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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[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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Well, there are different guilds you can join, and you can become high-ranking in those! They will not make you, I believe, but it seems the easiest way to receive lodging.
[He's fairly sure she was somehow strong-armed into the Galaxy Team, though he's not certain; that was well before he met her. But even if he didn't attempt to not be in a guild, he hardly got the impression that he was being forced!]
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Guilds? Like what do you do in those? Sell cookies and make shirts?
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[He'll walk slower, he's used to doing that by now. Most Pokemon here are smaller than he is.]
I am in the Oran Berry guild - they are all named after that. They are the most battle-focused one. Thus far, it has been a lot of wilderness rescue, and of course some foraging! Really, not terribly different from what I have always done! Well, besides the obvious.
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[He knows what she's really asking, and he'd like to tell her otherwise, but - yeah, it does kinda seem like Guild housing is for Guild members. Not unreasonable! But when you've had the experiences she has...]
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[Walk of shame describes it perfectly, she did her best for Jubilife, then they fucked her and kicked her out.]
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[Well, he's never seen anyone actually leave the guild...but of course not, it's been a month. Nobody has the resources to leave and settle elsewhere yet.]
Mightyena is the only guild leader I have really spoken to, but she seems quite kind!
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If she turns out to be an asshole, you got to buy me potato mochi. Or throw eggs at Beni. We will discuss which one at a later date.
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[Cheri seemed reasonably fitting to him as well, but for Akari, Oran just seems the most obvious.]
Most of us new arrivals are in the Oran Berries. Nine so far, I believe.
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[Big words considering what her level must be right now.]
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[That's how he feels, at least! And...hm. Ingo's quiet for a moment or two, continuing to lumber slowly along.]
I've...met someone here who knows me from before. My brother. He is in the guild as well.
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[How are you going to that? Your Arc phone isn't here, and besides, it didn't have internet.]
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[Did Emmet tell him that or is he just basing it on Vibes?]
His name is Emmet. He recognized me, even like this, at least once we started battling each other! And, ah - he is the one who liked winning! He says my pre-battle speech is actually his.
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[She sounded excited! Twins were cool! Were they copy-paste twins? Were they look different twins? Get ready for the twin questions!]
Can you read each others minds? Is he the evil twin?
[because of course, Ingo would be the good one.]
If I punched you, would he feel it?
[Then as if to test it, she throws a punch at Ingo's leg. Of course, she has to a.) lift her head up because her nose was in the way and b.) her arm is like four inches long body to tip, so it probably felt like a marshmallow being bounced off of Ingo.]
I am like, so hype for you. Like, not going to lie, when you said he looked like you, I was like thinking a cousin or uncle or something.
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[He blinks at the little punch, and turns to peer down at her.]
He seems nice! Though we can certainly not read each other's minds.
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[She says.]
But if he isn't, I'll cut him. Fight him behind the Wallflower.
[Girl, your punch just did nothing. Like, you don't even have a TM for that.]
[And besides, she likes Ingo, she doesn't want him hurt because his nice twin actually turned out to be evil or something.]
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[It's nice that she's on his side, he supposes, but Ingo hopes that there are no sides to take!]
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[Not like Akari has any issues with having her heart ripped out in front of her and stepped on by a crazy guy with crunchy hair who had 8 Pokémon on his team. Well 7, but the 8th was the boss' final phase.]
[She is so over that. Really. She didn't spend a few days sobbing grossly into her futon and just saying she had allergies.]
Has he told you anything about, like, your past before Hisui?
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