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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[In reply, Emporio goes to feel along the walls near each fork. Both feel equally dry- so that's no help, in the end.
But he can at least see that one has more foot traffic.] It looks like we're going up now, [he answers with a confident nod.] More pokemon seem to have worn down the path here.
[For all that a cave tunnel can be called a path, of course.]
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[But that just makes him beam under the helmet.] ...I guess I'm learning then!
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I can sort of see what you mean, but I wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't pointed it out!
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[He's never had a teacher so this is kind of nice???
Well, not a teacher who was an actual teacher at least...] I also just do a lot of reading, so I pick up a lot...
I kind of miss being able to use more of that, but the world here isn't that technological in the end. They don't really need it...
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Do you like technology? [He can do Small Talk as they walk, he's good at listening to children Small Talk at him about the various things that are important to their age bracket.]
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[Mmmm. Does he like it..?] I mean...as much as anyone else does I think? I just read a lot of books, and some of them had technology in them, really. Like helicopters, cars, computers...
It's how I got my ghost computer to connect to the wi-fi!
[there's a lot in that statement]
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Do computers have ghosts in them now? I don't know much about that, the IT department handles school computers, and I don't have a personal one.
[there's a lot in that statement.]
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Ghost is kind of misleading I guess, [Emporio admits.] It's technically more accurate to call it a memory- it's a tangible memory of a computer, in other words.
I was able to interact with 'ghost objects' like that, so when I found one of a computer, it seemed like a good idea to use it at the time.
[lads you can't keep going back and forth with these heavy loads,]
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It's impressive that you were able to make it work!
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[AH!!!
The cubone blushes a bit.] Thanks..!! It was really hard, you can't permanently alter a ghost object...since, it's always going to be what it was when it was destroyed...
So I could add to the machine, but I couldn't take anything away, or move the pieces around....
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[and then, another crossroads. The path they're currently on is starting to dip lower. There's a slight breeze coming from the right hand option. There's a faint scent of dampness to the left.]
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And...ah-]
Oh-! If we're feeling air, we must be getting closer to the usual tunnels already...
...I forgot how much time can pass when you're just talking.
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[If they're lucky, the airflow is because they're near the more traveled tunnels. If they're not... well, there are all kinds of hazards for them to run into underground.]
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[In a wee lil row house! Wow!]
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[The tunnel floor is slightly damp, getting more so as they progress.]
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And I've even got windows! And a bed!
[hey why is that a big deal]
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It's good that the people [pokemon] here are so accommodating of strangers.
[Also that dampness on the floor is starting to turn to little puddles.]
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[Aha-
and. Uh.
Emporio pauses, and stops. Even steps back a bit, hitting the puddles.] Uh...we might need to double back a little for a better route...this is getting wetter than I thought.
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[Even though it could hurt, he doesn't say, looking down at the puddles.] ...That it's still the right path, even with..?
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Do you think Polteageist is the sort of person to set up a challenge and make the most obvious answer the right one?
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...In this case, I think it would be more relevant to think of Mightyena... ...She's the guild leader who probably put these challenges together after all, [he points out with a nod.
...but then, he also grimaces.] ....but she'd probably try to make it as effective a challenge as possible...
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So with a nod, he instead takes a deep breath and winces his way through the puddles.] ...We'll go down this one first, and if it's wrong, turn back, [He decides.]
...I should probably get used to puddles anyway, in case we have rainy seasons like in Florida.
[Rainy, suffice to say, is Emporio putting it extremely lightly.]
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