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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!
purifyings: (028)

[personal profile] purifyings 2020-10-04 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Every two weeks new people arrive?" asked Nike after noticing the amount of time it takes to get on one of the platforms she was in before. It was a little surprising. "Are the same amount of people always coming in or leaving?" asked next after remembering about the group of people who left without coming back.

Her explanation concerning the teams and their individual chores, along with the way she spoke as everyone being one team, will have Nike feeling more at ease about it all. Truth be told, she can't help add, "...no wonder I've been feeling comfortable talking to everyone so far, you all hold the same notion in your hearts." A pause, it made her wonder if she concentrated her senses onto those on the train, then maybe the overwhelming chaotic ones will disappear into a more, "It's beautiful."

With her spirits feeling more refreshed, Nike will look more determined to help her new friend because "Can I go get them for you? As thanks for being so nice to me? I want to help look after you as much as you're looking after everyone else!" Where does she have to go to reach the girl's room?
namethattune: (Last night I had the strangest dream)

[personal profile] namethattune 2020-10-04 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah."

A beat.

"Can you provide further details?"
fionnuisce: (Default)

[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-04 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[...boy you two are a Pair alright]

It's--well, guess there's no point in being secretive about the practice in a place like this. A familiar's something mages utilize. More often they're normal animals briefly enchanted so the mage in question can see and hear through them. Slightly more advanced ones can be made from minerals and the like. Rare to see one that talks and harbors its own will, though.
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-04 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wait, him too?! That's exciting! ]

Okay!!

[ Whoop, leaned too far. Wormmon tumbles off the shelf but thinks fast, shooting a string of web from his mouth. It sticks to the train's "smokestack" and slows his fall, so he can descend to earth in a leisurely fashion.

Detaching his web string, he waddles over, climbs up Ken's back, over his shoulder, and down his arm. Now when Nita touches Ken's hand, Wormmon can lay a claw on top! ]


I'm ready.

[ Ken remains standing stalwart, completely accustomed to being Wormmon's jungle gym. His partner is...rather excited he's ended up on the tall side.... ]
fionnuisce: (and lead me straight to your heart)

[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-04 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
What in the hell are you on about?
fionnuisce: (i'll gather these fallen flowers)

[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-04 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
You've got me on that one, looks like I was assuming something a lot more ambitious. Still...that's one hell of a project, especially if it actually functions.
fionnuisce: (join them where they can meet)

[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-04 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Huh-?

[Waver glanced down to find what he assumed was the most normal sight he'd run into all day.]

You lost, little one? [He knelt down despite that being a generally ill-advised idea where he was concerned, offering a hand to the cat.]
fun_thementalist: (smug knowing look)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-10-04 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
That's fair. I'll just need to continue to try and make a good impression.

[ He winked. ]

Do you have any questions? Since I have slightly more experience with this train ...
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-04 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ ....He'd been close, but not quite on the mark, with the video game definition. Ken's grateful for the clarification. ]

In that case, Digimon might not qualify. They're definitely living creatures with their own wills.

[ This one's will happens to involve smushing his face down atop Ken's cowlick. This is His Spot. He Perches. ]
purifyings: (016)

[personal profile] purifyings 2020-10-04 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
H-Have you...?

[AND IT DIDN'T HELP!? will be spelled all over her face. Then again, it wasn't the image she had imagined concerning this young girl. After all,]

Well, I wasn't going to suggest that either way!! What I had in mind was more linked to the whole screaming on your pillow bit. Except without having to gag yourself.

[She knew best to never allow one's voice to be silenced for too long, not when there are a lot of intense emotions attached to it.]

Have you ever done karaoke before?
fionnuisce: (hope discarded and broken)

[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-04 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He glanced up to Wormmon in a look of faint curiosity before focusing back on Ken.]

Spirit link, maybe? Telepathy, empathic link, you functioning as an energy battery, anything like that?

[Beat.]

Just wondering. You don't have to answer if you'd prefer not to.
namethattune: (There were moments of gold)

[personal profile] namethattune 2020-10-04 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Most of the people Siebren has talked to so far have been helpful, and he finds himself grateful - it's a confusing situation, to say the least, but the help is appreciated.]

At the moment, I am not yet sure what there is to find. What would you recommend for someone new to dimensional travel?
fionnuisce: (your name's all it knows)

[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-04 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not much of a doctor, but I'm a passable healer and know a good bit of first aid. Usually decent with organization, but I'd have to get a better look at what I'm dealing with here first.
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-04 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Well...

