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middleofsomewhere2021-04-10 06:25 am
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The Endless River
On the morning of day twenty one of the month of Kazoo there is a message on the ICP screens around the train. Their SCA's will light up the colour of the Void and show the following information.
On-board
The dressing carriage is open, filled with clothing best suited to a pleasant spring day. Light, airy and in a rainbow of joyful colours and florals. One closet is entirely filled with wide-brimmed hats bedecked with ribbons, feathers and ornaments. A stack of picnic baskets and containers filled with an alarming variety of passenger-suitable foodstuffs and flasked drinks sits in one corner, next to rolls of thick, weatherproof blankets in the four team colours.
The large box marked Do Not Use Yet, filled with small, empty jute bags, is hopefully still sat in the Luggage carriage, ready for passengers to grab handfuls of its contents as directed by the announcement.
Upon landing (after an appropriate countdown), the train remains on the surface, its carriages partially curved to form a gathering site for the day. Welcome to Tshering, the eighth void nexus!
A Day for Picnics
Tshering, system #398050, is a strange place, only habitable by grace of the passengers' SCAs. The sky is shot through with colours, a cascade of sunsets, and through it, the void shimmering through it in seams like a child's painting of the milky way. Still, there's a beauty to the chaotic mash of colours that soaks through its landscape, and in the shelter of the forests of towering funghi that dot its surface, the Void can go unseen by its visitors.
The temperature seems mild, suitable for the provided clothing, and if there are weather patterns around the world they've taken the day off. The funghi are sturdy enough that what air flow there is doesn't disturb their stalks, and carved grooves and holds in some of the larger examples indicate that climbing them to sit atop their glowing crowns is eminently possible, and, in fact, encouraged.
the Endless River
The Endless River is a font of pure chaos, flowing from a multitude of small rivulets across the area to a central reservoir, from which it pours directly upwards, away from Tshering's surface and out of sight, beyond the world's atmosphere.
Anything bagged and placed within the Endless River will also flow upwards and soon be out of sight, passing, presumably, into the Void. Scattered across the surface of Tshering are small, glittering pebbles, as described in the announcement.
The stones are pleasantly cool to the touch, and all passengers need to do is feel. Messages can be in any form that the Voidtreckers wish. Perhaps words, perhaps feelings, perhaps an image from their mind into the stone. Perhaps a mixture. Once they begin their message the stone will glow slightly and continue to glow as they secure it in the bag and cast it into the river. They will feel, almost instinctively, that they need to focus as they do so, thinking of the person they wish to reach all the while.
There are plenty of bags and many more stones; passengers will not be limited in their sendings.
World #398050 is a void nexus known locally as Tshering. As a void nexus this world has strong links with the void and the connection through worlds. World #398050 is home to the Endless River. Legends speak of this river being powerful enough to send thoughts from one heart to another across any distance. All that is needed is for you to know who it is you wish to reach.
On-board
The dressing carriage is open, filled with clothing best suited to a pleasant spring day. Light, airy and in a rainbow of joyful colours and florals. One closet is entirely filled with wide-brimmed hats bedecked with ribbons, feathers and ornaments. A stack of picnic baskets and containers filled with an alarming variety of passenger-suitable foodstuffs and flasked drinks sits in one corner, next to rolls of thick, weatherproof blankets in the four team colours.
The large box marked Do Not Use Yet, filled with small, empty jute bags, is hopefully still sat in the Luggage carriage, ready for passengers to grab handfuls of its contents as directed by the announcement.
Upon landing (after an appropriate countdown), the train remains on the surface, its carriages partially curved to form a gathering site for the day. Welcome to Tshering, the eighth void nexus!
A Day for Picnics
Tshering, system #398050, is a strange place, only habitable by grace of the passengers' SCAs. The sky is shot through with colours, a cascade of sunsets, and through it, the void shimmering through it in seams like a child's painting of the milky way. Still, there's a beauty to the chaotic mash of colours that soaks through its landscape, and in the shelter of the forests of towering funghi that dot its surface, the Void can go unseen by its visitors.
The temperature seems mild, suitable for the provided clothing, and if there are weather patterns around the world they've taken the day off. The funghi are sturdy enough that what air flow there is doesn't disturb their stalks, and carved grooves and holds in some of the larger examples indicate that climbing them to sit atop their glowing crowns is eminently possible, and, in fact, encouraged.
the Endless River
The Endless River is a font of pure chaos, flowing from a multitude of small rivulets across the area to a central reservoir, from which it pours directly upwards, away from Tshering's surface and out of sight, beyond the world's atmosphere.
Anything bagged and placed within the Endless River will also flow upwards and soon be out of sight, passing, presumably, into the Void. Scattered across the surface of Tshering are small, glittering pebbles, as described in the announcement.
