voidtreckermods: (voidtrain)
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!
inquisitor_lavellan: taking my hands as your own, cover it in gold, leave me for a moment and I watch you grow old (lucky you to have me by your side)

Alleyana Tabris | Dragon Age | OTA

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-01 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
xxxxx 🛡️ platform & train

The Inquisitor staggered as her consciousness suddenly re-asserted itself. It was very possible she would even stumble into someone before she got control of her balance. It was still thrown off by her missing left arm, now ending just below the elbow and continuing as a flat, heavy, black dragonbone bar. The weight was nothing like the arm it replaced.

She whipped her head around, trying to see anything through the fog. Standing, that was something. A dream? Fog, as thick as she'd ever seen it on Thedas. Could still be a dream.

Alleyana finally glanced down, taking in her strange red clothing, not quite the red uniform she'd once worn to the Winter Palace, but alike enough to still be a dream. There was something on her back, further fucking up her balance.

The Fade? This was already too strange for a dream, surely, unless Solas had something really bizarre to show her. And she doubted that, since the coward liked to linger at the edges of her sleeping mind and then run away if she turned to look at him.

As the fog started to swirl away and the train approached, Alleyana actually jerked back and reached for a weapon that wasn't at her hip, and a shield that wasn't on her back. Just that bag, whatever the hell that was doing back there.

"Venuralas telam'dys ra!"

And now -- she was running the other way, going alongside the barrier if she had to, ripping the bag from her back as she went and furiously wrapping the straps around the bar standing in for her shield arm. She wouldn't run far, if she would even be allowed to, but she needed space from that big black thing--!

xxxxx(OOC: Feel free to catch her at any point in all that above!)

xxxxx 🛡️ outside and/or inside cabin: 3-A

Alleyana stared at her ticket. Stared at the door. Stared at the names displayed there.

"..." Back to the ticket.

"...You know what? Fuck it."

And if no one interrupted her first, she beeped the ticket at the reader and went inside. What fresh hell was she in store for, here?

Only one way to find out.

xxxxx 🛡️ Wildcard?

xxxxx(Wildcard!)
Edited 2020-12-01 07:38 (UTC)
10billionpercent: (Huh?)

Train

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2020-12-01 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He was used to standing when the train took off, he had a good handle on how to shift his weight so he didn't stumble and just like when he'd done that in Tokyo, well, it was muscle memory.

That only worked if someone didn't bowl into him and knock him off balance himself.

Senku whacked into a wall with a light thud.

"Ah, careful." He said, less in a scolding way and sounding more like a kind warning.
inquisitor_lavellan: (pic#14480648)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-02 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Alley hadn't taken the train's warning to find a seat seriously enough. When the thing had lurched underfoot, so too had her balance, still thrown off by her missing arm as it was.

She grabbed onto the back of a seat with her singular hand, and gave a quick, terse, "--Sorry," to the guy she'd just accidentally bounced off a wall. "Shit. You okay?"
10billionpercent: (Avoiding Emotions)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent 2020-12-02 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I'm fine." Senku said, waving his hand a little bit dismissively.

"New?" He asked, since he hadn't seen her before, but that didn't always mean anything, he was always finding someone he hadn't actually met yet.
inquisitor_lavellan: (pic#14476666)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-02 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
New to the Fade in general, if that was what this was? No. But, even then... new to this part of it?

"Looks that way," she grunted, rough voice snagging over the words. "You look used to it." Going by the way he'd handled the train's take-off, at least until she'd stumbled into him.

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-02 03:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-02 03:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-02 03:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-02 03:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-02 04:51 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-02 05:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-02 06:02 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-02 06:10 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-02 06:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-02 12:00 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-02 21:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 02:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-03 02:57 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 05:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-03 09:42 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 14:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-04 01:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-05 22:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-06 06:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-09 03:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-09 08:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-18 08:15 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-18 23:50 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-23 07:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] 10billionpercent - 2020-12-23 18:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-31 08:26 (UTC) - Expand
melodiouspacifist: (Think Think Think)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist 2020-12-02 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
The running was quite a reaction to the train, for whatever that was worth, and Demyx was a bit bewildered by it.

People seemed to be so lively on this platform.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He figured he'd ask, since he didn't understand what she was shouting anyway.
inquisitor_lavellan: but I’m not gonna part the seas; you’re a self-fulfilling prophecy (I’m so sick of this tombstone mentality)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-02 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"What the fuck is that thing?!" Alleyana barked back, giving up on getting space away from the train and instead focusing on wrapping the bag's straps around her arm's stand-in.

