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forty-eight
December 26
Slateport City
asexual
Enforcer
grunt
6"1' height
6"1' height
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POSTED ON Apr 27, 2024 20:09:45 GMT
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Grigori finally spoke, after the entire long, arduous trip back. “No, thank you. I will settle for the stool.

A little bit of selflessness, a little bit of restlessness. There was much to think about, even if his bones ached and his back complained as he set his back against the concrete. About the Chamber of Desires, of the vote, about everything. His mind churned, chewed on the doubts and knowledge inside his brain. He also physically chewed on some deep purple mochi. Once again, only the singular one. So be it, if he starved to death.

Unfortunately, though, even he was unable to fight off the exhaustion for long. And soon enough, his body slumped further and further into the stone, until his eyes finally closed and he lost consciousness.



But only for a moment.

When his eyes fluttered open, he was no longer in the prison. And for a change, his mind felt less obstructed too. He did not know this strange landscape, nor the people that inhabited it. Megalopolans, some of them recognizable. But that’s not what gets his attention, from an alleyway.

It’s his fellow prisoners that he takes notice of.

So… if Howard and Shred were actually here…

His feet carried him forward. Down, in a straight path. He did not know where to look, nor did he have a destination in mind. If he attempted to try and ‘navigate’, he’d just get more lost than before. If he saw a fellow Rocket, he simply ignored them. Some called, and their calls were wasted.

For there were plenty of League affiliated people here too. Thankfully, none of them June. He might’ve seen Annalise in the distance, but it was best to avoid her. Now wasn’t the time. Maybe during the next day, when they returned to clean more crystals.

Unfortunately, he did run into someone vaguely worth the effort of talking too. .

But, maybe, anyone was better than no one. And he was alone. And they were alone, and would be alone. Any port in a storm, he supposed. From behind, he closed the distance. “Mr. Cross.


Tl;dr
- Does not sleep on the cot, but does fall asleep on a stool
- Eats ONE Mochi
- Wakes up in dreamland and wanders, hoping to see Shred and Howard
- Instead finds a lonely Jayden Cross (don't worry about it)
- Says his name as a greeting
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JoJo
She/Her
25
July 07
Ever Grande City
Homosexual
Theme Park Owner
Civilian
Single
170 CM height
170 CM height
A Beacon of Safety during times of War
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POSTED ON Apr 27, 2024 20:12:23 GMT
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The work was rough, the beating rougher. There were times where Johanna just felt like lying down and letting the comforting darkness of despair take her. And yet she never did. She couldn’t give up. If she did, his death would have been for nothing.

The chilling water that rained down upon her was a soothing chill to her bruised and aching body, a soothing chill which she enjoyed in silence. She solemnly took a moment to wash herself though unlike her cellmate she did not strip top nor bottom. They were all still strangers and even in prison-despair she found a sense of shyness.

When they were all led away, she took a moment to look back and steal a brief look upon the beast for however long she was allowed to and for a brief moment ponder its unfortunate situation while noting down an orange.

But then she was forced onward, and not long after she found herself in a new set of clothes, dry clothes, scented even. Had it not been provided by their prison wardens she might have been appreciative of the gesture.

The same could be said for the food. She felt no joy in eating the mochi. Honestly it made her want to vomit for no other reason than who gave it to her. But she kept it down knowing better than to waste sustenance.

And so she went to bed, the little spoon to ’s big spoon. And there she found rest. The comfort of another person, even if that other person was a stranger, allowed her to dream.

But where she had prayed for a dream of freedom she found one of a dream-like city she did not recognize. But unfamiliar scenery did not stop her from exploring. She saw people walking by, some faces she presumed to be people from Hoenn, and the others carried the faces of the prison guards.

Now of course she could assume that this was simply just a dream and enjoy it as such. But on the off chance that this WAS some weird collective dream formed by all those in the area that meant there was a chance that perhaps her Pokemon would be here too.

And so she set out searching down streets, alleys and everywhere else she could get to. It took a long time but at last she found them, all of them, even Retnauh the one who had succumbed to punishment. Bundled together, yet separated into different displays, each bobbling in some weird fluid. All of them, even Retnauh…

Johanna felt the tears running down again. Oh this was no dream of freedom, but a taunting dream of despair, a reminder of her failure.

She knew this dream was lying to her. The cruelty they had subjected her to during the day suggested as much. They would have no reason NOT to simply end the life of one as an example. Johanna was convinced that the sight before her was simply wishful thinking made manifest for a moment. And yet the sight paved a path for hope, a hope which made call out to each Pokemon, and when that didn’t work she raised her fist and began to beat with all her might against the glass trying to break through to her friends on the off chance that this wasn’t simply wishful dreaming. All while calling out for them with their names!

