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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!
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Demyx | Kingdom Hearts | OTA

[personal profile] melodiouspacifist 2020-12-01 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Platform

Demyx found himself on a platform. That was weird, considering he hadn't been planning on going anywhere, exactly. Sure, he could, but he hadn't been planning on it.

He lingered in the back and someone with sharp eyes might see a bit of darkness appearing behind his hand, near his back. It dissipated a moment later since he couldn't open the dark corridor. Hm.

He was not wearing what he had been a moment ago, he was sure. That was...weird. He spotted someone in blue or purple and he popped up beside them.

"Hey! Wanna trade sweaters?" He asked, tugging on the orange hoodie. Didn't it look appealing?

Train

He was forced to board the train when his attempt to open a dark corridor failed, and there was little else to be done for it.

So, until he figured things out, he would play the part. He'd offer a bright smile to anyone who approached. "Hey there, what's up?"

Demyx was listening, too, to see if he could overhear something interesting.

Cabin 2-A

Roommates. Ugh. He wasn't sure he wanted some, frankly, and even the Organization he got his own room.

Surprisingly, he didn't have too much trouble with the ticket machine. He was clever enough to sort that out.

"Hello?" He called, smiling as he opened the door.

Around the train

Demyx was doing his best to blend into the background noise. He smiled, sure, but as far as people would hopefully be concerned, he was background furniture.

Background furniture with a big sitar the same size as him draped over his lap.

He flexed his fingers, carefully tuning each of the strings. He would get to low background music at some point. People could approach, he just didn't think they would.
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Lea- Kingdom Hearts- OTA

[personal profile] hotheadwarmheart 2020-12-01 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
On the Platform

Lea was fully aware that not everyone would be up to coming out to greet new people so soon after the mission, but the new folks had to be directed on board somehow. Plus he always held out hope that he might see a few familiar faces. Especially certain ones.

Luggage Car

After retrieving his package, Lea noticed the boxes full of little blue bags. curious, he hunted around until ha found the one with his name, and when he did, inspected the contents. "'Keep them safe', huh?", he said thoughtfully. "Safe for what?" after a moment, he just shrugged, closing the bag and putting it in his pocket. No way to find out but to wait, he supposed.

He then set to looking around for Xion's too, assuming she hadn't grabbed it herself. And he wondered if maybe he should grab Xingchen's too to deliver to him, or if somebody else would.

Special Delivery- Closed to Taiki

The bag containing his gift for Taiki in hand, Lea began to search the train for him. He planned to check out what he thought were a few likely public places- mostly the more quiet ones-, but if he failed to find Taiki in any of them, he'd go check his cabin. If Taiki wasn't there, someone who was might have an idea where he'd gone.

Around the Train

Platform days were always hectic, but with everyone stressed already, this one was more so than most. Still, that didn't mean there wasn't stuff that needed doing. Lea could be found lending a hand with cooking as well as doing his part towards Blue's actual chore assignment that month. He might also be found kicking back in the library car reading one of the new books he'd gotten before he donated them to the library.
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Adam Parrish | OTA

[personal profile] forleaving 2020-12-01 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
a. Platform

Things had not been good the last few weeks, mostly because he'd been kidnapped. Today? Today things were even worse. Seeing Ronan walk off the train without a second glance was the last thing Adam expected. He chased after him, tried to snag him by the sleeve, called his name, but Ronan didn't acknowledge him. Eventually, Adam was left standing there, staring at the place where Ronan had walked out of sight.

He clenched his hands and swallowed thickly, but he was not going to cry. Instead, his mouth was twisted into a frown and there was a wrinkle between his eyebrows. He knew this kind of thing happened on the train, but he hadn't thought it would happen with Ronan. Adam didn't even know where people went when they disappeared. It could be home, it could be somewhere worse. If it was home...home was even more dangerous than the train, and he wouldn't be there to help.

