[hayzel]

Day 01 -- The rat -- [ 448/150 ]

creative, amiable, oportunist

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luciel stared out of the large palace window, gazing longingly at the moonlit ocean. the way the royal blue waves lapped
calmly at tiny pieces of sand. he reached up, undoing the latch on the window. the palace was built right next to the bea
ch, so as he pushed open the window, the smell of the salty water filled his nostrils. he looked back into his room, over a
t the door. it was shut tight, just like he had wanted. over the past few weeks, he'd been collecting materials. wood, rop
e and some strong looking fabric. the prince planned on building a boat- a bad boat, but a boat nonetheless, to escape th
e palace which kept him locked inside. his life wasn't exactly bad, but he felt trapped and restricted being the prince. he
rarely made choices for himself and his life had been planned out since he was born. he cared deeply for his parents and
the people in the kingdom, but he knew he'd never be happy as long as he stayed. luciel grabbed the materials he'd been
gathering and lumbered quickly and clumsily to the window. thankfully his room was on the ground floor of the palace so
he didn't need to worry about falling and injuring himself. he hoped out quickly, using his elbow to push the window to a
close. he rarely went outside, but when he did he savoured each and every moment. he felt the salty breeze comb his ha
ir. he ran as fast as he could towards the beach, almost tripping up a few times. he let go of the materials, letting them s
pill over the sand. using some of the rope, he tied the much bigger logs together to create a base. he bound the rope tigh
tly, keeping the logs huddled together like a group of cold penguins. he tied together three of thethe remaining logs into
an odd looking cylinder shape to use as a mast. on the top third of the mast, he put the two last logs horizontally across
the top of that third and onto the bottom, wrapping the material around those two logs to use as a sail. he stood the mast
up, standing it up at the centre of the base. it was shabby looking, but may work. the weather would probably destroy it,
but at least he could say he tried. he had a backpack full of food and two leather bottles for clean water. he pushed the
poor excuse for a boat into the ocean, jumping onto the base. the wind caught onto the sail and began to drag the fragile
little thing along.

[Checkinder]

Prompt One
The Clever Rat

The usual sound of drips and bubbles that whispered from Tethys' fish room was non-existent.
Wind howled outside and snow pelted down so hard it stung one's face at the "lightest" of touches. Voices from the radio warned that power would be out for the next few hours, perhaps even days, until the storm passed. Luckily, Tethys had a fireplace in her home so heat was the least of her concerns.
The young woman paced in the doorway, anxiously shining a flashlight on all the fish tanks to take note of any casualties. Everyone seemed fine for the time being, but the temperature in their tanks would surely begin dropping soon. There would be too many to move them all closer to the fire and the internet was cut so there was no way she'd be able to ask her fishkeeping friends for help.
Tethys began moving about her home, digging for anything that'd ease her worries or keep the tanks at a somewhat reasonable temperature. Towels could possibly work, but only barely. Then she her foot bumped into a soft white object. Styrofoam, often used to keep cold in cheap coolers, so why not keep heat in fish tanks? Grabbing a pair of scissors, she set to work cutting and taping it to the sides of the tanks. Once her task was completed, she knew she could only wait. Tethys settled in near the fire for a nice nap, hoping to ride out the storm.
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The sound of running water started her awake and Tethys dashed into the room to check on the fish. Everyone was swimming around, albeit a tad sluggish from the slight temperature drop but minimal casualties. Her quick thinking had managed to save a large majority of the fish, only losing the youngest fries from the stress of the ordeal.

[allinian]

tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem ;;

kinzoku's eyes flew open. ––well, almost. they slowly flew open because if he had done so any faster they may have very well popped out. the air around him was unbelievably thick and dry. it left his eyes and hands clammy, as it was uncomfortably dense but at the same time freezing cold––the weather was always like this during the winter season.

with the window slightly ajar, kinzoku felt the small breeze from his window that was just enough to give him goosebumps. shivering, he noticed he had unintentionally kicked and catapulted every last object off of his bed. hastily, kinzoku bounded up from the mattress and grabbed the nearest sweater to keep him warm. when he slowly slipped it on, all he heard was the crackling of static that made him cringe. i must do something about this awful weather! kinzoku concluded.

and so he did.

first, kinzoku went into his bathroom and turned on the faucet so it would drip single drops of water at a slow pace. next, he dragged himself down the stairs to grab his electric fan and heater, slowly hobbling up the stairs with them again. once kinzoku was in his room, he plugged the fan in and placed it on the nearby counter. this allowed the fan to blow the water into smaller drops and rotate at an angle that was facing towards the door. lastly, he placed the heater underneath the window in order to cancel out the unwelcome cool breeze, finally finishing what he set out to do. satisfied, kinzoku walked over to the shelf and plucked out one of his favorite books, bringing it to his desk and plopping himself down to read it. next to his pile of papers, a magazine read: how to create a homemade humidifier.

