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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] middleofsomewhere2020-08-15 06:51 am
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Event: Healing Waters

"Good morning passengers, it is day twenty three of the month of Grasshopper. All passengers of the Voidtrecker Express require rest. Next stop Jema’grethy Island. All passengers prepare to disembark."

It is a very strange morning message that rings through the train on the morning of day twenty three but as the passengers of the Voidtrecker Express wake their screens glow with the colour of the void and a holographic screen pops up for them to read.

World #2554098133741: A world once inhabited by an ancient civilisation and now preserved as a historical site, nature reserve and well-being retreat. It is famous for its relaxing hot springs, calming atmosphere and beautiful beaches.

It is a popular void-traveller destination, particularly among void missionaries as a place to rest and recuperate after difficult missions.

The Voidtrecker Express will spend three days here, arriving today and leaving on day twenty six of the month of Grasshopper. The dressing carriage is open for your convenience.


It is time for a holiday it seems!

Preparation

For those who go to explore the dressing carriage they will find a variety of beachwear and wetsuits. One cupboard has a pile of tents and groundsheets in all four team colours.

One cabinet is exclusively filled with beach towels, in a kaleidoscope of colours, designs and patterns. Another is filled with different shapes and sizes of plain towel dressing gowns. There is even a cabinet with buckets, spades and small rock-pooling nets.

It seems they are in for quite an adventure.

Arrival

"Shortly arriving on World #2554098133741. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

The train lurches and rattles as it leaves the void they will get a glimpse of silver-purple sky and a beautiful ocean below.

However some passengers might be a little more than distracted, one staring at that table for a second too long, another seeming lost in thought for a couple of seconds, a longer than normal pause in a sentence. They see a vision, a glimpse of a life that is not their own. Not all at once, but here and there as the train descends to the island.

But then it is gone and things are back to normal. Just in time, as they come to land.

Jema’grethy Island

The train has landed on a grassy ridge, overlooking a beautiful beach of white sand and the ocean beyond. It is warm, but not too hot, a cool ocean breeze cutting through the heat making it pleasant. Behind them is a grassy plain, changing to forest in the distance. There is the sound of birdsong in the purple sky. To the west the land is more craggy, the silhouette of a fortress in the distance. In a word, it is idylic. A sense of peace permeates the island.

A little more worrying is the volcano-like structure in the north. But even a quick glance will show it is not a typical volcano. There is no smoke and the liquid slowly running down it in rivulets is pink and blue.

Exploring the passengers will find beautiful beaches, ragged cliffs to walk and caves to explore. Where it is more craggy the beaches are made of pebbles- perfect for rock pooling.

The place has no people, but it is clearly maintained. The eastern beaches have racks of shallow boats, both canoes and one- or two-person sailing dinghies. There is also a small building in which scuba gear is stored, along with several waterproofed manuals and instructional literature.

Ruins of ancient houses are scattered across the island, but the main settlement is built into a rocky section in the north-west that has been secured with ropes and stairways cut into the cliffs, perfect for scrambles and hikes.

There are no living quarters, but there are sheltered sections with basic toilet facilities marked as camping grounds in five different sections of the island - by the hot springs, within the ruined fortress, beside the harbour, on the eastern beaches, and on the northern face of the mountain.

Hot Springs

To the west are the hot springs. They have both outdoor and indoor areas; the indoor areas being wooden loghouse saunas, changing rooms and storage sheds, whilst the outdoor areas are a tiered series of pools spilling down the side of the mountain and shaded by brightly flowering trees. The waters are hot, mineral-rich and soothing.

Perfect for overly stressed, world weary Void heroes...

(OOC: More setting information is here, please feel free to go wild with the setting and have a fun and relaxing time. You can use this post as a catch all for your holiday or make your own posts on [community profile] middleofsomewhere. More information about how the memory event is structured is here!)
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[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-08-21 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you good with a sword?" Unfortunately, it's a point Tidus wants to discuss. Would be good to know for the future. "I know someone on Purple who has some you can borrow. And if I don't need mine, you can borrow it. There's no point me carrying it if I'm using magic."

And hey, who knows? They might have another mission where a weapon isn't as useful as some kind of spell, and he could always give up the blade. Or they might end up somewhere with the things lying around for once.
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[personal profile] wyvernmaster 2020-08-21 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"The sword is not a weapon I am overly familiar with, no..." But... "If it is the only weapon available, training to use one will not hurt me." In an ideal world an axe or a poleaxe would have been his weapons of choice. But as it seemed that the magic of the train did not extend to arming them before missions, he would make do with what was on offer.

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[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-08-21 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll ask them then and introduce you--just so you know who to ask in the future," he explains. Especially since he wasn't a stick-around-your-team type. "If training's more your thing than the peace and quiet, I know someone else who wouldn't mind sparring on this break. She's a soldier too--really good. Not used to the whole taking a break thing either."

Or just doesn't know what to do with one. But maybe he's on the right track with that and Gerome too, speaking lightly, casually, an idle conversation with some purpose. If a person's idea of resting was sparring, he wasn't going to judge.
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[personal profile] wyvernmaster 2020-08-25 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Training was something he would definitely need. He had held swords before, even swung a few in a fight. But they had all been weighted poorly for his liking. He was used to a heavier weapon. He had trained himself for that purpose. But he now had more time on his hands than he knew what to do with, surely he could train himself for a different purpose?

Gerome nodded. "Speak to them on my behalf." And after a beat. "And... thank you, Tidus."
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[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-08-26 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks back at the thanks, tipping his head.

"No problem." And then he continues, the fresh air nice--geez, has he missed it. It's good to not be walking on flat, safe surfaces, feel the uneven level beneath his feet. "You need anything, just let me know. If you can't go to Inigo," for whatever reason--because the guy doesn't know, because it's something about him, maybe, "I've been around a while too. And I'm used to the technology on the train. I told Inigo I'd help him learn more of it."

It's an indirect offer--that he'll show Gerome, too.
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[personal profile] wyvernmaster 2020-08-27 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have been reading books." Gerome replied, not looking in Tidus' direction as they walked. Some of the books were... puzzling at best. The language was strange in some of the books, but the simpler ones were kind enough to details certain places, technologies and other schools of thought.

"... I am..." He stopped, frowning in thought, thinking his words through and swallowed some of his pride. "... I am appreciative of the offer." Whether he was saying he would agree to it or not, Gerome didn't expand on it.