It wasn't a shield, no, but the weight and mass could help if she had to fight.
melodiouspacifist: (Nort Huh??)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist 2020-12-02 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes widened slightly in surprise by the question and glanced back at the train and back at the woman trying to get away.

"It's a train." Demyx answered. "This is like a train station or something...not somewhere I was planning on ending up."
inquisitor_lavellan: (pic#14480606)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-02 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Train," Alley repeats, "a train station. I don't know what any of that means. Is it a threat, or not?"

It's big, it's loud, and it moved. Her instinct to get just out of attacking range to 'gear up' had taken over. Had her usual gear been on her, she'd have the shield bolted to her 'arm' by now, and be advancing on the thing with her mace out and crackling in her hand.

Without her gear, she's making do. Glancing around now in the hopes of finding something to swing, somewhere among all the leaves.

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-02 03:08 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-02 03:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-02 03:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-02 03:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-02 04:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-02 04:42 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-02 06:28 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-02 11:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-03 02:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 05:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-03 10:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 14:50 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-04 00:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-05 22:33 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-05 23:18 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-07 03:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-07 04:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-09 03:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-09 06:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-18 08:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-19 01:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-23 07:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-23 18:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-31 08:34 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist - 2020-12-31 18:25 (UTC) - Expand
fun_thementalist: (that's my line usually)

Outside her cabin

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-12-02 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Gen was exploring and people-watching, as always, because the train was much more interesting on a platform day. It's also a good way to size up the new passengers.

Such as ... this lady. She was tall. She looked like she got into a fight with an angle grinder and lost. She seemed like someone incredibly dangerous.

Best not to get on her bad side, and Gen approached her with a bright grin as she muttered at the ticket. "Ah, everything going all right, there? I believe I haven't seen you before."
inquisitor_lavellan: (pic#14486532)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-02 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Alley glanced sidelong at the guy who spoke up, and then took a closer look. Human, probably. The two-toned hair was novel.

"You haven't," the elf confirmed, voice as rough as the grittiest of sandpaper. Damage coupled with disuse could do that. "I'm pretty memorable."

As was most of the train's... residents, from what she'd seen. But few if any with her kind of facial scarring, and none with missing limbs. She gripped the ticket tighter in her singular hand, or at least tried to, the fingers hidden in soft leather unable to do more than shake when trying to tighten on something so thin.

"You part of the welcome wagon, then?"
fun_thementalist: (manga - innocent 1)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist 2020-12-02 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
"My name's Gen Asagiri," Gen greeted her, bright and cheerful, his own voice a light and lilting thing. "It's a pleasure to meet you, memorable as you are."

His hands tucked in his sleeves. "Not officially! There's very little that's official around here. But I do enjoy meeting the new people who are, errr. Kind of, forcefully abducted to this train against their will. It's a jarring experience, or. At least, I found it to be. Just as I appreciated a friendly face or two as I figured things out."
inquisitor_lavellan: (pic#14480611)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-02 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm Alley," if he wanted the whole thing, it was right there on the door. Apparently, in this place, she would openly be a Tabris once again.

Even if this was the Fade, and that name made its way back to Thedas, it was too late for most of the problems that came with it to come to fruition. She'd headed off most of it by going by Lavellan instead, these last few years.

There could be some annoyance, yes, and she'd have to worry about the Denerim alienage... but it wasn't quite as bad as it would have been before. It was something she could handle, even while working to stop Solas.

And that was all assuming anything actually got back to Thedas.

"Well, lucky you I wasn't here before you. No one's going to call my face 'friendly'."

It's a joke. Not there in her tone, maybe, but hey. It's there.

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-02 22:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 02:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-03 04:24 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 04:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-03 04:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 04:55 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-03 05:17 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 05:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-03 05:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 05:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-03 05:54 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 06:04 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-03 18:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-05 22:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-08 00:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-09 03:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-13 02:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-18 08:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-19 02:28 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-23 07:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2020-12-28 00:09 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-31 08:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2021-01-01 16:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-02 02:02 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2021-01-05 05:53 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-06 02:34 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2021-01-08 03:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-08 13:55 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2021-01-09 19:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-09 20:05 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2021-01-16 22:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-24 01:19 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2021-01-26 05:58 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-26 09:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2021-01-28 00:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-02-01 09:05 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] fun_thementalist - 2021-02-07 21:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-02-09 11:36 (UTC) - Expand
zechs_isonfire: (why did you do that)

platform and - wait where are you running to?

