BONUS ROUND 4 - PROMPT FUSION

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"Fusion is just a cheap trick to make weak prompts stronger!" - a quote from Steven Universe, probably

for this bonus round, it's all about combining two ideas. for example "high school AU" + "secret identity" or "soulmate au" + "mafia au"!

to submit a prompt or fill, reply to this post on Dreamwidth!

Fills can be in any format, and you can fill any prompt (even if it's your own or your teammates)!

for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
if you are participating as a vote-only member, use this format:
PROMPT: VOTER

for your fill  post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
if you are participating as a vote-only member, use this format:
FILL: VOTER

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 100 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each

Comments

FILL: Team OCs

[hamaonoverdrive]

Fandom: Original Work
Ship: Kei/Tess (reoccurring characters)
Word count:

404

558 with parentheticals

Note: Click underlined text such as above to expand.
This is technically too late for points but I was partway through this and wanted to play around with character voice.

Kei evaluates the menu and scans the coffeeshop. There are

not many around

5 people total; 2 people at tables working on laptops, 1 person waiting on their beverage, 1 employee making a drink, 1 employee cleaning the restroom

at this time of day, the ambient early-afternoon light bouncing in from the surrounding buildings.

A bright chime, "One iced oat latte for Ophite!" The

barista behind the counter

her gaze flits about; enqueing tasks for her job; detached and irritated

puts a plastic cup on the countertop.

A person with slicked-back blonde hair pushes past Kei and picks up the drink. The barista looks up from the empty countertop and

locks eyes

her pupils dilate by 36%; expressing personal interest

with Kei. Kei gulps. If she does not place an order soon, she will start to stand out.

She steps forward, her business shoes clacking rhythmically on the tile floor. "Uh yeah, I'll have..." she

enumerates the menu items

5 sizes of drink; 4 temperatures; 4 selections of milk; 7 types of beverages; 7 types of added flavors; up to 5 extra shots; 23,040 possible combinations, excluding drink-specific alterations

in her head and selects one path at random, "A dieci 54C latte with almond milk, no whip, two extra shots, two pumps hazelnut syrup, one pump peppermint syrup." The barista

exhales sharply

eyebrows raised, heart rate elevated by 20%; irritation and... intrigue?

.

"And do we have a name for this... specific order?"

"

Ke--

Remember: undercover!

Ken." Pause. "Kenneth."

"Ok then, Ken-Kenneth." She picks up a cup and writes on it with a loose scrawl. Placing the cup down, she starts keying in the order to the register. Her motions are

steady but indecisive

Familiarity with the software, but not these buttons; It'll come out to 51.50

. "That'll be 51.50 credits."

Kei taps her watch to the display, automatically billing her account. She nods to the

barista,

Her eyes squint at the ends; smiling with her eyes

who starts to move down the line to pull the espresso shot.

"So, what kinda job do you work where a double shot at 3 in the afternoon isn't gonna cause you problems?"

Is this.. more personal than expected? She didn't ask anything like that of the prior customer. Kei inspects the

barista's face

focused and purposeful; still intrigued; not upset?

. She bends over to pull out almond milk from a minifridge as the espresso extracts.

"I'm.. In business." Not a lie. "I'm still new, they've got me running around the clock." Also not a lie.

She

laughs

Wider and with more intonation than the laughs she's heard before; It's kind of cute

, "I shoulda figured. Not like we get many

other people

implicitly: you don't fit in with them

around here."

A tap on her shoulder. Kei turns to see

the person with the slicked-back hair

Irritated; Impatient; Not used to being ignored

from earlier. "I believe we were scheduled to meet?" Kei checks her watch. The contact must have arrived early.

To the contact, "Yes, we are. We can start while I wait for my drink." Kei turns back to the barista again. "Running me around the clock. Like I said earlier." Her contact

taps her foot

she doesn't need her cerebrat senses to understand she's irate

. "I'll be back soon!"

The barista smiles from ear to ear.

"I look forward to it!"

And she means it.