The Other Island Railway

Hi! My name's Chloe, and I'm a GP9 diesel working for the Esquimalt and Nanaimo Railway on Vancouver Island! The shop workers thought it'd be neat to set me and the other engines on the E&N up with a Tumblr blog, so we can meet other railroaders and engines on the Internet! Feel free to drop us a line, and we'll answer as best we can! Happy rails! ❤ Ask/RP/art/writing blog for my engine OCs. Takes place on a fictional version of Vancouver Island, Canada, in a fan-based offshoot of the Thomas and Friends universe. Check out the Locomotive Roster page for a list of characters! "no doubt, no problem, no matter what"

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- Notice -

As of now, this blog is on a mostly permanent hiatus. I've lost interest in role-playing in this format, pretty much entirely. I apologize to those awaiting answers to asks, or hoping to see more story posts.

You can still find me and my art on dA @ http://esquimaltnanaimo.deviantart.com

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For some reason I can't shake the image of Chloe singing "Beep Beep I'm a Sheep" from asdfmovie only it's "Beep Beep I'm a Geep"

JORDAN: Christ, don’t remind me about–

CHLOE: Beep! Beep! I’m a Geep! ♪

J: …That. Don’t remind me about that.

C: [background] I said beep-beep, I’m a Geep! ♬

J: STOP IT

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TTTE Fandom: Reblog this post so I can follow you all!

Slowly getting back into the fandom after watching JBS and I need some more engines on my dash!

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(This blog is all OCs, but hey, still engines!)

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:D

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I had a very bad morning, but it was fixed by a sighting of Best Geep. Video coming soon

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Chloe: Sorry everybody, but Mun’s been really busy lately. They were gonna make a Halloween picture of all of us, but they didn’t have time to organize anything.

Jordan: Yeah, having to go in for medical checks and all that shit for being a conductor does that.

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@TTTE RP Community

HEY YOU. YES, YOU THERE. I SEE YOU’VE GOT SOME TTTE RP BLOGS. LIVING STEAM? OC? TUGBOAT? GOOD STUFF.

YOU WANNA HELP ME MAKE A MASTERPOST THINGAMADOO OF ‘EM ALL? FOR THE SAKE OF CONVENIENCE? OF COURSE YOU DO.

LOOK, I’LL GO FIRST.

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Rusty Ryan Merlin Sunshine (TUGS) Kassy (OC) Kohana (OC) Saffron (OC)

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AND TAG YOUR FRIENDS IF YOU KNOW THEY HAVE RP BLOGS TOO.

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Here’s all mine!

Esquimalt and Nanaimo: The Other Island Railway (all OCs) Gloria the Royal Hudson (OC) Samantha the Sweep (OC, based on Sodor) Lexi the Experimental Engine (currently on hiatus)

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So... big news. Mun might be getting a job with CP Rail by the end of the year.

As a conductor.

Holy shit.

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[TTTE OC] Chloe the GP9, Coloured

I tried. I really need better markers. Also, I really botched the lesbian flag, and I feel awful. Ah well, at least Chloe looks decent.

//have some artwork of Chloe being adorable while I try to figure out what the hell I’m doing with this blog.

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Reblog this if your muse is protective of their loved ones.

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//guys, please trim your RPs or smth //i literally cannot find the rest of my dash under all of this text

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(I’m sorry, again, for the delay in content. I’ve been really out of it lately.)

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“Chloe, what’s the matter with you?”

Chloe flinched, looking ahead to see Jordan approaching. She stammered momentarily. “Wh-what do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, for starters, why the hell are you in the shed while we work? You aren’t due for maintenance for a month and a half!”

“…Miss Felicia said I couldn’t work today,” said Chloe, bleary-eyed. “She thinks I haven’t been sleeping-”

“Well, haven’t you?? Abigail says you keep waking her up with mumbling, and you were stammering and lying and keeping us awake!”

Chloe’s engine sank. “She told you…?”

“Jordan…?” called a gentle voice, on the other track.

“What?!” roared Jordan, looking back. Chloe flinched again. “Oh. Abigail. What’s up?”

“Um… not to be a bother, but you left some grain cars up on the mainline…”

“Oh, fuck, right. Wait, can’t you get them?”

“I’m facing the wrong way…”

“Then go to the- oh, fuck it.” said Jordan, turning on his bell and backing up. He shot a glare at Chloe. “I swear to god, Chloe, you’re gonna tell me what’s going on later,” he said, then mumbled to himself. “Fucking 9-series, so goddamn emotional…”

Chloe looked down at the rails in front of herself, feeling very, very small… and very sleepy, she remembered; she hadn’t slept right in days. She forced her eyes open just in time to see Abigail’s front coupler gently nudge her own. She flinched once again, trying to roll back, but her engine was shut off.

