[psychonauts]

username: Sprout;;

name: Amaretto

what are they mad about?: She has a quite fiery temper to begin with, so frequenting a rowdy bar doesn't help her cause much. She seems to always pick fights with random guests over random things such as a small remark, bumping into her, or something as insignificant as looking at her funny. Amaretto is infamous for her attitude, but the drinks may have something to do with it, too. [65 words]

[kyum-]

username: kyum-
name: ixora
what are they mad about?:
nothing better than being dragged along onto a cruise without your consent where you're probably going to drown and be lost forever to rile up one's feathers. this is ixora.

now, ixora didn't mind not knowing where he was being brought to - to begin with, at least. but then it was when the harbour came to view that his stomach twisted in ways he knew were horrible. he was just about ready to break into and hot-wire the car parked next to their own, but his friends merely picked him up and brought him for their little surprise trip [s]to hell[/s] on the cruise ship, ixora screaming curses from the top of his lungs as he was carried further from the safety of land.

he loves his friends, he really does. he would hurt anyone who caused them any pain. but then here he was, stuck in the middle of the freaking ocean with nothing else in sight. he couldn't stop the thoughts from getting to him: the ocean was so vast and big and nowhere - it scared every fibre in his being. what if they crashed into an iceberg? what if there was a murderer aboard? what if- what if they just started sinking and the crew abandoned them? what if sharks attacked? snakes? oh god-- they were all going to die and nobody would find out.

so he wobbled his way to the bar and fanta'd his fears away - only, it didn't work. the world was swaying and rocking; there wasn't a chance he could escape from the reality of it. irked and afraid, he could only relieve some of his stresses by throwing snide remarks and challenge around the room. and when he got into arguments, it seemed to work, even if it was just for a little while. in the end, he yelled.

"FIGHT ME, YOU COWARDS."

[bee]

username: nosebleed
name: honey
what are they mad about?:
the bar was already overcrowded and getting a bit stuffy, and this rowdy girl wasn't doing much help. with every concerned paw from a bystander reaching for her arm to calm her down, the kalon would roll up her sleeves and pinch her flushed face, curses and threats rolling out of her mouth in a little thunder storm. emphasis on little; this girl barely came up to the other's shoulders! the bartender's request and your curiosity draws you in. as the other pitiful rescuers back away from the spitfire, you step closer.
tilting your head, you ask if she needs any help. angry eyes dart to meet yours and her hands are placed dramatically on her hips. "help? oh, I don't need any help! you best giddy up on outta here before I beat ya so bad that you'll need help!" her southern drawl spit at you as she jabbed a little finger into your chest.
after a bit of time (and great patience) you get the little golden kalon to calm down and have a seat, the bystanders heaving a sigh of relief. you learn her name is honey, which you find ironic. you hand her the lemon water that the bartender had given you, and she holds the cup with two paws, taking little sips and huffing from time to time. you finally ask what ever could be wrong, what could get a little lady like her so riled up?
"oh, he left me right before the cruise! ran away with that little thing he's been sneaking around with from across the street. can you believe that? loaded both of em in that big ol' truck of his and said, 'bye bye honey!'" she was now flustered with rosy cheeks and teary eyes. you don't quite know who "he" was, but you can take a guess. you assure her she's a beautiful girl that doesn't need anyone! in fact, she can hang out with you for the rest of the cruise. she seemed like a sweetheart when she wasn't trying to brawl with everyone in the bar. she sniffles and thanks you, a little smile spreading on her lips. she finishes her drink and mumbles a little apology to the bartender, then the both of you walk out the doors, the kalons along the way taking a few steps back in fear of the little lady swinging again.
(400 words babey)

[Simonpet]

Username: Simonpet
Name: Donald "Conny" Congac
What is he mad about?

Conny was pissed. Today, nothing seemed to be going his way. First, there had been a group of chatty young girls who had refused to let him through with his luggage until he had "said the magic word." After trying out every polite word he could think of and failing to come up with the "right" one, he had simply pushed past the group to their shock and anger. They had started taunting him, mocking his inability to come up with their word. Conny hadn't cared; all he had wanted was to get to his room in peace and that had been ruined.

When he had gotten to his room, he had discovered that either he had unfortunately-thin walls, or obnoxiously loud neighbors. On both sides. He could hear music on his right (and though it wasn't something he hated, he hadn't been in the mood to listen to it particularly after the girls) and someone talking loudly on the left. He had unpacked aggressively, having half a mind to simply leave the cruise before things got even worse but decided that he'd give the rest of the day a try.

