for this bonus round, the theme is competition! pretty open-ended, prompts that are about some sort of competition! this round will end on july 31st!
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yurishippingolympics2024-07-16 11:56 pm
PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
The concept is simple: put a phone into Winter’s hands and see what she does with it. Cinder does it most days, anyway — her lack of boundaries tends to win out against her protectiveness over her possessions, and Winter never seems to mind. She just sort of lets things happen to her where Cinder is concerned.
The actual execution turns out to be a little harder, mostly because Winter grew up under an actual manor-shaped rock and has no idea what most of the apps on either of their phones even do. Cinder conveniently forgets this until she turns to her on the couch and says, “What is this? I don’t understand.”
“Oh,” Cinder says, remembering, “it’s a game.”
“Well, yes, I gathered that. What’s the objective?”
“Oh,” she says again, “I forgot you needed orders to do, like, anything.”
“Not everything,” Winter mutters, frowning adorably. She holds Cinder’s phone out to her with an expression somewhere between expectant and pleading, and because it’s funny, Cinder takes pity on her.
“You’ve just gotta walk around and do tasks. You’ll catch on, don’t worry.”
“Tasks,” Winter echoes — she should have known that would be the word she latched onto first — “and how, um. How do I use the controls?”
//
“I think I’ve been murdered,” Winter announces.
Cinder glances up from the book she’s been pretending to read and glances over Winter’s shoulder. She has, it seems, indeed been murdered. “Huh,” she says. “Yeah, that’s just how it goes. Who did it?”
She scrunches her face up, frowning. “I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings.”
“Probably how you died in the first place. Come here,” she says, holding her arms out, “they’re gonna vote someone out, I want to see who.”
WInter’s confused expression doesn’t vanish, but she presses into Cinder’s side regardless, holding the phone screen out between them. “So, this is. Space wink murder?”
“Something like that,” Cinder agrees. She’s never actually played wink murder, but it sounds posh enough to have made up the majority of Winter’s childhood, so she doesn’t say anything else on the subject. Even though there’s probably only so many times you can play a murder game with three people before it gets boring. “Man, I hope you get impostor next round. I can’t wait to see you figure out how to do that.”
“Do what?” Winter asks, perfectly innocent.
Re: FILL: Team Anime/Manga
FILL: Team Griddlehark
They stand together in the electrical room. Nova’s spacesuit is a sleek black, contrasting delightfully with the blinding white of her own uniform. Too bad it’s soon to be covered in guts ‘n’ gore.
Kiriona does not dare fuck with the woman in the grey suit — Millie — or the one in yellow — Crown — and she’s even tentative to kill the one donned in cyan, despite the way she seems to dance around her in every empty room. Almost baiting, she would say, if she didn’t know any better.
The Gaia girl is, unfortunately, a complete fucking sucker. In more ways than one, she grins to herself.
Absurdly, she thinks first of giving head.
Second comes her alien tendrils, twisting impatiently inside her open wound of a chest.
“Nova,” she calls gleefully. Oh, she’s gonna fuck this bitch up good.
“Griddle,” Nova’s voice returns flatly, “I do insist you call me Harrow.”
Kiriona’s nose wrinkles. “Well, call me whatever the hell you like, as long as you’re screaming my name.”
(There is a sputtering over the — mic? No, the intercom. Static shaped like sound — like uncontrollable fucking laughter. She didn’t even intend the innuendo… this time.)
“I despise you,” Nova sighs, “so dearly.” And: “Get on with it.”
“Whuh — hey,” she whines. “You had me figured out?”
“Ever since you butchered Tettares,” she says dryly. “He cursed you out rather loudly.”
“Whatever,” Gaia sniffs. It’s not like this affects her in any way at all. “C’mere, girl.”
The scene flashes red — fades to black.
-
‘VICTORY’, emboldened across the top of the — oh, to hell with it now — iPad screen. Weird little bean thing standing proudly in the center.
Which is, coincidentally, what Gideon calls her c—
“Oh, good game, Gideon Nav,” Dulcinea rejoices, admiration evident in her voice.
“It was nothing, ma’am.” Gideon pictures tipping an imaginary hat, face flushed.
“I introduced you to this stupid game,” Isaac bemoans, “and you betrayed me!”
“Get good,” Gideon snarks — to a chorus of utter despair and disappointment.
So begins another round.
Re: FILL: Team Griddlehark