But it didn’t seem to work, they didn’t even seem to react. She kept beating until her hands felt like weights of iron on her sides. By then all she could do was let her tears of despair and frustration run as she allowed her forehead to rest against the glass all while muttering.

“I will save you, I promise.”

TLDR:
- Works
- Bathes in the cold water, keeping her clothes on.
- Gets new clothes. And eats Mochi, then goes to sleep as Little spoon.
- Dreams of the city where she walks around looking at faces and stuff, until she finds her Pokemon. She tries break through to them, but fails. Sadge.



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Solo

Seraphim
He, Him
27
June 25th
Eterna City, Sinnoh
Heterosexual
Billionaire, Playboy
Head Scientist
"I can't take the pressure....I'm gone beyond repair...."
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There was only silence between him, and his roommate as they were lead back to their cell block, and he tried to piece together everything that had happened. The creature that beat those within his ward vaguely resembled the little creature that he, and had stumbled upon during their RKS simulation. Though it was far less amicable in this place, though he suspected that had something to do with the chains around it. If they freed it somehow could it get them home? would they be able to survive a little longer. It didn't matter, his thoughts cut short before being thrust back into his cell with .

There was only bed, and he wasn't keen on snuggling, so he walked over to it, and sat down on one side of it. There was enough room for her to sit down on the other side.

"Sleeping on the floor is a no go....Stone will absorb your body heat, and you'll die....I've no interest in cleaning up your corpse...." So he leaned against the wall, and tried to force his eyes to close. Whether she took the spot or not was of no interest to him. All that mattered was that they needed to rest, and conserve their strength for tomorrow. "We learned a lot today....We'll be more equipped to deal with their stupid game tomorrow....And eventually...." His voice dropped an octave. "Escape...." They had to be patient at the very least.

An opportunity would present itself, and then they would seize it. So hoping that she wouldn't try to kill him in his sleep he forced his eyes to close, and his mind to stop wandering. It was then that his dreams shifted, and shuffled until he was in a new dreamscape. Looking around he saw a familiar shock of pink hair, and dark skin.

"....?" He muttered to himself before approaching.

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Amor does nothing of note, and goes to sleep.
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mad

saoirse quinn
she/her
29
october 27
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
head scientist
the shadows breathe
whispering me away
5’8” height
5’8” height
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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POSTED ON Apr 27, 2024 21:12:09 GMT
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stubborn as they both were perhaps, in the end, neither of them took the cot. she slept sitting up against the wall, joined by who did the same once she’d drifted off.[break][break]

but as they both fell into that strange, collective dream, they did not wind up in the same place. shred was nowhere around, and though she soon realized the dreamlike qualities of her surroundings through obscuring details, she also realized that she was not alone there.[break][break]

most of that too-short time was spent exploring and theorizing with , before they’d been separated by a crowd of megalopolans moving through their bustling city. she’d managed to warn her about .[break][break]

after their separation, lulu continued on through what they presumed to be ultra megalopolis, believing they were in a dream not of their own, but that of the prison guards.[break][break]

and then, she came upon a sight she could have never prepared herself for.[break][break]

”djall!”[break][break]

she ran towards the daycare display, her hands going to the bizarre container as though she could reach through it to simply pull him out – but she was helpless there, banging on it uselessly a few times.[break][break]

For a moment, she forgot it was a dream. and when she remembered, she began to question everything.[break][break]

”please be alright…”[break][break]

her fist curled against the glass, tears beginning to form in her eyes amidst her rage. this was certainly no dream of hers.[break][break]

a sound from behind then startled her enough that she could no longer hold back those tears. they streamed down her cheeks when she turned to see who was there.[break][break]

”shred?” not in the crispy, weakened body she shared a cell with, but as well and lively as she'd seen him at the swamp – even blessed with beauty.[break][break]

striking as it was, it could not distract her from the absolute tragedy she'd stumbled upon. she wiped her face and sniffed, explaining pitifully, ”they have my dog...”[break][break]

and remembering the tubes from the hallway, and the sight of pokemon being smashed, including shred’s meltan, her panic was rising. it all felt too real.[break][break]

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∙ related threads: markov chain with shred, horn and ivory with nomi (in progress)[break]
∙ lulu runs into nomi first in the dream world but gets separated from her[break]
∙ believes they are in a dream shared by the megalopolan prison guards[break]
∙ is very upset upon seeing her houndoom unconscious[break]
∙ shred and lulu reunite in the dream world at pokemon daycare[break]




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rosie
she / her
14
October 14
Vermilion City, Kanto
unknown
demolition expert
Civilian
But I still believe, someday this lie will set me free
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A MILLION MILES AWAY
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[attr="class","nikki101"]WHEN YOUR SKIES ARE GREY, AND YOUR WHOLE WORLD IS SHAKING
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[attr="class","nikki102"]TO THE MOON AND BACK, I'LL LOVE YOU MORE THAN THAT
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[attr="class","nikki109"]For once, he doesn't fight her. At the very least, he has enough sense to understand that he is in no position to refuse with those injuries. No more pokemon to watch his back, no more powers to bail him out of a deadly scenario.[break][break]

