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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!
blitzcheer: (pulling me in)

kitchen

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-10-02 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
...is someone baking with chocolate in here, let this young man's nose lead him into the kitchen for--other things, yes! Not for cookies!

To be met with the scene taking place. The cottonball bat has good tastes.

"You making these for the newbies?"
emerald_mirror: (are you on the square?)

[personal profile] emerald_mirror 2020-10-03 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Everyone, really. I'm making enough, that's for sure. So if you want to have some for quality control or something, feel free." Xander grinned at that.

He has to stop to direct Cottonball back to the fruit. If nothing else, the puffball is determined. But it's pretty clear that Xander's also used to this sort of thing. Sometimes, he'll even let her have a taste of certain things, but chocolate generally isn't good for animals. So not now.

"You hanging in there?" Xander's got a good show going, but even he's a bit down after the station stop and certain departures...
blitzcheer: (always always always always)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-10-03 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Quality control, don't mind if he does slip more into the room then! That's an offer he can't refuse, and for the air he's giving (attempting to give) like he isn't that interested in having a chocolate chip cookie - ...he's definitely coming straight for them.

Though the question does take some of the wind out of his sails. "Oh--yeah, I'm fine. I didn't go out on the platform this stop." He couldn't do it, not the newbies or the people leaving. He didn't have it in him.

"What about you?" He picks up one of the cookies. "I know a some of the people who've been here a while left. Anyone...you knew?"
emerald_mirror: (and if I had a dollar bill)

[personal profile] emerald_mirror 2020-10-03 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
That question makes Xander heave a sigh, and square his shoulders a little bit. "Yeah, a couple people. But them's the breaks, right? The train giveth, and the train taketh away," he says, trying to make a joke of it. He didn't know Ifrit that well, save for helping fireproof her stuff, but Gladio and Prompto...

"I mean it's not like that sort of thing happens. Just gotta get out and make new friends, right?" Though Xander knows darn well it's not going to get any easier to watch friends go, when they do.
blitzcheer: (won't get oh so critical)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-10-03 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think the cookies will give you some new friends," he offers, his own attempt at a light joke back. "But... you know, I'm okay feeling miserable for a while and picking myself up later. Maybe one day we'll even get to know why it happens in the first place."

Why any of this is happening--but why people abruptly get made to leave wouldn't be a bad start.
emerald_mirror: (I was born an original sinner)

[personal profile] emerald_mirror 2020-10-04 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, I'll take it, even if it's just because of free food. Not that all the food here isn't free anyway." It's the spirit of the thing. And cookies were a comfort food, right?

"Yeah, I've tried to talk to the train--although talking is relative in my case, I admit. I haven't really gotten any farther than Nita has, I'm pretty sure. Though we might have to try again."

New ideas coming up and everything. "I'd kind of like to know why people come and go, too. Like why are we called here? Do we go right back home when we do go? I don't know. Pretty sure everyone wants to, though."
blitzcheer: (mrhrhrhrhrhgghgh)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-10-04 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Nita told me someone left the train and came back remembering everything? But I...I don't know if they remember being back home," he admits, realising that halfway into talking.

"You think the train's ever gonna let up and talk back?"
emerald_mirror: (I was born from original sin)

[personal profile] emerald_mirror 2020-10-24 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know," Xander replies, shrugging. "Then again, if I stop trying, it never will. So I'm gonna keep trying. I don't get words--Nita does, or will, if it ever happens. I don't have telepathy. But I can bring some clarity with what I do get, you know?"

Xander just hopes that made sense.