Welcome to the fictional train fight!
This is a poll blog inspired by blogs like @bestfictionaldivorce, @best-appliance-tournament, @topdisease, @bestbutchbracket, @numberfight, @poll-statistics and others. Also inspired by train cool. Like just look at them.
SCHEDULE:
Pre-polls/submissions: 12pm EST 4.8.23 to 12pm EST 4.14.23
ROUND ONE: 12pm EST 4.16.23 to 12pm EST 4.22.23
ROUND TWO: 12pm EST 4.23.23 to 12pm EST 4.29.23
ROUND THREE: 12pm EST 4.30.23 to 12pm EST 5.6.23
ROUND FOUR: 12pm EST 5.7.23 to 12pm EST 5.13.23
ROUND FIVE: 12pm EST 5.14.23 to 12pm EST 5.21.23
FINAL: 12pm EST 5.22.23 to 12pm EST 5.29.23 <- you are here
SECRET SEVENTH THING: 12pm EST 5.30.23 to 12pm EST 6.6.23
TAGLIST:
#submission: submitted train
#ask: non-submission asks
#mod note: text posts, admin, rules changes, ect
#polls : main polls
#bracket : bracket posts
#round 1/2/3/ect : polls & other things from x round.
#propaganda: submitted or reblogged propaganda in support of a given train.
RULES:
32 64 trains enter, one train leaves.
Real trains/locomotives can only be sumitted as the fictional trains they play- "Kozlova's circus train” can go in the poll, but “LMS 13065″ can’t.
Train-based media (Thomas the Tank Engine, Chuggington, Starlight express, ect) get ONE character EACH. Pre-polls will run parallel to submissions to determine which characters.
More may be included in extrordinary circumstances like it being really funny.
Characters/things that transform into a train sometimes are allowed, but only if they’re a train most of the time, or if the train-ness is an important aspect of their identity.
Trains that are real but have fictional things happen on them are allowed, but they’re on thin ice. For example, the Orient Express is allowed but only when there’s a murder on it.
Your OC trains are lovely and wonderful but also not allowed. There are simply too many.
Submissions of trains will be considered above submissions of just locomotives by themselves.
Please try and include an image! I will if you don't, but it'll make my life a lot easier if you do.
ONE train per person.
Propaganda not only allowed but encouraged.
CURRENT BRACKET:
Matchups:
The sea train from spirited away vs The little engine that could
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5 till Midnight
Other Stories
Samantha was almost asleep when she heard it, the soft chuffs of an engine rolling down the line. She sat up with a frown, no train was supposed to be running that night. Nicole groaned beside her as she got up and walked to the front door, peering through the curtains.
"What is it?" Nicole asked sleepily as she joined her.
"Who do you think?" She said wryly, opening the door to reveal their engine scowling at her snowplow groggily.
Samantha walked up to the No.1, "Not that I'm not happy to see you Cass, but is there a reason you're at our apartment at 5 till midnight?"
"On Christmas Eve no less," Nicole muttered grouchily.
"Sorry," the tank engine winced, stretching sleepily, "but the Lady is calling me, and you said to let you know when I need help..." She trailed off hesitantly.
"I did," Samantha said, wiping her face tiredly, "it's better than you going off alone."
"Thank you." Cassandra sounded distinctly relieved.
Nicole climbed into the cab grumbling, while Samantha looked over their engine, She was less familiar with Cassandra than Thomas, for all they were the same engine.
"Who are we helping? She asked as she checked the lubricator's oil levels.
"An engine from the North." Cassandra answered simply, "Due to...ah...mishaps, She's having to stop her run to repair her brake lines. Her train is essential and cannot be late, so we're running the part she needs to her."
"Hmm... and where is the part?"
"One of my spares should work for the night."
Samantha snorts, "I've never understood you keeping spare brake parts in your toolbox.
"I'm not giving James the satisfaction."
Samantha laughed, "Wasn't that over fifty years ago, when will you all let the bootlace incident go?"
"When someone else makes that mistake, and by the Lady it won't be me."
***
Soon they were running down the line smoothly, Cassandra humming softly as they rolled into the Hackenbeck Tunnel.
When they exited the tunnel, Samantha was expecting to see the cutting with Mrs.Kindley's house sitting above it. Instead, they emerged into a small town she had not seen before, nestled at the base of a mountain.
The two tracks ran down the middle of the street, and when she glanced back they had seeming come from a road tunnel. On the line opposite of them, a long American passenger train stood, with large blue and red coaches towering over Casandra.
The tank engine rolled slowly alongside, seemingly unbothered by where they were, whistling softly to the children waving from the windows of the coaches.
They pulled alongside the massive engine at the head, a massive 2-8-4 Berkshire with the number 1225 on her cab sides, who for all her size looked like a kicked puppy
"Need a bootlace, Noelle?"
The Berkshire immediately perked up, "Cassandra! What are you doing here?"
"Your controller asked the Lady for help and she sent me."
Noelle blinked, "How did the boss know?"
A young woman, slightly older than Samantha walked up, her hair tucked into an American conductor's uniform.
"The boss always knows." She said with amusement. "How else would he make his lists?"
"Are we going to ignore the fact we're not on Sodor anymore?" Nicole interjected, "Last I checked the Hackenbeck tunnel didn't lead to...where are we?"
"New Haven, Pennsylvania." Noelle's driver answered leaning out of her cab. "Don't worry you get used to it."
"I seriously hope not," Nicole grumbled as she climbed down, toolbox in hand.
Samantha shook her head and followed her firewoman.
***
The repairs progressed quickly, and Noelle soon set off again, her whistle echoing in the distance as she raced away. Samantha and Nicole climbed into Cassandra's cab and reversed back into the tunnel, emerging back at Hackenbeck. They ran down the line quietly, the old sounds the hum of the rails beneath Cassandra and her puffing. Finally, Cassandra stopped outside their apartment, with an exhausted sigh.
Samantha looked at her concern, "Are you going to make it back to the sheds?"
Before the engine could answer a bell was heard and Toby rounded the corner.
"Need a tow, Cassandra?" The trams asked.
"Please." Cassandra yawned.
They bid their farewells and Toby pulled Cassandra back to the sheds.
Nicole glanced at the clock as she shed their coats.
"Our clock is broken."
Samantha glanced towards the clock, which still read 5 till midnight.
"We'll deal with it in the morning."
Together the two made their way to bed, ready for sleep and Christmas morning.
A/N:Hello Loves! I threw this together for a Christmas Special. Yes the American Express train is exactly who you think it is, and her crew are the kids from its movie, all grown up. It has been alluded to Thomas occasionally presenting Fem in my headcanon posts, but this is the first time Cassandra has actually appeared in a fic. I haven't 100% decided if this fic is strictly canon in my AU, but for now it is.
Love Y'all and Merry Christmas!
Hazel of Sodor.
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