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voidtreckerexpress2019-09-08 07:59 am
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Well that was Strange
Who: Little One and open!
Where: Cabin 1:C, games room, kitchen, carriage B
When: Bassoon day 4
What: Little One wakes up in a suitcase
Warnings: No specific ones to start but if anyone needs her dialect dropped please let me know! edited: Blood drinking in the Joss thread
Waking: Towards and into cabin 1:C
It was dark when she woke and she knew straight away that she was somewhere enclosed. Not her bed. Not even the makeshift bed she had made. Enclosed, small. Hands went out, probing. Not panicking. Not yet. There was no point until she had more information and no point even after. If she was trapped she was trapped. She would have to deal with that.
She hit solid walls on either side but as she reached above her head there was give and she pushed, swinging the lid open. She sat up and looked around. Luggage carriage. She could tell by the smell, the lingering smell of smoke. She clambered out of the suitcase and frowned on it. How had she got there?
Night time wanderings, a voice. The voice. Telling her she was needed in the control coach. Was that here? Then nothing. Until now.
Weird. She padded out of the luggage carriage, through the dressing carriage. It was full of spiderwebs. She wrinkled her nose. Had Peter gone crazy?
She is in her nightdress but she can see from the windows it is day time, or whatever passes for it here. So she heads to her room. She should get dressed. She presses her ticket to the screen and enters.
What's new? Carriage E
She had been on her way to get some food but this was a new carriage. One that had appeared when she was... Wherever she had been. She's trying not to think about the fact she had disappeared, it's weird. She entered the carriage and wrinkled her nose, what was this? She went over to one of the trunks and began looking through the boxes. Games. Board games. That must be it. She's heard of them.
She went through both floors, stopping to poke things or pick things up and read them. So many. How were there even so many games? Who had made them all? Why were they here?
Upstairs was even stranger, she picked up a large wooden block wondering what sort of game it was for. Building? Fighting?
Stranger still was the other side with the strange face masks. She picked one up and turned it around in her hands, examining it from all angles. What kind of game was this?
Disappearing is hungry work: Kitchen
Her explorations could only last too long before her stomach made it clear she hadn't eaten in a long time. She knows logically if she hadn't eaten in a whole week she wouldn't be alive so she must have... But she's still hungry.
She had read the information for this month. She doesn't even know what a Bassoon is, but Red team are to cook this month. That's her. She can cook. So she heads towards the kitchen to find something to eat.
There's fish, that's good. She knows what to do with fish and she finds some honey. Soon she is stood on tiptoes at a counter, heating a pan of oil and smearing honey onto a piece of fish.
Taking stock: Carriage B
After eating she went to one of the shop screens and bought some chocolate, some sweets and a bottle of purple drink.
She went to the normal carriage and found a table to clamber up onto. She leaned against the window, red hood pulled over her head, bare feet crossed in front of her, sweets spilled out on the table as she investigated them. She hadn't found one she didn't like yet honestly.
There's a lot to think about, where she had been, why she had been taken. She had missed a whole week and missed new people arriving. It makes her angry that she doesn't have any memories about it. Was she controlled in some way? How had she gotten off the train? Nothing made sense. She sighed and leaned her head back against the window.
Where: Cabin 1:C, games room, kitchen, carriage B
When: Bassoon day 4
What: Little One wakes up in a suitcase
Warnings: No specific ones to start but if anyone needs her dialect dropped please let me know! edited: Blood drinking in the Joss thread
Waking: Towards and into cabin 1:C
It was dark when she woke and she knew straight away that she was somewhere enclosed. Not her bed. Not even the makeshift bed she had made. Enclosed, small. Hands went out, probing. Not panicking. Not yet. There was no point until she had more information and no point even after. If she was trapped she was trapped. She would have to deal with that.
She hit solid walls on either side but as she reached above her head there was give and she pushed, swinging the lid open. She sat up and looked around. Luggage carriage. She could tell by the smell, the lingering smell of smoke. She clambered out of the suitcase and frowned on it. How had she got there?
Night time wanderings, a voice. The voice. Telling her she was needed in the control coach. Was that here? Then nothing. Until now.
Weird. She padded out of the luggage carriage, through the dressing carriage. It was full of spiderwebs. She wrinkled her nose. Had Peter gone crazy?
She is in her nightdress but she can see from the windows it is day time, or whatever passes for it here. So she heads to her room. She should get dressed. She presses her ticket to the screen and enters.
What's new? Carriage E
She had been on her way to get some food but this was a new carriage. One that had appeared when she was... Wherever she had been. She's trying not to think about the fact she had disappeared, it's weird. She entered the carriage and wrinkled her nose, what was this? She went over to one of the trunks and began looking through the boxes. Games. Board games. That must be it. She's heard of them.
