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voidtreckerexpress2020-10-03 10:28 pm
salutosinedelectat) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-10-03 10:28 pm
[OPEN] + [some closed]
Who: Aziraphale, Crowley, Lan Wangji, Conan, and YOU
Where: Several different carriages
When: A lot of backdating: some close logs between the 26th of Grasshopper and 5th of Horseshoe, one in the halfway Horseshoe; open starters between the 13th and 24th of Horseshoe
What: Necessary conversations and confrontations are had, some literature and history is discussed, and life continues on for one of the angels in the train.
Warnings: Possible discussions of sensitive past events involving, but not limited to: the end of the world, war, violence. Talks about real world writers. And maybe language. Will add more if necessary.
(Skip to the end for open prompts)
[Closed, for Crowley]
[Sometime in late Grasshopper] Build Up Some Character
Aziraphale was quite happy to put all of the mysteriously magical mess behind him- once again. Another mess among many, and another example for the growing research that claims that islands equal some sort of stranger communal invasion of the mind, or some other sort of magic-based unpleasantness. He's not quite sure of the full logic behind it yet, but the evidence is getting quite hard to ignore.
But, after everything that happened in the island, the quaint little break mixed with unwanted, unwarranted, unprompted invasions and sharing of his and others' psyches and memories, he was far too happy to simply return to the train and settle down with a cup of tea and the privacy of his mind intact. Sure, he and his unfortunate memory-sharing partner had tried to go about it as simple and effective as they could and were both fairly cordial, but that didn't take away the distress of finding themselves exposed the way they were. And, sure, it did lead to the angel and the demon having a rather necessary conversation about things in their past that they had needed to address for a while, and it brought them even closer as a result, but he still would have preferred if it hadn't happened quite so forcefully. But he fears that if he actually voices his disdain for all of these mind-invading events that seem to have exponentially grown in the number in the last year or so once more, whatever higher power (that isn't The Almighty) that is watching them might just drop another one on them out of spite.
When things settled, he relaxed. Well, mostly: he went about resuming his readings - both on his research on the Void and the ministry that apparently chases the train they find themselves in, and some fiction to sate his own curiosity -, as well as continuing the rest of his routine on the train. But he couldn't ignore the state the demon was in.
The angel partly wandered if it had to do with the conversation they had, even if it seemed to have ended on a positive note. Perhaps something had been left unsaid. Perhaps they didn't talk about everything they should have. Or, perhaps, Crowley's own experience in the island had a stronger effect on him than he had let the angel know.
Whatever it was, the angel tried to accommodate him as well as he could, while politely avoiding addressing the change in behavior. He made sure to check on the demon throughout the day. As always, invited him to share meals and pleasant conversation. Kept him updated on his research. He even suggested they watched a few of the animated films that were are their disposal in the cinema cart, despite Aziraphale's utter lack of interest in them. He found himself coming short on how to improve the demon's mood, just short of asking him directly what has exactly been bothering him.
Still, he tried. And that's what he found himself doing then, having gathered his things from the private room he had spent his day in, and finding the demon late in the afternoon, with the idea to invite him to yet another film viewing. Dealer's choice. Hopefully something the angel could sit through without having to suppress his scathing criticism.
"Ah, there you are, my dear. I've been looking for you." Aziraphale held a book and a couple of notebooks under his arm. "I was wondering if you're in the mood for a film?"
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[Closed, for Lan Wanji]
[Sometime in late Grasshopper, early Horseshoe] Take Two
As the days passed, Aziraphale found himself occasionally thinking about the man he had found himself in a surprise mental bond with. Another passenger, of course (as if there would have been any other option), a vaguely familiar face as those that you find when you keep same space and schedule as a stranger, remembering them without ever uttering a word to each other.
Well, they sure had to share some words, when they met. Awkward, uncomfortable words, not by fault of either of them. Having been made forcibly privy to moments in each other's lives hardly counts for productive conversation, sure it surely leads to them remembering each other for at least some time.
