[Olive;]

Username: OliveMyLove
Kalon Name: Tariq
Kalon Gender: Demiboy



"Mommy, look! There’s a wizard! At my birthday!" An excited young kit bounced up and down excitedly, as a grey and blue kalon walked into the front yard, his black cloak almost floating with every step he took. The kit’s mother smiled knowingly, and winked at the wizard kalon.
The rest of the party guests turned to look at the mysterious figure.
Without a word, the kalon put a hand into his satchel, revealing a small sack. He deftly untied it, and pulled out a chunk of lead ore. He then drew his wand and muttered something, pointing it at the gray lump. With one turn of his hand, the lump disappeared, and he held a small pile of shimmering gold coins! The kits, rendered speechless, stood silently as the wizard deposited one gold coin each in their paws.
One kit, the birthday girl herself, finally spoke. "How did you do that?"
"Well," the wizard explained, "I’ve learned everything I know from this book. He opened his satchel and grabbed a heavy book. It was a dusty brown, with a gold-embossed title that seemed to shine as much as ever.
"Wow, Mr. Wizard! May we look inside?" All of the kits crowded around him, and any surprise that resulted from the gold coins was long gone.
"You may call me Tariq," the kalon smiled, as he opened the book to the first yellowed page, what appeared to be an introduction.
"Young wizards," he read aloud, "This is just the beginning of your journey. I can guarantee your curiosity will take you far. After all, it is likely how you found this book. Wizardry teaches us that we all have a magic deep inside of us, but it is up to us to channel it. Though this is aided by technology such as wands, ultimately it is shaped by practice. And that is what you will find in this humble book. But most importantly, what wizardry teaches us is that we must use our powers for good. Whatever powers are bestowed upon us have the possibility to be used in two ways. Think about them both, and choose wisely. For your life will be enriched by doing so."
Tariq shut the book, earning him a collective sigh from all the kits that hung onto his every word.
Thankfully, he knew what he was doing. "Who wants to play a game?"
The little kits cheered, and whispered excitedly amongst themselves.
"Alright, everyone! I’m going to set my hat right here. You each get two turns to throw the rings on it, and if they land, you get a point! Whoever wins gets these precious gems." Tariq held out his paws, and three large gemstones glittered in the afternoon sun.
Without even being told, all the kits lined up, and each patiently waited for their turn as the birthday girl went first. The first ring missed by about a foot, but the second one sailed through the air and sunk right over the hat.
As the game progressed, Tariq watched carefully by the sidelines, his eyes tracking each ring as they traveled to the hat. However, only the most observant kalon would notice that he seemed to guide the rings with his eyes. But maybe it was just their imagination.
Before the kits knew it, it was the last round, and the score was tied between the birthday kit and her best friend. The birthday kit went first, and she landed one of the rings!
Then, her friend gave it a shot, and both rings landed perfectly over the hat.
"Good game, Alex," the birthday girl said, truly happy for her friend, but she looked a little disappointed.
Tariq smiled, and handed Alex the prize. "I enjoyed watching everyone play. But now I must go."
"No, Tariq! Please don’t go!" Alex cried.
"I have to," Tariq said sadly, "But I’m sure that you all will continue to have fun without me." And with that, he turned and left for his car, his brown satchel swinging as he walked away.
One by one, the kits went back to playing in the bounce house, until only Alex and the birthday kit were left. "Nadia, I want you to have these." They held out two of the gems that Tariq had given them, only now he was nothing more than a distant, magical memory.
Nadia accepted the gems and the pair hugged, then they went to stash their goodies, skipping away. Tariq watched from his car. Perhaps I did make an impact on them, after all. He smiled, and drove off to his next gig.

[SaltyBirb]

Username : SaltyBirb

Micheal | Male

did you see my bag ? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

bag: a shoulder bag decorated with simple pins "uwu"

phone: a necessity for teens nowadays. "with great power comes great responsibility." it's filled with memes, art and music.

sketchy book: it's hella sketchy, don't trust it. "not today art block, not today." it's filled with endless doodles and of course, art.

pencil case: the case about the pencil criminals, also known as those who never gave back the pencil they borrowed. "my prayers go out to you all." it's filled with pencils and pens and small trinkets.

keys: it's the key to their heart. "no it's my car keys." THE KEY TO THEIR HEART.

earphones: bright yellow earphones, good for listening to music. also, they're the type of person who uses their earphones unplugged so people won't approach them. "i do not." do too.

hair bands: hair bands, good for tying up hair. "i look fabulous today don't i?" no.

hair clips: clip away those bangs, you're covering your eyes. "no, it's a style." ...

comb: gotta keep that mane tamed. "nice one." thanks (∗´꒳`)

wallet: it's filled with money money money~ "aren't i broke?" no comment.

