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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 23, 2009 18:00:00 GMT -5
"Setting off, huh?" Yoshimitsu asked no one in particular, watching as the train pulled out of the station. He watched as Zebedee took Thyra and apparently flew after the train. With a smooth movement he removed his tie and stowed it in his jacket pocket, grabbing his suitcase as he did. He allowed the train a thirty second head start before tearing off after it, moving far too quickly for a human. Within seconds, he was jogging comfortably beside the train and looking for a fair sized open window or hatch he could pass through.
"I should have guessed it wouldn't be that easy," he muttered, grinning slightly as he shot into the air. With more grace than seemed possible, he landed on the roof of one of the carriages, looking for a hatch. After finding one and breaking the lock, he dropped his suitcase through the hole and quickly followed it.
OOC- Blahh.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 24, 2009 20:03:40 GMT -5
Nico, who was still gazing through the glass at the buildings that passed by as they left the city, noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He looked as far as he could off toward the back of the train, but didn't see anything unusual. He was about to put the matter out of his mind when whatever it was flickered again into his peripheral vision. He unlatched the window and pulled it open.
"Good thinking," Massimo commented. "Little breeze in here would be nice."
Nico bent forward to poke his head out the window, and the wind promptly threw his curly hair back. Now he had a much better view of the full length of the train. He held his gaze patiently. After another moment, the thing veered back into sight. It was, in fact, a long-haired man flying at a low altitude above the railroad tracks after the train, followed by a black woman in a dress.
"Look," he said, and withdrew so Massimo and Cesare could peer out.
"Jesus!" Cesare grabbed the windowpane with one hand as if he were afraid of falling out. "Shit! Are you kiddin' me? What the hell are they?"
"Think they're called 'Powers', Cesare," said Massimo, settling back into his seat, "and I'm pretty sure there's a handful of them around these parts. Of course, you can't be implying that you don't remember when--?"
"Fuck, I didn't know they could fly though!" Cesare pulled the window shut tightly. Now it was as if he were afraid the two Powers were about to swoop in. His large fingers fumbled with the latch.
"Calm down for God's sake," Massimo said idly.
"Are you serious? You know the kind of shit these people are always stirring up. You tellin' me you're gonna be surprised when those two try to blow up the train?"
"Cesare. Did you catch something? They were both wearing glasses." Massimo pulled a book out of his bag and flipped it open as he went on. "Now, do people with glasses blow up trains? Cesare, I submit to you that they do not. I submit that people with glasses take their dates home, chop them up and stuff them in the freezer, but they do not blow up trains. Exhibit A," he finished, gesturing to Nico with his bookmark.
"Open that window back up for me, will you," he added. "I liked the breeze."
Cesare slid back from the window and out of Nico's way as the youngest brother unfastened the latch again and pushed the window back open. For good measure, he took another glance out toward the caboose, but he couldn't see the two flying figures any more.
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Post by Cendra on Nov 24, 2009 23:31:14 GMT -5
Telrien boarded the train while Orville Giguere followed behind, introduced himself to their new acquaintance. Once she got her bearings in the new surroundings she headed down the hall of rooms looking left and right for the correct number. Occasionally there would be an open door and she would glance in it out of curiosity.
“I was beginning to think you might not make it, Orville, but you got here just in time!” Telrien said, then leaned in closer to Aquara.
“Don't be afraid to interrupt him. If you don't, he could go on like that for at least half an hour. ” She whispered to her and came to a halt in front of her door.
“Well, this is my stop.” Telrien entered the room. Seeing no one else was there, plopped down on one of the beds with a sigh and set down her bag on the floor.
“Time to unpack!”
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Post by SV on Nov 25, 2009 17:18:05 GMT -5
Their walk was filled with the typical idle chatter that making a new acquaintance brings with it. The businessman named Sarosin had graciously offered to help Mahlon with her luggage and the two now made their way slowly through the cramped corridors of the sleeping cars. Sarosin carried the larger part of their combined belongings in a manner that appeared to Mahlon to be supremely unwieldy, but the man didn't appear to be struggling with the burden at all. She found this a little odd. Businessmen weren't generally known for their physical prowess. She bit her lip and, in the spirit of good small-talk, asked Sarosin what brought him here.
"Business," he said simply, after a slight hesitation. He cleared his throat. "Business as usual. Mixing, mingling, you know. Things of that nature -- sorry, miss."
The cabin door they had just tried opened into a room where a slender woman in a hoodie appeared to be napping. Sarosin closed the door quickly and turned to his red-headed affiliate. "I thought this was it," he said in apologetic tones. "What was your room number again?"