He had wandered around for a bit and in fact, his day had improved somewhat as the crew members were nice to him, and most of the other people on board were happy to respect his need for space. However, his experience earlier hung like a raincloud over his thoughts. Every time someone was a little too slow to get out of his way, or looked at him "funny" (he had realized from an early age that his bright colors made him stand out in almost every crowd), he silently grew more and more upset. Finally, things reached their peak in the bar.

He had come in, expecting a nice time. And the bartender, Brandy, was nice. But most of the others in the bar weren't. Whether it was because they'd had a few drinks or something else was going on, everything seemed to be rubbing Conny the wrong way.

"Be more quiet," he muttered, looking at the table in front of him with a sneer. "I don't need you idiots taking up any more of my time." By chance, someone standing nearby happened to take offense. She was smaller than he was, but with an amount of fur that almost rivaled his. He would have laughed had she not been looking at him.

"What did you call me?" she asked softly.

That was it. He hadn't even meant the insult for her but Conny tensed regardless. He'd had enough of this place and was almost ready to be kicked out, if that was what it took. "I called you an idiot," he said in a too-loud voice. "Ya wanna contest it?"

The diminutive Kalon snarled. "Oh yeah?" she hissed. "Well why'd you even come here? Actually, how'd they let you on if all you're going to be doing is sitting here and--"

Conny snapped. He leaped forward, intending to punch her, only to get a painful jab to his side. He growled and then...blanked.The next thing he knew, a burly female was holding him down.

"Stay down!" she bellowed at him. "Stay down or I'll flay you!" Conny was so shocked that he couldn't even think of a response. The Kalon looked as though she could, with her broad shoulders and well-muscled limbs. Her tail flicked back and forth angrily and he clenched his teeth, trying not to insult her. His head was still woozy but he was fairly sure that she was escorting him--yes, she was. He was walking. They were walking back to his room. How did she know where to go? Did he tell her? He must have told her. He was getting more tired and the last thing he remembered her saying to stay out of bar fights or else she'd "settle it the way the Captain did." Well that wasn't an ominous ending to a terrible day. He hit the bed and fell asleep.

[Olive;]

username: Olive;
name: Keahi
what are they mad about?: I heard the most wonderful reviews on this cruise! Everyone was saying how amazing and accommodating the crew was. The atmosphere? Fantastic! The dining? Wonderful! The spa services? Absolutely relaxing.
As I was browsing online, a number of photos caught my eye. Kalons were posing all over the ship with their dogs and cats. So I thought it would be no problem if I brought my own pets, too.
But as soon as I walked into the bar, shrieks and yelling ensued. Immediately, a 5 foot radius of free space opened up all around me. What the heck? What happened to the "fantastic atmosphere" from the reviews? I passed it off as people still recovering from their long day of travel to get here, and I walked up to the bar. "One strawberry daiquiri, please."
As I settled into my seat, I set my carrier down. The faint hum of the bees inside calmed my nerves. One alighted on my arm, and I smiled. "Hello, friend."
"Is that a bee?!" another bar customer cried out. "God, get it away from me!" Her cries caused other heads to turn. Kalons began to cautiously scoot away from where I was seated. However, one kalon began to walk towards me, a menacing look on her face.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" I growled, my hands balling into fists. I ran at her, more fiery than the lava that erupts from the face of the earth. Power flowed through my fists, and I delivered punch after punch until she was knocked out on the floor.
She breathed raggedly. "My partner is allergic to bees, you inconsiderate jerk."
Before I could react, a strong kalon hoisted me on their back and over to the exit. "Wait!" I cried, "What's going to happen to my emotional support bees?" The kalon sighed deeply.
"As much as I can attest to the benefits of emotional support animals, being a licensed therapist and all, the cruise is probably going to make you send them back home."
"What the heck? It’s like they’re trying to make me have 2 mental breakdowns per day on this godforsaken cruise!"
The kalon hesitated. "Well, I suppose you could talk to me if you ever needed support."
"Ohmygod, do you mean it? I definitely need that, I’m a total mess," I laughed nervously.
"Uh.... I’m getting paid for this, right?"

[chanhee.]

username: retrosolstice
name: mike
what are they mad about?: mike tried to ignore the pain in his leg. the radiating heat from the cut he'd gotten on his calf wss ticking him off, and the way people looked at him limping around sent a wave of anxiety over him. his temper high, he was itching to relieve it somehow, so when he overheard someone comment to their friend about his limp, he clenched his fists and turned to confront them. things went down hill rather quickly, and it took all mike had not to throw a fist at the man in front of him, but he backed down and left the scene quickly, heading over to the bar and ordering a whiskey, sitting nearly silent and overthinking the interaction, letting his anger take over his mind as he drank.

