Event: Doom Train

[plungeintofire]

WHO: Allen Walker, Belle French, Flandre Scarlet, Gale Reinhardt, Koishi Komeiji, Mayu Nozaki, Papyrus, Remilia Scarlet, Sakuya Izayoi, Silicon, Sousuke Kuze, Ted, Uai
WHAT: Characters receive a mysterious boarding pass for a ghostly train in Everglade. Where will it lead? And how will they get home when the fare is only one-way? All aboard the Doom Train!
WHEN: August 18th - 23rd
WHERE: Everglade - Doom Train


It was a foggy morning in Everglade, and the air was cool and humid. The creatures of the night had slunk back to their hiding places, as the more humanoid citizens began to emerge from their homes to go to work, run errands, and pretend that they weren't simultaneously relieved and terrified to have survived yet another night.

A train whistle pierced the air with one long, haunting note. The living citizens didn't seem to pay it any mind, though one or two might have noted the goosebumps that suddenly prickled across their flesh and wondered briefly why they felt a sudden chill in the month of August.

But the train whistle meant a great deal more to those who hadn't survived the night. Silvery forms rose up from where bodies (or what was left of them) lay, dressed in their best clothes, and followed the sound of the train whistle as if their name was called specifically. One by one, they passed through the town, heading north. They passed through the wrought iron gates without flinching, following the broken stone road that led into the woods where mist pooled across the frosted grass. Near the murky swamp, an enormous, sleek, black steam engine waited, churning puffs of white smoke from the engine car. The ghostly passengers lined up, ignorant of the living who had also come to redeem their tickets to board the Doom Train.

There was no sign of the ghost who had delivered the tickets. However, there was definitely a ghost present, the face hooded in shadows as it hovered near the gates to check the tickets presented and usher passengers aboard. The features of the ghost were impossible to make out beneath the layers of tattered white fabric that moved as if churned by a strong breeze, and every now and again two pinpoints of light would flash where the eyes might be when it turned its head just so. None of the dead passengers seemed to register any alarm at the ghost's presence, calmly submitting their tickets before stepping aboard.

When the living handed over their tickets, there was a brief moment of deep-seated dread when the ghost looked at them directly, but other than that moment of shiver-inducing cold, they were admitted just as calmly as any of the others.

Once aboard, characters would find plenty of storage space for their luggage. The interior was warmly lit, and surprisingly clean. There was no dust, no cobwebs, not even the occasional spooky guttering light. They were assigned a cabin number which they would share with three others (ghosts or not) with sleeping bunks, where a curtain could be drawn for privacy. Beyond the sleeping cars there were plenty of seats where one could sit and gaze out the windows which were all cool to the touch. There was a dining car as well, though what a ghost would want to eat was a mystery indeed.

After everyone was settled in, the stairs leading into the train were drawn up, and the train gave two long, lonely whistles before it slowly pulled out of the station, churning slowly down the tracks and into the misty woods beyond...


[OOC: Please refer to the sign-up post if you need a refresher on what the event is about! Sign-ups are now closed!]

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DAY ONE

[plungeintofire]

[At some point during their first day aboard the train, each character will find themselves approached by one of the ghost passengers at some point. The ghost will be in need, and ask the character for help or otherwise be in visible distress. Characters will need to figure out a way to assist the ghost. Tasks can range anywhere from a noisy child who can't find his or her favorite toy, a ghost that's panicking over an unfulfilled obligation or duty, weeping over their own demise, bored and in dire need of some jokes or a good book, etc. It's up to you, the player, to decide whether your character would help them or not, and how they would go about doing so. You have free reign to NPC the ghost!]

[You may also have your characters mingle with one another, speculate on where the Doom Train is headed, have second thoughts about whether boarding this train was even a good idea, etc. Just make sure to have your tasks completed before August 20th. Anyone who hasn't completed the task by August 21st will be tossed off of the train!]

Action, OTA

[youfool]

[One spectral child tugged at Ted's pants.]