It is only when he falls asleep that she considers doing the same, but sleep doesn't come easy. It is an uphill battle against both nerves and wandering mind. Though her eyes are closed and her consciousness begins to fade, she is caught upon that final layer before the great darkness, entangled by a web of intrusive thoughts.[break][break]

Would their wardens be cruel enough to attack them in their sleep? Possibly, but that only means that she should get as much rest as she can before they attempt to strike. Whatever happens, they'd have to get through her to hurt Isaac. She's certain of that much.[break][break]

What if this is a test of will? To see who succumbs to exhaustion first, then punish them for not pushing themselves harder? What if they spring some kind of trap within the night? Who will they hurt next? What if they kill Reiner while she's sleeping? No, she can't just sleep now. But if she doesn't, will she be in any state to help tomorrow?[break][break]

A quiet whimper lays upon the gently snoring, but her eyelids are far too heavy for her to open. He needs her to stay strong. For his sake. She can't let herself be worn down. She can't afford to be useless -[break][break]

Doused by warmth. Not one that burns but one melts away the cold sensation of the floor. She can hear something rumbling above her, but it's far too soft. Far too kind. It must be hallucinations whipped up by a desperate mind. She doesn't want to open her eyes. She doesn't want this comfort to dissipate.[break][break]

Surely, she's allowed this much in a hell like this?[break][break]


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She doesn't know when she'd fallen asleep. When the dreary cell and unmoving metal bars had changed to bright city lights and a cacophony of sound. Friendly faces flood the streets, but none of them fit the definition of what she'd call human. Is this a megalopolan city? Is she the only one here?[break][break]

Her footsteps carry her, grant her deepest wish of discovery. Not for her own amusement but an incessant need to know all she can to survive. There are others who share the same hell as her, pokemon scattered all throughout the city. At some point, she'd find Reiner, she knows she will. But there are others that must be looked for -[break][break]

Mesprit. Had they really been caught up in all of this? What this why they weren't coming to her aid? And the nonsense that these megalopolans seem to be spouting... They're victims in this too? But they are present, and somehow lucid in this dreamscape.[break][break]

That would mean that she is here too, wouldn't it? That green-cloaked ogre that had attacked them earlier. If Ogerpon were a victim too, would she be in this dream too? Would there be a way to reach her? Would she be able to kick and smash those container withholding their pokemon?[break][break]

Deep breaths: In and out. Sharpen the senses, get herself moving. Search first, she can afford to ask questions later if they really cross paths.
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tl;dr - prismatic fuckery: dumb ed.[break]
side stories:[break]
Lost Little Lambs[break]
Nowhere[break][break]

✦ eepy time...[break]
✦ since this place seems shared even by the megalopolans, searching for Ogerpon in this dreamscape[break]
✦ maybe they can talk to ogerpon, and she can free the pokemon
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Michael Navidson
He/Him
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October 13th
Slateport
Heterosexual
E4; Gym Leader
Sheriff
5'10" / 177.8 cm height
5'10" / 177.8 cm height
In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"
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MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN
MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN

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I'M STUCK IN PRISMATIC PRISON, AND TIME KEEPS DRAGGIN ON

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When sleep takes him, he expects more strange dreams. Fate does not choose this moment to surprise him. A hazy mind wanders through a neon fog, only to, in the end, arrive on a street corner. This city is the city of the future. Night is held at bay by artificial lights. Sprawling highways snake up and down, sprawling in every direction. A man could lose himself here.[break][break]
Only when he fails to move does he take notice of how sharp his mind feels, lost in this dream. Navy flexes his mental muscles and finds, for the first time in weeks, that he feels like himself. Reaching down, he tries to pull himself up. There is no strength in his arms. Fatigue keeps him down.[break][break]
The dream casts him in the role of a voyeur. Navy cannot stand. Those around him pass him by. Sometimes, he sees familiar faces. Many are the faces of the living, but he swears he sees unfamiliar dead faces in the crowd. Questions are asked. Most folk start walking faster. Some kick him while he’s down.[break][break]
Eventually, after talks with and , he closes his eyes. This too will pass. It is not worth getting upset over.[break][break]
He waits, hopes, and plans.



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Falls asleep. Upon waking, he realizes his mind is sharp, but his body is still weak. Without any other options, he passes time in the city as a bum on a street corner. Talks to Andrea and Eris. Otherwise, he's resting, running things over in his head, and waiting to wake up.
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GOD
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Rocket Beast
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You're not burned.

