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003 ⟡ MAY TEST DRIVE


⋆✩ test drive 03 ✩⋆



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
FROM TUNNELS DEEP





The scent of must meets your nostrils, perhaps more strongly than it normally would. To open your eyes is to meet the dark — though if you're fortunate it could be that something about this new body, or perhaps the body of another, leaves some faint illumination to see by. Either way it soon becomes clear that where you are is somewhere underground. They are deep and sprawling tunnels, with corners of some unknown civilization storied away in their many carvings and ruined pottery. Portions of the cavern walls even bear the appearance of old structures and dwellings, as if the earth itself swallowed a city whole.

Trickling through the tunnels in quiet streams are tendrils of fog. It's difficult to see, but not in the least hard to feel. The mist is damp and cloying, clinging to every inch it finds on you to the point that it seems to grasp at the very soul; and the longer one lets it have its way, the worst it feels. You begin to question your body. Your mind. Your very memories — are they really yours?

Staying underground may be unwise anyway. Diglett and Dugtrio soon make themselves known to the weary arrivals here, and unlike these newcomers they have had far too long to succumb to the mist. They will attack without hesitation, and the only options are to fight or flee above ground.

The forest above unfortunately is not much better. The fog here is thick, even if some light somehow makes its way through the canopy above. What could have once been helpful landmarks become sources of dizzying misunderstanding, and the gnarled trees seem to move when no one watches. Rescuers from the city will have their work cut out for them once it becomes clear how many could be stranded out there, and time will be of the essence. The sooner that these wanderers can be brought to the clinic to be treated, the better!


CAUGHT IN THE BRAIN FOG⟡ While the fog does not cause illness specifically, it is still incredibly dangerous to spend extended periods of time within it. Disorientation, hallucination, as well as mental and physical dysphoria are all symptoms noted from the fog and it is vital to remove oneself from its presence. Fortunately, the symptoms fade quickly once exposure ends.

⟡ The severity of the above varies; characters may feel that time is moving too quickly, or simply become incredibly aware of their inhuman limbs. Players may increase or decrease symptoms as they desire, at this time.

⟡ In addition to the above symptoms, memories become scattered across characters in the fog. The longer one remains within it, the more memory they lose to it — and the more foreign memories they gain. Players are encouraged to offer memories within their top-levels for others to use, but unlike other symptoms, characters need to come in contact with the memory's source to be free of them.

⟡ As many within Bottlecap Bay can guess, the location of all of this is the Southern Forest; which means all the dangers discovered in earlier quests apply. In addition to the disorienting fog, this particular branch of forest is rife with time and space distortions, making it difficult to navigate safely through.



ii. under the weather

RAIN RAIN, GO AWAY



The first thing anyone will notice as the month of May truly sets in, is the rain. Light or heavy, sunny or cloudy, a near constant rain pours down upon Bottlecap Bay and its surrounding areas. There's no escaping it; it pours, and it pours, and it pours ever long, until it becomes impossible to do even basic tasks outside one's dwelling without getting soaked to the bone.

While it's not unusual to receive rain at this time of the year, the amount of rain is unnatural according to the Guild Leaders. To ensure no one suffers any more than they already have, all three are quick to open their doors to these new Pokemon in their midst. Or at least, they're quick to offer other foreigner's doors. Pokemon who originated from other worlds soon find themselves with new bunkmates and housemates, and with the rain as bad as it is there’s no good way to refuse.

It's best to remain in similar company after all, and until there’s time to sort out who fits where, it’s all these newcomers have.


RAIN CHECK⟡ Though the epidemic from earlier in the year has now passed over, Dr. Denne does not let his guard down. New pokemon are herded to the clinic for mandatory check-ups, to be absolutely safe. The clinic will house pokemon exhibiting any sign of illness, but otherwise send them off to rest in their temporarily assigned housing.

⟡ Unfortunately, many of the offered Guild rooms belong to those recently admitted into the fold. At these lower tiers, rooms are often exposed to incoming water. Rain causes floods to rise up within Oran Guild, bringing at least an inch of rainwater along the shared ground. In the Cheri Guild, it pours between leaves and over walls during particularly stormy weather. The only guild with surefire methods to avoid the rain is Lum Guild; all of these buildings are fully enclosed.

