002 ⟡ MARCH TEST DRIVE
⋆✩ test drive 02 ✩⋆
The day begins like any other.
Routines, eventful scenes, and boring errands — no matter what you were in the middle of, there's a moment where everything begins to feel wrong. A searing pain tears through your body, so intense that it feels like every nerve has been struck at once. Muscles spasm, joints scream in protest, and as you double over, you find yourself clawing or clinging at anything within your reach. As your attempts to maintain composure fail you, your bones begin to twist with an agonizing force, the pain rising in a crescendo until it becomes unbearable to even breathe. Then, as quickly as it began, everything stops.
For a single, terrifying moment, there's nothing. No sight, no sound, no touch, no taste, no smell — just the weight of nothingness swallowing you whole. The absence of sensation might even be worse than the pain, leaving you adrift in a void you can't escape. Hopelessness threatens every fiber of your existence, and try as you might to fight it, your darkest thoughts begin to surface, flooding your mind in an onslaught of suffocating feelings and ideas.
In the darkness, you hear a voice.
It's faint, a gentle flashing of something warm along the edges of your mind, like sunlight itself. It's a voice, but you can't identify who or what it comes from, how it sounds, or what it means — still, you know it's directed at you. Something tugs at your heart, a powerful ache that throbs once and ripples outwards. You can feel the aches again, like fresh sores throughout your body. You feel off, like something isn't quite right, like you're not where you should be, or who you should be. But the voice continues, whispered just beyond your understanding. The sound is warm like hope, and it wraps around you, distant yet intent, before you wake up.
i. arrivals
OUT OF THE WOODS
The fog that surrounds you and your fellow new arrivals is maddening, and something foreign wraps around not just your mind, but your body as a whole. A strange illness has long been spoken of and witnessed within and around Bottlecap Bay, and you're the unlucky bunch to arrive with it slithering its way in now.
The fog is heavily related to this mystery illness that has plagued Pokemon, both inside the city and wild, for some time now. Though the connection isn't easy to fully grasp, it becomes incredibly clear as time passes that the fog worsens the symptoms of the illness. Some Pokemon who traverse the fog come out just fine, but others fall ill with varying levels of severity.
As soon as the first reports come from the Cheri Berry guild indicating that a large amount of confused Pokemon have been spotted approaching Bottlecap Bay from the forest, the three guilds send their members out in forces. Rescue these newcomers and discover that they're just like you, and not just confused wild Pokemon. Dr. Denne firmly insists on bringing everyone they can to the Pokeclinic, so please hurry!
ii. nightmares over
LINGERING SHADOWS
How does it feel, when the Pokemon beside you wakes up with a calm stretch and a healthy, well-rested and rejuvenated smile? They feel great, they say, looking at you with worry and concern. What's wrong? You didn't feel that warm and wonderful sensation during the night, like being wrapped in a blanket of lullabies? How odd...
What could this possibly mean?
iii. pokeclinic
PRESSED FOR SPACE
Anyone who steps foot or paw into the Pokeclinic can tell immediately that it's overbooked. The main ward of rooms is packed, cots spilling out into the hallways, and even the lobby is beginning to look like an impromptu campsite. Pokemon staff shuffle, flutter and scramble around the bodies of ill Pokemon, performing checkups wherever they can find the space, applying medication and herbal treatments where necessary, and reassuring worrying family and friends.
In the midst of this chaos, it's not hard to see how mixups are occurring. It gets bad enough that even Polteageist themselves joins in on treatments, causing a shocked ripple of whispers and gasps any time they float by in a hurry. They can be heard, at times, firmly scolding those who make the mistakes, insisting that there's no excuse for poor health care, and that even in times of urgency, care and attention to detail is needed. But for the time being, this isn't enough to help.
So they put out a plea to the other guild leaders. The Pokeclinic needs everyone who can help to check up on patients, deliver meals and medications, and check records for mixups. Lum Berries are fewer in number, so it makes sense that they're being overwhelmed right now! Polteageist promises to make it worth everyone's while, of course. Any Pokemon who works within the clinic during this time will be awarded with points.
LEARNING YOUR BODY
⟡ TDMs are game canon and act as events for the month they are posted.
