006 ⟡ NOVEMBER TEST DRIVE
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The day begins like any other.
Routines, eventful scenes, and boring errands — no matter what you were in the middle of, there's a moment where everything begins to feel wrong. A searing pain tears through your body, so intense that it feels like every nerve has been struck at once. Muscles spasm, joints scream in protest, and as you double over, you find yourself clawing or clinging at anything within your reach. As your attempts to maintain composure fail you, your bones begin to twist with an agonizing force, the pain rising in a crescendo until it becomes unbearable to even breathe. Then, as quickly as it began, everything stops.
For a single, terrifying moment, there's nothing. No sight, no sound, no touch, no taste, no smell — just the weight of nothingness swallowing you whole. The absence of sensation might even be worse than the pain, leaving you adrift in a void you can't escape. Hopelessness threatens every fiber of your existence, and try as you might to fight it, your darkest thoughts begin to surface, flooding your mind in an onslaught of suffocating feelings and ideas.
In the darkness, you hear a voice.
It's faint, a gentle flashing of something warm along the edges of your mind, like sunlight itself. It's a voice, but you can't identify who or what it comes from, how it sounds, or what it means — still, you know it's directed at you. Something tugs at your heart, a powerful ache that throbs once and ripples outwards. You can feel the aches again, like fresh sores throughout your body. You feel off, like something isn't quite right, like you're not where you should be, or who you should be. But the voice continues, whispered just beyond your understanding. The sound is warm like hope, and it wraps around you, distant yet intent, before you wake up.
i. arrivals
OUT OF THE FRYING TUBES…
And perhaps, in some circumstances, yourself.
The tunnels here appear to be lava tubes, long faded from primary use by the caldera nearby. While the occasional pool of hot molten rock can be spotted throughout this impressive maze, it never seems difficult to avoid. In fact, the deeper you go, the more evidence you find that someone - or at least, something - even lived here!
Staying here is probably not going to feel comfortable however. Not unless you’re Fire or Ground type. Escaping the tunnels is only half the battle, too, as the exits lead to a desolate plain of ash and dust. The caldera of Furnace Mountain is hot indeed, and it seems that’s precisely where you wound up! But perhaps, another kind Pokemon will appear to help lead you to somewhere safer?
ii. BRISK BREEZES
KNOCK ON SUDOWOODO
While much of the food stores have been prepared, that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to do either. In addition to putting together warm materials for beds, or cutting and preserving the last of the autumn harvest, a good number of Pokemon have started their own efforts to prepare the guilds, and gladly accept extra help from these newcomers! In Cheri Guild, everyone gathers to build stronger, more weather resistant rooftops for the otherwise open tree houses, with some even gathering large leaves to make curtain walls - the more that the wind can be kept out, the warmer they will be, and starting a fire in these buildings is ill advised.
In Oran in the meantime, an enterprising Tinkaton has started work on a bilge pump system - an incredibly relieved Mightyena is happily telling everyone who will listen that if they’re lucky, they won’t have to worry about flooding until the seasons warm up again.
Even the Lum Berry Guild has their hands on something, even if it isn’t anything quite as impressive; given the weather preparations they haven’t had time to put together any special escape rooms this time, but they’re at least willing to send out less busy members to give tours of the town.
Though of course, the quality of the tours vary, and it’s hardly as if the new Pokemon can offer to help tour themselves!
…Right?
iii. FREEZE THE DAY
WINTER HAS COME
With just moments to spare, all Pokemon residents - and even some visiting wild Pokemon, who are confused but grateful all the same - are herded into the nearest shelter. Houses, Guilds, even storefronts become temporary homes as the snow blasts through the streets, freezing anything in its path. While some Pokemon might find the conditions tolerable, the leaders of each region are enacting a No Exceptions policy to the rule, even making use of Pokemon abilities to locate anyone who might be in danger.
With the snow storm in full force, it’s on the various guilds to find methods to pass the time. The winter storm can’t last forever, but if it does they’ve fortunately prepared. At this point in the year, there was very little food that would need to be sourced from outside each building - each and every location has at least a small connection to the storage tunnels below, and the Oran berries even have access to sheltered portions of the ocean. Even the newly planted Winter Gardens are well protected, with one of Lurantis’ first orders of business being to put enough fencework up that they could roof things in if need be.
Entertainment will be the true struggle, and each Guild Leader has their own method at the problem - as does Lurantis, back in Skull Town. And fortunately for those with Grumpig Pearls, it’s possible to make your own fun as well!
Unless you actually enjoy the ice breakers, of course.
IT’S SNOW MUCH FUN!
When the winds and snows of the blizzard settle down, Bottlecap Bay and Skull Town wake to a beautifully sunny landscape covered in white. It’s just warm enough during the day that snows start to melt, and trees drip water and handfuls of snow onto everyone’s heads. (Sometimes entire heaps come sliding off at once - if you’re a smaller Pokemon, careful you don’t get buried!) The ground cover is far too deep to disappear completely, though, so the first order of business everywhere is digging walkways through the snow.
Once that’s done and everyone’s had a breath of fresh air, though, Pokemon find ways to take out all the pent up energy of being snowed in! It’s very easy to find a snowball fight, or join in on building a fort - or both! Or if all that’s a bit too frivolous for you… there’s rumors going around of a giant snowbeast that’s been glimpsed around the borders of Bottlecap Bay, ducking in and out of forest. Descriptions aren’t consistent, so it might just be gossip that’s been blown out of proportion, but maybe it’s worth investigating?
