middleofsomewhere | The Waking of Neran

"Good morning Voidtreckers and passengers. Today is day twenty one of the month of Orchestra. We will be arriving in System #78961112094711 later today and the dressing carriage is open for your use."

It is indeed, with thick winter coats, hats, scarves and gloves in all sizes. There are also some bags suitable for carrying food, for anyone who wants to add to the festival food with more food!

They have the morning to prepare before another announcement.

"Shortly arriving in System #78961112094711. The weather is extremely cold, voidtreckers and passengers should wrap up warm and wear their SCA's at all times. Arriving in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
The train shakes as they leave the void and they will see dark skies with glowing flecks of light falling down around them. It's only a glimpse before there is rock to both sides as they enter the landing area.

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... ARRIVAL TO OSIGA

THE VOIDTRECKER EXPRESS PULLS INTO AN OPEN HIGH-STACKED PARKING STATION, FILLED ALREADY BY A VARIETY OF VEHICLES. Darkness and the cold spills into where they pull in, lights and signs around to guide the Voidtreckers who exit the craft where they need to go, elevator and teleporting systems available to choose from.

For those turn their gaze to where the cold comes, they will see a view of the world: a landscape of mountains lit in burning bright blue. Like Christmas and city lights, they can be seen in the far distance, and the sky too glows with a shimmering, falling blue. It looks like a slow rain, while farther up, the twinkling of actual stars can be glimpsed.

This will be their view of the world for three Osiga days - 210 hours, give or take.

The lower floor widens into a train-like station, shuttles ready to take them into Osiga proper in short five minute rides. They just need to figure out they need to scan their SCAs at the turnstiles, which will beep with approval, and send a map to their SCA of the grotto.

With a handy dot to their hotel.

... THE IRUE GROTTO

HOTEL. THE EXTERIOR OF THE HOTEL IS STONY, A WALL OF UNEVEN ROCK WITH SLITS FOR WINDOWS CLIMBING UPWARD. It gives off a sparse, cold impression, but the interior is anything but. Inside the floors are smoother, a carpet in the middle of a lobby, and the walls are decorated with colourful paints and endless rugs and furs. There's seating, a roaring fire in one corner, and lighting set to a cosy mood.

There's stairs that can be taken, but also elevators. The bedrooms are much the same as the lobby, with paints and furs all around - the furs especially covering the beds, along with hand stitched quilts. In the centre is a fire pit, set with heatstones than wood or coal, and extras in a container by a wall with safety instructions of how to move them (with tongs and gloves).

Outside the rest of the grotto can be seen, a mish-mash of layers closer to a labyrinth. There's curtains for privacy, and also a screen to help blot out the sound.

FOOD & SIGHTS.

NOW, THE IRUE GROTTO CAN BE EXPLORED. The grotto is easy to get lost in, with stone stairs and archways doubling as bridges to lead to different levels, but always with something to see. Museums and art galleries fill most of the lower layers down, a few shops between of traditional trinkets and garments for those who come out interested in taking a piece of Osiga back with them. There are also day classes, with candle-making a big one on the first night.

Water runs through constructed streams, small but always in travel. They fall off into small waterfalls, eventually gathering into pools that always ensure drink is around. But there's also drinking spaces around, wall coves where servers mind the drinks, and people gather around on crouched seating. Privacy isn't a big deal in Osiga; visitors welcomed into conversation freely. The drinks favour the strong, spicy and sweet. Their traditional drinks are a fiery whisky and a sweet creamy milk drink flavoured by spices that taste very much like cinnamon and nutmeg. It is strongly alcoholic though there is a non alcoholic version as well. There are other drinks available of course from other planets but visitors are encouraged in a good natured way to try the good stuff.

And let's not forget the food. Most traditional Osigian dishes are spicy yet sweet, fatty, and largely meat. There are also food baskets all over, filled with wrapped snacks free for taking, or to add your own. Never let your neighbour go hungry. What will you find, dipping your hand in: a treat, or a mistake?

SORS PARKS, OPEN SKIES. THE FARTHER FROM THE HOTELS AND STATION VISITORS GO, THE MORE THE SKY BECOMES VISIBLE, AND WITH IT THE FALLING SNOW. Except this isn't snow, and those who venture out will figure this soon enough. There are sors parks up ahead, hard to miss for how they glow a brilliant blue, tall erratic sculptures shaped like an abstract mess. They're cold, even colder than the rest of the grotto, and near every entrance are wooden racks with coats and scarfs hanging from pegs, a bucket of heatstones to stick in pockets.

