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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— Hermann Hesse, Demian
…Which is to say yeah you were just this bad in some ways if not worse in others. Sorry about that.]
—Heeeey! Little guy!
[But enough talk about the past. It looks like you’ve unfortunately been spotted despite your best efforts. Mario drops the pose and walks over to Ken, leering down at him with a needlessly brazen smile.]
Having trouble finding a partner? Nobody else probably even saw you there. I guess I can help you out~♪ I’m Mario.
[…He seems more cooperative now, at least.]
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Ken can't open his mouth to respond to this introduction, because he doesn't trust himself to not blurt out the above, or something equally sarcastic and disastrous. Maybe if he keeps his gaze averted, and hops slightly to the side....? Maybe he can act like he doesn't know it was him who was being addressed.......? ]
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Hmm? No use getting shy now. It’s your lucky day, after all.
[By what delulu definition of lucky, exactly?!]
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[ Ken takes another hop. He is obviously not fine. He is less obviously - if you're, say, someone who has no understanding whatsoever of body language - in the grips of a great internal turmoil. A crisis within his very core. That he cannot focus on around how badly some mysterious external factor is pissing him off.
Strange! ]
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Don’t sound fine. You scared it’ll be too tough?
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He crouches, as if ready to leap - towards or away, he doesn't know, but his heart's coiled up so his body follows suit. In a tone of voice that somehow manages to convey gritted teeth without possessing them: ]
Why.......did you approach me?
[ The Digimon Kaiser, after all, would have never "lowered himself" by reaching out to another. Even to lord his superiority. So this doesn't make sense.
.......Wow, Ken's just found a new thing about himself he's going to have to work on accepting: apparently, he's capable of nitpicking other people's delusions of grandeur. ]
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And I guess…
[He draws the paws back apart, resting them on the back of his head.]
I just know what it’s like to not be seen?
[Holy shit dude excuse me??? There’s no pomp in his voice for once, nor any sign of self-deprecation or embarrassment. He says it very plainly. A statement of fact. A normal part of life.]
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......I see.
[ The bug's posture doesn't relax, exactly, but its legs are no longer tensed for takeoff. That level of vulnerable honesty....had Ken let his own history influence his thinking too much? Seen something that wasn't there, because of surface similarities?
....No, the Digimon Kaiser had also put on a front in the hopes of acknowledgment. Ken had identified that correctly. But Mario doesn't seem as desperate to push others away. Ken has to look past the words, to the actions. That's what had been bothering him, beneath the secondhand embarrassment. What Mario says and what Mario does have been at odds. And if he's bragging because he feels like Ken once felt, overlooked....Then Ken has only once choice, doesn't he.
Ken squares off against the rabbit. He bobs his head - and with it, most of his body; he hasn't got a neck. ]
Okay. But.....
[ How to put this? What had he, at that point in his life, needed to hear? ]
We do it together.
[ You let him help. He tries not to die of cringe every time you open your mouth. Teamwork. ]
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[He says it in a sort of put upon tone, but he’s grinning while he does it.]
Which one should we do, then? The cave might be okay. If we really get in a pinch, I could just dig us out!
[He wiggles his ears. The local Pokemon had since explained to him that Bunnelby are excellent at excavation and he was eager to show it off to any and everyone. Is burrowing extra holes into a tunnel system really a good idea, though???]
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[ To say nothing of yeah. The cave system thing. ]
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[Mario couldn’t even ‘dou demo ii ze’ his way out of this one — he, much to his surprise, actually would feel a little bad if he ruined the fun for others, now than Ken had pointed it out. Weird!!
What’s a conscience? Can you eat it?So he acquiesces.]…Well, whatever!! That just means we’ll have to do it the hard way. C’mon, let’s go!
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[ He'll do his best to keep a brisk pace as they enter, but....Legs. Smol.
....at what point do they get knocked out and moved..... ]
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…
[Mario comes to with an unceremonious groan.]
Ughh. Hell of a way to do this. [He rocks onto his side, siting up.] Heyyy, little guy, you there??
[There are presumably some simple lights hung up so they aren’t in total darkness? Idk. It’s used for the mines, after all, but it’s still… the inside of an underground cave. Not exactly super well lit. On the plus side, he can probably see better than he would’ve been able to as a human, at least! Hopefully he didn’t just roll over and smush his partner, though.]
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[ Ken's antennae start taking stock of the situation before the rest of him can, swiveling to check scents and airflow, feeling for any nearby solids. ]
I'm here. Where....
[ He staggers to his little buggy not-feet. ]
Is this....the escape room.....?
[ It's less a room and more just. Escape Cave. ]