002 ⟡ MARCH TEST DRIVE
⋆✩ test drive 02 ✩⋆
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 WOODS
The fog that surrounds you and your fellow new arrivals is maddening, and something foreign wraps around not just your mind, but your body as a whole. A strange illness has long been spoken of and witnessed within and around Bottlecap Bay, and you're the unlucky bunch to arrive with it slithering its way in now.
The fog is heavily related to this mystery illness that has plagued Pokemon, both inside the city and wild, for some time now. Though the connection isn't easy to fully grasp, it becomes incredibly clear as time passes that the fog worsens the symptoms of the illness. Some Pokemon who traverse the fog come out just fine, but others fall ill with varying levels of severity.
As soon as the first reports come from the Cheri Berry guild indicating that a large amount of confused Pokemon have been spotted approaching Bottlecap Bay from the forest, the three guilds send their members out in forces. Rescue these newcomers and discover that they're just like you, and not just confused wild Pokemon. Dr. Denne firmly insists on bringing everyone they can to the Pokeclinic, so please hurry!
ii. nightmares over
LINGERING SHADOWS
How does it feel, when the Pokemon beside you wakes up with a calm stretch and a healthy, well-rested and rejuvenated smile? They feel great, they say, looking at you with worry and concern. What's wrong? You didn't feel that warm and wonderful sensation during the night, like being wrapped in a blanket of lullabies? How odd...
What could this possibly mean?
iii. pokeclinic
PRESSED FOR SPACE
Anyone who steps foot or paw into the Pokeclinic can tell immediately that it's overbooked. The main ward of rooms is packed, cots spilling out into the hallways, and even the lobby is beginning to look like an impromptu campsite. Pokemon staff shuffle, flutter and scramble around the bodies of ill Pokemon, performing checkups wherever they can find the space, applying medication and herbal treatments where necessary, and reassuring worrying family and friends.
In the midst of this chaos, it's not hard to see how mixups are occurring. It gets bad enough that even Polteageist themselves joins in on treatments, causing a shocked ripple of whispers and gasps any time they float by in a hurry. They can be heard, at times, firmly scolding those who make the mistakes, insisting that there's no excuse for poor health care, and that even in times of urgency, care and attention to detail is needed. But for the time being, this isn't enough to help.
So they put out a plea to the other guild leaders. The Pokeclinic needs everyone who can help to check up on patients, deliver meals and medications, and check records for mixups. Lum Berries are fewer in number, so it makes sense that they're being overwhelmed right now! Polteageist promises to make it worth everyone's while, of course. Any Pokemon who works within the clinic during this time will be awarded with points.
LEARNING YOUR BODY
⟡ 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, if they assist with any of the clinic prompts, they may gain points for their future guild!
⟡ The creepy forest fog can be done away with temporarily through Pokemon moves, but always seems to work its way back like it has a mind or will of its own.
⟡ 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 of today, reserves and applications are now permanently open, with apps processed every other month! See information on their respective pages for details!
⟡ 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!
Ingo | Pokemon | current player
The flames around his neck are burning at their full strength, even as he walks along without having been attacked thus far. Hopefully it'll make him fairly visible. He snuffles along the ground to scent for anyone unfamiliar as well, occasionally lifting his head to call out:]
Hello? Is anyone out here?
[He is loud!]
ii. clinic
Good afternoon! I have brought you a bit of soup - if I may ask, how are you feeling?
[The Typhlosion's voice carries easily over the din of the crowds, but he seems to be struggling with both his size and actually carrying the soup in question. He's resorted to standing up on his hind legs and shuffling along very slowly with the bowl held between both paws. It's...fine, it's fine, he'll get there!]
iii. sparring
Greetings! [He calls across the field to his assigned opponent.] Are you ready?
[He is slightly on fire. He might use some fire. Hope that's obvious from context!]
iv. swoobat attack (closed to Emmet)
It's not as if they've argued. Ingo...supposes he always thought things would just fall into place, if he ever found anyone he knew before. So far, they haven't. It hasn't been bad, per se, but it certainly has not felt terribly natural.
This will be their first mission as just a pair. Ingo's a bit nervous. Emmet knows how to work around him, but can he be as good a partner in turn? He pauses at the foot of the ladder up into the canopy, leaning back to peer up at the high platform. No sign of Swoobat just yet.]
