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Choo choo motherfuckers

TRAIN MEME

There's someone you need to meet, somewhere you need to be, or maybe you're just going wherever the wind takes you today. It could be early in the morning or late at night. Time doesn't really matter when the trains are available around the clock. Whatever the case you can guarantee there will be others waiting with you or already along for the ride, and it could very well be a long one.

Hopefully you've brought some company or an activity to keep you busy until the next destination. But if not, you can always make a new friend along the way.

scenarios

WAITING GAME: It seems you've arrived at the station ahead of schedule. You could be waiting for the train or maybe for someone to show. There's plenty of time to spare either way. Why not use it to catch up on some reading or grab a bite to eat or ask for directions? Feel free to explore around the building too, and you just might find someone who's as bored as you are.

TRAVELING TOGETHER: Did you agree to meet up with someone before the ride? A friend, a date, possibly even someone you just met? Or maybe you had no choice in the matter. For better or worse the two of you are making the journey together, wherever you're headed. Hopefully you'll be able to find something to do or talk about to pass the time.

ROOM FOR ONE MORE: All the seats appear to be taken except for one, or maybe you just wanted an excuse to sit by one person in particular. They could be someone you've met before, or a total stranger you'd like to get to know, or it's possible you actually know them and this train ride just turned into an unexpected reunion.

UNITED OR REUNITED: Whether you're the one who rode the train here or the one arriving at the station, or you both took separate trains to the same place, you're anxious to see each other again after a long time apart. Though under special circumstances, this could actually be your first time meeting. Were you dreading this moment or is it everything you hoped for?

WILDCARD: Choose your own adventure.

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[kiddo did spend part of her life on a continent with magic trains]

( ota for shipping and smut if you want either of those. very open to all the listed scenarios and wildcards so feel free to introduce or ask me for ideas! )

Edited 2021-10-09 01:52 (UTC)

[really craving two scenarios involving standing near the walls on packed trains: 1) shippy/no sex: sakusa is really freaked out being on packed trains and is endeared by a partner who shields him from randos trying to crowd into his space, or 2) sexy: the train is so packed and sakusa has backed himself into a corner/wall to avoid people, but this means your chara accidentally or anonymously starts grinding against him. pref for non-penetrative orgasms for scenario 2, but also willing to involve penetrative germ kink stuff in a public bathroom either on the train or after deboarding.]

Edited 2021-10-09 02:36 (UTC)

[1918]

He could never sleep on trains. The movement kept pushing at his senses, setting off instincts. Besides which, the regular sounds blended too much, in his mind, into the regular noises of the cycling mechanical parts at the front.

Not that he wasn't tired. By all that was holy, he was tired. He was returning from a brief leave to Bavaria. His father...couldn't understand. Couldn't understand where the brash, boisterous boy who had left, four years earlier, had gone to. Couldn't comprehend the old man with cold, calm eyes had come from. Home felt...wrong. Too pretty, too much like the old stories. He could barely sleep there.

And here he was, heading back towards France, back towards the killing fields. All around him he saw the signs, too. The exhaustion in peoples' faces, the grim spectre of hunger over the land. The war was lost. And yet, here he was. And yet.

He lit a cigarette, shaking out the match after watching it burn for a moment. Did he have much longer? Or was he like the match? Did it matter?

[Present]

The future was strange to him. But it was...bright. Oh, there were such great challenges; challenges he could never have comprehended, battles of the figurative sort that had to be fought. But the cities, in comparison, shined. They rose higher and higher, beautiful and covered in glass. And perhaps best of all, it was how the world had mixed together.

He stood on the platform, watching a pair of students go by. What corners of the world had they come from, he wondered, or their families had come from? What stories were behind their laughter, their smiles?

He felt so apart. He was a sombre man of forty-nine, wearing a suit in an old cut. He had survived two World Wars - and then...fallen through time. They had termed it a 'portal event', or some such. Not that he understood it. But here he was, observing a future - a future he was delighted to see but wondered if he could ever be a part of.

