What their Eyes See: Conclusion

[voidtreckermods]

The End?

The Voidtreckers make their way through the circles. Some pressing forwards, others gathering civilians and evacuating them back to the city. Some get lost, stuck among dreams or nightmares.

Those voidtreckers who manage to press on through the third circle will find themselves surrounded by colours, the same colourful almost-lightning that had crackled overhead as they made their way through the maze. Here the colours are thick, swirling. Getting close is almost like getting close to a bonfire. It is not heat but power, something no Voidtrecker can withstand.

Something no creature could withstand yet for those that risk the blinding colouful light they will see a shape. A person? Perhaps. It shifts shape, never still. Thick multicoloured veins run over it. It is hard to focus on, just trying to look into the colours is difficult.

"Fine. Fine. Fine."

It is not just those in the centre who hear the voice but everyone. As if it is speaking directly into their minds.

Indeed for any Voidtreckers who are with civilians, those in the city do not seem to react, as if they cannot hear it at all.

"I know where I'm not wanted. I'll go. I'll go. But know this. KNOW THIS."

For those in the centre the colours seem to pulsate, enough to cause anyone looking at them a headache if they don't avert their eyes.

"I know you now. I will find a place. I WILL FIND A HOME and you will pay. YOU WILL NOT STOP ME. I know you all. I know your souls and you will WEEP BEFORE MY MAJESTY."

The colours seem to erupt, dazzling anyone close enough to see and then they vanish. It all vanishes. The maze, the circles, the illusions. Those inside the maze or the circles still will find themselves stood in the smog, outside the city. Those in the centre of the circle will find themselves in fog, unconscious citizens scattered around them.

Clean Up

It takes a few hours for the last of the civilians to be found and returned to the city, once again the hospitals are full but it seems the quick action of the Voidtreckers prevented any fatalities.

The city bounces back quickly, the people shaken but not broken, not bowed. Any help the Voidtreckers offer will be accepted but it quickly becomes clear that the illusions are gone. No more creatures, no more strange images. The fighting rings have paused for now, as they take stock and try and understand what had happened.

But after a couple of hours all Voidtreckers get a message on their SCA. All teams to return to the Voidtrecker Express.

Their maps will pin point the station, which is luckily a lot quieter with everyone still coming to terms with what has happened. The Voidtrecker Express is there and once all passengers have boarded it flies off, into the void once more.

Comments

Anan | NPC

[voidtreckernpcs]

Anan can be found helping bring unconcious civilians back into the city. Chiff rides on her head and beeps softly as they pat her head every so often, as if reassuring her.

She looks pretty worn out, but alive, determined. She looks as if she is trying to think of about a hundred things all at once honestly.

But she nods at any Voidtreckers she sees. "Need any help?"

[yondu]

Yondu's still in his coat, but the rest of his Ravager gear is stowed in his pack because of the blood. He's in his train uniform again under the armored garment (he switches back to it every once in a while) and he's not had a chance to properly shower or anything.

He's helping someone get oxygen into them when she comes by.

"I think it's mostly gettin' taken care of," he grimaces. "Can I hold ya to that ship thing? I managed to survive by the skin of my teeth." Even if he smells a little like iron and copper right now, as his blood is a little bit of a spicy mix. Stanky, tired, dirty space pirate would like to not think about this hellscape for a good five minutes.

[sos_pilot]

The End?

... Della inhales very deeply. This. This has not been a fun mission. Hearing the voices of her children from home? Reliving traumatic memories of the moon? Not to mention all the suffering her friends had gone through...

... She can't swear, because of any younger trekkers. Nor can she make any obscene gestures, for the same reason. But the McDuck temper can still come out to play.

"OH, YOU WANNA GO, YOUR MAJESTY?! YOU WANNA GO, YOU WANNA GO, YOU WANNA GOOOOO?!" Fists up, shaking at the air, hopping up and down and all but roaring. "THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN FIND A HOME IS BY RIPPING OUR BRAINS APART?! OH, YEAH, YOU KNOW MY SOUL, REAL SCARY BIG GUY! WELL MY SOUL IS SAYING IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU'LL BE DOING MORE THAN WEEPING, PAL!"

She might be doing this for a while. Venting is healthy in small doses, people.

[cureofmanyworlds]

“Della? Della!”

Nozomi’s sore. Tired. Drained. And Della’s gonna be equally more, so she needs to calm down. She’ll drop to her knees so she can hug her from behind.

“It’s okay... it’s over now...”

Guri

[marvelous_murderbot]

The End?

The mission had been...strange for her. And not in the same ways for most people on the train. The illusion attempts had bounced off of her like small ammunition off of tank armor. They'd shown her a facsimile of her ship - poorly done - and tried to present to her the picture of her being back in servitude to Xizor.