You ought to go up first. I'm the more likely of us to fall.
[He's pretty sure he can get up the ladder, but like. He's really not shaped for it.]
sparring
Please don't step on me. [That average corsola height of two feet is to the top of the spikes, and since he's the ghost-type variant his own spikes are so intangible they don't feel like they really count for that. And his opponent is a giant weasel/badger thing that is also on fire.
He braces (Hardens) himself for whatever is about to happen.]
no subject
[He knows how to stomp on things like a regular person (Pokemon), but that's entirely different! Anyway, it is only a training match, and he has no actual interest in harming any of the new arrivals.
Now, this...this is an interesting case. The fellow reminds him of a Corsola, a southern species he knows of, but he's quite sure they're supposed to be more colorful. And less...ghostly. He's curious, but it doesn't seem very sporting to ask after an opponent's typing mid-battle, so he just settles for shooting an exploratory Ember.]
no subject
He discovers he's not any good at dodging in this body, and that Ember hits pretty much head-on. He's got to get better at just moving in this body, now that he's not the tallest, lankiest guy in the room.]
Hey! [That actually hurt, more than he expected somehow (being a ghost does not make you immune to fire), but his shout of surprise comes out louder than he meant it to, with a weird amount of power behind it. He's figured out how to generate an Astonish, apparently.]
no subject
Ah! Are you alright?
[A ridiculous question. It's a battle, they're supposed to attack each other! He just can't quite turn that politeness off, at least not here where it's just a simple practice match.]
no subject
Sorry! [Using pokemon moves is weird when you don't know what a pokemon is and haven't like, played any of those video games the youths play that involve making your monster fight other monsters.]
It just surprised me.
[But if he's solid enough to hit with fire, he can probably do some damage just running into the guy. Tackle isn't the most elegant move with his body plan, but he's going to try it!]
[(Ingo might not be able to use Ember for a while, Itsuhito was lucky enough to get Cursed Body.)]
no subject
Ah! [Oh, that felt very strange! No one's ever gone right through him like that! But hey, it's a teaching opportunity!] Normal-type attacks will not work on other ghosts!
[He turns about and attempts to use Ember again, his most reliable attack thus far, but...just spits out smoke? He stops short and blinks, confused.]
no subject
At least, they feel Normal. Aside from whatever happened earlier when I yelled. [Astonish is Ghost-type, but it does require yelling and he's not really up for yelling most of the time.]
no subject
[If his opponent only has normal-type moves (and Astonish), it really isn't a fair fight. That makes it immediately not fun. Ingo doesn't make to attack again, just peering down at the little Corsola.]
To be fair, you also quite resemble a rock and water type I have heard tell of, from the south...but you certainly do have a ghostly look to you. What sort of moves have you been able to use so far, other than those two?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
swoobats
But in the present, the Zoroark's also peering up toward the branches above, though his thoughts are occupied with something a bit different from the Typhlosion beside him.
Rope and vine bridges, with wooden planks and boards interconnecting. Hm. Well, they're probably sturdy enough! Surely? The larger platforms and maybe even some of the broader tree branches look like they should have enough space to maneuver around on too, especially when one is used to the physical restrictions enforced by the battle trains. It still seems like a dangerous place to throw around too much fire carelessly, though ... That's not a concern for him personally, but given who he's with ...
Follow the schedule, follow the rules. Check safety... ]
... Maybe that should be a suggestion to Ribombee. 'Better access for Pokemon of varying body plans.' Don't know that it would matter as much if we're not in his guild, though. But I do not really know Guildmaster Ribombee so I cannot say.
[ Maybe they can make a more ramping path up? At least for the initial climb into the bulk of where the more constructed portions of the canopy are? Well, regardless. Emmet will do as suggested and rear back onto his hindlegs before clambering his way up the ladder, though not without one last thoughtful glance back at Ingo before he does. ]
no subject
[Ingo considers the ladder a moment longer, then carefully begins to climb. It feels unstable, far more than it really ought...the lack of his normal limbs is throwing him off. He hasn’t done this before in this body. He moves slower than Emmet.]
We won't be able to move about much.
no subject
[ But Emmet gives the space they're approaching another considering look as well as they both climb. ]
Should be space enough, probably. [ It better be. ] If one of us has to move around more. Maybe it should be me.
