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.
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⟡ 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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Not an easy journey, I'm sure. [ But a needed one all the same. ] Did she let you see him at least? One last time?
[ He knows how fickle nature deities can be, but tracing back from the end of Cotton's story makes him less bothered than he would be otherwise. It sounds like there's a happy ending there somewhere, or at least, a comfortable one, if she's still in contact with the queen. ]
CRK really said 'what if we combined the Snow Queen with ROTG Jack Frost-
But...he was already nearly gone. He wouldn't wake, not for a single thing, [She admits quietly.]
...But what she offered was a chance. A way for him to maybe wake, just for a moment more. There was a flower she knew of that grew nearby- filled with the life energy she was meant to filter. I needed to pluck this flower, and bring it back to him. And if I could...well. He might wake.
[It was no guarantee at all. But-]
...It did indeed work. And...Hohohoh...admittedly, it seems that moment intervened a little bit much! Rather than simply become one with the world he moved on as a proper, still thinking spirit, hohohoh! [The cheer in her voice tells all about her take on the matter- even if to most, she watched him perish, to Cotton...she also still got to see him.]
So now, he helps the Queen with her duties, travelling the world as he always dreamed. ...I do miss seeing him, though. Not so long after I grew up, it seems...I've never been able to properly see him, when he is there.
[And realistically, it's probably just Cotton's faith in her old friend that allows her to realize he's there at all.]
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As long as you can still feel him there though, right? It's not the same, but. [ He has got to get better at this reassurance thing. ] And you got a new friend out of it. The queen, I mean. [ Even if Cotton can't quite visit her herself anymore. Two for two on being bad at this. ]
They must feel lucky, having someone do all that for them.
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Cotton beams. In her grand opinion, Bigby gets it perfectly.] I did indeed...though I'm not sure she knows what to do with that, hohohoo!! I still recall the year I came by with my annual gift, to see the last one sitting perched on her throne! A little knit kitten; I suppose she liked that one quite a lot!
[With a sigh, she smiles.] I do hope that is the case though. It would be quite a lonely existence otherwise, after all.
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Good at giving gifts too, huh? Might need your advice. [ A knit kitten. He knows at least one person who might like something like that. ] I, uh. Only know how to sew right now though. How's knitting compare?
[ Learning granny hobbies could not have been more helpful for this conversation. ]
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Ohhhh...but knitting is quite a relaxing activity. It's very good for the hands too. Though...
[Experimentally, she lifts a leaf limb and hums.] ...These leaves are a good bit wider than what I'm used to, I must say... I expect you'd have a bit of an easier time with needles yourself compared to me right now.
It's good that you've learned sewing- it's a very important craft.
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[ Just giving him an excuse to talk about his adopted kids, really. ]
Maybe I'll have to do that next. Sewing hasn't been that relaxing, I'll be honest. But I'm getting better.
[ Said with a small laugh. At least it keeps him from doing anything that'd send him to the clinic instead. Which, speaking of. ]
Almost made it to our destination. See that building there? It's... not so bad just for a check up.
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If you're having trouble with a craft, it's easy to focus on what you want, instead of what you're doing though, I understand. [Knitting can have the same pitfalls.] The best thing dear, is to remind yourself that every stitch, every strand, is a step toward improvement.
[That advice in mind, she looks toward where Bigby is indicating.] Ohhh yes, I see it now. Thank you so much for leading me this way.