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Event: Brace the Storm OOC
THE EVENT
CARRIAGE EFFECTS
- On the morning of Day 7 (ooc: 13th November) passengers will notice that the void looks… weird. It swirls faster and more readily than usual. The colours seem bolder and shift violently from one extreme to another. They have entered a void storm. The storm will rage for Days 7-9 (13-18 November)
This Void storm manifests differently than the last, as void storms do. For one it seems more extreme, the train itself is being battered and buffeted around more than the previous one. It will hold, but some systems will go a little haywire. Between that and the mental effects of a void storm it makes for an interesting few days.
The singing that can so often be heard in between carriages becomes louder, loud enough to be heard from every carriage. An almost eerie choral sound that will bring about a general feeling of unease. Additionally it seems as passengers move through the train, things are… strange. Walking through the doors they may find themselves not where they were expecting. They know that the quiet coach should lead to standard, but instead they find themselves in the music carriage, or the library…
CARRIAGE EFFECTS
- It is a dark night, though there are stars in the sky. In the distance there is a bonfire lighting up the area. Around it there are figures, they are too far away to make out any features but in the flickering light you can see they wear hoodies in the colours you know well by now.
There is the sound of singing and laughter and you want to approach. But no matter how long you walk the fire is always in the distance, never getting closer. You feel a great longing to be at the fire, but it is out of reach. - Flying through the void itself, colours swirling around you. Dancing and swirling, joy in your heart.
- You are lying on your back looking up at the sky. You are comfortable. It may be that you lie on a soft patch of grass, on a sandy beach or in your bed from home. It may even be that you float in water, lie on a rooftop or on the branch of a tree. The important thing is that you feel safe here, you feel comfortable, the temperature is just right.
You are looking up at the most beautiful sky you have ever seen. It may be the bluest of blue. It may be a night sky pricked with a million stars. You may be in space itself. It may even be softly raining or a sky of dark tumultuous storm clouds. But it is beautiful, whatever you deem to be so.
For a moment, everything is just right with the world. But then, from the edges of your vision, there are dark shapes. You can't quite name them. But dark, jagged, wrong. They blot out your perfect sky.
You are falling. The ground beneath you has vanished. Falling not just downwards but upwards, outwards. Your consciousness has shattered, and you are falling in every direction that ever was, falling through reality itself.
There is a scream, a scream of a million voices. A scream that fills every part of you, and you realise that one of the voices in the scream is your own.
LAB, ARMOURY, AND MEDICAL/TRIAGE.
As part of storm protocol the lab and armory have been locked down and no one will be able to enter them. It is for the best.
The medical and triage carriages are functional but limited in what equipment can be used. Enough stuff works for them to ensure basic emergency medical care can continue without there being a risk that more advanced equipment might get misused.
The universal translators are broken in these carriages. Anyone in the first three carriages of the train will only be able to speak and understand languages that they know and speak in their canons. Obviously characters who have some other way to be understood or speak any language mystically can still communicate normally.
It is impossible to speak in this carriage, no matter how much anyone tries their voice will not work.
This carriage is full of people. Or at least full of the shadows of people. Pure shadow, nothing about them is recognisable, it's as if they are silhouettes separated from who they used to be. There is a din of noise as if close to a hundred people are talking all at once. It's hard to move through because there are people in the aisles, people in every seat.
If they linger too long and shadowy hands will pluck at their own shadows, pulling them into the crowd, to a seat, to join the shadowy mass of voices. They will feel the urge to talk as well. Small talk, random subjects. To the shadows, to anyone around them, talk about apples, sports, that film you watched, the weather? And this will be normal to you, for as long as you're inside the carriage.
What's wrong about having an opinion on the best cereal, after all? And what makes cereal the best.
The gravity is not working in this carriage, which makes for an interesting game of sports ball that's for sure.
At first it seems like this carriage has been spared any strange effects of the storm. Perhaps even a safe place to stay. However those who linger in here will soon find that their emotions will become sharper. Joy yes but also sorrow, anger, greed. Even those who are often gracious losers will find themselves flipping a table. People might be more likely to cheat or sabotage their opponents. Perhaps Space Racer is not the best idea at this time…
Those walking through these domed carriage will have the uneasy feeling they are being watched. By the statues? By the plants? Perhaps… It's as if there's something just out of the corner of their eye.
If they look up at the swirling void they will see faces, people they know, people they don't, screaming, features twisted in pain. Or laughing, their eyes full of cruelty.
For those wanting to find some kind of distraction from the storm, they will find that even that holds a risk. People watching films or reading in the library may find themselves within the story itself.
Others may end up there with them, much like a shared dream and indeed their bodies seem to be sleeping, a sleep that proves difficult to wake them from. They might take the roles of the characters in the story or remain themselves and have to navigate a strange world. They might drift from story to story or find themselves stuck in one story for its duration.
Those training in the gym may find any powers they have go a little strange. They might disappear, they might get stronger, they might swap powers with their opponent. The moment they walk out of the gym everything will be back to normal but within it, anything goes.
Light seems distorted in this carriage, or perhaps the storm is affecting everyone's eyes. Colours are a bit crazy as if they have stepped into one big disco. Passengers will find their hair is now purple, or their skin green. It makes for an entertaining time and a reprise from some of the more worrying effects of the storm.
A place to relax, perhaps a little too much. Those who linger too long in the spa will feel the urge within themselves to share their secrets. Speak of a past they wish to keep to themselves or confess a crush. Tongues are loosened and hearts are open and the longer they stay the stronger the urge to be honest will become.
Those who enter the dressing carriage may find themselves shrinking. Or growing. This won't affect their age or their mind, just their physical size. They may find themselves tiny, swimming through a sea of clothes, or a giant, stuck blundering around knocking suitcases down like skyscrapers.
Nothing untoward is happening in the sleeper carriages or hire carriages. However those who do sleep may experience some strange dreams.
All effects will end once someone leaves the carriage the effect is part of. When characters awaken on Day 10, the storm is over and everything will be back to normal.

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Would magic be affected by random car travel or will there be warnings not to use magic in general?
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There will be no warning to avoid magic but teleportation may land them in the wrong place! It's up to you how much you want to play with that. It can be a mix of working and going random.
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honestly i'm looking for excuses to immortalize everyone's random colors and put them on the wall later with lea's printer
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Sorry about the confusion.
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Dressing/Luggage car
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