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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!
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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
✩ 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!
⟡ 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!
QUESTIONS
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NEWBIE DIRECTORY
Dio Brando | JJBA: Phantom Blood
Flowey | Undertale | Sunkern
Till | Alien Stage | Mightyena
Luigi | Super Mario Bros. | Newbie (Frillish)
Technus | Danny Phantom | Newbie (Rotom)
Astrid | HTTYD | Tinkaton
Rei Todoroki | My Hero Academia | Alolan Nine Tails
Bigby Wolf | The Wolf Among Us
Black Leg Sanji 🌊 One Piece (Pre-Timeskip) 🌊 shiny Vulpix
Flamebringer | Arknights
Dio Brando | JJBA: Phantom Blood | New Character
i. Arrivals
[Dio found his way out of the tunnels a while ago. For as difficult as it is to get used to his new form, his ability to echolocate made it surprisingly easy to navigate in the pitch dark. But just because he knows the way out doesn’t mean he’s taking it - it’s daytime outside, and he’s hesitant to find out the hard way whether his new body can handle the sunlight.]
(a) [Instead of going upward he trolls the tunnels, screeching occasionally to get a lay of the land and circling above other creatures as they try to find their way out. If he finds something small enough he’ll swoop down and use Supersonic at them, trying to addle their senses before he attacks properly.]
(b) [Eventually he gets his fill of violence, and makes it close to the entrance from the Southern Forest, finding a comfortable spot to rest on the floor of the tunnel. One of his wings was injured by a Pokemon below, so he isn’t able to fly up to the ceiling where he wants to be. He’s planning to wait there until night, but he doesn’t think he needs to sleep - so he’s happy to strike up a conversation with anyone passing through in one direction or the other.]
Be careful if you’re going down there… there’s something terrible happening to the animals that stay for too long.
ii. Under the Weather
[He didn’t mind the rain too much as a human or vampire, but as a bat it weighs him down too much to fly comfortably and muddles his echolocation. Dio is picky about his housing, and only accepts offers to stay in the Lum housing, but he acts gracious when he’s finally offered a ‘proper’ place to rest.
Unfortunately, he’s a terrible roommate. He doesn’t really need a bed, but he’ll come in and dry his fur on his roommate’s blankets before roosting on the ceiling. He’ll snoop through their things, although he’ll be careful to cover up his tracks, and valuables are likely to go missing if he’s left unattended. But he’s trying his best to be a good guest, he says, and it would be cruel of them to kick him out into the rain. What if he got a cold?
Worst of all, it turns out he does need to sleep - and he has a tendency to mutter pretty alarming things when he does.]
[[ooc: feel free to ask for a light or heavy memory, or reply with one for Dio to experience! blanket CW for blood, gore, body horror, domestic violence, animal or human violence/death. heavy memories may include more specific CWs that i’ll list in the subject.]]
iii. The Archives
[More than anywhere else, this is where Dio wants to be. From the moment the Archives are opened, Dio pretty much only leaves to eat or sleep. The rest of the time he’s reading up on history, biology and laws as they relate to the Bay and the Pokemon in it. Folklore is less interesting, but as soon as he starts running out of the material he’s actually interested in he starts reaching for more and more fringe topics.
Type advantages are certainly interesting… as is information about his new form, the Noibat. They eat fruit, disappointingly, and aren’t able to digest meat or blood. That explains the stomachache he got after leaving the tunnels.
While he won’t seek out others, he doesn’t mind being approached for a conversation. Well, he does, but he won’t let it show. If someone tries to get his attention, he carefully lowers the tablet he’s reading and looks up.]
Can I help you with something?
iv. Wildcard
[Feel free to toss anything at me! Or come poke me at
Arrivals - (a)
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[ wildcard - questboard ]
IM SO LATE GETTING TO THIS OOPS...
The Archives (WHAT WAS THAT MISFIRE HELP)
Emporio Alniño | JJBA: Stone Ocean | Old Character (Cubone, No Helmet)
[Emporio doesn't go out to the Southern Forest. It's not like he's scared or anything (he's totally not), he just doesn't think he'll be as helpful there as others can be.
So, while various Pokemon set off to help rescue any stragglers in the woods, Emporio instead takes his place in the Clinic with Dr. Denne to do what little help he can. Handling intake records, delivering basic medications, checking in on people's health. So on, so forth.
Intake is especially important right now though, as this whole matter of people arriving from other realities is becoming uncomfortably common- and with a few having fallen into deep sleeps or even comas, there's a need to keep track of details.] Okay...
I need your name, and...some basic information. How familiar you feel with your body and surroundings, that kind of thing.
[RAIN CHECK]
[Rain- or showers, at least- are not especially dire for Emporio if he plays his cards correctly. While ground types are of course weak to water, he does still have to get clean somehow, and hydrate somehow, and it's clear that fresh and clean water doesn't leave as hard a mark on him. He still has to be more careful about it, but it's fine.
That all means that the incoming downpour has been particularly troubling for Emporio though, so when Anasui presents him with a little rain poncho he purchased, the cubone is more than elated.
He wishes he could feel as elated about everything else, though. Specifically, about the state of his small home, which has now abruptly gained...bonus occupants.
Temporarily of course. But with Anasui clambering in there every night to stay near, it's a bit more like a sardine can.] Uhhh...
[Still, he's gonna attempt to be a good host.] So...is everything comfortable?
[STORMY MOODS]
[[OOC - This prompt will vary according to who tags in; either tag in with an empty tag and a header specifying a Light or Dark memory (and if you're comfortable with spoilers for Emporio's canon), OR you can tag outright with a memory Emporio receives from your character. Enjoy, and feel free to contact me at discord (@ usagisquared) or plurk (
[THE ARCHIVES GUIDE]
[As a member of the Lum Guild, Emporio naturally gets to pull a few shifts as a voluntary 'Librarian' for the Archives. He hasn't read everything in the public Archives of course- beyond the fact that no pokemon save Polteageist likely has, he's only been here so long and he's only really focused on a small section of the library.