Hey, mister! I'm bored. Tell me a joke!

All right. A man in Arizona finds a magic lamp. Out comes a genie, who will give him any wish he desired. The catch, however, is that his ex-wife, whom he hates very much, will get double. So he wishes for a million dollars. Er, red bills. A heaping stack of them appears instantly on the ground. "However, I've just given your ex-wife two million." The man nods, then says, "I wish for a thousand acres of land." The genie nods, and soon he is surrounded by endless stretches of rich forest. "However", reminds the genie, "I've given your ex-wife two thousand." The man nods, then searches in the forest for a minute before returning with a hefty branch. He gives it to the genie. "I'd like you to beat me half to death."

[The ghostly urchin tilted his head. As Ted said nothing, it finally complained.]

I don't get it.

[Ted sighed, lowered his head, lifted his leg, and loosed a vigorous fart.]

Hee hee hee! Good one, mister! You're a funny clown!

[It waved, then vanished in a shimmer of contentment. Lord, he wishes he could do the same.]

[mynameisallen]

[Allen had a job to do. He was asked by Satou to research into the train. with everything that has been going on this was actually a nice little break from it. Time to himself and no time to really think over those that have gone... With a shake of his head, Allen soon found himself looking down at a young girl who appeared to be crying.

Moving to kneel down Allen paused on what to say, but he knew that really he should at least help them.]

Hey... Why are you crying?

[The ghost girl soon turned their head and looked over.]

I can't find my friend. It's like they've gone.

[The line was enough to tug at the heartstrings. he understood the feeling of someone leaving or going, but yet he didn't assume this was the same type of situation and more, they were just missing. So with a small firm nod, he decided what to do. After all, if it meant he could study the train, it was worth it.]

Okay, do you know where they last were?

[The little girl ghost pointed in a direction as Allen gave a warm smile.]

Okay, I will find your friend and tell them they are looking for you, or even better we could look for them together. Would you like that?

[As soon as he was up, he head heading off with the ghost girl beside him and soon came across a small group of ghost children. It was soon apparent that the young girl knew one of them as she rushed on over towards the other, happy and content arms thrown around them as Allen couldn't help but smile as they soon both vanished, leaving Allen to soon look to the side.

It was time to explore a bit, maybe?]

Train Investigation
[Now that the task was done it was back to looking over the train. Figure out where it was heading would be the best option. Figure out why them, for what purpose considering most of the other residents were ghosts and they... really weren't.

So it seemed odd. But soon Allen was checking out the cabin and pretty much any other place that he was allowed to be in.]

[namemeansbeauty]

Please, miss. Can you tell us a story?

[Belle had been approached by a rather cute bunch of people and Belle couldn't help but honestly want to tell them one. After all, she had read many a book so she knew many a story to tell, but as she went to sit down to start her tale, she slowly decided that she would use her own story instead. Why not. It wasn't like they would know that.]

Okay... So let's see here... [She playfull bite her lip as she pretended to think it over, the kids slowly leaning in closer and closer until finally, they speak.]

Once upon a time, there was a woman who longed for adventure. To be a hero. But instead, she had been set up to marry someone she didn't love and her home was being attacked by vicious creatures. They had no choice but to call upon someone who could help.

[The children seemed interested and that was enough to make her smile.]

The man that they asked for help was considered a monster to many people, but he had magic that could help them turn the tide of battle. The man heard their plea and arrived, but in exchange for his helped, he asked for something in return. A payment of sorts. He asked for the woman herself. her father and fiance both said no, but the woman stepped forward and agreed. In her mind she was making a sacrifice, making herself a hero who helped her home.

She left and the many did help as per his agreement. She was taken to his castle and was given the task of being his maid. She did the job, but not without questions, her curiosity peaked by certain things. Over time the woman saw through the face of the monster people saw and instead saw the man that could be good. She fell in love with the beast.

[The smile with still firm on her lips if for a moment before it slowly faded away.]

