The Endless River

[voidtreckermods]

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.

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.

Comments

[morganizedchaos]

"Under other circumstances, I probably wouldn't have minded so much," Ghost says. "It's definitely not boring, and that's the biggest thing I'd want to avoid." His brain just doesn't cope well with nothing to do and that's how we get Morgan-tier bad decisions.

He nods at Soldat's explanation, though. "There's a lot to be said for experience," Ghost says. "Not sure I'll ever be able to exactly pull it off, myself." Since, well, words and his mouth don't get along.

[worthallthis]

You're telling them, Ghost. Soldat is terrible with boredom. It took them months and months to learn how to entertain themselves, but they've long since lost any desire to sit and stare at walls while waiting for orders.

"You're in a good place for being a little off from normal, at least," Soldat shrugs. "There's so many people here who don't do things the way anybody else does."

[morganizedchaos]

"Yeah. I was kind of worried about going to the mainland before I wound up here - at least the Talos survivors were used to me, even if not everyone liked having me around."

[worthallthis]

"Is that where you were going?" Soldat asks. Ghost had mentioned being on a plane, which presumably meant going somewhere. "Reuniting with the rest of the world, after the-- after making you, I guess?"

[morganizedchaos]

"Yeah, towards Seattle. There's at least one other group of survivors there we were able to make contact with. Morgan and Alex's cousin." So Soldat has some idea of why Ghost is a little awkward and not entirely enthusiastic about the whole thing. "Making me is only sort of related to why they were hiding out - I told you that the whole thing was megacorp funded, right? TranStar... Well, they didn't want news of what they were doing to get out, when things went wildly out of control."

[worthallthis]

"When the attack thing happened?" Soldat guesses. "That Morgan went through? Or did something else go wildly out of control?"

[morganizedchaos]

"When the outbreak happened, yeah. They've been mostly in hiding since then, but... Well, once the Typhon got to Earth, TranStar had bigger things to worry about than a bunch of survivors from a nuked space station that had been declared legally dead, anyway."