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!
⟡ As of today, reserves and applications are now permanently open, with apps processed every other month! See information on their respective pages for details!
⟡ Have any questions related to the TDM? Ask here! If your question is more general for the game, please make sure to direct it to the FAQ page instead. Thank you, and happy threading!

Akari | Pokemon Legends Arceus | (Theamandafiles flavored)
[You know what, you know what- Akari has had enough of this. Yeah, she knows she is the Skyfaller and is special. But after everything with Volo and getting kicked out of the village that one time (she blames you the most still, Sumi. Bitch. She knows you were talking about her.) So she isn't even entertaining the idea this sickness could somehow be related to her. She is a Cyndaquil now, and thus is adorable. Like Ashes. Her precious son, who she is quite mad she has been seperated from. If she finds out this is Arceus' fault somehow, he is getting a ground plate shoved down his throat and going to work in the fields.]
[Where was she anyways before Hisui. She couldn't remember much. Also, she couldn't quite remember what she looked like. But at least she is a Cyndaquil now.]
2.) With legs like this-
[Akari could actually be more upset about being turned into a Cyndaquil. Like, this is not the worse thing to ever have happened to her. (The worse involved her heart being ripped out by a CRAZY MAN with too much hair gel- but you know what- shes over it. Completely. 100 percent. He is in Hisui and she is here and you know what- he will forever be shunned by Arceus because Arceus doesn't like bad cosplayers- okay? Okay. Yes, she can speak for it, because it likes her best.]
[She is learning how to use her flames. Which shouldn't be this hard, she should like have an on-off switch or something right?]
Ember!
[She shouted before spiting out...spit as if hoping that would be a single ember. She looks a little disapointed, but its okay, she will learn it, and get a cute bandana and become the best.]
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You can't tell your body what to do, you just need to move it. [It sounds like a tease, but he is trying to give good advice.] Here, just... close your eyes, and try to focus on the heat in your chest, right where your heart beats. Focus on making it burn hotter and hotter, and then spit it out. Like this.
[He pauses for emphasis, but he doesn't really need to try very hard. He spits out an Ember, slightly more easily than he would have spit out a hairball back home.]
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[She watches as the Ember leaves the Litten's mouth as easy as a hairball. Oh wow, showoff. She, like, knew that. (No she didn't).]
I'm, like, great at moving my body.
[She closes her eyes as she searches for the heat inside her chest the other is talking about.]
Does it, like, feel like heartburn or something else?
[She is going to clarify. She did have a spicy berry earlier.]
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[He should probably explain... since the default assumption for the new Pokemon is that they're humans.]
I used to be a cat. So a lot of Twoleg things... human things... confuse me. Sorry.
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[She waves her little nubs of arms around trying to accentuate how adorable that is. Like, twoleg? twoleg and here she was like, thinking cats would talk like victorian children.]
I used to be human. But, like, you figured that out already.
[Now, she is searching for the heartburn. She feels for it, focusing, and tries again.]
[Another spitball.]
I, like, meant to do that.
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[He's never sure exactly how old humans are, but her antics remind him a little of the kittens back in ThunderClan. Not that he can actually judge, since he's still a kitten himself.]
If you're having trouble, I can try and find a Type Muffin for you. The first time I made an Ember, I ate a spicy malasada and thought the spice was making it happen.
[And was terrified, but that's not the point.]
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[She realizes she hasn't even asked for this guy's name!]
Whats your name? I'm Akari.
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[Wow, he can run really fast. Even for a cat. He'll be back in a few minutes, carrying a Fire Muffin in his mouth and dropping it off on the ground for her.]
Um... I can't carry plates, sorry. I know humans like those.
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[Or fingers now.]
And like, wouldn't be the first time I ate something a pokemon carried in their mouth.
[She picks up the Fire Muffin and starts to eat it obviously trying to figure out how to eat around her nose now.]
Like, were you Firepaw before you became like, an actual fire cat or is that a new thing?
