008 ⟡ MARCH TEST DRIVE

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⋆✩ test drive 08 ✩⋆

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

IT’S RAINING, IT’S MOOR-NING,

The first thing you notice is that it’s wet. Not wet in the way it would be if you were submerged in a pool, or beached at the edge of some mysterious shore line - just wet, damp, a pervading layer that covers every inch of you.

The next thing you likely notice, by virtue of this state of wetness making it impossible to ignore, is probably the fact that this is not the body you had just a few moments earlier. Whether covered in fur, feathers, or scales, they aren’t what you knew.

Nor is the land you’ve awoken in. It appears that you’re in a building - one that’s not been in use for a long, long time. Dust and leaf litter are scattered near openings to the outside world, and melted snow explains why that pervasive dampness surrounded you so entirely. That and perhaps the rain falling through any holes in the roof…which might be falling on you, if you’re unfortunate enough.

It almost looks like a library. Almost, because anything that could resemble a text has been smashed into dust; clay tablets, the scraps of some sort of writing upon them, lay in scattered fragments across the floor that you were once asleep on.

As do the forms of other creatures, be they awake or asleep themselves.

The land outside is a perpetual rainstorm, and aside from the building you’re in there isn’t a single scrap of civilization to be seen. Just where are you all?

No one can say. But perhaps banding together, you’ll be able to find your way to some form of civilization. …Provided of course, it’s not all ruin like the one you’re in.

THE CASTFORM ARE SNORING

⟡ Welcome to the region of Heavy Downmoor; a perpetually rainy place, which fortunately isn’t experiencing the snow it had in earlier months. While Pokemon will eventually realize where the arrivals have appeared this time, player characters will have ample time to make their own way out to Skull Town.

⟡ Whether guided by their own determination, or current residents, Lurantis of Skull Town will be fairly welcoming over all; while apparently occupied with a personal gardening project of some kind, the absence of snow combined with some kind of recent ‘success’ has the residents in a good mood. Characters can certainly be escorted to other locations, but why not rest a while? There’s shelter, food, and most importantly - it’s not raining.

⟡ Did we say it’s not raining? We meant it’s mostly not raining. It’s spring after all, and such weather is to be expected; but it might just be raining a little too much thanks to some over-eager Pokemon doing something called the ‘Rain Dance’. How rude!

ii. STARLIGHT, STARBRIGHT

A MINIOR INCIDENT

The Starfall meteor shower this year is unfashionably late, but perhaps it's for the best - at least this month's newly transformed Pokemon have a cheerful, friendly introduction to the city! Once Psychic Pokemon finally receive the date, all of Bottlecap Bay bursts into activity, dusting off starry decorations and accessories. But thanks to so many Pokemon starting to prep food ahead of time last month... whoops, it seems everyone's a little bit sick of the usual festival food? The bakers and cooks of Bottlecap Bay are scrambling for new ideas, particularly from new arrivals.

In exchange, they're happy to explain the festival to anyone who missed last year's: it's a celebration of wishes, excitement for the unknown, and hope for the future! Legend even says that if you close your eyes and wish upon a falling star, there's a strong Pokemon that can make it come true. All Pokemon agree that it's the strength of someone's willpower and heart that makes the biggest difference, but there are many superstitions about what will make your wish more likely to be heard. The most common this year seems to be that you should share your wish honestly with one other Pokemon - though there's a lot of light-hearted debate about whether it should be the first Pokemon you see after you open your eyes, or whether a friend of your choice is fine. Others will say that you should keep your eyes closed after you wish and stumble all the way home like that, or that you should draw a representation of your wish on the ground before moving.

Perhaps everyone's anticipation and all those superstitions do have some effect, because shortly after the festival begins - days before the peak of the meteor shower even arrives - occasional shooting stars start falling all the way to ground. They impact with loud cracks, scoring gouges in the ground and breaking chips off stone... and leaving broken shells behind them as they bounce. There's something very colorful inside: is that a Pokemon?