⟡ New characters can link to their top level beneath the NEWBIE DIRECTORY!
⟡ All new arrivals are not assigned to any one guild. However, if they assist with any of the clinic prompts, they may gain points for their future guild!
⟡ The creepy forest fog can be done away with temporarily through Pokemon moves, but always seems to work its way back like it has a mind or will of its own.
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[Then again, he's not an expert with these things. Maybe someone like Renamon would be able to make more sense of it, or Jian, or his dad.]
But Guilmon smells other... somethings. Guilmon isn't sure what kind of somethings, because they're probably not Digimon.
[He takes a few steps forward, sniffing some more.]
And maybe food?
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It's a compatibility issue. If there is a gate out of here, it could be fixed. More importantly-
[ More importantly, he'd handed her a good distraction. She can't quite... smell the air properly in this form. Another compatibility issue. She can feel and sense other things, more than she's allowed herself to, but she hasn't fully allowed herself to try, either. ]
Food?
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There's some berries, I think, and...
[Step, step, sniff, sniff, sniff...]
Wah! Something hot and sweet, but it's far away. Maybe there's a town?
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[ She can't quite help it. No matter how much the irritation, the headache, it's the very simplicity of food that feels the most motivating.
The baseline of necessities, maybe. Or was it too good to be true... the excitement fades just as suddenly. ]
It could also be a trap.
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[Still, Guilmon keeps moving.]
But if it's dangerous, Guilmon will just fight!
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[ She's not certain why she's adding the concern, and she's certainly not going to think further into that, but this has already been... Enough... of an experience. ]
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[Yeah, he's not remotely offended, keeping that goofy smile as they trot along.]
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[ ... Kids. ]
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[He'd shoot another fireball for show, but there are lots of plants here, so that's probably not a good idea. Hm...]
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[ At least nothing seems to be intent on attacking them at present. As difficult as it is to make out the surroundings. She was still adjusting to how she perceived the world and took in information. ]
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[He quiets for a few moments, as if he's deeply contemplating this...
And then he starts moving again.]
But that's okay! Guilmon can still fight, even if I don't get bigger.
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[ She wasn't about to think too hard about the circumstances-the point was that she needed some kind of ally in a difficult situation, and having someone who asked less annoying questions around made it easier. Strange though it was. ]
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[He pauses after taking a few more steps.]
Just maybe without having to absorb anybody's data...
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Eh -- well, regular food is generally what works for energy too, so we can focus on finding that first.
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[He picks up the pace, practically marching down the path as he speaks in a singsong voice.]
Bread, bread, lots of bread...
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Soup would be nice... nn, are you sure we're even heading the right direction?
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[He even sniffs again to be sure.]
Yeah. I think we're going the right way...
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[ She's trying to get a better grasp of the world, but her senses feel far more limited in this form, or maybe there's just too much to take in, with the fog not helping with that addling effect. ]
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[He points a claw at a berry tree they pass by. He could go for it, but if there's bread, that's even better!
At the very least, there seem to be some distant structures in the treetops the further they go along. It seems that civilization is close at hand...]
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[ There we go, now eyes are helping her out a bit. Structures, but also, that hint of uncertainty, of not knowing enough about these surroundings. ]
They do look surprisingly large- [ Though she wonders if she hasn't taken into account that she is significantly smaller than she might otherwise have been. ]
Well, we should try what's here first, don't you think? It could give you more energy for fighting, if you have to later.
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[Even so, he takes some steps back, and...
Runs at the tree, headbutting it.
He stumbles back on impact, but on the positive side, so me Oran berries fall down.]
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[ And that's a pile of berries. She skitters closer to take a more appraising look. Her senses once again aren't helping her too much here... ]
Go on, try one.
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[He bends down, sniffing the berry before picking it up in his stubby little arms.
Then he chomps down, juice scattering little droplets of juice.]
Ooh... It's juicy!
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Mn, it seems filling, but not too flavorful, somehow.
[ She hates to make what feels like an obvious comment, but this was all still new. ]
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[He ponders for a moment before trying to scoop a few more up in his stubby arms.]
We can carry them in case they don't have food...
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