That particular vision had lasted three seconds before she had snapped his neck like a twig. There might well be ways into her mind, but one-size-fits-all certainly wasn't going to be it. She was too logical, her memories digitized. But what they had done to her friends, on the other hand - that upset her.

Which is why, when the shape of whatever it is makes its pronouncement, she merely looks up at it. And makes a rude gesture she's learned from her human friends is pretty universal across much of the multiverse.

Clean Up

She spends her time before departure dotting i's and crossing t's. Her time in the fight rings had been spent making connections, cataloguing - she has perfect recall and makes sure to give a number of statements to the authorities - along with all the physical evidence she has collected. If people will be punished for whatever has happened, she's going to make sure she presents evidence to help.

But she had also bet heavily on her fighters, and they had won - her own fights, too, had all been successful. The cash reserves assembled from that are...considerable.

And so she starts to distribute them. Seeking out organizations and individuals who appear to be in need of financial aid. She can be seen with a large bag slung around her shoulders, giving out cash like a beautiful, blond Santa Claus. There's a non-zero possibility that this is how lore gets started, she realized, but she doesn't hope for it.

When she's done, she keeps a single set of coins and a few pieces of paper money - as souvenirs. Perhaps she'll decorate her bunk with them. That's a human touch, right?

[thawed_pride]

[The End?]

Physically, Vexen...could be worse. The bulk of his injuries have been healed, so while he might be exhausted, he's only somewhat sore. Emotionally, however, he's stressed to his limit, and not at all in the mood for shenanigans. He glares through squinted eyes, ignoring the resulting headache as best he can.

"You are the one who shall pay. Twilight help me, I will see to it that you meet your end."

The calm, downright cold tone is a stark contrast to his usual yelling when he loses his temper. To the few who have seen him truly upset, it's also much scarier.

[Clean Up...Sorta]

In the hours before the train arrives, Vexen helps ferry unconscious civilians back to safety, covering them in his spare coat and then transporting them through the darkness. During that time, he checks in on people he knows to make sure they're still alive, but otherwise doesn't approach his fellow Voidtreckers.

Once the train arrives, he all but disappears. If anyone thinks to check the quiet rooms, however, they'll find that the door of one is coated in a thick layer of magical ice, blocking the window and sealing the room shut.

clean up do doo doo

[darknessinzero]

Well.

At least he has a good idea who's behind this door. Vexen will hear a light rap, and, softly;

"Even. If this is you in here, may I come in?"

[miseris_socios]

[Arrival] (semi-closed, please ask before tagging)

Ken doesn't wait to walk back, and instead hits the emergency recall button. He's... a mess. Dirty clothes, barely-closed cuts and scrapes, burns and general mess all over him. He takes one step in the luggage car and stumbles, sprawling on his face with his bag and spear still on his back. He doesn't even have strength to groan, all of it going towards trying to get back on his feet. If he can just get to his room... it's the first sleeping car, it shouldn't be that hard to get to...

He slumps in exhaustion again before trying to stand up once more.


[Medical] (OTA)

Thankfully, Ken's wounds are largely not that bad. Between healing spells, health potions of various types, and some first aid... he's mostly okay. The darkness that had clung to him after the phantom Xemnas' attack has largely bled off, left behind with the other illusions. Ken himself, though... is taking longer to heal.

Part of it is exhaustion. Part of it is depression. Part of it is pure fear over how he acted.

He won't say no to some visitors, but he's not going to go out of his way to request anyone. Most of the day he's resting, listening to music and staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about his own actions.


[Wandering] (OTA)

He does get let out of medical eventually, with a stern reminder to check in over the next few days to make sure he's all right. He doesn't really listen to them, instead wandering the train a little blankly. Anyone watching him might note that he makes no effort to head to the kitchen or dining cars, instead wandering down from medical towards the sleepers. He lingers in the games carriage briefly before moving on, as well as the music carriage. The library gets a reaction out of him, though - trying to get through as fast as possible.

Of course, there's other cars in between where it's possible to find him.


[Collapse] (closed to room Lower 1:C (or teleporters))

Ken doesn't so much crawl into bed as collapse weakly on top of it the day after their return. His bag is still in his hand as he hangs partway off of the bed, looking suddenly very small as he tries to settle himself in his bunk. He slowly shoves his bag into his cubby and curls up, trying to keep some faint measure of dignity or pride.


[Wildcard] (OTA)

[???]

wandering

[darknessinzero]

When Ken steps in to the gardens, he might hear some soft humming- and the source is none other than Ansem himself, sitting by the pond. His eyes are closed, but open when he hears footsteps, and then he manages a soft smile. "Ah, Ken. Are you off to somewhere?"

It's not that he's pretending nothing is wrong; Ansem very much looks tired. But that is an honest question, because...

"If not. May I have your company?"

Q'uila Sunrise | OTA

[dragoonrouge]

Flashing Lights.