But he's damn good at showing people around that particular section, and so he gestures to a shelf of clay tablets.] ...and these ones here focus on different species of Pokemon. General things- what most prefer for their habitats, their diets, and so on. It's really useful in learning to adapt.
[He says, keeping his cubone helmet Off, and strapped to his back like a weird bag.]
[RECORDS MAKING]
[All work and no play makes Emporio a very shut-in child, so the cubone is more often than not hunted down and convinced into one of the meeting rooms to participate in a few socializing activities. He's not the best at them, but that's more because of a lack of worldly experience and his own social awkwardness, than any true unwillingness. Which is good, because he can't imagine anyone would be thrilled if he dug his heels in on anything.
This current game is at least interesting, though, and he thinks he might have it in the bag. Which is a mean thought to have, but well-]
Never have I ever...gone to school.
[In his defense, it's Really easy.]
RECORDS MAKING
jumpscared by the icons despite knowing you finished those, screams
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FROM TUNNELS TO THE DOCTOR
TECHNUS!!!! -POINTS, YELLS EXCITEDLY-
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stormy moods (i'll take uuuh one dark and sad please)
u rolled for the literal worst one oh no SPOILERS FOR THE ABSOLUTE END SERIES BELOW
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courier six (perrin) | fallout: new vegas
[ This month, Perrin was still feeling shaken from the events in the forest. He was still having his quiet mental breakdown. Focus, Perrin. Focus! But you will find him, if you look a bit too soaked, a bit of a frown on his... uh, well. Dragonite don't have lips. On his face! ]
Come stay with me.
[ It's not a question, as his wings flap a few times - trying to dry off. There's an odd warmth from the wings - while he doesn't realise it, it's the beginnings of learning Heat Wave. ]
Least for a night. There's room.
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The Water Cycle;
[ Perrin has mentioned, off-handedly, that he sometimes has mental health issues. Sometimes has struggles with his own mind - even if he hasn't explained everything. But perhaps now you'll figure out more, as you see his memories. Tag with the sort of tone you want from a memory!
Or give Perrin a memory to experience. He will cope the best he can. I swear. ]
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Records Keeping;
[ Unlike many others, Perrin seems at home at the archives - though that doesn't mean you won't find him at classes. No, he seems to be attending classes, even if he's been at them before. But he's also there with a smirk as he stands by one of the walls. ]
They want us to do some speaking, learning about each other? Well, why not truth or dare? 'course, long as the dare doesn't involve Russian Roulette.
The Water Cycle (cw: animal death)
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records keeping!
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the water cycle (gimme...your aforementioned ideas 👀)
Flowey | Undertale | Sunkern
From Tunnels Deep
[Flowey awakens to find his body has been transformed against his will. It's not the first time.
Realizing he's underground, but not in The Underground he knew, Flowey proceeds through the tunnels with extreme caution. He doesn't recognize the creatures that want to attack him, but he can tell from his still-limbless new body that he won't stand a chance, so he avoids them at all costs.
The fog above ground is somehow even less desirable. He feels phantom limbs that he hasn't had in a long, long time, even before he was Flowey. He sees smiles from someone he thought was long gone. He feels his sins crawling on his back. Terrified, he does something he hasn't in a long time-- he cries out for help.]
H-hey! Someone, anyone?! Hello?! Is anyone there? Get me out of here!
Under the Weather
[He's quiet as the doctors poke and prod him, hoping that the rain masks the fact that he was crying. Along the way, he realizes that his new form is just as small and weak as his flower body was. Golly, that's just great.
Once he's in the Lum temporary housing, though, he seems to have calmed down. This has to be a new world entirely. There's monsters everywhere, but not the monsters he knew. He needs to find out more. Knowledge is his only weapon.]
Howdy! I heard this place has a lot of archives. Mind showing me the way?
The Water Cycle
[Memories swirl all around him. The scent of butterscotch-cinnamon pie, the laugh of his former best friend and adoptive sibling, a hug and forgiveness from a new friend at the end of it all-- and many, many more dark ones. Visions of himself tearing people apart, an endless cycle of death and stagnation he can't escape from, and achieving apotheosis for a glorious moment only to have it come crashing down as painfully as possible.]
[OOC: Like others, I would love to explore this one, but there are many possibilities for memories from Flowey. Please feel free to reach out to me 'andreabandrea' on Discord or 'friendlyflower' on Plurk. I'm still new to the latter (as well as Dreamdwidth), so please excuse any mistakes.]
The Archives
[Finally, someplace in this world that isn't miserable. At least, so far.
With no practical way to turn pages, he sticks to the stone tablets, gathering all the information he can. It seems that the monsters call themselves 'Pokemon', and he's now something called a 'Sunkern'. This new universe must be mocking him.
There's only so much he can learn from books. He turns to the nearest person and tries to strike up conversation, keeping his voice low.]
Golly, there's a lot to learn about this new world, huh? I haven't even started reading about 'guilds' yet. How are you getting your bearings, pal?
The Archives
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The Water Cycle - Let's go for some delishus Flowey angst... >:)
may I add some Akechi angst? :)
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Water cycle! (cws vague backstory spoilers, implied themes of domestic abuse and starvation)
undertale spoilers & CWs: abuse, depersonalization, death/child death
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Firepaw | Warrior Cats | Current Character
(a) [Every time that newcomers arrive, Firepaw is the first to jump up and volunteer to help. He was swimming into the ocean to pull lost Pokemon from the water, tracking through the forest to guide them back to the city, and now he’s picking his way through the tunnels in search of anyone who needs him. It’s dark down here, uncomfortably so, but sight is a secondary sense for a cat - he can track down Pokemon by their scent and sound, and calls out every so often when he smells or hears someone unfamiliar.]
Hello, can you hear me? Follow my voice, I can help you get back to the surface!
(b) [Eventually, though, the repeated trips into the tunnels without proper breaks start to get to him. The fog has very little to dig into - his paws are his own, his tail is his own, the only things that feel out of place are his bushy Litten whiskers, the blue bandana around his neck and the burning pit in his stomach. But still, his memories of home feel further away than they already have for the last few moons.
