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The platform covers vast dimensions, thanks to the ample foresight of civil engineers. Fitted with simple white floor tile and grout that has been blackened with age, it attracts minimal attention from travelers. Large pillars are spaced at thirty-foot increments to bolster the ceiling and have been painted by Meadowview High students from a school project long ago. Against the wall opposite the track hang a handful of paintings from these students, one for each year that illustrated various Knightside and Meadowview attendees boarding the trains. Beyond that, the walls were a simple white and sported the usual wear and tear cracks from the building showing its age.

Turnstiles were built into the wall periodically, and boasted a height that rendered jumping over them impossible. Naturally, as with any subway, the corners and areas around the turnstiles smelled deeply of urine. The corners and points where floor met wall looked visibly dirty, as if janitors scrubbed the grime into these cracks and built up a slope over the years.

Around seventy feet from the turnstiles, the platform peters off into an eight-foot drop, in which the track sits against concrete flooring. The track uses electric multiple units, meaning the rails are electrified to promote rapid transit. A surfeit of warning signs are posted around the track thusly, both to warn against the fall, the threat of train, and potential death via electric shock. Additionally, red lines taped just beyond the edge denote the closest that a passenger can stand without boarding a train.

The width of the platform is, at bare minimum, 120 feet. Part of the platform cuts away to make room for a small office, the door perpetually closed with a placard reading 'employees only'. Inside, a host of computers monitor the train and operate it remotely. This door often stays locked, but a swift kick would open it abruptly.

Negaverse agents are stationed around the platform itself, and are allowed to sit on benches while they wait for the train. General Brimstone has instructed to swap onto other trains while the rest stand guard, though there may be a general suspicion that their antics would inevitably draw trouble.

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!

This means walk-ins are welcome!

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Negas have been spotted! Transformation begins! Also there's a blaring fire alarm going off, no thanks to Squire Pompeii!

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Between the presence of recognized terrorists and Princess Polaris' announcements, the crowds are no longer complacent. People scattered from each other, pushed upon each other, and crushed strangers against the turnstiles in an attempt to evacuate the platform in a panic. These fear-stricken residents prove far more difficult targets for covert starseeding!

It will, however, take some time for the crowds attending the platform to peter out. In the interim, anyone present on the platform will find it impossible to escape, unless they wanted to chance beating the train to one of the utility offshoots. This means characters are temporarily unable to escape!

Made a slight rules edit! Instead of rolling 1-3 and then 1-5, anti-Negaverse characters must choose a train car to adjust and roll 1-5 in that post!

“Your mom said she’d meet us at this station, right?” Chris Gallo asked his wife as they stood along the platform, waiting for the cars to arrive. He and Paris had offered to pick them up before they went out for dinner that night, so of course he would want to meet up with them as soon as they were at the station. He didn’t want them wandering around the city if they didn’t have to.

There were a lot more people than he remembered there being the last time he was there. Of course, the last time he actually remembered being there was about four years ago. So maybe public transportation had grown more popular in the past few years, or something to that effect.

“Hmm?”

Paris looked up from her phone, with which she had just been scrolling through Facebook. It took a moment for what Chris had asked to process through her brain, but when it did she was sure to nod her answer. “Oh, yeah, she'll be here eventually. Rhiannon's coming, too. I told you that, didn't I? You made the reservations for four like I asked you to, right?”

Normally Paris took care of those things herself. Chris had the bad habit of being a little forgetful when it came to things like dates and reservations. But with Chris's part in the baseball season cut to an early end after his meeting with Laurelite, she figured he needed things to do to keep him occupied, and she'd been very busy getting things ready for the babies, so...

“She texted me to say they were on their way ten minutes ago, so they should be here soon,” she said.

Paris stood with Chris toward the back of the platform rather than standing in the midst of the crowd. From here Chris should be able to see over the heads of most of the people wandering about. He'd be able to pick out her mother and cousin when they got off the train. Paris, on the other hand, kept bouncing up onto her tips-toes every so often, but her view was mostly blocked by a sea of bodies.

Aquamarine was livid.