⟡ Even if Pokemon are able to avoid getting wet while sleeping, this won’t spare them when they go outside; it is at minimum drizzling at all times for the rest of the month.


THE WATER CYCLE



While Pokemon begin to settle into their new lives at Bottlecap Bay, the rain continues to fall. On some days it’s harder — hard enough to bring sheets thick enough to blot vision, sharp enough to leave unprotected pelts stinging for minutes after retreating inside. Thunder booms, and lightning flashes, a clear message to all within the city when they see it. These storms are bad. Dangerous. And the danger is in more than just the weather itself.

At first the signs are subtle. Those same symptoms from the forest can be felt, lasting only as long as a Pokemon is damp from the downpour outside. Even the gentle drizzle causes absent thoughts, an empty mind staring into the distant grey skies as you forget.

Staring longer still, as you remember. But is what you're remembering actually yours? Something about the concentration of forest mist in the form of raindrops changes the effects as the days go by. The body and mind rebel against what it knows doesn't belong, and it finally comes bursting out with a shout! Those memories you've seen, they aren't yours! They're someone else's!

And the world needs to hear it!


STORMY MOODSAfter May 10th, the rain for the rest of the month is constant. Severity of the downpour is up to the player to decide, but it never stops drizzling at the least.

⟡ While symptoms from earlier prompts can still be in effect, additional consequences are caused by the rain. Light drizzle carries lighter memories; happier thoughts, caring moments. Pokemon capturing these from the rain are drawn to quietly whisper their opinions on such memories, and can pass them to the original owner in this way. Raging storms bring the opposite; Pokemon will inherit despairing, or wrathful memories from another in the rain, and feel compelled to instead shout their opinions to cast the memory aside.

⟡ Despite the above, Pokemon do not need to pass the memory to their original owner to get rid of them. NPCs can be used as well, and it can be assumed the memory eventually made its way home.

⟡ Side effects of the rain carry over into any puddles formed. Sleeping while soaked in water will cause effects to manifest as sleep-talk, and potentially affect their dreams.



iii. the archives

RECORDS KEEPING



The longer the rainfall persists, the more clear it is that staying outside is unwise. Not only is it dangerous to non-water type Pokemon's health for the most part, but the full scope of side effects only increase the risks. After one too many shouting matches caused by vitriolic memories, Polteageist offers a simple but beneficial solution. The doors of the archives are opened up, as senior members in the Lum Guild offer up their time as temporary librarians.

Polteageist's solution is as follows; instead of training their bodies out in the rain, everyone will be training their brains. There have been many questions raised over the last number of weeks, and now is the time for everyone to investigate the mysteries. Entering the Archives means entering a building of clear splendor, filled with couches and beanbags for sitting and beautiful flowers and plants to accentuate the green hues within the halls. The shelves are well stocked with records kept on stone tablets, and the additional guides within the guild are eager to help everyone find what they're looking for.

The illustrious leader of the Lum Berries is well aware however, that not everyone is willing to spend all their time reading. As it would be counterproductive to expect anyone to sit twiddling their thumbs (or tails, or ears) he has thus arranged for a few of the archive meeting rooms to host additional activities. They are simple things; there's classes on recording writings properly in clay before firing, minor history lessons where newly arrived Pokemon can share in what many others already know, and even community building exercises. They're nothing like the escape rooms organized during the last two months, but they're good for passing the time.

And eventually, the rain will hopefully calm down. A few skilled Psychic Pokemon are offering their services to keep others dry until then however, at least so that everyone can get home safely.


SHUSH!⟡ The Archives, while acting as the base of operations for the Lum Berries Guild, additionally acts as a library. Players are encouraged to come up with their own available texts within these halls, but should keep in mind that not all knowledge is publically available. If a player is unsure about whether or not something can be easily accessed, please comment about the topic under questions.

⟡ Examples of available topics include general folk tales and fairy tales (with examples given here), as well as non-fiction matters such as pokemon types, species, and moves. As a note, paradox pokemon and canonically synthetic pokemon such as Type: Null are not included.

⟡ The history of Bottlecap Bay is no different from what is noted within the game's premise; guild members teaching the history will explain that the settlement came about when a number of Pokemon escaped from human lands, seeking refuge where no humans could be found.