I.D.: it's their identification card. "oh look, it's me." well duh.

edit 13/7/18 : if the winner wants the separate art of the Kal, I'll gladly give it to you! just ask~

[faunsie]

markin'

[redcore]

wip!
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username; twigpelt
name; Alteia
gender; demiboy
sexuality; bisexual
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You sit at a table in a cafe, sipping on your drink. It's a lovely day, and you enjoy the scenery before you catch sight of a familiar kalon rushing by. You wave him down, and he slows as he notices you.
"Alteia! Come sit down!" you offer. Alteia looks reluctant but comes towards you anyway, taking the vacant seat across from you. He places a backpack on the table, which is strange--you've never seen him carry it before. A waiter comes over.
"I really shouldn't," he says, glancing backward. "I''m a little bit in a hurry."
"It's alright, I'll pay." You know you probably shouldn't hold him up, but you haven't spoken to him for a while and you want to catch up.
He orders some peach tea, and sighs, a smile on his muzzle. His face still shows worry, but he's visibly more relaxed.
"I'm not actually on a time limit," he admits. "I guess I can hang out for a bit. Thanks."
The two of you sit there for a while, just enjoying the atmosphere. Alteia's tea arrives, and as he drinks it you speak up.

"What's in your bag?"

He stops drinking and looks at you oddly.
"I've never seen you carry it before," you quickly add, dodging his gaze. But, his expression softens, and a half smile appears on his mouth. He opens it and slides it towards you.

"Take a look."

→ a pack of tissues
A regular Cleanex brand pack of tissues, with a cute floral print on the plastic. He looks a little embarrassed when you take them out. "Allergies," he explains initially, but after a stretch of silence, he admits, "...I also cry kind of easily."

→some keys
There are three different keys on the ring, along with an acrylic cactus keychain and a self-defense alarm.
"Apartment keys," he says. "It's nothing special, really. I don't like walking around at night, so the alarm's there too."

→ a...toy?
When you take this one out, you don't quite understand what it is, but Alteia takes it and squeezes it, and you watch as it dents and slowly rises back up. "It's a stress toy," he notes, seeing your confusion. You take it in your hand and give it a nice squish. It's satisfying. "I have a lot of them, and I switch every so often," he says. "This week it's Galactose, the galaxy ice cream cat."

→ a snack
You lift a bag of chips from the backpack, which its contents, judging by how it feels, have been practically turned to dust. Alteia chuckles sheepishly as he takes the chips. "They've been in there for a little while," he says.

→ a phone
The phone has a light blue case with a cartoon cat on the back. A pair of earbuds are looped around it messily, and you wonder how they aren't tangled yet.

→ some mints
The tin reads "Freeze Your Brain" on the top of it. You pop it open and inside are a pile of light blue mints.
"Try one," Alteia says, pushing the open box closer to you. You take one out tentatively and place it on your tongue, and you exhale sharply as overwhelming cold fills your mouth. He laughs as you spit it out, and then pops two of them in his own mouth with a grin. You wonder how he does it.

→ another snack
You pull out a chocolate granola bar. "Another snack?" you ask. He shrugs, starting to look a little nervous. You figure maybe he just enjoys eating something sweet sometimes, though his face makes you doubt it.

→ a pencil pouch
When you open it, the surface reveals various ballpoint pens, one black fountain pen, and one red brush pen, but you don't see any pencils. You dig a little deeper and finally find some. One's black and mechanical, the other a normal pencil, pink in color, and decorated with shooting stars. You pull out an eraser too. It's shaped like a sheep. The pink pencil seems so out of place, like it doesn't belong to Alteia.

→ hair ties and hair clips
You look up at his relatively long hair. He jumps, startled, and runs a paw through his hair. "Oh, no," he says quickly as he notices you staring, "That--those aren't for me."