That's the first realisation you make as you awaken within the idea of Ultra Megalopolis. Something you can feel before you even open your eyes. The smoothness of your skin, the sensation underneath, the painlessness of it all. You've even got your missing arm back! It feels like you've just woken up from an overlong nightmare. Finally, finally, you're whole again.

But eventually, you do have to open your eyes. When you look upon the neon skies and the alien architecture that scrapes them, you can feel something isn't right. And when you inevitably find a mirror in this city of glass and polish, you see that your reflection is not quite your own.

"Fuck me..."

It's just a dream. Another goddamned fucking dream. And when you wake? You'll be broken again. Disappointment hits you hard. It'd crush you, if you weren't crushed already. Instead, it just feels like it's poking against your bruises.

But after a time, that feeling passes, and it's replaced by a more immediate realisation.

"...Shit! Lulu? Where are you? LULU?!"

She's not here. You're not sure how long she hasn't been here, but even a second is too long. So, you kick into gear and begin to search the sprawling expanse. It doesn't take long for you to meet a few familiar faces, and not longer after that to start picking up the finer details. You exchange words with your allies, get caught up on the situation within each of the wards, and even hear that a certain fucking backstabbing piece of shit is here in prison with you.

You keep an eye out for one General Velmos as you search the city. If you find him, and he better pray you don't, then you'll have some strong words for him. Something along the lines of "Oi, FUCKER, what happened to that whole "I'd kill myself" speech you gave, huh? Why the fuck are you screwing us over here? Why're you getting special treatment? And the fuck are you doing with all that mask bullshit, anyway?".

Whether you find him or not, and whether he answers or not, you don't stick around. Instead, you continue to look for Lulu within the gigantic city, like looking for a needle in a haystack. And yet, despite how absurd that sounds, it isn't much longer before you find it.

"Lulu! There you are! I know I look a little different, but--"

You stop. She's crying.

Your eyes flicker to her Houndoom, suspended in some strange display. Then, they drift back to her. To her watering eyes and her tearstained cheeks. For a second, you stand there, unsure of what to do. Then, you discard your thought, and allow your instinct to lead you. Taking a deep breath, you step forward and hug her. With both of your arms, while you still have them.

"Shhhhhhh... It's okay... It'll be okay... We'll get them back."

Her Houndoom. Your Meltan.

"And when we do? We'll all leave here. Together. Just like I promised..."




TL;DR - Shred wakes up with his DDD body from HIT HOENN THREAD IMMORTAL ONEIROS, and scours the dream city looking for Lulu. In doing so, he gets caught up on the critical information in a variety of intriguing Dream threads. Using this information gained, he looks for Velmos and proceeds to ask him the tough questions about HIT HOENN THREAD CHAIN OF COMMAND. Then he find Lulu and hugs her :ureshii:.
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Aura

Kyr
she/her
thirty-six
December 31st
Blackthorn City
Bi-sexual
Assassin / Architect
Civilian
my most beautiful chaos
One day I will find you
1m85 // 6'1 height
1m85 // 6'1 height
Her heart in spite, is warm and bright
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Kyrenai Black
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 28, 2024 0:57:27 GMT
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The pain in her chest is sharp. Breathing, just like their assigned tasks, does not come easy, and the straining of her lungs against her broken bones reminds her of it every time she tries to take a breath. It actually takes a moment for the assassin to rise to her feet once more, but now she no longer has to stand against an attacking opponent, she manages.

Hidden behind the most unfair excuse of a perfect pokerface, Kyrenai smiles at , showing no signs of her internal pains.

And when the cold water falls, she looks up from where it came and momentarily closes her eyes. A shower is a shower nonetheless; and although it doesn't burn away her aches with heat, the crisp chill gives her a clarity. A moment of relaxation before the reminder that puts her nerves on edge, her muscles flinching and cramping against a partially-broken body. She's at a disadvantage now. She knows. But it makes her all the more dangerous.

If only she can allow the beast its freedom once cornered.

At least the beast that attacked them earned its own reprise, she thinks as she looks back, a flash of orange bidding her adieu. They're being led elsewhere. Long endless corridors that gave way to the platform that brought them there in the first place. Separated from the other group she finds herself in her cell once more, aside . Newly clothed and apparently fed, dreams come louder than the silence they fill.

Neon lights and soundlessly bustling. Kyrenai does not know the city, but from previous reports she takes its name and placement; Ultra Megalopolis. In nothing is it her style or willingness, but the lack of pain and binding chain urges her to roam. Studying the people that wander past, many are Megalopolan, but a few faces are similar to the ones she saw earlier on the platform.

Another familiar face is that of Mori; the blue hues of the shiny Tyrantrum just as hard to ignore as the neon lights of the city nightlife above her. A large glass container displays it to the world, and her fingertips touch the solid glass with purpose. Mori seems fine within its homeostasis, unaware of the world around it. Unawakened, too. But it looks fine, unharmed, and that's what matters more.

