voidtreckernet | Video; Afternoon Catfish Day 23

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Video; Afternoon Catfish Day 23

Good afternoon, Voidtreckers. If I haven't met you yet, I'm Tony Stark. I have a few matters to discuss with all of you.

For those who are new to this train, please fill out the questionnaire that was attached to each ICP in the 'welcome packet'. Yes, these answers are kept strictly confidential and the only purpose for me collecting them is to find some kind of pattern in being brought here. For those who have been here longer, please check if you've completed all the questions as I've added a few. If this irritates you, blame Peter Parker.

Anyway, as requested, I'm going to be giving the Train Council a debriefing on my findings so far in the next few days. Spoiler alert, I've found very little patterns.

For anyone interested, I'll be posting a list of currently offered classes and at what time per week on the door going into the dining carriage. As of right now, there are yoga classes every morning at 8:30, people offering various types of sparring lessons, and I'll be starting school with a class on math and a class on science later this week. If you're interested, let me know so I can give you a pre-class test to see where your current level is.

Does anyone garden? I've been working on an update ventilation system since we have kids on the train and those who potential have compromised breathing. It occurred to me, we might benefit greatly if we started to add small gardens throughout the train. I'll create proper lighting. If someone can build some gardening boxes, that would also be appreciated. As of now I have a list of the items in the kitchen that can be planted for those who would enjoy such activities.

Lastly, is the damn book-demon idiot still occupying and being a pain in the ass in the garden carriage? You've got one hour to cut that out.

Feanor, come find me. We need to talk.

[ooc- The bold is OOC so people can skim this easier.]

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"It is, I believe I am permanently scarred now by the sheer amount of words you just used," Ton teased back. As much as he was joking around here, he was mulling over what he'd been told. His desire to fix it was strong, but the path on how to do so was very unclear.

"You won't. If you do, you have more people around who will smack you for it." Present company in particular. Although he hoped that promise went both ways. He could use someone willing to put him in his place if the need arose.

The response about his wife had Tony grinning devilishly and winked. "Maybe I should forget your wife and come after you, you sweet talker." He topped off both of their drinks and sighed. "I've wondered that myself, actually. After those inspectors, it seems like we should build some kind of protection around the train but.. when I did I sort of created a killer robot who massacred a whole bunch of people." He took a sip. "I've thought a lot about the trust people have given me here too. I don't want to let them down."

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"I think you'll live," Fëanor replies in a completely unfazed manner. "It could have been longer," he adds. "And in verse." He wraps his fingers around the cup and shakes his head as if he was seriously given thought to this option but decided to be generous and rejected it. "That would be severely incapacitating, however, and even I am not that cruel."

That is all. There's only so long he can joke about his past. Even as he does it, it's mainly for Tony's sake. No amount of lighthearted talk can ever change what happened, how it happened or his role in it.

Then Tony does it again. Fëanor chuckles. "Maybe you should," he blurts.

Then silence.

U-oh...

Tony can see as all color drains from Fëanor's face, his muscle tensing and fingers gripping the cup even firmer. Then there's a brief flash of expression that cannot be described other than panic. It's a moment, barely a heartbeat, it's gone in an instant.

He said it without thinking and now he worries he went a little too far with his comment. He'd hate to offend Tony by suggesting anything undecent.

He'd ... hate?

It's not difficult to feel at ease in the other's man company. That's for sure. At ease some much that he let his guard down? So much he now cares what he would think? It seems impossible. Yet there it is. Clear as day, the evidence.

Curufinwë Fëanáro is capable of caring.

About someone else who is not himself. Or his immediate family.

Shocking.

How did that even happen?

Tony laughs, picturing how 'awful' that speech would've been as a poem or song. God help them all! "You know there is a man on board who specifically seeks out ways of making routine things more difficult for the fun of it. You may have seen him shortly after we arrived- Wei Yang? He was walking around wearing a blindfold for a few reasons, but one was to add to the challenge of learning the lay of the land, so to speak. Maybe sometime you should challenge him to speak only in verse."

