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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2020-12-01 06:00 am

A New Platform [Intro Post December]

On the Train

It's only been a couple of days since the Voidtrecker Express took to the void once more, and many of the passengers are still recovering and recuperating after a very hectic end to their latest mission. Nevertheless, they are awoken by a familiar message.

"Good morning passengers, it is day sixteen of the month of Imagination. Points have been updated on the system."

They have indeed, and everyone can spend the morning shopping. Those who have been on the train for 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 the windows fill with the fog that means they are at a platform. It is warm outside with a pleasant breeze that flows down the platform, rustling the light spread of leaves that litter the floor.

As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Akemi Homura, Alfred the Poisoner, Donatello Versus, Chie Satonaka, Joscelin Fitzthomas, Ronan Lynch, Rose Tyler, Tangle the Lemur, Trowa Barton, Wester Mazaki and Whisper the Wolf all pass through the platform, not looking back before they disappear through the barriers and into the fog beyond.

But on the platform itself there are 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 the swirling leaves at their feet, moving in flurries and rattling against each other softly. As their eyes adjust, they will see they are on a platform, cement and packed earth forming a very practical, plain-looking shelter. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single track extending both ways into thick fog.

They are standing, in clothes that are not their own and a style 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 eight 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's 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 lead to something terrible. If that is not enough, there are plenty of people on the platform now, to encourage them onto the train.

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 (see
'Publications'). The store rooms have been restocked with more jars of honey, the ingredient of the month of Imagination, as well as sundries.

A new carriage has been added right next to the luggage carriage. It is a second medical carriage, or triage carriage. Downstairs is more open with beds and chairs, upstairs are two surgical bays for those that need immediate attention.

For those intrigued by the claim of a parcel for every passenger they will find several large boxes filled with small blue bags. Inside each bag is ten dark blue coins imprinted on each side with a silver snowflake. Each bag has a small label with a passengers name. On the other side of the label it reads: Keep these safe for now.

Of course for any passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage as well.

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 to encourage any stragglers taking advantage of the pleasant weather and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, but they may wish to brief their new companions.

The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view again 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!
unfavorableinstigation: It is dark, but Nita is inside reading a book. (Reading Indoors)

[personal profile] unfavorableinstigation 2020-12-06 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Nita nodded. "That's what makes it seem somewhat close to what I'm used to - it's different, in that there doesn't seem to be an Oath or anything-"

A 'mission statement', one could say... or at least a set of guidelines.

"But given the enormity of what we're being dumped into, having one of the principles of the matter involve not being able to recall consent, to be able to trust anyone fully about what's going on - that seems counterproductive, in a lot of ways."

Not Being The Ministry had some benefits, probably, but Nita knew full well they had no idea what those all were.
unfavorableinstigation: Nita looking right, holding a book. (I'm In The Book)

[personal profile] unfavorableinstigation 2020-12-06 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Nita scrolled slowly through the listings as Demyx watched.

"See any names you recognize?"

She wasn't looking at Demyx, meaning she had to rely on him to be forthcoming about recognizing names OR faces.
sos_pilot: by <user name=noimpulsecontrol> (let's fly let's fly away)

[personal profile] sos_pilot 2020-12-06 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Interest meter up! "Mobile suits? You mean like those, awesome, people-shaped robots you pilot in anime?!"
blitzcheer: (hand onnnn HIP!!!!)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-12-06 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, sounds like more orders for art supplies, hey?" Tidus asks cheerily. "What do you need for that? You just mash paper into water or something?"

What is art.
blitzcheer: (put some clothes on)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-12-06 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhh -- are those the ones people use out in space?" Is that going to make any sense. But Ple Two says about mobile suits and he instantly knows the canon remembers talking about them with other passengers. "Ever heard of something called 'gundanium'?"
blitzcheer: (but wuz dat so baahhdd)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-12-06 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh!!" Oh!! "What do you do then?" Wait- "Like your Turf War game? Is that what it is?"

He may sound somewhat more excited about this possibility, ignore that he still wouldn't be able to play it anyway!?
flatteries: (on the noose around your neck)

[personal profile] flatteries 2020-12-06 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a sliiight moment of contemplation, but it doesn't take very long at all before Inigo just says: "Sure."

