[messenger]

username: messenger
name: Osif
prompt (500 words max):

When Messala sent a group message to his employees the day prior of April first that
pranks were, in fact, allowed, the most he was expecting a few rubber ducks hidden
in his office. Maybe, and he says this with the utmost meaning of the word, maybe,
someone would switch the sugar for his coffee with salt.

What he was not expecting was hearing the faint noises of the music you'd hear when
Wile E. Coyote was chasing roadrunner outside. Perhaps he was just hearing things?
The elder man ceased his movements, but, the music continued to play. His frown
deepened. Perhaps someone was listening to some cartoons really loud. No, No, it
couldn't be that. Pushing himself up from his chair he peered out his window into
the parking lot below. His eyes nearly rolled out of his head. There below stood a
group... a band... a mariachi band.

Ah, that must be it, they were at the wrong building. In no time at all Messala cleared
the stairs and pulled open the office doors below. The music ceased upon the band
members seeing him. "May I help you?"

"Are you Messala?"

"Erhm, yes, I-" Before he could finish the band started up again in a flurry and he was
left dumbfounded. He shook his head before turning and retreating back inside the
building. What surprised him was that they followed him! All the way up to his office!
While continuing to play! Little did he know that the band would follow him all day
(minus lunchtime where they took a break) and never broke stride with him. He was
left mildly annoyed and immensely confused. And at the very end of this awful- terrible-
no, wonderful day, all his employees filed into the room. He looked them all in the eyes
and asked who did it. A few moments of silence passed before they all broke out into
laughter. They confessed it was Osif. Now that, that nearly gave Messala a heart attack.
Osif, his most innocent employee, Osif, the most soft-spoken man he's ever met, and
Osif, now the culprit behind this elaborate prank? Messala looked over to Osif who had
a mischievous smile.
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extra (optional):
a very, very, rough sketch for visuals

[lunaire]

username: lunaire
name:
prompt (500 words max):
extra (optional):

maybe mark??

[Lorne_Purnima]

smol mark
Lorne

[purrtato]

username: purrtato

name: Weslyn

prompt:

She saw a post that was going around online about how a girl tried to "pull a pavlov" and get the guy she liked to like her back by getting him to associate her with his favorite type of chocolate. Weslyn, being a woman of Science™ and Skepticism™, decided that she would give it a try to see if it would actually work. So she went out and bought some chocolate, went to school the next day, and offered a bar to her friend in class. He looked down at the bar, then back up at her, then down at the bar again, smirked, and took it saying, "you realize that we follow the same tumblr accounts, right? But thanks for the free chocolate."

She was a bit embarrassed, but glad that he'd been a good sport about calling her out for her prank, so it took her half a day to notice that he changed her ringtone to "mission failed, we'll get 'em next time" and turned her volume up all the way. It went off loudly when she got a call in the middle of class. After being scolded, she turned to him and said "Touché."

[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
name: Bentley

prompt (500 words max):
Kalons used; Beau & Pip, the mascot (for the sake of an NPC)

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"Whipped cream, nose tickle?"

"Nah. That's an old prank."

"Swap out mayonnaise for vanilla pudding?"

I let out a sigh, spinning in my chair to face him. "Beau, we literally did that last week."

He shrugged as best he could from his place sprawled out on my bed. "Just thinking out loud." He paused. "Salt in the sugar container?"

"We've done that, too."

"Yeah, but what if-" he waved a hand in the air. "What if we jazzed it up? Say we offer to make tea. Or coffee. Whatever beverage. And we put sugar in ours, but salt in theirs."

I thought about it. "Okay, yeah, I see where you're coming from."

"They'd be freaking out because it's so gross," he continued. "And we'd be like, what's wrong, it tastes fine? And they'd be all confused."

I nodded as he spoke. "Uh huh, uh huh. I like your thinking, Beau. That could work."

"I'm full of good ideas," he agreed.

"Says the boy who tried to take a lemur from the zoo."

"I'm mostly full of good ideas," he amended.

"Right then," I said, jumping up and rubbing my hands together. "Let's get this prank underway, courtesy of the Bentley and Beau Dream Team."

"I still think it should be Beau and Bentley," he said, following me downstairs into the kitchen.

We could see Pip from here, sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. I kept my voice normal as I called, "Hey, you want a cuppa tea? We were just gonna make one."

"That'd be great, yeah!" they replied. "Milk and two sugars, please." "Coming right up." Beau turned away, suppressing a giggle.

I got out the cups. Beau got the milk. I got the sugar, he got the salt. I poured sugar into two of the cups, salt in the third. I'd just dropped in tea bags when Beau let out a huff.

"Your kettle isn't working," he muttered, flipping the switch a few times when I looked over.

"Do the milk and stuff," I said, moving away from the bench to swap places with him. "It's not switched on at the wall, you nugget."

"It really does look the same," he whispered, moving the cups around to peer inside at their contents.

The jug boiled, and I added in the water while Beau got to stirring. "You know which is which, right?" he asked quietly, and I nodded. Yep. I knew how I'd left them.