She went through both floors, stopping to poke things or pick things up and read them. So many. How were there even so many games? Who had made them all? Why were they here?
Upstairs was even stranger, she picked up a large wooden block wondering what sort of game it was for. Building? Fighting?
Stranger still was the other side with the strange face masks. She picked one up and turned it around in her hands, examining it from all angles. What kind of game was this?
Disappearing is hungry work: Kitchen
Her explorations could only last too long before her stomach made it clear she hadn't eaten in a long time. She knows logically if she hadn't eaten in a whole week she wouldn't be alive so she must have... But she's still hungry.
She had read the information for this month. She doesn't even know what a Bassoon is, but Red team are to cook this month. That's her. She can cook. So she heads towards the kitchen to find something to eat.
There's fish, that's good. She knows what to do with fish and she finds some honey. Soon she is stood on tiptoes at a counter, heating a pan of oil and smearing honey onto a piece of fish.
Taking stock: Carriage B
After eating she went to one of the shop screens and bought some chocolate, some sweets and a bottle of purple drink.
She went to the normal carriage and found a table to clamber up onto. She leaned against the window, red hood pulled over her head, bare feet crossed in front of her, sweets spilled out on the table as she investigated them. She hadn't found one she didn't like yet honestly.
There's a lot to think about, where she had been, why she had been taken. She had missed a whole week and missed new people arriving. It makes her angry that she doesn't have any memories about it. Was she controlled in some way? How had she gotten off the train? Nothing made sense. She sighed and leaned her head back against the window.
Hey little sis, let's play not!Mario Kart!
He turns up at game car right around the afternoon, he's no longer on food prep so he's got a little more free time which means he gets bored twice as fast. Just don't tell Mr Stark. He shows up with the homemade gummies from Mr Stark a few other sweets and some water. When he sees the familiar form of Buttercup he just about drops all of it.
"Oh my God! You're back! I was so worried! Where'd you go? Can you remember? Gwen Couldn't when she got back-still can't but she's safe and so are you and that's the important part! Want some gummies? Mr Stark made them 'cause he's awesome-want me to show you how VR works? There's some pretty awesome games if you wanna play."
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She had been gone a whole week, that's such a strange thing to think about. She has no memories and that is worrying. "The control car. Except I do no be knowing where that do be being because I can no be remembering. I did be waking up in a suitcase."
Mister Stark had made gummies? Gummies were a sweet thing that Peter liked. "Yes please I would be liking some gummies, what do VR be being?"
She thinks that's all the questions.
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"That's too bad, but really, I'm just glad you're safe." Although he's a little concerned about the missing memories. He adjusts things in his arms a bit and holds the bowl of gummy candy out to her.
"VR-It stands for virtual reality which... is uh... not real reality... it might be easier to show you, actually." He states, setting his snacks down and grabbing the other VR head set. "You may need to adjust the glasses a bit-just move this part and see if it fits comfortably on your head-not too loose though-if you're anything like me when I play video games-you'll want it somewhat tight so it doesn't fly off."
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She put the glasses on her head and fiddled with the straps until they were tight enough to not fall off. "Do this be being right?"
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"Yeah, that's good. Turn it on by pressing this button on the side." He instructs, carefully walking her through how the VR works.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I got you a present-uh... well, three actually-but they won't be here until the next stop." He informs her before turning his attention back to the video game.
"Okay, ready to race?"
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Before she can ask though her whole vision goes dark for a moment before she is transported somewhere else. It's space. She recognises it from what it had looked like outside the train when the gravity magic had been broken. She span around but it's everywhere. Strange she can feel solid ground under her but she is in space... She looks down and she is stood in some strange blue... It's too small to be a train.
But where is she? And is that Peter's voice? "Peter?" There's panic rising but she fights it. She can hear him. She spins around again. Still space. Her hands come up to her face. She's still wearing the goggles, she pulls them off and...
She's on the train. In the new carriage. Peter is there, goggles on his own face. She presses the goggles back to her eyes. Space. Off. Train. On. Space.
This was the weirdest thing she had seen and she lives on a train that travels through a multicoloured void.
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"It's a pretty easy game-it's a race. You've gotta be faster than my car and watch out for the obstacles on the track. Don't worry though, it's not real so it can't hurt you if you smash into a rock or something, okay?"
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"Okay." She nodded as the world changed to a long track. "I do be being ready."
It wouldn't hurt. He said so and she trusted him. To not lie to her about something like that anyways. After all he was playing too.