Miniors emerge from their shells dazed and confused, and while they respond and react to speech, the noises they make are practically impossible to understand in return. What is quickly clear, though, is that after falling they're too exhausted to immediately shoot back up... and that without their protective shells, their cores are starting to fade! Pokemon scramble to help, looking for safe containers the meteor Pokemon can recover their strength in. Sometimes, if a Minior is lucky, the pieces of their shell are still pretty intact and can just be tied together around them. Other times the nearest intact container is... less optimal.

Quick, grab that jam jar! Surely there's nothing more likely to make your wish come true than rescuing a fallen star, right?

CRASH, AND BURN

⟡ The Starfall Festival might be off to an awkward start, but that doesn’t mean there’s no games - from March 10th to the 18th (as long as the meteor shower), small luck based games such as card guessing, and dice rolling can be had. How do Pokemon do this without hands? Well, you’d best learn!


⟡ Another staple of the Starfall Festival are Farigiraf Fortunes; one time Fortunes that Pokemon can draw will include simple statements of how good, or bad, their luck will be. Bad fortunes are tied to festival decorations to dispel ill fortune, but this, too, may be tricky without hands…

⟡ OOCly speaking, Farigiraf Fortunes are little omikuji fortunes with an included ‘lucky Pokemon’ and ‘lucky color’. You can make up your own, but if you’d like one randomly generated for you, reply here.

⟡ The Stargazing Club is having an absolute ball during all of this, and even non-members can take a gander at the falling stars through their telescope. While everyone has to share- so please, no more than five minutes per run, there’s a line! - even a glimpse at the stars through the crisp lens shows just why this club is so passionate.

⟡ Just what’s wrong with the Minior? They’re not sure; those who were awake during the initial disruption that brought them downward remark on a strange vibrative force that struck them through the air, followed by…well, the sensation of falling. They’re very grateful to the Bay for helping, but they hope to return to the sky as soon as possible. It’s very dangerous for them down here!

iii. CHARACTER GROWTH

GROWING PAINS

The Pokemon across Bottlecap Bay and Skull Town - and the regions surrounding - are in high spirits for more reasons than just the ongoing festival. Every so often, they’ll see it; one of the locals stops mid-gait, and a brilliant glow seems to surround them. Their figure grows, or shrinks, or sometimes even stays the same size, but with a burst of energy it’s clear that the Pokemon has visibly changed. ‘Evolution’, it’s apparently called. A natural part of most Pokemon’s growth, and something that simply hasn’t been happening for a while for some reason.

A few scholars from the Archives can be heard debating on just what it was that caused this change. Some theorize it’s something to do with the weather; that visitor during the Longest Night evolved first, didn’t they? That was during record breaking waves of snowfall, so it must be meteorological.

Others point instead to the rifts that were appearing and creating so much havoc. Didn’t the brave Pokemon who fought those bounties remark on their strange appearances, as if it were an evolution gone wrong? The only problem with that theory is those bounties were encountered after that evolution during Longest Night…

It sounds like there was another theory that the rifts were the source of the otherworldly arrivals all along, and that Bottlecap Bap wouldn’t be seeing any new ones this time. So much for that one.

While the arguments continue with no end, the fair weather and festive moods have allowed the more innovative Pokemon of the region to pull together something they haven’t had the energy to pull off in quite some time - specifically, training mazes! As they explain it, Evolution is often sparked when a Pokemon acquires enough power to do so, taking that final push from battle to go even farther. The mazes are also just good for practice in the first place, and with rumors of a rescue operation for those missing scholars beyond the cliff, every bit of training counts…

…after all, they’ll only be sending Pokemon they think are capable!

BODY ROCKING

⟡ With the variety of body types unique to each Pokemon, it’s no surprise that some of the first obstacle mazes to be found come in the form of simple race courses. Those suited to the water will find hoop-ring challenges littered through the bay and its underwater caves, while those with wings will find similar challenges put together in the Canopy.

