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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.
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The first step is to sit down, which he does, giving the kid and his... pet(?) some space. Maybe it's a yokai, he's not sure.
"... You're... not much of a talker, are you? ... I'm not that good at it, myself..."
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"Ken-chan doesn't need to talk to have a good time," Wormmon tells Otoha. Waddling closer, he cups his front claws around his mandibles and confides: "He's always thinking kind, wonderful things. Always!"
Now Ken is blushing for other reasons.
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His attention turns to Wormmon. "... Are you a yokai?" He looks like he'd fit in, but Otoha isn't sure. he still doesn't know all of them.
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"The concept's similar," says Ken, glad to have a topic, "but Wormmon is made of digital data. Our worlds connect via computers."
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"How can data be moving around like that?" No offense meant to Wormmon, but...
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Thus almost, but not quite like, yokai. People pouring enough of themselves into something that it becomes alive, develops its own will. Ken doesn't know if that's how Digimon began, but he has seen the power of emotions, many times.
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But it's not the same. Is it? He's not actually sure.
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And sad! Being sick is scary and sad, and so is having no one to believe in you! Yet Ken-chan is smiling gently, so things will be...okay?
"You're doing useful work." And it is...similar to being a Chosen Child, in a way. "Balance is important."
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... He probably shouldn't tell a child what he used to do, exactly. "I worked for some very bad people for a long time."
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"I'm glad you stopped."
Wormmon nods along hard enough to make his antennae wobble around. Working for very bad people is scary and awful! And so hard to escape! He knows! So it's very impressive when someone manages to do it, and both he and Ken-chan are always so happy for them!!
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But he doesn't say that. Instead he says: "... Me too."
There's a lot of reasons why it's good he stopped, even though it was his whole world. "I'm... learning how to help people. It's new."
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Wormmon enjoys being of use to others. So does Ken, who will take advantage of Wormmon asking a question to finish setting out the (extremely boring) food.
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What a strange bug child...
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"Ehe..."
Ken laughs nervously. He knows that cheer is also for him, and he's touched.
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... Hm. "Did you make all of this?" There are suspiciously wormclaw-shaped indents in that rice.
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"I'm inexperienced," Ken admits, although his contributions do look a lot....neater...than Wormmon's. "But, please."
Help yourself....
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At least he's stopped accidentally cutting himself every other time.
He picks up one of the rice balls and... why not? He takes a bite and... "Huh. It's pretty good."
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Ken smiles, picks up a rice ball himself. Delicately breaks it in half. Offers half to Wormmon. Wormmon scoots forward to accept it.
Munch munch.
"Mmmn!!!!"
Ken grins at Otoha. They may struggle in casual conversations, but they have making Wormmon happy in common now, and he likes that.
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cw: INTENSELY pure boy
What with Orange being on meal prep and all, Ken is learning that. And also learning that he...doesn't really mind it? It's a task that calls for methodical precision, and that sort of thing gives him a calm satisfaction. He doesn't have much faith in his abilities yet, but, perhaps...
Maybe, when they've saved what the Voidtrecker Express needs them to save, and he goes home, he can offer to cook with his mother. Ken is starting to think he might like that.
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"Burnt my hand and cut the other one before I got stopped. I didn't know those wounds were there."
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Wormmon is trying to picture what not hurting would be like. At first it sounds nice, like you wouldn't have to be scared of things, but you'd have to be even more scared, wouldn't you? You would have no warning.
Pain tells you something is wrong. That's like. Deep. He's smart like Ken-chan!
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"I can't feel pain. Something to do with my nerves not sending the signal to my brain properly. Don't know all of the science behind it. It means I have to check myself out of fights, but it also means that I can keep going in a fight even when badly hurt, since the pain doesn't stop me."
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Ken adds this to the things he knows about his new acquaintance. It would be so easy to push yourself too hard......Or perhaps that's just Ken. If he didn't feel pain, how would his life be different?
Wormmon also considers a life Without Pain. He hits on what he feels to be the most important part, noting sagely: "Take care of yourself."
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"I've gotten really badly hurt before... but it's important to finish what you started, pain or not."
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