[capone.]

karma - day one

It was a regular nine to five shift for Karma. Eight hours of re-alphabatation, answering the same questions over and over again, and reading The Princess Bride for the umpteenth time, but it was her life and she loved it. She settled into her office chair, back legs tucked under her, and her lavender tail hanging off the side of the armrest gently grazing the wooden finish. Karma was about to begin her reading when a loud shriek shattered the quiet, peaceful ambiance Karma had tried so hard to build up with her essential oil diffuser and classical spotify playlist. Nevertheless, she sprung into action, leaping out of her chair and dashing to the back of the Library where the source of the scream was. She was expecting to see a fallen senior, or perhaps a lost child, but instead she was met with a terrified middle aged woman crouched on a stepstool pointing a shaky paw at a cockroach scurrying under an old shelf. “Ma’am, I am so sorr-”
“Ridiculous! I have been coming to this establishment for years and this entire time these, these germ ridden creatures have been walking all over the very books I’ve been touching!”
She stormed out, dropping the trashy vampire romance novels she had been clutching. What a nut. It’s just a bug, Karma thought as she gathered the “so-called” literature. As she reached down to retrieve the final book she made a rather unpleasant discovery. Glancing under a low-rising table she was met with an army of cockroaches. “Oh Hell.”
Not a moment later her phone began to vibrate. Without breaking eye contact with the army of arthropods, she discussed her plan with her girlfriend, who, as it turns out, just said to kill them.

Karma hangs up the phone and sighs. Killing the roaches is out of the question. Remi doesn’t understand. They are alive too, they have families too! There has to be another wa-, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when she spotted a little chestnut coloured blob making its way into her marshmallow bag. “Hey! Get out of there!” She yelled, scampering back to her desk to rescue her snacks, gaining the attention of the rest of the library as she did so. She arrived to see the cockroach frozen on her desk, clutching a piece of white marshmallow. A light bulb suddenly went off in her brain, “That’s it!” she blurted out, scooping the little guy up in her paws, “You are the key, little sir!” she laughed as she confidently kicked the door open rattling the entrance bell as she released the insect into the streets. Karma wasted no time getting to work. She grabbed her bag of marshmallows as well as an assortment of other sugary foods from her snack drawer and began to tear them up and fashion them into a little line leading all the way out the front exit of the building, much to the confusion of her customers. After about ten minutes of heavy preparation, Karma stood up, admiring her handiwork and retreated to her chair, popped a lemonhead into her mouth and waited.

[lonk]

prompt 1: "tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem."
palmer & bea - 473 words

avoiding punishment was pelb's best quality. he could wiggle his way out of anything- or at least, he made it seem like it. bea never knew how he managed to do it. back in their old home, he'd constantly find ways to distract from awful situations, or pinpoint blame on others, but on earth? she didn't think he'd be as good at it.
he could fix situations, but he couldn't fix even bigger problems. the royal inventor of cathoria, scrimine, had a mind like no other- able to figure out how to hop around from dimension to dimension, planet to planet- she was smarter than she looked. her signature devices, the cathoricallias, weren't something that anyone else knew how to make.
so bea sat through the night and tried to figure out how to fix hers. palmer, as pelb insisted on being called to "fit the earth's aesthetic", would often come and let her look at his- but nothing ever clicked. they couldn't tear his completely apart, or else they'd both end up without any sort of reference as to how the cathoricallias were made.
"i don't want to hurt your fragile feelings, bea," palmer said one night, holding his head in his hands, "but i don't think any of your attempts are going to be working anytime soon."
she scowled. "i'm no less stable than you. and besides, we're both bright. just give me time, and i'll be able to fix it- and then everything will be fine." palmer shook his head at her words, and turned away.
"your mind is jumbled. it's futile, my man. sometimes, you just have to accept that you're going to fail."
"i don't run away from things. i'm not a coward, palmer."
he really didn't like that comment. his usual smirk faltered, and his brows furrowed. "at this point, you'd be better off just ripping that damn thing apart! you're not getting anywhere. i'm going home."
bea's eyes lit up. "keep insulting me." he gave her a weird look, but then continued to ramble about his disapproval to the pink haired girl. she then looked at palmer, smiled, and ripped the small machine of hers in half.
"oh my god, what the f-"
she closed her eyes. "your ridicule gave me an idea. the insides were probably messed up somehow, and it would be better just to pry it open and start from scratch! you're honestly a huge jerk, but it ended up helping regardless."
palmer leaned back against the wall. "that's just the way it is, baby. it was intentional," he said with a wink. no, it really wasn't. but turning a negative into a positive was something unfamiliar to both the kalons, so it'd be better, bea thought, to keep it positive.
and when the sun came up, they had two working devices.