When a poor passerby tries to pass her to enter the building she grabs them by the scruff with enough strength to thwart any escape. That her mind is scrambled shows when she blurts out a question she not wholey tried to pose. ”What are you doing with our pokémon?”

Our pokémon. Not here, where she was alone. But would they know she meant it like that? Did their pokémon's fate within this world reflect similarly upon their prison counterparts?

Whatever the answer is, she lets the Megalopolan go and stares at Mori yet again. Within the reflection of glass blue has started shifting, mixing with streaks of crimson. Within this reality her flaming hair flares again, and the assassin smiles meekly before leaning her forehead into the glass, whispering to her reflection. ”How I hate you.”

Kyrenai pushes herself off the glass, leaving Mori in its stasis until she figures out a way to free it. And then she wanders again, until a friendly face enters her periphery. So she calls out to them and joins . ”Things are growing stranger and stranger by the minute.”



Tldr;
-There's nothing hot and relaxing about this shower
-Pokerface on; “what is pain?”
-Eats mochi and naps
-Roams Ultra Megalopolis studying faces
-Finds Mori (s!Tyrantrum) and asks nearby person ”What are you doing with our pokémon?”
-Hates her reflection
-Catches up with





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Tagger

DarkWingsGod
Male
39
April 5
Heterosexual
Streamer
Grunt
Single
5'07" height
5'07" height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Andrew Fisher
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POSTED ON Apr 28, 2024 1:29:35 GMT
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If looks could kill, then Violet would've died a thousand times over. But despite her goading, Andrew stepped back. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, bitch? I'm not takin' the obvious fuckin' bait, so you can share some shitty story on social media. Go fuck yourself, you fuckin' bitch!", Andrew retorted.

It was then that a redheaded woman stepped up to them. She was none too pleased about the way the two voted. "Uh, it's called survival. When you got complete fuckin' shitheads like her in the other wards, it's fuck or get fucked! I'm surprised more people didn't vote to forsake, to be honest.", Andrew replied to the woman, giving the trademark snort.

It was then that Andrew took in the sight of the daycares. "Yo, what the fuck!? King!? Queen!? Stag!?", Andrew questioned in complete disbelief. Then there were his Metagross, Charizard, and Rotom, all in the same predicament. "What the fuck have these assholes done with our fuckin' Pokemon!?"

When Andrew woke up, he'd be in for a rude, and alarming awakening.




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notes: Andrew glares at Violet
Refuses to take the bait
Badly justifies his vote to Aubre
Spots his Pokemon in the daycares


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nikki

illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
consumed
with what's to transpire.
5’8” height
5’8” height
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
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POSTED ON Apr 28, 2024 2:07:14 GMT
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who's afraid of little old me? [break]
well, you should be

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thanks to the help from , the woman being thanked with a grateful and mildly affectionate smile, they're able to complete their clean up relatively quickly... at least, she thinks so? time feels like it passes in increments of eons here away from the bonded eyes of space. and when it's done, she wants to collapse from fatigue and overexposure to disgusting grime.

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they're brought back to their cells and given more mochi. she steals a glance of as he passes the tray toward her. despite the initial recoil her body sluggishly rolls through, she begrudgingly eats the mochi once more.

[break][break]

and she's too exhausted to argue with him about how they can simply share the cot... enough to collapse on the uncomfortable piece of furniture and quickly slip into a worn down sleep.

[break][break]

she wakes, then, with a sharp gasp and widened eyes. everything comes rushing back in all at once - spatial matter swimming through the line of sight and the awareness of all expanses of the universe near and far... she screams herself into full revival in this dream world, the echo threatening to shatter through the glass of this reality.

[break][break]

and with a scrambling desperation, the alchemist is falling over herself to get closer to where she feels the strongest concentration of familiar ichor. it leads her to the glass, to the spatial dragon behind it, and the fluid surrounding the entirety of her team. she snarls, all sharp teeth and primordial rage.

[break][break]

"they'll pay for this," she hisses the promise low into the air around her, breath fogging up the glass. and while she tries to practice restraint, they have pushed her too far. pink spatial energy ignites around her fists and she winds one back before slamming it into the glass. spatial erosion begins to leak out from her body with the heightened emotions, with the lack of control she has... until she becomes a nuclear reactor in this cursed dream world.


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takes the cot (ty teal), we eep...[break]
wakes up to having powers back, tries to break palkia out.

