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!
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[ Adachi paused a moment, trying to lift himself up, only for the nausea to hit him almost immediately. He let out a whine, before just accepting the fact that his head was going to be on the ground for awhile. ]
It's 2012 for me, last I checked.
[ The fact this orb was from another point in time didn't even phase him. Weird shit was going to be weird; time travel wasn't even that odd to waking up with paws. ]
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[...
He has more questions, but they really ought to get out of this fog.]
Well, you ought to get up. I've heard that this fog is hazardous to your health, but there's a clinic within walking distance, if you can even stand.
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[ Adachi tried to stand again, but he barely got up on his front legs, fighting back the urge to throw up as he looked down on himself. Yeah, those were definitely dog legs under him, which meant he had some kind of tail back there too. Someone had a really sick sense of humor. ]
[ Well, it could be worse. He could be a baseball. ]
How do I do that walking thing with four legs?
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[Though, obviously, he can't speak from experience. His body is entirely different, after all.]
Unfortunately, this body is small enough that I doubt it could carry you far.
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[ He couldn't help it; the kid was so round, he had to tease! ]
[ But still, there was the issue of moving, and he wasn't going to be getting anywhere unless they happened on a bird that was bigger than this one. With a groan, he forced himself up on all fours, squeezing his eyes shut against the nausea that threatened him again... only instead to let out a sneeze all over the orb. ]
Oops.
[ He was maybe a little sorry about that one. ]
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I've no interest in being a wheel. Just... try to take one step at a time.
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[ He took one wobbling step, hesitated, before making a back leg move, hesitated, before making a front leg move... and promptly fell over. ]
This is hard!
[ He couldn't help but whine. When was the last time he had trouble doing something as simple as walking? ]
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[If Ren were here, he'd know what to do. He turned into a quadruped. Alas...
Seems this falls upon Akechi's tiny shoulders.]
You could try moving two legs at once. One front, one back.
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[ He couldn't help but snicker at his own bad joke; the kid had left himself wide open for that one. But after a moment he let out a sigh, pulling himself back up to his feet; two legs at a time, right? He let out a breath, before trying to move both of his right legs and... expectedly falling flat on his face. ]
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Akechi's feathers fluff up. Those red eyes of his narrow to slits. It's a wonder he doesn't peck in retaliation, really.]
Unlike some men, I have restraint.
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Right, right, sure.
Anyway, that didn't work. Any other ideas?
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[If Ren were here, he'd probably have more patience, but... ugh. He has work to do.
Even if the company is abrasive.]
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[ The sarcasm was practically dripping from his voice. ]
Can't you... I dunno, at least keep my rear up while I walk on my front legs?
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Unfortunately, as a member of the Oran Berries, he knows for a fact that Mightyena would be severely disappointed.
Not to mention, he's done far worse than make a single lewd comment. But still! How... urgh...
He takes a slow breath in, then out. This is fine.]
If I do, you will owe me. And I expect no further lewd commentary.
[But he gets back into the air, fluttering toward Adachi's rear.
He doesn't grab on just yet, though.]
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Right. No more lewd comments.
[ At least, not out loud. ]
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[So... fine. How to do this...
He lowers himself above Adachi's haunches and then grabs just above the tail. Unfortunately, Poochyena are thirty pounds, and Akechi is an eight inch tall ball of feathers, so it takes a bit of force to lift those hind quarters, and he grunts and strains as he does so.]
You're fortunate that I've been practicing lifting heavier objects...
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Just be careful with those needles of yours.
[ Right, walking. He started forward on his front legs, being careful not to wobble too much. His dizziness didn't make that easy, though. ]
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[The more Adachi moves, the easier it'll be on Akechi's end. If he could just evolve, this wouldn't be so troublesome.
But Ren is only about twice Akechi's weight. Adachi is closer to that Purrloin that he struggled so much with before.
But he's keeping up, despite the strain. He'll just have to think of it as a training exercise in both body and mind.]