Soon he entrusted her to fetch some straw, setting it up so she could leave while out. But the woman did not. She returned to him, but not before she had been told about true loves kiss. A way to remove the dark magic that had been taking hold over the beast. She had a plan to do such a thing, but she failed. She rejected her and forced her out. So soon she was alone and soon an Evil Queen, the same woman who had told her about true loves kiss kidnapped her and locked her away.

[At this point the children seemed scared, feeling sorry for the poor woman in the story.]

She was locked away for many years, unable to get out even after they got sent to another world and forgot who she was and all the people she knew. But one day, someone let her out and told her to seek some and to tell him about who had kept her locked away. So she did as asked and soon it became apparent just who the man she was sent to was.

It was the beast. The one she had grown to love and someone she soon remembered again. She was happy when she remembered and he was happy that she was alive and after that, they live happily ever after.

[She knew that the happily ever after was not true, she knew there was more to the story of her own life, but she knew for the sake of the kids, best not add more to it. They seemed happy enough and she couldn't help but be happy for them.]

OTA

[cool_skeleton]

A. Spooked, Scared Skeleton

[Papyrus didn't need second thoughts about how good an idea this was. That was his first thought. And every thought thereafter. The chilly glaze of the hooded conductor put the fear of ghosts in him--a fear that needed no encouragement.

You might think, per his aesthetic, that Papyrus was a natural fit for Everglade. You'd be wrong. He hated this city and he definitely hated hanging out with spooky ghosts.

That's why he's in the middle of the aisle with his bones rattling, standing stock-still. Uh, hey, Papyrus? People have places to be.

Nonetheless, he's shook. He could use a friendly face, or any kind of face that was corporeal. Maybe tempt him with the promise of bunk beds? Those were cool. Any solace that could rouse him from his stupor.]

B. Dining Car
[Though he'd done his best to avoid their presence, one way or another, a ghost that was somehow obese approached him, with spit dribbling and lips smacking.]

I say, thin fellow, I'm famished! Yet that damnable diner has all their dishes underneath silver platters! How's a chap like me supposed to get at the grub if these ghostly fingers couldn't lift so much as a spoon, let alone a salver?

[Papyrus held his skull in his hands, hoping dearly it would leave him alone.]

Well? Come on! You've got a pair of arms. Might as well use them, or were you going to spend all night weeping?

[He didn't want to accept. But he didn't, out of politeness and fear, want to refuse either. Reluctantly, he rose out of his seat and went very slowly to the dining car, where the ghost's fat finger pointed to one polished, sterling dome.]

There's the one I want! Can't you smell it from here! Hurry up! I haven't eaten in hours!

[Trembling, he inched his gloved digits towards the covered dish. And that's as far as he gets. He just knows something horrible is underneath, and his bravery isn't helped by the demanding, corpulent-yet-incorporeal eyes boring into his.

He could use some encouragement.]

[prismaticdestruction]

[After getting on the train, Flandre at first watches the ghosts from a distance. But once she figures out that things were okay to come out and start talking with the ghosts, going to the children is a obvious.]

Hey, who are you? Why are you here?

I'm Flandre...I got a ticket like everyone else. Why?

Nuh uh. I didn't see you before now. You snuck on!]

[This gets Flandre to puff up her wings and summoning a bit of danmaku in her hands. If anything this stops the little ghost boy from pushing her buttons any further and lights up.]

Oh wow! That is awesome! Can you juggle those?

[It takes all the anger out of the little vampire and lets out a little squawk. It takes her a moment to awnser.]

I...I can try? But weren't you...

Do it! We all want to see!

[Which brings more over, cheering and demanding she juggle. It takes a moment and a lot off messing up but she ends up juggling the two orbs. Lots of dropping and her needing to form more. After a while they start trickling to other parts of the car and train and Flandre just plops down on the ground, a Confused expression on her face.]

...Um...Okay?