Q'uila groans, lowering her arms as the blinding colours clear and fade, revealing the stinking smog that sits heavy about the city.

"What in the seven hells was that bloody thing?" It felt like she was going to have to be blinking the spots out of her vision for weeks, "'Know where I'm not wanted.'," She scoffs, "Mayhaps they should not have killed a bunch of people."

Oh, the spots are still there, this reminded Q'uila of the last time she had gone drinking with Pinara. Lovely.

"This is going to come back to haunt all of us at a later date at the most inopportune time." She sighs, Q'uila has been around the block enough times with powerful mysterious beings to put this statement out into the world with tired resignation.

Helping

Having regained her sight, Q'uila sets about assisting the locals with getting back to the city quietly encouraging and comforting the confused city-dwellers and making sure to take extra care with anyone who was injured.

"Would you be able to help me with this one?" She calls out to any nearby Passengers as she gestures at a badly injured human, "I may need help lifting them properly." And someone to distract said human so she can sneakily use some healing magic on those wounds but that's neither here nor there.

[myblueskies]

"I can help, miss!"

He might not be the person she was planning to ask to help, but she was the person she had. He rushed to her side.

"I can help lift!"

Nozomi | OTA

[cureofmanyworlds]

The End?

Nozomi looked up the best she could. The figure... whatever it was... was busy taunting them. Whining, maybe? It all blurred at this moment and Nozomi couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Once the creature departed, Nozomi slumped to her knees, exhausted.

“Over...”

Clean Up? Nah.

Like the last mission, Nozomi didn’t have the energy to bother helping the other citizens. Thankfully, things were easier this time, so she opted to return to the train.

She tossed the jacket she wore into the closet before slumping against a wall.

“I’m not sure I can handle another mission like this...”

Other things...? (Wildcard)

With the mission over and her back on the train, Nozomi’s off to do something else to get her mind off of everything.

Perhaps you’ll find her in the spa, eyeing the pool despite still being transformed?

Maybe you’ll find her in the Games car, looking over the various games to play?

Or maybe you’ll find her sitting on a chair, passed out from everything?

(OoC: Or do something else!)

Wildcard

[averyusefultray]

Hera stays helping the citizens as long as she can. Which isn't nearly as long as last time since no one negotiated with the train for plant magic time. While this mission was't pleasant by any means, she can already tell it hit many other people much harder than her.

She comes across Nozomi in a random chair and rests a hand on her shoulder. "You'll hurt your neck if you fall asleep like that."

Takato Matsuda | OTA

[dreamtamer]

Arrival:
Takato had experienced physical exhaustion at the end of missions before. But this time...

After everything, he was mentally and emotionally wrung out. He spends the last few hours leaning heavily against Guilmon and talking quietly to him. What Seto and Eva had told him... It helped. But Guilmon was the only other one who had been there, at that time. Who knew everything.

And Guilmon was strong now. He could carry enough strength for both of them to get through this.

When the call comes to return, he slowly makes his way back. Not to their bunk. Not yet. Takato didn't want to be alone yet. But they find their way to their favorite beanbag chair in the game room, and cuddle up there to watch as everyone comes back.

[blue_ice]

Kaiba always comes here after a mission. He claims his purpose is to stack boxes and shuffle cards, but...it was their spot. And if Yugi's really gone, then it's his job to help maintain it.

Here he finds Takato and Guilmon curled up in a beanbag chair, and he drags another over to sit beside them.

"You okay?"

Bucky/Soldat | OTA

[worthallthis]

I. The End?

The Asset is not equipped to deal with power of that sort. It squints and shields its eyes and wishes to hell for its protective goggles. (Like one of the Eaters. Except too much light, not too little.) The Bottomless Pit keeps wanting to look harder. Idiot.

It does, however, fire into the center of it with its rifle. Because, like Soldat firing into the sky before, it makes it fucking feel better to at least make the attempt. It doesn't waist words or breath on trying to talk back, aware by now that whatever this is won't interact with them directly.

Then, though. Then. The fight is over. And the Asset doesn't know what to do. It stands there, looking around the fallen humanity, the other Voidtreckers, and looks... lost. Actually.


II. Clean-up

The Asset is out of its depth when there's nothing to shoot, and Soldat is still... somewhere else, buried too deeply to come handle things. Not ready to handle things, apparently. So as they all start hauling the remaining unconscious bodies back into the city, the familiar face is made unfamiliar in a new way: making eye contact, smiling quickly (if sometimes snidely), accent strongly Brooklyn.

Sarge is handling things, because Sarge is the one left with actual charisma and compassion. Also, the only one who can handle being anywhere near a hospital, and even then he's twitchy and snappish. He's drops a couple still-comatose people off and turns away, finding somebody else carrying people behind him. "Hey, need a little help there?"


III. Back on the Train

Sarge is wandering. Because Sarge is not usually out this long and Sarge can't cook the way Soldat can and Sarge can't even make origami properly (he tried) and Sarge can't sleep either, at least not until the train knocks them all out.