⟡ What of those who have nothing but legs (or even no legs at all)? For those Pokemon, the general understanding is that it can take time to adjust to things like an overly large tail, or having four-plus legs where there might have been two, so more simple pop-up mazes are found sprung about the city. Some even include a task- get those flowers up to the shelves, but only after going through this precise set of roads. Collect all these flags, and return them to the place you started. It’s a lot easier to walk now that you’ve done hours of it now, isn’t it!

⟡ Naturally not everyone really wants to run a footrace, or swim, or fly in one for that matter. But for that reason, the beach is getting cleared for some good old sparring tournaments, courtesy of Mightyena! Get your practice in by having a good battle! As a bonus, there are more experienced veterans on site to help explain just how best to tackle an ‘impossible’ foe.

ROCK-PAPER-LIZARD

⟡ There’s a lot of Pokemon types, and it can be hard to keep track of what they do. So aside from the generalized courses, a fun incentive to make it stick is happening through both towns - specifically, after signing yourself on for ‘practice’, you’ll find you get ambushed quite abruptly through the day! Learn to defend super-effective moves, or power through weaker ones! …And don’t forget those first aid kits scattered through the streets either.

⟡ Every type is unique, and that involves more than just the types. As the weather warms up, the spring weather brings out the strangest things in everyone; ground types might want to burrow a safe den, while electric types seek out places most likely to attract lightning. There’s a number of struggles that, fortunately, the local Pokemon are happy to help with!

⟡ Of course, not everyone is a tactile learner…which is why the Archives are also open, and ready to help everyone locate information on their species. Hopefully it’s nothing too unfortunate though - some of these entries seem to have been written with alarming bias behind them, if the wrong scholar was put on the task!

IT’S EVOLUTION BABY

⟡ While no player Pokemon will be evolving through these events, that doesn’t mean they can’t try their best! The most grueling of ‘mazes’ are escape rooms created through the natural resources available to the towns, intended to mirror experiences in the wild with random Pokemon battles and strained resources. Everyone is invited to try them, though they only have so much time to complete the course - after that, experienced rescue Pokemon will go to retrieve them.

⟡ The Cave Tunnels - These tunnels are connected to the Spire that the Oran berries reside in, and come in both flooded and dry flavors. Water Pokemon are invited to give the flooded ones a try, taking advantage of their existing skills, while other Pokemon will find themselves waking in the dry maze to work their way out. There’s all kinds of things down here; they’re deep enough that the occasional lava pit (or vent) is a real risk, as well as low oxygen levels to boot. Watch your step, that the path doesn’t collapse either!

⟡ The Spektrunk Woods - While often split into three zones of ‘north’, ‘middle’, ‘south’, Pokemon might find themselves anywhere in these woods…and the challenges vary across from them. The north has plants that seem almost alive, moving to create entire walls behind Pokemon who don’t pay attention. The middle in the meantime has a number of barely hidden tunnels and crevasses, which Pokemon risk falling into if they aren’t careful. As for the south…the south is perhaps the most tricky, with ghost Pokemon happily pulling tricks on passerby, and the surroundings changing once one looks away. But don’t worry!! You’ll surely get through this after you fight this next Pokemon.

MARCH-ING PROGRESS

One day in the middle of the week, among all the evolving and obstacle courses, Pokemon cluster in the center of Bottlecap Bay. It seems as though Ribombee has an announcement!

The bee Pokemon is accompanied by several other high ranking members of his Guild and seems especially energized, practically buzzing with pride. He waits only for a short while - until there's enough of a crowd, perhaps, or until some designated time known only to him - before launching into what he has to say. Which is this: he and several of his High Rank Cheris have been volunteering extra time scouting, trying to determine more reliable ways through the malleable Forest. And with all their experimentation... they've actually discovered something!

It's already known that in much of the Forest, natural landmarks shift places and Pokemons' senses of time grow more and more distorted. The same happens with constructed landmarks, like someone making an arrow on the ground out of stones, or scratching a tree, or even putting up a hasty sign - and those experiences have taught Pokemon mostly not to bother, doing their best to trust in their innate sense of direction instead. But as it turns out... the Cheri Berries have discovered that sometimes, deliberately constructed landmarks do stay in place, tacking down the forest around them!