Pushing down his emotions, he took a deep breath and scrubbed a hand through his hair. He wasn't sure how he felt, how upset he really was. He could gauge it later, when he had some privacy, or at least wasn't standing out on the platform.

b. On The Train

His mood hadn't improved, and he was starting to think he was quite upset. Things had been more manageable because he hadn't been the only one from home. There had been a familiar face in the sea of strangers. He was used to doing things on his own, but for a little while, he'd almost gotten used to being part of a unit.

Finishing off the last of his cup of tea, he got up from where he was sat in the common carriage, bumping right into someone he hadn't noticed walking by. Luckily, he didn't drop his cup, and he quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry; I didn't see you. I'm-- having an off day," he admitted.

c. Wildcard

[ooc: feel free to run into him elsewhere around the train! He's usually about just around everywhere, especially the library and garden cars.]
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Rapunzel | OTA

[personal profile] adropofsunlight 2020-12-01 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Platform
Rapunzel seemed to try and make it a habit of going to the platform not in the hopes of ever seeing someone from home because honestly... there were only two people she actually knew somewhat, but more in an attempt to try and make new friends if she can.

So she wondered around, seeing how many new faces were around. if she spots one she starts making her way over, her fingers brushing through her brown hair.

"Welcome~ It's nice to meet you, I'm Rapunzel."

On the Train
When she had done her introductions for the time, Rapunzel along with Pascal was exploring the train, eyes more focused on the walls as if she was pondering something. Arms crossed over her chest while Pascal sat there studying too, eyes narrowed.

Soon she uncrossed her arms and gave what seemed to be a thumbs up pose, moving it from up to the side as soon she closed one eye. People might want to ask what is it she is up to.
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Agent 8 | Purple Team | ota

[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-01 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
On the Platform -- The Other Side

Eight took a step onto the platform, taking in the feel of it once more. It had been a month now since she first saw this place. The same ephemeral mist smelling of nothing in particular, flecked with the faint metal of the train.

She looked out to the procession of the people leaving into the fog with practiced indifference. Although she did not know them long, she knew two. Their absence would sting.

Yet there were new faces now. She took a deep breath, feeling a bit strange that she was on this side of the platform. "Hello. I go by Eight. If you have questions or need anything, I will do my best to help." Her smile, though awkward, seemed sincere?

On The Train -- Triage and Luggage -- What An Octogirl Wants

She had seen the presence of the Spa before, and... and took efforts to be careful as she navigated it. The new triage, though, was a welcome addition and certainly something that would help when things got dangerous. Though a part of her wondered why it was so close to the luggage. She wasn't going to argue the point and was sure that the medical crew was going to make good use of it.

The promise of things was enough to pique her curiosity, and she was surprised to see the sudden appearance of the small blue bags. They were nice! Though what was the point of the coins within them? Well... she was not one to set aside a gift freely given and quietly thanked the train for its generosity.

She was practically on the way out when her attention caught the name 'Mimi K. Octoling.' Curious, she didn't think there would be anything more...

Her hands cover her mouth at the sight. In the next moment the octokid is jumping up and down, arms pumping in the air. "WHOOPEE!! VEEMO! VOOOU-VEEMO! OPPI OPPI!!! WHOOOOPEE!!! CHYU-OPPI!!"

The Octoling just received the ink tank she wanted.

Quiet Coach(a) -- Next to Godliness

Forget the spa -- it was a death trap to her anyways -- with a bucket, a towel, and her new ink tank on hand, Eight is now taking over one of the quiet rooms and is going to give her a wash. The process is simple: pour ink over her head, dive into the ink to refill her new tank, and repeat the process. This was a tactic that her squad would use when out on the field, and it works except it was FREAKING COLD.

When she's finished toweling off and getting dressed, a much happier and refreshed Eight opens up the curtains and step outside. She's feeling fresh and the room will have the ink disappear in a few minutes or so. ...in the meantime it would look like an can of paint exploded in there.

Quiet Coach(b) -- Making A Leg to Stand On

After a very busy day, Eight returns to the large quiet room to finish the final stages on Della's prosthetic leg. The process had been fascinating, and she learned a lot of how skeletal legs are supposed to work.

