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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!
zechs_isonfire: (hanger)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire 2020-10-03 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Zechs nodded in acknowledgment. There would be some sort of catch, he was certain of it. But it was an unknown price to be paid, later. The reward seemed worth it.

Being trapped here, defenseless, bothered him that much.

"I've been training as part of the military of my world since the age of ten," Zechs told him, smirking ruefully. "Discipline and conviction are something I'm familiar with."
storms_eye: (temporary)

[personal profile] storms_eye 2020-10-03 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The last missions didn't seem nefarious, but Silvia still didn't really know enough about the locals to make that judgment call]

Well.. it was more what the people said when we got there. I've never... heard anyone representing the train or the train itself speaking on it's behalf.
zechs_isonfire: (no survivors)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire 2020-10-03 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Zechs swallowed, keeping his figurative mask the best he could.

Calmly, he told her, "Many children do, especially those who have seen ... incredible events. I wouldn't underestimate them."

He nodded. "So. These are for their entertainment, perhaps."
consider8: (Pleased)

[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-03 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Eight's... odd. Though a part of that is a LOVE OF ENGINEERING and engineering-minded people.]

Senku. [She nodded.]

And you have been here a month and a half.

What have you found out, so far?
consider8: (Default)

[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-03 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
The word was enough to get a wry comment. "You're not about to say 'for shizzle,' 'my skillet,' and 'home slice,' are you?" Not that she expected for him to understand the reference, but those were... rather contentious words should he decide to use that particular set of lingo.
purifyings: (016)

[personal profile] purifyings 2020-10-03 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"From where I entered, then to my.....well, I wouldn't say my room, but where I'll sleep?" began to respond Nike, awkwardly, as she....didn't know what to make with the sleeping arrangements yet. It was so tiny, co-ed. Not that she minded sleeping with other people, if anything she prefers the company, and she trusted her male roommate, but it was still tiny!!!

However, when he mentions food, her eyes may just light up because "I haven't even though about that yet!!" Oops. Considering the way her powers are always "on", she'll need to eat enough to keep her moving. "Where do I need to go to get food!? What kind of food is there!? What should I expect? Do I need to pay for it?" asked Nike in quick succession after realizing all these possible concerns.
consider8: (Ring tone)

[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-03 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps they really wanted you." Which to Eight's mind would make sense. But why her? It's not like she had any particular set of skills... if anything, she was a defector, a traitor... Only...

...well, it wasn't like her attack against the NILS statue wasn't televised or anything...

Her tentacles twitched and she pondered what was going on. "But that would be jumping to conclusions, wouldn't it? There's a lot about what is going on that we just don't understand." Her frown deepened, the frustration of such an reoccurrence palpable on her lips.
fun_thementalist: (see what you did there)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-10-03 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Me? Well ...

[ Gen looks thoughtful ]

I was doing something I rather wanted to do, at home. I had people who will miss me, and I think about them all of the time.

But I do have a friend here. If he's here ... I don't want him to be alone, you see? So in a way, I think I'm lucky. If we're both kidnapped, we can at least give each other a hand.

[ A pause ]

And by now, I'm starting to see the rest of the train that way, too.
purifyings: (33)

[personal profile] purifyings 2020-10-03 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Platform day?" repeated Nike after realizing the other girl was busy with her chores, she guesses. The item in her hand was purple too. Different from Nike's blue hoodie and a polo shirt. But still, she was willing to hear them out because it seems they've been around for a good while. Enough to list some of her adventures, she guesses.

"It sounds like you're keeping busy," commented Nike as she finds the other girl's work ethics to be remarkable. Not many would be willing to do what she was doing especially with so much new movement. With a growing smile, Nike will extend her hands, "Sure, I don't mind doing chores! I want to be more useful, so this could be a very good thing to observe." With a growing smile, she couldn't help add, "Any sort of help will always be good help! I know less than you, so I understand. I rather hear your perspective on things though. Experiences too. Seeing as you're in a completely different team. Right?" She wanted to make absolutely certain she understood some of the lingoes from the leaflets.
fun_thementalist: (manga - whut)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-10-03 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Unfortunately - only what I can't really tell you, because it's pretty unpredictable," Gen gave him an apologetic smile.

