[Luscinia]

username: CourtofLions

kalon name: Aspasia

what do they do when they can't sleep:
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The wooden ship creaked and groaned with each small sway against the ocean waves. Aspasia found herself unable to sleep, soft, heavy-lidded eyes raised to stare at the planked ceiling above. The rest of the crew were sound asleep, some snoring up a storm, others muttering mindless words that match their dreams. How she envied them as they slept, resting their aching muscles after a long day of work out at sea. Yet, she was used to it. Insomnia had plagued her since she was very little. She sucked in a breath, then let it out slowly, sitting up. She eyed the pile of torn-up clothes that lay scattered across from her. The cot squealed from underneath her as she stood up, her footsteps light as she made her way over to the pile. She gathered the gross, sweaty clothing, placing them into a wicker basket, and picked up a box of sewing supplies.

With these items in hand, she carefully made her way out of the crew's quarters. Overhead, the night sky was a royal blue, illuminated by the cream-colored quarter moon and speckled by silvery stars. It was chilly, the salty ocean breeze flowing past her. She set the basket full of clothes and the sewing box down at the center of the deck, retrieving a lantern that sat atop a barrel. She settled down on the floor next to the lit the lantern, crossing her legs as she pulled an article of clothing onto her lap, a threaded needle in hand. She methodically stitched every hole in every piece of clothing up, falling into a trance that she was unable to break free from.

The next morning she woke up sprawled out on her back upon the deck, the wicker basket next to her filled up with neatly folded clothes, all of which she had spent the night repairing. Seabirds shrieked noisily, indicating that the ship was nearing land. Above her, the figure of the pirates' cocky leader, Captain Dover. He gazed down at her, a broad grin on his lips, and though she couldn't see his eyes, she could easily imagine the amused glint.

"Repaired all of the crew's clothes, did you?" He questioned, nudging the basket with a boot.
"I couldn't sleep, captain. You know I like to sew when I can't sleep."
"And you wonder why the crew calls you the mother of the crew. I'm starting to worry that they respect you more than me." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he sat down on the deck next to her. There was a plate of food in his hand, which he slid over to her. It had a biscuit, probably stale, with a slab of salted fish meat on top and some boiled vegetables on the side. She was about to reject it, but her stomach snarled loudly. She huffed, abruptly standing up and snatching up the basket of clothes.
"Let me bring the crew their clothes first, then I'll eat." She replied, walking back to the crews' quarters with a tired sway in her step, but unable to hide the small smile on her face as her waking crewmates greeted her. As sharp-tongued as she was, she didn't really mind the joking rank of being the "mother of the crew."

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[mike morton !]

username: milky~
kalon name: Dream
what do they do when they can't sleep: Dream realised the time. “I should be asleep by now!” She gasped. Her eyes darted around, resting on the sky, which was filled up with stars. One, two, three... She counted all she could see until she felt really tired and just had to sleep, or she’d be there forever with tiredness dragging her eyes down. “Goodnight, myself.” She whispered, closed her eyes, then realised how sad that sounded.
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[Zarouhi]

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username:
Zarouhi
kalon name:
Eos
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If there was something on this god-forsaken world that Eos didn’t understand, was that why in the name of all that’s holy couldn’t he get one peaceful night’s sleep in his life. It seemed that for everything offered in this crappy apartment complex, a decent night of rest just seemed to be too much to ask for.

In the apartment above, it sounded like they were rolling bowling balls across the floor. Or perhaps even moving their furniture at the most inappropriate time of day: 2 AM. The apartment below? Pfft. He doesn’t even want to know what they’re doing. Last time he checked, this complex was NOT an approved rave venue.

Throwing his pillow across the room in frustrating, Eos flung his satchel over his shoulder and left the apartment, locking it behind him. Grumbling all the way down the stairs, he didn’t even greet the doorman as he left. Guy probably wasn’t even awake judging by the startled snort that came from him when he slammed the door.