They're still trying to figure out the details. It's clear that it takes building something more than in passing - simple signs are still a no-go - but that isn't all of it, as they've still had their experiments disappear on them. Is it to do with specific spots in the woods? If so, why those locations particularly? Is it a type of construction? About all they can say is that they're reasonably confident now that it's nothing to do with the materials used, as they've tested each one individually and in some simple combinations.

However! Ribombee excitedly motions forward Aurorus, one of the Pokemon on stage with him. The contrast is almost comical: the small Ribombee, with his voice lively enough for three Pokemon, and the huge, tall Aurorus, who seems bashful to be on stage. The dinosaur Pokemon flutters his sails shyly, but goes on to say that he found a conveniently central spot in the woods where something he built has been sticking, and he kept coming back to try and stretch it into the beginnings of a road without much success... and then Ribombee suggested expanding it into a Forest Waystation instead! Even without a full road, something like that will make voyages through the woods more predictable, since you can split your journey into two shorter parts with consistent stopping points. Besides that, it'll be a great base for foraging, and they can station some Pokemon there to provide emergency medical treatment at short notice - something that seems especially necessary with how many teams were disabled by those over-evolved Pokemon recently!

"It really just feels like pinning down a perfect possibility," Aurorus concludes.

The end of his explanation is followed by clapping from the side of the stage, where Polteageist enters with praise, telling Ribombee that he and the Cheris have done excellent work. If anything, Polteageist is even more interested in the Cheri's experiments than the Waystation; they're quick to encourage the Cheris to submit the results so far to the Archives, as they'd love to take a look. They'd be happy to assign some Lum Berries to provide support and have the guilds cooperate. (Polteageist doesn't say anything about the Oran Berries, however... is someone still annoyed about the standings?)

There's a sense of genuine comradery between the two guild leaders for a moment... until Polteageist continues. "And in fact, your Waystation feels like the perfect spot to base a point for what I'm here to announce."

Teleportation points. That's what Polteageist is here to announce. Is this what all their sleepless nights have been about? Regardless: it's now possible to send large groups of Pokemon out to wherever is necessary at a fraction of the Psychic Pokemon effort. No longer will Psychic Pokemon have to teleport one Pokemon at a time, and tire themselves out sending an entire team - instead, with a special room constructed to amplify their abilities, a team of Psychics can teleport the entire interior at once!

Now, this isn't fully ready yet, Polteageist clarifies. They've only got one prototype, hidden in the Archives, and things can't be teleported back to the room. For this to be an effective use of resources, Polteageist is picturing building finalized points at useful locations, such as Skull Town and the to-be Forest Waystation. Outside of emergencies and special expeditions, these rooms will be used for scheduled warps several times a day rather than on demand. And anyone who's being warped out on an expedition will still have to return on foot. Still - it's a massive improvement! There will no longer be a need for a day-long trek just to go between Bottlecap Bay and Skull Town, and emergency supplies can be transferred seamlessly to deal with situations like February's avalanche! So Polteageist is sharing this now to provide context for quests they'll be posting on the questboard in the coming months.

With this announcement, nearly all the Pokemon in the crowd lose interest in gossiping about the Forest Waystation - this is so much more exciting, after all! Ribombee is left to leave the stage with a half-hearted glare at his fellow guild leader... but as he and his group of stage Cheris head back to the Canopy, the bee Pokemon's wings seem to flutter more tiredly than before.

BUSY BUSY BERRIES

⟡ Aside from the obvious topic of gossip, this series of announcements has left the Pokemon of Bottlecap Bay chattering about guild rivalries, and they're interested in guild member opinions on this… or in asking new arrivals which guild they'd be excited to join!

⟡ In town, the Lum Berries seem to have regained their most favored status - and various stalls and merchants try to bribe members with small treats on the off chance that they have pull with Polteageist. Can you get them in to take a look at this prototype room? They're so curious!