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Mcfuzzled

Bro/Brah
27
April 1
Dewford Town
Bisexual
Personal Trainer
Ranger
Stay the course
Whatever it takes
6'4" height
6'4" height
Do I lift? Yeah, brah, I lift your spirits!
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Beau Fontaine
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POSTED ON Apr 28, 2024 2:41:58 GMT
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Beau rolled his eyes at Eddie's rejoinder, ready to bite back that it was in fact the best kind of logic, duh, but wisely held his tongue when he saw his own stalwart frustration mirrored on the other man's face. It was a common turn of phrase to refer to unstoppable forces meeting immovable objects, but when two immovable objects were pitted against each other, they got nowhere fast.
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He instead busied himself smoothing down his clean clothes and giving an experimental stretch to soothe his aching back. At Eddie's suggestion, he turned to regard the older man, only moderately nonplussed to find him already on the cot, and - yes - with just enough room left, apparently.
[break][break]
He eyed the cot dubiously; while he wouldn't mind not being able to stretch out, because he had a feeling he'd sleep like a rock if he managed to get any sleep at all, it didn't allow Eddie much room for any comfort, either. Still, the determined set of Eddie's jaw told him he'd be right back to talking the other man in circles if he refused, so he capitulated with a sigh. "Fine, brah, but if you get t'hurtin', you gotta tell me. I figure it's not gonna get any better in this place, feel me?"
[break][break]
A lingering sense of concern for the other man and that telltale frisson of anxiety about their overall situation that he still couldn't shake had him ready to do anything but fall asleep. Despite it, though, if only to forestall more of Eddie's protests, he settled in next to his cotmate for the night.
[break][break]


[break][break]
Beau jolted awake, snapping his head around and blinking blearily as he took in his surroundings. He'd fallen asleep at his table, and the cafe was empty. No - he hadn't been in a cafe, he'd been in a doggone cell, and there was no Eddie or anyone else, for that matter, to be seen. He had to be dreaming, but he never dreamed this vividly.
[break][break]
He stood and made his way outside the small cafe cautiously. The city was unfamiliar, the bright neon of the surroundings almost garish in comparison to what he was used to. Soft, hushed voices reached his ears, and he reacted immediately, launching into a jog down the block toward the source of the sound.
[break][break]
Coming upon the alleyway, the wind immediately left his sails as he found the small passage completely empty. Sighing, he turned his attention to the structures surrounding him and immediately froze. Torben, his Pangoro, floated in a glass display nearby, unmoving and suspended within the strange liquid.
[break][break]
The familiar lance of fear shot down his spine as here, even in his dream, he'd failed his companions.
[break][break]
Tearing toward the display, he beat his fists against the glass, a series of hollow thunks echoing from the impact, magnified weirdly by the solution in which the bear floated. His breath coming rapidly, panic seizing him, Beau looked around frantically. No - there was his Gallade, and across from that his Runerigus, and even-
[break][break]
He stared at Orson, the diminutive Kubfu he'd tried so hard to save from a fate as grim as this, suspended in the smallest case of them all. With an incoherent sob, he beat against the glass, drawing his arm back and punching, hammering, kicking at the enclosure as the strength left him, his blows growing weaker, until he could only lift his arm to place a hand against the glass, next to the unmoving cub's head.
[break][break]
"I'll bring you home," he whispered hoarsely, the nameless fear tightening his throat. "I'll bring you all home."



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Also fights with Eddie over the cot, eventually agrees to share.[break]
Dreams of waking in a cafe, finds his pokemon and tries unsuccessfully to break them out.[break]
Frantic, unfocused, scared.

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Madda

she/her
10
December 25
Cascarrafa, Paldea
??????
Trainer
Civillian
0 height
0 height
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Lucia Aldrete
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POSTED ON Apr 28, 2024 3:17:30 GMT
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had at least tried to keep her safe, as the masked Pokemon would come back and lash at the two. Lucia had received some marks of pain. A scratch here and there and maybe a small cut, but otherwise was in overall good health minus the mental torture that she was weathering. Just as fast as it had come, the Pokemon rampaged off onto something more interesting, leaving the two to themselves.

Before everyone could breathe, a torrent of cold, wet water splashed down upon them. The sheer difference in temperature was enough to have the child shiver a bit, though thankful for the shower to get the sweat off of them.

"Y-Yeah, thanks." Lucia said again, smiling up at Hideo behind her mask. He was able to introduce himself as an audible gasp escaped her lips. "Wait, Hideo?! Like, THE Hideo!?" That little bit of childlike wonder had sprung forward again as the younger trainer gushed over Hideo. To think that she'd be able to meet one of the gym challengers here of all places! "Thank you so much for protecting me. It's such an honor to meet one of the gym leaders. I just...wish it wasn't here."

One quick conversation later, everybody had gone and gotten new clothing from the prison guards here. There was a small little comfort in new clothing, and the mochi was still peach flavored. A small comfort in these trying times. But Lucia returned to her cell alongside and slowly falling asleep, whatever position that the two would come to terms with.

