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?
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[ As she works to get more of her bearings. Being able to talk - however groggily - was one thing, getting knocked around unnecessarily was another. Thankfully it's not contact with a type that's effective that causes any other issues as much as maybe it does add to just how much of a fog it was. ]
You might want to treat me nicer, if you want me to keep your secrets for you.
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[Her comment makes him bristle- for all his bluster, what could he actually do to her that wouldn't end in his situation getting more complicated? He couldn't kill her. That wasn't his style. And despite his threats she wasn't getting all that intimidated, something he could normally rely on with his reputation.
... a reputation he didn't have here.
He stands there awkwardly in silence for a second, piercing orange eyes fixed on her as he grimaces.]
Fine. Sorry. [He doesn't sound that sorry, more impatient, bordering on desperate.] Are you okay? [There's certainly an attempt here.]
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That's better. Whatever it is you're doing is of no concern to me, or where you're going.
[ Her condition, however. That was always something else. And she hated to give what felt like an obvious answer, even if she'd come to realize not everyone was going to be paying attention. Especially when caught up in their own problems. Rather, she just hated to admit being vulnerable in those conditions, but it was not something to get away from here. Just another of this universe's tricks on her, or something. ]
But if you must know the problem is the way you're projecting your... feelings, even if you don't realize it. I was taking this path to avoid-- well, what just happened. It's a sensitivity.
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How far he has fallen.]
[He didn't really intend to get an explanation- just an answer that was as catty as all her other responses, but it causes him to freeze.
Projecting emotions? Him? It made his fur stand on end and his skin crawl to think about. He kept his feelings close to his chest, and his thoughts to himself. They were his and not open for others to go poking around in. The very fact that people could in this place, either when talking on that mystical communication device, or seemingly just at random, made him feel exposed.
Great. Just great. When was he ever going to figure out all the twists and turns this place had for him?!]
... I'm not doing that intentionally. [He says after a heavy pause. Rather dumbly. Before wincing, why did he just admit that outloud to a stranger?!] Nevermind just- [He sighs heavily, the slightest amount of shake to it.] If you want less of my 'feelings', mind telling me what I'm doing to 'project' them?
[If he couldn't shove his own words back in his throat- least he could do is figure out how to cut out a vulnerability.]
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[ Even before the empathy headaches started she always did have a decent read on people. Not that it was difficult to tell when someone was 'going through it' it just usually wasn't her problem, until this world... even with her own cautious nature she's had to adapt so much. ]
... Well, normally I would hate to say something so obvious, but... your main issue is that you're brooding. The more caught up you are in your worries, the more they will continue to grow and fester.
[ She'll let that part sink in, figuring she might have to brace for anything else. ]
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Brooding? Him? That was a word he normally heard applied to angsty teenagers or... well sometimes W had jokingly poked at him calling him a brooder- but that was a long time ago and things... had been different.
She was basically telling him to stop worrying, right? He couldn't do that. He needed to sort out this situation. He couldn't do that if he stopped thinking about the circumstances he's found himself in. But at the same time its not- He didn't like that he was apparently an emotional radar. That apparently his own concerns were being projected onto this near stranger. Could other Pokemon detect him as well? And he wasn't brooding. He was thinking things over. Strategically. There was a difference.
Arachenmon might notice that the aforementioned brooding doesn't seem to be dying down... in fact it seems to be getting slightly worse as Flamebringer proceeds to well, brood harder in silence.]
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Ugh... can you please just give it a rest?
[ She can't tell what he's thinking, of course, only the fact that he is and the sort of aura that exudes. Though hard not to get an idea of that either, from his behavior. As she tries not to slide down against the wall, but it's an unfortunate sensitivity. ]
The more you think about it, the more you create your own torment. And mine...
I'm sorry this is so late!
You might as well be asking me to stop thinking. [But despite his disposition its more of a frustrated mumble to himself then any jab at her.
No, her discomfort, visible and tangible, grabbed his attention, forcing him to focus on where he was, and what was happening. He couldn't stop thinking, no. But he could think about these things later, once he was out of the clinic and by himself. If he kept this up it appeared he was more likely to hospitalize her as well and then he'd never find peace.
So he pauses, takes a deep breath, and tries to focus on the moment. He's not sure how successful he is. There's not exactly a good metric for measuring mental activity.]
...There... is that better? [If not he'd probably just. Walk away. Surely distance would help somewhat at least.]
[He hates to admit it to himself, and he won't be saying it out loud, but he does feel more grounded.]
<3 no worries!
Instead most of what she could do was advise the other person if they had any concern to what they were putting out there to find a way to dial it back a little. She almost wants to snap back that she essentially was telling him to not think so much, but she keeps herself in check. Mostly due to the overriding sense of discomfort than anything else.
Still, something seems to be abating. Certainly not fully, but it's not as sharp. She can breathe. ]
...Yes... whatever you're doing now seems to be more effective.