It's not like it could hurt, right? Even though he has absolutely no idea of what he'll find once he's looking through the odd device.

So he moves to sit down, leaning over to look into it, one eye closed, and--

"W-What's this? It doesn't even look like a leaf!" It's hard to tell if he's impressed or confused with that tone. Maybe it's both.
flatteries: (count your blessings)

[personal profile] flatteries 2020-12-06 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs.

"Then tell me about them! I'm curious!" Especially when she's walking around like that, obviously looking for something. Unless Rapunzel is trying to hide something, but Inigo doesn't think that's the case. She's just not the type.

"Did you have one idea in particular you were thinking about?"
lucklessgege: (Default)

[personal profile] lucklessgege 2020-12-06 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods and lets himself be tugged. He does prefer red on Hua Cheng but there must be a reason he was placed with blue instead. He will have to find someone who knows the different colors.

"I'm glad they are going to let us stay together. I wonder if everyone is that lucky." because it definitely isn't his luck that got them this..so it had to have been Hua Cheng's luck.
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[personal profile] lucklessgege 2020-12-06 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs since that does seem a bit unlikely. "You won't have long to find out." Nighttime will come pretty quickly.
lucklessgege: (Default)

[personal profile] lucklessgege 2020-12-06 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah..people have said that what I make it amazing." Not in the best of sense but that is one world they have used to describe it. Mostly to describe the fact that anything like it could exist in the first place.

He has placed some items in a pot and is stirring it occasionally. The color is a very unnatural gray and already beginning to look less then appetizing. Xie Lian doesn't seem to notice though as he moves onto looking at a few other possible ingredients to be added to it.

subcircuits: (definitely like what i'm seeing)

[personal profile] subcircuits 2020-12-06 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Devero tries to fend Koumyou off as the other man corners him in the pool, but only half-heartedly. And when the Sanzo's hand lights on his cheek, he freezes. His cheek is warm, but, that could totally just be the pool, right? And the way his heart is pounding is just because of the scramble. Right.

"W-well." Oh, that came out shaky. Come on, Devero, get a hold of yourself. "I mean, I'm not allowed to think I'm handsome, that would be egotistical. So it's n-nice to hear that you think so."
fun_thementalist: (brace yourself)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-12-06 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
“I ... kind of know how you feel,” Gen admitted. “I’m sure our situations are very different ... but as much as we both want to go home, I’d still be worried too if ...”

Gen wasn’t acting right now. Adam’s words mirrored his thoughts too well. He took the packets of hot chocolate he found and grabbed a pair of mugs. “You can’t help but worry about him, since you can’t do anything for him here. Right? Whether or not time is passing at home ... it doesn’t change that you’re here and you can’t help him.”
subcircuits: (hunted)

[personal profile] subcircuits 2020-12-06 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
'Civilian run' doesn't seem to bother him, but he does nod understanding. "I used to be in the Guard too," he says briefly, as if that statement is self-explanatory.

"First I've heard of any welcome packet. I'll have to download it--" Fucking wait. "It's not available for download, is it. You mean an actual paper packet."

He frowns. "I did see people disembarking right when the train arrived at the platform," he recalls. "Are you telling me that they weren't leaving of their own volition?"
fun_thementalist: (manga - innocent 2)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-12-06 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
“Complacency is a word I’ve heard thrown around sometimes, even if I’d hesitate to use it,” Gen lied. “But I can’t deny it might be, ah. Maybe accurate for some people? I shouldn’t judge too much.”

Gen then grinned, it’s additional information about the too serious man right there. “Ah. I’ve actually heard some people have bought some with points! I haven’t been here too long, relatively, so I’ve been focusing on other stuff. But, I think if you ask around you might find someone willing to game with you.”

“Then again, if you’re ever in the mood for cards, that’s something we have plenty of, and I know a few other people who’d want to play,” Gen gave him a playful wink.
its_dad_sanzo: (dilf)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2020-12-06 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
And he's stuttering? Koumyou is delighted.

"Too cute, too cute!" Great, good, this will definitely help, especially with his hand lingering on Devero's cheek.

