[lezbigarf]

Kalons-- a species with soft manes and even softer hearts.

Monitored in forests across the globe for years, these animals
have recently been declared naturally tame as well as sapient.
Scientists are asking the general population to consider adopting
Kalons for further study in their capabilities of intelligence.

Their shining tails are used for identification and showing off,
which is helpful when spotting another Kalon from afar. This
association with other Kalons is why they are head-over-heels
for any shiny or colorful item that they come across!

I really like how it came out aaaa ;;

to win them
tell me what helps them to relax when they feel stressed

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ends may 4th

[armads]

username : e4rlgrey
name : Cassiopeia
gender : female

❝ there are a lot of things we try to hide.

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A high-pitched, breathy wailing sounds an alarm that echoes through the parlor. You might wrinkle your nose at the grating sound, nearly drop your pen in surprise, but the young Kalon seated across the table only smiles. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and dull only moments ago, positively sparkle.

"Sorry!" she says. "Just the tea kettle. Would you like a cup?" Then she's gone from sight, disappearing into the hall before you can even think to respond.

"Miss Cassiopeia?" you call, uncertain.

"Down the hall and to the left, dear." You follow her voice to the kitchen, where the whistling has come to a stop.

The room is old but not unkempt. The cabinets are outdated and worn, and the appliances look as though they might have endured a few decades of use. Canisters of all shapes and sizes line most flat surfaces. Your client stands at the counter closest to the stove, measuring out carefully leveled scoops of dried leaves.

"Please, call me Cass," she says. "Is a green tea okay? Most people are partial to black, but I find that the caffeine content doesn't always play nicely with my anxiety. The stress of house hunting, and all — I'm sure you're familiar."

"Green is fine, thank you." You try to stifle your curiosity (just what does she need so many jars for?) and return to the matter at hand. "You have a lovely home. Victorian architecture is classic, very popular with buyers."

"Yes, but I haven't been the best about maintaining the place." Cass sighs and moves to the dining table, where she sets out a cup and saucer for each of you. She leaves the hot water, now transferred to a simple porcelain pot, on a tray at the center. "It needs to steep about a minute longer," she explains as you sit and glance over your empty cup.

You nod, ever polite, and begin to flip through your clipboard, marking a few places. "May I ask why you're moving? Need to upgrade to a place with more storage, perhaps?" Your eyes rove over the containers once more. How many are there, thirty, maybe forty?

"No, not exactly." Cass smiles sheepishly. "I suppose it has gotten a bit cluttered in here. But no, I can't say I'm relocating due to my, ah, tea collection." Her body language speaks of embarrassment as she pours for you and then herself. The tea is aromatic, filling your nose with pleasantly fruity notes as steam billows upward.

"Are those all full of tea? I didn't think there were that many varieties."

"They're all teas, all different. Far from every flavor that's out there, though. It was an interest that became a hobby and now, apparently... an obsession." She lifts her cup and sips slowly, and her eyes slide shut. Her posture softens slightly, becomes a little less rigid, and she meets your gaze head on for perhaps the first time since you arrived. "Where were we? Oh! My move." She rests her pale chin in her palm. "Well, this used to be my mother's place. We've lived here since I was a child. She remarried and moved out a few years back, and she left the house to me. It's beautiful and very sentimental but... It's a big house for one person all alone. My finances just can't cover all the expenses."

"I'm very sorry to hear that." It's an automatic response, one you keep queued just for clients who delve a little too deep into their personal woes. It feels more insensitive than usual, though. Not wanting to overanalyze, you sip at your tea. It's still too hot, and much more bitter than it smelled.

Your displeasure must show on your face because Cass slides a bowl of sugar cubes over to you. "Don't take more than two," she recommends. "You'll overpower it."

You do as she says, watching the granules swiftly dissolve. "You seem to know a lot about this."

"Well, I worked in a tea shop for a short time."

"Didn't it work out?"

"I got fired, actually. Some customers thought I was uppity and condescending. Well, that and I took too many samples."

You laugh and she does, too. "You don't seem very condescending to me."

"Thank you." Cass smiles, pouring herself a second cup. "But I can be a bit of a know-it-all. Maybe someday I'll open my own shop. I haven't perfected my infusions yet though, and I'd want to sell my own creations."