⟡ Players may be creative with team building exercises, provided they would not cause damage to their surroundings; examples include bonding activities such as 'two truths and a lie', '20 Questions', and even scavenger hunts within the public Archive limits. The focus is always upon getting to know one another.


✩ OOC NOTES.
TDM CWS: body horror, disorientation, hallucinations, dysphoria

⟡ 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 participate in the Archive's bonding activities, they may receive a unique reward.

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 a reminder, reserves and applications are permanently opened. Please see their respective pages for details on processing time.

⟡ Have any questions related to the TDM? Ask here! If your question is more general for the game, please make sure to direct it to the FAQ page instead. Thank you, and happy threading!

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loopsiedaisy: (⚡ But that was yesterday)

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-05-12 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Siffrin grabs the other end of the tablet in their mouth as Technus slides it out, to help carry it over to a table.]

[As a result their voice is kind of muffled, but it's still possible to make out:]
An electric tablet...?
stormy_skies: (chatting)

[personal profile] stormy_skies 2025-05-12 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh...huh.

[From the tone of her voice and her expression it's clear she doesn't believe him. She hauls her hammer back onto her shoulder.]

Come on. If we work together we might be able to find a way out of here.
technusrulez: (IT WILL DRIVE YOU... TO YOUR DOOM!)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-12 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
AHAHAHA! THAT IS CORRECT! YOU HAVE FIGURED OUT THE MYSTERY ON YOUR FIRST GUESS! BUT I WAS OLD, SO I WAS GOING TO DIE SOON REGARDLESS. I AM GLAD TO HAVE GONE OUT IN SUCH A SPECTACLE!

AND YES, GHOSTS ARE REAL WHERE I AM FROM. WE HAVE OUR OWN DIMENSION, CONNECTED TO THE HUMAN WORLD. BUT I FAR PREFER THE HUMAN WORLD.
technusrulez: (Default)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-12 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
YES! I, TECHNUS- MANIPULATOR OF MACHINES, LORD OF ALL GADGETRY, WIZARD OF INTEGRATED CIRCUITRY- HAVE POWER OVER ALL THINGS ELECTRONIC! IF IT WERE AN ELECTRONIC TABLET, I COULD MOVE IT WITH JUST A THOUGHT!
BUT THIS WORLD DOES NOT HAVE THE ELECTRONICS I AM USED TO. AND SO THINGS SHALL BE FAR MORE DIFFICULT FOR ME.
Edited (wording. he wasnt being grandiose enough.) 2025-05-12 22:47 (UTC)
friendlyflower: flowey looks serious (serious)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-12 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Interesting. Verrrry interesting. This guy sure isn't the 'trusting' type, huh? It's as if this is only his first time being forcibly transformed against his will.

Well, he's right to be wary. The only reason that Flowey is willing to help him, much less turn his back to him, is because he doesn't have much of a chance if he encounters an enemy stronger than those Digletts. It's not like he's doing this out of the kindness of his nonexistent heart. And if the stranger knew what Flowey's done in his past, the best case scenario is that he would just leave.

The stranger's too paranoid to be placated by platitudes, Flowey decides. Maybe he'll try being real with him.
]

No. If I were, I'd have died a long time ago, and I would've deserved it. But our chances are better if we're not going it alone. Besides, what threat do I pose to you that you're so scared of? The only reason I could beat those things is that I think my attack has some kind of type bonus against them.

[It's kind of cathartic to be honest. The 'nice guy' act gets tiring much faster these days.] Look, buddy, I'm not trying to be your best friend or any of that crap. Are you in or not? I don't have all day, and I don't need you having some kind of episode and biting me in half.
undeux_allblue: (FEEDING YOU!!!!!)

unecessarily detailed questions about food

[personal profile] undeux_allblue 2025-05-12 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
This is. Probably answered somewhere I missed, but are there books in the library about food different pokemon eat? Recipes or anything like that? I know berries and fruit are staples, but even then, how are carnivorous pokemon handled?

Sanji is a chef and very very keen on making sure everyone is fed/knows where to get food, and will study everything on that subject VERY seriously. He may be trying to get into any existing kitchen settings if there are any? I made him a vulpix though so he may just be practicing basic motor functions with. Paws. Instead of hands. Are there cooking tools kept anywhere (pots, pans, knives, bowls, etc), or is that more up to pokemon that are more built for that sort of thing?