Something moves too close to him, and he lets out a panicked Ember in response. It creates enough light to see him for a moment - bristled up, eyes wide and pupils shrunken to tiny slits. He looks feral.]
ii. Under the Weather
[Firepaw, like every cat, has always hated the rain. He’s always sluggish on rainy days, but the ThunderClan dens never had perfect roofs, so being rained on in his sleep is nothing new. Still, he tries to move his nest to the safest spot he can find, and spends a lot of his time indoors or in bed while he tries to wait it out.
Those in the Cheri guild (or in town, since he naps pretty often throughout the day) will frequently hear him speaking to cats from home in his sleep - Graypaw, Ravenpaw, Bluestar and Lionheart are the most common - but he’ll also frequently wiggle in ways that make it obvious he’s hunting. Occasionally, during stormy weather, he’ll be returned to his nightmare from the Southern Forest, and may be heard begging Tigerclaw to please stop… something.
He tries to keep to himself during stormy weather - he’s afraid of the thunder, anyway. But during drizzles and mist, he’ll seek out his friends to speak to or try to check on anyone who seems like they need it. He isn’t sure how much he can provide, but he has to try.]
[[ ooc: feel free to ask for a light or heavy memory, or reply with one for Firepaw to experience! blanket CW for animal violence/death, and possible spoilers for the first book of Warrior Cats. ]]
iii. The Archives
[Firepaw has picked up the ability to read since coming to Bottlecap Bay, although he doesn’t find it very interesting. Anything longer than a signpost makes his eyes glaze over, and he would rather be doing anything else than sorting through tablets.
But after rescuing Drakloak out of the ocean, Firepaw hasn’t been able to shake the memory of the huge shadow moving through the water under his team. The idea that it was a Pokemon has been bothering him a lot - animals have no business being that big, and he isn’t sure he wants to be on the team that ultimately deals with it, but he does want to help in whatever way he can.
So while he doesn’t want to study alone, Firepaw will definitely sit with others who are researching Pokemon, and speak to them while they read the actual words.]
Are all the Pokemon that live in the ocean Water-type?
iv. Wildcard
[Feel free to toss whatever at him, or poke me at
ii (cw: drowning) - mutual memshare okay? gimme a heavy memory :3
*hell yeah* :3 (cw: animal violence)
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under the weather (mutual memshare!! give me one with rancid vibes)
hilariously he just DOESNT HAVE MANY OF THOSE,,, (cw: suicide, and also cat injury/death)
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i (b) | i know i'm super late to the tdm feel free to ignore
Till | Alien Stage | New Player (Mightyena)
A) From Tunnels Deep PT 1 | OTA
B) From Tunnels Deep PT 2 | OTA
C) Under the Weather | OTA
omg Till, Hiiii!! having a bad time as usual I see (Under the weather)
He would not be Till if he WASN'T having a terrible time lbr
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Siffrin (Start Again) | In Stars And Time | Current (Shinx)
[It's your memories! You have, theoretically, so many to choose from!]
[Memory of Puns]
You said a bad pun to a new friend once. He laughed so hard you thought he was going to make himself pass out, and you realized: you didn't know who you were, but that's who you wanted to be. Someone who could make people laugh. You started building yourself into a person instead of an aimless drifter because of him, didn't you...?
[Memory of Campfire]
It rained earlier today, and the sparse forest trees offered barely any protection; it's a good thing it's not colder, because everyone's still trying to dry out. The Kid is watching a pot of stew bubbling over the fire with the serious intensity that only a preteen could muster. You, the Fighter, and the Housemaiden are teasing each other over the way you reacted when the rain started - after a few minutes, the Researcher rolls her eyes, then roasts all three of you with a comment out of nowhere. (You know she's not actually that annoyed.)
Your stomach rumbles. You're hungry, and you can't wait to drop into your sleeping bag and sleep for ten hours straight. (You are absolutely not going to sleep for ten hours; if you're very lucky, you'll get eight before you have to keep moving.)
Tomorrow the Housemaiden will ask you if you're really okay with following her on a dangerous, probably hopeless quest like this one, and you'll answer honestly that this is the happiest you can remember being.
[Memory of Eternity (cw: violence, death)]
This memory has been burned into you like the sun burns across the sky.
You fight the King. You die, choking on your own blood. You loop back the last few hours, you listen to your friends say the same lines over again, and you pretend nothing is wrong. You fight the King. You're snuffed out, frozen in time. You loop back. You fight the King. You die, chest caved in. You loop back. You fight the King. You die, and you die, and you die.
You try very hard to make sure that it's always you dying first, now. The times you lie there, still conscious, and hear the King slamming someone else's body into the floor, over and over -
You loop back. You listen to the sad unchanging puppets of your friends say the same lines, for the thousandth time. You die. You loop back. You die. You loop back. You die.
You're so tired. You're not sure how long you can keep doing this, but it doesn't matter,
because
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no
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[Memory of - it's gone, it's gone, it's gone!! (cw: spoilers)]
This is not a memory. It's an empty void where a memory should be. You try and you try to remember your home, your family, the stars, anything, and the more you grasp for it the more it slips through your fingers. All that's left behind is a headache and no idea what you were just talking about.
[Memory of Giving Up (cw: spoilers; link is just for the first 6 seconds of video)]
Chomp.
Humans aren't meant to eat stars. You feel yourself burning away from the inside out, the heat of a blazing inferno and the ice cold of space all together at once, tearing out through your chest and throat -
It's remarkably similar to the pain of arriving in Bottlecap Bay, actually...
[[All of these memories will be in grayscale. Feel free to kidnap any of these over to your threads with other people too!]]
[Closed to Firepaw, prior to or roughly around May 10th]
[There's a bedraggled wet Shinx perched somewhere really out of the way in the Canopy, in a corner basically nobody ever goes. And for good reason - the branches up here are spindly and delicate. It's kind of a miracle they're supporting Siffrin's weight, no matter how dextrous and careful the Shinx has been while climbing.]
[Siffrin thinks so too. Maybe the branches will just snap, if the rain gets going any harder? Hahaha, that'd probably be for the better! The immediate reason they fled up here is because they couldn't stand to see people, but -]
[Their drooped ears twitch, without ever actually fully raising. There's someone else climbing up the tree. Siffrin heaves themself to their feet from the limp pile they were in, draped across a row of branches, and bristles. They take a step back - there's a snapping sound from one of the branches below their feet, and they halt and freeze.]
