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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It's called Bottlecap Bay - that's what the.. city... is called, at least. [He had to actively hold himself back from saying 'Twolegplace' and opening that whole can of worms.] I'm also pretty new here, but I've been here for a moon. Everyone who comes here from other worlds gets turned into local animals, who call themselves Pokemon. We can all do magic, and we can all speak to each other. That's the basics, at least - the guild leaders can explain more.
[He knows it can be overwhelming, so he's started purring quietly. Hopefully that helps.]
Try to focus on stepping with one paw at a time, and keeping the rest on the ground. Right forepaw, left leg, then left forepaw and back leg. We can go as slow as you need, but we should try not to stop.
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[Siffrin determinedly tackles walking, eye fixed on their paws. One, two, three, four, don't trip -]
[If Firepaw ended up more on Siffrin's left side, the one with the bad eye, the Shinx slowly drifts closer until they bump into his flank - then they start away, their body language apologetic. If Firepaw ended up on Siffrin's right side, they seem to be able to gauge their distance from the Litten better - but especially when they're focused on their paws, they sometimes snag their left side on branches and bushes. Either way, they don't comment.]
Turning into animals sounds like serious Craft... I didn't even know that was possible. [Should they even ask about other worlds? That's a Lot.]
[...]
[...the purring is cute. They do feel themself relax a little bit, despite themself.]
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[Or maybe that's just the fog.
Firepaw did end up on Siffrin's left side, and it doesn't take him long to notice the blind drifting. He doesn't mention it, but he does have some experience with blind cats, so he slows a bit until their shoulders are touching and uses that to guild them a little more directly.]
I used to be a cat, but most of the newcomers here used to be humans. [He's getting better and better about not calling them Twolegs.] I think whatever you turn into has something to do with who you are... but even the Pokemon here don't know exactly what's happening. None of them are responsible for it.
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A cat??
Could you still talk to humans? [Though, come to think of it...] ...what language are we even speaking, right now?
[They weren't thinking about it until now, but they've just realized they're not speaking Vaugardian. Or any of the other languages they can sort of get by in. Which is almost as alarming as the being-a-cat thing!]
[Siffrin's initial reaction to the shoulder touch is going tense, just like with Firepaw's tail over his back. They don't move away, seeming to recognize what Firepaw is doing and trusting that it really is that important to get out of the fog quickly. But they do focus even more determinedly on their pawsteps. Every once in a while they're wracked with a short bout of shivers.]
[After a long enough time, though, they start to relax... and maybe even lean against Firepaw a bit more. They're not putting more weight on him, just - contact.]
[But maybe don't mention it.]
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[He's vaguely aware that they aren't meowing, but he already struggles with the idea of learning other languages.
After a while he lifts his head to sniff - it's hard to path-find in the forest, but he can smell the city well enough to move them toward it. And the sunlight is starting to break through the canopy more, pushing back the fog.]
Once we get back to the city, we should get you to the PokeClinic. It's busy there, but waiting there is better than letting this sickness run its course on you.
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[By the time patches of sunlight are splashing down onto the ground, Siffrin has more confidence in walking on all fours. Just as long as they don't go too fast. They lift their head to sniff the air, following Firepaw's lead, and pick up way more scents than they're used to... though they can't make much sense of them.]
[Raising their head does mean they're looking around again, though, and - they freeze. There's a tall shape off to the right, indistinct through the haze, but familiar.]
[Instead of responding to what Firepaw's saying about the clinic, they force out a,] Do you - do you see anything in the fog, over there?