[lonk]

username: lonk
name: mindy
what are they mad about?:
venita agreed to the bartender's task immediately. keeping the peace was something she considered herself good at, so how hard could it be?
she found herself drawn to one particularly... riled up corner of the bar, listening in to the cacophony of sounds and faces. the source of the problem made itself clear: a girl stood sulking in the corner, making remarks to parties around her, becoming more red as they scoffed at her. venita couldn't make out what was being said, but what she knew for sure was that this girl was causing trouble.
the sulking woman's face turned sour, and with no prompting, slammed her fist against the wall. she quickly turned to the young couple next to her, and began to yell.
"i'll even pay you extra, dammit! i need something to drink!" she continued to scream at the pair, their eyes growing wide. this was not a good situation. venita pushed herself through the crowded room, only stopping after putting a firm hand down on the girl's shoulder.
she didn't seem to expect her, and raised an eyebrow at the calm, taller kalon. venita could only smile back. "come on, sweetheart. let's have a little chat."

after talking for a while, the problem made itself clear. mindy, the troublemaking bar-goer, was able to let her flame burn out as venita listened to her predicament.
when initially going down to the bar, mindy ended up locking her keys in her room, and while she brought her wallet, her id must have slipped out. although she was well over the legal age, her tiny stature (4 feet and 8 inches of rage) combined with a baby face made it hard for anyone to believe she was old enough for the tequila she tried to order. including brandy. without the sweet relief of a drink, her anger about her room only continued to build, and apparently, mindy thought that the best way to solve the issue would be to pester the other customers in the bar to take her money to the counter and order for her.
mindy was still frustrated as she ranted, but ultimately cooled down quite a bit. ven was sympathetic to her misery, but merely shook her head when the girl looked up to her for support. "have you considered going to the front desk?"
the short girl's face burned red, but not in the same way as before. "i-i didn't think of it..."

after receiving a new key from the reception, and letting mindy grab her id from her room, the two made their way back to the bar. hopefully, being able to buy herself a drink, now, she'd keep her fists and her mouth to herself.

[the spoopy gengar]

username: the spoopy gengar
name: sol
what are they mad about?:
Sol was having a really great vacation, she really needed some time for herself. One night, she wanted a drink from the bar, an orange juice that is very simple to prepare. She didn't realise there was a lot of people at the bar, a huge line. Sol decided to just wait, maybe everybody was having the same drink as her, right? not exaclty.

People's orders were pretty weird and hard to do, they never ask regular stuff. So while the bartender was doing strange mixtures, some drunk kalons started a fight in the middle of the line really close to were Sol was standing, she tried to stop the fight, but she got more involved into it. Everyone associated with the fight had to leave the room to heal any damage and clean everything because there was a huge mess with spilled crystal glasses everywhere.

After healing a few bruises and sweeping the floor, the line was huge. Sol sadly lost her place so she had to be the last. People looked at her like she was the one who started the fight, a wild, drunk, youngster. Her angry expression never changed during the whole row.

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[Karmel]

username: Karmel
name: Ravi
what are they mad about?: (50 words min.)


I didn't come to fight. Honestly.


Truly.




No seriously. I would swear on my mother (may she rest in peace... at home, where she's probably napping). But sometimes these things just happen. I didn't mean to swing the first punch but sometimes my body moves on its own. Kind of like a reflex, right? Yeah. A good word for it. I reflexively twitched a muscle that accidentally landed my curled fist on some guy's face.

Sure, OK, maybe that guy was throwing some words down. Maybe that group was getting a little rowdy. And MAYBE, just maybe, Ravi was getting a little annoyed. Why? Well you see, and this is a perfectly good reason, I came on this Kruise for a little relaxation. But each time this guy got louder, my ears would ring a little higher.

That's fine. Cool. Disturbing the peace he was but I can deal with that.

The cake topper though (get this fellas) was when his group stumbled my way, this dude goes tripping on some chair leg, and into my perfectly blended drink he sailed.

And this drink. This beautiful, labored over pink perfection, splattered all over my BEST SHIRT. Each little stitched flower stained like a sunset, soaking into the cream satin.


But like I said. I didn't come here to fight.





I reflexed.


Totally different thing.

[credit]

username: credit
name: Lynda
what are they mad about?: There’s a lot of things that this girl can be mad about. From the fact that she nearly missed the cruise ship’s boarding due to a rather forgetful partner, to having the room being an absolute mess when she entered. Everything seems to be going wrong with her day, although if you were to get up close and ask, what’s she’s the most upset about is the fact that she lost something truly important to her. The nachos that she got from the snack bar were lost to her when a couple of rambunctious kits ran past, causing her to fall over and ruin the sundress she wore. The embarrassment she felt was enough to make her lose it.