With stretch and a yawn, the final steps was testing the hydraulics of the knee. The problem was getting just the right amount of liquid inside. Too little and there would be no point, and too much would make it seize up like plunger pulling at a tub of frozen molasses.

...maybe she should bring this thing to Senku to look at.
Edited 2020-12-01 06:55 (UTC)
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2-A

[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-01 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Demyx walked in as Eight was putting down her new ink tank. The sound of an unfamiliar voice unsettled her, and a pair of startled eyes looked up at the new person.

...right, one of the people that left was the other girl of the cabin. So wait, does that mean that she was going to share a room with three guys?

"Ah...!" Was all she could manage as her thoughts were far, far removed from actually welcoming the new guy.
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[personal profile] subcircuits 2020-12-01 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
Platform:
Devero comes to awareness amid steam, and leaves, and strangers. He looks around, at first openly baffled, then briefly alarmed, and then-- his face closes down and he just looks distant and stern. He makes a gesture, an opening fist drawn across his chest--

It does nothing. He squints down at his right hand while the left goes to his temple. Nothing. The facade slips a little. "Shit!"

Feeling acutely vulnerable, he backpedals until his back-- no, there's something there-- until his rucksack hits the barrier. Now there's a solid wall behind him, he starts to pat himself down, rummaging through unfamiliar pockets urgently. "Where is it?" he says as he does. "Fuck me, where is it?!"


Boarding:
Devero does not resist boarding the train. Much as he tries to hide it, he's anxious, and the mounting feeling of dread alone would have been enough to compel him. Add to that the insistence of the passengers on the platform and, well, he steps aboard.

His attention focuses in on what he perceives to be a terminal. He swoops in on the ICP with eagerness, touching it with one hand and raising the other to the electronic device he's now wearing against his left ear. His hands begin moving fluidly through another series of intentional gestures as he attempts to connect to the network that has to be there.

Right?

The gesturing of his hands becomes increasingly erratic and expansive, culminating in him striking a fist against the ICP. He whirls around and flings his hands out wide. (Watch out, he's got long arms.) "How am I supposed to network with this thing!"


Cabin 3-C:
By the time he reaches the cabin that his ticket identifies as his, Devero is scowling impressively. He may also be stomping in his new hiking boots on the way to door C. He pauses outside it to glare at his ticket-- a ticket! An analogue, hold-it-in-his-hand actual ticket!-- before he inserts it with prejudice to gain access to the room.

Enter tall, dark, and irritated. He's going to make a great first impression, isn't he?


Around the Train/Wildcard:
Devero can be found stalking around the train, his face forbidding and his shoulders tight with tension. Despite that, he is-- perhaps incongruously-- careful not to touch anyone, stepping back or around or squeezing delicately past without seeming to really do it consciously. For as big as he is-- and he's big-- this guy moves with grace.

Despite the announcement, he does not seem inclined to sit as the train begins its ascent. How badly is he going to regret that?
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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)
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Platform

[personal profile] mtsilver_conquor 2020-12-01 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Doesn't work that way to start with," Eva says with an amused grin.

"But later you'll be able to buy better clothes."
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Around the Train

[personal profile] mtsilver_conquor 2020-12-01 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey! Might wanna sit!" Comes a call from the seats where Eva's already seated and, honestly, braced herself for Void Entry. She's used to it, but right now, she's still very much recovering from the previous week. "Void entry's janky!"
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Quiet Coach (B)

[personal profile] subcircuits 2020-12-01 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
By the end of the day, Devero has vented out much of his stomping and frustration. He is by no means resigned to his fate yet, but he's not acting out as obviously about it. He's still exploring the train, though, prowling like a caged animal as he visits each car--

A flash of movement, of color catches his eye and he stops to-- okay, stare through the window, because whatever that is in there, it ain't human. (Rude, Dev.)

But then he sees something that he actually sort of recognizes, something hitek. Thank patience. He steps inside, points at the weird little augment leg, and says in his deep, rough voice, "Can I see that?"
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Boarding:

[personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan 2020-12-01 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Alley ducks under the wide-flung arms, singular hand going to the mace now slung at her hip. But she doesn't draw, just narrows her eyes and stares up at the big guy.

