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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[You know what? Yeah, that's just typical. Of course the Universe would make them into a cat, as if it weren't enough that...]
[Weren't enough that...?]
[They shake their head briefly, giant ears flopping about. Focus. Why are they in the woods? There's a bitter, lonely taste to what feels like the right answer:] I don't have anywhere better to be.
[Don't think about it, don't think about it. Find something distracting instead, like -] ...wait, do you mean you are the talking rock?
[The Shinx's sparks finish dying down. They creep closer, eyeing the rock for... seams? They're not sure what they're looking for. Is that a mouth in between the glowing... eyes? Has it been moving when Itsuhito speaks, this whole time?]
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it doesn't move when he speaks, though the sad little triangle does shift from closed to open, kind of slowly. The shape of the eyeholes doesn't change but the glow of his eyes gets wider, maybe it's surprise?
But other than the triangle mouth and the round eyeholes, no other seams or openings. Just round rock with stubbly little pegs for legs, and weird ghostly branches sticking out of the solid surface at intervals.]
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I mean. You look like one...?
[They creep another few steps closer, and very slowly, very hesitantly, reach out one paw to touch Itsuhito. Does he feel like a rock, too?]
[This close up, they can finally see the ghostly branches too, despite the fog.]
[...they decide to avoid those.]
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Very like a rock. He's still floating just a bit off the ground, and he bobs lightly when patted, like a very low altitude balloon.]
I'm not supposed to be a rock. [He says, and he's not like, worried about it? It's not supposed to be happening, but it's not the weirdest or most distressing thing that's happened recently. It might as well happen, nothing else feels like it's making sense, he might as well be a talking rock interacting with a talking cat.]
Are you supposed to be a blue cat?
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I'm definitely not... I definitely didn't plan to be a cat.
[For some reason, they don't feel like they can confidently say whether or not they're supposed to be...]
[...]
What's 'blue'...?
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[He is a magic floating rock. He is talking to a cat who didn't plan on being a cat and doesn't... know what colors are? Do cats not know colors? No, this person wasn't a cat before (probably) just like he wasn't a rock before.
(It's hard to think. The irritation spikes again, self directed. Focus, Itsuhito.)
They're in a weird, foggy forest. Before this he was... he can't remember.
Is it a trap? It has to be a trap. They're caught up in something. They have to find a way out.]
Do you remember where you were? Before you fell off the cliff and landed on my head.
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Are you just making up words?
[Though... does something about "colors" sound familiar? ...no, they can't place it.]
[They can answer where they were, though! It was - a meadow. A tree. The House. A meadow. The House. The House. The House. The House -]
[Oof. Memories shouldn't overlap like that, should they? Their head hurts, and a chill has sunken into their bones; they're back to shivering involuntarily. But, no, they really do have an answer - all of those places, they're in:] Um. Dormont. It's a village in the country of Vaugarde...?
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There probably are a lot of countries he's never heard of, he's a school nurse not a geography teacher, but it doesn't make sense.]
A space-influencing type shouldn't be able to do that... [that's muttered to himself, as he considers. Tries to consider. He's missing something important, some kind of key that would make this make sense or outline what's wrong or show him where to hit to break it.]
I think we should try and find someone else who knows what's going on.
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Where do you last remember being?
["Space-influencing type" makes the fur on their spine bristle up. Something about that... makes them think of the smell of burnt sugar. Sickly sweet. They look away from Itsuhito, then spin around awkwardly in a circle on four paws, trying to control their shivering.]
[They probably should find someone else, but the forest looks the same in all directions...]
[They look back at Itsuhito dubiously. He's floating now, but:] Can you move like that?
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Can he move like this?
He drops down to the ground with a hollow thunk. A careful step forward, but he's putting too much thought into it now, trying to coordinate too many limbs. One stubby leg moves, and he sort of tilts forward.]
...
[that's not good.]
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[...mmf. They're not sure they like this talking rock, exactly, but abandoning him in the woods when he can't get around feels. Awful. So:]
...I don't think either of us will be happy if I'm rolling you around. Can you float up again, if you try?
[If Itsuhito can manage it, Siffrin will muffle another sneeze, then pad underneath him and look up. They're clearly expecting him to drop down on their back.]
[Itsuhito felt pretty light when they bapped at him, so this should be fine. (Right?)]
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Of course there is. It's having all that happen and for the stranger to offer to help you with the most basic task possible, thereby inconveniencing them when they're already in trouble.]
Oh, no. [He says, with a movement that should be shaking his head but that ends up shaking his whole body in a back-and-forth wiggle.] I'll be fine. It might just take a few moments before I figure out how to make my limbs work.
[So no floating yet, just another attempt to take a step.
This time he manages to fall over completely on one side, and then with his balance lost, he starts to fall over completely on to his back.]
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[They can hardly object when they'd probably also hate being carried, though...]
[They back off a little and crouch on the ground, their ears folding back uncomfortably. Their fur brushes the mud and they shudder.]
...so. Rolling it is?
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... I think I'm stuck.
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[After Itsuhito actually admits to being stuck, though, they reach out and try to bap him upright.]
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... thank you.
[He carefully tries floating, and has a lot more success with that than with walking, hovering a few inches off the ground.]
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Did you know that you have haunted branches growing on your back?
[Still, now that Itsuhito is upright again, Siffrin looks around some more. There is no sign of humanity in... any direction, really, but the fog is thicker everywhere but to their right. Maybe that's the way they should go? They turn to face it, squinting their eye.]
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He does track their gaze, and reorients to look off into the thinning fog.]
Do you see anything?
[Or just more fog?
He will need help moving that way, but he won't ask for it.]
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The fog looks a bit lighter that way, maybe? It might slant uphill...
[It's as good a direction to head as any. Maybe, if they're lucky, they can get a view from above?]
[...]
[Can they nudge Itsuhito along with their head, while he's floating? They're going to try that. (Probably better than having him on their back, honestly, no risk of falling off.)]