After all that happened, and some ultimately positive fallout from the things they had seen, the man had been on Aziraphale's mind every so often. Perhaps they had even seen each other, walking by through carriages, passing by the kitchen. Aziraphale wandered if the man had had to deal with some sort of consequence borne from his own memories, like he had.
After a week had passed, he then found himself thinking that perhaps they should talk once more. Perhaps there were more questions, something to say, or maybe they could simply try to have a proper conversation without feeling exposed and uncomfortable.
Aziraphale arranged such a meeting, and figured they could sit in one of the private cars for such an exchange. As he waited, he poured himself a cup of tea from the pot he thought to prepare for the both of them. He hoped the young man liked tea.
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[Closed, for Conan]
[Sometime in early to mid Horseshoe] Literary Insight
When Aziraphale was aware that the train now sported a library, he got quite excited about the prospect. Nothing, not ever, could ever compare to his own bookshop (oh, how he misses it so), but the thought of a place with rows of shelves with a myriad of tomes, perhaps several he never even knew of, from worlds he doesn't quite know, ah, it does bring some joy to his heart.
He was, of course, quite disheartened when it turned out to be something that looked like a library (or, rather, two kinds of library, and he admittedly found himself more attracted to the academic-looking one), but was mostly devoid of books to ever fill the long collections of shelves. It was heartbreaking to see.
Still, he made the best out of a bad situation, and spent the majority of his time in the library, picking at what books he could find, and making mental notes of what he should request in the future.
On his way to one of the desks in the top floor, which he much preferred, he happened to spot the young man at one of the desks. It was hard to miss anyone up there, specially since the space was really just devoid of books in the first place.
"Ah, young Conan. Hello." He offered the boy a smile. "Getting caught up on our reading, are we?"
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[OPEN]
[Between the 13th and 24th of Horseshoe]
I. Library
This car was a disappointment.
It still is a disappointment, but he's been making due. He does quite like the environment in the first floor of the car, something much more familiar to the kinds of places he would spend days in before he ever opened his own bookshop, but utterly empty shelves are still quite the sore view.
Regardless, he's taken to bring whatever books that do catch his eye upstairs, now having found a new place to continue his research. Though, with all the time in his hands, including the time that most other passengers are sleeping, he's gone through several of the books many a times, trying to drain them of every drop of information he can find about the Void, the trains, the ministry, and anything that might help him make more sense of this mystery.
He's accompanied by Crowley sometimes, committing the crime against decency that is talking in a library, but he would argue that a library without books isn't really a library. An idea of a library, perhaps.
Either way, he's spent much of his time that others went outside to take on fantastical quests reading through the books available to them. Perhaps he's crossed paths with other bibliophiles and some curious minds. Perhaps people that suffered the same disappointment as him...
II. Games
He's never quite stopped properly examine the games carriage ever since it first appeared. It's just been quite a while since he's sat down for a proper gentleman's game, like chess or checkers.
During one of his breaks from reading, and has he's stretching his legs by taking a walk through the train, he makes a stop at the game carriage to examine the stock.
It's quite hard to miss all of the games that seemed based around trains. One where you're meant to build your own paths and best your rivals by taking up as much of the board as you can. One that seems to be about how to effectively run your train and make each area as productive as possible. And yet another one that seems to be about a train heist.
All quite good, he does suppose, but a tad bit complicated for him. Though he does eye them curiously, and the myriad of strategy games. They seem to be cute curious and complex, far more than he remembers. Are there maybe some of these on his own version of Earth?
III. Wildcard
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Where: Several different carriages
When: A lot of backdating: some close logs between the 26th of Grasshopper and 5th of Horseshoe, one in the halfway Horseshoe; open starters between the 13th and 24th of Horseshoe
What: Necessary conversations and confrontations are had, some literature and history is discussed, and life continues on for one of the angels in the train.
Warnings: Possible discussions of sensitive past events involving, but not limited to: the end of the world, war, violence. Talks about real world writers. And maybe language. Will add more if necessary.
