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genessia2019-08-19 10:03 am
plungeintofire) wrote in genessia2019-08-19 10:03 am
Event: Doom Train
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!]
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!]