[Thani]

username: Thani
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schedule:
IM DEAD TY FOR THIS

[Meridiem]

Username: Meridiem
Kalon Name: Junie
Schedule:
5:00
The alarmed blared at the sight of sunlight. Junie rubbed her eyes. This would be the closet thing to sleep she would get from this point on today. She pulled open the curtains and greeted the day.
6:00
The line at the coffee store is long and the barista behind the counter seems to have no clue what she is doing. Junie finally reaches the counter and slams the coffee store with a 15 drink long order.
7:00
The office was busy today, more than usual. Junie handed out all the coffee that she was sure the place messed up 90% of the orders but no one would be able to tell with the amount of rush that was buzzing in the air.
8:00
Junie had only started her paperwork for the day when her desk mate had fallen asleep. She snicked and took a picture and posted it to the office board online. Three people liked it.
9:00
The paperwork keeps piling up on Junie's desk and she is already on her 3rd cup of coffee.
10:00
Junie started day dreaming about owning a dog some day. She would kill to have a dog, but her landlord is a sore thumb and hates animals, even fish.
11:00
Junie starred at the clock and watched the seconds tick by. She couldn't wait for noon to roll around.
12:00
Lunch was Junie's favorite part of her day. She sat down next to Karol who always had sugar cookies for the whole office. She was everyone's adoptive mother.
1:00
Back to work and Junie is already dead. Her boss walked around the office and gave everyone some extra anxiety, which was no fun.
2:00
Joel from three desks over challenged Junie to a paper plane war. Junie made a total of 48 planes beating Joel's weak 26 planes.
3:00
Junie got called into the boss's office. He told her that he was very pleased with her work and she was on the road to getting a promotion. She screamed on the inside and thanked him.
4:00
The office became emepty as the hand hit 4. Junie was the last one out but she was glad she was done with today.
5:00
It took Junie an extra hour to get home because she was in traffic today. Her favorite song came on 4 times.
6:00
Junie sat on the sofa for a while and watched a subpar show.
7:00
The store was cold today as Junie roamed the isles.
8:00
Junie brushed her fur and took her hair down. She thought about cutting it but brushed that thought away.
9:00
Her body slammed down on her old mattress that had no support. She watched the ceiling and dreamed of a care-free life, one full of luxury and pampering. A single tear came to her eye but she wiped it away. The alarm fell silent.

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[Decora]

username:
kalon name:
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[Chickpea]

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[slythecho]

username: echo into void
kalon name: ora
schedule:

(be aware that they have ocd)

07:00
their alarm begins to blare and their eyes pop open like popcorn. they reach out with their right hand and tap the alarm clock three times, just like they do every morning, before turning it off. they rise out of bed as if it were a cocoon and stretch until their front paws reach the ceiling. they breathe in deep and head downstairs to enjoy some breakfast — dinosaur egg oatmeal (their favorite).

08:00
the late bell rings as they walk into class. they always walk in at 08:00 on the dot, even if they have to stand there and wait for a few minutes. they go to their seat and as they sit down, they pull on their scarf three times. this scarf is the one that they always wear, throughout all four seasons. they will not go a day without this scarf, just like they won’t go a day without pulling on it three times as they sit at their desk. they pull out one pencil, one pen, and a blue notebook and put them all on the desk in front of them. they are now ready to begin the school day.

11:20
the bell for lunch rings as ora begins to pack up their stuff. they finish packing up and walk out of the room with a smile on their face. they love lunch—it’s their favorite time of the day. they head down to the cafeteria, skipping the last step as they go down the stairs. they enter the cafeteria and immediately head to their spot. they quietly unpack their lunch—a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles, a red apple, and a coke. this is their lunch every single day and they wouldn’t change it.

12:20
ora throws out their trash as they walk out of the cafeteria with lunchbox in hand. they start heading back up the steps from the cafeteria as they skip the bottom stair. they grab their backpack from their previous class, and head over to their next class, “shines”.

15:20
the final bell of the day rings out with what seems to be more joy than the other bells throughout the day. ora packs up their stuff and quietly leaves the classroom. they immediately go outside and start walking home like they always do.

17:00
dinner time. they go downstairs and open the fridge three times before actually grabbing some milk. they drink directly out of the jug—exactly three swallows. afterwards, they get something to eat, sit down at the table, and eat in silence. once finished, they pick up their plate and wash it off, placing it in the drainer.

00:00
their alarm screams, letting them know it’s time to sleep. they climb into bed, place the blanket the correct way, and close their eyes. they think about what's going to happen tomorrow as they drift into a blissful sleep. (496/500)

[lunaire]

username: lunaire
kalon name: anika
schedule:

4:30 am – anika woke up, stretching and yawning. she swung her legs off the bed and sleepily walked to the bathroom. turning on the shower, she stepped inside. the cool water flowed over her.
5:30 am – anika pulled on her light gray sweatshirt over her wet hair. she then toweled off her hair before brushing it and letting it flow down her shoulders. she hopped onto the bathroom counter, sitting crisscross. she began to do her makeup.

