A New Platform [Intro Post October]

[voidtreckermods]

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!

Comments

[nutkrusher]

"Y'know, I hadn't thought of that, but...shit, I can't even imagine what'd happen if you did."

Once they reach the packages, she lets go of Trunks (slowly and reluctantly) and starts searching for her order. Thankfully it doesn't take long. She hands him the box.

"Here you go. Not everything in the box is for you, but...one thing is."

[light_of_willpower]

He blinks when she hands him the box, ignoring the part of him that was sad she'd moved away even that little bit. Trunks hadn't considered that he'd ever be the possessive type, and he still didn't think he was--but he did like holding her. "Shouldn't you open it then, or am I going to know what's mine?"

No blushing. OR at least, aside from a faint hint of pink, no more blushing. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out he capsule and handed it to her. "You press the button on top, then toss it gently into some free-space."

[nutkrusher]

"You won't be confused," Cassie says.

She takes the capsule and her grin somehow broadens.
..
"I've got a feeling I know what this is."

She finds an open section of floor and tosses it with a soldier's precision...

[light_of_willpower]

There is again that cloud of smoke, and a 'hoipoi' sound, before once more the Capsule Mini-fridge (labeled 2031) has appeared.

Trunks raises an eyebrow, but starts to open the box...

[nutkrusher]

Cassie doesn't squeal like a little girl, but her expression implies such a squeal.

"Pocket fridge! Sweet!"

She opens the door and finds the bottle stored inside.

"Nice. What's this, beer?"

[light_of_willpower]

"The store doesn't offer a six pack, but I got what I could. You can also raid my mini-fridge if you want for what I have." Trunks is pleased with her reaction, grinning and with a warm expression on his face. Then he turns back to the box...

[nutkrusher]

"I'll take you up on that," Cassie says. "I'd like to see what they've got to drink in your universe."

Cassie's clever enough to figure how the mini-fridge works. She finds the compression button and pressing it, returning it to its capsule with that same hoipoi.

Meanwhile, she turns her attention to Trunks opening his gift.

[light_of_willpower]

It was a plain box, and yet, it represented more in Trunks' mind. Especially now that he turned his full attention to it. "Are you sure you shouldn't open it, since you said there's only one thing in here that's mine?"

But if she insisted...

[nutkrusher]

"I insist. It's for you. 'Sides, I trust you enough to know you won't steal from me."

A teasing grin crosses her face.

[light_of_willpower]

"Yes, because stealing right in front of you would be such a good idea." Do you hear the sarcasm in his voice? But he leans over and steals a quick kiss of his own. Then opens the box...

[nutkrusher]

Cassie leans into it, drawing out the kiss ever so slightly.

"Well, you've got my permission to steal one of those any time you'd like."

She smiles, anticipating his reaction.

[light_of_willpower]

It is almost enough to make him ignore the box. But the luggage car IS still public--as are most places on the train, to be fair. And he is curious...

Blue-eyes widen slightly, finding 3 ARMS bands in the box. Then he looks up at Cassie in question.

[nutkrusher]

"Well, you know I'm in charge of supply and weapons distribution for Team Purple, right?" Cassie says. "The ARMS bands are one of our key tools moving forward. I can't think of anyone else on Purple I'd trust with one more than you."

[light_of_willpower]

"You know I'm planning to join Black Squad right? I talked with Roland about it." Which didn't at all mean that he wouldn't help out purple. "So I'll hopefully be helping out more than just purple....you sure you wanna give me one of these, Cassie?" He knew how much these cost, and what her role was as quartermaster.

[nutkrusher]

"Of course I'm sure," Cassie says.

She leans in for another brief kiss.

"If I'm helping out more teams than just one that's even better."

[light_of_willpower]

She might intend that kiss to be brief, but Trunks has other ideas. One hand reaching out, sliding into her hair affectionately. Keeping her close, in that kiss and trying to express his thanks without words.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie's eyes widen with surprise and delight as she's pulled in for a longer kiss. She's thrilled to see him being assertive. And more than that, she just likes doing it.

She doesn't put much distance between them when they pause for breath.

"So, I'm gonna throw this plan out there...we keep making out in here until someone comes around and stops us?"

[light_of_willpower]

He can be assertive--this is just all new to him. But he likes it, having a girlfriend. He likes kissing her too, which is why he wanted to do that to say thank you.

Of course, with her suggestion, his blush deepens.

"Uh...that...I...huh?" So very eloquent there, as his brain is going in many different directions. One direction is very aware that anyone could walk in--she'd JUST POINTED THAT OUT. Another part is aware that she is very pretty girl who likes him. Who he likes back and wants to keep kissing. A third part of him wants to check out the ARMS band, and is curious.

[nutkrusher]

For now, at least, Cassie's inclined to make the choice for him. Which means another kiss is coming. She leans forward, nearly pressing against him.

[light_of_willpower]

That helps, as his brain decides that this is an excellent idea and it would be RUDE to refuse a lady, wouldn't it? As curious as he is, and worried (in the back of his brain that's quickly being drowned out) about others walking in, kissing her is rapidly taking most, if not all, of his attention.

This is all new--and he'd spent his adolescence focused more on training and wanting to fight the androids, so having a 'normal adolescent' activity to focus on (even if late in life) is a nice change. It's certainly something he's had the occasional thought and hope for, and here it is. Having her so close and kissing him is very nice.

He'll even move the box to the side, if she wants to get closer. Fingers stroke through her shorter hair affectionately, before hesitantly moving lower to her waist.

[nutkrusher]

The presence of his hand is most welcome, as Cassie's own arms wrap around him. They may yet start to wander, though they stay around his back and shoulders for now. Meanwhile, she takes advantage of the absence of any impediments to press herself closer against him.

In addition to the obvious, there's a special, additional thrill to this kind of schoolgirl naughtiness. It's been a few years since she's snuck under the bleachers like this. She'd almost forgotten how fun it was.

[light_of_willpower]

He'd never had that 'schoolgirl naughtiness', but there is a hint of thrill besides the obvious for him. Just a hint, as most of him is still focused on her. Her arms around him, and his own curling her closer at her waist. Enjoying the closeness and lack of space between their bodies. The affection and attraction in the kiss.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie's eyes close for a moment, allowing her to focus completely on the sensation of the experience. Of his lips and tongue, of his body against her fingers. As good as the kissing is, it's the second one that stands out compared to everyone else she's been with.

His body feels great - firm, taut, and rippling with muscle. As fair as his features are and as soft as his hair is, he is absolutely fucking built. She could almost forget that, if it weren't for the whole possessing a full field of vision thing.

And definitely not now, when she gets to explore it up close.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks is a little lost in the sensations himself, despite his normal good sense. And normal shyness, as no one's caught them yet to remind him to be embarrassed. The part of his brain that would normally be alert to this is not in charge however.

Which doesn't mean his brain isn't working--he's spent too long having to be alert for his life and for other's lives to be completely lost.

But most of his attention is taken by Cassie. Her lips, and occasionally her tongue, as they kissed. Sharing breath, and he could hear her heartbeat faintly. Of how close she was--maybe not as soft as some women, but still softer than him for all that she was toned muscle which he appreciated. Warm, and he just wanted to keep her close. And maybe to explore, although he kept a firm leash on that impulse regarding his free hand not holding the box.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie's hands are a little less polite. They've started to wander ever so slightly lower than might otherwise be deemed appropriate. She's not into "public indecency" territory yet, but she certainly feels like she'll get there soon.