"I've been told things can happen to people that are strange. Such as sharing memories. That hasn't happened to me yet, but .. And we have these missions we go on, facing apparently odd creatures and threats. I have no idea if there's even a general ... pattern, of what's seen there."
consider8: (Contempl8)

[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-03 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[And of course, the answer he gave was both a yes and a no. UGH... couldn't this guy give a straight answer.]

...do you enjoy being obtuse or is that an accident?
wisdominshadows: HW: watching carefully (fifteen)

A

[personal profile] wisdominshadows 2020-10-03 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"You mean more to him than he can say, sir Inigo,"

responds a voice from the wrong direction and the wrong throat. Still, Zelda's words hum with certainty as she too watches Gerome leave.

"He would not leave you if he had a choice. He may not remain, but that truth does."

10billionpercent: (Satisfied)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2020-10-03 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't mind that so much, he appreciates people who can appreciate science of course. It's only his only hobby really. ]

A great many things, they just aren't assembled into a full picture yet! I know that staring into the void gives you a massive headache, and it's inadvisable because the more you do it, the faster it comes on and the less you can tolerate, and there isn't a lot to see.

I know there is only twenty-one hours in the typical day, three hours are missing somehow, whether it's through enforced rest or it just doesn't exist.

I can tell you about the two worlds I've been to and the things I've picked up. I don't know how the void works, or what this train is made of yet, or why it can withstand the void, but it's fascinating puzzle.
blue_ice: (blinded)

[personal profile] blue_ice 2020-10-03 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"...it's essentially a space ship on interplanetary train tracks, if it's easier to understand that way."

Does it make sense? No! But it goes on anyway.

"But don't watch the void like you would watch the stars. It can make you sick, and the side effects are...unpleasant. You could have memory lapses, become lethargic, or worse if you stare at it too long."
purifyings: (pic#13781621)

surprise cameos are very appreciated!

[personal profile] purifyings 2020-10-03 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't expect to find a visitor so soon, but it was a welcome one. Nike will turn to the source of the voice finding it was a boy. There may be a pause as she observes him. Why did he look a little like one of his maids at the Sun Kingdom? Or better yet, as one of her relatives doing chores? Hm.

Pointing to the bed bunks within the tiny room, "Is this it...?" There may be a short pause, trying to find the right words before asking, "Am I going to share this tiny space with more people?" Better yet, the table within the tiny room will have her tilting her head, "Are we expected to eat here too?" There is so little space!
fun_thementalist: (manga - false apology)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-10-03 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
My dear, forgive me, I don't know what you mean.

[ Gives her an apologetic little smile ]

The answer wasn't simple. I am sorry.
purifyings: (011)

[personal profile] purifyings 2020-10-03 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
The long tunic and bare feet weren't the details that'll catch her off guard. If anything, it was his hair, his eyes, and whatever that was on his face will be the key details to have most of her attention. Even more so the color of his eyes.

It was more than enough to have her fidget a tiny bit. Only a bit, remembering something important before deciding to conquer his personal space to get a better look at his eyes. It couldn't be the light deceiving her right? Didn't seem to be the case because it was still red!

"I don't mind. If anything I appreciate the invitation but...." began to speak up Nike, just to show she did pay attention and not get lost in his eyes or anything creepy. "If you don't mind my asking, you aren't part of a mercenary group or assassin guild right?" began to ask next as she continues to look at his eyes, "...only those with eyes as pretty as yours...they usually fall in one of those categories back in my world. Either that or are a secret civilization!" Basically, she is wondering if red eyes are special in this person's world as it is on her own.
consider8: (8othered)

[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-03 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She sighs.]

I'm sorry too. I have no chill sometimes.

[She looks over at her phone.] I think its this place and not being where they are. But I don't see any sense in lamenting for what I don't have, or to make things more complicated than what they need to. If I am here then this is the problem I need to address. To find out what this is all about, and to discover what drew us here in the first place.

Perhaps my being here keeps them safe. Perhaps I am here for some malevolent will. I don't know. But what matters is I'm here.

And there's no way to go but to keep moving forward.
adregem: (the coast is clear.)