[corpsacorps]

--The Task

[That dread he felt briefly when he handed over his ticket was concerning, to say the least. But the Warrior of Light got nothing done by playing it safe or giving into fear- throwing himself face first into potential danger is just what he did. For better or for worse.

Probably for worse, in this case. He can only imagine how he's going to get yelled at when he gets home and says what he was actually doing. Not that his messages were lying- he was here to help a Guardian... just not Everglade's.

So while Gale was tapping away at his device while walking the train, his attention is caught by one particular ghost sitting alone in her cabin at the moment.]

Psst! Hey, you! The hot one!

[The what? Gale glances around beside him, before looking at the ghost and pointing at himself quizzically.]

Yes, you. You're the only hot one here right now. Aren't you the owner of Holy Diver?

Aye, that would be me.

[Well, being hit on by a ghost wasn't what he expected out of today. Eh. Weirder shit has happened, he's almost surprised he'd never been hit on by a ghost at home. He approaches when she waves him over, since she's clearly got a side quest for him.]

That was my favorite place to go after work, you know. But then this whole pesky "dying" thing happened. Would you do a newly decease lady a solid and maybe give me one last private dance?

I... huh?

[Yep. He did did just get winked at by a ghost. And not that Gale was a superstitious man, but something about the idea of refusing a ghost a request felt wrong. It was like some higher power dropped him here just for this specific task. So he looked at his device momentarily. He DID have music on it. Alright. Fine. Why not. So he shrugged, twirling on his heel and yanking the curtain closed behind him.

It's a private dance for a reason.]


--Wandering the Train - OTA

[After the fact, Gale could be found wandering the car again, using his device to record footage of the train itself. He was using his free hand to fix his hair, as if he'd just had a romp of some kind in one of the cabins. No, that's not what happened, it was just a simple lap dance. Which was weird to do for a ghost, but it would have been rude to refuse her. And she certainly seemed to appreciate it.

But what he did for a lady is not anyone else's business. He was here on a quest to investigate this train, where it was heading and if maybe it was at all linked to the disappearance of Everglade's Guardian. The lattermost could easily be chalked up to "They went home" but it was worth investigating just in case that wasn't what happened.

He was supposed to keep in contact with someone else who was boarding the train, but he didn't see her anywhere, and he's pretty certain he's been through most of the cars. Did she miss it?

Though right now, it just seems to be a train full of dead people. Which now Gale is wondering if he just sealed his own fate by getting on and not being super dead in the first place.]

[immortalsoul]

A. Girl's First Train Trip | OTA

[This was Silly's first time seeing a train, let alone boarding one. Oblivious to spooks of the conductor, she had taken the ticket with the most joyous of expressions. Now, a few days later, the red haired homunculus boards the train with the same enthusiasm!

... But her big, goofy smiles hide a cautious mind. Her coat pockets are not noticably heavy, but they hide simple glass vials: Potions for healing nausea, aiding sleep, even one for temporary strength boosts and a few that explode when broken. She holds her elaborate magic staff, mindfully tuned to sense anything with life energy. And in her bag itself, of course, are a few other odds n ends... The girl can't be caught off guard, no way!

As she stands outside her new train compartment, Silly is bouncing on her heels.]

Do you think it's safe to leave some stuff here? I wonder if I can do any brewing...!

B. Helping Hand | OTA

[Silicon's task comes to her as she is exploring the train. She wants to know how far it goes, but finds herself stopped. Less by a verbal request, and more like a worrying sight. One of the passengers is looking pale with nausea, and is visibly uncomfortable. While Silly is acutely aware of how dead most people here are, she can't stop herself from worrying.

Silicon stops and lightly taps their shoulder.]

It's pretty shakey and wakey, huh? [Her hand sinks into one of her pockets. Silly takes out a small vial filled with blue liquid and begins uncorking the top.] Here ya go. Give it a sniff first, then take a biiig ol'gulp if you can. It'll make you feel much better!

[Now aware that nausea is an issue, Silicon stands straight and glances around.]

