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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] fun_thementalist 2020-10-04 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I honestly don't know if it's always like that," Gen told her, with an apologetic expression. "This is the first time I've seen them leave, of course. I hope they're at least all returning home?"

What other options were there? Some other place they'd be held against their will? It's not as if someone could follow them to see, it seemed.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Eight would comment but she isn't sure what she is seeing. Her eyes are wide and any words she could have form would probably fail on panicked ears.

All she can do is stare and wonder.
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[personal profile] silentwoof 2020-10-04 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I can appreciate a performance..." And it's kinda, y'know. Funny.
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-04 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Adam remained patient. "What city? What state?" Or, if he'd been taken farther away, what country. He hoped he hadn't somehow been brought that far, though. The farther he was taken, the harder it would be to get home.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[She stared in response, still unsure but fairly certain she didn't like that.]

Not at the present. There's a lot of information was answered on the platform. Several of the leaders have been very helpful.

[Except for... one thing.] Ah... but perhaps... I noticed that some of the people onboard were wearing something different than the clothes in the bag. Did they get them from the other worlds...?
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-04 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
It was definitely one of the weirdest things he'd ever seen.

"You should eat if you're hungry, but chores are always important." Taking care of yourself was important, but so was taking care of responsibilities.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Eight's cheeks flushed magenta.]

Y-You were going to tell me about your world...

[Perhaps one of the most awkward attempts to change the subject...]
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-04 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Are fish important?" Or was this just some kind of talking cat thing? "What else is it missing?"
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmmgng..." Eight moaned, not sure what to make of this. Oh sure, in her world all sorts of species were sentient and capable of speech. But a tree...?

"...I can hardly imagine a world where objects are people..." It was a lack of an imagination, perhaps. Could she adjust? Maybe, but this was all too much for her.

"Forests must be... very noisy."
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[personal profile] strawberryprotector 2020-10-04 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Ichigo couldn't help laughing as Wormmon was panicking. "I'm sorry, that was mean of me. I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, welcome to the train."
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-10-04 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I have a friend who's better at puzzles than I am, but I never turn down a challenge." Not one like this, at least. This wasn't just a good puzzle, it was the difference between being stuck here and getting home. "I'd like to meet these other people, sometime," he added.
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lan sizhui ♪ the untamed ♪ purple team

[personal profile] deferences 2020-10-04 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
the platform;

[regaining consciousness in unfamiliar territory isn't anything new to lan sizhui; he's done this many times before, being a cultivator and all, but wherever he's ended up now is someplace completely foreign. he also seems to be alone? which he definitely wasn't from the last thing he remembers.

after the steam eventually clears, he decides to move about the platform, taking in the surroundings, people getting off the train, watching them move about like they have particular plans or lingering to simply straighten their legs. from where he's standing, nobody looks recognizable right away, so the boy shrinks back behind others, clutching the large backpack against his chest like a lifeline. they aren't expecting him to get on that... thing, are they? no, of course not, and they can't force him to, either!

come now, sizhui, you're braver than that, he scolds. really, what's the harm in it? nobody's attacking them, there aren't any monsters, ghosts, or demons around from what he can tell and people even seem outright friendly.

so, whenever someone gets close enough, he dares to lift his gaze and ask:
] Excuse me, but where are we?



on the train;

[thankfully, even if nobody's convinced him to get on, there's that telltale pull that urges him onto the train. once on board, he takes a leaflet, reads as he wanders toward the armory first to consider the lockers. storing his sword here wouldn't be the worst idea but for now, he hangs onto it while he heads back out, hopefully avoiding running into anybody on the way.

his bunk – sleeper seven, cabin a – is where he goes next, ticket tucked securely into the sash of his robes. this is where he decides to store his things, which isn't much besides his rucksack and the qiankun pouch he's lucky to have kept with his guqin and a few other things inside. (the former item is most important, though.) for a brief few moments, he sits on the bed, contemplates the somewhat cramped space while wondering who else he'll be sharing this ‘room’ with. it's probably good the beds are stacked on top of each other or who knows how little room there would be to move around?

the library is where he goes after visiting his room and once there, any book that catches his eye gets tucked into his arm until he has a decent-sized stack. rather than run them all back to his room, you can bet he's going to find a spot to sit, curl into himself as tight as he's able and just start reading right where he's at instead. whenever he finishes one, it gets put back where he'd found it and the process starts all over again.
]



laundry duty;

[a washing machine is something entirely foreign to him; it wouldn't be difficult to figure out, there are buttons and handles with labels all over, but tossing clothes into the sink and washing them by hand is what he's so used to, so why change it up now?

if anyone catches him cleaning, they're more than welcome to either join, introduce him to the wonders of modern technology or throw their clothes into the pile as well. and if there's anything specifically white among it, there won't be a single stain left behind after it's been washed, rinsed and hung to dry. lan clan's garb must always be pristine no matter what, being in an unknown world on some fast-moving, mechanical deathtrap monstrosity certainly won't be an exception!
]
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I am 5000 years late I apologize

[personal profile] herarrows 2020-10-04 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Selenay recognizes that look. She's seen it more times than she cares to admit. She's had it herself a few times. The way this woman wears it, though...she can tell it runs deeper than anything Selenay herself has ever experienced. And when she collapses, Selenay is immediately at her side, kneeling next to her, heedless of her clothing. If it gets dirty, it gets dirty and once again she takes half a breath to wish for her Whites as she doesn't exactly feel...capable in orange.

