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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] ramengroupie 2020-10-09 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ken gestures to Wormmon. ] We aren't from the same world. Normally, I can open gates from one of our worlds to the other.

[ He turns his palms out at his sides, in an "I got nothing" gesture. ]

We landed here instead.
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-09 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Currency, hm.

[ ...This train has so much infrastructure. Combined with the way it seems invested, to a degree, in its passengers' welfare....

Ken still doesn't know what conclusion to draw from that, but he's getting a sense of a very large-scale, overarching force just beyond his comprehension. ]


Ken-chan, if it makes more than one flavor, I want to try both.

[ And if it does not he will just have double of whatever it DOES make! He is not picky. ]
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-09 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Adam both did and didn't have a lot of questions. Rather, he had a lot of them but he wasn't going to ask any. He stared at the sketch of the Sundogs, blinking a few times before looking away. It was heavy information to take in. Killing every dreamer just because one was going to end the world (if that was true) was... some part of him said 'efficient' and he hated himself for it, but it was also awful. He'd thought this was the dangerous place and back home was safe, even if there had been a monster lurking (the Lace? He wasn't sure), but now he thought he had it backwards.

What was he supposed to do to keep Ronan safe? To protect anyone? He swallowed, staring down at his hands. "God," he said after a moment, but then fell quiet again.

It was worse than he could have imagined chasing after Bryde would go, and he'd imagined a lot of terrible outcomes. He didn't know why Bryde was doing what he did, either. Why help other dreamers? Out of the goodness of his heart? Adam doubted it. The real question was...what were they going to do?

"This whole time, I'd been thinking how much I wanted to get us home. But now-" he shook his head. He was sorry he hadn't been there, for all the good he would have done. He was sorry that, for whatever reason, he hadn't picked up his phone. He'd checked it when he'd gotten to his dorm, so he didn't understand. He was sorry any of this had happened in the first place.

They had to get home though. They couldn't leave everyone else in the lurch, not knowing if they were safe or being hunted.

"We'll get through this." They'd always gotten through things before, they'd get through this, too. He didn't know how right now, but give him time and he'd try to figure something out.
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-09 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
He knew there was always a risk to get hurt, what he really meant was, was there an increased risk of getting hurt. "I'm more worried about someone not being careful," he admitted. "Working in groups might help, though."
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[personal profile] casslang 2020-10-09 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Garden]

"You rang?" since via the bond Cassie knew Glorfindel was looking for her. For now she's on the floor adding to the army of ants.
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-09 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
That catches his attention. He was no stranger to time shenanigans, but those were much smaller incidents, not an entire world.

"It doesn't?" He didn't know if he believed it or not just yet, but if it was true, it was a nice idea. "That'd be a huge relief, actually."
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[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2020-10-09 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose that is true. If we never see our dear ones again in the outer world, then we will meet them in the Halls of Mandos." Except that Curufin would greatly prefer never to go there. Curufin's faith in the Valar and even in Iluvatar was less than Glorfindel's was. This was no longer from anger and disappointment, simply from having come to the conclusion that neither Eru nor his pantheon of angelic spirits seemed to be entirely certain of how to run a universe.

He accepts the hug with gratitude and affection. "I hope that you are right, though as you must know, I feel less certainty than you do in that respect. But I wish you that meeting with those you loved and lost, Glorfindel. You deserve nothing less."
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-09 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. In that case, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest." If they'd been magically kidnapped, being magically spied on wasn't out of the question. "It would also explain why none of us ever noticed anything weird." Before ending up here. Assuming no one had noticed anything weird, which he wasn't sure of yet.
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-09 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Not answering was an answer in itself. It also started painting a not-too-pretty picture of what this place could be like. "Do people hurt you here?"
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[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2020-10-09 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Guns! Ah, yes, those modern weapons. I learned how to handle them in another world, and also, I taught myself gunsmithing in that world. They certainly are effective, so I can see the attraction."

Who ever tells the whole truth? Curufin would not fault her for holding some things back.