Abigail looked deeply concerned as the two friends’ eyes met. “Chloe,” she asked, backing away slightly to give the Geep some space. “What’s going on with you…?”

Chloe blinked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied.

“Are you sure you don’t know…?” asked Abigail, only becoming more concerned by that.

Chloe was silent, trying to think of a way to keep up her facade. With how tired she was, however, it was a losing battle, and she had to force her eyes open again.

Abigail broke the silence. “Chloe… I want you to talk to me,” she said, assertively. “Something’s not right with you.”

“Why did you tell Jordan?” asked Chloe suddenly, unable to think of anything else.

“Because I’m worried about you,” said the elder Montreal diesel. “Jordan might seem more annoyed, but he is too. We all are…”

Chloe’s engine sank even further.

“You haven’t been yourself for days,” continued Abigail after a moment. “You’ve been jumpy, and quiet, and… you’ve looked really sad. That’s not you…”

Chloe stared at the rails.

“Chloe…. Please. Tell me what’s going on. It’s not healthy to keep everything in like this…”

“I’m sorry I made you worry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I didn’t want that. I never want that…”

“Chloe-”

“I don’t want to take anything from anybody. Not now, not ever. Not time, not worry, not concern. Everyone has their own things to worry about, don’t they? Who am I to keep them from themselves?”

Abigail elected to just listen, idling as quietly as she could.

“I just… all of this happened way before the E&N bought me. Why can’t I just forget? I should be able to forget… I want to forget! Like you and Jordan…”

“Like me and Jordan…?” asked Abigail, surprised. “It doesn’t just… work like that, Chloe,” she said. “And we haven’t forgotten.”

“You haven’t?”

“Of course not… how could we? It’s our past… Don’t you ever wonder why Jordan is so aggressive…?”

“…not really…?”

“Oh, Chloe,” said Abigail, with a gentle chuckle. “That big diesel has more baggage than the Canadian.”

Chloe looked confused. She knew Jordan was a bit wonky, but she didn’t know the extent of it.

“Chloe, Jordan puts up a wall to keep others from looking in… but inside, he’s really very sensitive about himself,” continued the older Alco. “He doesn’t believe that he deserves to be… well, alive.”

Chloe looked sad. “Gosh,” was all she could manage.

“As for me… You know how worried I get about people working on my carbody, don’t you…?”

“…Of course… but I thought that was just from how sensitive your metal is.”

“It’s partly that, but… goodness, have I never told you about what happened in the Winnipeg shop…?”

“Oh… you have. Jeez… I thought you could talk about it because you were over it.”

“Goodness, no… It still haunts me, to this day.”

“…I’m sorry, Abbie,” said Chloe.

Abigail gave a gentle smile. “There’s no need to apologize,” she said. “I’m working on it…”

Chloe looked down.

“That brings me back to what I said before… Chloe, both Jordan and myself are working on getting over our pasts… We talk about it often. You never have, have you?”

The blue EMD didn’t answer.

“Chloe…”

“I didn’t think it was worth the time, dwelling on stuff that’s over and done with…”

Abigail frowned. “Well, think of it this way… If it’s what you’re having nightmares about, I don’t think it’s over and done with, now is it?”

Chloe was silent, but her expression spoke volumes.

“…Chloe, I can tell you’re nervous about it.” asked Abigail.

Chloe sighed. “I’m not nervous, just… I don’t want everyone to hear. I don’t want them to worry about me.”

Abigail looked thoughtful. “Well… okay… If you and I were somewhere safe and quiet, would you feel more comfortable?”

Chloe quietly hummed in agreement.

“Okay… we’ll go to the ferry slip this evening, after Jordan goes to sleep. Riley isn’t here until tomorrow morning, and nobody will hear us.”

“Okay…”

“For now, though, please get some sleep,” said Abigail. “You’ve been keeping yourself awake for far too long.”

“Are you going to leave…?”

“Do you want me to stay?

“Mhm… if that’s alright?”

Abigail smiled her gentle smile. “Of course,” she said, backing onto the wye to turn around. Once she faced the right direction, she backed into the shop bay right next to her friend and shut her engine down.

Chloe smiled a bit, feeling much better that someone was staying with her. She couldn’t really understand it, but it felt really nice that Abigail cared about her so much.