The stones are pleasantly cool to the touch, and all passengers need to do is feel. Messages can be in any form that the Voidtreckers wish. Perhaps words, perhaps feelings, perhaps an image from their mind into the stone. Perhaps a mixture. Once they begin their message the stone will glow slightly and continue to glow as they secure it in the bag and cast it into the river. They will feel, almost instinctively, that they need to focus as they do so, thinking of the person they wish to reach all the while.
There are plenty of bags and many more stones; passengers will not be limited in their sendings.
Picnic
"... It's fine. Guess we're all kind of tourists, here." The sky is... well. Like nothing he's ever seen. The last place had a good view of the stars, but this is... really different.
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"I would give anything for a camera. Not even a good camera, I'd take a shitty flip phone camera." Disappointing, grainy pictures are better than no pictures. "No one I know is gonna believe I saw this." There are so many mushroom jokes he can make and he can't even dig a good one up because he's still too awestruck.
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If he doesn't ask he's not going to find out, after all.
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"And man, if you still have social media on your world? I think you'd know you didn't need a talent for it just to make a memory. Just the ability to make duckface and get a little bit of that trippy background in there." He thumbs over his shoulder. "Captioned like, 'loving being in a Monet painting during his high period'."
And there it is.
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"... We've got some. I don't really pay attention to it. People send photos, but I don't exactly get a lot." Well. From one person, at least. But he wasn't very good. "Don't know what a 'duckface' is." Presumably some sort of ugly face? He has no idea.
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And man, suddenly he misses his sword cane. He'll have to look into getting that back because that would have really completed this look.
"How long have you been on the train?"
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Granted, he's had some people who have sort of speedrun friendship with him, so it's not that surprising that it does feel longer to him. "Anyone you know here already? Or are you the one waiting up?"
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There's the bitching, too. At least he can admit, "This is pretty wild, though. Still having trouble believing it's real but every sense I have is absolutely sure of it."
Again, he has to just look at how damn beautiful and... not apocalypse all of this is. No broken buildings. No smell of rot. These bright mushrooms towering over them like Geiger and Lisa Frank made some sort of spiritual truce. Honestly? It's amazing.
"No, no one else is here." He says that bit softly, still distracted, mottled eyes reflecting the neon gills from a nearby high cap. "Just me."
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"Maybe they'll show up. Someone from my world did. ... Someone I actually give a shit about, not some random person or an enemy." Which had been incredibly surprising to him, but he's not going to say no by any means.
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How is this in his particular skillset, he wonders. Demons seem a little closer to what he's used to, but its not like he has a weapon and he's not even sure his powers would work on things that weren't human.
Lord, what if Dr. Merch showed up? Dr. Curian? Boy, how much shit he'd get into for what he would immediately do.
But the thoughtfulness ebbs. "I was surprised mine didn't come lookin' for me on her own." Warren is a force of nature, unstoppable in his eyes. If anyone could find this train on sheer force of will.
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"One of those types, huh? Just someone you work with, or something else?"
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He gestures flippantly in the train's direction.
"Now to get my body used to a schedule after all that."
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"What happened?"
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His mouth twitches into resignation.
"It is what it is, and people are what they are." He almost adds something about 'humans being their own worst enemy', which he still might even have said as a human. But he's been making an effort to mind his manners.
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Cleaning up, maintaining, looking for answers... "But it is what it is. I like my role."
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Murphy sometimes loves it. Some people genuinely admire him. He has helped, despite himself. He's finally in a position where people who threaten and domineer him pay for it. He can dress how he wants and love whoever he pleases.
Murphy also hates it. He'd rather be a normal ass human with a normal ass office job in a normal ass house, in some manufactured prefab life.
"So what do you do? And I guess the other asshole that wrecked things."
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He pauses. If this guy is from a world with zombie movies, then... "And I know the magic stuff sounds nonsense, I thought it was too until a few months ago. It's not a total apocalypse, but it is a mess."
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"How are the rebuilding efforts going? Is it one of those things where the national government's falling down on the job? I had to direct a reconstruction once. It went surprisingly well for a while."
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"... No idea. Probably botching it... I stepped away from staring down a full police squad and then wound up here."
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Sure, all Murphy ever did was bad business and a little bit of postal fraud he failed to cover up properly, but he was in the prison system long enough (and with dire enough consequences) to be more than a little resentful.
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How long had Eko planned for that, for humans to not even care?
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He can't really keep the contempt out of his voice. But it ends in a sort of acceptance that people do what people do.
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He's seen more now than he ever thought he would in a lifetime. And there's people that actually treat him as a person here, which is surprising to say the least.
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He spreads his arms and gestures out. All this.
"Don't have to worry about Yokai right now. I don't have to worry about the apocalypse right now. It's just us and the headache hellriver over there and that's it."
A pause, before pointing at the river.
"It gives you a headache, too, right? Or is that just me?"
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"Yeah. And apparently sending messages. Don't have anyone left alive to get them, though."
He frowns at the question. "Not... really?"
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