So Sarge is wandering, hands stuffed in his pockets, body language all off for people who know Soldat. He tries the piano again, remembering Soldat had kind of liked that. He tries reading in the library car, but he's apparently lost the knack for getting properly lost in a story, so he winds up putting the book down with a frustrated noise. He tries listening to music, but he can't hold still, so the music comes with him as he wanders, sometimes loud enough for other people to hear, sometimes a tinny, tiny echo coming from earphones.

III

[bakegarasu]

Otoha freezes when he sees Sarge, not sure what to do. The Asset was helpful in the maze - at least for him - but that's clearly neither the Asset nor Soldat. He takes a breath and wanders up to the other. The fact that he can hear the music doesn't bug him - it's not like Soldat doesn't play music loudly a lot anyway.

"Uh. Hey."

seto kaiba | ota

[blue_ice]

reacting to the big event (circle three)

"Keep dreaming," Kaiba grunts into the empty air, glaring at the spot where their intangible nemesis vanished. He's really sick of obnoxious showboating menaces by now. "I bow to no one, especially not cowards who toy with us and gloat about it."

That done, he gently lifts one of the unconscious citizens. Time to throw himself into work.

house of cards

His first stop (after accepting with a heavy heart that Yugi is most likely gone for good) is to take a much-needed shower, as usual. Then he re-organizes the games in the gaming car, shuffles a few decks of ordinary playing cards....and begins to stack them into a castle tower shape. Hey, it's something he hasn't tried before, and exactly the kind of calming activity that appeals. Feel free to join, but please don't knock them over (or do, and enjoy watching him fume!)

pet playdate with a side of plot discussion

The next stop is the greenhouse car, where he brings Snapper for some much needed exercise. The chameleon-shaped lizard with a large apple (about the size of a coconut) on her back is happy to roam the grass, sunning under the swirling colors of the void. Seto is crouched beside her, offering her berries one at a time. Occasionally he looks up at the void and shakes his head.

"Looking for a home...is our new menace from Errara, the vanished world? Or are other worlds going out too?"

the usual feelings spa option

Kaiba knows the flow of train traffic by now, and he's well aware that the spa is a very popular place as soon as they return from a mission. Knowing this, he purposefully waits an entire day before attending the next night.

He sits in the hottest pool as usual, and unlike the usual he looks...peaceful? It seems someone's learning how to deal with his emotions. The whole 'sharing the bathing space with others' thing is still a work in progress, though, and he'll jump a little at the sound of an opening door.

"Come in if you want," he greets with a shoulder shrug.

spa! of! feelings! ft. cw for missing leg

[helborn]

Casper sighs as he spots someone else in the spa, but at least it's Seto. He hops over and sits down, the blue swim trunks revealing his exposed leg stump. He slips into the water across from the other man and smiles a little.

"Rough mission for you?"

Senku Ishigami | OTA

[10billionpercent]

I. Clean Up

The hospitals were full, but that didn’t take care of everyone. Senku was putting his knowledge to good use this time, stethoscope around his neck as he performed exams for free. It was a good way for those down on the lower tiers to get an inexpensive check up.

There was a lot of lung damage, certainly, but he did his best with the worst patients to pinpoint some healing to their lungs specifically.

It took less magic, so he could do more of them, but he wouldn’t be able to get through everyone either. He was limited in the amount of magic he could use. He could however, give attention and advice, and deal with any cuts and abrasions the old fashioned way. He was quick and efficient, injuries were definitely the biggest thing he dealt with at home, on top of ongoing day to day care of patients.

Whether someone is hurt, needs to drag Senku away for a break, or wanted to find out more about what Anan told him - he wasn’t that hard to find.


II. Quick Shopping

Senku had done what he needed to for the people, at least within the confines of how much time they had.

He’d been tempted in checking out a few things, but armed with his and Gen’s credits he disappeared into a shop and came out with a box. It had a decent heft to it, but he’d be putting it in the arms band once he was out of sight.

It was a hoverboard, complete with a manual for instructions on use as well as how it worked.

Ultimately though, they probably should be heading back to the train.


III. On Board

Senku was a little worn out, but overall not too bad. He wanted to make sure to find Tidus to return his bracer and to quickly grab something to eat. Once he’d recharged his batteries a bit with a meal and a cup of tea, he’d wander into medical just to make sure that everyone’s looked after.

When that was done, he could be found in his pajamas, stretched out on a bench in the standard car, reading his magic book.


IV. Wildcard

[OOC: Anything else you need or want Senku for? He’s all yours.]

III. On Board

[sciencegirl]

Entrapta stalls when she sees him as she passes through the standard car. She 'sits' at the end of his bench, on a chair made of her hair and her legs folded under her yoga style.