Sorry if that's highly specific/I'm missing where that was discussed. If cooking isn't really a thing here (it could be too "human") then I will make!! Stuff up!! Either way it's all good!
telewarped: (Why can't you see me?)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-05-13 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[As if anticipating pain, she gives a quiet, unconscious hiss, but doesn't shrink back any further.]

L—... Like hell it is...

[Beyond that, she doesn't know what to say either. She feels sick—exhausted, disoriented, estranged from her own thoughts. Colors still feel overwhelming, making her head swim and throb. A part of her is still locked into fight and die, and die, and die mode, tensed and ready to bolt. But she has to say something.

It's just like it was down in the tunnels: memories spilled over, escaping into places they don't belong. Siffrin is color blind and sees only in shades of gray. When they described the hat they used to wear, she'd pictured it as a mage's hat, like the avatar item in FanGO. Those memories she saw—felt, as if they were her own—were theirs, weren't they? All of it, through to the parts that still feel like her: the tiredness, the not fighting back, the waiting for everything to end.

She has to say something.]


You... You saw something. Didn't you?

[Something about those words, spoken in that order, gives her an uncanny sense of déjà vu. She—thinks she—knows why for only a moment before that memory slips away from her, too.

In another time, long after her death, she stands with Rindo outside of Miyashita Park. She'll have to be ready to fight Ayano once they get there. She knows this now because Rindo's been trying to talk her through it all day, trying to get her to come to terms with it in a way he undoubtedly thinks is subtle enough for her not to notice.

There's something off about you today, she tells him. You're all serious and stuff... What did you see?

Did you already turn back time?


In the present, her eyes, eerily human behind her mask, search Siffrin's. The writhing of her form starts to slow.]


Same as me...
bladeofnymeia: (O.O)

A

[personal profile] bladeofnymeia 2025-05-13 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[It's almost comical, how the little blue Nidoran that had approached him seems unfazed and unafraid of Till's swearing, his growling, his clear frustration. In fact, she's sat down much like the small rodent she is, a bandana over her snout and widened eyes her only marked expression of surprise.]

My apologies! I hadn't meant to startle you. But - well, if you are who I think you are, it's also no wonder you are, at least, startled. What has happened to you is rather confusing and complicated.

[Her gaze goes around to the tunnels, and the fog creeping in like tendrils.]

I can bring you somewhere safe, with kind creatures. And along the way, I can try to explain what's going on. But it's a story better heard out and away from all of this, if you're willing to follow me.
friendlyflower: (oh)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-13 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Her words strike at his very core: "Did you expect no one would answer?"

Nobody did before. Why start now...?
]

It's... Flowey. Yeah. [For the briefest second, he almost slips and uses a name that he shed long ago. He curses the fog.] Just call me Flowey.

[With no other choice, he finds himself hopping after Lusamine. How humiliating. The phantom limbs that the fog brought on are gone, at least for the moment. Transformed again, but still limbless-- either this is some kind of punishment or he's the subject of a great cosmic joke.]

L-look, I'm not trying to snap your head off, okay? Anyone else would've just finished me off. Those mole-looking things aren't messing around. So, thanks, or... whatever. [He huffs, well aware that he sounds more petulant and childish than usual.]

Who are you, anyway?
bladeofnymeia: (how is my head still intact)

[personal profile] bladeofnymeia 2025-05-13 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[THAL'S BALLS AND BEARD-

Technus's volume bowls Firoza over, so startled is she - thankfully we haven't sent a tablet crashing to the ground, but with all the dirty looks coming from other, more studious Pokemon, the prat fall is not appreciated.]


Ah - um - sorry? Could you...y-you are very loud.

[Stating the obvious.]
friendlyflower: flowey with a raised eyebrow and smile (eyebrow)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-13 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[This feels familiar. Flowey can't say he likes Technus yet- he can't really feel any type of fondness- but he finds himself chuckling at his bombastic manner of speaking.]

Heh. To each their own. I dunno, I think dying of old age is probably way less painful than 'a spectacle'. [Of course, his 'spectacle' was particularly brutal. He doesn't say that, though.]

There are ghosts in my world, too, but they fall under the classification of 'monsters'! The humans locked us all up underground because they were scared. It was kinda like this! [He gestures- as much as one can without arms- all around the tunnels.] The ghosts just came into being, though-- they weren't human before.
technusrulez: (THIS COULD TAKE A WHILE...)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-13 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Luckily, the dirty looks are probably also directed at Technus. Which has been happening a lot.]