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His detective instincts primed, he intended on simply doing a precursory scouting mission before going back for Ren...
But that is a Pokémon he hasn't seen before, and she looks decidedly lost. Moreover, she has a slight resemblance to Ingo. The same evolutionary line, perhaps?
Curious, he swoops down before her.]
Excuse me, but are you a local resident? We've received word of Pokémon in need of rescue.
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[She says that with a strange amount of confidence, remember, fake it until you make it.]
Like, I don't need rescuing, but I do need to know where I am.
[She waddles to the rookidee a little. She just now noticing how she is also moving like a cyndaquil (because she is one) but somehow her mental image of herself still had her with a confident gait]
Oh wow, I move so cute.
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A former human as well? You're among kindred spirits, then.
[He turns around, gesturing in the direction he came from with his left wing.]
I've heard murmurs that the fog here is rather hazardous. There's a town not too far from here with a clinic, if you need to rest and recuperate.
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[She sounds more exasperated at the idea that she is in some other land where things want to kill her. Why can't she be isekai'd into a reverse harem? With non-psycho guys whose vibes she would totally match if it did turn out they were crazy, but like crazy with her instead of against her.]
That would be great, whats your name?
[Is it a plant name? Is she going to be forced to work for a bunch of INGRATES who talk shit behind her back when she made Jubilife into more than some backwater no name village.]
[Like. She's not still angry about that. She wasn't going to start her villan arc back then. Really.]
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[Akechi chuckles, fluttering into a hover, though he doesn't leave just yet.]
At any rate, I'm Goro Akechi, another wayward human turned Pokémon and a member of the Oran Berries.
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[Doesn't help you look like an Oran, Akechi.]
Like, I am a member of the Galaxy Team, but I like- carry them. They would be nothing without me.
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[Though, at least she isn't calling him cute. Yet.
Still, Galaxy Team, eh? That's an interesting nugget of information, to say the least.
He'll wait until she's ready to follow, then start flying back toward town. Not too fast, of course. He knows well that adjusting to a new body takes work.]
Now, is it that your teammates are incompetent, or are you simply that adept?
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[Its obvious she knew those tasks were beneath her as she slowly waddles, she trying to articulate with her nubby little arms how beneath her those tasks were.]
But like, a Bidoof, really. The only difference between one and a loaf of bread is that it makes dams.
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Hello? Is anyone out here?
[Not the wisest course of action, maybe, but he's prioritizing finding lost passengers over not bringing wild Pokemon down on his head.]
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[Also he knew he could have up to six pokemon and they were all around the same strenght none of that level 22 Zubat stuff.]
[So, when she heard that booming voice, she started to waddle in that direction.]
Ingo?!
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[WELP, he's gonna hurry in that direction, then!]
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[She is trying to move as fast as her stubby little legs could allow her to, but that really isn't quiet that fast, so instead she calls out again.]
Ingo! Help! I'm in some creepy fog! Also I don't have thumbs!
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[He lowers his head automatically to sniff the ground, but of course he hasn't the faintest idea what she's become...he'll just follow the sound of her voice. Soon enough, he comes upon...a Cyndaquil?]
Oh, goodness...
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You look like Ashes. So stupid and beautiful!
[She means that in the best of ways, but you've probably heard her talk about her partner.]
But, like at least you have thumbs. But like, watch how I waddle. Isn't it the CUTEST thing?
[Then as if to prove the point she walks over to Ingo and looks up at his four foot taller than her self.]
Like, can you believe I was dropped here?
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[At least there's no amnesia involved for anybody this time.]
But we are hardly alone in it this time! I can conduct you back to the Pokemon village - there are a number of other people and...other species...there who have been brought here and transformed into Pokemon as well!
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[She stops herself, again, Ingo is one of four people she respects so she isn't going to randomly drop things like 'bad bitches' around him.]
[Plus she is like is like a foot and a half. When one thinks 'total baddie' one does not think of a smallish cyndaquil.]
-iggies?' like. Totally. We are special and they should give us money and praise for it.
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