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[personal profile] adregem 2020-10-03 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
His urge to stay behind until everyone else has boarded the platform pays off. One man in particular remains standing in the billowing mist, kept company only by the creak of the wooden shed despite his fellow newcomers doing their best to encourage him with a touch of a shoulder, or a nudge in the right direction. Roland studies him carefully, and its quite clear even from a distance that something is wrong. The apprehension is rolling off of this man is like a palpable wave. The blindfold, too, is well-noted. So is the sword in his hand.

But soon enough, their watches would beep in warning. There is no time left. Roland makes a decision, walking up to the other with an air of concern. He catches the tail-end of his words, and Roland's expression softens significantly. If it's safe of him to assume that the man really couldn't see, then he probably doesn't know what's in front him, the beast humming quietly as if ready to move at any second.

"Sir." Roland says, voice concerned and certain. "The train's just about ready to go, now. It...wouldn't be wise to stay behind."
consider8: (Assess)

[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-03 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Those were interesting things to know. The time especially. Though when she was in the Undersea Metro, all sense of time disappeared...]

[But most especially, the biggest thing she got out of all that was one special point of interest...]


Two worlds?
aluciner: (staring into open flame)

[personal profile] aluciner 2020-10-03 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"The train doesn't respond when you talk to it. Don't stare into the void for too long either, it'll make you sick." Those are the most important things, in Ronan's mind. The train doesn't respond to Ronan's periodic Latin ranting, but at least they do know the train is sentient, and if Adam is going to scry it would be bad to use the void to do it. "The cars go engine, pantry on the first floor and laundry on the second floor, kitchen, mess, quiet rooms, regular train coach, gym, medical, game room, garden, greenhouse, movie theater, second gym, music car, library, armory, and then the sleepers."

All of this is said while Ronan is walking backwards through the car that they happened to enter. It's probably not entirely clear to Adam where they're going, but Ronan is headed somewhere specific. That somewhere is the quiet coach, because it's the only place on the entire train that is, for a certain definition of the word, private. If he's going to say a bunch of extremely weird things and explain what's going on then he wants to do it where at least no one but Adam will be able to hear what he's saying.

"The screens in each car are a PA system that everyone uses for both important announcements and stupid shit, which is probably going to be a nightmare for you given." Ronan makes a vague sort of gesture near his head. He barely understands half of what's going on when everyone starts talking and there's nothing wrong with his hearing. "They do other things too. You'd have to ask someone else about that."

As ever, Ronan and technology only get along when Ronan deems the technology necessary. The ICP is a nuisance at best.
shadowslipping: (Oii oi)

[personal profile] shadowslipping 2020-10-03 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"It doesn't seem like the greatest shape is all..." What a mess this is...

Yuume crosses her arms, frowning. "Watching the Void...I'm assuming then that we can't see it from here right now, but those sound almost like the consequences of staring into the realms between while on the subway..."
10billionpercent: (I Sense A Plot)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2020-10-03 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
To say he was surprised by the sudden closeness of this stranger was an understatement, and really, he should be getting used to that but still he somehow expected people not to get quite so close to him.

"Too close." He said, stepping back, blunt and firm in tone but she'd still be able to see him, he just liked his personal space bubble. It was more of an instinctive reaction than anything.

"An assassin?" He snorted, amused. "Definitely not. Not my style, and I'm not a combat oriented person." He said wryly. "I'm not really sure what my eyes have to do with that." He was a bit bewildered that that was the trait she was focusing on.
fun_thementalist: (manga - fond)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-10-03 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's surprised by her insight and maturity, and there's something more genuine on his face, very briefly. ]

There isn't any sense in trying to go backwards, is there? Even if it were possible.
adregem: (i've got it under control believe it or)

Platform

[personal profile] adregem 2020-10-03 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"More like, where in the void."

Roland gravitates towards those in Purple first, of course, but regardless, he supposes his reaction is warranted given the woman looked like on the verge of an outburst anyway. He approaches her with arms folded across his chest, but is nothing if not eager to assist his fellow teammates.

"Ma'am. Welcome to the Voidtrecker Express. There are pamphlets to explain things in more detail, but I'm guessing you might want a verbal summary?"