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

[zechs_isonfire]

It figured, Zechs thought, that he was seen by these kidnappers as nothing more than a blunt instrument. He'd rather shown that any attempts at finesse lead to destruction either way.

"Given your opinions, I do wonder why you were chosen for a different team," Zechs looked at her now, analyzing. "What is the job of yours?"

[irrationally]

Tell her about it, Zechs. It's the same thing Alice has thought about before. People love describing the red team's parts of the missions as either dangerous or destructive, and that's what Alice has been dealing with for most of her life, so she honestly has no idea either.

"Purple?" It's a little harder to summarize as easily, and she seems to have to think about it for a moment. "Usually it involves fighting to protect some place, or helping out people in trouble." Which involves socializing. Ugh. Please, no. She's already making a bit of A Face at the very thought of it.

[zechs_isonfire]

Fighting to protect, or help people. Zechs had claimed those motives in the past - but again. It made all the more sense if whatever group had kidnapped him judged him incapable now.

Of course, he wouldn't voice these sorts of thoughts, especially to a stranger.

His eyes narrowed, just a little. "And which part of that do you have such distaste for?"

[irrationally]

There's absolutely zero hesitation in her answer. It comes out almost a little too quickly, like her brain doesn't even have to think about the answer before it's already rolling out of her mouth.

"Having to talk to people." Absolutely! The worst!

"I would prefer it if they just let me fight things instead."

[zechs_isonfire]

Zechs nodded; she wouldn't be the first soldier he'd heard that complaint from. Those sorts were better suited to the initial assault, and kept well away from the subsequent detainment and occupation of the conquered area. If at all possible.

It often wasn't.

He inclined his head. "Perhaps, if there are so few of us, you can steal something red and join us despite your assignment."

[irrationally]

"It's what I did last time. Well.. aside from the stealing part. Despite the train feeling the need to sort us into teams like this, it doesn't seem to care as to whether we truly stick with that assignment or not."

Alice sure didn't feel anything different when she went with the red team last time around as opposed to sticking with purple..

"It's just that it's quite annoying that this train pretends to know us better than we know ourselves."

[zechs_isonfire]

"Seems poorly implemented, if those who kidnapped us wanted us to perform a certain job," Zechs noted dryly. However, to her complaint, he pointed out, "Yet if there's no enforcement, the annoyance is minimal. I'm rather used to being weighed and evaluated even before acting - my actions will be what overrides those annoying assumptions."

[irrationally]

"Used to?"

She repeats the words. It's just Alice's natural curiosity rearing its head again - so she can't help but wonder as he says that.

"Were there people constantly judging you back home?" Okay, she is well aware that most humans are constantly busy judging others. But she's curious about a few more specifics than that.

[zechs_isonfire]

"You make it sound so ..." Zechs wasn't certain of how to term it. He crossed his arms. "All people tend to have a certain impression of others, even after mere moments. I am no different."

And Zechs decided his past had no place among strangers, if he could help it.

[irrationally]

Whatever she imagines he was about to say, she doesn't seem offended in the slightest. There's not even the bat of an eyelash.

"Sure. But most people would not be weighed very often." Most humans don't care about others, after all. Or so Alice has found. "I doubt people would be paying enough attention to someone like me to judge my actions very often, for example."

If not just because she straight up killed a guy and got away with it--

"You must have had a lot more eyes on you then."

[zechs_isonfire]

“I was a more public figure,” Zechs allowed. “And I was a soldier - that alone puts you under a certain amount of scrutiny, and rightly so. Those who have a certain position of power and strength, if they behave in ways unchecked, will do far greater damage than good.”

Zechs smirked a little. “But I doubt any of that matters here. As another person kidnapped, I’m now equal in position to any other.”

ugh i'm so sorry, dw ate this notif!

[irrationally]

A soldier! See, that's exactly the kind of information she was digging for. Alice doesn't even need much more explanation than that, really. Just this is enough to satisfy her, so instead she just nods at the last thing he says.

"This train does truly make us all more or less equal. I believe that there are even people aboard this train who are considered to be gods where they come from."