"Hi, Senku! ...Can I talk to you or are you mentally compromised. If you're mentally compromised, I can come back later." She'd not had a chance to really have a good sit down since his wedding. Building and preparing Claudette before the beginning of the mission had taken up much of her time.

Conan Edogawa | OTA

[deductiongeek]

Medical Car:
After being injured early in the mission, Conan had been removed by Vermouth and placed inside one of the medical rooms.

He was not happy. On top of the boredom, he'd been forced to spend far too much time with her as his only company, while knowing that his leg injury made escape nearly impossible.

It had been just a little stressful.

Despite the injury and the many very specific threats about him doing exactly this thing, when he hears voices coming from the corridor again he slides out of bed and carefully makes his way to the door.

[tactlesstantei]

Hey, Conan. How are you doing here so far?

[It's Masumi, finally back on the train and taking the time to track down Conan post mission.

Unfortunately, while she's certainly sympathetic to him being stuck in medical, she's also not about to let him out either. Sorry Conan.]

Lena Sabrewing

[outofyourshadow]

Clean u- Never Mind

In all honesty, Lena wouldn't have minded helping out, making sure people were all right and what not. But she had used up so much magic, and had pushed herself beyond what she was used to in such a short amount of time. She barely had the energy to move.

So she didn't, and instead lay face down on whatever surface she happened to be on. Any questions regarding her well-being would receive a lazy, dismissive wave of her hand.

"'m fine..." she said, her words muffled with her beak obscured.

Back on the Train

Despite how tired she was, now that they were all back on the train she couldn't help feeling a bit restless. The whole ordeal had affected her more than she would care to admit, and bringing up insecurities that she thought she was well passed.

And worst of all, she was afraid to sleep again. Those first few weeks (months? she forgets how long it was) when she'd been brought back from the Shadow Realm, because she'd been afraid of the darkness every time she closed her eyes. She felt that same fear, lying in her bunk and just trying to settle down.

So, despite how exhausted she felt, she ended up wandering around the train a bit, trying to find something to occupy herself with.

Back on the train

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice hadn't really paid much (any) attention to the latest mission, other than the fact that people seemed more uptight than usual on their return. Which, in the demon's mind, made them far easier targets than normal--something he intended to take full advantage of.


Okay, so he missed Lydia, both versions of her, a stupid crazy amount. And that might have been the reason he'd chosen to bug the first kid/teen he saw. He missed his partner in crime, his haunting buddy, his bffff. And he was beyond bored.

That was why he more or less appeared at Lena's elbow with a very dry, "Boo!"

Kitty Pryde

[goingthroughaphase]

The End?

Kitty couldn't look at the pulsing lights directly, but the voice speaking directly in her mind was all too clear.

When the light fades and she's able to open her eyes, everything is gone except for the fog and unconscious citizens.

Kitty huffs a little. "And people say teenagers have attitude problems."

Clean Up

Kitty is tired, but she doesn't let that stop her from helping out. Especially since the hospitals are full, and there are plenty of people who still needed some medical attention. She knows basic first aid, but more often she takes up an assistant role to someone who has more knowledge of what to do.

She also checks on her fellow Voidtreckers, looking for anyone who might need help.

"Hey," she says as she offers a bottle of water, "how're you holding up?"

Back on the Train

The first thing Kitty does once they're back on the train is head for the Spa Car. She doesn't even care how many people might be there, but all she really wants to do is soak her tired body in some hot water.

Afterwards she might be seen around the Music or Library, mostly looking for something to distract herself. She knows that she should probably get some sleep, but for some reason she can't bring herself to yet.

Even when she finally does head back to her Sleeper Cabin, she doesn't settle down just yet. Instead she pulls out her laptop and starts typing away, hoping that writing out whatever she's feeling might help.

Demyx | OTA

[melodiouspacifist]

The Train

Demyx did not waste much time at all. When the illusion dropped, he hid in the shadows and when the all clear came to get on board, he went, walking quickly with his head down.

This was a disaster of epic proportions.

He was exhausted. Wrung out. Completely spent.

Yeah, he wasn’t helping with anything, and he didn’t care. He hadn’t been shaken like this in a long time.

He didn’t want to kick his roommates out, that wouldn’t be fair, so he went to the music room. This time he went up to the second floor which was used much less often, went to the furthest corner and curled up into a ball, pulling his hood up over his head.

There. He had his coat, he looked like some creepy monster, fine. FINE.

He wasn’t intending on moving. His hands were over the ear parts of his hood and he had his eyes closed. For awhile, he’d be awake, hearing Xemnas’ words echoing again and again. Eventually he’d drift off in a fitful, easily interrupted sleep.

While he should check on people and be social, he was completely unable to do it.

[motherofresistance]

Much less often, perhaps, but not never. Perhaps it was the Force that led Leia up to this seldom used room, or perhaps it was just her being thorough. But once there, she spotted what at a glance could have easily been mistaken for a pile of black cloth in the far corner.

