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
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[PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF EVERYONE HERE DO NOT DISMANTLE A POKEMON, SIR,]
I've been eye to eye with a lot of adults here!
I'm even taller than some of them!!!
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Sounds like an excuse, short stack. Especially given some of the architecture. Seems like I'm not going to be the tallest here.
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I mean, probably not...
[There's definitely taller...longer???]
I'm going to get bigger though!
...eventually...
[Not espartha big though, aw man.]
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Keep dreaming. It's good for you. [He means that genuinely but man, it sounds mean from him.]
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Still, Emporio's used to that. And...also not?
All things considered, this really is Anasui being. Nice. It's alien, but it makes him think about those moments during the drive to Cape Canaveral, however short the journey was- those delays caused entirely by recovery from injury, the quiet that existed for at least until they were passing crocodiles and fighting gravity itself.
When Foo Fighters had left with Anasui that day, he'd been scared. Nervous. He hadn't actually heard Anasui profess interest in Jolyne, and then there it was.
...Maybe it had been good for him after all though.
(She was good for all of them, one way or another.)
The forest begins to clear away. They come to rockier land, along a shoreline, where paths put together of cobblestone begin to form. Buildings can be seen- not particularly tall next to the skyscrapers of human cities, but something one might see in a fairytale story book, or similar, with stone bases and wooden upper levels.
The paths are wide. There are lamp posts that look more like perches. Emporio gestures ahead, around Anasui's neck.] We're going to be heading toward the center of the town, that's where the Clinic is- I've been learning some first aid there actually, it's pretty different from normal stuff...
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(He did change. Maybe not quite to the man that she wanted or even needed but he's going to keep working towards that. He's been given another chance, after all).
Anasui continues to walk forward and he is well and truly impressed with the buildings. They're beautifully made, intricate in their own way, and Anasui ruffles his wings as he studies them since he doesn't have fingers to flex.
Man, it sucked not having Diver Down to dismantle something...]
... Is it more like doing first aid for pets?
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[...So he starts, but the streets are actually a lot less bustling today. Emporio gets a bit nervous.]
Hmm.
I was going to say you'd be able to see for yourself how varied everyone can get, but...maybe not? That's kind of weird...
[He hadn't realized how deserted the roads got when he left early in the morning to meet with the others and head off for rescues...]
Well. Some pokemon aren't really 'animal-like'. Polteageist is a ghost made of tea, more or less, as an example.
[So doctor work gets funky.]
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[Thanks, Anasui. Anasui opens his mouth to reply when Emporio drops that bomb on him. And then Anasui hones in on the important part of that conversation.]
... It's a fucking teapot? It's name is literally a teapot? Short and stout? [Anasui!]
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[He should clarify on all of that. Later! They're still making their way downtown, faces passing, walking fast...ing.
No wait, fuck-]Part of him is a teapot, yeah! ...He's also smaller than me, so...yeah, I guess.
[HE'S NOT ACKNOWLEDGING THE RHYME HE ISN'T-]
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... Everything's already so goddamn weird anyway. Why not? I bet that's not even the weirdest thing in this world...
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And sure, percentage wise that was most people back home too, but these guys talk about stuff like...Like personas and whatever.
They're making their way to the center though, and...the streets are starting to fill to normal amounts, though they all go the same direction. Worrying.
This increases when they near the clinic, which is plainly overfull.]
Uhhhhhhhhhh...uh oh...
[And given that the building had to be large enough to take in LARGE pokemon, that's not great.]
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...This sickness spreading is worse than we thought.
[Which is just... fucking great.] And there's nowhere else I can get something for this headache? [The headache he did NOT vocalise about earlier, mind you.]
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[That's really not great, he thinks. It's-
....
hold up]
....How long have you had a headache?
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...
If I caught something, you probably have it by now. I had you in my mouth. [Anasui doesn't apologise but that's the closest to 'sorry not sorry' you're gonna get.]
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[And.
Mm.] ...honestly it's probably in the fog, so I'm not even sure it would matter...
[Which is as close to an apology as Anasui's also going to get, but that's more because Emporio knows that acknowledging Anasui's own apology is not especially wise.]
...Well...we better get in there then...
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Hmph... I don't fancy waiting in there for hours if it's that crowded.
[But Anasui will walk inside despite his reservations. He supposes he can always just take medicine he needs if he doesn't get served fast enough...]
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[He doesn't really think so, though. And good luck knowing What medicine you need, Anasui!!
Of course once they do get inside, it becomes clear that Anasui is at a disadvantage- far from the largest, he's still a larger pokemon, which makes crowd navigation tricky.
Emporio looks around with his helmet back on his back, and hums at the sight.] ...Maybe I can go look around for the Doctor...it's going to be tricky to stay together like this...
[He's clearly hesitant.
It doesn't take a genius to guess why.]
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Anasui's eyes narrow as he surveys all the different Pokemon, a menagerie of monsters. He does his best to push past people but the sheer mass of bodies inside the clinics makes it near impossible for him to get very far. The bird clicks his tongue irritably.]
... Then get a move on already. I can take care of myself. [That isn't the issue and Anasui knows it.] ... I won't intentionally hurt someone unless they deserve it.
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[He wants to trust Anasui- so, down he goes. This may well be the last they talk to each other for a number of hours from here...and looking at him now, Emporio almost fears that if he leaves, they'll forget the other even existed.
Still.] ...I'll show you where I live, after.
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Anasui waves the kid off as best as he can with his head alone. Once Emporio is out of sight, he'll scrunch his eyes shut. His headache is acting up again. He wishes he could massage is temples. It really feels bad right now. He must be really sick.
Probably sick enough to wander into the forest later.]