Mahlon flashed him her ticket, and the pair found her room at the other end of the car. Sarosin unloaded her luggage and stacked it neatly against a wall.
"Guess that's all, then," he said, flashing her an amiable smile. He reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a slip of paper, which he extended to her with two fingers. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know. Be seeing you."
The door closed behind him with a click. Mahlon unfolded the slip of paper. There was a room number scribbled on it. She looked at it, then at the door. "What a nice..." She trailed off, her brow furled in thought. Later, she would revisit his pause after she asked him how he'd found himself on this train. For now, though, she had unpacking and relaxing to do.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 28, 2009 12:54:13 GMT -5
As soon as she heard someone walk into "her" room, Rie phased into the bed. The intruders must not have stayed long, because she heard the door close soon after. Also, a normal person who stayed a while would have probably yelled in surprise at the girl melting into the bed. Unless that person was expecting her.
Rie lowered her head and peaked out from under the bed. Slowly, she phased all the way down, then quietly pulled off her heels, holding them so that she could stab someone. Her stilettos were slightly customized; Rie had replaced the normal heel with an actual metal spike then painted it black.
After a few minutes of waiting, Rie rolled out from under the bed and popped up. She looked around, then decided it was best not to wait around when the original tenant could come in again. She still didn't feel like hiding a body. The girl put her shoes back on, stepped outside, and began her quest for the bar.
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"Oh, I guess this is nice..." Masquerade said disdainfully as she stood in the entrance of her coach compartment.
"I was expecting a bit... more, though. It was advertised as a luxury train, right?" Masquerade said to a passing woman in a brown hoodie.
Rie simply gave the masked woman the stink eye while grunting and pushing past.
Masquerade tilted her head disdainfully. "You always were so cold, Rie."
The girl froze for a moment before pushing herself through the outside wall. A moment later, she phased back in behind Masquerade, pulled the woman into a tight grip, and pressed her shoe against her neck.
"Do I know you?"
Masquerade smiled nonchalantly. "Yes, we worked together once."
Casually, the woman lifted her arm to her mask and shifted it aside. Her actual face had an expression just as blank as her mask's, and her eyes seemed to stare off at something distant. "Julia Romanesco, Saeptum Foundation. Now if you'll let me go, I'd like to see what I can do about getting myself some first class accommodations."
Rie released Julia from her grip, shrugged, then put her shoes back on before continuing her quest. Julia adjusted her mask back onto her face, checked her hair, then headed in the opposite direction.
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"I'm sorry... ma'am, but I can't let you into first class if you didn't pay for the upgrade," an official looking man said. Behind him was the door to the single first class train car, and another car with all the other first class amenities like an open bar, a free buffet, and a jacuzzi.
"Oh," Masquerade said nonchalantly. "Very well then." She raised her hand as if to shake the guard's hand. "I should go."
Masquerade took the man's hand firmly but immediately her hand went limp, as if she were pulling away immediately, except for slight pressure from her thumb. She smiled and blinked slowly while the man looked slightly confused, and she then tapped the man's hand with her index then middle finger. The pattern continued once, when she suddenly broke it in the middle. She brought her left hand up to push the man's hand slightly upward then completely released with her right.
The man stood there, hand still outstretched, as if unsure of what was real. He looked at the masked woman, who in turn looked down at the hand as if expecting something. The man looked at his hand as well. "You have such interesting lines on your palm." Masquerade gently turned the man's palm up and started tracing the lines. The man seemed completely entranced by this, and his head even moved along with Masquerades' fingers. He giggled a little.
"Now you are in a shallow state of hypnosis. I'll be on my way." Masquerade smiled then went through the door behind the disabled man, dragging her luggage behind her.
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Post by Lady Kara on Dec 1, 2009 1:05:02 GMT -5
Nagisa was a bit startled by the woman who'd appeared behind her, and briefly wondered what had driven her to wear such a bizarre hat on her head. Lowering her ears like an annoyed cat upon being startled, only to have them resume their normal position when she realized there was nothing to fear, she nervously spoke to the woman.
"Um, I'm fine...nothing wrong. Just a bit flustered from having to run to hop on board the train. Though I unfortunately don't have a clue as to where my personal compartment is located on this train. I mean, I know what number it is, but... my head's all in a tizzy. It's been quite a whirlwind for me of recent - I only was informed as of 2 days ago that I'd won some contest and earned a chance to ride this train for the entire duration of it's journey. Luxury accomodations, free food & drink from the dining car, etc. Being that I'm not one to socialize with elite sorts and the like, to ride on a grand vehicle like this is utterly fantastic. Oh, sorry, forgive me - I should introduce myself. My name is Nagisa Ethra'fel Davarrin. And whom, I humbly ask, are you, dear madam?"