[mikey]

Day one - Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.
castiel & ren - 177 words

The issue was that Castiel had used up all of her bandages on a previous patient, and due to their current living circumstances she was unable to acquire anymore for an unknown period of time. So when Astra's son, Ren turned up scratched to no end and with a broken left hind paw she was pretty much screwed. If Cas didn't treat his wounds well enough Astra would surely have her head, being the rather overprotective mother she was. Groaning she searched her storeroom, looking for anything that could help hold a stick in place to help heal the break. Whilst looking around, her paws brushed against something, it clung to her paws and she tried to scrape it off Cobwebs. Of course ! She collected as much as she could and got to work, along with some dead vines and leaves she managed to get the stick against Ren's leg and get it held in place.

Now all she had to do was treat the rest of those wounds and she was done, thank gosh for spiders.

[Midnightkitkat]

Prompt One

The traveling carnival Beppi is a part of tends to stop at children hospitals whenever they can!
When he runs out of balloons the medical gloves became the next best thing<3

[mackstarr]

Prompt #1
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Holmes -- 650 words

Holmes was very aware of the clock ticking on the wall over his head. He knew that the last time he'd checked it had read 1:47am, and who knows how long ago that was. His blue tail swished across the ground behind him, half in irritation and half in thought. His hard work lay before him, its shiny paneling utterly useless without the info he would need to make it take him to the stars and back. He had tried what seemed to be every combination known to kalon-kind, but he could not make that lightspeed indicator turn green. He had tirelessly searched until last year to find the wormhole that would grant him access to the universe, but now he needed the correct type of fuel for his discovery to even matter. He wanted to badly to open the door to the universe and see what secrets and wonders that it held, but he was working under secrecy and could not seek the help of sources outside his own funding.

He sat for a while and then a thought popped into his mind. He worked at an air and space museum, but right next door was a lab; a lab that worked in chemically based experiments. He knew exactly what he needed to try. He couldn't explain why, but something in him just knew. He slipped out of the lab underneath the museum and crossed the dark streets. There was no sign of other life anywhere, but Holmes stayed low to the ground and slinked across the pavement like a shadow. He took his ID card for the museum and scraped the black strip vigorously against the ground, scratching it. He would need to ask for another later, but they would understand if this worked. He held it carefully in his teeth and then swiped it once in the chemistry labs door, quickly followed by several more repeated swipes. The light blinked red several times and then flashed green. The door clicked and he put his shoulder against it, triumphantly kicking it closed behind him. He knew that conversation he had overheard over lunch would be helpful one day. Those chemists really should keep their voices down. His smug thoughts trailed off as he trotted along the dark hallways, searching for the room he needed. Finally, he saw it.

Pushing inside, Holmes started rifling through cabinets. He found a tray full of homegrown crystals and whispered, "eureka!" Crystals of all sizes, shapes, and colors were there for his choosing. He scanned the labels and cautiously extracted small pieces of a pale pink stone, a pure white crumbly substance that was growing in a mound, and yellow-green transparent crystal. He carefully returned the tray, cradling the crystals in one paw as he escaped back to his own lab on three legs. "This better work," he growled, his fur quivering slightly in anticipation. He laid the crystals out and picked up the crumbling one, dusting its pieces into the reader. Red light. Holmes growled and paced around for a moment. He picked up the yellow-green one. It chinked as it fell in. Red light. Holmes held his breath, watching the light glint off the lone pink crystal in his paw. "You're my only hope," he said to it, and then closed his eyes and dropped it in. The sound emitted from the machine sounded different. Holmes slowly opened his eyes. Green. The light was green. Holmes just stared at it, his mouth agape. Then he nearly erupted out of his skin, dancing and jumping about and hollering so loud those on the street might have heard him. Tomorrow he would pay a visit to the chemistry lab, not in stealth mode, and commission them to grow him as many pink crystals as they possibly could. He was going to see the universe, and absolutely nothing would get in his way.