Keeping company is better than not. Anyone who goes in alone will find the chill uncomfortable to those who have someone else nearby, SCAs working stronger together. Paths somehow stay free from being covered in the icy mess, and every few yards are grit bins with small bags to put the contents in, instructions as to what to do.

And that's to throw them at the sculptures, into the air, and watch as the hardened ice disperses into a fizzle of lights. The sight is considered beautiful, and especially fun for kids and couples.

... ANAN & THE MINISTRY

It's maybe an hour or so after their arrival when a message comes through the comms on their SCA's.

boop beep boop beep / boop boop boop/ boop boop/ beep//
beep beep / boop beep//
beep beep beep boop/ boop boop boop/ beep beep/ boop beep beep / boop / beep boop beep/ beep/ boop beep boop beep/ boop beep boop/ beep/ beep boop beep/ beep beep beep//

"It didn't close the hack. I think your Voidtrecker Express likes me." Anan sounds almost triumphant. "Glad you all came. I'm at the drinking space next to the Irue Museam of Osigan Art."

For those that wish to go and meet her, they can.

... THE WAKING OF NERAN

NIGHT ONE: REMEMBERING. It's hard to tell when 'night' begins when the world is in darkness and there are more hours in the day then they are perhaps used to. But things begin to wind down a little, the art houses and museums close and the day activities are wrapped up.

People begin making their way to the main streets where the parade will go. Some people may have made candles throughout the day but there are also long candles for sale and 'fire' bearers carrying large torches to light the candles. The main lights are all turned off, plunging the streets into darkness lit only by the candles and the faint distant glow of sors.

The parade itself has large lit floats, literally floating above the ground, the lights are in intricate shapes. There are light dancers- people dressed completely in black to blend in to the night, with ribbons of light doing feats of acrobatics to music- instruments and volcaless voices weaving melodies.

After the parade passes by people move to the streams, where their floating candles that can be lit and sent on their way. There are designated areas for the tall candles to be placed- almost shrine like with areas to pray or think or sing- the helpful guides will assist anyone and are very open to the different ways people from various worlds and cultures may wish to remember their dead.

Afterwards people are encouraged to drink, eat, spend time with the living and swap stories of the dead. Dance and sing. It is upbeat, joyous and the tears are meant to be cathartic.

NIGHT TWO: PERSEVERING. After another day of activities- or resting and recovering from the excess of the night before the grotto again is ready in anticipation. The side of the grotto open to the sky is packed with people, ledges and railings packed with people. Even the buildings on this side of the grotto have opened their doors to allow people up on their roofs to watch the firework display.

Sparklers are sold, as are snacks and drinks and a voice comes through speakers throughout the space.

"NERAN! On this night you fight!" The crowd cheers. "Hear our dedication, return to us! For tonight is a night of COURAGE!"

The crowd cheers again and the fireworks begin. Loud and colourful, beautiful shapes, almost like dances in the sky. It's loud and it's busy but the atmosphere is great, throughout the night within the crowd there are marriage proposals, declarations of new jobs, decisions to travel the void. Bravery and courage abound- helped probably by the strong whisky that is flowing freely.

NIGHT THREE: UNITY. The festival continues, though it's a slightly later start on day three for many who are nursing hangovers, having a well earned sleep in preparation for the final night or just frantically trying to remember what declarations they had made the night before.

But the activities are still happening throughout the grotto- though the guides might advise any obvious voidtravellers that they may wish to nap before 'night' time, especially if they are not used to day/night cycles this long. The final night doesn't stop til sunrise after all and no one wants to miss the sun rising!

As the time comes for the party to start every square and every street is packed, music blares through speakers. Traditional Osigan music mixed with styles and music from other planets in the galexy. The traditional Osigan music has many layers, deep bass instruments that seem to make the ground itself rumble.

There is dancing, led by guides and locals. They are big circle dances, loud energetic and done in unity. There are callers who keep everyone in time and remind them of the steps but it is mostly an exercise in organised chaos.

But very fun organised chaos. There's extra chairs and benches set around for people who would rather watch or need a break from the endless swirl of dancers. There's plenty of water in large barrels for people to help themselves and other drinks are available to buy.

The party goes on for hours but eventually the music stops and there is an announcement that they have an hour left until sunrise. People begin moving out to find the best spots to watch. Up high on the cliffs people spread out rugs and blankets and settle, waiting.

The atmosphere is one of anticipation, people passing around drinks and snacks. Then there is a hush, a cry as for the first time in a month the first ray of light streaks across the sky.

Neran has awoken. The sun has returned once more.