...sorry.

[At least he has the decency to look ashamed.]
Edited 2025-05-13 01:14 (UTC)
technusrulez: (SECURITY CAMERA 14! VISUAL!)

sorry for deleting and redoing. i remembered The Fog:tm: and had to change my reply a lot

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-13 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
IT WAS PAINFUL, BUT IT WAS GLORIOUS! I MAY HAVE DIED, BUT I WAS REBORN!

[Technus looks around at the tunnels, and frowns.]

THAT SOUNDS AWFUL FOR THEM. I WAS LOCKED UP IN THE GHOST ZONE FOR A FEW YEARS, BUT THAT WAS AN INFINITE VOID- UNDERGROUND IS FAR MORE CRAMPED. THEN THERE WAS...

[The fog is creeping up on them, and Technus suddenly can't remember what he was talking about. It feels like a weight off his non-existent shoulders.]

...WELL, THAT'S IRRELEVANT!

[Perhaps Flowey will be the one to pick up that memory up, perhaps not. But it's a strong one. Being trapped in a small, dark space, barely enough room for yourself, desperate for freedom but unable to get it, and swearing vengeance on those brats who locked you up.]
stormy_skies: (Default)

Astrid Hofferson | How To Train Your Dragon | New Character [Tinkaton]

[personal profile] stormy_skies 2025-05-13 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
A: Arrivals

[Astrid is trying to make her way out of the tunnels by following the wall. It's slow going, what with having to fight off these odd moles every so often, but at least she has a weapon to fight them off with. A surprisingly sturdy one despite being constructed in a way that would give her boyfriend and his mentor fits if they ever saw it.]

This would be going so much faster if these legs weren't so short. If I ever get my hands on Loki I'm going to throttle him, god or not.

[For what else could this transformation be other than an act of the gods?]

B: Water Cycle

[Hit me up with a tag asking for a light or dark memory]

C: The Archives

[Astrid hasn't had a lot of time to get the lay of the land so far. Even if she had she knew some of the explanation wouldn't really make sense unless she had a good base if knowledge to work from. So she's knee-deep in studying the basics. Learning what she can do and having a decent idea of what she'll potentially have to deal with can only help in the future.]

So...Fairy-types are strong against Dragons. That's a little ironic.
stormy_skies: (Default)

Astrid | HTTYD | Tinkaton

[personal profile] stormy_skies 2025-05-13 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
loopsiedaisy: (🌑 But it never stops)

[1/2] (spoilers Intensify)

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-05-13 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Siffrin pulls their paws in - not like they're trying to look smaller, really, but like they're trying to squeeze themself into a smaller space anyway. They hunch their shoulders, not meeting Shoka's eyes.]

Y-yeah. Sorry. [Someone - they don't remember who - once told them to say other things instead of sorry and they internalized it in all the wrong ways. They usually try to avoid the word. But right now they can't think of anything else to say.]

[They just feel... guilty? For seeing something they had no right to. It's their fault, for constantly going out into the rain and not trying harder to avoid people. (They have been trying, but clearly it's not enough.)]

[And. Shoka is - they wouldn't presume to call her their friend, but they     don't want her to have       ]

[Their chest aches hollowly. They don't even care what she saw (yet); they don't have the energy to, after the past couple weeks.]


We should probably - ['...get out of the rain,' they're about to say, but they're interrupted before they can.]

[Memory of ________]
[Your fingers       are wrapped around someone's neck.]

[You can't tell who it is. The memory is too blurry, like a photograph that's been sitting out in the downpour.]

I'm sorry, _______! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!

 
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[Your fingers twitch, convulse. You try to make them close.]

[You ]

[    can't           ]

[           make yourself do it.]

[A sob catches in your throat.]
Edited (god this text effect sure never cooperates) 2025-05-13 03:53 (UTC)
loopsiedaisy: (🪐 Tell me why I can't understand)

[2/2]

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-05-13 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
['Did you already turn back time?' they remember their mouth saying, and immediately their heart drops into the depths of their stomach.]

- no! They can't know!

[The memory springs back out of their head, and they stagger.]