There he was, sat on one of the benches with his arms and legs firmly crossed, still a Lieutenant while Jet—Jet, who liked to get himself into trouble and had the bad habit of getting beaten up (and dragging his friends into messy situations)—strutted around all, “Look at me, I'm a Captain.”

Whoever had thought to promote him was seriously off their rocker.

Not that Jet hadn't made the effort for the promotion. He certainly showed a lot of effort. It was just that Aquamarine had been a part of the Negaverse for just as long and he still hadn't managed to earn his own promotion, even though he met his energy quota and didn't get pummeled on a regular basis. Seriously, what more did he have to do to prove himself?

So here he was, following orders, ready to partake in another mission. He had a coat on over his uniform to hide the silly winged epaulets and the fancy embellishments, and a hat pulled low over his head to throw shadows over his face.

Every once in a while he threw a glare in Jet's direction, just so the jerk would know that he was pissed off at him and not likely to forgive him any time soon.

Luca had dragged Kayla out for a little shopping trip, though unfortunately the trip was more for business than pleasure. Both of them needed to get supplies for school, and Luca's list was more extensive than Kayla's by quite a bit.

Kayla held up the two lists side-by-side, eyeing them critically. "You need blankets, pillows, sheets, a lamp, a rug, microwave dinners, and...? This list is huge." At the moment, she was thanking goodness that she still had two years (well, one year, really, but details) to go before she had to even think about getting ready for college. "You should check stores online. It'd save you time and you can get everything delivered. But wait, then there's shipping... what about Amazon Prime?"

"You and your bargains," Luca mumbled.

"My coupon clipping has gotten me far, thank you very much," Kayla said before handing Luca's list back to her. "I wonder when the train will get back here. I want this over and done with.



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Ezra was waiting to surprise Silas at the train station. Just a little friendly ambush and teasing to help him shake off the day, that was all. He was feeling the back to school blues super hard; two girls nearby were comparing shopping lists or something, and he had other things he wanted to spend money on other than emergency ramen and notebooks. He wanted to take some friends out to dinner some time, and the back to school budget was trumping it.

He got bored waiting for the train to come, so he began to pace back and forth. Eventually, something caught his attention: the guitar player chilling out over there. Well, if Silas wasn't around to tease, another victim would do for the time being. He stalked over to the guitar player with a cocky grin on his face. "So... Freebird? Can you play that?"

Why the hell did his mom decide to tell him to 'go be nice and see your cousin' today? It was a gross day. It was hot down in the subway, people smelled like crap and sweaty balls, and looked like it too! That was rather broad, to be honest. SOME looked liked that. Others were rather well dressed. Fancy buisness people off and about like they actually have something to do, lots of people in long coats. What the hell was this, a long coat fashion contest? The thought caused Benji, who meandered around at the platform with headphones on smirk to himself as he weaved through people, wondering how long it would take for another cop to get mad at him for having rollerblades on at this time.

It was truly, TRULY the only way he could tolerate being with that little d**k of a cousin of his. Put rollerblades on and try to keep away from him. Little kids liked playing chased, and his nasty little sticky hands couldn't catch him going that fast. But of course the subway cops had a thing or two to say about him on them. Sadly for them, too many days standing around doing nothing made them slow and he simply stuck his tongue out at whoever tried to slow him down.

That was, until he lost track of where he was going and bumped into some raggedy looking man with a sweatshirt on ("In this weather, seriously?" Benji thought to himself.).

"OI! You may be havin' fun sitting there looking like a hobo, but you should stand somewhere out of the way!" Benji was growling words out from between his teeth as he pivoted on his skatebreak and turned to face the jerk there. He wasn't all that upset about it, but he couldn't help it. It was hot, he had a good four hours of 'play time' to look foward to, and stars knew if he were to let his anger seep out to that brat his mom would burn his plants that he hid in his closet. Like hell he was going to let her do that, not when the mint was finally growing! Not that he had to keep it in the closet, but he was looking forward to the day his mom called the cops on him for growing 'pot' in the closet.

"Are you daft too?! It's hot as Satan's balls out here too and you're standing around looking like a weirdo!"