Eos inhaled, then exhaled the cool night air, and began to walk down the street. If he was lucky, maybe he’d be able to get out far enough from the city, so he could really see the stars. He snorted a small chuckle of a laugh and reached into his bag to pull out and light a cigarette. Blowing the smoke into the air, he sighed. He didn’t like smoking, but on nights like this, it soothed his soul. He knew it was bad for him. At least he didn’t do it often.

The walk was long, but at last, the lights of the city began to fade away behind him. He dropped and crushed the butt of his cigarette with his foot and continued on into a forest path. A lot of people were made uneasy but the forest sounds, but Eos? Ha. He’d gladly prefer the noise of the critters to the noise of the city. His soul ached for the woodlands, but what could he do? He had to make a living somehow, and there was no way he was going to be able to sell paintings to rabbits and squirrels.

He paused and slowed to a stop as he realized he’d reached the top of a hill, cleared of trees, and he looked up, gazing up into the sky as it stretched on forever, devoid of boundaries.

The Kalon plopped onto his butt and huffed another laugh, pulling his satchel around in front of him. This would do just fine. Carefully, he pulled out his journal, sketchbook, paints, brushes, and his water bottle. Wait. Uh oh- oh, we’re good. Two water bottles. He breathed a sigh of relief and ripped the wrapper away from one of them, to be able to tell which one was safe to drink, and which one wouldn’t be.

“Yea. This’ll do.” He murmured to himself, closing his eyes and reveling in the peace of the wilderness, before lifting his brush and beginning to paint.

[Smilus]

username: Smilus
kalon name: Kibo
what do they do when they can't sleep:
Kibo shuffled up the stairs, trying not to step on a creaky floorboard and wake her parents. It was dark, but the light shining through the windows was enough to see where she was going, so it wasn’t too bad. As she made her way up, careful not to slip, she thought about sleep.
Sleep, ever so evasive. It never came easy to her, and sometimes, she would go days without sleep. She had medicine now, but it meant that she had to take it before ten o’ clock, and this particular night she had been so caught up in homework that she forgot.
As she reached the top if the stairs, she pulled out her phone, set up her earphones, and started her “stars” playlist. It was filled with various songs about the sky and stars, most with a dreamy aura, all made by different artists. It brought back fond memories.
She opened the door to the office and closed it as quietly as she could, and turned to the window. Her family lived on the edge of a rural town, so the light pollution from cities was very little. The nearly full moon was shining through the window, accompanied by its stars. The sky is a family, and it never leaves its kin behind. Stars live and die in years longer than we could ever know, and we’ll never see the whole sky die out. Thinking these things was sort of a comfort to Kibo, as her life was quite hectic and rapidly changing. She opened the window, welcoming the cool summer air. Stepping out onto the roof, she turned her gaze to the stars. Sometimes, if she looked closely, she could see them pulsing with light ever so slightly. Of course, that was because the atmosphere distorts the star’s light, but she didn’t need the scientific explanation to ruin the moment.
If she got tired of craning her neck towards the sky, she would lie down and get comfortable, always keeping her eyes on the sky. She wasn’t good with constellations as you may think she’d be, but she could make her own and recognize them in an instant.
This is what she did on many restless nights, even during winter when the snow covered her rooftop. She would cast her eyes towards the never-ending sky and talk to the stars. It was comforting really, telling the stars about your day and telling them your deepest secrets. Many times before had she listened to the wind in return, feeling an intensely sacred moment pass between her and the stars. She was born to love the stars, or at least it felt like it. The stars were always there, there was no drama, no complications, no jealousy with the stars. The stars were a distant but loving part of nature, one that she would always keep close to her heart.
And with that final thought, after hours of staring at the sky, she crept downstairs and fell sound asleep.

[Muggywort]

could there be a one or two day extension! Thanks in advance either way!

[Softea]

I would like an extension as well!

[MoonlightTabby]

Ahh I'd like an extension too, I haven't had the time to work on my form until now and it would be pretty nice -u-'