As she smiled at the top hat-wearing woman, the phoenix-shaped gold pendant (with a ruby as its core) that adorned the base of Nagisa's neck seemed to gleam brightly as if it were alive.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Dec 5, 2009 16:01:28 GMT -5
all the other first class amenities like an open bar, a free buffet, and a jacuzzi. OOC: Subtle.Massimo made it through a couple pages of the book before setting it down. "Ahh, I'm too antsy," he said out loud. "I want to see the rest of the cars. Get a sense of the social hotspots, maybe even meet some Powers looking to bring down a little jihad on this train. Who's coming with me?" "'S not funny," said Cesare, but he stood up along with the oldest Giarrettiera, cutting a much more impressive upright figure than Massimo. "Nico?" But Nico waved a hand silently, still looking out the window. "Suit yourself." Massimo slid open the door and let it remain ajar after Cesare had ducked through. The middle Giarrettiera brother had to stoop slightly for comfort under the low ceiling in the corridor. "Need to use the crapper," he said. Massimo chuckled up at him. "There's poetry in your soul, little brother. I believe there was a crapper back the way we came in." He set off further down the train, to where he suspected the public gathering places would be found, leaving Cesare to tramp back up through the first-class car in search of a restroom. Gonna make him claustrophobic, Cesare thought, this fuckin' train. Packed in here for days on end like sardines. Be at each other's throats long before they rolled back into the station. And all the while with those Powers somewhere on board, probably plotting to take the King Thomas straight to the bottom of the ocean. It -- "Be seeing you." A man in a khaki trench stepped out of one of the cabins, closed the door behind him, and promptly walked straight into Cesare's advancing form. The Giarrettiera glared down at him. "Hey, easy, buddy!"
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Post by ch00beh on Dec 8, 2009 22:24:57 GMT -5
"I thought there was a free buffet," Rie said. "Sorry, ma'am, the buffet is in the first class cars," the man behind a polished wooden counter said. "Though if you'll have a seat upstairs, I do cook up a mean burger." He smiled. Rie simply gave him a blank stare and walked off. Out of curiosity, though, she decided to ascend the spiral staircase to the second floor of the train car. The girl made her way up the fairly cramped passage, though despite the discomfort, it quickly opened up to a room with white linen tables pushing up against both walls. Despite the furniture, the room still seemed capacious. Rie glanced to either side uncomfortably. Something was afoot... This room seemed bigger inside than outside. Magic? "Ma'am?" Rie jumped to the side, pressing her side to the high back of a nearby chair while trying to locate the source of the voice. She relaxed slightly when she saw it was a slightly amused looking bartender. "Will you be having anything to drink?" Rie relaxed even more, even venturing to approach the bar. "What do you have?" "Well, what do you want?" "Vodka and redbull." "That'll be $8," the man said as he turned to get the requisite ingredients. "That's extortion." Rie didn't bother to stick around before phasing through the outside wall while the man's back was still turned. The ghost found herself over the tops of the other train cars. She lightly stepped out and began casually walking toward the first class portion. A few meters out, she turned around to check the dimensions of the car she had just come from. It did seem to bulge out a little. But maybe not enough. Rie gave it a death glare before turning around again and continuing her trek, her shoes making a light clicking sound with every step. OOC: AND SUDDENLY! The train blew up, killing everyone inside because of the lack-of-activity bombs secretly placed in all the cars. And these deaths are totally canon, thus ruining EVERYTHING FOREVER! OOC: I KNEW keeping Terrian out of this topic was the right thing to do!
