'Your VoidTrip and You; A Survival Guide'

- The VoidTrecker is a Void/Space train. We all felt a pull to board it.

- Keep your ticket on you at all time. It's Important.

- There are Team Leaders. We will introduce ourselves to you.
Tony Stark for Red, Ignis for Blue, Curufin for Orange, and Sarai, Dread (he's nice, I promise), and Luke for Purple.

- The train has a leadership board known as the Train Council. Please see a council member if you have needs or concerns.
Tony Stark (moderator), Ignis, Sarai, Dread, Feanor, Ash, Lightning, and Reigen.

- No, we don't know where we're headed or what the ultimate destination is or how long this will take, so we all need to try and get along at the very least.

- Every one of us, adult or child, has been brought here by unknown forces and we're all from differing worlds. Dimensions. Universes.

- Yes, we have proof and yes there really are kids on board.

- None of those you'll meet here are responsible for this nor do we know how to get home.

- We don't know why we're here, not yet anyway. We haven't been able to speak with the conductor. Yes, we have tried. We have also tried and failed to get into the engine carriage and the walls. Nothing we have can breakthrough whatever it is, and trying to break into that or break the walls can be dangerous both to you and others.

- We make stops sometimes.
1) Every two weeks and it's a platform like the one you were just on where new people board and sometimes passengers leave.
2) Every month (about) we're given a mission to assist a world in a crisis. We're split into our teams and given team-specific objectives. So far all of these missions have been very legitimately in crisis and in need of our help. Some people stay behind on the train or if there is a station on the world. We stay on a world for about a week until these missions are complete.

- Disappearances happen in two ways.
1) Temporarily- Sometimes, for some unknown reason, people vanish and return with no memory of what happened when they disappeared. Don't be alarmed if you wake up in a suitcase in the luggage car. It's not locked and you can get out. So far no one has come back harmed in anyway, though the time they've disappeared varies. Yes, it's weird we know.
2) They leave on a platform like you may have seen. They aren't responsive to anything around them and most people who leave that way don't come back. In one case, the person had no memory of being here before and the other one did. There is a theory that the more involved in the train life you get, the less likely you will leave permanently like this, but it's still just a theory.

- Charlotte -the giant spider- is friendly and intelligent. (yes, really.) She is also known as 'Ede' and 'Arma'. The smallish pink, winged rabbit-creature you'll see around the train is Princess. He belongs to me (Eva), and is also friendly.

- We have some well-known individuals on board who might be famous characters of fiction or from the media. For instance, Luke Skywalker is onboard. Please don't fanperson over him; he doesn't enjoy it.



Fill out the questionnaire attached and give it back to Tony Stark. He is actively working on ways to get us home. He's looking for patterns as to why we were abducted and for what purpose. You can keep this guide.

"You're probably going to want to keep that on," she'd told her adopted brother as they exited the train at the stop to her world. "I don't know how much our languages are mutually intelligible."

They could be - his name certainly sounded Kantan enough, but she didn't want to risk it and not that she's taking hers off, either. Look, she speaks just enough Alolan to get by, but not nearly enough for this trip.

If she was honest, that first step of the train was- terrifying but at the same time, freeing.

She'd never been more happier to see familiar sunlight on a familiar blue sky than when the doors opened. It wasn't the final stop and it wouldn't be, for either of them. After she'd shown him her world, she wanted to see his, to experience Duel Monsters the way it was supposed to be.

Her world. Arkea. Alola. Home. She could already smell the salt air, hear the ocean and all the familiar sounds of life as she knew it. There was the familiar, welcome weight of her pokeballs, of her team. Of the pokegear around her neck -a check of time revealed it was noon-hour on the same day she'd left. Well, ok...?. Ahh whatever. That can be dealt with later, but at least it explained what she couldn't hear the sound of battles.

But, it did not matter. This was home and they'd disembarked on the grounds of the facility and its collection of buildings collectively known as the Battle Tree. She could stand and stare and marvel for hours, if not days.

Yet, for now- she had a promise to keep, one that was years in the making since she'd first told him of porygon and their shells, or so it felt.

"We're around the back, probably near where we store the extra teleporters." Which are pokemon, but details. "Come on. We'll teleport over to Heahea City and build you a porygon, and they have high-end breeders with baby dragons. I'll pay, so don't think, just get what you want."

Just depends on what he wanted to do first in this world. She was but the guide and bank.

Also, if Seto looks skyward, there is a bright blue day star a handspan from the sun. This world, it seems, might have two suns.

There was something to be said about staring up the burgeoning night sky after a day of training Wingthing along the coast just outside Canalave's jurisdiction. Maybe it was because it was summer and both moons were full, a shining rarity in the sky, even if the smaller had a negligible impact on everything at best. Or maybe it was the fact Princess had settled back on his hunches as he stared up at them.

Nor did it take long for the clefairy's wings to shimmer and glow, nor to defy gravity and logic. His wings were too small for actual flight. Not that they were for flight, unlike a clefables. No. A clefairy's wings simply gave maneuverability as they zipped about the air, going no higher than seven feet off the ground at most. Sometimes he even just hovered there and stared at the moon.

"Mood-addled, that's what you are." There's a fondness to Eva's voice though and a smile on her face.

It seems like she's alone, but there's another pokemon not far away; an aerodactyl, the massive pokemon still feeding on the remains of a rather large dragonair.

Or it was until it's massive head swings up, eyes tracking to something as a low rumble escapes its throat.

Eva's instantly on her feet, hand dropping to her (full) pokebelt. "Who's there?"

(from here!)

"Yeah, sure," Eva says with a hand wave. Her fall asleep in the middle of talking? Hahaha no. yes.

"Anyway, blakkī are... hmm. Depends on who you ask, but the general consensus is that, wild at least, they're a natural state triggered by social-ecological demands tied with contact to a moonstone. Do you follow so far?"