She doesn't really know what to say, since the answers to the usual questions are already obvious. After a moment she takes a deep breath and lays a hand on the woman's shoulder. At least so she knows someone is there.

"I'm sorry."
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
That statement only made her feel worse. She tried to be sympathetic, since on her world she was seen as the outsider. She knew what it was like to be treated poorly.

"I'm sorry." There was a deeper regret in that apology. Instead she returned to the window. "It's... strange... like outside is pressing against the car and is miles away... If I were to hear it goes on to infinity, I would believe it..."
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[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-10-04 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gen noted her reaction, and wouldn't do it again. The point was to make someone amused or charmed, not disturbed. ]

[ Warm smile. ]


Ah, some of them do! But there's also someone on this train who makes clothes as well. She's a spider, and she can somehow spin whatever you'd like from the silk she has. All she requires is some candy - which, you likely have three points? You can buy from the train's shop.
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[personal profile] strawberryprotector 2020-10-04 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Big, blue hair, half a panther jaw on his right cheek, consistently causin' King gay panic. He's our roommate, an' I ain't sufferin' King's repressed gayness alone any more." Zangetsu sighed dramatically, changing his position to lay across three machines.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
It felt... weird and awkward. Touching another person was not common where she's from. The intimacy of the act made her very aware of his presence.

The trip isn't long, and now that Eight has committed to the task she embarks on it with full seriousness. Like taking an eightball to its required destination... but far easier.

"Here we are." As they reach their destination, Eight cradled Xiao's hands for him to reach. "This is the panel you need to bring your ticket up to to open the door. If you reach just a little before it you can feel the indented spaces that are the same as your ticket... 3... D." With each word she gingerly motions his hand to touch the settings where they were.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Eight pouted...]

...you charged me!

[She closes her eyes and let out a grunt. She wasn't going to argue when she was trying to apologize.]

I have no reason to hurt him. I was just taken off guard and wasn't sure what was coming after me.

...why WERE you coming after me?
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[personal profile] feixuehua 2020-10-04 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Ichigo. It's nice to meet you." With a nod toward the direction of his voice. "So I've been told that I am on team blue and it's the chore they have to do, but since I can't see, and not accustomed to cooking, it's a task I can't do."

Being trusting, "If you could take me there, I found linking arms helps. Whichever both works."

Since this is going to be a routine for him, relying on people's help, So he's going to reach out toward to Ichigo.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Eight nodded. Looking around there was another thing that caught her attention. She wasn't completely surprised that there weren't any other Octolings here, but the fact that there weren't any other Inklings was another matter entirely.

Indeed, there was something on Eight's mind that was bugging her... "Excuse me... and please forgive me if I cause offense, but you are a human, correct?"
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[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-10-04 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure you've met some of them already! I can only think of a few people who aren't eager to leave the train," Gen laughed softly. "My friend, though, he's the smartest person here, if you ever have a tricky problem you need a hand with, I'd recommend him. If your problem catches his interest, he'll figure it out in no time at all."
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TY for the thread!

[personal profile] nobodys_puppet 2020-10-04 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
She fled into the portal and it closed behind her.
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Later, Cabint 2-A

[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
After talking with Tidus, Eight was very worried about the fact that she would be living in a co-ed dorm. In the Octarian Military, all the female Octolings shared the same barracks, so she had grown accustomed to confined quarters with others of her sex. How... how would this work out? Would she... have to worry for herself?

With nowhere else to be, Eight is leaning against the table in the back. Her attention is drawn to the door opening and in came a... boy. The older one, by the look of it.

"Um... h-hello." She forced a smile and a polite wave. "M-My name is Eight..."
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-10-04 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Ohh... that was handy! Even if she was showing off, such a fascinating display of ability is nonetheless very impressive!]

[Also, if she wanted help learning how to make IEDs... though Eight's knowledge would be more based on ink-based warfare than incendiay.]


That's pretty good! Can you make other things?
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[personal profile] winterforecast 2020-10-04 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Alexis stares blankly at Rei for a few moments, processing what, exactly, she's implying.

And then she starts laughing her ass off.]


AHAHAHAHAHAHA-

HA-Oh- Oh my nya-

I really have been away from home for too long, I just... completely forgot that you people are like this, nya!

You know what? Sure.

Problem is I don't have a-

[Her eyes flit over to Kaiba.]

Nya, problem solved.

[That's all the warning he gets before she lashes out with an abrupt leg sweep, pops up with a devasting knee to the chest, tackles him to the ground, rolls, covers him and scratches, and comes out of the extremely brief conflict with his duel disk... arm... thing.]

How do I even... ah, here we go!

[She snaps out her arm and wraps the disk around it, smiling as she examines it.]

Oooh, pretty, nya.

[Alexis snaps Judai's signature "gotcha" salute at Rei, grinning maliciously.]

Now, get your-

[She snorts.]

Get your game-

Pffft. [She laughs, throwing back her head.] I can't even say it with a straight face. Whatever, let's just do this.

Oh, right, since we're getting nostalgic, how about some special rules, nya!

[She snaps her fingers, and walls of ice spring up to block the entrance and exit to the car.]

One, nobody leaves until this is over.

Two, whenever we take damage, one of our bodies gets covered in ice! Whoever loses gets encased for...

...nya, however long I feel like.

Deal?

Just kidding~ Wasn't looking for your input.

Get your nya on!