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire 2020-12-02 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
The train doors were just beginning to open, Zechs peering out curiously, as he saw ... a figure running away from the train, in a red hooded sweatshirt.

Whelp.

This was the task he'd given himself. Nobody asked him to. But he thought it was worth trying to get them on board before the train left without the new passenger, having them experience their first death quite unceremoniously.

Without a word, but with a much different expression than - was Trowa Barton one of - focus - Zechs stepped off to track the new person down.
inquisitor_lavellan: (pic#14488451)

AWAY

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-02 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
The Inquisitor didn't get far, whether that was because of the barriers, or what. She did, at least, get into the thick fog enough to 'take cover', kneeling down on the ground to wind the straps of the backpack firmly around her left arm's substitute.

It wasn't a shield, but the weight and mass could be useful in a pinch.

Just going to... tie this off here, one strap in her clenched teeth as her damaged remaining hand tried to form a knot. Gloved, at least the damage wasn't as visible, but it did poorly at gripping things smaller than the hilt of a weapon with any finesse or force.
zechs_isonfire: (glare)

good luck with that friendo

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire 2020-12-02 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
The form of the newest member of their assigned team - what a ridiculous system, really, Zechs thought - was crouching down and pulling something out of their pack, now. It was hard to make them out in the fog, but they seemed, tall, sturdily built, likely a warrior or an athlete of some kind.

His paranoid mind automatically wondered - were they arming themselves with a weapon?

Zechs held out his hand, the other in the air to his side, both unarmed. "I realize you have no intention of being here," his voice calm, an edge of command. "But we have been abducted against our will, the same as you. I will explain as much as I know."
inquisitor_lavellan: but I’m not gonna part the seas; you’re a self-fulfilling prophecy (I’m so sick of this tombstone mentality)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-02 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
Who--

"The fuck are you?"

And, what--

"The fuck is that big black thing?!"

Bag now lashed securely to her left arm, Alley stood back up to her full height and started forward, scanning the ground as she went in search of something to swing. Leaves often meant branches, right?

A branch wouldn't do shit, of course. But neither would a backpack; she was really just trying to make a less pathetic corpse, here. Any fight she was going to lose, she would do her best to make the enemy work for it.

This was a natural reaction. The train pulling in had been the equivalent to a big dragon unexpectedly swooping in for a landing from out of nowhere. Standard protocol for Alley in that situation was to gain just enough space to hopefully not get attacked too fast, and prepare to unleash hell.

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-03 04:10 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 04:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-03 04:34 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 04:53 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-03 05:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 05:18 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-03 05:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 05:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-03 05:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 05:55 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-03 16:19 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-03 16:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-04 20:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-05 22:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-06 06:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-07 03:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-09 03:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-09 04:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-10 00:50 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-18 08:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-23 01:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-23 07:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2020-12-27 23:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-31 08:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2021-01-01 18:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-02 02:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2021-01-05 04:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-06 02:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2021-01-08 02:42 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-08 13:51 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] zechs_isonfire - 2021-01-10 04:42 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-13 02:59 (UTC) - Expand
irrationally: (and set sail for dreamsy)

platform

[personal profile] irrationally 2020-12-02 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Really, Alice is used to seeing pretty much anything at this point on the platforms. The new people always have all sorts of reactions to their new situation, after all.

But seeing someone trying to run away from the train? Now that's something else. Alice can already spot it from the windows of the train before she properly leaves it and heads out on the platform. It's the reaction that draws her attention more than the odd non-arm or anything else, really.

So once Alice is properly out of the train and on the platform, she steps over towards the Inquisitor. The look on her own face is remarkably calm, like she's just asking a very normal question here.

"Where are you trying to go?"
inquisitor_lavellan: (pic#14488451)

Re: platform

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-03 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Just-- out of range," Alley hissed, finding cover in the thick fog just up the track. Just going to lash the bag to her false arm... it's not a shield, but it's what she has.

"What is that thing?"
irrationally: (i was travelling through the past)

[personal profile] irrationally 2020-12-04 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"A train?"

That question mark at the end of her statement is definitely audible. Even Alice knows what a train is, after all, and she's well aware by now that she's not exactly the most up-to-date person on the train. Granted, it's not unheard of that people could end up here from times or places without trains, but it seems to be uncommon.

