Solo write&n

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Solo write&n

Solo write

 

Greetings! I have decided to to a solo write.

The story will be about a group who boards a train, but arrives at the wrong destination.

I would like five characters, please. The names should be a single name/word, such as Silver or Susan, but the character can be your CB name.

Note: the train company will provide changes of clothes and toiletries (toothbrush, towel, etc)

Form

Name:  

Gender/pronouns:

Best personality trait:

Worst personality trait:

Luggage:

Species (human, half-cat, sylvari [plant person], half-dragon):

Anything else important: 

submitted by Wildfire, age untold, Muspellheim
(October 10, 2021 - 12:48 pm)

back to the Inkwell

LOL--Yes!

... What is this 'entertaining picture' though?

It looks like a...

a....

um?....

 

No idea.

:D

 

Cool thread, by the way! 

submitted by Pickles'ncheeese., age 2020202020, Crustycornerton.
(November 10, 2021 - 11:29 am)

Idk what the picture is. I just fiddled with the paint app one day while I was bored. I posted it because I kept forgetting to post the story.

submitted by Wildfire
(November 10, 2021 - 9:34 pm)

I finally started the story! Woo-hoo! (note: The story will be narrated from alternate points of view, but all in first person. The introduction is narrated by the Phantom Express superviser.

 

The Other Track

By Wildfire

 

There’s
something wrong on this train. The obvious difference is that the train,
instead of heading from Yemthas to Eneresha or back again, will travel from
Eneresha to Grapvale. The latter two are almost quadruple the distance of the
former two, so it’ll be a much longer journey than usual.

But that’s
not what’s bothering me. I’ve been in charge of the Phantom Express for a bit
more than five years, and the staff is more apprehensive than I’ve ever seen
them. Before every journey, they worry about whether or not the guests will get
along; or that one waiter who can’t keep his sticky fingers away from the guests’
valuables, or even if we stocked enough food, drinks and bedding.

But none
of those are what’s bothering them, either. There’s just an aura of dread and
mistakes, and I don’t know how to fix it. There’s something wrong on this train.

submitted by Wildfire, age untold, Muspellheim
(October 24, 2021 - 2:32 pm)

*sigh* The formatting didn't go through. Oh,well.

submitted by Wildfire
(October 24, 2021 - 3:20 pm)

Hi!!! can I join or this post done??

submitted by Leaf , age Ucountable, Mirkwood
(October 27, 2021 - 7:09 am)

Yes, Leaf, you may join, just note that you will be a minor/supporting character who will not take a turn narrating.

submitted by Wildfire
(October 27, 2021 - 12:59 pm)

I really enjoyed this!  I like how you narrated it through the supervisor and the sense of wrongness you conveyed through out the whole piece.  I look forward to the next part!

submitted by Peregrine
(October 27, 2021 - 10:19 am)
Dr. Ruthie
Annoyed, I exhale a tendril of flame. The train is late. It should have arrived at eight o’clock, but it’s now eight twenty-three.  My tail thrashes around my feet, almost knocking over my suitcase. Take a deep breath, I tell myself. 
I distract myself with my surroundings. The dingy concrete floor stretches out, rough and gray. Above me, the glass ceiling acts as a skylight, letting in much needed sunlight to the gloomy underground station. Wooden beams hold everything together. Invading everything are soon-to-be passengers, waiting for the train, just like me.
Finally, finally, I hear a ghostly whistle. The jet-black Phantom Express pulls up. The supervisor steps out of double doors near the front of the train. She bellows, “Eight o’clock train to Grapvale!” Five passengers, including myself, board. Looks like I’ll be journeying with two humans, a half-cat, and a mouse. This’ll be an interesting mix. 
But never mind about the other passengers for now. I have to get my stuff onto the train and settled in. I haul my suitcase up the steps and onboard the Phantom Express. The interior radiates comfort, but not extravagance. The chairs are simple in design, but comfortable. Only a few pieces of artwork adorn the walls. 
“That looks heavy. Want some help?” 
I startle, dropping the suitcase just shy of my foot. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m Mazatl. I’m the service attendant. If you need anything, come see me. So, want help with that suitcase?” he asks again.
“No, thank you. I’m good.” I drop off my luggage in my sleeping carriage. What to do now? I suppose I’ll go meet the other passengers. 
submitted by Wildfire
(October 27, 2021 - 7:26 pm)
I meander to the common area. The only other person who seems to have finished unpacking is one of the humans. He sits at a table, hunched over a book, occasionally scribbling something in it. “Hello. My name is Dr. Ruthie. What’s yours?” I ask.
He glances up. “Redenall.” He looks back at the book and continues writing. Not much of a conversationalist. I sit in a nearby armchair, daydreaming of nothing in particular. I am startled out of my reverie by the half-cat. “I’m Tsuki!” she exclaims.
“And I’m Dr. Ruthie,” I say.
“I hope the train gets going soon! I’m going on a vacation. I heard there’re some really nice hiking trails up in Grapvale. What about you?”
“I’m traveling for work. I’ll be testing some new potion ingredients.”
Tsuki’s face lights up. “Potions! What kind do you make?”
“Oh, mostly ones to allow things like invisibility or breathing underwater.” Our conversation is interrupted by Mazatl’s voice. “Everyone’s settled in, so we’re setting off for Grapvale! You should secure your breakable belongings.” I trot off to make sure my potions are safe on my bed. I don’t want the glass to shatter.
submitted by Wildfire
(October 27, 2021 - 7:45 pm)