⟡ While both Polteageist and Ribombee seem to lock themselves in their respective work focuses after this, Mightyena is available for comment after everything is announced - and she seems quite worried about both of her fellow Guild Leaders! She doesn’t say much on it, but she seems certain that if they aren’t careful, they’re going to burn out.

✩ OOC NOTES.

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[edgewater]

"I know. In layperson's terms you're a little rock fella, sorta." She tilts her head to the side, her guilt becoming more obvious on her face as she continues to stumble over her explanation. "I think you're inside the rock, actually. Like a star?"

Her brow knits worriedly. "You just fell outta the sky. You're not the only one, but--"

--but none of the other Miniors are from the other worlds, as far as she's aware. But if one of them is then what could that mean for the others? Have any of the ones that have gotten seriously injured or died been from another place? She shudders at the thought.

"--can you actually see me?" It's occured to her he doesn't have visible eye holes, or anything that could pass for a porthole at all. She supposes if the Minior come from space that's probably a good evolutionary advantage on their part - better than figuring out how to make it transparent. Still. "Look, I just want to help. So the sooner we can figure this out the sooner I can get you more comfortable."

[i_can_read]

"No?" Simon sounds desperate, but also kind of annoyed.

"What do you mean, I'm a rock or a star." That makes literally no sense. Stars are fucking huge. Rocks are--well, a rock can be any size but 'little rock fella' doesn't sound like that kind of huge that would fit a star inside.

(A brief, absurd thought--is that where all the stars went? Not into blood, but....?

This thought immediately makes him angry, and then fatigued.)

"You're not making any sense. And--and, no, I can't. I can't fucking see anything. Why do you think I've been asking all this shit? If I could just--fucking look at myself, I would have done that."

[edgewater]

"Yeah, I did warn you." She's at least trying. She doesn't think him being able to see would mean much since he'd be screaming and wailing in pain like some of the other Miniors in the vicinity. She supposes he's still screaming and wailing. Parvati scratches at her neck awkwardly. "Just take a breath."

If he can do that. She probably should have considered that before saying it. Oops.

"Do you have a name?" She's introduced herself twice already but that evidently went through neither time. So maybe this'll be easier. "I'm telling you all of this because I was human, too. I'm trying to help." Seriously if he could just listen to her for one second--

He's being so normal,

[i_can_read]

Simon opens his mouth, then stops--realising that he hasn't inhaled or exhaled this whole time. He hasn't used his mouth except to speak.

The shock of this shuts him up before he can say anything; it's like some essential part of his him withdraws completely. His entire brain goes blank. The distance between his thoughts and what she's saying is a vast, yawning chasm--and at the same time, he's so close to her voice that he can almost feel it crawling along his brain.

"I've heard that one before," he says in a dark undertone.

It's all spiralling down into him, spiralling around him like a galaxy, like a whirlpool, like a blood ocean down a drain--or maybe through a pinprick.

"You're Parvati--" he was listening, actually, "--right? I don't think I want to give you my name. I want to be able to see. Maybe--" He pauses, rolls the thought around in his mind. Bargaining--like he's always doing. Bargaining, begging, negotiating, asking. "Maybe once I can see you."

I see you.

[edgewater]

She's not particularly willing to argue with that. It's a fair enough request, even. Now to figure that out. "Is it all right if I take you to the Clinic then, mister?"

She'll just settle for that, in the meantime. Her head tilts to the side. "I ain't sure you didn't hit your head and I think you should get it checked. Maybe we can figure out how to get your shell open without it--" she glances around at the situation around her "--hurting you too much."

Probably better to settle on that phrasing for now. She reached up to adjust her goggles.

[i_can_read]

Simon is quiet.

He's been a lot of things in his life. Child, Son, Brother, Butcher, Convict.

He's never been Mister.

It feels weird. Uncomfortable. Maybe not bad, but then... why doesn't it feel good, at all?

A mystery for another time, maybe.

"There's a clinic? Is it--" Safe, he almost asks. But he's not in a position to argue. He's at least aware of that much. He could resist, sure. At least, he could try. He could protest, or refuse. But he can't see anything. He can't feel anything.