TL;DR:
- Thanks Hideo for protecting her then fangirls over him being a gym leader
- Finishes her shower and new clothes! Yay!
- Mochi is good, nom nom nom
- She heads back to her cell and falls asleep quickly

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red

Di
she/her
26
september 12
hammerlocke, galar
heterosexual
delegate
grunt
but you know
that you're toxic
5'5" height
5'5" height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Diana Cavendish
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POSTED ON Apr 28, 2024 3:24:33 GMT
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[attr="class","diana"]Diana followed the rest of her ward like pitiful dogs on a leash. However, instead of her mind being filled with plans to escape and what to do to catch these Megalopolans off guard, it was haunted with the memory she had seen moments before in the Chamber of Desires.

”Where is he… where is he…?” she muttered softly to herself. Though a sparkling gleam caught her eyes as they walked past working guards.

TERA SHARDS. Organised into piles of brilliant rainbows, they were stacked and polished to perfection. After time and time again with , she had tested these shards with him. And with her desires shown, it seemed implanted in her mind that they were the key.

Diana Cavendish starved for the tera shards.

And yet, she’s pulled away from them as they were led back into their cells. Thankfully, the outfit was comfortable, since they were to either sleep on the floor or the hard bed. ”One of you may take the bed…” she murmured, almost falling to the ground in a heap of exhaustion.

Her mind could split apart from the images and the sounds she’d seen.



When Diana’s eyes open, she’s in a city. It’s not Hoenn, and it’s not Hammerlocke. It’s unfamiliar, but the Magalopolans there were friendly, giving her a wave and a greeting as she walked by. She tried to speak comprehensive sentences, but she couldn’t bring herself to.

Instead, she kept repeating: ”where is he?”


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- offers the bed to or
- lost in the dream world: where is he
- who is he?
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Eps

Ina, Yu, Yuyu, Yui
She/Her
Twenty-Five
February 21
Petalburg City (?)
Pan
Historian/Anomaly Ecologist
Elite Ranger
I don't want
To imagine a past, that doesn't have you in its future
120 lbs. | 5'8" height
120 lbs. | 5'8" height
To truly know one's self, look back on the marks you've made in history
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Yuina Higashi
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POSTED ON Apr 28, 2024 3:26:59 GMT
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Getting dressed again also meant becoming trapped once more, the masks returning to their faces as they were to leave the chamber. Yuina wanted to fight it, she couldn't bear the thought of having to be shrouded again within the dimness of the mask's eyes. She managed one last look at Doug, longing behind the distant, far away stare of her dull eyes.[break]
And then she was trapped again, her only tie was holding his hand, her fingers intertwined with his as her mind raced, her heart pulsed in time with the toxins of the chain that bore itself around her neck.[break][break]
Yuina didn't pay much mind to anything as they moved through the hallways, her head cast down, hair dripping around her in brown ribbons. She couldn't think far beyond the vision The Mask showed her, how real it all felt, how jarring it was to know that those feelings were out there... And she could have them.[break][break]
She tried desperately as they were lead along by their chains to hold onto how much comfort she felt, how much stability there was surrounding her. There were no uncertainties, no threats, it was incredible to think that she could ever live a life like that...[break]
She wanted to remember the faces, those that surrounded her in the vision, that family... Her family. There was nothing that she could grasp onto to know their names, to know what they were like... But she knew that they were hers, they were her family... She had a family before... And she could have that family again... Couldn't she? The thought alone was nearly enough to bring a fresh bout of tears to her eyes, her chest swelling with so much need and so much want...[break][break]
No sooner were the group of them brought back down to the level of their ward than were they ensnared by their chains and drug back towards their cells, easily reminded of how debased they all were. Back behind bars, more mochi served... Sleep? Truly they were trapped here, given the bare minimum in order to survive, but stripped of just enough to breed complacency...[break]
Right... She wasn't alone... Yuina had begun to become so consumed and enamored by the family within The Mask that remembering Doug was there with her... It felt like her desires were being split down the middle, for as she and Doug moved to settle on the cot, existing in each other’s space as they had both grown so fond of, so used to… She wondered… Which desire, which of her lives, was truly the strongest?[break][break]