[Even aside from the general soaked cat appearance, their fur looks scruffy and matted. Like they haven't groomed themself after their ill-fated forest exploration, or at any point since then.]
[Water Cycle]
[Throughout the month, after the new arrivals have started to show up and even once the effects of the rain have been figured out, Siffrin can be found running around outside. Doing quests, guiding new arrivals back to the archives, volunteering to be the first outside if someone mentions having forgotten something...]
[It's kind of hard to tell if they're doing it because they're just that determined to help out or distract themself, if they're consciously being self-destructive, if they think that because their memory is already full of holes a bit more can't hurt, or if they're using it as an excuse to avoid talking. Maybe a little bit of everything! Whatever the reason, they do seem oddly, unsettlingly intense about it... and, simultaneously, distant from people. If you actually get them talking, they eventually focus, but let them stay silent for long enough and they zone right back out. Like they're just going through the motions.]
[It does make them very easy prey for being zapped with someone else's memory. Or for shedding one of theirs.]
[[Toss me a scenario where Siffrin would've run across your character and a memory for them to get, or steal one of theirs!]]
[Records Keeping]
[At some point someone finally bullies or sits on Siffrin long enough to force them to stay inside. (And stop frying their brain and emotional capacity.) They try to do some reading and studying first, but they really don't trust their ability to figure anything meaningful out, and... honestly, they've always struggled to read most languages, for whatever reason.]
[(They know the reason, now. They're not thinking about it.)]
[So it's not long before their head hurts enough for them to stop making any progress. They retire in frustration to the archive meeting rooms.]
[The trouble is: they really don't want to talk about themself. So all things considered... Twenty Questions feels like the safest best.]
...okay, I have something.
[Or maybe they're the one guessing something you thought of? In which case, their first question is:]
Is it something made by people? [They mean Pokemon, too, when they say that, but that's not to say someone else couldn't misinterpret it!]
[Wildcard]
[[PM or poke me at
heeeeres Firepaw!
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[1/2] vigorous handshake of time loop depression
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me delightedly using my new sad wet icon
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TIME TO CASH IN ON WHAT WE PLOTTED
\o/ probably before 20 questions
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Luigi | Super Mario Bros. | Newbie (Frillish)
Under the Weather (catch-all)
Wildcard
tunnels, pre-diglett and dugtrio (for now anyway…)
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from tunnels deep
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A nice simple UNDER THE WEATHER !
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Under the Weather (catch-all) hiiiii!!!
Technus | Danny Phantom | Newbie (Rotom)
[Technus wakes up dazed and confused. For a moment he floats there, thinking he's still in the Ghost Zone, but then his mind catches up with him.
He's underground. There's no underground in the Ghost Zone.
His body's different, too- smaller, more compact. His arms- are they arms?- are different. There's a horn on his head. He blinks a few times, and that shocks him too, as he hasn't had eyes in a few years.
Did he die again? Is this some kind of after-afterlife?
But there's no time for wondering, as he has to get out of here. The fog is clinging to him, and it feels like it's grabbing him, and he yells as he floats top speed through the tunnels.]
HEY! GET OFF ME! I, TECHNUS, WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!
Under the Weather: Rain Rain, Go Away
[The doctor checks him over at the clinic, and Technus stays there, and he waits. His new form is familiar enough to him- the electricity coursing through him, the incorporeal nature- but it's rather difficult to do some things.
The doctor asks him to sit down, and Technus realizes his new body is physically incapable of it. So, that's a problem.
Once he's settled into temporary housing at the Oran Guild, he stops and tries to figure out how the hell he got here, and into this body. He paces back and forth mid-air, mumbling to himself.]
Under the Weather: The Water Cycle.
[Most people would see the thunder and lightning of the storm as something to be wary of. Technus is not one of those people. He zips out into the rain and twirls around, cackling as the thunder booms, energized by the electricity.
But the rain's effects soon kick in, and he can be found floating slightly above the ground, staring blankly at the sky. His memories become scattered.]
[His death, electricity coursing through him, the glory of it all. Stomping through Amity Park in a giant mecha, heedless of the damage he's causing. Several months alone, in the dark, stuck in a game he didn't know how to escape from. The Cybertron Mega Computer, and his delight when he finally cracked the firewall.]
[OOC: Tag with the sort of tone you want from a memory, or give Technus a memory to experience!]
The Archives: Records Keeping
[Technus spends his time in the archives just floating in front of the shelves, frowning. If anyone comes by, he'll yell over to them, gesturing to the shelf with one lightning-limb.]
YOU MIND HELPING ME GET SOMETHING OFF THE SHELF? I WOULD DO IT MYSELF, BUT...
[He waggles his lightning-limbs.]
...I AM STILL GETTING USED TO THESE THINGS.
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From Tunnels Deep
i want you to know that i turned on the song Your Best Nightmare RIGHT before you responded.
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Archives! /me staring nostalgically at my ancient Dan account that I can't get into anymore...
RIP to your Dan account...
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UNDER THE WEATHER: YOURE GETTING ELECTRIC TRAUMA TWO, ELE- aw nawr the meme breaks
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Firoza Istus | Final Fantasy XIV (OC) | Current Player, OTA unless noted
[Gods, again? There's Pokemon lost in the forest again? And in the Southern Forest, too - they aren't anywhere near prepared to tackle it properly yet, but Firoza goes in anyway, bandana tight around her snout and a prototype satchel of various berries carried with her. Specifically the ones that help with confusion, but some for other status effects, and HP-restoring ones too, even if she doesn't know that's what an Oran or Sitrus Berry does.
She has to help others. She has to.]
Are you alright? I can help you out of the forest - to a safe place, with kind creatures. This I swear.
[The longer she's in there, though, some scattered memories might press up into your mind, just as yours might press into hers. Maybe y'all better move on to that safe place she mentioned?
(Also yes I know these are all different Warriors of Light, shhhh)]
B - Rain Check: Cheri Berry Guild
Apologies - I know you've just arrived. But, could you help me patch some of these gaps?
