YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 4

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for this bonus round, the theme is historical fiction! prompts inspired by specific moments in (real or fictional) history.

this round will end on july 15th

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

Comments

FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

[ghostvines]

“I am letting you off with only minor penalties,” Barok van Zieks said stiffly, “because—”

“Because it was fucking hilarious,” Asougi contributed from his place lounging against the wall.

“Because,” van Zieks said, “you did only play a minor role. But next time, you will not be so lucky. Understand?”

“Whaddya mean a ‘minor role’? I was the whole brains!” Gina put her hands on her hips, then froze. “Er, I mean, if I’d done it. Which I didn’t. So… So!”

“I am sure if Miss Lestrade had done it,” Maria said, “we should be proud of her for dissecting the competition.”

“See?! Ria gets it!”

“But she did not,” Maria continued. “Pity.”

“…Yeah, pity,” Gina tacked on.

Maria was glad, for once, that the other humans were so incompetent at detecting her own facial cues; if van Zieks knew how amused she was, the meeting would probably go for another hour.

Gina slanted a mischievous grin at her.

Correction, Maria amended silently. The humans other than Miss Lestrade.

“You aren’t truly upset, Lord van Zieks,” Asougi pointed out. “They were oil barons anyway.”

A long-suffering sigh from Maria’s superior: “I suppose Inspector Lestrade could have chosen worse targets.”

“Yeah, they were all rotters,” Gina said, flipping one hand dismissively. “Uh, not that I’ve seen ’em before. Or ’eard of ’em.”

It was interesting, Maria thought, that Miss Lestrade, whose previous job had depended so strongly upon telling falsehoods, was so very terrible at them. Maria, of course, was hardly any better, on account of her lack of training; but then again she had always prided herself on telling the truth when Mama — when others were so determined to hide it.

But Maria conceded to herself that something about Gina trying to lie was deeply charming. Perhaps it was something about the way the truth nevertheless announced itself in every one of her nerves and muscles and tendons. Something about how no matter what her words might say, Gina remained so clearly herself.

“…dismissed,” van Zieks was saying. “But next time, do spare me the paperwork this has caused.”

“On it!” Gina saluted, then turned to Maria. “Oi, Ria, d’ya got any cases tonight?”

Maria ignored Asougi’s snort and van Zieks’s eyeroll, and smiled back at Gina. “I do not.”

“Great!” Gina was already dragging her out by the hand. “’Cause I’ve got somefin’ I think you’ll really like…”

-

“Your mouth tastes like the product of Apis mellifera.”

“A what?”

“Honey.”

“Oh.” Gina drew back to grin at her, eyes creasing at the corners. “Sure you don’t just think I’m sweet?”

Maria leaned in again. “More experimentation may be required, Inspector.”

“What does that — mmph!”