He took a sip and chuckled again at Feanor's flirt back. He didn't think hardly anything about the response besides he found it amusing. However, as he set his drink down, he noticed the strong but strange reaction Feanor was having.

"What's happening? Are you alright?" He asked, unsure what would make the other man pale of all things! "Is it anxiety?" Over what, he had no clue. He reached out and put a hand lightly on Feanor's arm.

Fëanor exhales. "It's fine," he says. "I'm fine. I truly am. You have nothing to worry about." He even manages to smile. This is not Valinor. Things are simpler here. And that is an incredibly reassuring thought.

About that verse though...

"That would be Wei Ying. I saw him wearing that blindfold earlier but I assumed he was injured."

Fëanor understands a need for a challenge but why make things harder in such unproductive ways? Not that he's particularly keen on investigating that particular mystery. The man can be as odd as he wants if that makes his time on the train easier to bear. Unless he'd start being disruptive or a nuisance to others, Fëanor won't say a word. Even if he'll judge him for it.

He looks at Tony with barely a hint of a smirk. Speaking of challenges. "You wouldn't like to participate in such a contest?" he asks.

Tony was reluctant to let whatever that was go. Feanor had clearly gotten upset by something, but the inventor was well aware of how stubborn the elf could be. If he didn't want to share what happened, he wouldn't. "If you're sure.." He was far from convinced.

He snaps his fingers as the name that had eluded him was mentioned. "Yes, Wei. That's it. He has eighteen trillion names like your family does. Actually it was sort of medical. Something about the Void was bothering him." He had yet to understand how the Void could be 'loud' but he knew a loon when he saw one. Fortunately for Wei Ying, Tony liked that particular loon.

He hadn't thought about doing it himself. It could be interesting if given the right context. "I could be talked into it. I tried the kid's 'the floor is lava' game but that ended up being too stupid for me. There was no winners or real objectives, just standing on furniture for no reason."

"Oh? So it was the Void? I'm not surprised then." Contrary to Tony, Fëanor knows exactly what is so bothering in the Void. He can still hear it sometimes. He has touched his first planned project for that very reason. Even if he has all the tools and materials now.

"That's interesting though that it happened to him. I thought they were humans." Then he realises he must have sounded rather cryptic and adds. "The Void sings." He explains then stops, lacking good words to describe it. "It's like a choir of voices. Multitudes upon multitudes. They do not sing in unison, there are no words to it and yet there's a theme, some semblance of sense, of purpose. It's not really discordant and it doesn't feel evil. Just... different. It's beautiful and deeply unsettling at the same time." Another pause. There was a time when they could hear it all over the train. Not only in the passageways between carriages.
"Last time we all heard it, all the Eldar, when the Inspectors came." Fëanor is still unsure if the dread was caused by the Inspectors themselves or was it really the Void seeping in.

"Standing on furniture?" Fëanor laughs more freely at the sole concept of this silly little game. "I can see it's exactly the kind of absurdity my sons would like. Not Nelyo or Kano, no, but the younger? They'd jump straight into it." Especially, the twins. "I'm surprised Curufin didn't want to take part in it."
Though probably he shouldn't. Not nearly dangerous enough for his thrill-seeking son.

Was Feanor joining the loon club? Wow, yes, yes he was. He raised an eyebrow when Feanor began but that shifted to a general, concentrated frown as he listened. "It.. sings?" While he was skeptical of what he was hearing, he had more faith in Feanor than to simply dismiss this information, particularly with their multiple conversations on elven magic.

"How does it sound compared to the music you've described your magic as?" He wondered what Joss had been experiencing back then. He'd heard voices and been so upset. It still broke his heart to think of the boy suffering.

He chuckled at the idea of Feanor's fully grown sons wanting to play a game like that. "Maybe we can create an adult version that would actually be fun."

