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.
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⟡ 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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Still, Dark Heart's panicked gasps are close enough to reach her from her own spot in the same den, and she slowly blinks herself awake.]
Hey. You good?
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Are-- ... Were you awake?
[Checking the temperature on how embarrassed he should be, how thick he should build this wall. Already he feels completely see-through.]
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[It's a fair enough question; in the dark of the den, when she's resting propped up like this, it can be hard to tell if she's asleep or awake.
She could get on his case now for not even answering her question, and for looking scared out of his wits over—to her perception—absolutely nothing. Instead, she explains blandly, almost gentle:]
Thought I heard something.
[Knew she heard something, rather.]
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You thought so, huh?
[It's certainly just an out. A little lie to-- what, to make him feel better? He sighs. This should be a relief, not grating. He really hasn't been sleeping at all.]
Well, so what?
[That was supposed to come out more biting, but he just sounds worn out.]
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[Her voice remains bland and flat, sounding more vaguely annoyed than concerned—but it might be telling that she's bothering to ask him a second time and now leaning in a little, as if to listen especially closely.]
Still waiting on an actual answer.
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Dark Heart casts his gaze aside.]
What do you care?
[Historically disaffected Shoka finding the time to coddle him? He could laugh.]
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[She could leave it at that, and maybe she should. It's enough that some quality beauty rest is on the line for her, isn't it?
But that isn't the real reason, and neither is the thought of getting back at him just a little for the aforementioned being glum incident. Instead, she's thinking of Emporio and that feline Pokémon whose name she never learned, nightmares, and voices crawling in the back of her mind. She's thinking of Dark Heart, too, and how he'd somehow noticed when she was struggling. The simple truth is that she's concerned.
But she can't admit to that in so many words. There's a long pause before she adds:]
... Besides. We're on the same team or whatever, right? If there's something up with you, I wanna know.
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Enough about that. Something like him is never going to understand. Dark Heart sighs and does without.]
So you've had these weird dreams too, right?
[Or-- did once.]
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[It's easy enough for her to answer like that now, because she's come to realize:]
Same as pretty much everyone else around here...
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[That makes it easier, a little. To know that it's not just him. Still, Dark Heart shifts in an intentionally nonchalant way, obvious to any observer.]
It felt... real.
[Like Christy really is gone, like it really is all his fault.]
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[There's a pause. She tries to think of a way to ask that isn't delicate and careful-sounding, but ultimately can't find one, so she just asks it outright:]
... You wanna share?