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[Eleya]

Username: Eleya
Kalon Name: Thomas
Kalon Gender: male
This one special song: Space Oddity - David Bowie
Prompt:
Starting with the title, Thomas feels a strong connection to the song Space Oddity from David Bowie. He always felt like an oddity for not being interested in technology and science. Every kid born from genetical material from former earth Kalons was supposed to help the colony. But Tommy was addicted to music. A good song needs good lyrics he tends to say. And this song has the most accurate.

“Ground Control to Major Tom”

How pleasant, his name is Thomas. He dreams of being part of a spaceship crew one day, to travel back to earth and find out how his genetical parents lived there. They played in a band together, so maybe he got his love for music from them. He dreams of sitting in a tin can, far above the moon. Looking down at planet earth, that is blue, but there is currently nothing he can do. He feels helpless, alone and like an oddity in this science- and logic-oriented colony.
Whenever he listens to this song though, he knows that one day, he will see the blue planet. He will know how Major Tom feels like when he looks down. He will probably be Major Tom himself. A little reverse probably, as he is the one coming to earth, and not getting lost, but still. He will be lost for his home planet, his colony then.

“Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows”

Even this part he feels connected to. He fears to leave someone behind, that means a lot to him. A girl he kind of likes. The only one, who seems to understand him. But as just mentioned, she would understand. She knows.
She listens to that special song with him a lot. She supports his love for music. She supports his wish to travel back to earth. She means a lot to him, and Tommy always thinks of her, when he gets to that line. I love her very much, she knows.

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❝but i'll be alright,❞ Growing up within the walls of her parent's bar, Cat is no stranger to the alcoholic environment. The familiar smell of coconut and sight of beer-bellied regulars she considers family at this point has made her almost fearless, though still just a kid. Her favorite scene, however, is the neon signs scattered around the building. The bright colors cloud her vision as she zones out, listening to the drunken conversations, and after a long day, the colors all seem to blend together into a visual paradise. The night sky outside is downed out, the stars no competition for variously-colored signs. The electric blue and hot pink rays of signs even hung in her room accompanied by the hum of partying below ease Catarina to sleep each night in the apartment above the bar, her own safe haven. ❝as long as there's light from a neon moon❞

[-pidge]

Bending down to eye level with Benji, you ask him his favourite song. "C-champion by Queen" He says, his stutter showing through his words. You scoff with laugh and such a generic song. "And why might that be?" You ask, trying to hold your final spurts of giggles. "Its j-just nice, to h-hear from someone you a-admire, that you are enough." He squeaks. You stop laughing. You take in this little innocent child, his eyes so shallow, so lonely in this world. "And, why might you feel you're not enough young one?" Benji shakes his head, "You don't need another sob story, depression is all too common these days." His words hit you like a truck. The words from a 12 year-old, the most painstakingly true sentence, you had head from someones mouth.

Benji walked of, there was nothing more he needed to say.

[bunsniff]

"Beiber? What? I-I don't love Beiber!" The kit yowled anxiously as he shuffled his headphones as far away as possible.

He looked rather confused as he huffed irritably at your interest in his music. "I can't believe you'd even say that. Who likes Beiber? Like... Kids. Girls! I'm neither of those."

You attempt to calm him down and explain that whatever music he's interested in shouldn't embarrass him. This only serves to make him look like a kicked puppy. "How many times do I have to tell you? I don't like Beiber!"

A moment of silence passes between the two of you as you simply quirk a brow at him. Yeah, you don't believe him--I don't believe him--he doesn't even believe himself.

A long sigh is drawn from his lips as he goes limp in his seat in defeat. "Fine. I was listening to Intentions by Justin Beiber." A withdrawn look settles in his eyes as he sighs. "I can't wait for the day I can also give someone love. My intentions are to love someone wholeheartedly."

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Tomorrow

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Extending to next Saturday by request. It's a long extension so there won't be any after this!

[fish-soda]

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Kalon name: Imani || Song: Dead Meadow - Babbling Flower

"𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 '𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛
𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑.."
Imani had been abandoned, and this realm in which he was left was
not normal. The sky was even of a color he couldn't name, and the
alien creatures that surrounded him whispered in foreign tongues,
their eyes shifting back and forth, mocking with threatening gestures.
But here was a new voice that stood out, sudden; eerily comforting -

"𝙶𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.. 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎."
The creatures had swiftly parted at the sound of the singer's voice,
and the few that had lingered took off just as fast when his form had
blended through the fog and into view. His song was like an effect that
just frightened the evil away, and while this stranger may have been a
threat himself, the lone and exposed kit was too tired yet entranced
to run again. He felt hope, which he thought he may never again. Was
he to be saved?

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎."
Although the adult Kalon seemed to speak right to him, as he was now
close enough to meet eyes, Imani thought that he must need to keep
singing as a barrier from the dark spirits around them. In the moment,
the stranger's gaze of kindness and the unexpected promise that he
would not be harmed was the most comforting, and Imani instantly
pulled himself up from where he was huddled to follow the stranger
through the trees of the intimidating forest.

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜
𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞."
Imani didn't fully understand the lyrics of the song, save for the one
line of promise that was made, and if he had not been so weary he
may not have believed it so easily. But, captivated by the way they
were sung and the hope of safety, he had. Juri had kept his promise,
and saved the kit from abandonment and loneliness.

In time, Imani learned that this song was actually from Earth, and
one that his father loved so much that he used it to create the bond
between them, as fitting as it was. And, because of this, this song
became the one with the most meaning to Imani. It had saved him
just as much as Juri, became his lullaby and comforting words, and
was his protection from the evil that lurked in this world. It also
became the song he changed to, for he followed in the path Juri
set out for him and, to be like his father, shifted into a demonic
entity for the sake of their existences. The meek had become the
adaptable.

◯ "Abandonment" (Art piece 01) ◯

The formation of the babbling flower: When the time had come for
him to transform, the words of his song lulled his mind into a state of
immense comfort, as they always have. The act of changing forms had
naturally stirred up great fear and anxiety, but he was ecstatic to be
like his father, to hold the same powers and perhaps even more to help
protect them both. After the lightning struck and as his body had
twisted with the change of blood, the membranes of his eyes tearing
and reforming to give him new sight of the spirits, his senses flickering
like static as they heightened, he still managed to sing the song to
himself. They were unstoppable now, the Babbling Flower and the End
of Beauty. No eyes would be cast upon either of them.

◯ "Revival" (Art piece 02) ◯

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[dreamyEnding]

This ends, checks wrist, tomorrow!