*waits for Choobs to write "And while Terrian was out mowing the lawn, one of the fragments of the train flew down and bashed his brains in!"*
Seriously though, I'm waitin' on SV specifically. OOC: MEANWHILE! Rie's ghost appeared behind Terrian and stole his soul. Then she ate it, leaving Terrian's body a lifeless husk. Despite being a lifeless husk, Terrian's body teleported to Charles Tanner and ate his brain. Rhometer and HP happened to be watching, and the former went sane and the latter insane at such a sight, and the sudden oscillations of sanity caused them to implode into each other. And then anvils fell on Bulbs' characters. SUPER ANVILS THAT KILL AUTOMAGICALLY ON CONTACT. And Q's characters, too, just for good measure.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 29, 2009 1:57:49 GMT -5
“Ms. Wallen, Ms. Oceanara, I do believe that I have some business to attend to.” Orville turned away from the ladies, a demure smile on his lips. He pushed through the doorway, stepping onto another car. He made his way through the sleeper cars, trying to head towards where he had last seen somebody important. He came upon one, with a sweet scent in the air. The people here seemed clustered around something in the center of the car, milling about and trying to force their way to the center. An exuberant voice carried over the general hubbub. “Of course, most petit fours are only an inch by an inch! That’s just a little bite for most people. So of course, I figured, that’s just not enough to really go and enjoy the cake! So I doubled it, making it a full two inches by two inches. Now, it’s like a good three bites. It gives a much more rounded tasting experience, allowing one to experience the initial flavors, the-“ The speaker, a girl in a ponytail with a bright orange toque upon her head, paused as Orville shouldered past her. “Excuse me, Miss Schwartzwald,” Giguere gave her two solid pats on the back, and then continued along his way. “Wait- One moment everybody, I’ll be right back!” Emily set down her frosting bag, carefully bracing it against a bag of powdered sugar. She grabbed Orville by his shoulder, her shocking pink double-breasted jacket rustling about her. “Do I know you, Mister?” “Orville Giguere. A man of taste and style. Naturally, I think that alone would be enough to explain my familiarity with you, Emily. I’ve actually had pans of your carob brownies flown in to Salt Lake from your bakery-“ He paused, a distant look in his eyes, “When the craving struck, of course.” “Ohhh, okay. That’s how I know you, then…” Emily started to walk back to the table where she had been assembling samples for all of the diners, “I’ll make you another pan later! Just stop by when I’m not so busy!” “With pleasure!” Orville gave one last cordial nod, and then left the car. -------- Helen returned the smile. “It did seem a bit… unprofessional, the haste with which they left. I mean, I’m used to dealing with uppity prima donnas and other such people that seem to think their time is worth everything in the world, so I can understand the need to not linger around, waiting for everybody. But they… Well, they just burnt rubber- Errr, rail on their way out of there. I know that a few people almost fell off the platform when it took off like that.” Helen put a finger to her lips. “Maybe I’ll talk with the conductor, later. I’m one of our big acts, so I doubt he’ll be willing to punish me for bringing the issue up.” “Just stick with me, I guess. I’ve got a show in a little while, but afterwards, I’m free until tomorrow. They scheduled me really lightly for the first few days, so my act doesn’t get stale.” Helen paused. “Oh, my bad! I’m used to most people knowing me right from the start, since I get quite a bit of publicity from my ads and performances. My name is Helen Mercury, and as I’m sure you’ve guessed, I’m a stage magician.” OOC: Nice detail with the ear movement. Cute! ------- Orville finished his trekking through the cars, happening upon the figure he had been hoping to encounter. A well muscled young man with several sheathed blades on his person, and a shock of bright red hair. “Hello, sir. Excellent taste in weaponry, may I note. I must say that I’m not very familiar with the craftsmanship, but an eye for art is always an eye for art,” Orville extended a hand in greeting. “My name is Orville Giguere, and, judging by what I managed to overhear on the boarding platform, it seems we may have an enemy in common.” Orville let his words hang in the air, his eyes ablaze. "And what's more, that devious bastard is on the train this very minute." ““Maybe I’ll talk with the conductor, later. I’m one of our big acts, so I doubt he’ll be willing to punish me for bringing the issue up.” LITTLE DID HELEN KNOW-
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Post by Ninety on Dec 29, 2009 6:26:49 GMT -5
OOC: I don’t know if Choobs had plans for the bartender or not but since I don’t have any established characters I thought I’d start off with something rather mundane for my first RP post.
BIC: The bartender came up from beneath the polished mahogany bar with a fifth of Ketel One and a chilled can of Red Bull for the young woman but she was no longer in the room. He set the drinks down and leaned across the counter to make sure she wasn’t hiding out of sight then righted himself once more.
“There’s no way she could have left without me hearing those stilettos on this hardwood. F*ck man, I think I’m seeing things. I bet Scott cut my pot with salvia again, that little sleaze.”
As he put the lady’s drinks back under the bar Kyle noticed a metallic clicking sound coming from outside the car breaking through the muted rumblings that he had just managed to tune out before this beautiful young hallucination shook his concentration. He strained to place their familiarity and came up with footsteps, presumably belonging to a serviceman checking the exterior of the train. A serviceman who traded in his union-issued boots for a nice sexy pair of stiletto high-heels.
Kyle pulled a pack of Camels from inside his dinner jacket, a Zippo from his trousers, and a single malt scotch from under the bar. He lit the cigarette with one hand as he poured himself a double with the other. He snapped the lighter shut with a ring that echoed in the decadence, took the cigarette from his mouth, threw back the tumbler of Glenlivit all at once and swallowed. He exhaled the smoke from his lungs and poured himself another glass that he sipped.