"Pleased to meet you, Akemi Homura! I see you're on Team Blue. They are a valiant bunch, and I'm sure they will welcome you."
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-09 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"No insult meant," he said, some of his Virginian accent creeping into his voice. He was far too polite to insult anyone to their face unless they deserved it. "Have you been here long?" She seemed pretty comfortable, after all.
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-09 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
He guessed magic was different place to place, though even Cabeswater had created fish at its simplest state. "Maybe you just haven't found the right magic."
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[personal profile] strawberryprotector 2020-10-09 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it can tell that." Ichigo nodded at Wormmon as he kept steering the pair toward the kitchen. "Not sure I'll be able to tell yours, though."
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[personal profile] strawberryprotector 2020-10-09 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"A-Qing and Xue Yang, huh? We have passengers by those names here on the train, if I recall correctly. And there's no shame in starting with small meals. We can make sure you eat more balanced meals, with healthy fats in them to help you get used to eating more. Snacking between meals can also help with that."

Ichigo hummed a little at the comment about being a doctor and smiled, though he knew Xingchen couldn't see it. "My father is a doctor, and runs a clinic that is attached to our house, so I've grown up around medicine my whole life. I enjoy helping people and looking after others, so following in his footsteps seemed like the perfect career choice for me."
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[personal profile] sendiintheclown 2020-10-09 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Trowa stepped over to the tea service in the dining room and dug out some hot cocoa. And what lucky, it was the kind with marshmallows in it. He poured the contents of the pouch into a mug and filled it with piping hot water, giving it a stir before taking it to the elf. "Here, some hot cocoa with miniature marshmallows." It always helped cheer him up when Cathy would make him some.
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[personal profile] sendiintheclown 2020-10-09 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Trowa couldn't help it, he laughed a little. "No, you don't need to stay in the armory. After all, you're a companion to a passenger. You're practically a passenger in your own right, just without a separate ticket."
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[personal profile] swansongs 2020-10-09 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! Gotcha. [With that definition, he could make a joke about who the new person was here, but he didn't.]

Yeah, it was kind of weird at first, but so many people are genuinely nice, and they want to help out.

[It was refreshing, honestly, especially in this kind of situation. He'd expected things to be awful when he'd first found himself on the platform, but aside from things being cramped, they weren't too bad.]

That includes me, too. I like helping when I can.
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[personal profile] sendiintheclown 2020-10-09 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Please do. He was...deeply distressed...as a result. He left soon after it happened, too." Trowa still missed his brother, but it was good that he had gone home, if home was where the people who left the train returned to.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-09 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Eight nodded, waiting just long enough for any last-minute pieces of information that may be relevant.]

[Not getting any, she glides her way down where they came, grumbling to herself that if she had a weapon and her ink tank she'd be able to move so much faster than her running speed. Alas.]

[...]

[As they didn't go far, it's not long until she's turning the corner back onto the train, walking forward to where Ken and Wormmon are. Sadly, there was no DigiVice to be found, but she did find a rather nice bucket. That's a weapon down, at least.]
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-09 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. If it was so simple to leave then it would have been done, yes? I don't think there is many that would willingly follow their captor's demands." Well, aside from her but that wouldn't really strengthen her argument...
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[personal profile] sendiintheclown 2020-10-09 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
As small as she was, the little girl could surely pack a punch. But Trowa was no stranger to being hit, and barely grunted at the impact.
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[personal profile] laurefindil 2020-10-09 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
How about a nice tazer, then? I know Tony was working on those before he left. But if you are attacked and want to defend yourself, piano wire really is inefficient.

[Now you have the glowy elf worried about you.]

Would you like to come to the Training Car? We have several trainers who you could chose from. Piccolo, though very tall and very green is quite good with people of varying fitness. He teaches qi manipulation.

Me, I'm an archer and a swordsman, but I am working on my qi, as well.
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[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-10-09 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
It was a cool knife, she picked it up with a fierce grin and then glared at the meat. It's hard to visualise it was anything but a stupid grinning piece of meat. But that's alright.

She hates it anyways. It is something of the train, something she would never have even seen before she came here.

She stabbed it hard. It wasn't that satisfying since it was thin and the table was metal, so she quickly switched to slicing, that was better, cutting lines in the stupid face.

Over and over again.
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[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-10-09 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. That do be being good."

She wrinkled her nose and moved over more centrally. It would be stupid if someone tried to stop them, though they should know that this was a place for beating each other up. If they were new they might be stupid about it.

"Do you be being ready?"
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[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-09 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
...God, you're really going to make me prove it, aren't you.

[Waver sighed heavily, pressing his empty left hand to his eyes.]

Okay, if it will get you off my case--watch, and I'll show you what I mean. [Under his breath, he added:] Secrecy's pretty shot in a place like this, by the look of it.