(Skip to the end for open prompts)
[Closed, for Crowley]
[Sometime in late Grasshopper] Build Up Some Character
Aziraphale was quite happy to put all of the mysteriously magical mess behind him- once again. Another mess among many, and another example for the growing research that claims that islands equal some sort of stranger communal invasion of the mind, or some other sort of magic-based unpleasantness. He's not quite sure of the full logic behind it yet, but the evidence is getting quite hard to ignore.
But, after everything that happened in the island, the quaint little break mixed with unwanted, unwarranted, unprompted invasions and sharing of his and others' psyches and memories, he was far too happy to simply return to the train and settle down with a cup of tea and the privacy of his mind intact. Sure, he and his unfortunate memory-sharing partner had tried to go about it as simple and effective as they could and were both fairly cordial, but that didn't take away the distress of finding themselves exposed the way they were. And, sure, it did lead to the angel and the demon having a rather necessary conversation about things in their past that they had needed to address for a while, and it brought them even closer as a result, but he still would have preferred if it hadn't happened quite so forcefully. But he fears that if he actually voices his disdain for all of these mind-invading events that seem to have exponentially grown in the number in the last year or so once more, whatever higher power (that isn't The Almighty) that is watching them might just drop another one on them out of spite.
When things settled, he relaxed. Well, mostly: he went about resuming his readings - both on his research on the Void and the ministry that apparently chases the train they find themselves in, and some fiction to sate his own curiosity -, as well as continuing the rest of his routine on the train. But he couldn't ignore the state the demon was in.
The angel partly wandered if it had to do with the conversation they had, even if it seemed to have ended on a positive note. Perhaps something had been left unsaid. Perhaps they didn't talk about everything they should have. Or, perhaps, Crowley's own experience in the island had a stronger effect on him than he had let the angel know.
Whatever it was, the angel tried to accommodate him as well as he could, while politely avoiding addressing the change in behavior. He made sure to check on the demon throughout the day. As always, invited him to share meals and pleasant conversation. Kept him updated on his research. He even suggested they watched a few of the animated films that were are their disposal in the cinema cart, despite Aziraphale's utter lack of interest in them. He found himself coming short on how to improve the demon's mood, just short of asking him directly what has exactly been bothering him.
Still, he tried. And that's what he found himself doing then, having gathered his things from the private room he had spent his day in, and finding the demon late in the afternoon, with the idea to invite him to yet another film viewing. Dealer's choice. Hopefully something the angel could sit through without having to suppress his scathing criticism.
"Ah, there you are, my dear. I've been looking for you." Aziraphale held a book and a couple of notebooks under his arm. "I was wondering if you're in the mood for a film?"
-------------------------------------
[Closed, for Lan Wanji]
[Sometime in late Grasshopper, early Horseshoe] Take Two
As the days passed, Aziraphale found himself occasionally thinking about the man he had found himself in a surprise mental bond with. Another passenger, of course (as if there would have been any other option), a vaguely familiar face as those that you find when you keep same space and schedule as a stranger, remembering them without ever uttering a word to each other.
Well, they sure had to share some words, when they met. Awkward, uncomfortable words, not by fault of either of them. Having been made forcibly privy to moments in each other's lives hardly counts for productive conversation, sure it surely leads to them remembering each other for at least some time.
After all that happened, and some ultimately positive fallout from the things they had seen, the man had been on Aziraphale's mind every so often. Perhaps they had even seen each other, walking by through carriages, passing by the kitchen. Aziraphale wandered if the man had had to deal with some sort of consequence borne from his own memories, like he had.
After a week had passed, he then found himself thinking that perhaps they should talk once more. Perhaps there were more questions, something to say, or maybe they could simply try to have a proper conversation without feeling exposed and uncomfortable.
Aziraphale arranged such a meeting, and figured they could sit in one of the private cars for such an exchange. As he waited, he poured himself a cup of tea from the pot he thought to prepare for the both of them. He hoped the young man liked tea.
