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TEST DRIVE 01

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ECHOES IN THE STORM
( CWS: BODY HORROR AND RISK OF DROWNING )

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.

You gasp for breath, and water spills into your lungs, causing your new form to flail out. An assortment of different appendages hinder your ability to swim, if you even had one in the first place, and every sensation returns to you at once in an overwhelming sensory bang.

You are now a Pokemon. But that's hardly the thing to be focusing on right now, as you are also currently drowning in a stormy sea. If you can manage to squint through the pouring rain and the pounding waves, you might spot the beach of Bottlecap Bay, or the cliffs just north of it. An assortment of Pokemon are there, along the shores, shouting at one another.

But as another wave threatens to knock you beneath the sea for good, you recognize just how many of you are stuck out here. Lightning flashes above with an immediate boom of thunder, and something in your chest tells you they are the same as you.

Those who are able to gain a quicker grasp on their new bodies may be able to help with the rescue efforts of their fellow new arrivals. The rest of you will just have to survive.

FOR THE WEARY
( JANUARY 19TH—JANUARY 31ST )

After everyone that can be found is rescued from the stormy seas, Mightyena is quick to offer the Oran Berries base as a place of rest for all new characters while their arrival is being looked into. Pokemon are shoved into any of the room styles without regard for ranking because this is temporary Housing, but will have to share their rooms. All Oran Berry guild amenities will be available to them during this time.

After arranging that, and having each new arrival stop by the Pokeclinic for their own health, characters will be met with a very fair and kind welcome: they are free to explore Bottlecap Bay, make themselves at home, and get used to their new bodies. Dr. Denne loudly and excitedly proclaims that he will be looking into this new, strange phenomenon immediately, and every Pokemon of the city seems to be in agreement: they're afraid and wary of humans, but they're not ones to turn away someone in need. They are willing to trust these characters, and hope their trust will not be broken.

For the time being, shop keepers throughout the city will be offering things to new arrivals free of charge to help them get on their feet.

A. ⟡ SWEETS AND TREATS

One of the best things about Bottlecap Bay is the assortment of delicious food, made for Pokemon, by Pokemon! Now, this might sound intimidating at first, but not to fret — Pokemon food tastes so delicious it's almost hard to believe! Of course, each Pokemon has their own tastes, so some may prefer the sweet while others search for spicy, but rest assured, there's something for everyone.

Unfortunately, as characters are still adjusting to their new bodies, these little snacks are causing trouble around the city with a number of strange, new effects. Some characters may experience the activation of their new abilities upon eating their favorite flavor of food! Try to dodge any stray thunderbolts while you're enjoying the poffins, and beware of bubble at the malasada stand's tables! In addition to this, some new arrivals have mentioned their moods being affected, with some suddenly becoming gloomy, excited, angry, or anything in between.

B. ⟡ AN ATTEMPT AT COMFORT

Various Pokemon clothing shop owners in Bottlecap Bay have noticed that the new arrivals seem very shy about their appearances. Hiding behind walls, covering themselves... It's not like anyone minds if you go around as you are, but they have a solution! New arrivals may have one item for free! That means that they may have one item of clothing without needing to barter for it. This is a rare chance, so make sure you take advantage of it!

However, a naughty little Impidimp has hexed the clothing items, unbeknownst to shopkeepers! Though not every piece of clothing is affected, many shops were hit, and each type of clothing has a different hex to go along with it. When Pokemon put on the item in question, they may experience the following:

HEADWEAR (hats, ear accessories, etc) ⟡ Have the strong urge to overshare about themselves to others. Lying feels difficult.
NECKWEAR (scarves, necklaces, etc) ⟡ Become incredibly cold, and will only be comforted by contact with others. Cuddle time!
TOPS (shirts, hoodies, capes, etc) ⟡ Suddenly become obsessed with their new abilities, and want to battle everything that moves.
BOTTOMS (pants, skirts, leggings, etc) ⟡ Overwhelmed with the desire to make more animalistic noises based on their Pokemon. Meow!
SHOES (booties or anything on the feet) ⟡ Become incredibly clumsy, dropping things, tripping and falling all over the place.
MISC (anything that does not apply to the other categories) ⟡ Some of their thoughts will be spoken aloud on accident. Hope you weren't thinking something mean!

C. ⟡ ALL CLEANED UP

Does it feel a little awkward, sitting around and watching all the other Pokemon clean up after this storm? The guild base you're staying in is damaged and dealing with periodic leaks, the storefronts closest to the beach have suffered water damage, and the intense winds have damaged structures throughout the city. Streets are being swept and tidied from blown in debris, injured Pokemon are taking up a majority of the hospital beds, and there's an endless need for construction assistance in both stone and wood parts of structures.

Characters will not be forced or even encouraged to help out, but if they offer, their help will be gratefully accepted! Those who take part in a lot of the cleanup will certainly be remembered by those with more prominent positions in the clean up efforts, such as the guild leaders.