He sighed, turning his head towards his minder.

"You realize I will be fine, 'out in the wild.' I survived your American air force, I can survive a train trip."

"Yeah, probably." Zatanna replies, shrugging and adjusting her sunglasses with the hand that isn't currently occupied by a steaming Sundollar's cup. "The concern's less about you getting lost somewhere in Queens and more about the phenomena that dragged you here."

She pauses, taking a sip of her coffee and crinkling her nose slightly at the bitterness.

"Magic's tricky. Without knowing exactly what caused it in the first place, it's hard to know whether or not it'll happen again."

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That was another thing. He had abstained, in the coffee shop - he couldn't even understand the menu, though his command of English was flawless. The strange combination of words, though - English and Italian mixed together so flagrantly, well. Enough of him wished to avoid looking the fool that he had said nothing. A fact parts of him regretted. He'd come here from the ashes of 1945 - he hadn't had a cup of real coffee since before the war, let alone something creative.

How had they made such things ordinary? Routine?

It was a thought that, for the moment, delayed his response by a second. "Magic," he repeated, with a slight sound of disbelief. "I would have called you a liar or a fool if you had told me this any other time - and yet, evidence of my eyes and all that."

He reaches into a pocket, pulling out the packet of cigarettes. Then, as one is already in his mouth, sees the 'no smoking' sign. With a sigh, and a muttered curse in German, he replaces it in the pack.

"I fail to understand why I was the target of it. Or the one chosen by it. I cannot think I was of any importance to it."

"Maybe you were, maybe you weren't." Zatanna replies, punctuating the sentence with another shrug. "Like I said, it's hard to say for sure without knowing whether this was a spell that someone deliberately cast, or some kind of freak accident, or something else entirely ... but I wouldn't scratch that possibility off the list entirely."

The PA lets out a soft chime, followed by a tinny-sounding, pre-recorded warning to keep back from the edge of the platform. The click-clack of the approaching train grows louder.

"Your life runs through a lot of big historical events, Hans." She says, glancing over her shoulder towards him. "There's power in that all by itself, but it also means that a lot of people know your name. Maybe they want to change the flow of events by taking you out of the equation, maybe they want to pull you out of the way of something bad ..."

She pauses for another sip of her coffee. "Hell, maybe someone was messing around with stuff they shouldn't have and just decided that they really wanted to meet you."

"I am aware," he said, with a note in his voice that was a mixture of sarcasm, resignation, and a deep, fundamental weariness.

"I never wanted fame," he added, looking for the approach of the train. "And if they are attempting to alter history by removing me, they will be deeply disappointed. If I represent anything, it is the futility of war."

The latter possibility has him shaking his head. "For the love of God, I hope not that last. I am aware of the people who believe there is some...glamour to war, to history. It is a disturbing thing indeed."

( dusted edition. )

[Interested in a Nat?]

( go ahead! )

[Any prefs on timeframe or scene?]

( voice testing )

[AUs, canon and cross canon all welcome. OTA for gen, 17+ OTA for ships.

If you try to hit on her she may stomp on you, just saying. She's very friendly though if you make it past her pervert filter. She'll also jump at the chance to protect kids or other women in particular -- or pretty much anyone who looks like they're weak and getting bullied.]

[AUs, canon and cross canon all welcome. OTA for gen, 21+ OTA for ships. Info here.

Sakie has a natural aphrodisiac effect that typically keeps her away from crowded trains or busy train stations. I'm definitely open to awkward situations though.]

[ lbr, he's asleep on the train if he isn't meticulously deciding which ekiben to buy before getting on. ]

[A new tech thing to poke at...sign him up.]

[voicetesting, open to any toku and especially any Saber chara]

(( Shipping Prefs; otherwise OTA! ))

(( Shipping wise I'd like to keep characters close to his age (17); otherwise OTA! ))

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