[fuiuki]

Prompt 1: A creative solution
Featuring: Carmel, set in her younger years.


Carmel had a problem. A BIG problem. It would normally not be a big problem, just an embarrassing one, but today was special.

Today was the day when the school took yearbook pictures. And Carmel was out of hair gel.

How could she possibly have forgotten about something as important as getting more hair gel?! And TODAY of all days, she would run out! Carmel’s reputation was at stake here, if she showed up in the yearbook without her signature hair, she was finished! She would never be able to show her face at school again, nobody would respect her, it would be a DISASTER!

What to do, what to do? Carmel paced back and forth for probably an hour in her room, not caring in the slightest that she was late for school already. The photo shoot was at 13:00, and it was only 11:15 right now anyway, plenty of time to figure out a solution. She wouldn’t have time to go buy more hair gel, the store where she bought her products was half an hour away by car, and she’d have to walk. She wouldn’t make it in time to the photo shoot if she went to get more gel, and the shoot was THE most important part of the school year. She also couldn’t borrow any of her mother’s or sister’s hair products, as they weren’t the right type of stuff to successfully tame her unruly mane of a hair. She’d have to figure out a substitute somehow. And fast.

As she was pacing in the kitchen, she looked at the food left out on the counter, and suddenly it hit her. It would be… unpleasant, but today WAS an important day, and she could just go home after and wash it out, so… it’d have to do. She grabbed the jar that had caught her eye, and set off to school.

As she arrived, 30 minutes before the photo shoot, she was met by her group of fellow delinquents. She knew she looked ridiculous with her unstyled poofy hair, and she got a fair amount of teasing for it, but it was alright. She had her emergency plan, and it was time to put it into effect. She headed for the bathrooms.

As the time to take her photo came around, she confidently strutted in with her usual hair style in place. Her friends (“friends") were all understandably surprised. How’d she fix her hair without her usual gel? They all knew about the poofiness of it without super strong gel, but here she was, looking like normal. As she finished up her photos, she surprised them once again by rushing out of the room and setting off for home without even saying bye. As she passed them by, they could all feel a sweet scent washing off of her.
Was that… honey?

[FluffyBirdie]

Dᴀʏ 01: Tʜᴇ Rᴀᴛ
Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.
[ FluffyBirdie |Kalon: Seraphim | 266 words ]

Well. He seemed to have a problem in his hands.

Nothing he thought of was working, and it was serious enough to say that it affected how his life would be from now on. Would a bouquet of flowers be too much? Too less? Would a trinket from an exotic country charm her? No, that was quite desperate, wasn’t it? And well it wasn’t like they were courting – he had simply asked her to meet him to discuss trade possibilities. Two traders, meeting for an honest-to-goodness chat about ways to increase profit. Nevertheless, it felt lacking and rude not to bring something, especially since he was well known to charm.

Dang his reputation. He shouldn’t have flirted so much.

And now if he brought nothing his public image would drop, and as a trader, that was the worst possible thing to happen, besides investments failing and those irritating ocean storms. He glanced around his office, looking for something to catch his eye. A crystal flower? Desperate. A nut from a species of tree found only in—why was he even considering that? It was a nut. He would be the nut if he gave that to her. The bell tolled for seven, and really panicking now, he grabbed the nearest silver chain. A necklace was always a safe route, not extremely desperate nor extremely cheap. The links were larger than normal, but that must be part of the design. He stuffed it into his bag and jumped out, horrified about the prospect of being late.

Pity he forgot that he had no necklaces in his office.

[yeena]

Day 01: The Rat
Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.
[Hubert // WC: 558]