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[sobble]

username: Gengar.
name: Bacardi
what are they mad about?:

Bacardi wasn't angry, neccessarily. Perhaps what better described what the felt was an existential sadness, an upset so great they could only turn to white-blind rage. As is characteristic for Bacardi, these feelings were all a long time coming, Bacardi was no stranger to misfortune.

The misfortune itself did not quell Bacardi so much as the nature of the mishaps did. How does an entire firm crumble overnight, if a building falls and not a soul is there to hear it, is a legacy lost? The odds seemed impossible, but no kalon they met could formulate as much as a single thought as to what building stood where the oddly pristine ruins now lay.

But of course, this was not the only trouble plaguing Bacardi. They could not locate any of their colleagues, and though hard to find by the nature of their work, this was unlike any of Bacardi's coworkers. Work came to a halt, intel was nothing more than a string of vaguely worded messages strewn about his front porch haphazardly. To the last crumpled, torn envelope was tacked a brochure for the cruise Bacardi had now resigned themself to. So what the hell was going on? It had been days with no contact, no disruption, no trace of familiarity or the unnatural presence Bacardi began to rely on. They were alone with themself, forced to face the nature of their own beasts, no longer the eyes of others.They were stuck on this hellish, tacky cruise with no out and no lead. They were alone for the first time in their miserable life.

[bakuraas.]

username: gurocora.
name: Miami
what are they mad about?:

It was getting late, he could tell by the way that most of the other kalons were starting to move out of the bar. He didn't want to go back to his room...not when he was this enraged. He wiped a bit of blood off of his nose, having gotten a bit of a rough punch from one of the others due to a fight he picked. He didn't know what else to do to get out his anger, it's not like he was mad at these kalons, no. He could never be mad at those who haven't done a single thing wrong.

As he was lost in his thoughts, he saw a small tody bird sit down on the small area there was between the outside world and the glass on the circular window. The bird tilted it's head slightly, and Miami sighed, almost as if he knew what the bird was trying to say. Of course he couldn't, but he did need someone, or, something to talk to. "You're wondering why I'm so mad, huh?" He asked, only to get no response except for a little hop from the bird. He tilted his head down, this was ridiculous, but he had nobody else to explain this to, especially since he made enemies with everyone here.

"I want to go home. At least back in town, people care enough to go look at whales without being paid for it. In fact, they would be the ones to pay to go out on boats and look at the majesty of the whales. Instead here, they need something else to even go outside to look when they're already on the boat. And as a bird, I think you would know how awful that is!" He put his paw up to the window, and surprisingly, the bird didn't flinch at it. After a moment of silence between the two creatures, he looked back towards the loud atmosphere of the bar, grumbling into his paw.

"I've talked to everyone here, and instead of them talking about their adventures or their experiences, all I get is 'How Many Mermaid Scales did ya get today?' or 'Saw an orca today, got a good sum of scales for it!'. The Professor must be devastated with just how many people don't...care!" He slammed his paw on the table, growling a bit, and watching the bird finally fly away.

He thought that would have finally helped. He thought that he could finally feel better about today, that he could finally calm down enough to go back to his room, but no. He just got angrier than he did before, remembering just how he went to watch the whales, seeing a giant crowd, only to find out that they didn't care about nature, or whales. They just cared about money...and it made his paws ache for a fight.

He got up, and let his eyes focus on the first kalon he saw, a buff kal with a drink in his paws. Another symbol of money. Another symbol of power...another symbol of how much nature didn't matter to these kalons. He barked in his direction, causing him to stumble and drop some of the drink onto the table. It gave Miami more joy and satisfaction than he think he really should get from it, but that was what karma felt like, he supposed. The buff kalon returned Miami's glare, and the sun-coated male smirked softly as he spoke.

"Come over and fight me like a man if you're that angry about some frilly drink."

[•boo•]

username: NightMareRose
name: Tequila
what are they mad about?:

She was talking to another Kalon when she saw someone grab her drink. She whiped around, patience running thin. Tequila's eyes squinted and the Kal infront of her, "How dare you steal my drink?!" Sure enough, the cucumber melon water was in their paws. They stared back, "I did nothing of the sort." Tequila snapped, "What do you mean? My beverage is right there! In! Your! Paws!" Without hesitation she snatched the drink from their theiving paws and threw it back at him. The light pink/clear liquid splashed all over him, "Take that!" Tequila yelled as the Kalon started to freak out about how she had ruined his favorite shirt. "It's just water, you'll be fiiiiiine."