Anyone else need something for train sickness? I have sleep aids too!

[ubiquitously]

A. A Father's Instinct | Task

[If this was last week, Uai would never have boarded the train. A DOOM train in EVERGLADE is obviously bad news, and he couldn't risk worrying Azura with an injury...

But that time has passed. In an attempt to distract from his grief, Uai casually boards the train. He's even brought a suitcase with him, in order to pass this off as a creepy vacation. No sooner is he boarded and at his cabin than does he hear a noise. It's the voice of a child, a young girl, whimpering. Peering back into the seating car, he spots a young ghost child seated alone.

Her family isn't there... Well. If they are all ghosts, that is unfortunately likely: Kids and parents usually die at separate times. Though, to see a child so young... A ghost, her life ended so quickly. She can't possibly be more than five years old.

Uai glances around... Then, suitcase still in hand, walks to her seat. He gestures at the space next to her.]

Saving this spot for your parents? [He receives a sad expression in turn. The girl shakes her head. Her parents didn't die in the accident, she says, "My mommy and daddy didn't come on the train with me." Looking at her face now, Uai can see a horrible crack down her forehead. Her pigtails have become dishoveled... the accident must have physically shaken her.]

I see... Well. [Uai lifts his suitcase,] My daughters didn't come with me either. Care for some company?

[It's a small gesture. After receiving permission to sit with her, Uai sets his suitcase on an overhead luggage shelf and shuffles next to her. He finds himself exchanging little stories with her: She slowly relaxes enough to talk about her parents, her friends, her pet dog... As she becomes self-conscious about her reflection in the window, Uai takes it upon himself to help fix her pigtails.

The little ghost girl, no longer alone and scared, gradually succumbs to exhaustion. It's tiring to be in an accident, She admits with childish sincerity. Uai shows her to her cabin, promises to check in with her breakfast, and then heads back to the now empty seat. Sighing, he leans his head against the cold window.]

... Haven't made pigtails since I left Sakura and Chika. [He closes his eyes, imagining his daughters.] I'm being so stupid.

B. Cabin | OTA - Let's be cabinmates til death due us part!

[Eventually, Uai makes his way to his assigned cabin. While he technically doesn't need any sleep, his lonely thoughts have driven him to think about Azura again. Time to sleep and make his brain go numb.

He slides his suitcase under his bunk and glowers towards the other cabin occupants.]

Don't wake me up unless you're dying-- again, if that's the case. [The look on his face plainly reads of upset idiot. He doesn't care enough about his public image now that Azura is gone.]

[scarlet_devil]

[ Barely five minutes after getting on (thanks to a combination of something novel like this happening and Flandre and Sakuya going) she was already being asked to help. One of the ghosts lost their hat on the train somewhere.

And yelled at for losing the Guardian election and leaving a less safe Everglade to its devices. ]

...All right. It must be around.

[ She has to search high and low for it... she's regretting getting on already. ]

Action, OTA

[koishi_komeiji]

Koishi had only been on a train once before. And she loved it. But due to the mysterious circumstances she had decided to be safe and wear Noushuketsu, her kamui. If nothing else it would give her a little extra protection.

She was just settling in when there was a crash beside her. A portly ghost was attempting to shove luggage into a space that was clearly already overstuffed by some other, less considerate passenger. He turned, noticing Koishi's attention on him and gestured.

Little Lady, Please. Give me a hand with these bags. I can't quite get them to fit.

He gave another futile shove, the luggage refusing to slide into place. Koishi floated up, inspecting the luggage thoughtfully.

"Mister I don't think that's gonna work. Use my luggage compartment. I didn't really bring anything anyway. I'm a youkai so I don't really need luggage or anything like that. Just my hats and pockets are enough."

Are you sure you don't need-

"Absolutely!" She zipped over to open the empty compartment. "See? Here you go. All yours."

Looking relieved, the ghost carried his luggage over to Koishi's compartment and she helped him load it inside.

Thank you Little Lady.