OOC: Bio to come soon.
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Post by Cendra on Jan 1, 2010 22:25:18 GMT -5
OOC: Wow...This might be my longest post so far... I actually couldn't STOP thinking of things to say this time. Maybe I'm just in a babbling mood! Beware! BIC: Telrien heaved a sigh as she finished unpacking. “How I fit all of that in my one bag, I, will never, know... I didn't used to have this much stuff.” She eyed the bag in question. “Maybe if I get Orville to sit on it when I'm packing it back up...” She jumped a little as a banging noise was heard somewhere down the hall. Walking over to the door, she opened it and peeked her head out to see what the racket was. Finding nothing there, she shrugged and was about to go back into the room when the bang was heard again, but more forceful this time. “Sounds like the neighbors are smiths or something.” She said under her breath as knocked on their door. Moments later there was a tall, young man standing in front of her. He was well dressed, though, his hair looked a bit odd, as if he had been wearing a hat and took it off only moments ago. “Can I help you with something, Miss?” He asked politely. Telrien smiled up at the man. “Uh, nothing in particular.” She said as her eyes flickered to the room behind him and then back to his face. “I just heard a banging sound and traced it to you're room. Is something wrong or have you just had a hard day?” The young man laughed. “Well, I suppose you could say I wasn't having much of a hard day until a certain safe decided to give me trouble.” Telrien blinked. “A safe?” She asked stupidly. “Mmm. Each room had one I thought.” He smiled at her and gestured for her so enter the room so he could show her the culprit. “Huh,” She said as she bent down, yet bing mindful of her short dress, to examine the small box. “It looks kinda...bent.” The man rubbed the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish look. “Yeah...I'm not sure if I did that or if I just made it worse. Hey, you said your room doesn't have a safe? If you can get this one fixed, it's all yours. I'm sure there are safer places to put my stuff and I really don't feel like fiddling with it anymore. That and, well, it'd be nice to see you again during this little train ride...” “We are right next to each other. I'm sure it would be harder not to see you again. Using the safe would be great. Thanks for the offer!” She tried to keep out most of the enthusiasm from her voice. True, it wasn't a very secure safe and true, this guy might eventually be a problem, but the gears in her mind were already turning. It was too late so slow them down. “I guess I'll just go and see if there's someone on the train that could help me.” She said as she stepped back into the hall. “Thanks again.” The man nodded his head to her and watched her back as she left.
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Post by SV on Jan 2, 2010 1:28:45 GMT -5
The door to Ms. Moore's room shut behind him with a click. Sarosin turned and felt himself collide with something very solid.
"Hey, easy, buddy!" said the obstruction. Sarosin looked up (something he was fairly unused to doing) into the face of what struck him immediately as an Italian bouncer who, though comparatively pleasant at the moment, could become very, very unpleasant when necessary.
Sarosin took the moment of confusion to pocket the man's wallet anyway.
"'Scuse me, 'scuse me, sir, very sorry," he babbled in typical apologetic style, smiling a winsome and hopefully diffusing smile. He stole a quick glance at the room number and made a mental note of it -- he would be back later -- and, patting the larger gentleman on the arm gingerly, made to step around him and hurry down the corridor.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jan 2, 2010 12:34:49 GMT -5
OOC: Post later, but for the sake of my sanity, I decided to pull a Clicker and take a census of who's where on the train as of their last posts. In rough order from the back of the train to the front:
- Zebedee and Thyra are flying behind the train. - Prime and Eragon were last seen in the caboose, and since Orville just found Prime, he must be in or near the caboose as well. - Natalie is moving forward from the caboose. - Emily is at the buffet. - Telrien is moving from her cabin in an unspecified direction; she left her unknown neighbor outside her cabin. - Aquara was last seen boarding the train with Giguere and Telrien; it’s unclear where she is now, but she’s presumably somewhere in the passenger cars. - Mahlon is in her cabin. The door is closed. Cesare is outside, having just bumped into Sarosin leaving her cabin. Sarosin is moving away in an unspecified direction. - Nico is in the Giarrettieras’ cabin. The door is ajar. - Massimo is moving from the Giarrettieras’ cabin toward the amenities. - Nagisa and Helen are in a corridor in one of the passenger cars. - Masquerade is moving away from the amenities in search of her cabin. - Rie is atop the train, moving back toward the passenger cars. - Kyle is tending the bar. - Yoshimitsu was last seen entering the train through a hatch; he could be anywhere on the train just now.