[ He's the more agile species; probably between some combination of Shadow Sneak and U-turn he's less likely to take a nasty fall to the ground below them. ]
no subject
[Ingo has learned how to move fairly well in this body, but he's under no illusions that he's particularly nimble. He feels bulkier than he used to. Certainly he's bulkier than Emmet!
He keeps his eyes on his forepaws as he climbs, not looking up. It isn't going quite as badly as he'd feared, but he doesn't feel altogether stable. Nothing at all like climbing a ladder as a human. He misses having hands. He doesn't say so - shying away from bringing up anything even mildly negative with Emmet - but he does keep on talking after a moment, because of course he does.]
...wings sound difficult. I don't know how Akechi learned to fly that quickly!
no subject
[ Oh, but the names alone don't really help Ingo, do they? Normally Emmet wouldn't keep going, but maybe a description, even if it's not the same as seeing it...?
(Besides, it keeps his thoughts partially off the subject of mitigating potential missteps in the trees. Only partially, though; there's still a portion of him noting the layout and sweeps and rises of the limbs and boughs, the connecting lines of the paths and bridges. Don't think he's forgotten that anecdote about the cliff.) ]
Fossil Pokémon. Very, verrrrry old! People think it might be the ancestor of most of the bird Pokémon around now. Yellow and blue plumage, some green, long tail. Some parts are more scale-y and less feathery.
Don't worry if you can't remember him though. He was more mine than yours anyway.
no subject
...he is a...fossil?
[This, too, is easier to focus on than the fact that he cannot picture the Archen. Or Archeops? Either one of them. Maybe he was more Emmet's Pokemon than Ingo's, but the fact that Emmet would say such a thing at all means that there must have been...overlap? That's a strange thought in itself. He's never been close enough to anyone, or even lived in frequent enough proximity, to share companions like that.]
no subject
[ Pros of keeping a conversation going as they climb: hey, look, they're maybe ... a third of the way up to the canopy platforms already? ]
no subject
[If it was a living version, after all, they'd probably look different?]
I have seen a few of those. Lian, one of the other Wardens, is very interested in geology! We will go into the caverns together sometimes to look for stones, and he has found some fossils as well. [...] I have seen something that looked a bit like a Shieldon's plate?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
clinic
Still, the spider seems to become more attentive at the mention of 'soup', the grouchy expression shifting to a more neutral one at best. ]
Isn't it obvious? It's too crowded here. They need to get on with whatever it is they want to do.
no subject
It is quite crowded! They were not prepared for such numbers, I think, between the first wave of new arrivals and this one.
[It would've been worse in Hisui. But nevermind that.]
If you are not actually feeling ill, with any luck they should let you go after a quick check!
no subject
Still, once the soup is brought down, hard not to investigate it. Still... working out how to eat things in this form but some things seem to come oddly easier than others when one doesn't think about it. ]
Tch... if they weren't prepared, then they shouldn't be pushy about it. Or, are you just here to earn favor, too?
no subject
[It's only right that he help out!]
But the situation will likely only grow worse, if illness is allowed to spread throughout the entire village! They are only trying to take care of everyone as best as they can. It's simply a shame there are no Chansey or Blissey around.
no subject
[ Grumbling, but she does look back toward the soup. ]
no subject
[It has only been a few days! Anyhow...hm. How is she to drink the soup? Ingo had not imagined someone quite so small. She does look (and smell?) a little ill, though - she needs to eat!]
...would you like me to lift you onto the table?
no subject
[ The Spinarak pauses, for a moment more agitated at her own sharp outburst, but amends, quickly. ]
I mean - no thank you. I can... find a way up so long as it's stable.
[ Probably. She considers the wall behind her to the distance to the table, the shape of the table's legs and how clearly things had been mismatched for so many grouped together. ]
no subject
[If Ingo's alarmed by the outburst, it doesn't show on his face. Then again, his face hasn't shifted from a resting frown since he walked in. Really, he was only supposed to deliver the soup...but he feels weird and bad just walking out when she hasn't really got it yet, so he hovers for a moment before finally sitting up on his haunches and resting a paw on the tabletop. Just to make sure it is stable.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)