"I don't know if it's the property of the Void itself or is it a presence. Something there. Some kind of beings."

His mind goes to the Ainur. Not the Powers of Arda. All the other ones. Those that did not descend into the world even if they took part in the music of creation. He knows so little about them. Is it possible it's them?

"It's not the same. Our Song often has words but it doesn't have to. The Void, how it sounds. There are no words that I recognize." Not even on a level of not knowing the exact meaning but sensing the idea behind it. "Yet there is some regularity to it. It is not random. As if there was a mind, or rather minds, behind it yet I cannot comprehend it. It's..." He pauses. There's only one word he can use. But it's wrong and right at the same time. He doesn't like it. "Alien. It's not hostile but it's not friendly either. If anything it seems indifferent."

Fëanor can fully understand why someone might consider the eerie voices scary. They are.

"I wonder if we can communicate with it. There has to be some frequency that could penetrate through these walls and let us send signals to this thing." That's a good plan. Let's just find a way to get this thing's attention when they can't defend themselves against it.

"Have you spoken with any of the people from the future like Luke or Cal? They harness something known as the Force and can sense things. It seems similar to magic. Maybe we should see if they can get some kind of sense from it too?"

"Usually, I'd be first to suggest communication but I don't like the fact we have no defense against even mundane threats."

A question returns, one he tried to banish from his mind for months. What if the void that the Void Train travels through is the Eternal Darkness? They just don't see it as dark. This cacophony of lights is so blinding it could as well be darkness.

What if the Enemy is out there. He's definitely someone whose attention he wouldn't like to attract.

So it takes him before he responds to Tony's question.

"No, I have not. Not yet at least. It might be wise to gather all that are able to sense the void and compare our observations."

"Alright, but can I be there when you admit to a bunch of twenty year old idiots that you hear the Void singing to you?" Tony asked with a laugh. "Please? And I might need pictures."

As much as he was joking about this, he was thinking of it in a more serious nature internally. If he and others from his home world were here, that meant Thanos was somewhere out there too. He wondered if even with all of their power they could take on that force.

It was much easier to joke than to deal with whatever fears were coming up over that thought.

"Are you really asking me to draw you Void voices, Tony?" Look, he finds it hilarious too.

Light devouring spiders or whip-wielding fire demons were not the only horrors that lurked in the darkness surrounding the realms of Arda. Laughing in the face of danger has a long tradition in his family. So does getting into one on one duels with undefeatable foes and similar acts of irrationally stupid courage. Glorious deeds worthy of song, guaranteed to get you killed. You, and anyone you ever loved and cared for.

"Still, kids or not, we should talk to them."

Did he just say we?

"I wasn't actually, but now I am. Are you unfamiliar with photos?" Despite their jabbing back and forth, that question, at least, was said in a Tony version of respectful tone. He was legitimately asking if he needed to introduce this to his friend or not.

The edge of his lip curled upward a bit at the 'we'. What would the kids call this? A bromance? Whatever it was, it was clearly present here.

"You say when and we'll give it a try."

Fëanor nods. "I am. For anything more than the fact that they exist," he admits.

"I heard them mentioned but not much more than that." He heard but ultimately judged it would be useless for him so he didn't express any interest. Elves have perfect memory. There are paintings and tapestries but they are art forms not means of preservation.

It looks he might have dismissed the concept all too quickly.

Tony frowned thoughtfully, considering this.

"I bet Peter has some pictures on his phone or I have some on my computer. Next time you're bored, I'll show you what's the big deal about them. It's fun to capture memories that way and be able to show others."

He suspected as much. The elves have their ways of sharing memories with each other. Tony has heard Maglor sing so he should have some idea what are those ways and how vivid can those memories be. It is only natural that humans who don't have the ability to communicate as elves directly from mind to mind would develop other ways to achieve the same end.

So he smiles.

"I'd love to."

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