→ a notebook
You take out what seems to be the last thing in his bag, and a photo slips out of the bottom. The look on Alteia's face tells you that he regrets giving you the freedom to look around in his bag. You study the photo--it's Alteia and a different, younger kalon who resembles him.
"Is this your diary or something?" you ask.
"It's not my diary," he sighs. He reaches over and opens the notebook and flips to the middle.
You inspect the page. A neat handwriting starts a paragraph--you assume it's Alteia's handwriting.

The valiant hero Azuri aims her sword at the beast. "You'll never defeat me!" she cries, before charging at Grawrg. Grawrg laughs a dragon laugh, charging a fireball in his throat.

Suddenly, as the writing stops, a new, much messier handwriting takes over.

"Die!!!" Azuri yells as Grawrg but then Grawrg breathes fire and knocks Azuri down! "Ohh no!" Azuri screams but then he gets up! "Haha! I'm invincible and i have the power of friendship from my best friend Altey!"

The writing goes on, depicting how Azuri defeats Grawrg with an outstanding backflip. At the bottom of the page is a crudely drawn dragon breathing fire at a grimacing kalon with long hair. Alteia smiles fondly at the drawing.
"My sister Azuri and I wrote this," he says quietly. "She loves writing. She's in the hospital right now--I was off to see her."
Abruptly Alteia gets up, gathering his things.
"It was lovely catching up with you, but I must be off now," he says. You wave goodbye as he leaves with a smile on his face.

[cribunni]

/Al•ek•eye/
Gender: Demiboy (they//them or he//him)
Sexual orientation: Gay

20yrs|Psychology Major|Scorpio|Ravenclaw
Suffers from Anxiety

Aleckai’s bag:



You smile at the quiet boy across from you. He’s sitting with his bag clutched in his lap, knees up and covering it from your vision.
“NO.”
“Aww come on, please Alec?” Aleckai rolls his eyes, grumbling.
“Fine.. you can look.” Aleckai gingerly hands the bag over. You take it quickly before he can change his mind, unzipping it.
Your eyes score the innards of the bag, hands reaching down to pick up all of the items one by one and set them on the table in front of you.
You began naming off all of the items, grinning at the blush spreading across his cheeks.



✭ light blue polaroid •
✭ various pictures •
✭ baggy grey sweater •
✭ headphones •
✭ round glasses •
✭ journal •
✭ obsidian black feather quill •
✭ several broken crystals •
✭ dream catcher •
✭ tamagotchi •
✭ empty coffee cup •

“Aww Alec! A tamagotchi! And is this a diary-”
He rips the journal from your hand, vigorously grabbing the bag and swiping all of his belongings back inside.
“It is NOT a diary!!”
You snicker at that, enjoying the bright red blush covering his cheeks.
“Whatever you say, Alec.”

[MotherMother]

Username: MotherMother
Name: Jackson
Gender: demiboy
Prompt:
"What's in my bag? Oh, nothing interesting. Here, take a look. I've got some old donut receipts, a gift card for Starbucks, some trash, heh heh. Oh, and The Lord of the Flies, my favourite book! Ever read it? Anyway, I keep it for long waits at the bus stop. It's something adventurous compared to my pizza making job. Ah, yes, and you found my lip gloss. Well, now you know my secret. I can't twirl pizza dough without sparkly makeup can I? Ha ha, anyway, that's all I got, see? ...Errr, what extra pocket? Oh, don't look in there!"
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"-Grumble grumble- okay, fine. I see you're confused. Now put that thing down, before you hurt somebody. The safety's on, I guess. There. -Inhales- Yes, I have a gun. But nothing to be alarmed about. Here, come with me, I'll explain. But give me your word you won't tell a soul.

"I guess I have no choice but to explain, do I. Okay, well you found the secret pocket in my bag. Might as well see the other things in there too. See this? It's a pen. Now click it. There. It's recording our conversation now, with a live feed to... to... errr, it's classified. But yeah, this thing is just like what you see in the movies. Kind of cliche, isn't it? But it does the job. Helped me cuff one of the biggest targets in town, actually. It's hard to get proof. This bad boy does it pretty well though.

"So you understand now, yes? I'm an agent. A spy, I suppose, but that doesn't sound as mysterious. And I like mystery. What about you? Do you like mystery? Maybe mystery novels?

