006 ⟡ NOVEMBER TEST DRIVE
⋆✩ test drive 06 ✩⋆
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?
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him best just for you flamebringer!! (cw war imagery)
"Yeah, it's... it's me."
Finally, he steps inside, only going so far as to stand next to the Raticate. He can't bring himself to look at the Absol for too long at once, memories of another time filling his mind. Men huddled together in tents. A unison of gunfire and screams. Distant stares he didn't know how to break. Whether mundy or mercenary, the look of terror is always the same when backed into a corner by an unspeakable dread.
Bigby glances up at his fellow rodent, less stern now with his next request. "... You have any water?"
The nurse nods in understanding, leaving them both for now. It won't be long until they're back, but Bigby can work with this. Or at least, try to anyway.
"Flamebringer, listen. I know I'm one to talk, but you need to lay back down. You can't strain yourself even more."
For once they're not falling head first into the emotional constipation WHEEZE
Don't. Don't look at him like that.
He's had more than enough of pitying looks, coming from bleeding hearts that wanted to help but didn't know how, for a life time.
He has an irrational desire to flinch away from Bigby as he gets closer- He does twitch a little but some remaining bit of stubbornness keeps him from entirely doing so- his instincts trying to tell him that in this situation anyone could be a threat.
But what remained of his sanity insisted- Bigby had several chances up to this point to harm him if he wanted to. While he was reasonably certain the little musbeast held a similar level of ruthlessness that he himself did, he also was honorable.
Raticate leaving eased some of the cloying tension in his lungs- It mean he didn't have to split his attention at least, he loomed over Bigby more like a sentient corpse then himself.
He growled, the pitch shifting dangerously close to being a whine of fear, "C-can't. S'not safe." He was weak and exposed here, if he let his guard down he'd be run through. It was a lesson he knew all too well. His eyes dart around the room like he expects something to jump from the shadows and attack him.
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"I can watch your back in here, Flamebringer. Can't say the same for out there."
He hopes, with all they've been through together these past months, that he can expect some level of trust from Flamebringer to accept his words at face value. Even if the threat isn't real, Bigby isn't going to leave him to face his fears alone either.
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A deep instinct, burnt into his soul, screamed that nobody was trustworthy. The only person he could truly rely on was himself.
But... that hadn't been true... for a while... had it?
He could think of several sets of hands that had willing taken his before he'd even arrived here... and while not hands- there were at least a few people here he'd come to rely on.
He closes his eyes, expression still pinched and stressed. But he slowly lowers his head and body until its lying flat on the bed, nose close to touching Bigby. Its a show of exhausted resignation. He's still incredibly tense, breathing still faster than it should be, but surrendering to Bigby's request.
"F-fine."
He opens his eyes to look tiredly at the little Morepeko, seeming not well rested at all despite waking from a coma. All things considered- it should be completely absurd that he places his safety and trust in such a small and fragile thing... and yet this wasn't the first time for that either. Small ones sometimes burned all the brighter. As if to prove to existence itself that they too wouldn't go out quietly.
But despite this small surrender, his eyes still dart about the room. He will rest in this way, but he finds the thrumming energy and need to be alert too strong to properly close his eyes. Especially knowing he'd already slept for so long. Too long.
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When the Absol lays down as asked, his own body finally lets go of the rising tension. So long as Flamebringer stays here, he can get the rest he needs. His ears perk as he lets out a quiet sigh.
"... Good," he responds. He turns to look at the Raticate returning with the dish of water as asked, moving to take it from them before they get too close. "Don't worry. I'll watch him."
Saying that feels wrong, as if Bigby could be considered any form of caretaker, but it comes out without any hesitation. He takes the water over to Flamebringer, holding it out for him.
"You should drink a little something."