Because he's a rock. Or inside a rock. Either way, he's trapped. He can barely hear her. He's completely stuck, and all he can do is shout, or make demands, or ask questions, but he barely understands any of the answers. There's nothing he can do.

And then there's the fact that he's...

(Dead.) He should be missing an arm. He should be trailing meat and wood pulp, tendons and muscle fibres and roots and--and all of it, drenched in blood. He should be in excruciating pain. It should hurt, and it should burn. It should ache and stab and sear. But it doesn't. So what does that mean?

"... never mind the question. You let me see you, and I'll tell you my name. That's the deal."

He braces for whatever happens next.

[edgewater]

He may not be in any position to argue, but Parvati's too soft-hearted to ignore the bodily autonomy of even a little stardust in a rock. Maybe that's what the Vicar meant, back then. Maybe that's what everyone meant.

"Okay. I'm gonna pick you up, but you tell me if I'm holding you wrong. Got it?"

If nothing else, Nurse Chansey might kill her for bringing another potential PITA patient. But. This is more important. He needs some kind of help, and it's not something Parvati can personally give him. She shuffles along and picks him up with both hands, before beginning her walk.

Despite him not being able to see, she's holding him close and with what looks like his eye holes facing in front of them. On the off-chance he suddenly can see so he can know where they're going visually. The closeness is so she can be sure she doesn't drop the Minior, because that'd probably make everything worse. She's careful!

The walk passes by quietly. Parvati can't think of anything to fill the void, since he doesn't seem to want to answer her questions until after they've got him fixed up. Which is fine. It's just another step. Aside from that, she occasionally says hello when she walks past someone she knows. A quick "hi, Swirlix!" here and a "I'll see what I can do about it tomorrow!" there.

[i_can_read]

No one has ever respected Simon's bodily autonomy before, and it doesn't even occur to him that's what happened just now. Even if it were pointed out, he'd have assumed that either she would have done whatever she wanted--because he can't stop her--or else this is all an illusion or a lie or whatever anyway. He has no idea what's actually going on. All he can do is take what he hears and yell at it, or bargain with it, or try in some desperate, pathetic way to understand it enough to know which of those he needs to be doing.

It's not great. But it's normal. This kind of powerlessness is really just normal, for Simon. Abnormal form, but normal contents.

Not unlike him, right now.... not that he can appreciate the parallel right this second.

He doesn't say anything as she picks him up. He's concentrating--listening, feeling as much as possible, trying to glean whatever he can get from whatever he can get.

And what he gets is.... unexpected. It's... banal. Frivolous. It doesn't make sense to him. And truthfully, he's dazed. Exhausted. So he stays quiet, straining to hear just a little bit more, to feel something other than the vague sensation of movement.

[edgewater]

Parvati finally strolls up to the Clinic, anxiously weaving her way inside. It's already full of a good amount of Pokemon, many of them frantically trying to get help for the other Minior whose shells broke. Simon's plight is... considerably less urgent. So it's not surprising when Audino tells her to take a seat with him and wait. Annoying, but they can handle it.

She at least places him on the bench next to her rather than keeping him in her lap. "Sorry."

She gives a sheepish smile, even though he can't see it.

"I'm sure they'll get to you soon. But, uh. You know."

[i_can_read]

Given enough time, Simon has managed to calm down.... a little. He's still extremely on edge. He has no body to hold his tension in, no muscles to flex or shoulders to hold stiff or hands to fidget with. He has nothing. He feels (almost) nothing. Sensory deprivation of the worst kind, because he can still feel something.

The thmp of some kind of contact with something--but disconnected. Like he's feeling it through something else. But with what? What body? Where is he? What is he?

It's hard not to get stuck there when he has nothing else to think about.

He's barely containing the panic that crackles along the edges of his brain... but it is contained. And he's calm in the way that utter helplessness results in calm for someone like him.

"I don't, actually," he says, blunt as a brick.

He's not trying to be difficult. Really.