"Maybe try punching it some more."

It's always worked for her and whatever weird magic shit she's encountered, barring when an expert was with her. Never mind that time that grabbing the wrong thing had -- eventually -- lost her her left arm.
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Ple Two | Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ

[personal profile] pleple 2020-12-01 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
A header even though I only have one prompt - Armory

Ple Two has made a purchase, and it's not a cute outfit this time. Relying on the weapons that different missions offer has been increasingly frustrating when there's nothing to immediately equip her, and a small melee weapon is hardly sufficient.

Thus, a gun in the hands of the eleven year old girl.

If the options include a conventional firearm anyways there's no reason not to get a model that she's familiar with like this. Once she has the weapon in hand and secured properly, she sits down in the armory with space around her and a blanket spread out to begin carefully field stripping it. There's no reason to think that there will be anything wrong with it, but she can't fight the impulse to make absolutely certain of the details. It's a relatively simple process if you know what you're doing, so she won't shoo away anyone curious.
Edited 2020-12-01 07:47 (UTC)
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[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-01 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
Eight looks up at the new person and is immediately put on guard. The language, the body movement, everything about this man is putting her on the defensive.

"What do you want with it?" She draws the leg nearer to her, ready to bolt if she feels threatened.
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Enna | OC | OTA

[personal profile] nocawsforconcern 2020-12-01 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
i. luggage.

[As soon as she hears the announcement, Enna's dashing down to the luggage car. It doesn't take her long to find the two bags addressed to her, which she... picks up, and starts spinning around, tossing them up and down to herself, clearly just elated.

Though after a moment of celebration, she finally does open the bags. And from them, she withdraws... A pair of gems? If they're gems. They look like diamonds, the size of a fist, if diamonds were made out of a solidified white fire. They're almost hard to look at from how bright they are, but if you manage to, you may even see a couple of strange patterns on them.

But you won't see them for long, because Enna takes the gems, closes her eyes, and places them to her chest, just below her collarbone. And the gems seem to just... Sink into her. Like they're melding into her, or like she's made of water. It's a bit freaky to watch, really. But then, the gems are gone, like nothing happened.

If anyone was watching this, Enna doesn't seem particularly inclined to explain. Maybe you should ask?]


ii. elsewhere

[You may also find Enna after that, almost anywhere in the train. Except you'll probably have to look up. Because she's flying now. Just floating above the ground, clearly having a blast.

That's it, that's the whole prompt. The bird has learned to fly.]
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b~

[personal profile] consider8 2020-12-01 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Eight was having a good day. Yes, the people missing was a bummer, but she was also on a high from getting her ink tank back. It was like a piece of herself had returned. She couldn't wait to go and get a good clean--OOF.

The apology was swift, and the boy was familiar to her. Unlike the others on the platform, she had seen him though the two never talked. "It's okay," she grinned apologetically thinking to herself that she should be the one apologizing. "We all have..."

Her gaze halted at the look on his face. Her eyebrows raised as she peered closer into his eyes. This was no ordinary sadness. "Are you alright?"
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Eva - OTA

[personal profile] mtsilver_conquor 2020-12-01 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
Closed to Senku (to start with)
This time it worked, and she has something else to her name that she very much doesn't remember ordering, but ok. It's not like she's going to pass up a free gift, even if it is an odd one. More to the point, the bag's blue reminds her of the pendant Satoru wears. Maybe she should get that in the vain hope of him ever showing up... Eh, a thought for later.

One train trek later, with a swing by her cabin to pick up something else, she finds who she's looking for and grins, Roro hovering at her shoulder. "Hey, got a gift or two for you."

Games Car
For all she wants to deny it, Eva is still recovering from her near-death four days ago and those that know her will know there's no way she's as fine as she claims.

Probably why she's curled up on a bean bag in the Games car with her pokemon. Princess has, naturally, stolen his human's lap like some giant sooky baby (or maybe he's keeping her there?) and a dented Lele sits next to her, though there's little indication as to whether the neon green porygon2's online or powered down.