About twenty minutes later, Chloe had long since fallen asleep when Jordan noisily approached. He stopped short of the shop, looking at the two smaller engines inside already.

“What the fuck, Abi-” he began, before Abigail shot him an intense glare, gesturing at the sleeping Geep next to herself afterward.

“Oh,” said Jordan simply, before heading back into the yard to finish up the day’s work.

Later that night, after Jordan had fallen asleep and the staff had all gone home, Abigail gently roused Chloe and lead her to the ferry slip across the yard. The two engines quietly talked there, Abigail piling endless reassurance on her blue friend every step of the way, until she finally opened up about her life.

It was difficult, but with Abigail listening and consoling her, Chloe felt as if her engine had had years of built up gunk cleaned out of it.

The next day, Jordan was still fast asleep in the shop, when a familiar high-pitched five-chime horn jolted him awake.

"AAH!" he yelped. "Chloe, what the f- uh?"

Chloe smiled at him cheekily, her coupler a few feet from his own. "C'mon, lazy-frame, let's go! We've got a train to take!" she chimed, before giggling and rolling away into the yard.

Incredulous, Jordan turned to Abigail, who had just woken up herself and was preparing to start up. "What the hell happened to her?" he asked.

The old ALCo turned and gave him a smile. "She just needed some patience," she said, before her engine clattered to life and she rolled out after her friend.

Jordan watched her go, utterly confused.

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@esquimaltnanaimo

Chloester Anne Montana, there’s clearly something bothering you, you’re upset. So if you need to talk about anything, PLEASE TELL ME! I won’t tell a soul, I promise. And I won’t judge.

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Chloe: I’m not upset!! What gave you that idea? I’m totally fine, cous, don’t worry about me. I know you’ve got your own stuff to think about, don’t waste your time worrying about m-

Jordan: *blows his horn across the yard*

Chloe: *flinches*

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Chloe… something is clearly wrong. It’s okay to let your feelings out. It’s super important to. What I’m doing can wait. You can tell me, alright? Please. I’m worried about you.

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Chloe: No, Ellie, seriously, it’s fine. I’m fine. Just… please, worry about your own stuff. It’s more important.

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I literally don’t have work right now, literally I was just going to watch funny cat videos but I’m too concerned with your well being. Don’t make me portal down there with Duncan. I will. I 100% will if I have to.

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Chloe: I just… I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about my stuff.

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Alright. I’m sorry I got so pushy. But, if you change your mind, I’m always willing to listen. I promise. I worry so much because I care about you. Just, stay safe and if you need anything at all you just ask, alright?

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Abigail: Ellie... I’m sorry for taking this over, but Chloe went to sleep for tonight... can you please come and talk to her? I’m really worried too, but... I don’t know what I can say...

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@esquimaltnanaimo

Chloester Anne Montana, there’s clearly something bothering you, you’re upset. So if you need to talk about anything, PLEASE TELL ME! I won’t tell a soul, I promise. And I won’t judge.

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Chloe: I’m not upset!! What gave you that idea? I’m totally fine, cous, don’t worry about me. I know you’ve got your own stuff to think about, don’t waste your time worrying about m-

Jordan: *blows his horn across the yard*

Chloe: *flinches*

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Chloe… something is clearly wrong. It’s okay to let your feelings out. It’s super important to. What I’m doing can wait. You can tell me, alright? Please. I’m worried about you.

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Chloe: No, Ellie, seriously, it’s fine. I’m fine. Just… please, worry about your own stuff. It’s more important.

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I literally don’t have work right now, literally I was just going to watch funny cat videos but I’m too concerned with your well being. Don’t make me portal down there with Duncan. I will. I 100% will if I have to.

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Chloe: I just... I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about my stuff.

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@esquimaltnanaimo

Chloester Anne Montana, there’s clearly something bothering you, you’re upset. So if you need to talk about anything, PLEASE TELL ME! I won’t tell a soul, I promise. And I won’t judge.

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Chloe: I’m not upset!! What gave you that idea? I’m totally fine, cous, don’t worry about me. I know you’ve got your own stuff to think about, don’t waste your time worrying about m-

Jordan: *blows his horn across the yard*

Chloe: *flinches*

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Chloe… something is clearly wrong. It’s okay to let your feelings out. It’s super important to. What I’m doing can wait. You can tell me, alright? Please. I’m worried about you.

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Chloe: No, Ellie, seriously, it’s fine. I’m fine. Just... please, worry about your own stuff. It’s more important.