"That must be a process. Did you make this one yourself?" You gesture to your cup, then lift it to take another, more hesitant sip. It tastes much better with sugar.

"Oh, no. I wish!" Cass shakes her head. "No, like I said, I'm not very good at it yet. Certainly not good enough to serve my experiments to a guest."

"Maybe someday in the future then," you offer good-naturedly. Amiable, but concise.

There is a long pause then, marred only by the scrape of your ballpoint pen against the paper.

"I don't know," Cass interjects. Her words carry an emotion you can't quite place, flowing with the urgency of a river. "I'm not so sure that I want to mix work and passion. I know some people can do it, and they become painters or writers or chefs who pour their heart and soul out for the world to consume, but I've come to rely on this." Now it's clear; her voice wavers with desperation, threatens to break under sheer stress. "I have teas to fill all different needs: a flavor to calm me down, a flavor to perk me up, a flavor to soothe my aches and pains. It's all I think about and look forward to each day. If I turn my source of relief into something so serious, just numbers on a page or a way to pay the rent, will that suck all the joy from it?"

Her eyes are so wide and so earnest, bright and open and searching, and you're left speechless. You know that you're crossing a line again. Polite small talk has become very personal and emotionally charged. It's unprofessional and not what you're here for. You should redirect the conversation, ask her to look over the paperwork and sign on the dotted line. You should get on with your appraisal, tell the poor girl that her house has lost value and move on. You have more appointments to get through today; you can't come to a halt for each and every sob story.

Still, you hesitate. Your heart goes out to this lonely young woman, immersing herself in boiling hot water and dead leaves just to distract from the sagging floorboards and crumbling foundation of the home around her. Is she even aware of the debt she's likely in?

"Whatever you decide to do, I'm sure it will be the right choice." Empty reassurance, but it's all you can think to say.

"I suppose so." She's closed off again, her eyes going misty as she watches you frown down at your clipboard.

"Now then." You clear your throat, uneasy but determined to move forward. "Is there any damage to the home that I should know about?" You've already noticed the cracks in the moulding, the water stains in the ceiling. "If not, I think we can begin a walk through..."

"Oh! The water's gone cold." Cass interrupts you, leaping to her feet. There is no indication that she listened to a word of what you said. "I'll have to put a fresh pot on. Just a minute!"

You sink your face into your hands, massage your temples slightly. Is this her idea of coping? Avoiding the issues altogether, fleeing to the bottom of a teacup?

"Have you ever tried white tea?" Her voice is cheerful, lilting, as though she hasn't a care in the world.

Perhaps you'd better reschedule the rest of your appointments for the day. This could take a while.

Curse your bleeding heart.

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but you are d r o w n i n g, it's in your eyes. ❞
tea by Syd Weiler, flavor text by Tigers Jaw

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Username; alive.


Name; marco


Gender; male


what helps them to relax?; graffiti. marco loves everything about graffiti, like the way the paint comes spraying out so smooth onto the rough walls of the building, it is so calming. he knows that it's somewhat illegal, but he's a risk taker rebel.

don't believe me that graffiti is calming?
here are some videos ★ ★


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so i didn't read that there couldn't be any extras and i had to delete half of my entry form thing... so that's why it's edited 10 times. oops :"V

[Individuality]

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res/ watching

[Fleetwood]

Username; struck
Name; Afton
Gender; Female
what helps them to relax?;
Whenever Afton feels overwhelmed or stressed out, she turns to calligraphy. It's easy to immerse yourself in it and train all of your focus on just the project at hand. It takes a steady hand to perfect the art of it, but it's time she's willing to take. When all you have to do is focus on making the perfect letter, worries melt away with the stroke of a pen.

[DeadDadCrew]

Username; InfectedSouls
Name; Scarab
Gender; Male
what helps them to relax?; panting and drawing scenery and animals

[Paints]

Username; Pleasureable Paints
Name; Casper (Cas)
Gender; Male
what helps them to relax?; (no word limit)

Res w/ feeding the ducks & birds at the local park.

[Silver Pandorica]

Username; Silver Pandorica
Name;
Gender;
what helps them to relax?; (no word limit)

wOW rES

-probs gonna do puns, cause puns are amazing

Oh, and May the Fourth be with you when this contest ends, aha

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maybe res?