While you have free reign of the city, the guild leaders and Dr. Denne are hard at work looking into solutions and explanations for your sudden arrival. They promise to update you as soon as they have more information, but in the meantime... there's a whole city to explore, and a new body to do it in! Feel free to use the Locations page to come up with different prompts using available locations, if you'd like.

WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS
( FEBRUARY 1ST—FEBRUARY 8TH )

With the large storm past and the clean up and repairs complete, all of Bottlecap Bay can now focus on the upcoming festival! Now, this is a rather small affair, lasting for only one day and night, but to the Pokemon of Bottlecap Bay, it's important. Each year, there is an expected meteor shower, and psychic Pokemon have recently received the date for this year's. Known simply as Starfall, this festival centers around wishes, the unknown, and the future!

Legend says that if you close your eyes and wish upon a falling star, there's a strong Pokemon that can make it come true. The stronger your heart, the more your wish will be heard, though there are additional small superstitions about what you should do in order to better be heard.

For the week leading up to Starfall (which falls on the night of the 9th of February), the city will be decorated in a starry theme, with food and clothing to match! The night life of the city becomes that much more active, with games that you'd expect to find at any festival being played in Pokemon form, friendly sparring battles held on the beach, and fortunes! Farigiraf Fortunes are one-time fortunes that Pokemon pull during the week leading up to the festival to show your luck for the following year. Bad fortunes should be tied on festival decorations around the city in order to dispel the ill fortune. With your new bodies, though, you may just need some help to tie those off.

Throughout the week, feel free to make up your own festival games to participate in for top levels. For the festival food, some of it may make you feel sparkly or warm, reminding you of something distant yet oh-so-close... What could it be?

SOMETHING TWISTING IN MY HEART
( BEGINNING FEBRUARY 1ST )

The city has moved on from the storm, but the truth of the matter is that you haven't. Even if you think you have, can you really say as much? After all, your body still aches at night, your mind still spins when you try to recall that voice, and that void, and you don't belong here. Beginning February 1st, characters may begin to have intermittent nightmares.

These nightmares vary from person to person, but their core is the same: your inner doubts, your worries about the future, the present, and the past all come to a head here. Nightmares cause you to lose sleep at night and lose focus during the day. The more you lose yourself to these fears and feelings, the more you begin to change, your darker traits becoming more emphasized as your ability to talk yourself through situations becomes weaker. You can't do this alone.

Nightmares will slowly increase in frequency and intensity until hallucinations begin to occur even during the daytime. Characters might believe that those around them are out to get them, or are adding to those self-doubting and criticizing feelings. Worries pile on and begin to affect you physically, leading to more body aches and pains, loss of control, and occasional rampages.

In order to break free from this worsening condition, you must share these doubts or feelings with another. Surface level admissions won't count for this. All characters who do not manage this task by the 10th of February, just after Starfall, will find themselves automatically freed from the horrible nightmares. How strange was that? It's like as soon as everyone made their wishes, that horrible feeling melted away completely.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Characters who experience nightmares but do not have them cured by another character, and instead just "time out" at the end of the event, will have plot relevance in a future event. They may experience emotional or light physical harm in the future, so feel free to handwave an NPC helping them out if you'd like to opt out of that.

NOTES.

⟡ TDMs are game canon and act as events for the month they are posted.

⟡ We will normally have a newbie directory for new characters only! However, since this is our first TDM and everyone will be new, there will be no directory.

⟡ All characters on this TDM are unassigned to any guild as of yet!

⟡ 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!

⟡ Dates listed beneath prompts are meant to be helpful guides for the more time-sensitive aspects (cleaning up from the storm, nightmares beginning, etc), but general city exploration and other ideas like that can be done at any time.

⟡ Farigiraf Fortunes will just be 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!

⟡ Please be sure to mark for any content warnings in your threads when applicable, such as with the nightmare prompt.

⟡ 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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i. for the weary

[Even long after she's been dragged out of the sea and ushered onto safe, dry land by creatures who are far more accepting of her than they ought to be, one thought continues to plod its way through Shoka's mind: she really should be dead. She should be erased, beyond movement, feeling, or any thought at all. There's no way that this is the little game the Composer had in mind for her.

Even the dumb new body she's been forced into seems to know this much. Under the waterlogged cloth concealing it, her body is little more than a mass of indistinct, squirming shadows, with dark particles fizzling at its edges. What she's managed to see of it reminds her most of the dust people broke down into when they were erased.

Despite everything, she has to accept it once she notices the residents—a menagerie of monsters who look like they leapt right out of FanGO—looking at her, brushing up against her, encouraging her to shuffle awkwardly, dazedly onward in the only way her legless form will allow: she's alive again. In some way, at least. But Shibuya must be worlds away now, along with Rindo, and Fret, and Nagi, and Beat... How many second chances is she going to get, and for what?