[ This is a bit of a tricky one, actually. Ken stows his knapsack up on a bed before replying. ]

My emotions can make him stronger. But it takes a - conduit, and we arrived without it.

Ken-chan, your Digivice is still yours. I'll find a way to evolve. Don't worry.
luckybucky: (Guilt is heavy)

Platform

[personal profile] luckybucky 2020-10-04 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky's watching the people leaving, too. Plenty of the people who matter to him have left -- some more than once -- that all he does is frown as they go.

He looks over when he hears Inigo's voice, and his heart sinks a bit. It's not until after he's done yelling, with the tears streaming down his face, that Bucky comes over to comfort him.

When he reaches Inigo's side he reaches out to snag his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He wants to comfort his friend, but the more this happens the more he wonders if he's going to be next. "If he knew it was gonna happen, he would've told you," he says softly.
fionnuisce: (your name's all it knows)

[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-04 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
...You know, that actually kind of makes sense. [He looked thoughtful about the concept, right hand quietly hidden in his pocket.]

So...what, you can change form or something like that?
fionnuisce: (a wish together i'll set them free)

[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-04 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Purgatory, then. I must have died from overwork while I wasn't looking.

[is he being sarcastic, hard to tell.]
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[personal profile] ramengroupie 2020-10-04 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Yep. When I'm filled with power from Ken-chan, I get bigger! And when I'm tired, I get smaller.

We fight the powers of darkness together.

[ Says Ken, without a trace of irony. ]

For the future's sake.
fionnuisce: (and lead me straight to your heart)

[personal profile] fionnuisce 2020-10-04 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He's heard dumber things said in complete seriousness.]

...Humor me for a second. Define 'powers of darkness'.
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[personal profile] purifyings 2020-10-04 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Is there any other way to improve and master what you're passionate about?" asked Nike next after nodding earnestly. It was clear the guy was intelligent. Maybe more than she can imagine by the response alone. How else does someone master or learn -- through passion and effort!

She'll notice the proud tone over his appearance being similar to his dad. It was endearing! "Not surprising. There's a saying how we'll resemble most after the one we spend the most time with!" added Nike with a warmer smile.

But it won't be long until she noticed his introduction, wondering, "Why? Are you usually the type who keeps to himself or something?" It may be the most polite way in asking if he had friends......
unfavorableinstigation: Nita looking directly at the viewer, mouth slightly open, as if she's in the middle of an important or unamused expression. (Focused)

[personal profile] unfavorableinstigation 2020-10-04 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a distinct chuff in the back of Nita's head; apparently the peridexis is amused by Wormmon's antics, moreso than Nita herself at the moment.]

Right, then.

[She takes their hand, sharing the first memory, the one Enna had received and been confused about during their descent to Jema'grethy.

The sense of hollowness, of being emptied of all sensation, still strikes at her even now. All emotions, however painful, being drained away... leaving only a purpose. A mission, one could say.

It is a short memory; Nita surfaces, blinks. Waits one second, two, before asking,]

Are you all right?

... Let me know when you're ready for the next one. There's three, total.
sunbloom: (Yes!)

[personal profile] sunbloom 2020-10-04 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Itsuki's laugh turns brighter, some of the gloom she's been trying to push aside this morning fading.] Yes! Just like that. You seem right at home there!

[She sobers a little bit at the question.] Mm. All of us aboard the train were brought here just like this, appearing on a platform and boarding with our tickets. There are... a lot of questions left around that process, though.
swansongs: (Let's face it I blew it you waited)

[personal profile] swansongs 2020-10-04 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[He shrugged.] Everything comes in a lot of varieties.

What are you if you're not human? If you don't mind me asking.

[He wasn't trying to be rude, he was just curious.]
fun_thementalist: (that's my line usually)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-10-04 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what I have to assume!" Gen smiled and shrugged, bemused. "I've only been on one mission so far, but the goal was definitely to help the people in that random place we were taken to. It seems ..."

How did Gen put this? Delicately? "... It seems pretty suspicious, since we weren't really asked. But On the surface, at least, that's why we're here."
emerald_mirror: (I was born an original sinner)

[personal profile] emerald_mirror 2020-10-04 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Right!" Though now, that had him wondering if the train knew cookies. Probably, since it had people who both made and consumed cookies in it...

"I'm not sure the train can be hugged, but I'll be darned if I don't try it. Maybe I should just press myself against the cab wall and project as hard as I can," Xander said, unconsciously echoing Nita's thoughts.

"It's just so uncertain and distant all the time. Like it's holding itself back on purpose. And I mean, I can't get words from it, but I just have to wonder why it's like that?"

Sure, he could speculate, but that's really all it was.