[Their heart is racing. They don't know why, it shouldn't matter, they have no one to hide it from anymore! But they can't breathe!!]

[They stare at Shoka, terrified, frozen like a deer in headlights.]
truthdecided: (perplexed)

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-05-13 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
It's more likely of supernatural origin, though no one in this world, be they outsider or native inhabitants have come close to the truth.

[And that part is key, in Akechi's eyes. It's a different world. It operates on his own rules.

He keeps his composure, letting the words sink in for a moment.]


That being said, the residents are unusually accepting and have requested us to retrieve those who may be lost in the fog.
truthdecided: (thinking)

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-05-13 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
...Time travel.

[It's the most logical explanation for the repetition, even with the variation in those repeated moments.

He's savvy enough to know genre conventions of fantasy and soft science fiction...

Though, clearly, this isn't fiction.]


That, or parallel realities, I suppose, but time travel or temporal manipulation strike me as more feasible.
truthdecided: (thinking)

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-05-13 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[It's certainly an impressive hammer. Large, no doubt destructive, though quite the odd contrast with all that pink.

Still, a question deserves a proper answer.]


Akechi, and it's been several months since the first of us arrived. You would be among the third batch.
dunchies: (081)

stormy moods (i'll take uuuh one dark and sad please)

[personal profile] dunchies 2025-05-13 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Emporio may not have gone to school, but that leaves just enough room for one memory to make its way to him. Visions of classrooms and hallways peek through the rain. A group of boys surrounds him again, pushing him back and forth between each other until he finally hits the ground hard. His books and papers scatter across the floor, and wild laughter fills the air. Oops, they say through crooked smiles, but he gives them nothing, focused only on reaching for the journal in front of him.

One kicks him back when he gets too close, and another snatches it up and away. What a freak, they call him, jeering at his notes and drawings before ripping at the pages and tossing the scraps in his face. The sound is enough to make his ears burn, but with no other reaction elicited, they eventually leave him to pick up the pieces, all alone.

Laios, for what it's worth, is running back toward the Archives, caught in a sudden storm and none the wiser.
]
stormy_skies: (worried)

[personal profile] stormy_skies 2025-05-13 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Months and no sign of a way out or whatever dragged us here in the first place. Wonderful.

[She flops back on the hammer with a groan.]

Sorry. Not your fault. I've just got a lot of work to do back home, including keeping my boyfriend's complete lack of self-preservation instinct in check, and instead I'm dealing with this.
Edited 2025-05-13 06:35 (UTC)
dunchies: (096)

[personal profile] dunchies 2025-05-13 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
... I don't—uh. [ That seems to do the trick. He blinks, feeling a few tears spill over before he can pull himself out of it. The memories are still bleeding together in his mind, and as much as he can't seem to untangle them, he's at least able to push the confusion aside.

For now, anyway.
] It's not normally this bad. Well, there was a mushroom problem last month. The ocean's been dangerous lately, too. [ He rubs his paw against his cheek, as if to keep warding off the mental fog. ] But, you know... hail might actually kill you. You're a grass type, right?
shotinhead: (3;)

brain fog cw: violence

[personal profile] shotinhead 2025-05-13 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A memory draws near! ]

[ this time you get a video back :3

But what the video doesn't show is Perrins' thoughts. (nor the fact he would have gotten his dogs to strike first.) How he blames himself, how his heart breaks for his monk-like (?) friend. How he could have helped more. He blames himself, even now.

He should have protected Veronica more. He should have acted as protection, or-- something! She didn't deserve to lose even more. He hadn't even had the heart to tell her about the truths he learned elsewhere, that her girlfriend still lived, that she'd decided not to come back after everything. (Perhaps he would bring Veronica there, even if Perrin didn't want to return to the Sierra Madre. Their comfort and happiness mattered more.)

Also, of note, is that Veronica called him Perry. ]


But there's a soft look in his eyes. Perhaps it was because of how he heard that other robed person talk of heroes, even if the land felt sickly and painful. He approached, looking around.

Found anybody yet, hero?

It was said in jest, but his head ached. (When didn't it?)
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[personal profile] shotinhead 2025-05-13 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He laughs. ] They were given decoy packages, actually - since it was a hella important package. But a cowboy? Nah, that's not my style. [ A beat. ] Though there's quite a few where I come from. Comes with livin' in the desert, I guess...