"...Okay, okay. I won't change the subject. You're pretty attentative, aren't you? Pretty clever? Hum. Maybe the agency could use someone so observational like you, eh? That pocket's suppose to be invisible, it's pretty amazing that you found it.

"Okay, okay! I'll stop directing the heat off me. But honestly, consider joining the force. Maybe these little items will intrigue you enough to get you hooked, hmm?

"So pull out the next thing. See that? It's just some reading glasses, right? Aha, you already know they're not. They're night vision glasses. Quite amazing, actually. They're very discreet and completely different from those big ol' clunky goggles. And see these sunglasses? Thermal vision. That's right, so I can see anyone hiding behind, say, a building or a tree. Hell, if they're fresh enough, I can see foot prints! Works better from a bird's eye view.

"Oh, don't be grossed out, that's not real used chewing gum. It's a pretty good fake though, isn't it? Just pop it in your mouth and pretend to chew, then stick it wherever you want like a bored misfit. It has a GPS tracker in it. Brilliant, is it not? Nobody has the right tools to scrape off nasty gum from underneath their truck, if they even notice it at all. It's probably my favourite. And want to know the funniest thing? It's mint flavoured!

"Hmm? What police force do I work for? Oh, no no no no no... You didn't think I was on the cops' side, did you? Don't be silly. Oh, but I said something about cuffing a kal? Ah yes, you are very attentive. Well I did say that. And see? Check out this next item. Handcuffs. They're pretty darn effective, and it's not always the bad guys who get caught in them. See? Better and easier than rope. And if anyone asks me about them? Well, I say I'm an undercover cop. It works everytime, and they're too scared to expose me. Then I can go even crazier and they won't question a thing, because I'm a 'cop', see? It all works out, ha ha!

"So why do I need all this stuff in my bag? Well, my job is very special. I'm a hunter. A tracker. I... observe things. Like a... surveillance camera. I'm just making sure all dues are paid and transactions go smoothly, if you see what I'm saying. If someone's scammed Boss, I err... take care of it. But look, man. I'm not a killer. I've never spilt blood, eh? More of a dog with all bark and no bite. I don't want to hurt no body. I just make the message clear. And so far, I have a 100% success rate. I have a small chat with the target. They get the money in 3 days, and we move on happily ever after. That money belongs to Boss, and I take transactions very seriously. I'm just protecting the big man from getting scammed. And I take scamming very seriously. So see, I'm kind of the good guy. Just making sure everything goes right. Everyone's happy.

"So now you know what's in my bag. I highly suggest keeping it a secret, hmm? I think that would be better for the both of us, if you get what I mean. But see, I'm not stupid. I don't go around spewing secrets to everyone I meet. But you, I've had an eye on you. That's why I told you all this. You're different. You fit this job. You're very observational, and guess what, so am I. I've been watching you. You'd do well on the force. There's never a boring day! It pays well, too.

"...Yes? Fantastic! Here, come with me. I'll get you your own bag."

Extra:
"I suppose I never properly introduced myself. I'm Jackson, but you can call me Jack. You want to know more about the agency? No problem.

"Boss runs an underground company buying and selling gems and precious stones. It all started with his obsession for anything sparkly, and I can't say I'm not much different myself! But why did he start selling under the table? Ah, it's quite simple. Taxes. Yeah, really. See, the profit from buying and selling those things really plummets when a huge tax is slapped onto them. Anyway, Boss started selling, erm... independently.

"When word caught around that Boss was buying away from prying eyes, clients were drawn in ready to sell their goods. But their goods didn't have receipts, you know? ...Stolen. They were stolen. Who knows from where, but that's none of my business. My job is to make sure any of these little souvenirs are payed for properly. You can't even imagine the sneaky tricks some clients will try to save a couple thousand. Some even use fake their own death!

"Anyway, we need some more recruits for this new big project Boss is scheming up. He wants to invent a new gem. Yes, really. He wants to call is The Masterpiece. It's a pleasant name I suppose, but I much prefer The Jack. Eh? Eh? Well I guess I'm already a gem aren't I? Ha!

"We have the technology to recreate the millions of years that go into the birth of a precious stone. It's top secret, and no one must know it. But when we do create it, it will be the most dazzling stone you've ever seen. And I might just put it right in my secret pocket in my bag. But don't tell Boss."