Upon approaching closer though, she noticed that it was the huddled form of a young man, his hands pressed to his ears even in his sleep. She could tell that he felt frightened, broken down, and just... lost. There was also some of that strange hollowness, the same sense that part of him was an empty space in the Force, that she had felt from the man with ice powers, but that was neither here nor there at the moment.

She didn't have the heart yo deliberately wake him, but she did Bend up a light blanket with a pattern of spiraling music notes- likely inspired by their location- and gently drape it around him. She then stood there watching for a moment longer before starting to turn to go, willing to leave the young man to his rest for now.

Lea | OTA

[hotheadwarmheart]

Clean up

Lea worked with the others to help the remaining civilians get back to the city, not saying much. What was there to say? They'd won, this world was as safe as it was going to get, but it didn't really feel like much of a victory, not with that... whatever it was, still out there. Mostly he just felt tired, though not in the sense of wanting to sleep. He just... needed a break from the insanity that the end of the mission had become.

Upon returning to the train, the first place he headed was the shower. Though it was tempting to take a long one, he tried to be quick, as doubtless there would be others waiting. And once he was clean? He headed to the kitchens with anyone he could manage to round up who was willing to help, from Blue team or not, and set to work making soup. A lot of soup. It was comforting and easy to eat and a lot of people would likely need that after what had happened.

There were a few people he'd deliver soup to personally when it was ready, but for the most part, the kitchen would be where he'd be for awhile. There was something simple and familiar about the repetitive motions of cutting up vegetables and other tasks involved in soup making, and knowing it would help people was in itself a comfort.

Kitchen bound

[acapriciousthing]

Death doesn't take a lot of persuading. "I helped Blue team out there, I can help Blue team make soup."

She's pretty sure that right now people need something warm and homey more than they need the bathrooms cleaned. That's still important, but less timely.

🌙 Koumyou Sanzo | OTA

[its_dad_sanzo]

xxxxx🌙 Clean Up

Koumyou Sanzo can be found helping get civilians to hospitals, and performing basic field-medicine on anyone he found who needed it. He knows how to stitch and splint and wrap wounds, and will work on other train passengers as well if they need it.

He seems more serious than normal, expression drifting between unsmiling pensiveness and his usual smiling disassociation. He'd made it through all the circles, but that didn't mean he was unfazed by what he'd seen.

xxxxx🌙 On The Train

The priest is quick to return once it's time to get back onto the train. He's not as exhausted or sore as previous missions, thanks to Devero making him drink healing potions every time he got banged up, so he doesn't bee-line for the spa right after his usual shower.

No, instead he goes to the garden car, his long hair still loose from said shower, toweling it off over his shoulder as he walks. He finds a bench among the stonework, near the running water, sits down, and lights up a cigarette.

xxxxx🌙 Wildcard

(Wildcard. Koumyou made it through all the circles if you want him in the middle, or some other scenario is fine too.)

Clean up

[knifewithnoname]

In the fog, out from the city a decent distance away around where the second circle had been there's a figure. He might be forgiven for thinking it another injured civilian and indeed a young one.

But she's not injured, when he gets closer. She's just sat there, in the smog. Still in her leather jacket and electric blue braids clipped into her hair. She is sat crossed legged staring into the fog.

For a child normally so alert she doesn't look around when he approaches.

Leia Organa | OTA

[motherofresistance]

The End?

Leia glared at the spot where the thing had been a moment ago. What was it? Some sort of creature of the Void itself? From the little she'd been able to see, the shifting, headache-inducing colors resembled it. Or could it have been a rogue Deva? It was powerful enough to be, and who knew what a visible Deva would look like outside of Nautilus?

And what had it meant by looking for a home? Were its attacks and illusions some bizarre type of terraforming, or attempts at colonization? Too many questions, not enough answers. Clearly she'd need to look into some things when she returned to the train. But right now, there was work to do, and people who still needed help. Mysteries could wait.

Back on the Train

Once they all returned to the train, what Leia wanted most was to go to her bunk and sleep. But she knew herself and knew she wouldn't be able to rest until she'd checked in on her fellow Voidtreckers. Thus, she took a walk around the train looking for anyone who might need a bit of help, a bit of company, or someone to talk or listen to.

Eventually, she wound up sitting at a table in the Standard car, sipping a cup of tea. If anyone she hadn't run into previously wanted to talk, they could find her there, and she'd be willing.

Train

[averyusefultray]

She doesn't have quite as many people she considers her direct responsibility here as on Yavin IV, but she's making a valiant effort to acquire them. Between them and dealing with the cleanup until she couldn't any more, it takes some time before she makes it around to Leia in the Standard car.

"That was different." Missions are not going to be easy to predict.

Futaba Sakura | OTA (on the mission network)

[promiselisting]

The End?