"It was fine. I was bored anyway. So I'm happy to help! If you need anything else just ask, okay?"

My that's sweet of you. He sat down opposite of the little youkai. Why that reminds me of the time...

Well... Crap. Now Koishi had to sit and listen. But it sounded like a story so that was fine. Hopefully it wouldn't last too long though. She wanted to explore the train.

Action, OTA

[sakuya_izayoi]

Sakuya was just settling in. Seeing as her mistress and Flandre were also riding she opted to go in uniform. She was just stowing her luggage and fiddling with her device... how did one use the 'music player' again? She would never fully adjust to this more technologically advanced-

And then she noticed it. A little girl ghost standing next to her, staring up at the maid. She stared for a long moment.

"... Yes? May I help you?"

Miss? Can you help me braid my hair?

Sakuya just stared. "Excuse me? You want me to-"

Please help me! No one here knows how. Do you know how?

Helping her seemed like the easiest way to make her go away. Especially since murdering ghost children would probably be frowned upon by the other passengers. So, with a reluctant, sigh Sakuya reached forward to help.

"Hold still. I do not want to pull your hair..."

Action

[nrgsvr]

Task, ota for before or after the task
Mayu packed basic necessities. The ghosts were a bit disconcerting, but five years in Genessia has made it more difficult to shock him.

Mayu decided to nap whenever and wherever possible. He needed to gather energy to handle whatever obstacles the Doom Train had in store for him.

A wail from a nearby ghost woke him. He opened his eyes to find the specter weeping into his lap. He tried to pat it on the back, but his hand went through. He put his hand roughly where it's head would be and made ruffling motions.

"I know it hurts. I reacted the same way after my death," Mayu said softly.

"You died too?" the ghost asked between sobs.

"Yes."

"But ... you're alive!"

"I sacrificed memories of an important person to come back."

"I don't have that choice."

"That makes it less complicated," Mayu remarked, still attempting to soothe the crying ghost. He made rubbing motions approximately at its back. The air was a bit cold there. Eventually, the ghost calmed. It sat up and wiped its eyes.

"You're weird," it commented. Mayu nodded in response.

"Want to talk about it?" Mayu asked. The ghost nodded. It told its tale of woe. It reminded Mayu of bad ends in dating sims. He winced at some parts, but mostly kept quiet. It started to fade while sharing its burden. It hugged Mayu right before vanishing.

"Thanks," it said, "I needed that."

Mayu shivered after it disappeared. It took a while before he could stop shaking.

OTA

During the times Mayu found himself unable to sleep, he had his sketchbook. He drew whatever came to mind. His drawings ranged from judo moves to scenery from the train.

Action, OTA

[yamatokunijunior]

Sousuke barely noticed when he was handed the train ticket. His employers encouraged him to check out this mystery. They added it to the wrestling storyline. He was supposed to be unable to back down from a dare.

He bumped his head on the door frame, then managed to get his long hair caught in the door. He winced as he yanked his ponytail out. He would need to trim the frayed ends once this ordeal ended.

He heard laughter from one of the ghosts.

"This kid's a hoot," the ghost guffawed before disappearing. Apparently, it needed a good laugh before moving on.

Later

"It's Sousuke!"

Sousuke heard the excited shriek of a child before noticing the small ghost approach. Sousuke was at a loss. He did not expect to see any of his fans on the train. It was especially distressing, that a fan died at such a young age.

"Wow, you're ginormous!" the ghost exclaimed in awe."Can I have your autograph?"

"You may," Sousuke responded. Despite being a "heel", he was asked for autographs quite often. He was prepared for this task.
He signed his name and wrote whatever the ghost requested. He bowed before offering his autograph.

"Wow! You're my favorite wrestler now! Thanks!"

The ghost disappeared after that.