[Firoza is doing her best to keep the sleeping quarters of the Cheri Berries dry...ish. Not just for herself or guildmates, but for the new arrivals unceremoniously shoved into this place as well. It's just...the rain's so bad. The rain is so bad. The moment you think you have one area secured from downpour, a new leak crashes through another, and it's hard to keep up with it by oneself, especially as a tiny little Nidoran. Luckily, Firoza has some things to help that she's been stockpiling - waxy, sturdy leaves and felt pressed from donated wool and fur. It's going to cut into her satchel-making plans...but it'd be better to be less damp, it really would. No one likes a soggy bed.
That being said, you could just tell her no and see where that gets you.]
C - Record Keeping
[Training their brains, huh...?
It isn't that Firoza is slow or unable to learn things. She's just not Learned, in the traditional sense, and it has always been a sort of quiet sting in the back of her mind. You would think that becoming the champion and primary combatant in a group of eccentric warrior scholars with the equivalent of PhDs in their respective fields would make that hurt more, but the Scions never made her feel foolish. Not once. They all worked together to put their knowledge to use, answered each other's questions, and cared, genuinely, for each other. Their presence is home to her.
It makes their lack of presence in the Lum Berry Archives all the more sad. Twelve above, they'd be so interested in everything here.
For her part, Firoza is practicing her letters in the alphabet of the Pokemon, taking the time to relearn to read...or at least get used to the sensation of strange symbols making sense. She is sticking to simple fairy tales, the kind a child would read, with small words and easy concepts - and no restrictions on their access.]
Some of these Pokemon would immediately be feared as Primals if brought to Eorzea - Calamity-inducing Primals at that. Or maybe they are more like the auspices of the Far East? Or the Tural Vidraal? Hm...
[Just say a bunch of concepts no one is familiar with, at a normal talking volume that'll get you shushed faster than any speeding librarian could do - this is obviously the way to make new friends.]
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Goro Akechi | Persona 5 Royal | Rookidee | Current Character
[Akechi hasn't spent a great deal of time in the Southern Forest. That changes today. It has to, so he can ready himself for the trials ahead. He remembers Firoza's post, remembers the warnings of the fog. As he makes his way down, Akechi can't help but marvel at some of the ruins and their untold history. There's a story here. A reason why this civilization is long buried, undiscovered until recently...
But that's not why he's here.
The fog creeps through the tunnels. He's covered his beak with a cloth mask to try and minimize its psychological effects, but that can't account for the rest of his body. That uncomfortable clinging, a tingling in his mind, as foreign memories ripple all around him...
Some of his own memories may even leak out unwittingly...
But he tries to ignore. Tries to follow the memories, eyes on the prize.
Any newcomers may find a scowling Rookidee approaching, even daring to fend off some of the Dugtrio with surprise Drill Pecks or Scary Face to slow down their frankly ridiculous movements.
It's also possible to get a memory. Mention the tone and how comfortable you are with Persona 5 Royal Spoilers! This applies to the other memory prompts. Just keep in mind that some of Akechi's memories get very heavy and deal with murder, parental suicide, parental sex work, manipulation, and abuse.]
Under the Weather:
[Akechi hates this rain. It's bad enough that the Oran base already has issues with floods and leaks, but now? In their communal rooms, so close to the waterfront?
In the Oran base, he can be found trying to stack extra twigs and stones and other assorted objects to elevate his and Ren's shared bed and shaking off his little feet when the water splashes them. His feathers are a bit fluffed up, but he is determined to get this done!
Of course, he can't just stay in the den, despite the ridiculous weather. He's a bird. He needs to fly! Moreover, it's an opportunity to survey the surroundings and get more supplies.
Perhaps you'll see him awkwardly carrying an umbrella in his beak, or a basket full of snacks to minimize unnecessary trips later. Eventually, he sets up his goodies around the nest, defending it from the unexpected guests.]
Sleep wherever you like except here. This space is strictly reserved for Ren and myself.
[...Yes, he's a territorial little guy.]
The Water Cycle:
[Akechi should stay inside. Storms are hazardous for birds. He knows his type combinations. Lightning is not ideal...
But restlessness compels him to investigate. This is abnormal rain. It isn't right.
He tries to stay low to the ground, to duck under awnings and overhangs and carefully carry his umbrella.
But something's wrong. Something's WRONG.
His thoughts wander. His eyes drift to the sky. Memories flow in and out...
He ends up aimlessly wandering.
Perhaps someone nearby will unwittingly pick up on his memories. Perhaps foreign memories will invade his mind in turn...
Or perhaps someone will drag him back inside.
Specify the tone of the memory you want and heed the earlier warnings!]
Records Keeping:
[This is exactly what Akechi has been waiting for.
Knowledge, right there for him to access. A chance to investigate. To prove himself! He'll show that Polteageist that even Oran houses sharp minds.
And so, Akechi can be found piling up the stone tablets and perusing them with an intensity that rivals the fearsome lightning raging outside. One might worry that he's so focused on studying that he's not taking breaks to eat very often. Food can wait. It's knowledge time!
That being said, he can be spotted listening in on classes and lectures, learning how to write his own clay tablets, and even sharing his own findings from throughout his assorted missions.]
Perhaps the most daunting sight was that of an immense, aquatic silhouette swimming beneath us. Drakloak-san said that they heard someone ordering the larger Pokémon to attack... Based on my readings, I have to wonder if perhaps it was a Dondozo, but without having seen one up close, it's rather difficult to say.
Regardless, the rise of aggressive, irrational Pokémon is cause for alarm. The spores in the Northern Forest and the fog in the south both seem indicative of larger threats. And now, even the Pokémon in the city aren't safe...
[It's a worrisome sign, to be sure.]
Under The Weather
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Astrid Hofferson | How To Train Your Dragon | New Character [Tinkaton]
[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.
Water Cycle- Light Memory!
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Rei Todoroki | My Hero Academia
An Alolan Ninetails with many burns across her body.
She is from Chapter 431+ MHA.
If you do not want spoilers, please let me know ahead of time.