[ It's been barely a minute or so since that final pronouncement, since the illusions have started to fade, when a certain teenager with authority problems decides to make her opinions known to the world. ]

Soooooo... Do we make a habit of pissing off pseudo-godlike beings? Because if so, I can actually kinda see why I was brought here. And this might be more fun than I thought.

[ On that particular note... ]

Are there still a bunch of normies out there? My powers can probably help anyone still going out there with locating them. Or getting everyone back, too, come to think of it.

[obliviouspatriarch]

[Excuse him for a moment while he just sits there for a moment in silence, trying to figure this out.]

Miss... is that something you do where you're from?

[He's learned quickly that pissing off actual gods isn't Fun and that it's gotten him in trouble in the last world he was in.]

Goku | OTA

[4starlowclasshero]

The End...?

Once Goku made it to the end, the Saiyan grunted as he felt the immense power pushing back. Even as a Super Saiyan Blue, it was still powerful!

"Man, such power!" Goku grunted. "Just what are you...?!" Of course, he'll probably won't get that answer as the creature escaped. Once the pressure ended and the obstacles disappeared, Goku powered down. "Next time, we'll be ready..."

Clean Up

Now, Goku wasn't one to really clean up his messes after a major battle - that usually was relegated to things like the Dragon Balls! But, since a lot of the team was out and there were a few civilians still out cold, Goku opted to use his incredible power to good use.

Like lifting piles of civilians over his head and carry them to waiting medics... then being made to get them down one at a time.

"I thought it would be easier!"

Back on the Train

If there was one thing Goku was, it was hungry. He really didn't have much problems, but the lack of real food and what Senku gave him made him starving. Thus, he was in the kitchen making food. Lots of food. He should be lucky that there's still plenty for the others.

[wisdominshadows]

The End?

Zelda doesn't think she's alone in not having much patience for whatever entity is throwing a tantrum at them now, but after the day she'd had she's much too tired to put much energy into defiance. Instead, she just leans against a wall and shakes her head.

"Spoiled children and fools," she muses, half to herself. "The people who speak that way always are."

Of course, most of the above don't have the power to bewitch others' minds, or to inflict this kind of damage on the society. So what has the Voidtrecker Express caught the attention of now?

Clean Up

Zelda doesn't have a lot of power left, but what she does have goes to the people she can reach- anyone injured or still suffering from the aftereffects of the maze. Sometimes she can be caught leaning against a wall, trying to get a few minutes of rest in before she goes back to work.

There's a few other things she might look in on- is there anyone she can talk to about some of the things in those buildings? Because some of the things she heard of in the towers can't be legal.... right?

When the train summons them she goes straight to the dining hall for a cup of tea, which she nurses as she sinks into a corner of the room.

Clean Up

[cureofmanyworlds]

Nozomi's drained, her head isn't in the game at all. Everything that's happened has taken a lot out of her and she wants to rest and relax.

Most of all, she just needs someone to be around.

Wandering through the dining hall, she spots the equally drained Zelda and stops.

"C-Can I hide out with you?"

[zombiemessiah]

farewell and fuck off

"...Your lines are bad and you should feel bad!" Murphy shouts uselessly at the sky to join the din of all the other yelling. But what the hell? He grabs his head at the feedback, as if he's a spider on a web and something just plucked every string at once. Every thread he has connected to someone shudders, right up into his core, and there's a pang in the very core of his brain.

That feels as bad as the River did.

He slams down some walls, pointedly closes himself off for a bit, holding his skull as if to stave off the headache until the Lord of the Tantrums has departed.

DRINKS ON THE HOUSE | cw: talk of zombie things

Murphy is in the kitchen car with a couple of milk crates full of bottles of various boozes. He'll give you a bottle. He'll mix you a drink. He'll even listen to a problem if you really want him to. Mostly he's just there to be the friendly neighborhood zombie-blend bartender.

He's drinking his own ungodly thing that looks like a mojito but he's put frozen brain cubes in to act as ice and just waiting for people to come by and hand out the goods.

[myblueskies]

Romeo hadn't quite gotten to the centre but he had heard the voice, shouting at them, telling them that they wouldn't stop it. He has no idea who they are or why they are so bad.

But he does know that there's lots of people who still need help! So that's what he is doing!

So when he sees a man holding his head he runs towards him. "Are you okay sir? Do you need a potion?"

Thanatos

[controlsthedie]

The End?

That voice hurt so many of his friends, ripped their hearts to pieces. That voice knows how to stop death. It's incredibly dangerous and foolish, but Thanatos forces himself to stare into the light, trying to make out any hint of a shape, a clue to who this person is. He has to do something when he's unwillingly given them a means to destroy life on any world that follows the same rules as his.

The light bursts. Thanatos collapses to the ground, clutching his head and squeezing his eyes shut. A migraine from hell grips him, and he swears he can still see the swirling lights behind his closed eyelids. Even worse, he couldn't make out a damn thing about them!