DAY TWO

[plungeintofire]

[Characters will be roused out of their bunks by a noisy clanging as a ghostly cook bangs on the side of the door with a soup ladel. Your presence in the dining car is demanded immediately! Turns out the kitchen is short-staffed, with only the head chef left to fulfill the dietary needs (?!) of all the passengers. Your character will need to either help in the kitchen in some capacity, or serve food to the passengers. Each character can choose to cook, wash dishes, or wait on tables. Don't worry about their cooking skills: ghosts can't taste anything anyway. Characters who refuse to help out by August 23rd will be thrown off the train! By the end of Day Two, only ten passengers maximum will remain.]

OTA

[youfool]

[Ted goes to the dishes straightaway. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and who more than him? It would, hopefully, afford him sweet relief from the vulgar NPCs, for whom life and death would never have any meaning.

Dark thoughts infected his mind. He'd been in an event like this before, and was sure the demands made of them would ratchet up in severity. The answer he had then wasn't ideal. This time...he'd like to experiment.

Should another join him in warm water and soapy suds, he'd strike up conversation.]

Suppose one of these ghosts wished your harm, and you could not escape or settle things peacefully. How would you set about defeating one?

[corpsacorps]

[Seven hells, that was a racket and a half. Not that he was sleeping to begin with, he was simply resting his eyes. He couldn't really comfortably sleep while being surrounded by dead people and having a sense of impending doom of his own.

But still, his help was required, and he would happily give it. In the kitchen, no less, which meant he could put his culinarian skills to use. He didn't really... understand how ghosts needed to eat, or if they could even taste it at all, but that was no excuse to slouch. He had to go on the assumption that they could taste, and damn it, he'll cook for them like he did the sultana.

So, dressed for the occasion, he's cooking away to his heart's content. And honestly? It smells amazing. He's still wondering the hows and the whys of ghosts needing to eat, but he wasn't the only living passenger on board- they needed to eat too. It was going to be a few days of travel, after all. He would glance towards whoever was nearby that wasn't a ghost, leaning towards them ever so slightly as he worked and whispered.]

Am I the only one finding that the idea of a dining car on a train of the dead is... odd?

OTA

[prismaticdestruction]

[It takes a bit of explaining but Flandre nods and straightens up. It's just like when she worked on the Thor so this isn't a huge deal. Although skill level might be the issue.

She's flying above heads to get back for more plates and trying to keep everything balanced so there isn't a mess. remembering the orders isn't the best either so she's having to be corrected a few times before running off to grab the orders.

Once things are calmer or even while waiting on the next set of plates to go out, she smiles and speaks.]

This is kinda fun!...Like back on the ship. I like it.

[mynameisallen]

[Allen felt like his head was pounding when he first got up. But that was mostly because of the noisy clanging. His ears were still ringing even after the banging had stopped and he was told what he was meant to do.

Serving was easy enough, he had done it for a short time when he first arrived here, but... they were ghosts? They didn't eat so what would happen to the food? Would it just fall out of the bottom and something he would then need to clean up? He had literally no clue as he was shoved toward the cart to do his job

He soon found himself falling on his face and slowly having to push himself up to head toward the first table. He would take the order head back to let the others know, taking it back and cleaning up when things were done. He even made sure to tidy up if there was a mess.

It wasn't bad. he did, however, have a few unfortunate ghosts who just didn't seem to like him for one reason or another and in one instance had food shown athim because it wasn't right.]

Ah, I am sorry. I'll make sure it's correct. [Wiping what could only been known as sludge off his face he made his way back. This was honestly exhausting and it was clearly obvious in his body language.]

[koishi_komeiji]

Koishi couldn't cook. At all. Not even a little bit. But she could carry things. She had eight extra limbs after all!

And so (after being forced to put on a white apron and tie her hair back) Koishi was bustling down the rows in the train, matching order numbers and serving food. She wasn't the quickest waitress, but she was able to serve the dishes quite quickly. Provided the guests didn't mind her picking up the plates with a couple tentacles.

Don't worry. She made sure to wash all of her limbs first.

[sakuya_izayoi]

Cooking? Cooking?!

