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Boarding went smoothly. Passengers boarded at a calm clip and joined those already present until the car reached slightly beyond comfortable capacity. Strangers stood shoulder to shoulder in the standing areas, though they left enough room in the aisle to accommodate people wishing to change seats. All seats were soon filled, with two to a row on either side of the aisle. Capacity was twenty-eight for seating, leaving the car packed with around forty denizens in the midst of prime travel time.

Each seat was of simple ergonomic design with violet carpeted seat covers. The lot of them faced forward with narrow leg room so taller passengers often stood. Each row received a letter, and each seat received a number - seats started in the top left with A1, following each subsequent letter in the alphabet, and ended in F4 at the bottom right. A simple metal label mounted to the top of the seat confirmed the row and seat number - an outmoded practice from the times when the subway issued assigned seats - but the numbers no longer mattered in free seating. There are privacy screens toward the back of the car for people who intend to sleep until they reach their next stop and want to do so without prying eyes.

Agents who boarded these trains were given orders to take seating, as the slumping inherent from a starseed stolen could easily pass as sleep. Standing parties proved the much riskier targets, and Brimstone warned that stealth was tantamount to the mission's success. Pulling from standing individuals should only be done in a time of dire need, and if the operation reached that point, then meeting up with a Captain or General (or constituent senshi) was the far better plan. General Brimstone also prided himself on how he staffed participating agents among the cars, citing that he left an officer who can teleport among every car.

General Brimstone also composed the organization for this operation at three in the morning, so he felt particularly proud that day.

The trains progressed in a large completed circuit, so anyone who missed their stop would be able to reach it by simply waiting on the train until it circled back around. The train always stopped at each platform on its route, eliminating the need for the bell alerts like on busses. This rendered the subway both dependable and predictable, thus earning its common use.

Of course, the fact that it hadn't yet been the target of terrorist activity warmed people's hearts greatly.

Every powered character has the ability to communicate with other characters outside of this thread! Whether that's via standard cell phone, knight signet ring, senshi cell phone, or Negaverse crystal is up to you!

Communication is good for letting others know which train a character is on, and to notify others that something might be up on said train. This will become especially useful when strange things start happening to the train! Communication is optional, but giving someone on the platform a status update might help stop the car!

Communication becomes significant at a later date (after the roll portion has concluded)!

In order to chat with someone on the platform, please quote the player with the text or verbal message that their character receives. Be sure to denote which of their characters you're chatting with, as they may have multiple characters in the platform area!

Likewise, chatting is completely optional! Your characters can remain asocial for the whole of the event if they please!

saving this too cos i suck like that

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Rebalite patiently waited amongst the crowds of people as they filtered onto the train. Already it appeared that it was going to be a fairly full care. Excellent. It would make things easier for the mission.

Rebalite situated himself towards the back corner of the car. His height made it a bit awkward for him to sit, but orders were orders. Plus, he wasn't going to argue against sound instructions. It didn't take long for the seats beside him to fill up as well, and he quickly found himself feeling uncomfortable by the proximity of people and the heat. He had thrown on a long coat to hide his uniform, but also for the fact that said coat had fairly deep pockets.

A young woman to his left, who was nestled in the corner seat was already making herself comfortable. Headphones were in, her head was back against the seat, and her eyes were closed. Such a perfect opportunity that he wasn't about to miss.

Rebelite waited until any possible roving eyes were not in his direction before, with a practiced hand, he sunk his hand into the young womans chest, snagged her starseed, and placed his bounty into a pocket. At most, the woman looked like she had completely fallen asleep in moments.

Stealth lvl: 116

Stibnite had been one of the first onto her car, quickly taking a seat more in the back corner so that her eyes could watch who filled into the car and where. This was far from what she had wanted to do today but orders were orders. Last thing she wanted was them using her starseed (did she even have one?) in their experiments.

Not to mention she had been out of the loop for a few weeks so it wasn't like she could say no. Back into the action.

So she sat in her seat for a moment as others came around her. Eyes closed, hood pulled over. Lucky for Stibnite, her uniform looked like something kids wore these days.

As the car began to fill though, she used the sudden shuffling to her advantage. "Oh, sorry." She whispered, falling into the man to her left. What no one saw was as she pulled back and adjusted herself, she pocketed the first of the many starseeds to count. The man next to her appeared to have just slipped away to dream land.

Stealth: 115

Silas was capable of driving, but sometimes there were occasions when someone else in the family needed the other car. When these occasions came around, he coped with minimal grumbling. He was a good walker, and there was always, of course, the trains. Today he had gone around town for some excursions and explorations, and the train would be what he used to get home. He plopped into a seat (one of the few left, anyway) and began fiddling with his phone and earbuds to get some music going for the ride home. He noted with chagrin that someone had put a crapton of Fall Out Boy in his music library. Sure, that kind of music was fun and all, but it wasn't entirely his style most of the time. He sighed, scrolled to the Metallica, and put Hero of the Day on play. Strong, but not too strong.

Five minutes into the ride and not for the first time, Hitch was sorely regretting all of his choices today. 'Sore' was the key word; everything still ******** hurt. Yeah, he was healing, but not fast enough. Bruises alone took long enough to fade, and what he'd gotten was worse than that. He stared firmly down at his feet, teeth gritted, and sorely wished he hadn't slipped out alone. Yes it was a big day, yes he was getting the stitches out (probably), but ******** wouldn't it have been nice to have his lover's arm hooked in his own instead of strangers from every ******** he wanted a ******** he wanted to sit ********, he wanted to go home.

He squeezed his eyes shut, only to have them snap open when some poor soul just happened to bump him as the train rounded a turn, right into his ******** back, and he tensed, sucking a sharp breath between clenched teeth. "Can you watch where the ******** you're going?!" he snapped, because it was better to snap than to yelp and <******** this s**t okay.

Peter snorted at Haven’s response, but made no further comment. “Geniuses, sure, but just as snobby, usually,” he said with a shrug. “It’s not bad, though. I hate the uniform, but as long as the teacher lets us take off our jackets in the classroom, it’s fine. The science classes are great, but would you believe me if I said I wished there was more physical education courses? They’ve got pretty small sports teams. I have no idea why anyone would think to watch their baseball team for recruiting, but somehow Chris got noticed,” he explained, in a pretty good mood. This was probably the longest time in which Haven hadn’t insulted him in one way or another.

Or maybe it was just a clear sign that he was actually growing up a little, if small things like that didn’t bother him.

“Huh? Did she really?” he practically sputtered and turned to openly stare at the woman in question, but it didn’t look as though she was going to turn their way. “Did you actually see her take something? Should I call the police? They could probably meet us at the next station. We could always try to detain her if she really is a pickpocket,” he said with a frown, his eyes narrowing in preparation for the woman to make eye contact with him so he could let her know they were on to her. If she was super sketchy about it, then they’d know for sure.

But luckily for her, he also caught sight of someone he did know. “Hey, is that Chailee? From the dance. Hey,” he called to get her attention, although it didn’t have to be too loud since she was just across the aisle from them. “You remember us, right? Peter and Haven,” he indicated to himself and then to Haven. He wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t recognize him with his almost shaggy hair gone and replaced with a much more modern undercut style.