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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.
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A shame about the shirt, but it might be a bit before Emporio's tears stop. Especially given what can be determined from his fragmented crying- evidently Someone was up to something no good. Enough to go after him- after everyone he knew.
Enough that it took everyone but him dying, to take down. "...I just wish I could...tell them, so they can rest..." It'd be too 'early', too awkward for anyone else.
Or worse- too late, he fears.
(Or maybe he can warn them? He doesn't know...he...)
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He stoops to pick up a rock, but doesn't move too far from Emporio. "Hey, hey. You want me to do it?"
He actually decides to ask, because sometimes it's easier to have someone else do it. He just got a loose rundown of names. "You tell me who needs to know what, an' I'll make sure they find out. Alright? An' that way you know they got told somethin'. If you don't want it to be from the voice in your head, it can be from the one in mine."
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"It... ...it doesn't matter, now. They're..."
The boy blinks as Yondu picks up a rock. He almost says 'like what I did', but he holds his tongue. That much at least, he knows won't help. But...
"...He was called 'Enrico Pucci'," he says quietly, wiping at his tears. "...I... ...I can't even say 'their plan won't work', because what if they haven't thought of it yet in another world, or if it's a different one... ...But..."
It's a good thing that, despite their lack of knowledge, it can reach the ones who died.
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"Enrico Pucci. So name somethin' the plan involved, an' I'll say the plan about so an' so ain't gonna work, don't do it?"
He gives him an earnest nod. "We'll warn 'em, okay? Some version of 'em. So that they got time to think out what they're doin'. If this river knows it'll take it to 'em early enough to do somethin' about it."
He might not entirely trust it, but it's better than just feeling helpless.
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"...I think...the best way would be to say...stopping time, and using Anasui as bait, it won't work. ...I think somehow, they just didn't have enough time..."
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He puts both hands over the rock, concentrating for a bit as he puts every bit of mental effort into a message for someone that he don't know.
The plan's not gonna work. You can't use Anasui as bait, there won't be enough time. If you're not careful, Emporio's gonna be left with all that guilt an' loneliness on his head. He needs y'all. Do your best for 'im.
He puts the rock in one of the bags and throws it into the river, then pats Emporio on the back. "I let 'em know, alright? Maybe they'll come up with a better plan somewhere. Sometimes you're just lucky enough to pull off an impossible fight if you got folks in the know."
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He wishes he could see that sort of reality, but for now he decides to just be happy for whatever other self makes it through, and nods.
"...Yeah. ...I..." He swallows.
"...Thanks."
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"Hey, you know what? How about you show me what they actually put in your basket. Ever'body seemed to get somethin' different."
It's a weak distraction, sure, but he's wanting to get them away from this morbid riverside. It's meant to be cathartic but all he feels is the baggage of a line of heavy minds, all struggling to unleash how they feel.
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"Oh-" Moving to grab just that- after pulling it out of his ghost pouch of course, because of course he put it there- he starts to walk along with Yondu away from the river. "Yeah...Yeah, sure. I don't really recognize most of what's in here, but I get the feeling it's stuff from home..."