At least it would explain this person's fear. And that-- that thing she's doing with her bag, whatever that is. Alice isn't quite sure.

"Don't they have those where you come from? They're vehicles. Like.." She pauses, trying to imagine what may be present in this person's world. ".. carts?"

That seems like a safe bet, right.
inquisitor_lavellan: love’s supposed to keep you young and frisky, but we grew up and wide apart (tick tock, tick tock) (we’re kissing without kissing)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-05 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Alley just wants to prepare to fight rather than rush straight at the huge, noisy thing that had swooped in out of nowhere. It's practical.

Gotta prepare, to rip the face off something that big.

"...A cart."

Oh, good, she knew what that was, at least.

"That's awfully fucking big for a cart."

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2020-12-06 19:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-09 03:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2020-12-09 22:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-18 08:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2020-12-19 19:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-23 07:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2020-12-25 08:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-26 18:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2020-12-27 08:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-29 04:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2020-12-29 17:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-31 08:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2020-12-31 20:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-02 02:00 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2021-01-02 23:05 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-03 03:03 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2021-01-03 18:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-03 19:34 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2021-01-03 21:57 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-04 07:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2021-01-04 17:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2021-01-06 02:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] irrationally - 2021-01-06 23:02 (UTC) - Expand
rieper: (Default)

platform. wildcardish.

[personal profile] rieper 2020-12-04 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Another platform day, another set of new people to greet and explain what they knew. Which was sadly very little but it had to be done. It was easier that way.

47 spotted the one new red team member easily seeing as she was still on the move as his eyes roamed across the platform when he first stepped off the train. He watched her for a moment to figure out what she was up to. It didn't take him long to figure it out. Her reaction to the train was certainly...different.

Most acted indifferent or stared at it in awe if they'd never seen one before. This reaction was much more animated than that. He supposed it couldn't be helped. He didn't have the imagination for what it would be like to be in her position--or the emotional capacity--but everyone acted in predictable ways based on a number of certain factors and this seemed acceptable for someone with no knowledge of a locomotive.

He kept his eye on her but did not approach her until others had managed to calm her down. Then he found her later, as she finally got the nerve to get closer to the train, perhaps just before she boarded it.

"Overwhelming, isn't it?" he asked almost casually. His demeanor was stoic though his posture was relaxed at least. He wore a red hoodie, same as her.
inquisitor_lavellan: (pic#14488442)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-05 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't a matter of nerve, to get close to the train. It was a matter of preparation.

Something big and weird swooped in out of nowhere like that? First order of business was to gain space between her and it. Second order was to get ready to fight.

Thankfully, there were people who were quick to let her know that the giant noisy black thing was not, in fact, squaring up for a fight. And that it was, in fact, just transportation.

So by the time she got within earshot of 47, she'd calmed from I will rip its fucking face off and now as just... wary.

Oh look, someone in the same color outfit as her. Fantastic. "...Is it?"
rieper: (Default)

[personal profile] rieper 2020-12-06 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I assume from another perspective," he replied. "I'm familiar with such things." Did he mean the train or waking up in a strange place? Both? Oh. Well then.

"It is a lot to take in from the onset." He shifted his stance slightly and gazed placidly at her. "There are plenty of people willing to help ease some of the confusion at least."

Honestly, she probably heard all the usual things from everyone reaching out to help already. But he was here more for introductions than helping at this point. A moment spent gauging her while they talked. Simply getting to know a fellow red.

"I'm Tobias Rieper," he told her. "I help run training sessions in the gym if you have any interest in exercise and combat." A beat. "If you have any questions unanswered, I can answer as many as possible. I've been here for several months."
inquisitor_lavellan: ‘cause I see now, I’m a veteran of things I don’t want to be (I’m a veteran of things I don’t wanna be)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-09 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
...Yeah, this shit was still too weird, for Alley. If this was the Fade, she'd stumbled into an even more bizarre section of it than she'd ever thought possible.

But then, that was how the Fade always was, wasn't it? It always out-did itself.

"...Right," Alley didn't bother to try to hide how wary she was of everything here. It seemed pointless. "I'm going to take a hard pass on the gym thing. But... months?"

Shit.

(no subject)

[personal profile] rieper - 2020-12-13 17:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-18 08:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] rieper - 2020-12-23 22:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan - 2020-12-26 18:32 (UTC) - Expand