"Blood and darkness..." Thanatos can't do anything right. All he does is fail the people he cares about one way or another.

Train: Quiet Booth or Greenhouse Car

Once healed from his mishap with the light and having helped escort civilians to safety, Thanatos busies himself with chores and tasks around the train. However, only so much can be done before there's a lack of things to do. It leaves him overwhelmed by too many negative and very human emotions he doesn't know how to handle.

Regardless of where Thanatos ends up, in the darkened quiet booth or up a tree in the greenhouse, his posture will be the same. Thanatos remains balled up, floating with his feathery night-sky wings curled around him. This is a godling's behavior. He doesn't care. (By the way, did you know that Thanatos is a winged god? Now you do.)

Wildcard:

[ While Than isn't in the best of moods, come at me with other ideas. ]

Quiet Booth

[bakegarasu]

Otoha glances into the quiet booth carefully before shutting the door again. He returns shortly with a blanket and a chopstick, quietly opening the door and closing it behind him. He drapes the blanket over his friend, spearing the chopstick through it so it's more like a cape or an apron and doesn't slip off.

Then he settles down in the corner of the booth himself, not sleeping but not really thinking about anything in particular.

closed;

[irrationally]

Alice just feels so tired by the time she gets back on the train.

The earlier half of the mission wasn't so bad, but the way it ramped up near the end.. Why did it have to be illusions of all things? Why was it the one thing she's so weak to, since her mind is still so fragile? She's tired from being unable to tell what's real and what isn't. From seeing all the ghosts of her past in front of her eyes once more.

And the last thing Alice wants to do is deal with people. And there's so many people on the train, all slowly dripping in from the mission.

So she goes to a place she knows to be safe on the train. People she can tolerate, even when she's in this state, the dark circles around her eyes more visible than ever, her skin perhaps even a tad paler than usually. She hasn't seen them on the mission, so she knows they must have stayed behind on the train.

Hopefully it means they are in their room.

Alice raises a hand to knock on the door of their new double room once she finds it, before moving to lean against the train wall. She feels so tired. She figures she must look like it too.

[agathokakological]

Crowley is almost never expecting a knock upon the door, so when there is one, he jumps up, curious to see who it could be. He and Aziraphale easily lost track of time since the mission began, staying behind to play house with their new double-room.

The first thing that Alice may notice when Crowley opens the door is actually how much of a house the inside of their room looks like. It's immense compared to the normal room, warm wooden features and elegant dressings. There's music playing, and the smell of fresh baked goods that waft out and into the hall around her.

Crowley's expression looks confused, because while he is happy to see her and excited to show her a space he's set aside for her, she looks like hell. Literally. He's been there.

"What the heaven happened to you?" he asks, tone unsure, reaching out to usher her inside. He doesn't ask if there had been another fire, but it crosses his mind.

[katzenpfote]

[The End]

Caleb nears the center and watches the swirling lights, noting how they seem... almost familiar. Almost like the Astral Sea, but different, more compact.

He's getting a headache, but he doesn't mind. He's dealt with worse. He laughs as the voice proclaims its 'majesty'. "You sound like a child..."

But to business. He can't do much to help the citizens directly - he doesn't have the kind of strength needed to drag an unconscious body - but where he can he sends a firebolt into the sky. Hopefully the burst of fire will be enough to draw the attention of someone who can help.


[Clean Up]

Caleb takes a little time to wander as they settle people back in the city. He doesn't have much ability to help with... any of these things, but he does take a detour. With everyone so distracted, now is probably one of the best times to do some 'shopping'. After all, there's some nice clothes he saw that were more than his meager reserves of money here could afford.

It doesn't take too long before he's walking out of a shop with a solid brown coat and strong boots. The coat needs holsters but he can probably get that taken care of on the train - there's no time or money for a custom order. The clothes are hidden away in his bag while the shopkeepers are looking elsewhere, and he meanders his way back towards the train.


[Return]

Caleb tucks his new clothes away in his room before wandering the train. He lingers in the library briefly, but doesn't stay. He spends a little time in the garden watching the water flow through the pond and the little rivers before moving on.

He sets up a game of chess in the games carriage, quickly moving pieces around on both sides before staring at it for about a solid minute. He packs it up once he's satisfied with... whatever he was thinking about, and wanders through dining to grab whatever someone's set out. He's really not picky.

Later in the evening he can be found in the spa, a towel nearby. He's not wearing anything, and looks occasionally lost in thought, rubbing the light scars on his arms absent-mindedly.


[Wildcard]

[???]

The End

[wisdominshadows]

After a little while, a weary Zelda follows the little light show to one particular location.

"Hello? There isn't- ah," her eyes settle on the unconscious form, then turn to land on Caleb.

"How bad is this one? Do you know?"