Hubert stared blankly forward, lips twitching down in a subtle frown at the sight before him. Usually, he would be more than overjoyed to see what he was looking at. At this point in time, however, he was a little less than distraught. In front of him were his young sprouts, quickly turning into large and thick stalks. He had some minor plants such as thyme and mint; but he also decided to take on growing tulips, bamboo and some other common flowers. The only issue with having so many plants is that he didn't have any free pots to accommodate them with the rate they were growing by. Hubert didn't have his own car to drive with, and his friend was busy today so there was no possible chance of going out. In fact, it might be awhile before he was going out again.
With a little sigh, he put down the folders that he had been carrying to walk over to his precious leafy greens. Each of the sprouts were in a small starter pot; pots already too small for their current sizes. Hubert raised a hand to his head, scratching subconsciously at his scalp while he tried to think of something to do. He couldn't just leave them in their tiny pots for the rest of the week; he'd feel bad for doing that to his plants. Too bad, honestly. With a little grunt, he glanced around the room and started to search his mind for other items to use as pots. He could use some pots and pans, but he would need those items again in the future for cooking meals. Hubert was on the hunt for a future pot that would be long lasting and not temporary.
Hubert paced out of the sun room, eyes raking the area around him looking for absolutely anything that could be used. It didn't occur to him to go check his actual storage room in his house until he was passing by that door. The storage room was where he put most, if not all, of his junk and the items that he didn't use anymore. This could range from clothes to old toys. Opening the door with ease, Hubert flicked on the light and looked around the room. There were boxes upon boxes; all of which were pretty useless to him.
There was a box with some light bulbs in it, however, and he figured that he could tie the light bulbs up to the window's sill and let his smaller scaled plants stand out in a hanging display. Some more scavenging and he came back with some mason jars and one singular rubber boot. Who knows where the match to the boot was; it was too small for his foot at this point, but it would make an outstanding pot for his bamboo, at the least. Exceptionally pleased with the results of some minor scouring of his storage room and he was turning the light off and shutting the door, leaving the room to it's rightly peaceful state. Prodding across the hall with everything held in his arms, he stepped back into his original sun room with a slight smile plastered across his face. It was time to move all of his plants over from their starter pots, to the larger and more 'decorative' pots.

[Peachpie1164]

Day 1: Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.

Urte Jiyoon Mulligan and Filbert Wooyoung Mulligan

The burn was unsightly. Nobody said so but Urte could tell they were thinking it. She didn't care too much, she would just keep her eye covered by hair which worked until the wind blew. She regretted ever attempting to teach herself metalworking all it had gotten her was a wonky crown and disgusting scar.
"You've been in quite the rut haven't you Urtie?" Filbert asked as her plopped down on her bed.
"Call me Jiyoon" She muttered in response.
"Whatever Urtie anyway how long as you gonna cry over that burn?" He held his head in his palm looking up at her. Urte had always thought Filbert to be a rather annoying brother.
"You should try making something, whenever you make things you seem to be happier." He smiled.
Urte paused, she was slightly afraid at the thought of making something again, she'd hurt herself so badly and what if it happened again?
"You can even borrow my cozy oven mits, decorative things do always work best~" Filbert magically pulled his giant pink oven mits out of thin air and waved them in her face.
"But what would I make?" She mumbled.
"I dunno make a toy unicorn for all I care" He sighed throwing the gloves at her as he pranced away.
Urte stared at the gloves, they probably wouldn't be better than the leather ones she had. She couldn't help but think of his concept that decorative things apparently function better. The only time she could see that being of use would be when they were covering up something hideous.
Suddenly Urte gasped an idea forming in her mind. She threw the gloves aside and ran to her work station. She worked late into the night hammering and moulding the pieces of metal she had. This time she wore all the proper protective equipment and when she was done she held the answer to her problems. Urte had crafted a detailed and rather beautiful eye-patch, one large enough to cover her scar and serve as a statement piece. She could even make other metal jewellery to match it and make it look less out of place. Urte couldn't help but smile at the success and reminded herself to thank her brother later.

[Discter]

Day 1

Maro cursed at his own stupidity, staring at the map in his paws. Darnit! He shouldn't have accepted this request! Now, he would be late to deliver an important scroll, and when he arrived, off with his head! How am I going to get out of this predicament? Maro thought, looking at the churning river beside him, white frost flying in the air. He could barely hear his own thoughts over the roaring rage of the river, and went back to the map.

He could only get to the palace in four days, and they wanted him there in two! What was he to do?

Racking his brain for answers, he came up short and let loose a frustrated groan. Okay, jogging would not get him there in time,
and avoiding sleep to walk instead would not work either. Maro twisted back to look at the swift river next to him. Maybe...? No.
That was a stupid idea. There was no way he could swim down it without drowning.

But a boat or a canoe might be able to go down it without breaking.

Looking at his surroundings, Maro spotted a few trees a couple hundreds away with massive leaves, and long grass at the bass of them.

Picking up the pace, Maro plotted his modus operandi.

Could he pull this off? Probably. Would he be soaking wet at the end of it if he wrapped the scroll up in all his valuables? Definitely.