All comments are screened here, so you can leave a comment there.
A slight fear held tight in her chest when she thought that she had truly fallen into a new psychosis. The fear of thinking that she wouldn't be able to see her children again, because something new was wrong with her.
At first, she steps awkwardly, nearly tripping over herself time and time again, feeling the way her backside felt far heavier than the rest. When she realizes that she has a tail, so many in fact. Rei sits there with herself, feeling the cool mist along her haunches and on the bottoms of her paws and the floor beneath her. ]
What am I?
[ She quietly asks the warm feeling of hope, that had left her. ]
𝐀 The Mist
[ Rei Todoroki, was a Himura once. She knows Ice. Was gifted with the Quirk to control Ice, but since her very birth, was raised to understand her use would only be to continue the family line. She never practised with it, outside of the small features of ice she would make on her own, or how she would sit out in the cold quietly, utterly undeterred.
She knows Ice, but not like this - the cool air all around her, unbeknownst to her, is from her doing. The mist that scatters becomes thicker as she panics, seeing silhouettes of beings all around her. She means to scatter away, huffing as her paws patter upon the rocky floor. A panic manifests in a way that itself cannot be undone until she recognizes it is her own. The thicker the mist becomes, the more she thinks she sees, the more panicked she becomes - Rei tries to run, might even lash out, she is afraid and alone. Unsure of what to do. ]
𝐁 Memories
[ You don't want these memories, not because they are ugly, or because you see the horrors of what made the Todoroki Family who they were, but because they are happy and full of joy. They are Rei's memories, the fondness she has for each of her children—the memories of a mother who loves.
Fuyumi, gentle child, her darling daughter. The memories she has of her are moments where she plays around with toys, and always looks up at Rei with a smile. These days were easiest for her; these days, there were no expectations, no need to be something they could not be. They were children, and she let them play just as they should.
Natsuo was so hard-headed, and made Rei smile so much. He and Fuyumi were born so close in age, so the moments always shared with Fuyumi were inevitably always shared with him too. He was an earnest boy who was not shy about letting his little sister know how he felt or even Rei if she was being too much. It was funny then, even if they weren't what he wanted.
Oh. But the way Toya looks up at her with his excited eyes, looking so much like her and nothing like his father - - - that worries her. She hopes he will be exactly what his father needs. She loves him so much, loves the way he awkwardly smiles, loves the way he prances around excitedly, she loves the way he tries the hardest out of all of them to be something his father wants him to be.
Shoto - - there are so few memories. In fact, she isn't sure if he ever existed... Did she have four children or did she only have three? If you find her around like this, she is panicking, unable to understand what is going on. How can she remember the son she spent so little time with - ]
No I had another son, I had another son - I did. [ She assures whoever ends up with her - ] You do not understand.
RAIN RAIN, GO AWAY
Feel free to add THE WATER CYCLE to this in our thread.
[ In any area around her, it just starts to snow; due to this, she often just stays off to the side on her own. Quietly watching from a distance, she doesn't mind it. Especially since she is trying to understand what the promise of this dream entails. Her tail is fluffy and settled behind her in a comfortable way. The snow shifts from rain into flakes as they come close to her, laying her coat with a light powdered snow.
If she sleeps she - just stays somewhere outside. She's come to learn she is always warm and comfortable, also that... Her tails are really comfy. ]
RECORDS KEEPING
[ Any time she picks up a book, Rei just finds herself falling asleep. She does try to read, but there's something about the atmosphere and watching the world around her pass her by that makes her instead often nod off to sleep. ]
[ I was going to join a while ago with another character but I recently wanted to try Rei. I think she could flourish in a setting like this, so I'm here to see how she fares in the TDM. You can contact me on her opt/perms post or
B - Memories
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Bigby Wolf | The Wolf Among Us | New Character
A Morpeko✨, albeit slightly shaggier and somehow much less endearing. Looks like he's in need of a drink.
i. arrivals
ii. under the weather
iii. records keeping
iv. wildcard
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Black Leg Sanji 🌊 One Piece (Pre-Timeskip) 🌊 New Player
Sanji has found himself in the form of a shiny Vulpix, which looks more or less normal except probably with wavier, swirlier fur, in particular around the eyebrow area. "He'll start wearing his "hair" more like his human self does once he figures it out. His eyes are also blue instead of gold.
Canon point: Literally the very end of the Sabaody arc.
However, I know all his "lore" which can be very spoilery, so please let me know if you don't want that to come up for any reason!
A.) Stumbling and Swearing Through Tunnels Deep:
B.) We're 🦆ing Under ATTACK:
A.) Rain Rain, What Are You Taking Away?:
B.) Shelter (Don't Catch a Cold...):
(cw: mentioned starvation themes in beginning of flashback)A.) Records:
B.) Let Him Cook!! Please!!!:
❥ format code credit
iii. (a) he’s about to mcfreakin lose it (affectionate)
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III B - SANJI....! Oh, I'm down for One Piece Spoils, but lmk if you're good for JJBA ones yourself-
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emmet ▽ pokemon ▽ current (zoroark-h)
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🔸Flamebringer |\| Arknights |/| New Player🔸
🔸| Flamebringer is an Absol with Orange, fire like eyes, and slightly singed tips to his fur. |🔸
I - Arrival
Such severe pain doesn't immediately ring as alarming to him. Outside of the normal anyways. Oripathy was not a kind friend, experiencing a flare up at the worst of times is not new. But the pain- it builds, it grows it shifts- The pain he'd come to expect from his infection was not like this, it was different, this was something else.
That, made him very afraid.
As such when he awakes its with heaving gasps. He frantically tries to move- Finding he can is a small relief, but he- where- what happened?! He can't make sense of anything-
Instead of moving with the sharp efficiency he's used to however, he falls- flat on his face.
All the wind leaves his body in a strangled yelp- Head ringing with the impact. He lies there, stunned for a second before slowly, moving again. Blinking and actually looking at himself and where he is-
What. What?!
His hands are replaced by. By paws? He was some kind of beast?! He frantically looks over his shoulder- catching sight even of something obscuring his vision slightly- and he's greeted with white fur, and a tail that's not his own. Two more sets of paws taunt him.
