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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!
consider8: (Ponder)

[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-03 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Eight looked over at the part that was bumped into and already it was starting to heal the injury. "It's okay. I heal quick." Indeed, unless it was something that straight up killed her, she was going to be fine in a minute or so. It was pretty much the only perk of having an ink-based body.

She was still concerned about the boy, though. But maybe she needed to be a little less direct. "It's platform day." A good start. "I can't believe it's been a month. For me, anyway."
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-12-03 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded. "Time seems to go by fast," he said. "This is the second platform day since I've been here." It felt weird that he'd already been gone from home for so long. There was so much he was missing, unless it was true that time didn't pass when they weren't home, but he wasn't sure he believed that.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-03 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Eight hummed. Keep him talking. Just a bit more, maybe. "Oh yeah? I can't say it's been great for me but..." Well, there were lots of new people to meet. "It hasn't been horrible."

"Well, aside from the missions. And the whole void storm, and..." Okay yeah... "No, it's been pretty terrible. But at least we have people to help lighten things. A, uh, a little."
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-12-03 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
The void storm hadn't been too bad, at least. Adam had avoided looking out the windows, but the turbulence had been too much like flying for him.

"The last mission was rough." It had started out easy enough, aside from the impending meteor, but then everything had gone to hell.

At the mention of people, though, his expression fell. "Having people around is important," he agreed softly. "Everyone needs someone at some point or another." Adam had, desperately, even if he'd spent a large portion of his life pretending he didn't.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-03 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Oh... that drop of emotion. Could it be that he lost someone today? That... would do it, huh.

Hmn... she wasn't really feeling too good about having him open up on that. Until he wanted to, at least. So, maybe... focus on the second part?

"Yeah, I heard about some of the problems that happened on the planet. Were you a part of the teams that got hit hard? Did anyone you know get hurt?" Not the cheeriest topic, she'd admit, but maybe that would be an easier thing to talk about.
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-12-04 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
He shook his head. "No, no one I knew got hurt." He didn't think. He hadn't made many friends here yet, but he knew some people had had it really rough the last mission. He worried about them, even if he didn't know any of them personally. "I had been worried about that, too."

After a moment, he added: "My boyfriend left." There was no sense pretending it wasn't what he was upset about.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-04 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't know too many yet either, but was aware of a few. Still that was no longer the important part, now was it.

"I'm sorry for your loss." There really wasn't too much more she can say. "It's not fair."
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[personal profile] forleaving 2020-12-04 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." Even in a time like this, he could remember his manners. "It's not. The whole time I've been here, I wanted to get us home. And now that he's gone...I wish he was here."

Was that selfish? It felt selfish. It had just as much to do with wanting to protect Ronan as it did missing him. Adam knew he couldn't protect Ronan from everything, that he had to live his own life and go through whatever the world had in store for him, but Adam didn't want him to end up dead, either.
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-04 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"You must care about him very much." She understood the sentiment though. While she had no intention of bringing anyone from her world into this mess, she also couldn't help but feel a little isolated being the only Octoling on the train. But even then that would not be the same as someone as important as one's romantic partner.

"Do you... have anything to remember him by?" Mementos always held a special place for Eight. Especially since the time when she was trapped in the underground metro.