That dragon-thing that fished her out of the sea should have just left her there, she thinks. It's miserable—the wondering, and the feeling. When she first died, Shinjuku's Composer at least had the decency to drop her into the game perfectly dry, as if she hadn't drowned moments prior; now, the cloth she's wearing over herself is still soaked all the way through, to the point that the once-cute face that had been drawn on it has started to ooze like runny mascara—and yet somehow she can't bear the thought of taking it off even for a moment. It feels tantamount to peeling off her skin and exposing every pathetic little piece of herself to the world.

(a) So she trundles along into the dwelling of the Oran Berries, looking every bit as miserable as she feels and leaving droplets of seawater in her wake. If anyone offered her a towel at any point, she had either not heard them or brushed them off. As if that isn't enough, her appearance and the shuffling gait aren't the only things that are new; there's also the whole being corporeal thing. With this many disoriented Pokémon wandering in one place, it's only a matter of time before she bumps into someone—and when she does, she does so hard.

At the very least, she's small and unlikely to actually knock anyone over, but the impact is forceful enough that she loses her grip on the other, equally stupid prop she arrived with: the crooked, wooden stick that had been serving as her disguise's tail. As it clatters noisily to the cavern floor, her frayed nerves finally snap.]

Watch it, loser!

(b) [She can't handle being in the crowd for much longer after that. Still in a daze, she seeks out a corner of the housing area and tucks herself away in it, willing herself to disappear.

She doesn't, of course—and by the time the rooms have filled with others like her ready to get some much-needed rest, she's still there, awake and standing in her corner. It's a little menacing, considering the frightful state of her disguise rag, but she's also visibly shaking. Whether it's from the cold or exhaustion, she can't seem to stop it.

If she notices anyone looking at her for even a fraction of a second too long, she'll hiss:]

What? You got something to say?

[She could probably use a towel or something else dry... or just someone to remind her that she should try to rest. She looks like she doesn't even know how to rest.

(Because she doesn't. This new form is completely bizarre, and it's been a long time since she last slept like a normal person.)]

ii. an attempt at comfort

[Rough though her arrival had been, there's at least something familiar about the days that come later: the wandering, the open shops and cute clothes, the inexplicable, altogether accepting atmosphere.

Shoka's Mr. Mew hoodie is long gone, but she does find a golden hoop earring that reminds her of it. Naturally, she can't resist picking it up as her one allowed freebie.

Punching a hole through one ear of her disguise rag should be easy enough with her claws (though some part of her hates the very thought of it, for reasons she can't explain and opts to ignore for the sake of fashion), but it's hard to tell if she's placing it correctly without a mirror around. Normally, she'd quietly go back to the shops in search for one, but something keeps her from being that sensible.

Instead, she hears herself suddenly address the nearest passerby:]

Hey. You. You can—actually see me, right?

[It had been a while since everyone first swam to land and while Usami knows she doesn't really belong here, that didn't stop her from making sure everyone else is okay. Or perhaps to mingle. Whilst some of these strange creatures brushed her off, including a few of the natives, most of them were either friendly at best or cordial at worst.

But being called a loser? ...She's felt this bitter sting in her emotions a lot while on her school field trip. With a frown, she sags a little.]

L- Loser...? But... I don't think I even did anything...

[Well, at least she picked the softest Pokémon to run into. Kind of felt like bouncing off a giant cushion.

... On second thought, that actually makes her feel a little worse than she would have when it gives her that sad, deflated look (but still not enough to soften her words).]

You're in my way, genius! [Her eyes—the gray ones peering out from the holes in the skirt of her disguise rag—look past Usami to the fallen stick lying just beyond her, by her feet.] And that's mine, so... [Shoka tries to make a grab for it, but her strange new arms, snaking out from under her disguise, are clumsy, and their claws only manage to drag themselves a few useless inches over the ground. She tries to hide the pang of embarrassment she feels then by growling at Usami,] Fork it over already.

[This is all too familiar for the poor balloonthingcreature that is a Wigglytuff. She knows she should be her own supporter, but it's HARD.]

I'm terribly sorry for doing things which annoyed you. Here, let me help...

[Usami wuill go ahead and delicately pick up the stick, making sure not to break it, and hand it on over and then step out of the way.]

[Now it's Shoka's turn to deflate a little. That was way too easy.]

Thanks...

[The stick looks about as sad as Shoka's soggy disguise rag does, crooked and also still damp with seawater. Its jagged shape resembles a lightning bolt, but its more rounded, curved end makes it also vaguely reminiscent of a curled cat's tail. Almost like the tail of her Mr. Mew hoodie. It's hers, she knows instinctually, even though she's never seen it before.

After a couple moments of concentration, she manages to get her claws around it, and pluck it out of Usami's hands without injuring either of them.]

You always this much of a pushover?

[Usami still can't help but look crestfallen.]

I try to be a good teacher for everyone...

[That doesn't exactly answer the question.]

Shoka Sakurane | The World Ends With You | Mimikyu

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ii. an attempt at comfort

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1/2 i promise my replies won't always be this long...forgive me

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I will lovingly devour all your giant tags

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