He stares in utter horror for a few seconds longer.
What on TERRA happened to him?!
II - From Tunnels Deep
He limped out of the caves. He was fortunate that was his only injury. His back right leg thrummed in pain, but he could take it. He'd had worse. It was embarrassing to have to avoid a fight with something that vaguely resembled a sentient rock with a giant nose. But they largely outnumbered him- and even though he was apparently equipped with a greater low-light vision than he was normally, it still wasn't enough of an advantage when handling his uncoordinated, untrained limbs.
But even having escaped the masses of angry things occupying the cave- he didn't seem to be safe yet.
The fog was covering his vision. Even with his apparently keener eyes, he couldn't see through it. And his head. He hadn't hit it as far as he could tell. He'd been lucky that despite the pain that heralded him arriving here like- like this, no injury had accompanied it. And he'd gotten lucky twice that he only suffered what at most was a fracture in his leg.
But still, his mind was slipping from him. His luck was running out.
He limps a bit further, until he comes to rest at a tree. Its not as well guarded as he'd like. There's not very much to hide his stark white fur even- but he's struggling to remember why that matters. He's tired. He's hurt. He must rest... yes. He must rest.
Others nearby will see memories. Hiding in desolate places, making oneself small to fit into tiny spaces to avoid the larger, crueler mercenaries. Tiny frame no match for their brutal clubs and sharp crossbows. A much larger version of you climbing into abandoned vehicles. Metaphorically licking your wounds as you debate whether or not you need to cauterize a bullet wound. Lucky sankta. Got a shot off before you snuffed their halo out for good.
A slightly gentler memory, an exasperated sigh tinted with something else you didn't bother to identify. "Really? Were you just aching to pick a fight so you could see me again or something? You know what a pain it is to save your skin sometimes?" the snarky female voice sounds irritated, but she pulls you out of the debris all the same, calling for her companions help to carry you're sorry butt, as she called it, back to camp.
He loses all these memories to the fog, settling down further into the grass and dirt. Why was he so scared before? Things didn't hurt so bad when he didn't move... So why move...?
[OOC: Feel free to yeet memories at him here, and also ask for different memories from me!]
III - It is your fate to be an outcast [Racism??? Speciesism??? TW]
Civilization around here... well. To say it reminded him of "home" wouldn't be an understatement. Things didn't seem to be as dire as they were back in Kazdel. At least last he'd seen- but there certainly was an air of disquiet about.
As he's being guided around by the rescue teams, he overhears whispers. He listens, picking up very little that makes sense to him. Wherever he is. Whatever he is, he's missing the understanding he needs in order for what he hears to be valuable.
Then he hears other things.
"You see him? The absol? I told you- a harbinger of disaster-"
His head whips around, trying to spot whoever said that- but its a futile effort.
'Absol'. One of the rescue team members had called him that.
A harbinger of disaster?
The more he listens, the more he pinpoints similar talk. Some defend this 'absol'. Others lament its arrival, saying it will only bring more ill upon them. Some even mention kicking it out. Saying doing so might end the problems they've been dealing with.
He manages to shoot one of these individuals a glare, they squeak in surprise and run off along with their friends.
Its not satisfying to watch them go.
Ha. Somehow, even completely changed- He is treated all the same.
IV - Rain Check UP
He doesn't like this. In the whirlwind of trying to grasp onto understanding anything at all he ended up being put in line at the clinic to get checked over.
Something which he has no intention of allowing to happen.
Thankfully there are bigger... Pokemon. That's the word others keep using to refer to them all. There are bigger Pokemon ahead of him, if he plays his cards right...
It takes patience, and some good luck and timing, but he finds a moment when nobody who should be paying attention is, muttering some neutral excuse to those within earshot, and makes his way in a different direction, strategically avoiding the people who seem to be aids at the clinic, and hiding behind the larger patients.
He's close to getting away- He only needs a bit more time and a bit more luck. His own lack of dexterity in this form better not betray him now-
V - Rain Check IN
He doesn't want to share lodgings. He doesn't trust any of these... people. And after the dubious whispers he heard outside, he can't be completely certain that no-one would take this as a welcome opportunity to dispose of a 'problem'.
But he doesn't have much of a choice.
The weather had taken a turn for the worse, rain was coming down in buckets. He was deprived of any of his normal survival tools outside of his teeth- There was no sign of either of his swords. And even if he had them, he couldn't wield them like this.
And he couldn't rely on his body as he normally would either.
He was by all accounts. Defenseless.
He follows a crowd. Keeping an eye out. Listening. Observing. When he's finally given a lodging, he takes the most secluded spot. He settles in, staring outward. Night vision keeping an eye on every corner.
He plans on having a very long, and very sleepless night.
His roommates will see two glowing, orange pinpricks from the shadows. A warning. He's not as defenseless as he might seem.
VI - WILDCARD
[Don't be shy to just throw stuff at me! I'm super down to do whatever :)c I'm here to party. Also feel free to hit me up for more memory shenanigans! Lighthearted or Heavy, just let me know!]
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Ingo | Pokemon | current (h. typhlosion)
So he spends a great deal of time in the Oran Berry housing. Even there, he's unhappy and uncomfortable. The flooding has left some of the rooms inaccessible unless you care to wade through inches of water, which he decidedly does not, and even the non-flooded rooms are damp and humid. The mess hall is at least not flooded; he can be found lurking near the kitchen here, trying to benefit from the warmth of the stove. Despite looking even less happy than usual, he's still trying to be polite:]
How is all of this finding you?
ii. stormy moods
Memory: Blizzard (cw: memory loss, dissociation)
[It's cold.
You don't know where you are. You don't know how you came to be here. You don't even really know who you are. Everything is strange and fuzzy in your head, like the driving snow all around you has somehow made its way into your skull. All you really know is that it's cold. Moisture is seeping through your shoes and the fabric of your pants, and the wind cuts easily through your coat.
There's nothing of note near you. No sign of people. The only visible landmark is a mountain in the distance. But you can't stay here. It's difficult to feel really afraid, or much of anything at all beyond the fog filling your mind, but you still know - if you just stand here, you're going to die.]