[HoneyLavender࿐]

username: Ana the Derp
name: Baari Mikko (mikko)
what are they mad about?: wip. spilled drink and budding love

[2246]

username: Nikolina
name: Jericho
what are they mad about?: (50 words min.) Res with a pirate boy (maybe?) that has an ant problem.
Ants ate his ship? Home? 🤔 they ate something all right.
Poor guy

Wip

[booklover789]

username:
booklover789

name:
Tiana Foxtrot Whisky

what are they mad about?:
Tiana really gets angry whenever anyone insults her family or friends. The minute anybody speaks up and slanders her family's good name or her friends' good reputations, her fists don't slow in their furious punching attacks. Trained in several martial art techniques, Tiana can kick butt and seriously rough others up if she gets angry enough. If you ever dare to throw a punch her way, she'll be able to not only stop your appendage in mid-air, but also whoop your butt in less time than a bunny takes to shake its tail. Even though she has her moments of anger, Tiana isn't known for her furious attitude. Most individuals are smart enough to steer clear of her on her bad days, and those that aren't tend to get socked in the nose. And, thankfully, her bad days are few and far between. But even on her good days, she'll hospitalize anybody who even utters a single syllable against her friends and family, as she has sworn to protect them at all costs.

[Meduz]

username: Meduz
name: Ambrose

what are they mad about?:

Tris had been sitting quietly at the bar, sipping a mojito and trying not to worry about finding inspiration or writing. When the bartender approached her she felt quite sorry for him but wasn't really sure how she could help, nevertheless she made her way over to the rowdy group.

Tris approaches the group and notices that the disturbance seemed to be originating from one kalon in particular. The somewhat drunken group had surrounded an orange-red kalon who is visibly agitated, and gesturing aggressively in the face of a much larger kal. You could feel that there was a fight about to begin, and there was no way the smaller kalon could win. Tris glances back towards Brandon... no Randy... the bartender (she's never been good with names), she can't even see the bar due to the size of the queue, the bartender is far to busy doing his job to help her. She wonders if she'd ever seen anything like a security guard or bouncer since they arrived on the S.S. Krab, but she decided that wasn't likely. Nope, she'd have to deal with this situation herself.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Tris pushes her way into the surrounding group, and stands near where the problem seemed to be coming from.

"Who the hell are you?" For a moment the problem seemed forgotten as the whole group turns towards Tris, they seem somewhat upset by her nosiness. Tris stands her ground and waits for someone to give her an explanation. After a second multiple voices start to shout multiple stories, some accusing the orange-red kalon of having deliberately spilt a drink on one of their group, some shouting something about a girlfriend, and Tris was pretty sure someone just shouted that they were only there for the fight.

Tris looks with pity towards the orange-red kalon, his fur has softened slightly and his posture is slumped. He seems more dejected than angry now, as if he'd just realised he was fighting a losing battle. "Hey, let's us two get the hell out of here?" The orange-red kalon nods and shoves his way through the surrounding kals with somewhat more force than was truly necessary, Tris follows him.

The pair make their way through the ship to the deck, they stand leaning their elbows on the railing looking out over the turquoise sea. The orange red kal produces a hip flask from somewhere in his fur and angles it towards Tris, Tris shakes her head slightly but smiles and asks, "Do you wanna tell me what that was all about?" The orange-red kalon takes a hefty swig from the flask, bites his bottom lip to hide a tremble and grips the railing firmly.

"Why'd you come on this cruise in the first place?" he asks, it seems like an attempt to deflect the question but Tris stays quiet. "Bet you got that damn flyer just like everyone else." He laughs, a single pained breath of air, cursing his own fate. "I came to get away. My damn fiance...." He stops, pausing to swallow and resist the tears that threatened to spill over. "That was her new boyfriend down there at the bar, he's a right jerk... acting like he can take whatever the hell he likes from me. I mean what are the chances they'd be here? That stupid flipping flyer." He took another deep sip from his hip flask, and continued to stare determinedly at the horizon.

"Well... that's pretty... that sucks mate." Tris never quite knows what to say, "You know if you need someone to hang out with for the rest of the cruise, you could hang out with me? New friends are a lot less... complicated than old ones."

Tris reaches out and touches the kalon on the shoulder, his eyes move from the horizon to her face. He smiles a half smile, "Sure I'd like that, I think I'm going to hit the hay now though."

Tris stretches her arm around the kalon, in a half hug. "Goodnight then, I will see you tomorrow."

Tris wanders back to the bar, she wants to write about lost love, betrayal, loneliness. She takes out her notepad and begins to make notes, stopping after just a second as she realised she'd never even asked his name and now had the awkward task of asking before it was too late.