HOORAY

I can't wait for the next part:D 

submitted by Tsuki the Skywolf, age many moons
(October 28, 2021 - 7:43 am)
Silver
 The Phantom Express is underway. I’m really excited because I get to visit my niece up in Grapvale. I haven’t seen her since last year. 
As I sort through my purple tote bag, making sure nothing is broken; I notice that my laptop is missing. Oh, well. I must have misplaced it somewhere. I’ll go find it later. 
Padding softly into the hallway, I look around for the other travelers. I see nobody, so I go through the door at the end of the hallway. It opens to reveal the common area, with lots of comfy armchairs and small tables. I greet the three people inside. “My name is Silver,” I say softly. 
“Dr. Ruthie.”
“Tsuki.”
“Redenall.” 
I hear all of them speak at once. “Um, nice to meet you,” I respond. From behind me comes another voice. “And I’m Anonymouse, but you can call me Anon.” I move to the side to allow them through. All the passengers are here. 
We all chat for a good hour about ourselves and the reasons we’re heading to Grapvale. I learn that Dr. Ruthie is traveling for work, and Anon and Tsuki are on vacation. Redenall is mixing business and pleasure, and he’s going to get information for a book he’s writing. “And I’m visiting my niece, Raina.”
As soon as I speak, the Phantom Express comes jarringly to a halt. Redenall’s puzzle book falls off the table, Tsuki falls out of her chair, Dr. Ruthie breathes a plume of flame, Anon grabs the table, and I go sprawling. Redenall helps me up. “Are you okay?” he asks worriedly.
“Yes, just surprised,” I answer, “and confused.” After all, what happened? And then I see my laptop, dislodged from underneath one of the chairs. I lift it carefully and inspect it for damage. It seems fine. Stuck to the top is a post-it note. Written on that are the words: ‘Sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it, but I just had to.’ Why did whomever it was ‘have to’? 
I show everyone the note. “Was it any of you who took my laptop? I’m not mad; I have it back, but I want to know who took it,” I say. All replies are in the negative. Nobody did it. I guess it might be one of the staff, but I don’t know.
The train starts moving again. It was odd enough that it stopped, but now it’s as if the halt never happened. Mazatl strolled in. “Do you want anything? We’ll be serving lunch soon,” he informs us.
Redenall speaks up. “Why did the train stop?”
“Stop?” Mazatl frowns in confusion.
“Yes, stop. Why did the train stop so suddenly? Is something wrong with it?” Redenall queries again.
“But the Phantom Express didn’t stop.” Tilting his head, Mazatl stares. “What are you on about?” We look at each other, all in agreement.
“Never mind,” Redenall waves a hand in dismissal.
I raise a hand. “Oh, one more thing! Do you know who took my laptop?” Mazatl denies, “No, of course not.” He leaves without making eye contact.

After lunch, I relax on my bed, playing games on my rescued laptop. There’s something off aboard the train. My laptop going missing, the train stopping, and Mazatl denying both. I don’t know exactly what’s wrong, but we, the passengers, will have to do something about it.
submitted by Wildfire
(October 28, 2021 - 4:02 pm)

Very mysterious, and it leaves me wanting more!  I like how you are portraying Redenall; antisocial at times but still friendly.

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