[break]
She had already spent a time within the neon city streets, leaving behind and hoping that it wouldn't be the last time she would see him... Finding much to her despair... Yuina hated more than anything that the two souls that she could imagine she cared for more than anything else in this life were trapped here... And she couldn't even do anything to keep Desiree safe, not when they were separated.[break]
If it were up to her, she would have clung to Desiree like a vice, she was seething, knowing that this place was keeping them apart from each other, that because she couldn't stop that feeling ticking in the back of her mind that she had to depart from her beloved angel...[break][break]
Yuina was angry, fuming, at everything that had happened so far and everything that she couldn't imagine happening to anyone else that was here. She was livid at the mask for showing her a future that she couldn't decide for herself between her two lives. She was seething at the death of Doug the Ursaluna. She was furious at being held against her will... Her own will, she did have a will of her own that wasn't tied to her past life, and she was realizing how sorely she had been neglecting that...[break][break]
And she wanted to scream in white hot rage at the TICKING feeling in the back of her mind that just wouldn't stop![break][break]
Standing in the midst of a city center, Yuina glared out into the sidewalks of Megalopolans that went about this false life. Her anger was perhaps misguided, she had a feeling that they weren't here of their own volition given that they too were marred by toxic chains within the prison. But they were the only other ones here, she had no where else to place her rage.[break]
She also hadn't forgotten, and would never forget their transgression against the Hisuians that came from the distortion on Route 119.[break][break]
She searched their faces, they all looked the same... But surely at least one of them must have been there on route 119, and she wanted to find one of them. The ticking feeling in the back of her mind, the longer she spent in this place... But... Had any time passed at all? There was no way to tell... Even in the prison, there was no indication of time passing at all... Was that for a reason?[break]
And why was it that neither Doug nor Desiree could understand what it was she felt, why she felt her hair standing on end if she focused too hard on the ticking feeling in the back of her mind... She needed information, anything that she could gather... And at what she felt like could be a familiar megalopolan face from the night beneath the swamps, Yuina approached them unabashedly, looking to stop them for her questions.[break][break]
At first they seemed uneasy, speaking quickly as if to get the interaction out of the way, that they did not want to be bound by the toxic chains just like those from Hoenn, or how they got there. Yuina could have fathomed that, they likely had similar circumstances, but were being made out to be their enemy in line with the 'wardens'. She shook her head, stopping them. That wasn't what she wanted to know.[break][break]
"I don't care. I don't need to know how you got here. I want to know how long you've been here," she started, firm, stern, nearly angry...[break]
"Were you in the swamps of our region, when the toxic chains appeared the first time? There was a time-space distortion, and humans taken from the swamps, others that emerged from the distortion...," she stopped herself, fists clenching. She hated so much that their history died when the megalopolans attacked them, but, that had to wait...[break][break]
Either they were or weren't there in the swamps, but Yuina had another question if they weren't there. She wanted to know exactly how long the megalopolan had been here, to see if the feeling she couldn't shake, the ticking that wouldn't stop... It felt like... nothing was moving.[break][break]
"What is the last thing you remember before being brought here? How long has it been since you've been brought here?"



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NOTES


- Brought back to the ward, doesn't pay any attention to the masks or tera shards. Too busy trying to hang onto the feelings given from The Mask[break]
- Realizes the desires from The Mask do and don't belong to her... Can she not have both? Why do her past's desires get to be stronger...[break]
- Wakes up with Doug in dreamworld, finds Desiree within the city streets, but has to leave them both. The ticking feeling in the back of her mind won't stop, and it's making her angry[break]
- Standing in the city streets, Yuina is big mad at everything. She wants to know what this feeling is and why no one else feels the same. Attempts to find a Megalopolan from Blood, Mud, Iron to ask them questions[break]
- Finds a Megalopolan, they explain they don't know how they got there. That's not what Yuina wants to know[break]
- Question 1: Were they present during the events of blood, mud iron where the toxic chains appeared?[break]
- Question 2: If yes, how long ago was that night in route 119? If no, what is the last thing they remember before being brought to prison and how long ago was that?[break]






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He would not break, he would not break.

Holy shit he would definitely not break. But this was too much! How he’d managed to stay sane after all this time was a miracle in itself before he realized—

Wait, he’d been through worse before!

Either way…

“Come on, let me help you up,” he would guide his cellmate companion Zach to their feet before the water came pouring down—were they really being treated like animals at this point?

(He’d had worse, but of course he wouldn’t admit to this.)

Sputtering and hissing like a wet cat, the water does little to comfort him—he was already helping out his companion the best he could—despite the torrential water, everything comes to an end all too quickly and they’re herded through… another unfamiliar area.

Those ‘tubes’ look to be extremely unsettling (the entire place was if he was going to be honest) and the next part of the journey was disorienting…

…it was like they were traversing the innards of some ugly beast, if he was being honest.

Eventually, they return to their holding cell, and it takes him all of his power to make his companion take the bed, because unlike him, Zach looked to be in an even worse state than he did.

“I insist,” he would quietly hiss as he made the other take the singular ‘bed’ in their holding cell. “I’m fine. You need it more than I do.”

With that, he would stand guard…

…but even he would fall asleep, at some point.

And not realize just where he’d ended up in the moment he connected the dots and saw that they were no longer in their holding cells.

Time is but a mixed-up perception now, it seemed.



Frog where are you please come save your husband!!!
• insists that Zach take the lone bed in their cell when they return because the other one needs it more than he does
• no Pokémon listed since they don’t have them with ‘em

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