Dancer is somewhere nearby, the red bird probably up somewhere high and seemingly napping while Eva idly goes through one of the easier magic shuffles Kaito had taught her. She's more people watching than focused on the cards or getting the magic rick right though, but if someone does get her attention, she grins up at them. "Hey, what's up?"

Greenhouse Car
She can't sit around forever though, and at some point in the day, she finds herself at the greenhouse, Dancer on shoulder and the other two pokemon tucked away in their 'balls. Less to admire the plants, and more tend and check over the berries she's growing.

Which means -outside talking the ear off of anyone around who wants to know about them- weeding, making sure they haven't been overwatered, checking for signs of disease, pruning off dead leaves, harvesting the pinap berries that are ready to go -15 this time- checking the ones that'll be ready tomorrow (all three; pinap, cheri, oran) and, of course, eat a few pinaps along the way.

And stare contemplatively at her plants once everything is done.

Wildcard
Eva can be found doing various things around the train, including cleaning chores for Orange, making juice out of those harvested pinap berries and in general trying to be a social butterfly and ignore the fact she should be resting or taking it easy. Let me know what pokemon you want with her, too. (the other two will be in their 'balls.)
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[personal profile] sos_pilot 2020-12-01 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, neat lookin' weapon you got there!"

Della hobbles into the armory - without her leg, she has to use mop-crutches. And she apparently has no issue with small children handling firearms.
sos_pilot: by <user name=cupcake_graphics> (like the beat of a heart)

on the train

[personal profile] sos_pilot 2020-12-01 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed they do!

"Uh... whatcha' doin, Punny?" Testing out a new nickname is Della, who is standing there - minus one metal leg and plus 2 crutches made out of mops.
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around the train

[personal profile] sos_pilot 2020-12-01 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Donald?" The pluck of musical strings also tugged at Della's heart-strings, so she was quick to hobble to the sound - her usual prosthetic leg was in repairs, so for now she was walking around via crutches made out of mops.

So, she was a tad disappointed when she found (yet another) human instead. "Oh... I mean, uh, hey! Nice sound!"
azrthmtrnznthos: (....really?)

[personal profile] azrthmtrnznthos 2020-12-01 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
On the Platform
Raven blinked owlishly for a few moments, as if she'd been asleep. This was a platform? She'd been on a train--shouldn't she be on the train then? Looking around, now with more alertness, she noticed the, at first empty track. What was going on? This wasn't how platform days usually went.

On the Train
The length and diversity of the train-cars only further confused Raven, although she wasn't showing it as much now. At least she'd known you get on the train, and now she was looking at her ticket to find her room. Not in any hurry though, as she took her time moving through the cars.

Wildcard
Got an idea? Hit me up.
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On the Train

[personal profile] mtsilver_conquor 2020-12-01 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Raven-chan?"

Eva knows, knows she shouldn't get her hopes up; the Empath might not even remember the train. But it's hard not to when it's a familiar face from early in the journey she'd seen walk out that barrier.

That said, there's a red bird on Eva's shoulder, and the woman looks tired and very much like she really shouldn't be up and running around.
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Re: On the Train

[personal profile] azrthmtrnznthos 2020-12-01 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Raven looked over to who called her name, curious at the nickname. Then she gave a blink. "That's me." Murmured dryly, and it took a moment but she recognized Eva. "Should you be up and about? You look like you've been through hell, Eva."
mtsilver_conquor: (But that doesn't make sense)

[personal profile] mtsilver_conquor 2020-12-01 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"You remember?" That's more important than the whole 'been through hell' thing. Totally not avoiding that subject, nope.

Yes, she is.

"You remember- What's the last thing you remember? The last mission?"
azrthmtrnznthos: (....really?)

I don't actually remember what her last mission was >>

[personal profile] azrthmtrnznthos 2020-12-01 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"I remember being on the train, it was F-something for the month, and Tony and Ignis had just had their epic break-up and make-up." She paused, and gave Eva a look. "And we're going where you can sit down and rest before you continue asking questions. I'm aware time has passed, and somehow I don't remember it doing so."
Edited 2020-12-01 22:44 (UTC)