As Maro climbed the palm tree to pull of it's leaves, he spotted the sun in the middle of the sky. He would be able to have the canoe ready by sunset.

[NaCl]

Day 1: The Rat
Lominiea "Lumi" and Alice (briefly mentioned)

Lumi paced down the streets of the newly released kingdom with the full intent to explore the outside world she never had the pleasure do seeing. Though she realized she had a problem.

The nearest kingdom was quite far away, how would she get there? And where was it!?

She pondered for a moment, pacing next to a river. "A river..?" She thought out loud. "A river!" She repeated louder, she dashed down stream until she reached a boat house that had clearly been abandoned for a long time. Lumi stepped inside, dust covering her nose as she opened the door, she shook it off and continued inside. Inaide the boathouse there were many, many boats that had clearly seen better days. She walked up to one of the boats and pulled it down to inspect it, a simple canoe with some holes in it and that was an easy fix. She put the boat down and dashed around the building looking for anything to fix it.

There wasn't anything useful.

Lumi cursed to herself before stepping outside, spitting a pile of wood. She grinned as she grabbed as much as she could carry and brought it inside, putting it down next to the canoe. She picked up some of the pieces and put them over top of the holes. Lumi grabbed some nails and a hammer and got to work.

Now as a noble do you think you would be able to repair a boat? Yeah didn't think so.

Lumi managed to cover all the holes and push the boat into the water. It was floating and no water was getting in, good first sign, she grabbed a paddle and stepped into the boat, it wobbled a lot and she almost fell out. Lumi say down and began to paddle away from the boat house and out into the river, she knew the kingdom was down the river so it should be smooth sailing from here, right?

Right...? Wrong!

Lumi hit a rock, pulling loose one of the boards she used to fix one of the holes. While panicking Lumi paddled towards the side and jumped out just as she canoe hit another rock and broke completely, she sighed and looked towards where she wanted to go. "The kingdom!" She gasped and began to run, well trot, towards the gates. She was let into the kingdom safely and was greated by someone who seemed to havw just been laughing by the grin on her face. "I wstched you go down the river in that terribly repaired boat, it was hilarious! I'm Alice by the way" she greeted. "Lominiea" Lumi said with a smile.

Great she already had quite the reputation.



edits were made to fix grammar/spelling

[skywishes01]

i. Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.
[ ft. song ]

This was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Here she was, a student at the top guild in the kingdom, writing an essay about- herself. She had not studied her whole life and given up her family and travelled far away from home for this. She frowned at the mostly empty piece of parchment in front of her, as if glaring would make it give up its secrets; but, to no surprise, her mind - and her page - remained unhelpfully blank.

She'd written down the basics, of course: I am Song Lin. I am seventeen summers. I come from a small village in Shailen. The professor must have thought it an easy task, a simple reflection on oneself- but she did not want to reflect. She did not want to look back. She wanted to move forward. A crack burst through the silence of her small room as another quill snapped in frustration, that was the fifth one tonight - but she was past caring. Her hands were already covered in ink.

She moved like clockwork, putting the now-useless tool aside, reaching for the jar where she kept spares- but her hands came up empty. She had no more quills left.

She squeezed her eyes shut, taking deep breaths, in, out, in, out. She was done, she was finished, she was over this. It was a complete waste of her time. Yet- she still had to finish her work. She was living in a dog-eat-dog world, here at the guild, and any weakness, any mistake - no matter how silly, the other students would pounce.

And if there was anything Song hated, it was being seen as weak.

Anger cooled into determination in her veins, and she picked up the half-finished essay. An idea came to her- a small smile appeared on her lips. She knew exactly what she had to do.

It was a familiar routine to her. Tear the paper, make it a square. Neatly, carefully now; sharp, clean folds, no wrinkles, no hesitation. Gentle. Gentle. You'll tear it if you rush. Just relax, Song: life is not a race. Yes, you are a fast runner- but remember the hare and the tortoise? Speed is not always what wins.

Her mother's voice echoed in her head as she placed the paper back in front of her. It was finished, now. She could feel it. She had been asked to describe herself, after all; and the paper crane sitting on her table was more her spirit than words could ever be. It was the many hours she'd sat with her mother, teaching her clumsy fingers to work; it was her dedication, her commitment to be the best that she could be- not a fold out of place; but most of all, it was the memory of her mother's smile at the first crane she'd ever folded. It was messy, its neck was torn, and the paper was crumpled; but her mother smiled as if she'd folded a thousand perfect ones. That's my girl. Never give up, okay?

I won't, ma. she thought. I won't.