Memory: Ghost (cw: hallucinations sort of, violence)
[You're out in a snowy landscape again. But this time, it's not actively snowing. You're near a small copse of dark trees, carrying a basket that's half-full of berries, looking for more. This is one of your very first foraging trips, but you feel comfortable out here. People have told you it's dangerous, but...you watch a pair of fluffy Rufflet flutter past fondly. Pokemon aren't really as scary as people think. You've never thought so, anyway.]
- go?
[A voice. It's calling your name.
You don't recognize it as one of your fellow foragers. Your heart starts to beat a little faster as you follow the sound. Is someone out here looking for you? Did someone come to find you after all?]
Ingo?
[They call, again and again, until you mount a hill and see them. There's a man. He's tall, probably about as tall as you, and his clothes are similar to your own. Except they're - white? just crusted with snow and ice? You can't tell. He's - looking right at him makes your head ache. But you...do you know him? He knows you. He smiles to see you.
You stumble closer. He's turned away, but he must hear your footsteps in the snow, because he turns to look. Your stomach drops as you recognize your own face, split by an unnatural smile, and it's all you can do to drop your basket and bring up your arms to shield yourself before he attacks, shredding your sleeve and flesh with sharp claws.]
Memory: ???
[There is no memory here. There's nothing but a fuzzy sort of absence. No matter how much you try to wander, or see through the snowy blank surroundings, you simply can't. Occasionally there's flashes of white, or of purple light, but...you can't see them. You don't know them.]
Wildcard
(( Give Ingo one of your character's memories! Or ask for something that isn't here, idk! ))
iii. archives
He must have once, right? Did they learn all those things together? But as it stands now, he has always had difficulty remembering Pokemon that he hasn't personally seen in Hisui. It's...a little embarrassing, honestly, every time he cannot definitively identify one of his fellow newcomers! Not to mention the fact that he didn't know about abilities at all! He feels as if he's fallen behind!
(He's fallen behind Emmet in pretty much every way, granted. But never mind that.)
He's reading, slowly but methodically, through all of the Pokemon records here. It isn't just reading; he always spends a little while just staring narrow-eyed at any available pictures.]
...I think I may remember this...
Memory Blizzard please!
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Beetlejuice | Beetlejuice the Musical the Musical the Musical | Galarian Zigzagoon
Out of the Woods - Closed to Lusamine
Beetlejuice emerges from the forest on all fours. He squints at the overcast sky and hisses. Until this moment, all of his memories had been squashed down and buried beneath his survival instincts. Eat. Run. Hide. Fight. Scars pepper his snout and burrs cling to his striped fur.
The ocean sparkles in the distance and the murmur of town life can be heard on the wind. It thunders.
"I'm...a person..." he grunts. It all comes flooding back to him. The little house on the hill. The wedding. Being tossed in the waves. His strange new body complete with a beating heart. Something something guilds. Something something Pokeyman. Beetlejuice stands up on his back feet and takes a few unsteady steps before his stomach growls. Donuts. He remembers donuts. "Ough."
He sits and holds his tummy. He feels awful.
It starts to rain.
"Crap," he grumbles to himself.
Rain Rain... - OTA
After finding his way back to critter town, Beetlejuice is bundled away into a bunk he doesn't recognize or care to. He's absolutely soaked and leaves a trail of water as he toddles his way toward the nearest bed. The Zigzagoon flops down with a splat. He smells terrible.
The missing time feels like a hole in his head. Like a lost tooth. He's here for real. He's here forever. His planned afterlife of chillaxing and Mai Tais fades before him like a dream, only he cannot sleep. He lays still for several long moments before starting to kick his back paws in exasperation.
"FUUUUUUCK THIIIIIIIS!"
Wild Card
Feel free to set a scene and I'll have BJ hop in!
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Maka Albarn | Soul Eater | New
[It's a dream, and she's going to wake up.]
[It isn't a dream, and none of this makes any sense.]
[It's not quite a dream, it's Madness, Asura somehow coming back from the dead, his wavelength spreading across the world and seeping into her soul.]
[Okay, whatever it is? Maka hates it. She grits her teeth (beak?) and steps forward, claws catching on loose rocks, her tail a weird counterweight behind her. There's noise as she moves, a soft metallic ringing as the scales on her back knock into each other, a loud clanging when she trips or when she crashes into the other creatures in the tunnels.]
[She stumbles up into the forest, the fog clinging to her. It isn't supposed to feel like this, right? She isn't supposed to be tripping over her own feet, isn't supposed to be looking this far up at the trees.
(Do you remember it now? Countless hours of training under a wide desert sky, sandy cobblestones under your boots as you learned to keep your balance like a dancer as you traded punches and kicks with friends, moving with easy, thoughtless confidence.)
Someone appears out of the mist in front of her, and on instinct she tilts her head down, bracing for a fight.]
the water cycle
[[Tag in with a memory and Maka's can match vibes, or tag in with a mood request!]]
record keeping
[There are just a lot of tablets in this corner of the library, all spread out over the floor. And there's a Jangmo-o pacing around between them, with a ball of string in her mouth that she occasionally like, drops and wraps around one of the stone tablets before carrying it off to another. It's like one of those conspiracy theory string boards, just all over the ground.
Try not to trip on it.]
wallflower (teambuilding games)
Um, I guess? [That's a response to a question, someone asking "do you want to play two truths and a lie with us?" and Maka isn't normally into these kind of things (meaning, anything that isn't reading a book. They're in a library, after all!) but she'll go along with it. She sits down with a soft jingle of scales, and thinks about it for a second.]
I just have to say two things that are true about me and one thing that isn't, right? [She got dragged into this game once before, at a sleepover, but then Liz said some really outrageous things and Patti got distracted and it all kind of turned into nonsense pretty quickly.]
Okay. I'm from Nevada, I have a pet cat... um, I'm 14 years old?
Wildcard Option
[[ooc: "hydok why are you putting someone on the may tdm on the 31st" look the 31st is still in the month of may okay. hit me up
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from tunnels deep (pwease forgive my late reply but i ❤️ Maka)