[Peppermint Mist]

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[gasp]

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The wind sighed through the trees and stirred the kits and younger kalons awake as Varian lifted his head in
appreciation of the fresh breeze in spite of the harsh, dry winter that was arriving. One of his closest friends,
whom he'd always considered as more of a brother to him, Myles, stood next to him on the top of the rock in
which he stood, more annoyed by the breeze rather than appreciative. Myles spoke up, disturbing the silence.
"You ready? Volunteers are handing out bags at the entrance." Varian nodded in response. "I'll be there in a
moment." He replied. He stayed up there for a couple more minutes before heading towards the entrance.

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The weighty backpack that was placed on Varian's back just before he left for battle was filled with all the essentials that a traveling kalon would need before setting out on their journey. Making a stop just outside the camp's entrance, Varian took off his backpack and placed it on the icy ground beside him with the intent to ensure that he had all that he needed in his bag before he took off for the mountains with the rest of his team. "You coming?" one of the younger kalons asked with confusion as to why Varian's just removed his bag. Varian simply nodded and signaled for him to carry on along with the others; he'd catch up. He's been doing this long enough to know the route-- he knows it like his own mother's voice.

The first thing that Varian pulled out of the bag before anything else was a first aid kit. Within the kit were different bandages and gauze dressings that came in a variety of shapes and sizes, along with eye wash and eye dressings, scissors, cleansing wipes, tape, and different types of topical antiseptic cream. Additionally, there was a bit of painkillers and cough medicine; these were often used the most during the winter since the journeys were cold and harsh on the travelers. There was also a separate bottle of distilled water in a compartment next to the kit for the purpose of cleaning wounds, clearly labeled so it wouldn't be mistaken as drinking water. Personally, Varian always made sure to carry the equipment necessary for giving stitches as some wounds are too serious to be covered with a gauze or bandage.

Besides the first aid kit, the bag contained basic clothing essentials for when they got to the chilly parts of the mountain such as a hat, thick socks, scarf, and gloves; the boots took up too much space so he decided to wear them instead. There were a few unopened packs of thermal paddings in there as well. They weren't often used, but they were packaged up just in case.

Of course, the most important thing for the kalons to keep up with was sleep and nutrition. Fully equipped with a sleeping bag, several energy bars and cans of beans, corn, and peas, Varian's water canteen lay beside him on the ground. He and most other kalons kept the canteen on the side pocket of the backpack rather than inside of it for easy access as they walked.

Navigational equipment was just as important as anything of the other equipment so as to ensure that the kalons wouldn't get lost. The more experiences travelers often lead the way, but sometimes even they can get confused with the landscape of the mountains or may not remember the exact route. Additionally if any kalons get split up, they may not have the knowledge necessary to navigate themselves. For this reason, all travelers were required to carry a flashlight, compass, binoculars and a map of the area they were traveling around. The map isn't always helpful if they aren't aware of where they are, so kalons are advised to use the binoculars to look for landmarks that are marked on the map and to use the compass to know which direction they are headed. A new traveler must always travel alongside a more-experienced traveler and they must never leave each other's side, but things happen sometimes.

Lastly, there was a waterproof poncho in case of rain so their clothes wouldn't be soaked, as well as a small kit for brushing their teeth. Oral hygiene is of utmost importance, after all. Within the kit was a small pack of dental floss, a small tube of toothpaste good for a few squeezes, and a mini travel toothbrush. The toothpaste was pretty garbage though, so personally, Varian liked to slip a small box of mints in there.

While all of this equipment is absolutely necessary, it weighs down the bag quite a bit. The tribe's travelers were trained to increase their stamina and strength, but the weighty bags certainly didn't do much to ease their travels.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a deeper voice calling out to him. "Varian! Now!" shouted the tribe's leader, Adrian. Varian quickly packed his things back up before heaving the backpack onto his back, heading off in the direction of Adrian's booming voice.
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[art for the winner]

[chunkypeanutbutter]

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pins - lotion - buttons
phone - wallet - bracelets
mascara - water - notebook
pictures - record - pocket knife

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username : chunkypeanutbutter
name : dannyaaa-gender : male

"Oh, you want to look in my
bag...? ..Um, I guess so..."