-------------------------------------
[Closed, for Conan]
[Sometime in early to mid Horseshoe] Literary Insight
When Aziraphale was aware that the train now sported a library, he got quite excited about the prospect. Nothing, not ever, could ever compare to his own bookshop (oh, how he misses it so), but the thought of a place with rows of shelves with a myriad of tomes, perhaps several he never even knew of, from worlds he doesn't quite know, ah, it does bring some joy to his heart.
He was, of course, quite disheartened when it turned out to be something that looked like a library (or, rather, two kinds of library, and he admittedly found himself more attracted to the academic-looking one), but was mostly devoid of books to ever fill the long collections of shelves. It was heartbreaking to see.
Still, he made the best out of a bad situation, and spent the majority of his time in the library, picking at what books he could find, and making mental notes of what he should request in the future.
On his way to one of the desks in the top floor, which he much preferred, he happened to spot the young man at one of the desks. It was hard to miss anyone up there, specially since the space was really just devoid of books in the first place.
"Ah, young Conan. Hello." He offered the boy a smile. "Getting caught up on our reading, are we?"
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[OPEN]
[Between the 13th and 24th of Horseshoe]
I. Library
This car was a disappointment.
It still is a disappointment, but he's been making due. He does quite like the environment in the first floor of the car, something much more familiar to the kinds of places he would spend days in before he ever opened his own bookshop, but utterly empty shelves are still quite the sore view.
Regardless, he's taken to bring whatever books that do catch his eye upstairs, now having found a new place to continue his research. Though, with all the time in his hands, including the time that most other passengers are sleeping, he's gone through several of the books many a times, trying to drain them of every drop of information he can find about the Void, the trains, the ministry, and anything that might help him make more sense of this mystery.
He's accompanied by Crowley sometimes, committing the crime against decency that is talking in a library, but he would argue that a library without books isn't really a library. An idea of a library, perhaps.
Either way, he's spent much of his time that others went outside to take on fantastical quests reading through the books available to them. Perhaps he's crossed paths with other bibliophiles and some curious minds. Perhaps people that suffered the same disappointment as him...
II. Games
He's never quite stopped properly examine the games carriage ever since it first appeared. It's just been quite a while since he's sat down for a proper gentleman's game, like chess or checkers.
During one of his breaks from reading, and has he's stretching his legs by taking a walk through the train, he makes a stop at the game carriage to examine the stock.
It's quite hard to miss all of the games that seemed based around trains. One where you're meant to build your own paths and best your rivals by taking up as much of the board as you can. One that seems to be about how to effectively run your train and make each area as productive as possible. And yet another one that seems to be about a train heist.
All quite good, he does suppose, but a tad bit complicated for him. Though he does eye them curiously, and the myriad of strategy games. They seem to be cute curious and complex, far more than he remembers. Are there maybe some of these on his own version of Earth?
III. Wildcard
[OOC: Aziraphale will be all over, as usual. Feel free to start your own prompt, or even ask about what you'd like to play in the replies. If you wanna plot privately, feel free to PM this account, find me at
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"Oh hello Aziraphale!," he says brightly. "Did you find anything interesting to read lately?"
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"The choices are still quite limited, I'm afraid." The things he's opted for, mostly pertaining to the Void, Void trains and other related searches, together with his lack of need to sleep, didn't quite make for a prolonged activity. " I would love to find something new. How about you?"
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"I has truly hoped that gaining a library would actually, well... include the expected contents." He gives the surrounding empty shelves a gently forlorn look. "I'd go as far as to say it feels like someone felt like pulling our leg."
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Conan still remembered arriving here when there were no books available at all. The first month had been miserably boring.
"Have you found anything interesting to read lately?"
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Conan had read some of those, but his true love was for the classic mysteries. Doyle, Christie, Poe and the others.
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"Favorite tale?"
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"And Watson as well. Quite the combination."
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"How,er...intense."
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Many of them by accident. Back home, he hadn't been able to go anywhere without walking into a case.
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