Covering his mouth to hide more laughter, Beau watched me take in the cup to Pip. "Thank you!" they said happily, and I moved back to the bench. We watched in anticipation as they took their first sip-

and nothing.

No reaction.

We looked down at the two cups.

"Did you move them around?" I whispered.

"Um-" he hesitated, lifted the cup and took a sip to taste. He then gave me a sheepish look. "Sorry."

I looked down at my own cup in front of me.

Oh no.

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extra (optional):

[rabidlynxeon]

Mark!

[Knickknacks]

mark oh gosh what a babe-

username: Knickknacks
name: Bridget
prompt (500 words max):
extra (optional):
--wip ;w;

[Softea]

Stunning design

Res

[jellyphants]

username:
name:
prompt (500 words max):
extra (optional):

some sort of graffiti??

[76heart]

you know I love the flooF

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76heart ● eryx bevan ● non-binary ● he/him ● 720 words
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❝ the playful sprite of the forest ❞
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without the upside-down bit of a later phrase, it's only 708 words, so i'm not
quite sure what to label the word count as ahh i'm so sorry

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xxx"Hello!"

xxxA loud, startled- and most certainly undignified- screech was what greeted him when he slid to hang upside down from the branch, in a way after centuries of perfecting, he knew his four paws would not let fall, at least, not for a while. Their noses were only the width of a few whiskers held between one's paws in an attempt to peer closer at them, and he could see the surprise bloom in the other kalon's eyes, as well as something he didn't discern was terror.
xxx"Sorry for scaring you earlier ser,"
xxx"I-"
xxx"it's just, it gets so lonely out here, and so boring. None of the animals want to play with me anymore, and no knights come through here after I scared them once. You are a knight, right? You look like a knight, you have the same symbol they wear."
xxx"I'm a carto-" He seemed to answer despite himself, a question that had become so natural to answering, that it came to the other kalon, even now.
xxx"You're a carrot? How can you be a carrot? I eat carrots when I can find them, you can't be a carrot."
xxx"Cart-og-ra-pher." The kalon straightened a bit, easing the slightest bit. "I am the royal cartographer, I work per request of kings and queens."
xxx"What's a carro-to-gra-pher? It sounds funny."
xxx"Maps. I make maps." He dusted himself off with a paw, looking more than a little proud.
xxx"Maps? Oh, can I see? I've never seen a map before, they always hide them before I can get a glimpse. Is that what this paper here is?" Without thinking, one of his paws started to try and lower into the open satchel at the kalon's side, and the terror suddenly returned to the man's eyes, instantly tensing, and springing to action.
xxx"No! No! You may not touch that!"
xxx"I'm sorry mister, I-" He felt himself slipping. Oh no. The other kalon noticed, and with eyes growing even wider, dodged around his head, and began to run.
xxx"Stay away! Don't come after me!" He was falling, but he couldn't miss the book that fell out of his bag as he ran, a rather important looking one at that.
xxx"Hey mister, you dropped somet-oh! Ow." Eryx fell, very painfully, right onto his back, but he recovered quickly, scrambling to his feet, and padding softly to the book, sitting with his tail curling around his form as he picked it up, and watched the kalon fade from view as he frantically floundered through the forest's under brush.

xxxOh well, maybe he'd get to return this to him some day. Until then at least, he might as well read it.

xxx˙ǝⅎɐsun ʇsoɯ sɐ uopsǝɹ∀ ⅎo ʇsǝɹoⅎ uuǝᖵ sᴉɥʇ ʞɹɐɯ oʇ ǝʇou ɐ ǝʞɐɯ ʅʅᴉʍ I

xxxWhat?

xxxOh, he had been holding it the wrong way round, whoops. It was much better, and made infinitely more sense, when he turned it the right way, flipping it gently in his paws. Something fell out, but he paid it no mind.

xxxThe strangest thing happened to me today, which I must make note of. But not here, it is not safe here, not so close to that thing.

xxxThere, the scrawl was frantic, hasty, and he couldn't help the smile the came to him. He had scared him good, hadn't he?

xxxHours later, and I have found somewhere, at last to write the events of today which have transpired.

xxxThe writing was clearer there, more steady.

xxxI was simply out charting, making my calculations as I always do, when I suddenly heard something calling for help. As any good soul would do, I followed the sound. Nothing was amiss when I arrived at this bush of blue colored berries, and all of a sudden, this creature, this monster, this thing, leapt out at me with a horrifying, vicious, ferocious scream. I was terrified.

xxxInstantly, I fell back, and then I heard laughing, light, cheerful, innocent, and with a closer look, I saw whatever it was that had attacked me, wore a mask. A horrifying contraption made of leaves and sticks, that had it roughly resembling the fabled elephants from across the sea, with lighter branches for tusks.

xxxI will make a note to mark this Fenn forest of Aresdon as most unsafe.

xxxHe smirked. Maybe he'd keep this after all.