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Post by ch00beh on Jan 2, 2010 13:04:09 GMT -5
OOC: Masquerade is up at the front, having broken into the First Class cars. Rie is atop the train, also moving towards First Class, so she can get to the buffet. I think we're all thinking different things, so someone might have to draw this train out. Rough order in my mind is
Engine -> Staff cars -> First Class amenity cars -> first class buffet cars -> first class sleepers -> coach amenities -> coach diner -> coach sleepers -> caboose
Seeing as the train is probably magical, it's probably really quiet, so the small buffer of staff cars is still enough to keep the first class cars quiet. Also, everyone feel free to add cars as you see fit for your plot purposes.
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Post by SV on Jan 2, 2010 16:48:53 GMT -5
OOC: Sarosin's attempting to leave in the direction of the bar in the buffet cars.
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Post by Ninety on Jan 2, 2010 23:51:34 GMT -5
OOC: So is the bar Sarosin is going to different from Kyle's bar? That post you made earlier but edited out seemed to be an invite for Kyle's character but I got the impression that it was at a bar downstairs instead of the bar upstairs in Choob's mystery room.
CHOOBEH: PHOTOSHOP 'DIS TRAIN.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jan 4, 2010 0:43:18 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, y'all need to diagram this mammajamma.
The door slid shut behind Massimo, and a strong breeze immediately whipped past him; he was standing outside the first class sleeper car. Here on the coupling between this and the next car, the air was salty. Off to the west, they'd drawn near the coast. The ocean sprawled beyond. Before the sun had set the King Thomas would be crossing over water, and Massimo was still damned if he had the faintest idea how they'd do it.
He rested his elbows on the railing for a moment to take it in. After consideration, he drew out his cigarette case and lit up. The waft from the cig drifted idly underneath the far more productive plume from the train overhead.
Massimo stretched before taking another puff. Christ, he'd needed this. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten away from business in Winstone for so much as a week. He hoped the gentlemen back home wouldn't run into any trouble while he and his brothers were on vacation. So far, at least, there hadn't been any urgently whispered phone calls from untraceable booths. Although apparently Cesare had gotten a text from Ferdinando giving him hell for missing the big game. Cesare's circle of friends did take sports seriously if not much else.
Massimo flicked the cigarette off into the breeze, crossed over onto the other car, and slid open the door. "I’ve got a show in a little while, but afterwards, I’m free until..."
Why, it was the magician, or one of them, rather. Helen Mercury, that was right. She was talking to another woman with odd, elongated ears. Massimo hung back until Helen had finished introducing herself, then stepped forward as if seeing them for the first time.
"Helen Mercury! This is incredible. Do you -- Do you know who this woman is? She's the greatest magician of our time! I remember seeing her in... All right, all right. Acting doesn't really run in my family's veins, Ms. Mercury, I think you can tell that by now. So you're performing on board after all, is that right? I don't suppose either of us would fit in the box to get sawed in half..." Massimo nodded up at the taller woman with the ears. Neither one of them was precisely on Ms. Mercury's eye level.
OOC: The great thing about having planned Ishkabibble so thoroughly is that I can drop in an innocuous name like "Ferdinando" and you'll think I was just coming up with a filler character on the spur of the moment. In fact, I already did that once before on the first page of this topic.
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Post by The Evil Biscuit on Jan 7, 2010 13:39:20 GMT -5
OOC: I see you've covered every car on the train except the most important. Allow me.
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The King Thomas slipped away from the platform with liquid ease, silently gliding on polished track. Sunlight glimmered off her golden rails and rods, illuminating the deep red and black of the engine's newly-christened paint. The project's commission had taken its cues from the long-dead British engineers, giving the modern magnetic-conduction train a classic steam-powered look; the powerful main cylinder belting cosmetic white steam from her fabricated boiler, resting heavily on massive cast-iron drivers, slowly cycling clockwise, urging the great machine forward. Once they hit the ocean rails the wheels would be drawn up and the EM shoes would carry the Thomas the rest of the way. It was a nod to the great locomotives of old, an acknowledgement of the progress that allowed the King Thomas to exist for the journey ahead.
Suddenly, the engine faltered, hiccuping and lurching as it slipped a gear. A rippled traveled the length of the train, trembling every car in succession until it dissipated in the caboose. In the engineer's cab, sounds of a scuffle could be heard.
'Whoa, bud. Keep that throttle down. There's no 'pedal to the metal' with these monsters!' The engineer jumped in the captain's chair, rousting his partner away from the controls, and began applying the brakes with one hand while teasing the throttle with the other. Another rumble shook the train. The engine squealed and shot forward.