Over in Skull Town, Lurantis flits to and fro frantically, visibly stressed. The harvest was practically done, so very little has actually gone wrong. However, it’s very early in the year for such a bad snowstorm, and she has terrible feelings about what it might mean for this winter. Pokemon who don’t seem busy with something else might get pointed toward collecting more firewood, or better insulating Skull Town buildings, or other winter preparation tasks.
On one particular day, one of the mountains around Crowncork Valley experiences an avalanche - snow shears off near the top and tumbles down in a giant sheet, piling up at the bottom and invading the very edge of the valley. It’s an impressive sight - nearly all Pokemon in town pause and watch in awe before returning to their tasks. Good thing that wasn’t closer! Hopefully no one was out there…
⟡ 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, they may assume themselves to share rooms within any one of them during the course of the TDM.
⟡ 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.
⟡ Rough Timing on the prompts are as follows: the Blizzard will begin on November 20th, and lasts until the 23rd for a full three days. The avalanche in Crowncork occurs on November 27th. Thank goodness it didn’t happen to the town somehow right?
⟡ 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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"It was your fault," he said. "You shouldn't have accused me of something I wasn't doing." At least he didn't feel sick or out of breath anymore. And the cough was slowly clearing up as he was also given some berry juice. Thank goodness they hadn't had to use a Revival Herb on him.
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"Whatever nerd, you have no taste in cool skeletons at all." Catrina huffed a bit, how she does it without lungs is a mystery. "At least you're still alive and not the latest skeletal edition to that volcanic hellhole. You'd be a pretty lousy skeleton to look at."
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"Yeah..." He closed his eyes for a moment. "I mean, who wants a skeleton with weird hair, right?" He gave a weak laugh, before setting off another coughing fit. The Chansey nurse that had been helping him with the berry juice offered up the straw again, and he took another few sips between coughs.
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"Yeah, just a skeleton with awful hair..no one wants that." Catrina joke da bit before freezing at the sight of Nurse Chansey....frightful creatures those Chansey are. Clearly they collect the skulls of their victims, she has no doubts about it. Catrina is gonna bid her time before attempting a break out, likely with Keith too should he be well enough to escape this place.
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He eventually sat up, giving himself a good shake.
"Thanks," he said quietly to the Chansey. The large pink creature nodded and let him be, leaving behind the last of the berry juice. He worked on finishing it up, understanding it was more than just berry juice. It was medicinal. No opposable thumbs, he still managed to maneuver the cup with those cat-nudging-things skills, not pushing it off the edge of the bed, but moving it within reach for easier sipping. Yay for straws, right?
"So, uh... what... what are you?" he asked.
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"Something called a 'Litwick', used to be an ahuizotl before the whole candle thing happened. Upside, I'm made of wax instead of tallow! I can live with that...I think." Catrina has the scrunched up pug like face on the waxen surface, her remaining braincells are clearly being made to go on an Olympic marathon of sorts, "So...the hell kind of cat are you? You definitely lucked out on candle town."
Catrina was thankfully learning there are more than one kind of cat Pokemon out there...that was a positive note...woah...
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Yeah, he wasn't good with certain words or names. Sorry, Catrina.
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Woah, new word just dropped!? Catrina has been promoted to Hooey Zottle Necrophiliac by Keith. Truly what a magical day this has turned out to be as Catrina opens up her mouth.
"...That sounds like something my brother would want on either his clothes or tattooed with his mozzarella tramp stamp. It's chill though dude, we're basically really awesome amphibians with hand tails and toxic flesh, we mostly stay on the river or fresh bodies of water."
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"Toxic... flesh?" Okay. So, depending on if certain traits carried over into this place, Keith made a mental note not to touch the candle girl.
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...Yeah best not test and see if the candle is toxic or not...Catrina why do you have to be this way!?
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"Uh... no thanks." He wasn't really a hugger as it was, but adding the idea of potentially toxic flesh after what he just went through made the idea even less appealing. "I don't need to get poisoned again."
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She jokes, but Catrina really didn't want to poison Keith, again. One near fatal poisoning was enough for the rancid candle as she sips the berry juice.
"Think they'd make Sorbet for us if we ask?"
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"Out of the berries?" he asked. He did his best approximation of a shrug. "The worst they'll probably say is 'no'." Go ahead, candle girl. Give it a try.
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Nurse Chansey wasn't too thrilled to be dealing with Catrina, again, though is relieved it wasn't met with horrified screaming...it's an improvement?
"Alright, I bite, what do you want this time, Catrina?" Nurse Chansey wasn't gonna risk another escape attempt from this rancid candle creature.
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"She thinks we need a sorbet..." That was like some sort of ice cream or something, right? Keith wasn't all fancy about that kind of stuff. Just as long as it wasn't from sour berries.
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"I'll see what can be done then, I'm sure one of the staff has freeze dry ready and available."
Catrina's awful little orb eyes light up at the prospect of getting the fabled Bottlecap Bay Sorbet. Clearly it'll make things better!
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"Think it'll be pecha berry?"
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Catrina is most definitely incorrect on this...Cheri would be like the warheads candies....
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Keith made a face when she mentioned wax.
"That sounds gross," he said. Then he wondered if Lance had ever been tricked into eating wax fruit...
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