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voidtreckerexpress2020-10-03 10:02 am
reflecting) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-10-03 10:02 am
A Delayed Train Introduction | OTA + 1:C
Who: MT and open, plus bonus MT and Room 1:C
Where: Luggage Car, Dressing Car, Sleeper One, and Sleeper One Room C
When: Morning, Horseshoe 17
What: MT wakes up in the luggage car and does not take it well
Warnings: She died
[ qU ϱniʞɒW | Luggage Car, moving to Dressing and Sleeper One ]
Waking up inside a suitcase was a new experience for MT. And while she is vocal about enjoying new experiences, perhaps not this particular one.
With only a little trouble, she fights her way outside of it, busting out like a video game character. And then.... she sees where she is. "Oh no, this is... this is the freaking train!"
To say she is upset is an understatement. In a fit of anger, she starts knocking down or throwing the suitcases and trunks that make up the majority of the room's contents.
Continuing her bad mood, her next stop is the Dressing Car. She's moving now, so she's not as intent on wrecking it, but she IS going to be very rude and standoffish to anybody inside, and maybe try to rip down any webs in her way.
Once she hits Sleeper One, she stops. This really is a... not normal, but a train-looking train, at least. She fishes around until she finds her ticket.
"....This is bull," she mutters.
[ ɘɔnɒɿɈnƎ ɘɈɒ⅃ A | Room 1:C ]
To the residents of Sleeper One, Room C, there was a new roommate who was supposed to have moved in. According to the names outside the door... "Tulip's Reflection" whatever that's supposed to mean.
But she never showed up on platform day. Or platform night. Or... the next morning, when people are supposed to wake up in their beds, regardless of where they've been.
But a little later that morning, the door to their room opens, and a young girl, about thirteen by appearances, enters. Wearing a black leather jacket over a torn-up orange polo. And also she's made completely of reflective metal.
"Guess I'm a passenger this time," she says, anger still in the background but a little awkwardness creeping in. "Whatever. Which bed's free?"
Where: Luggage Car, Dressing Car, Sleeper One, and Sleeper One Room C
When: Morning, Horseshoe 17
What: MT wakes up in the luggage car and does not take it well
Warnings: She died
[ qU ϱniʞɒW | Luggage Car, moving to Dressing and Sleeper One ]
Waking up inside a suitcase was a new experience for MT. And while she is vocal about enjoying new experiences, perhaps not this particular one.
With only a little trouble, she fights her way outside of it, busting out like a video game character. And then.... she sees where she is. "Oh no, this is... this is the freaking train!"
To say she is upset is an understatement. In a fit of anger, she starts knocking down or throwing the suitcases and trunks that make up the majority of the room's contents.
Continuing her bad mood, her next stop is the Dressing Car. She's moving now, so she's not as intent on wrecking it, but she IS going to be very rude and standoffish to anybody inside, and maybe try to rip down any webs in her way.
Once she hits Sleeper One, she stops. This really is a... not normal, but a train-looking train, at least. She fishes around until she finds her ticket.
"....This is bull," she mutters.
[ ɘɔnɒɿɈnƎ ɘɈɒ⅃ A | Room 1:C ]
To the residents of Sleeper One, Room C, there was a new roommate who was supposed to have moved in. According to the names outside the door... "Tulip's Reflection" whatever that's supposed to mean.
But she never showed up on platform day. Or platform night. Or... the next morning, when people are supposed to wake up in their beds, regardless of where they've been.
But a little later that morning, the door to their room opens, and a young girl, about thirteen by appearances, enters. Wearing a black leather jacket over a torn-up orange polo. And also she's made completely of reflective metal.
"Guess I'm a passenger this time," she says, anger still in the background but a little awkwardness creeping in. "Whatever. Which bed's free?"
1C
Her new roommates explained that it belonged to 10 Vigilant Gaze, but it wasn’t until several hours later that he actually made an appearance.
When he did a bright blue-white flame sprang to life within the armor, which then simply sat up and focused on MT.>b>]
Ho there! Coming or-
[He caught himself. His habitual greeting from his days in the void didn’t really make sense here.]
...going. Neither, I suppose.
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Glad you could join us. [ Said with all the sarcasm she can muster. ]
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[Said with NO sarcasm at all. Angels aren't good at it.]
I hope you are feeling better?
[Probably not.]