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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

FILL: TEAM CATRADORA

Date: 2023-09-07 05:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hopelessgemini

words: 876

ship: suletta mercury/miorine rembran

extra notes: couldnt get everything i wanted out of this one bc i ran out of time

“We’re not very well-equipped,” Nuno observes dryly, flicking on the torch on his phone. The dim light, hardly enough to illuminate the first few feet of the hallway, throws his face into sharp relief, and Suletta jumps a little.

“It’s a good thing there’s no such thing as ghosts, isn’t it?” Chuchu snaps. “Or we’d all be screwed.”

She kicks at a broken floorboard, jutting out through a tear in the carpet, and flinches when it cracks and splinters under the sole of her boot.

“Pretty sure destroying the house is the number one way to make the ghosts mad at us,” Nika says serenely. She pulls her own torch out of her pocket and steps past them into the corridor beyond, shoulders squared, and with a sigh Chuchu follows behind her.

They wind up filing through the hallway and into the living room in a neat line — Nika, then Chuchu, then Nuno and Ojelo, Till and Aliya and Lilique and Martin and finally Suletta, clutching her own shitty torch to her chest and trying to steady her breathing.

She’s not afraid of ghosts. She’s afraid of her mother’s ghost.

This is why, when she rams straight into Martin’s back and finds him staring in shock at the pale girl curled up on the dilapidated couch in the centre of the room — transparent book in her lap and all — the noise that comes out of her is something close to a relieved laugh.

The girl doesn’t even look up. The other Earth House kids are rapidly making themselves scarce (or, well, Chuchu is starting to shove them all out of the room, hissing something about proof enough), and Suletta is too delighted at the prospect of not having to confront another fragment of her past in another creepy old building to really notice her tugging urgently at her sleeve and then promptly giving up.

“Cowards,” the girl says idly, turning a page of her book. Suletta has heard the voices of ghosts before — is probably the only Earth House kid who has — and still the amusement in her tone surprises her, keeps her rooted in place. The girl isn’t speaking to her, she’s sure of it, and yet —

“Sorry for bothering you, i-it’s just — well, we heard rumours of a ghost haunting this house and my f-friends think it might have been my family.”

“Your family,” she muses. Not a question. “I don’t recognise you, Suletta Mercury.”

“How do you know my name?”

The girl lifts a hand, still without looking up at her, and points to the name badge on the lapel of her jacket.

“Oh,” Suletta manages. They’d all come straight from work up to the house at the end of the drive — she hadn’t even thought to change her clothes. “Well, what’s yours?”

That prompts her to look up, and — oh. “Miorine Rembran,” she says evenly, “the last daughter of the Rembran line. You — I don’t know of any Mercury ghosts.”

“H-how about any Samayas?”

Miorine frowns. “You don’t sound like you want an answer. Where are your friends?”

Probably standing in the doorway and peering at her. Suletta doesn’t turn around to check. “I’m sure they’ll wait for me.”

She hums. “Why are they dragging you along to look for a family you don’t want to find?”

It probably shouldn’t make Suletta smile, but it does. Her friends have always been kind. “‘Cause we want to know if they’re gone for good.”

Miorine closes the book slowly, contemplatively. If Suletta didn’t know any better — couldn’t see the fabric of the couch through her shoulder — she would think she was alive, vibrant. There’s warmth in the small smile that turns up the corners of her mouth and warmth in her eyes and in her voice when she says, “Do you know anything of ghosts, Suletta Mercury?”

“I-I like to think I do,” Suletta says. It comes out a little weak, a little unsure. Maybe Miorine just has that effect on people. “I see them more often than most people.”

Her eyebrows lift. “How interesting. People with the Sight don’t come by my house often.”

You must be lonely, Suletta thinks, but she’s smart enough to know not to say that thought out loud. Past experience has proven to her that there’s nothing worse than getting on the wrong side of a ghost.

“Oh,” she settles on, “really?”

Miorine lifts one translucent shoulder. “It’s not so bad. You already know that, though.”

She gestures, then, for Suletta to sit down beside her. It’s a little foolish of her, but she goes without hesitation. She doesn’t exactly understand why, really, but she thinks she’d do anything just to get that small smile to stretch wider.

\

They talk for the rest of the night.

The rest of the Earth House kids don’t leave the house, either, which is kind of them. When she steps outside the room in the early morning daylight they bombard her with questions about the ghost girl and what she’d learned about her mother and her sister, and when the only answer she can offer them is a guilty smile and an invitation from Miorine to come back and visit, the groans she gets in response are more fond than anything else.

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