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middleofsomewhere2021-04-10 06:25 am
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- alice liddell (am) [ou],
- cassie cage [ou],
- entrapta [ou],
- inigo [ou],
- kitty pryde [ou],
- koumyou sanzo [ou],
- lan sizhui [ou],
- lapis lazuli [crau],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- masumi sera [ou],
- najaran [ou],
- overlord zetta [crau],
- persephone [ou],
- ple two [ou],
- romeo [crau],
- seto kaiba [ou],
- sonya blade [ou],
- taiki [ou],
- thanatos [ou],
- trunks brief (future) [ou],
- yondu udonta [ou],
- ~x~adam parrish [ou],
- ~x~bucky barnes [crau],
- ~x~demyx [ou],
- ~x~kerry eurodyne [ou],
- ~x~mami tomoe [ou],
- ~x~merwen [ou],
- ~x~pepper potts [ou],
- ~x~raven [ou],
- ~x~ray [ou],
- ~x~senku ishigami [ou],
- ~x~steve rogers [ou],
- ~x~tony stark [ou],
- ~x~wen sizhui [au]
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.
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Putting it that way makes it feel a little weird, especially with that tone in Ken's voice, which is where Madoka's main hesitance comes from. She presses her fingers together awkwardly, seeming to think for a moment before she smiles.
"I mean.. of course not." She almost says it as if it's something natural. As if this is a conclusion anyone could have arrived at a long time ago. It's paired with an awkward smile. "I'm no one special, after all. If there was something I could do for the world, even if that meant everyone would forget me, or it'd be better that everyone would forget me.. then I think that'd be a really great thing. Then, at least, I'd be able to help everyone."
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Wormmon can't stay silent any more. He knows what this means for his partner so he had been trying to take a backseat, but now he is starting to wibble.
"Ken-chan was in the darkness, and you pulled him out. Other people might feel the same way. You don't know what you mean to someone unless you look for it!"
Ken nods. "Sometimes...people leave. With no choice about the circumstances. But if you get that choice, Madoka-san..."
He means this with all of his heart. No matter that this is the first he's really getting to know her. "You're worth remembering. Just as you are."
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And so, if people forget her because she's been stuck here for such a long time, away from home.. It just feels easier.
It's something she can't change, anyway.
But somewhere between Ken's earnest words and Wormmon's wibbling, Madoka feels cruel trying to subject them to it. They're not from her world. They shouldn't be burdened with any of this. It's something she should just bury deep within her own heart, carry with her until the day comes that she can go back home and carry out her duty.
"Ah.. I'm sorry." So she just tries her best to smile at the two of them right now. "I didn't mean to make you worry. Don't worry, it's not like I'm going to make you two forget about me!" (Until the world does it for her, ssh...)
"I was just thinking a little about things, that's all..!"
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Yet Wormmon rests a claw on Ken, and he settles down. He understands. Wormmon's trying to remind him that sometimes the best thing you can give people is space, isn't he? The way Wormmon has always given Ken patience, and time, and grace to work through tough topics until he's satisfied.
Ken can't help but feel like he's failed, though. If he were Daisuke, could he have convinced Madoka-san to....? To what? What is he even hoping for?
Oh. It hurts to see people discount their worth. Because he spent so long unable to see his own.
"Please value yourself," he murmurs, turning his head away so his hair hangs down like a curtain. "I think...that was my point."
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She immediately pipes up, stammering. It's easy to notice the way he must be feeling, with the way he's turning his head like that, with how low his voice is getting. This is exactly why Madoka doesn't want to talk about these things. Because they only make people sad, even though it's something unavoidable.
Even though it's something she already made peace with, despite it happening to her.
She reaches out, carefully taking his hands in her own.
"I'm sorry, please.. really, please don't worry. I'm fine!" (Even if he's right on the money about her having some huge worth issues, but sssh.) "Look, I'm happy, aren't I?"
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That's not the point, it's not the point at all, and Ken looks so lost when she takes his hands. He'd fumbled into this. He hadn't understood. How can he correct it? What would correcting it even look like?
Wormmon thinks many deep thoughts as well. Then, coming to a very different conclusion than Ken -
He wiggles himself on up and tries to hug Madoka.
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".. Wormmon.." She says, slowly releasing her hold on Ken's hands, though she seems to be feeling a little awkward on whether or not she can hug Wormmon in return when she just made him and Ken worry - since she doesn't move to try and hold him (yet?), instead just staring with a half-guilty expression.
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A hug and a nuzzle, quiet, supportive. Sometimes people don't realize how amazing they are. And it takes time for that to sink in. Wormmon is here to remain by Ken-chan's side and believe in him until Ken-chan can believe in himself.
And both he and Ken-chan can do that for Madoka!