See, she's even willing to offer up that piece of information in return for what Zechs said. That's totally fair, right.

no worries :)

[zechs_isonfire]

That got a very, very skeptical eyebrow. Magic was difficult enough to believe, though he had a demonstration. But actual gods? Zechs found that hard to swallow.

But he just gave Alive a diplomatic nod, and even made light of it - though Zechs' sense of humor was hard to pick up on. "Very well - just so long as none of them ask for veneration, neither will I demand salutes from anyone."

[irrationally]

"Well, just don't run into the overly loud book then."

Yes, she said book. This is pretty normal by Alice standards, hence why she doesn't sound any different when she talks about it than she did a moment before.

"I believe he is a god-- or, well, he certainly seems to believe so himself. But he is an utter moron who only likes harassing people and claiming he is much greater than him."

[zechs_isonfire]

"... I could've guessed those personality flaws merely because he claims to be a god," Zechs told her wryly. "But if he's merely a book - how much can he truly do, if I was to be skeptical of his claims to his face?"

[irrationally]

She shrugs.

"I'm not sure. I never stuck around to see what powers he possibly has." There's only so much company from stupid people Alice can tolerate.

And it's not much at all.

"Though I don't think anyone should be afraid of him. He mostly just seems extremely annoying."

[zechs_isonfire]

Fear wasn't something that would've occurred to Zechs - even if Zetta was actually terrifying. So he snorted softly.

"If I should come across him, I'll simply place him right back between more well-behaved volumes on a bookshelf," Zechs delivered, deadpan.

[irrationally]

"Thank you. Please do that."

It's hard to tell if Alice is going along with it as a deadpan joke or whether she really means that.

(It's a little bit of both, really. Please put that book away somewhere it can't bother people, Zechs.)

"You would do all of us a great favour."

[zechs_isonfire]

"If it's for the good of the train, then," Zechs finally offered a small smirk.

"It's been a pleasure speaking to you, miss ...?" They hadn't introduced themselves, exactly.

[irrationally]

"Alice."

Apparently she does not offer an 'it's also been a pleasure' in return, because that's not how Alice rolls.

On the other hand, she must at least have somewhat enjoyed the conversation, or she would have walked away much earlier. Let alone even offered up her name like this.

"Alice Liddell."

I didn't see if 4th-walling is ok in her permissions, if it's not, Zechs will disregard this feeling

[zechs_isonfire]

The name seemed vaguely familiar, but Zechs ignored that for now.

"Zechs Merquise," Zechs offered in turn. "I anticipate we'll be working on missions together in the future."

ahh thank you, i forgot to add it!! it's totally okay with me for alice! c:

[irrationally]

"It's very much possible."

Especially since Alice rather liked going along with red last time compared to the purple missions she did before. If the next one involves any social aspects again for the purple team, she'll know where to olly over to instead.

"And I do suppose I'll see you around the train in general, either way. You'll find it's quite hard to not be surrounded by people in such a cramped space."

I always want to check first :)

[zechs_isonfire]

"Yes, that much I'm used to, at least. It's not that difficult to manage if we're all kept busy," Zechs agreed. Or at least, that's been his experience on the Martian terraforming colony.

The name suddenly pulled up a result. That ... hm. Alice's parents seemed to have had an odd sense of humor, had they? He didn't think of any other reason they'd inflict her with such a famous name, literary-wise. He wasn't thinking much more on it, and assured her instead, "I promise to avoid any puns related to your namesake."

<3!!

[irrationally]

She looks like she's about to leave, figuring they're done with this conversation.

But then Zechs instead continues to talk - and he just happens to say something that makes Alice completely stop her steps and turn back towards him instead.

".. My namesake?" She repeats, some clear confusion in her tone. Like she has no idea what he's talking about.

[zechs_isonfire]

He hadn't read the pamphlet yet, or he would've thought twice before speaking. But Zechs hadn't fully thought through the implications of other realities. Or, one might say - what kinds of possibilities could be generated if anything were possible.

Zechs raised his eyebrows slightly. "Alice Liddell? I will guess that your parents had an odd sense of humor when they named you, or they're inordinately fond of classic children's literature."