"Having an ego's not such a bad thing, is it?"
fun_thementalist: (whut)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-12-06 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Gen tried to lean closer even with all the ink around him to see better. He tried to figure out ... no, this wasn’t a deception this time. He actually didn’t get it.

“Ink, for combat? What exactly can you do with it?” Gen asked, genuinely puzzled.
adregem: (the great unifier always looks ahead.)

[personal profile] adregem 2020-12-06 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Roland can only react as naturally as it comes. He sighs so deeply, he feels it in his bones. His fingers begin to massage the bridge of his nose in an attempt to lessen the tension crawling up to his temples, whether from the lack of sleep or the restlessness of his never-ending thoughts. He hasn't been the same since that day, and hearing about Senku's broken SCA seemed to bring it all back up to the dirty surface.

But he is worried first and foremost. Even if his actions don't seem to reflect such a feeling, not right now. Roland lets Tidus ask the questions, because for Roland it won't really matter. Senku experiments so often, maybe he just broke it like that? He stays silent, but there's a flurry of movement by his corner, blocking the exit of the train. It's revealed soon; he removes his own SCA, wrist free from the device, and offers it with an extended hand to Senku, not quite bridging the distance. Learning from that mistake.

Though he's charged, almost frantic in nature. Unlike him, not the same man, no not since -

"Take mine, then." Roland says quickly, a shake of the SCA twice for emphasis. "Wear it. Just don't go out of this train without the watch." If Senku pauses, if there is room for hesitation, Roland's expression falls even deeper. "Please."
Edited 2020-12-06 17:36 (UTC)
fun_thementalist: (manga - crafty)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-12-06 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
“That seems fair! I’ve helped with a few projects already, even if I’m really not great at cooking myself,” Gen chuckled sheepishly, “I’m just good at following directions.”

He went to get the cutting board and knife after Lea pointed them out, though he had known where they were kept. Gen gave him a bashful sort of smile.

“But it did occur to me that I don’t really know if there are a lot of people with allergies on board, if there’s stuff people can’t eat, and so on,” Gen told Lea. He grabbed some of the produce so he could help him dice them up.
consider8: (Enjoya8le)

[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-06 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes!" She nodded enthusiastically. "Remember how I made ink in a jar? That's how fast I can make it on my own. But with an ink tank I can store ink in advance, and fill it up inside the ink pools. We can't have Turf Wars without ink tanks!"
fun_thementalist: (that's my line usually)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-12-06 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Perseus is a country as well, where you’ve come from?

I think he’s only a mythological figure on my version of Earth.

[ Curious and interesting! Even if it only amounted to trivia. ]
blitzcheer: (ummmooo)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-12-06 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Soooo," sooooo, "don't suppose this is where you get to tell me there's a way for a inkless human to play Turf Wars too, is there?"

Okay, now he's acknowledging the absolute inability of him being able to play, but. But!! Do you want to ruin this hopeful, pleading puppy face he's making, Eight?
consider8: (Really?)

[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-06 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
That causes her pause. She knew he was enthusiastic about the idea, but didn't think he would actually want to play it.

...could he play it...?

"Umm..." Well, there was really only one way to find out... Eight took her bucket and dropped a slot of ink on the floor. "If you're going to play Turf wars, you're going to have to be able to do this!" She then took a step onto the ink puddle and her body disappears into it. The surface of the puddle breaks to show that she's in there.

Her body then rises up from the ink, shakes it off and takes a step aside. "See what you can do. If you can do it, then you could play turf wars." Uh... "But be careful. If it doesn't work you're going to be jumping into floor."
fun_thementalist: (allow me to explain!)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-12-06 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Gen hummed and tapped his chin, taking her words seriously, momentarily lost on thought.

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. “Ah. What about the cinema car? There’s long walls on either side leading down to the movie screen. When the lights are turned down people can focus on the film, but other times ... they can see the lovely paintings.”
subcircuits: (eyes only for you)

[personal profile] subcircuits 2020-12-06 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Now you're flattering me," he protests, bringing up both hands to push lightly on Koumyou's chest. He-- he doesn't really sound like he minds, though.

He cocks his head curiously and recites, "Ego is an enemy of the community." Duh, Koumyou!