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[0h-Six]

Extra (300/300)
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Skylar | Demiboy (He/Him They/Them) | Mood: Unsure | Status: Clean

Note: Today marks my 3,600th audio log; almost ten years’ worth of ‘em. Operation
Regrowth is going to be more difficult than expected. We’ve had reports of increased
military activity in the East and it breaks my heart to say terrariums 7, 12, and 15 are out
of commission. As for my own… Alexandra… I don’t know what to do. She had a break and
because of last week’s incident we had no spare masks. I’m trying to be hopeful but with
each passing day I feel the outcome may be bleaker than the sky. We’ve gone off course,
taking a path northwest. The responsibility of the Lunaris lands on me and if I fail…
I can’t let that happen.

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It has been 15 years since the sky turned sick; everyone expected the end to be at the hands of natural disasters or a
fabled super volcano but it came from their own. The air is suffocating and toxic; anyone who dares breathe it meets an excruciating end and to those who survive… they are forever changed. Officials have created domed capitals where plants grow and life dwells but only for those who can afford it and those who are willing to give up anything.

Rumor has it that there are seed bunkers scattered throughout the land where doomsday preppers took it upon themselves to salvage seeds and starters of almost every breed of plant imaginable in hopes of starting anew. One nas been found in an undisclosed location and from it sprouted the first Gardeners, groups of kalons risking their lives to plant starters that scientists engineer and to this day, they say the key to salvation is the Lunaris flower, capable of surviving and purifying the air.
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【What does it take to survive? 667/1000

Backpack- Some prefer to travel light others like to be prepared, it's all a matter of where you go and what or who you expect to encounter. Skylar's team is meant for long cross-country outings so a decently-sized camoflauge backpack with multiple pouches is their preference.

Gas Mask- Everyone tries to make their masks unique as to easily identify each other. Skylar’s is a full face, military grade single filter mask with a custom hood as to protect their fur from the air; he keeps a second spare in case of emergencies or a crack. A few on his team prefer full visibility and have the clear screen style while he likes the coverage and goes full black with two eye sockets. The lenses and screens on all off the masks have a yellowish tinge from months of exposure to the outside.

Spare suits- As much as Skylar misses the breeze ruffle his fur, a full suit of protective clothing must be worn at all times. Tightly woven mesh suits similar to Kevlar in texture have been developed at the bunker and given out to away teams.

Closed terrariums – Each kalon has a unique terrarium with species of plants native to each groups designated area. Scientists can monitor the vitals of the conditions inside the terrarium and should any of them corrupt, only the worst can be imagined for whoever it was assigned to. Each terrarium tests the modifications the researchers have made to the plants and so far, none have survived for long.

Map & compass- As the sun is no longer a reliable source of direction, Skylar keeps a laminated map of the area and a compass to guide their way. Once the lamination yellows too much the next team member uses their map and the previous map is thoroughly disposed of.

Recorder- Paper never lasts long so Skylar has taken up the habit of creating audio logs mostly for himself but if anything were to happen, there would be something to remember him by out there. It took five years to find a functioning recorder with extra memory and since then Skylar has made one log every day.

Lapis Lazuli & Aquamarine – Aside from his fur, Skylar keeps these stones in order to remember the color blue. How blue the sky was, how rich the ocean used to be. Some videos can be salvaged but no one likes to watch those as it makes them homesick.

Rations- The rations provided come in liquid form. Each mask has a modified opening to put a straw and drink their meals. For the most part they are tasteless but provide all of the nutrition needed for the day. With water it is the same thing.

Silver Dollar- At the bottom of their bag amongst a few pieces of trash is Skylar’s lucky silver dollar. If he’s bored he can do a few flip tricks but for the most part it is a good luck charm. His younger sister gave it to him before his family moved to a Dome.

Medkit- Medical kits are small and mostly consist of antibiotics, painkillers, duct tape, and adhesives. Should a suit be compromised by a wound, your best bet is to patch the tear up as tightly as you can and treat the wound from inside of your own shirt as to minimize exposure to the air.

Lunaris- The Lunaris flower has been entrusted to Skylar since its original courier failed to return from their mission. It’s a large, milk white flower with petals so thin they could be made of silk. It emits an ethereal glow and if research is correct, this flower can withstand any air quality and purify it with a power stronger than the Domes. Skylar singlehandedly holds the fate of the world in a fiberglass case and nothing will stop him from getting that flower planted.