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.
⟡ Remember that at least one thread for your application must come from the TDM! There is no comment minimum, but we will be looking for engagement, as well as for players and characters who take the time to delve into things like character thoughts, emotions, morality, and other deep themes. Take this time to engage with the setting as you would in game!
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[ The little emote on her back shifts to reflect the fact that she's smirking at him. Somehow. ]
By extolling their virtues at every turn, just to keep convincing yourself that it's for your own gain. If they betray you, it will be too late.
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[But though his scowl sharpens, he manages to retain his composure, even with that eerie face on her back smirking so insufferably.]
But the key difference was that I was alone. Here, I have the one person I can trust with my life. The others within the guild are... pleasant enough, if a bit naive or otherwise overbearing at times.
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[ Because clearly, he was still naive, and thus insufferably so by her estimation. Reminded her of yet someone else. And yet, she could reflect back at him all she wanted, if only to keep away from her own issues. ]
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[He shakes his head, blowing a small sigh.]
Status and success are useful tools, and opportunities often favor those who prove themselves capable.
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[ Well, at least being able to mock him has temporarily distracted her from her initial quest to get out of there, at least. ]
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[There's some unpleasant stuff in between, but she doesn't need to know that.]
Here, I've racked up quite a few points doing missions. So, suffice it to say, I know how to handle myself.
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Being a celebrity, "saving the world", these are other familiar concepts. He could almost remind her of a more confident version of a person. Maybe that's what makes the distraction work. ]
Right, right. Chibi Crow-san is quite wise and experienced! I should feel properly put in my place now.
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[He can detect sarcasm a mile away, but now there's no excuse to use such a nickname outside of mockery.]
This small form is a minor setback, but none one I intend to let hinder me within this world.
[So take that. He's perfectly competent, thank you.]
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[ They'll both have their opinions of this encounter, at any rate. ]
Your original form was much different, then?
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[Though perhaps she's a different case. It wouldn't be the first time.]
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Right, you do make it obvious enough. Is that all the information you wanted to share?
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[He smirks, watching to gauge a reaction.]
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Oh, I have no specific questions currently~ it is a curious sort of place to observe, as long I can get away from these crowds.
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[Not like Oran, no. The Oran Berries are quite the crowd, and just based on her demeanor, it's hard to imagine her enjoying it.]
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It all depends on who comes calling, doesn't it?
[ It's a weird concept to her, honestly. ]
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[Akechi chuckles, a smirk taking form once again.]
Perhaps that's why Mightyena-san approached me before the guilds formally announced they'd be welcoming new members.
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[ She does pay attention, as much as she deflects otherwise. ]
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[There's an air of confidence in his words, a rush of excitement. He can prove himself without being in a gilded cage...]
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[ She's even less convinced, but she's at least trying to make use of what she hears, as indirectly as she wants to receive it. ]
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[He gestures at the food he offered her with a wing.]
It varies from resource gathering, rescue missions, and exploring uncharted territory.
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[ She dislikes asking questions, but sometimes even she has to get clarification. She's had a workaholic personality herself, but that was also at someone else's behest. Seemed there was no getting away from that here. ]
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The cynical side of Akechi wants to say yes, but he's seen evidence to the contrary.]
There are those who work for their personal gain, and there are those who do so out of the goodness of their hearts, bright-eyed and idealistic.
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It sounds too simplistic, too good to be true in an unsatisfying way. She taps one of her front legs. ]
... Sounds annoying, either way. Everyone trying to fix everything. Someone will come along and destroy it all eventually.
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[A scowl returns to his face, and his voice takes on a sharper edge.]
The mushrooms in the forest, the fog... All of them have already turned otherwise docile Pokémon hostile. Their sense of judgment is greatly impaired, their cognition distorted... The state of this hospital already speaks for itself.
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Do you really think anyone is up to the task, of fending off their eventual destruction? A disorganized place like this, and they're all sitting ducks.
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