middleofsomewhere | The Endless River

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.

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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That... really shouldn't have worked, at least not so specifically and effectively without other lasting damage. (At least, further damage other than the general trauma and the split. Soldat seems to have pretty good reasoning, doesn't have issue with the formation of new memories, and their motor control's fine.)

Ghost lets out a low exhale that comes just on the edge of becoming a whistle. "Yeah, that would do it," he says. "Shit. Well, if you ever need someone to run interference, let me know. Fuck knows I was grateful when Mikhaila and Danielle got between me and Alex being the way he is about it."

"I'm not sure if I need it or not." Steve might be comparing, but he's clearly not liking what he's seeing, given how much he's been avoiding them. And everyone else has... admittedly done a pretty good job of acting like they aren't the same as whoever was here before. "But I appreciate the thought."

They go for another broken cookie piece. "HYDRA used me as their personal assassin for. I'm not sure how long. Decades. Maybe seventy years. When I wasn't on a mission or in training or being punished, I was in cryofreeze." They consider the cookie a moment, and whether to share the worst part. No one here knows it. Maybe not even Steve. ... It's probably safer not to share. Even if they like Ghost, even if he can be trusted, the fewer people know there's Words that terrify them, the better. Instead, they say, "I don't even remember anymore how many people I killed."

Ghost feels that flutter of consideration, but doesn't push. Everyone's entitled to a few secrets, after all, and he's hardly told all of his story, either.

Instead, he says, "I don't think it really matters how long it actually was so much as 'how long it felt like,' and the answer to that sounds like your entire life." Because, you know, that's what happens when you don't have any memories from Before.

Ghost fidgets, pulling a bottle of water out of the picnic basket and looking at his knees for a minute, before saying, "What matters is how you treat the people that are still alive. First piece of real advice someone gave 'me,' and it seems only fair to pass it along. It's the choices you make going forward that matter."

They smile a bit and look down. "Yeah, I know. I do. I've said something like that to half a dozen people, myself. That what mattered was what they did, going forward, not what they used to do. Trying to be better." They sigh a bit, pop the cookie in their mouth, and since their mouth is full, Sarge says for them, (We're workin' on it. The being better part. And this idiot is still workin' on accepting it.) And the Asset, being an ass, adds helpfully, (Reprogramming.) Soldat rolls their eyes at the both of them.

"So it's just the putting the practice in what you preach that's hard, huh?" Oh, the amusement is clear there. The fact that the rest of their brain is ganging up on them is, in fact, fairly hilarious. "Well, if my opinion counts for anything, you're doing pretty well. Reality of the bystander effect and all - most people don't reach out so consistently."

Get used to it, Ghost. The rest of their brain gangs up on them pretty regularly.

Looking vaguely embarrassed by the praise, Soldat says, "That's the easy part. I like people. I like helping." They frankly measure their worth by how much they do for people. How useful they are.

"People are easy to like when they're not being assholes," Ghost agrees. He's an extrovert, he also likes people, when he has the bandwidth to deal with the way they bonk up against his senses. "But most of them still wouldn't stick themselves out for a stranger. Take the damn compliment."

Extrovert with sensory issues solidarity, man. Soldat loves being around people, but hates to be looked at, afraid of too much interaction, too much touch. Different sensory issues, maybe, but still there.

They smile a little and hold up both hands peaceably. "Okay, okay. Thank you. I'm still not really used to being complimented." Their hands come back down, clasping over their knees. "Best I'd get, really, was the occasional 'good work'. I was their weapon. Weapons don't need encouragement, yeah?"

Different but adjacent, considering that they're not exactly the normal sensory issues people get from crowds. (Soldat would probably love the lost in a crowd feeling, so long as no one bumped into them.)

"I realize it's not possible to get less impressed with them, but they can still get fucked," Ghost says, voice at a lower volume that qualifies as muttering. The expression on his face definitely makes it a mutter, but he turns to something more teasing afterwards. "You'll take my positive reinforcement and like it just like everyone else."

If they were sitting closer, there might have been a playful elbow shove there.

"Yes, sir," Soldat says dryly, and follows it up with a sloppy-ass salute, just because they can.

It seems too nice a moment to ruin with more horror stories. So they finally collect the smooshed sandwich and decide not to go into the rest. That edges into having to talk about the Words, anyway. "Anyway, I'm free now, and I'm pretty sure I'm never going to have to go back. The train has said she won't send people back to places they were in danger." Which is fine. Unless they could go back to the moment of their death, to the exact place of it, to try and save Steve... they've got no desire to go back to that world.

It's a lot for either of them, and Ghost doesn't see any harm in letting it just. Simmer in the back of his mind to deal with for a little while. Information overload is a thing aliens get, too.

"That's good," he says. "Going to stick around the train forever, then? It doesn't seem like it would be that bad if it's something you personally chose instead of getting voluntold."

And on that note, Ghost will take another chunk of broken cookie before turning back to his own sandwich.

"Well. If I knew whether Beacon was still there... if my people there are okay. Maybe I'd like to go back there," Soldat says with a little shrug. Have they told Ghost about Beacon yet? "That's the place I was before this. Where I got the lantern." They shift their shoulder, letting said lantern rattle a little against their shoulder. "If I'd come here to the train straight from dying, I'd have been a complete wreck. I've had twenty months, now, to learn how to act normal." They consider their now half-eaten sandwich, and finish, "But otherwise, yeah, I guess here is pretty much it."

"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.

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."

"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."

"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?"

"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."

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

"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."

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