'You hear that? We came off too hard at the front, and now the whole train is bouncing. Push-pull dynamic; they taught you that in motor school. We pulled, and now the train is pushing. Gotta even things out.'
Another tremor was coming - they could hear the clatter of train cars shimmying as the wave raced from the caboose on up. The engineer listened intently, waiting for the right moment. The shaking found its way to the staff cars, and he pushed the throttle forward. The engine whined in protest, but eased forward. The tremble filled the cab with a raucous noise. Then it was gone. The engine spooled back down and the train slid back into a natural rhythm.
The engineer, an older man by the name of Wallace Creed, eased back in the chair and turned to his partner, a recruit whose name he'd regarded as irrelevant - Bill or Burt or something. Creed gave him a cold stare.
'How long have you been driving trains, again?'
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Post by Cendra on Jan 7, 2010 14:26:55 GMT -5
OOC: So yeah... I didn't know where exactly to put this so it's just going to go here because this is the biggest RP I'm in. I just started a really time consuming schooling program (aka: What was I thinking?!?!) and it's allot more intense than I thought it would be. So, that being said if anyone interacts with Telrien I will do my best to get a post up asap, but I might not see it for a day or two because I'm not on the computer much anymore. I would say the weekend would be the time I would post. probably nothing during the week until I can get into the gist of things (or things get easier...Myology is HARD... at least at first. ). And that's all for my little announcement. sorry for posting it here if it wasn't the right place. If you need me just PM me.
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Clicker
Joyeuse Insurgency
Trunk Monkey Thief Retriever
They're more fun airborne.
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Post by Clicker on Jan 8, 2010 8:33:09 GMT -5
Emily rubbed her eyes. She wasn't tired, bored yes, tired no. She stopped for a moment and glanced around. Then slowly set down her icing bag and began sidestepping to the door. She was supposed to stay at the buffet the whole time and was getting paid a fair amount. "How could they expect me to stay there the who-o-o-o-le time" she justified under her breath. Once out of the cart she inhaled a deeply, savoring the feeling of freedom. Once in the next cart she noticed a lady in a bright green dress. Without hesitation she let out a loud scream then rushed the lady "Nat! Nat! Nat!" She yelled rushing to embrace her friend. "How are you? I haven't seen you for a while. Why do you look so sad?" She said badgering Natalie with questions. Emily smiled, anticipation building inside her. Every time she hung out with Nat something exciting was bound to happen.
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Post by ch00beh on Jan 8, 2010 14:06:25 GMT -5
OOC: As i'm about to make clear, this train is powered by a) Rule of Cool and b) Rule of Funny. Questions need not apply.
If anyone needs a new car, tell me and I'll retcon it in.
BIC: Despite all the shaking and rumbling, Nick stood triumphantly behind both Creed and the younger man. He had been monitoring everything, and nothing had gone wrong. Yet.
As a state of the art technology, and a somewhat prototype one at that, there were far more displays, dials, and flashing lights than a normal train. Having one of the senior engineers as a somewhat insane man, there were even more displays, dials, and flashing lights than necessary. Nick still made sure to look at all of them.
"You kids have it. I'm going to check the other cars before we hit the ocean."
Before anyone could agree or disagree, Nick opened the side window and jumped out.
He had a firm grasp on the bottom of the window still. With a strong heave, he pushed himself up, propelling himself onto the roof of the engine. He could have transmuted a ladder on the side of the train, but he was not going to modify his precious baby unless it was absolutely necessary.
He ran to roof of the first staff car. Seeing as he still didn't want to touch his train, he decided to just use his coat as material. He took it off and immediately a silver substance started running out of his fingers, slowly enveloping the article of clothing. Nick waited a few minutes as his nanites broke down the coat, reshaped it, and turned it into good length of rope.
The man quickly tied the rope to an exhaust pipe and his waist, and proceeded to drop down such that his head was a few inches from the tracks. Perfect height to check the mechanisms around the wheels for any problems. Anyone else would have observed the rolling green landscape, taking in how the fields rushed and blurred by while the mountains and clouds behind moved like turtles behind. Nick was more fascinated by his own machine.
He repeated this course of action to check all the sets of wheels on that particular car before moving on to the next staff car. Same check there, and same proceedure with the third. The fourth car housed the kitchen. Still required the same check of hanging upside down, but he also dropped down between the cars and used a key to open a panel by the door. Inside were more pipes, dials, and switches. It all looked in order.