Now this was something Sakuya could do! Tying her apron, rolling up her sleeves, she marched right into the kitchen and got to work. The title of head maid wasn't just for show. She was a flurry of pots, pans, and knives, preparing dishes with the help of her time dilation.

Orders were done on time. They had to be. Punctuality was always important.

"These dishes seem so simple compared to what I am used to preparing. It is quite a refreshing break from the norm, I must say."

[namemeansbeauty]

[Cooking seemed like it could be fun. So Belle had decided to work in the kitchen sprinkling a bit of salt here, twirling before dealing with something else. She seemed to know what she was doing and what she was making and she seemed happy enough to do it.

Admittedly she was more than a little curious as to why this was something they had to help with since they were in a way invited]

Makes you wonder though... Are they actually eating this food or not?

OTA

[nrgsvr]

Mayu chose to help cook. He lacked his brother's skill, but he was competent at the basics. He figured cooking would be the easiest, since the ghosts likely lacked the ability to taste.

As the chef was barking out orders, he wondered if he picked the wrong choice. The orders were never ending, much more varied than he expected.
He turned to other chosen cooks.

"Who's good at cutting?" he asked.

END OF DAY TWO

[plungeintofire]

At some point during the day's events, somehow, Allen Walker and Sousuke Kuze and Sakuya Izoi messed up. Maybe they offended a ghost, or dropped a meal, or in some other way managed to upset the wrong "person". The conductor abruptly rises up out of the floor, grinning toothily.

"END OF THE LINE?" he rasps, before seizing the person by the scruff of the neck and the back of the pants/skirt/dress and giving them the ol' heave-ho right off the train. The characters sail through the air to crash and tumble through the bushes, stranded in an old, spooky forest.

Better start making that long trek back home.

[OOC: Characters were eliminated based on RNG. Thank you for participating!]

DAY THREE

[plungeintofire]

[Something is wrong. The train is moving much faster today than the previous two days, and every now and then it shudders on the tracks, causing passengers to clutch at one another and scream (or complain noisily). What's going on?! The only way to find out is to head toward the engine. The further up the train cars one goes, the hotter it gets. Upon reaching the coal chamber, the heat is nigh unbearable, and those sensitive to spirits may notice a very dark or heavy presence up ahead.]

[There's no conductor present in the engine, but the furnace is belching gouts of hot flames, which seem to form a twisted, leering face.]

This train is now in possession of Karuto, Future Master of Hell! These souls belong to Karuto, Future Master of Souls!

[The flames die down to embers for a brief moment, as if the speaker is drawing breath.]

You'll be dragged to hell too!

[The flames explode from the furnace, threatening to incinerate anyone in the room. Hope you're ready to fight a fire demon!]

[OOC: There will be one response from Karuto per day, culminating in five total rounds of battle. You may choose to have your character be defeated (and forcefully ejected from the train) or killed if you wish; those who are 'killed' will simply black out and wake up back in Everglade with the contents of their luggage strewn about them. One character will be eliminated at the end of each day, forced off by Karuto's attack, until there are five left. Defeat Karuto and save the train from impending doom! And make sure to post your character's response once per day in order to stay in the fight!]

[corpsacorps]

[Gale was quick to move towards the engine once everything seemed like it was going off the rails (ha ha), but then there's this "Karuto" thing yelling at them. He ducks behind the door as the flames approached, covering his face with his arm due to the heat. He swings back around inside again with rapier drawn and magick crystal floating above his other hand. You know who looks incredibly unimpressed? This guy.]

Please. If you think you can light a candle compared to the Lord of the Inferno, then you are solely mistaken.

[Confident? Probably dangerously so? Yeah. But seeing this thing after sending Ifrit back into the aether numerous times, it's pretty laughable. So what better way to open up the battle than with the summoning of six blue spectral swords, aiming right for the face within the furnace. The situation needed to be handled quickly- Gale wouldn't forgive himself if he allowed something to befall Silicon on this gods forsaken train.]