[Vanillasaur]

Day One

Vanillasaur || Chel


pro tip: don't use starfish to cover holes in your ship

[lysander]

 




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  "no offense," cosette starts. "but this story reads like a middle schooler wrote it."
you grimace, brows furrowing a little in response. "yikes. you must sure be popular with the kids."
  "i'm just saying, i know you're capable of doing better than this."
  "i dunno 'bout that. writing's never been my strong suite."
  "it's easy. all you have to do is tell a story the way you'd want to hear it."
  "easy for you to say. you're a natural at it."
  "fine, here. let me give you an example..."

cosette sits up in her chair, takes a deep breath. you can almost hear her collecting her thoughts in it, gathering the words to string together into sentences from which to weave her tale with. she's done this so many times before, but each time is just as magical as the last.

in her voice there's a song, and in the song is a story.
so, you grab your pen, ready to write just as she begins to speak.

  "once upon a time..."


 

[SkyGold]

♕ Prompt 1: "tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem."
Using Athena

The crowd waved around her, the many eyes glossed over from a hard day at work as they returned home. The main palace, its white marble walls shimmering in the light of dusk caused her to snarl with disgust and turn away. Who were they to think they could control her. The thought almost made her lift her wings from under the blanket that was worn on her back. She took in a deep breath to calm herself. There is nothing you can do. Her mother's words rang true each time she walked through the market, seeing how useless she was in helping everyone's situation. The people thrived on the brink of madness, thieves and street urchins stealing vendor's food, common arguments with guards that ended up with either exile or execution, and the overall ignorance of the food and water supply. But what could she do? Rebel and take over? She didn't know how to run a kingdom or lead people, but she could try. It would be nothing major or attention-getting enough to cast her into trouble. Spread a bit of food here and there to prevent the food booths to have missing stock and slowly become friends with the overall crowd. The help would be needed, she decided, if her plan to rebel ever came into play. She would help them even if the Royals didn't.

231/150 words

[iuno.]

Prompt 1
Featured Kalons: Isaac and Avery



Avery lost her lucky charm bracelet in the sand, so Isaac made a quick stop at a store and bought an expensive metal detector. Hey, it worked.

[sicknasty]

sicknasty | prompt one/1 | ethan | 270 words
ethan cringed as the incriminatingly heavy bag thudded onto the table in front of him, its battered wooden surface showing the signs of previous interrogations in this dingy room. his paw drifted out, almost of its own volition, to circle an ominous red-brown stain on the weathered wood. where it had come from was not something he wanted to consider.
from underneath his thick fur, his gray-green eyes peered cautiously up at the intimidating figure on the other side of the desk. the hulking grey kalon growled with even more force, and leaned in so close that his foul breath wafted over ethan's face. he resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose - the smell of rotting teeth and too many cigarettes was almost enough to make him lose his lunch. that, and the nerves caused by getting caught making off with a thousand dollars belonging to a notorious and ruthless torsminde gang.
"so, scamiglia. gonna talk yourself out of this one?" the gang member tipped up the bag to reveal hundreds of neatly rolled notes, bound with elastic bands. one skittered across to the very edge of the table, and ethan's tail flicked up to stop it. sliding the roll back towards the other kalon, he glimpsed the placid face of the queen gazing out from a folded note, and an idea began to form. he opened his mouth, hopefully, and as if inspired by the holy monarch herself, his smooth, i-can-explain voice took over .
"well, y'see, it all started when i got involved with one of the royal guard - a pretty decent guy, but a terrible cheat at cards..."