he's particularly...expecting it to work. But they can at least try.

Ken has gotten quite good at trying. ]
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-08 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
--I'll manage. Thanks, though.

[ This train is a community. Ken has to step up and do his part for the community. It'll be a new experience, he's gotten so used to the community he was already in back home...

....He's nervous.

But no, he can do this. If he did it once, he can do it again. He can acknowledge that it's intimidating but not let that stop him. ]
It sounds like a close-knit group.
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-08 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I see." Wormmon crawls into Ken's lap - all this talk of different kinds of partners has made him lonely, and Ken-chan had been a whole TWO FEET AWAY, intolerable - as Ken continues to think. He has heard a theory that could possibly ease some of Adam's worries (that he knows about), but can he really voice it without definitive proof?

He doesn't want Adam to suffer, though.

"This is just hearsay." Ken's choosing his words carefully. "But it seems that time might not pass in our worlds while we're here. So if that was part of your concerns...."

Ugh, he's bad at this. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything.

But he had needed to try.
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[personal profile] marriedanidiot 2020-10-08 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I would like to see them today as well."

She murmurs, sinking into the chair with relief.

"I will be alright." She reassures him. "It... will just take a little while."
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/chinhands

[personal profile] marriedanidiot 2020-10-08 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
"S'ree.... that name is on the lists!"

Nerdanel blinks, attention fully engaged. "But... I don't remember seeing a whale. She has a human shape? Or is she not a whale at all?"

The maiar of the waters were rather notorious for preferring forms more suitable for the water, after all. Even when they looked humanoid they didn't always bother to remove fins or scales, or even to look dry.
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[personal profile] marriedanidiot 2020-10-08 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
She leans against Kitty as she stands and pats her hand in thanks once she's a bit more steady.

"Thank you, even so. Tis very kind. Not everyone would have been."
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[personal profile] marriedanidiot 2020-10-08 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
She reaches to squeeze a hand.

"You are helping." She assures her. "It is easier when... I have something to focus on, and you are giving me that."
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[personal profile] marriedanidiot 2020-10-08 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She musters enough energy for an attempt at a smile.

"You do... more good than you know." Nerdanel promises. "It... helps to have someone else here."

Another's heartbeat and breath, another's voice. Something to remind her she is not alone.
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[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-10-08 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. That's right. Every single person here is just too dumb to walk away." The book slumped, an expression of infinite weariness on its features. "Super. You've saved everyone."
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[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-10-08 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm prepared to take on loyal vassals and reward them appropriately once this is all over." Zetta's smug smile said, quite clearly, that he suspected nothing. "That's been a pitch for some time, in fact."
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[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2020-10-08 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
If anything could frustrate Zetta, it was a declaration like that! "I'm not JUST a book! I'm the most badass freaking Overlord in the entire cosmos! Don't think I'm just some ordinary villain!"
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-08 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whoever you are, I won't let you hurt Ken-chan!"

Staredown. Between two terrifying parties. Wormmon's going to get his partner out of here safely, so there! He's not afraid of a book!

He's a STRONG TOUGH DIGIMON!
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[personal profile] stillnewatthis 2020-10-08 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Appearing here coincided with other travel? [The way they put it, she imagined something more complex than simply walking, or even airplane travel.]
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[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-10-08 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
...he's not sure if he's ever thought this before, but-

"...You don't think that's how we show up too, do you?" Would that explain why they remember nothing about showing up in the first place? "We just walk oblivious into place until-" he makes a sound, shrugging "--we snap out of it?"
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[personal profile] onehandsomeslickninja 2020-10-08 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"As popular as anyone would expect," he said, doing what he could to push away his darker emotions and get back to his proper flirty cheerful self. "Well, care to come cheer me up and remind me of all the good things in life?"

Turning slightly, Edge spread an arm in an invitation to sit down and snuggle up that he had absolutely no expectation she would take.