The double decker first class buffet car was next. The second floor mechanisms was not his doing, but they seemed to be working fine. From the second floor extended balconies. These would retract when the train needed to go somewhere more confined, like a station. Currently, there were a couple ritzy dressed patrons sitting outside, watching the sights. A few noticed Nick. The man merely waved and smiled at them before proceeding as normal.
Next was the spa car. There was a jacuzzi on the roof. Apparently it was rude to do checks with people in the pool. Nick found that out the hard way, so he decided to just skip over the car.
Two common area cars needed checking next. From the building phase and the schematic, Nick remember that they were just cars full of chairs. Big, comfortable chairs.
Several of the first class cabins after. There was a small handful. The only thing interesting he found when checking the wheels was a young woman in a black dress and a brown hoodie walking along the car roofs too. She was pretty rude in that she didn't bother returning his cheerful hello.
Past those cars was the second class diner. Since there was no buffet here, no one saw any need to install a full kitchen. Instead there were a few stoves and ovens and whatnot inside the diner itself.
Second class a few common area cars as well. Not as comfortable chairs as first class. Nick had done extensive resting testing on that.
Sleeper cars and caboose last, of course. After the final check, Nick stood atop the caboose. Strange. Were there people flying?
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jan 8, 2010 14:08:21 GMT -5
OOC- I'm making a wild assumption that Kyle is running a non-first-class bar, and the first-class bar bar is currently open game? Correct me if I'm wrong and I'll correct my post accordingly. Also, where does this fit in with the general continuity? Because if it's post-Crystal Part 2, I have an excuse for interaction with Sarosin I do believe.
Having successfully found his room on the train, abandoned his suitcase on the bed and changed into a much more casual t-shirt-and-jeans outfit, Yoshimitsu finally started to explore the train. Despite the promises of an 'around-the-world' trip, he found nothing to suggest that the train could pass over, under or through the sea or sky. In fact it seemed to be a fairly normal train, if slightly quieter than most. Flashing his ticket to a random inspector, he made his way to the first class area of the train.
"Oh, 'sup Death," Yoshimitsu greeted the cloaked bar tender, slapping a note on to the counter. "I'll have whatever beer this place sells." After receiving his drink, Yoshimitsu turned to examine the rest of the coach. Still nothing blatantly magical, so he continued to ponder how it intended to cross the ocean.
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Post by ch00beh on Jan 8, 2010 17:48:31 GMT -5
OOC: Takes place before Ish. As far as Crystal, its BB's call, but I assume after. I usually go by OP date.
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Post by Ninety on Jan 14, 2010 19:12:25 GMT -5
After his third scotch didn’t produce any new hallucinations or even any customers, Kyle sat down on the floor behind the bar and pulled out a book.
Didn’t think I’d get a chance to read on this trip but I guess these folks aren’t much for boozin’.
An hour into a book his friend had described as “a masterwork in the sci-fi genre”, Kyle fell asleep reading a novel full of extraordinary characters spending their time doing mundane things.
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Post by Vaxx on Jan 14, 2010 19:59:07 GMT -5
Vaxx stood in front of his ornate full length mirror and fiddled with his silver tie. For once he decided to put away his old singed cloak for a more regal look with a deep red suit.
"It's about time I went on vacation, and this time I was actually invited! No more sneaking onto glorious vessels for me. I should probably get going soon now that I think about it."
Vaxx then takes his invitation out of his jacket pocket to check the departure time, only to realize that the train had left two days earlier.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU**! Looks like it's movie night alone for me." He said while yanking off his tie.
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Mickey grunted as the blinding light of a time rift threw him onto the floor of another unknown place. He stood up and glanced around at the room. There were a lot of comfy looking chairs, but other than that he was alone. He got the feeling that he was moving and rushed over to a window to see what was happening. To his delight, he was on a train and decided that there was little cause for alarm. Only rich people traveled on trains like this, and he was positive he could handle anyone that might be on board. He casually strode over to a mirror and checked to make sure everything was still intact. He had to bend quite a bit to fit all seven feet of himself into view. He smoothed his orange hair with his right hand, and released a small burst of steam from the massive brass claw that served as his left arm and hand. he then adjusted his suspenders, which hung over his dirty white shirt, and fastened to his khaki trousers. Happy that he was still in one piece, he pulled a cigar out of his pocket and lit it with the lighter that was built into his claw.
"I could get used to this." He exclaimed as he lowered himself into one of the large leather chairs to enjoy his smoke.
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Post by ch00beh on Jan 15, 2010 8:52:29 GMT -5
OOC: An hour into a book his friend had described as “a masterwork in the sci-fi genre”, Kyle fell asleep reading a novel full of extraordinary characters spending their time doing mundane things. ohburn
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