YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 2

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For this bonus round, the prompts will all be dialogue!

This will be somewhat similar to "Adopt a Line" threads on older writing forums. For prompts, post a line or lines of dialogue. For fills, post something that uses the dialogue, or is inspired by the dialogue. Your prompt can be any length, from one line to an entire conversation.

This round will end on June 16th.

Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.

You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!

for your prompt post title, please use the following format:

PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

for your fill post title, please use the following format:

FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 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

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PROMPT: Team Rosemary

[cosmicabsurdism]

"Her?!"

FILL: Team Kittyuri

[missiletoe]

“Her?” Kitty gasps, slamming her jaw shut with her free hand. She still gets shot a dirty look by the Secretary of State’s niece’s cousin’s boyfriend’s daughter or something like that.

Q’s sigh is tinny in her ear.

“Yes, Kitty. Her.”

“But s-she’s so… she’s so pretty and gorgeous and she looks so smart too and she’s nothing like President Lim, who’s a stone-cold bitch! Ah, Q, don’t tell anyone I said that!”
Q’s sigh in response feels like it could shake the floor from across the line.

“Said what?” he asks and Kitty breathes a sigh of relief. “But for the record, it might do you some good to not talk shit about your boss.”

“I know, I know,” she says, exasperated. She tries, she really does, but President Lim has a way of taking all her boundaries and pressing against them like a boxer thrown across the ropes. “I’ll… work on it.”

“Good. For starters, let’s actually focus on your task of protecting the president’s daughter rather than stalking her?”

Right. Right. Guarding the president’s daughter who also happens to be the most gorgeous person in the room, scratch that–the most gorgeous person Kitty has ever seen.

“I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“Kitty–”

“Hi!” she says, sliding onto the barstool next to her. Yuri glances up over the rim of her glass like a fly’s landed on the counter. “I’m Kitty. What’s your name?”

Yuri sips on her straw like she’s contemplating responding.

“Yuri,” she says finally. She sticks out one hand in a greeting and because Kitty is a completely sane and normal individual, she shakes it instead of imploding it on the spot.

“Your dress looks amazing on you. Are you alone?”

Well, that’s one way of assessing the target’s surroundings. Q’s groan is unnecessarily loud in her ear.

“Remember, you’re supposed to protect the president’s daughter, not seduce her,” he hisses over the line.

Yuri tips her head.

“Did you hear something?” she asks, leaning in closer. Oh god, Kitty is not going to survive this night. If she doesn’t die from cuteness exposure, President Lim will murder her herself for just looking at her daughter.

“Nope! I mean, yes, it must be the music! Hahahaha, I love this song,” Kitty prattles on with absolutely no awareness of the soundtrack. Yuri finally pulls back and cocks her head to listen.

“... you love Baby by Justin Bieber?”

Oh god. Kitty’s adding a new cause of death to the list: social suicide.

“Hahaha, I mean who doesn’t? It’s such… a classic!” She clasps her hands together and prays to god that Yuri buys it.

Whether she believes it or not, Yuri eventually lets the matter drop, like water slipping out of her hands.

“Remind me to show you actually good music sometime,” she says off-handedly before jumping straight off the topic. Sometime? When is sometime? Can Kitty get a time, date and place to pencil into her non-existent calendar? “What brings you to today’s banquet? Stuffy parents? Dragged along by an annoying boyfriend? Curiosity?”

Kitty blinks. She had a whole alibi memorized at the beginning of the night–a full dossier really–but her mind goes blank at the sound of the pounding music and the dizzying lights. And Yuri, of course. It’s probably just Yuri.

She throws her training out the window and starts at the top of the list.

“Um no! No, my parents didn’t drag me here–my dad used to make me stay in rather than go out when I was a kid. And no, I don’t have any girlfriend to drag me out to fancy parties. Not right now, at least.”

“Real smooth,” Q mutters. Kitty does not appreciate the unsolicited commentary. She fishes in her mind for information about whatever the fuck was the purpose of President Lim’s most recent banquet.

“P-Peace is what brought me here today! Yeah, I just love peace so much, so I’m here. Because everyone here loves peace too. Yep, yep!”
It’s over for her. Kitty’s jumped off the deep end. Scratch that, she’s twenty thousand leagues under the sea, crawling on the floor with other ocean scum.

Thankfully, Yuri looks more amused than perturbed.

“The banquet today is about ending world hunger, Kitty,” she snickers. Kitty would very much like to eviscerate on the spot.

“Right,” she says, swinging her hand back and forth like it’ll somehow make her thoughts flow faster. God, that’s actually the opposite of what she needs. She needs her somersaulting brain to slow down, if anything.

“Hey, stick out your hand real fast,” Yuri says, rolling up her sleeves. Kitty blinks at her.

“What?”

“Come on, just do it!”

She eventually sighs and complies, at which point Yuri slips an arm into her dress. What the fuck plays like a tape left on loop in her mind.

Kitty swears she’s not gonna scream, she’s not gonna scream, she’s not gonna–

“Huh,” Yuri says. She throws a knife on the counter between them and it clatters loudly against the marble. “Well, that’s not very peaceful.”

Ah. That wasn’t in the mission description.

“I can explain,” Kitty stammers frantically. This isn’t even about losing the prettiest girl in the world anymore. This is about losing her job. “I’m Secret Service! Your mom asked me to look out for you.”

Yuri groans as she sticks her hand out, palm-up. Kitty goes frantically fishing in her tiny hand-purse for her wallet.

“Again? I told Mom, for the last time, that I am perfectly capable of protecting myself!”

Kitty finally finds her ID tucked into the back of her wallet and slaps it into Yuri’s waiting palm. Because she’s a professional, she doesn’t melt on the spot at the skin contact.

Yuri squints at the plastic.

“Katherine?” she reads. Kitty groans in lieu of a proper response.

“Please. Just call me Kitty.”

“Alright,” Yuri sighs. “I like it. Kitty’s cute.” For one fleeting, delusional second, Kitty allows herself to believe that she isn’t talking about her name.

“Well, this has been fun,” Yuri says suddenly, tapping her empty glass against the table. When did she even drink it all? “But I’m getting out of here.”

Kitty gapes at her like a fish out of water.

“But–you can’t go! My orders were to–”

“Let me rephrase that,” Yuri says, leaning back down onto the counter to look her in the eye. “I’m leaving this stuffy ballroom, are you coming with me or not?”

Kitty wonders when the lump in her throat became too big to swallow.

“As your handler, I have to say this is unprofessional,” Q whispers and she jumps at the sudden noise. Kitty almost forgot he was on the line. “But as your best friend, I say go for it, girl!!”

Yuri tosses her head back and laughs. Kitty thinks it’s a beautiful thing and she’s not even sure if she’s referring to the sight or the sound.

“Come on, don’t you wanna get out of here?”

Kitty nods, smiles and takes her hand.