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Vegeta turned to the greeting, taking a moment to place her face, then a nod back to her. Her name... may had evaded him for right now, and there's a good chance he will need it to be told to him again, however he recognizes her as one of the train members. "Hello." And then recalls the incident he had last actively interacted with her during. It wasn't a case of he having avoided her, just even in the limited space, he hadn't really ran across her enough for them to speak again.

"It has. I presume you're doing well." Not to fully bring back the worry and stress she had about her powers getting away from her, but she appeared happy so Vegeta can only guess there had been no more repeats of that panic in regards to her powers.

She could definitely understand that, since she hadn't seen much of him either despite the space on the train. They didn't have much of a reason to really seek each other out, so it's not surprising they hadn't really spoken.

"Yeah, I'm doing all right," she replied. She wasn't even thinking about that time when he had helped her, and the only problem with her powers lately had been when losing them, but that wasn't something she would bring up right now. "Besides it being really cold, anyway. But how about you?" She gestured to his meal. "I'm guessing the food is pretty good?"

"Good." While Vegeta's generally not much of a team member, or he likes to think he isn't at least, they were all stuck here together and conflicts on the train didn't help their situation at all. Not saying some on the train don't deserve to get what's coming to them... but she doesn't strike him as the type.

Vegeta then shrugs off the mention of the cold. Yeah, it's not as comfortable as it could be, but it could be far worst. The topic of food was pretty much the same reaction, though she did actual ask a question so he would be polite enough to answer. "It's fine. A better calorie intake than most of the other stops we've had." High in calories to keep him going as he burnt through them fast, but without being 'junk food'. "I don't assume it's to everyone's taste." Vegeta's heard a range of food talk when Red Team was on cooking duty, or he was just passing through for his daily meals.

Kitty nods a little. "Yeah. It's definitely not for me, anyway. Though I bet the calories would help fight off the cold."

Not for the first time, Kitty considers easing up a little on her vegetarian diet. She doesn't really miss it, to be honest, but every once in a while she'll have the thought of trying it again. But on the other hand she's stubborn, and a little cold doesn't seem like a good enough reason to go back on her decision.

"Is it a dieting thing?" Sorry Kitty, Vegeta isn't big on tact. In saying that, this knowledge is coming from his wife, who's rather conscious on her appearance. And also the fact he would consider most humans don't eat a lot, but that was by Saiyan standards. However, he's seen that human women seem to have a thing about dieting from his time on Earth, even if he doesn't understand it.

Then a thought, he had just assumed she was human due to the amount of them here, though she did have powers. Hm. "Are you even human?" There were strange Earthling back home too; multiple eyes, a range of powers, animal people. None of it was weird to an alien who was used to being around a range of other aliens, but so far the Earthlings on this train seemed pretty... standard for the most, at least in appearances.

In any other situation, Kitty might have been a little offended, both for the dieting comment and the question about her being human. But she's long since accepted that things are different in other worlds, so these questions no longer really surprised her.

"Technically," she answered. She knew some people, both regular and Mutant alike, would argue with that, but that was still the truth. "In my world, humans that are born with the gene that gives them special abilities are called Mutants. "And the whole 'not eating meat' thing is also kind of dieting, though it's less about my appearance and more about health."

Although she'd be lying if she said that keeping her figure wasn't a factor in it as well.

"Ah," Vegeta answers briefly as he chewed on a new bite. "I thought it might be a case like some alien races that are limited to what they can eat, like Namekians only able to consume water." Or Saiyans pretty much able to digest any kind of food. Or that Vegeta's come across so far. When you're hungry enough you'll try anything.

"Nothing like that. Although some people do have food allergies?" Though she has a feeling that's not quite what he means. "But generally people can eat whatever. A lot of it has to do with personal preference. Though I am surprised that we haven't run into any kind of food problems on the worlds we've been on."

Sci-fi novels and movies often talked about there could be certain things that wouldn't be safe for human consumption, but that's never seemed to be an issue in the places that they've traveled to.

"Food allergies?" Vegeta hadn't even considered that a thing, let alone an issue. He... supposes it makes sense? It does seem strange to be allergic to food from your own world though, as it would makes sense for alien food to be an issue. "That's a thing?"

"As am I, unless the train is specifically picking locations to make sure that isn't an issue, or the SCAs protect us from issues with food as well as atmosphere and other issues with alien locations." Such as disease or illness from being around unknown pathogens. Now those were scary.

Kitty nods. "Yeah. Food allergies can range from getting a rash to not being able to breathe when you eat the foods you're allergic to. It really depends on the person and how severe the allergy is."

She considers what he says, before nodding a little. "I guess that makes sense. Like how the SCAs also help us in environments that we might not be able to breathe as well in."

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