6:45 am – after finishing her makeup and hair, she ran down the two flights of stairs and into the kitchen. she filled the old tea kettle with water and set it on the stove. the water quickly boiled, and she filled a cup with it. she took a tea bag, one of her blends, and dropped it into the cup. Then anika took a slice of gluten-free bread and stuck it in the toaster. she took the tea bag out and slipped in a sugar cube. when everything was ready, she set it onto a wooden tray and carried it to the living room. she relaxed on the couch and watched the sunrise out the open window.

7:20 – anika locked the door and put the key in her coat pocket. she hopped onto her white vintage bike and began the ride to lavender & honey, her tea brewing business.

7:40 am – she went into the building and started her usual workday. it mainly consisted of making custom brews for customers or selling her tea blends.

8:00 pm – anika rode home from work, getting stuck in traffic as usual.

9:25 pm – she finally arrived home. after throwing her bag onto the floor, she flopped on the couch and turned on the television. she made dinner and then ate it, lounging on the couch.

10:00 pm – anika started to get ready for bed. she showered and did her nightly skin routine.

11:15 pm – she’s finally able to go to bed after a long and tiring day. but going to bed isn't the same thing as sleeping. she often doesn't sleep for many nights before passing out. but on occasion, anika will get 1-2 hours. if she's lucky.



oh god this is so terrible i apologize! i wrote this during school and i can't edit it due to having an appointment in twenty minutes. thank you anyways! all these other forms are so great aah

[Snowflakette]

mark to watch! 👀👀
the scarves fit so well omg

[legend speaker]

→. usernamexxx legend speaker
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0800 →. get up!

her alarm blares loudly in her room, the kalon instinctively using her paws to cover up those delicate ears of her as she blindly attempted to shut it off. she missed, groaned, sat up and hit the off button, rubbing at her tired eyes gingerly before glancing out the window. regardless if this was meant to help her be more on time, she slightly despised the new schedule she had set for herself, fumbling out of between her covers to start her day.

0900 →. breakfast!

nothing special really. after whisking up some eggs and milk, accompanied by some salt and pepper for flavor, she sat down and waited for the mixture to cook. every now and then the kalon would stir, wiggling somewhat anxiously as she plated before digging in.

1000 →. errands!

ah, what didn't she need to do! her fur ruffled at the amount of things to do, and the amount of time she had given herself to complete these tasks. first on the list happened to be new guitar strings, since she figured something might happen to the beloved instrument eventually. craft supplies followed on the list, and it wasn't quite that hard to find everything in one store. quite content with her purchases . . .

1230 →. relaxation!

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1300 →. guitar practice!

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1400 →. lunch/snack!

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1600 →. chores!

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1700 →. studies!

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1800 →. dinner!

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1800 →. relaxation!

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2100 →. time for bed!

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XX - wake up
XXI - check the clock tower
XXII - VI - observe the stars and work
VII - feed the birds outside the tower
VIII - read a chapter before going to sleep
XIII - sleep after reading many chapters

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xAt the hour of twenty she was bleary eyes, and a messy head of hair. She was the
fading tendrils of sleep was wakefulness began. She was warm covers being gently
thrown to the floor, and the cool floorboards beneath. She was soft, quiet steps
on the way to a hot, welcoming tea. She was smoke rising from the ceramic cup,
warming blue paws and spiraling away before yellow eyes. She was the pattern of
frothing bubbles in a chamomile sea. She was a hint of sweet honey to the herbal
taste.

xOn the hour of twenty-one she was the sound of paws pattering across metal
grates, rushing up stairs. She was paws running along settings, checking every
wire. She was eyes slowly scanning gears, checking for items out of place. She was
a nest of birds in the corner of the clock's inner face. She was melodious chirps
before they slumbered for the night. She was a set of tools carried out to put
things back into place. She was a piece of straw falling through the grates. She
was the tuning of ancient parts. She was the loud bell to announce the time.

xFrom twenty-two to the very final minute of the hour of six, she was the stars in
the sky. She was the twinkling lights a world away. She was the constellations that
moved as the seasons went by. She was the yellow eye that watched them through
a great telescope. She was the telescope, poking from the highest window in the
tower. She was the one left awake when the world turned dark. She was notes
hastily scribbled on paper to be refined when the stars went away. She was the ink
that poured from the fountain pen, the elegant curls of scripture still present in
the rush. She was the noting of locations, the position of each little light. She was
the markings on paper, the recreation of the night's sky. She was the book of stars
mapped on each night. She was the paw that wrote it. She was sketches and
diagrams, rough layouts and theories. She was the sun winking out for the moon
to rise. She was the stars waking up with the moon. She was the stars closing their
eyes to sleep as the sun brought the day.

xDuring the seventh hundred hour she was the feeling of old cobble beneath paws.
She was the voices of the world in the early morning, the clicks of heels against
stone. She was the chilly air, the breath that spiraled forth. She was the crumbs
tossed from a bag of brown. She was the birds that gobbled them up. She was the
songs they sang with the break of day, the tunes they carried until they stopped.
She was the feathers that fell as they flew away.

xAt eight-hundred hours she was the printed words upon pages. She was the
weariness that set in after a long day. She was the intent to enter slumber after
the chapter was done. She was the pages that raced by after. She was the tales
of adventures and magic gone by.

xAnd on the thirteenth hour, she was finally, the feeling of soft pillows beneath
her head, and the sand of the sandman as he gave the world dreams.