[ScribbleScrib]

username:
PaigeyPies
name:
Christen
what are they mad about?:
It all started when Christen was invited to be the designated driver for the cruise. She was being used by her friends once again because she doesn't drink. Annoyed, but way too nice to say no, she brought her DS to the bar to play in the corner while her friends got way too drunk around her. She was having a great time by herself, avoiding the drama and the chaos until they were ready to go home...when suddenly a man walks by and offers her a drink. Like usual, she declined and burred herself deeper into her games. Trying to avoid a conversation, she even gave him a slight glare to try to scare him off...but it didn't work. He just stood there, like an idiot, and would not budge. She once again told him that she wasn't interested, a bit more sternly this time, but all he did was smile in response. Starting to fume a bit, she stared at him angerly and told him to go away. She didn't need to deal with this tonight, she was supposed to be in her room playing her games as she always did, by herself. She began stomping away, but this man continued to stare. He didn't follow, however, which was a relief to Christen. At least he wasn't THAT kind of guy. She sat back down at another chair in the corner and went back to her games, grumbling to herself about the nerve of some men these days. Eventually though, he slowly came back. She glared at him once more and yelled for him to go the heck away, using words she never used because she was so mad at this point. To her surprise though, he didn't seem phased at all. In fact, he seemed even more happy. Christen stopped suddenly mid-sentence as she noticed this, and finally just calmly asked what he wanted from her. He replied as chill as ever that he noticed that she looked unhappy and wasn't taking advantage of the fun she could be having in this situation if she were to just have one drink. One drink to just chill her out a bit, not enough for her to go crazy though. Christen squinted for a bit, then looked at her friends. They were already swaying around and saying things that they'll regret in the morning. This COULD be an opportunity to get out of being these people's slaves for once. She sighed and walked over to the bartender, looking at the man expectantly. She had no idea what to order, but knew enough to most likely know what she shouldn't have. He orders. It's something she's never heard of, but she was so determined to get out of this situation she was in with these "friends" that she was gonna try anyway. She chugged the entire bottle down all at once, which absolutely shocked both the man and the bartender. The bartender looks like he's preparing for another chaotic night. She feels fine for a bit, confused as to why they were staring at her like that. Then it hit her like a semi truck. Instantly, she felt herself becoming more dizzy and unaware of her surroundings. Christen smiled, however, saying that it was fine and tried to walk back to play her game. She knew she wasn't well enough to drive, but...she didn't seem THAT bad. The man who bought her drink immediately took the DS game from Christens hands, demanding that she still have fun with everyone else and to not be a bum. ThATS when it all went down. SHE BEGINS throwing things violently at the man, demanding her DS back or she'll fight him right then and there. Anyone getting in her way, she'd throw to the ground. She was an absolute monster at this point! Everyone became the enemy until she got her game back, which automatically made a large group of the people there angry as well. Paws were thrown at each other. People were dragging themselves on the ground to get out of the chaos. Screams and inappropriate comments filled the entire bar. Everything was a mess, and there seemed to be no way to stop it at this point.

[sillies]

username:
midna.
name:
korey
what are they mad about?:
he's mad about . . well ... everything!! first he forgets to bring some things in his luggage, and then he LOSES his luggage all together, and asking staff doesn't do any good!! And when he arrived at his room, he could have sworn he saw a ghost!! he does not! deal! with! ghosts!! and then at lunch he spilled coffee on himself. honestly, at this point he's already over today.

[enokimoon]

username:

s-smolbean

name:

Kairo

what are they mad about?:

He was told off by a stranger for having one too many mocktails and he got really annoyed.
Kairo's really defensive, and will try to get his point in- even if it means adding a lot of unnecessary details ;;

Kairo's eyes fluttered as he eyed the mocktail in front of him. This was his fifth, and suffice to say, he'd gotten a little hooked on the beverages.
"Dude, chill out, you're chugging on those like there's no tomorrow." The Kalon sitting beside him said in a scolding tone.
"Why don't you mind your own business ? I rather like these drinks and I can't usually have them when I'm off vacation. Besides I'm not hurting anyone ? These drinks are free of that bad stuff, and I came here to enjoy myself." Kairo snapped back, louder than he'd meant to, which turned quite a few heads.
"Woah, that's a little rude, don't you think ? I was just trying to help; Too much of anything isn't good for you-"
"Yeah ? Well, I'd like to decide for myself, thank you very much ! This is a vacation, and it'd really be sucky if I kept getting told off by guys like you ! I'm not a kid anymore ! And you're definitely not a relative of mine to tell me off !" Kairo's voice turned into a shout when he said those last few words, and the older Kalon only looked at him awkwardly- probably wishing he didn't try to strike up a conversation if he'd known this was going to be the outcome.
From a distance, Brandy the bartender sighs and looks at the loud and excited young Kalon in disapproval.

Word Count : 276 / 50 min.


Thank you so much for the opportunity ! qwq)
I think this Kalon looks wonderful, aaa