YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 7

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For this round, we want to see prompts that are based on settings or locations! For your prompts, please provide a location or setting. It can be as specific or as abstract as you want, and can be in any medium you prefer!

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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FILL: Team Anime/Manga

[hopelessgemini]

Twenty minutes into the second hour, Cinder announces that she fears she’s losing her mind. Winter is inclined to agree.

Instead of doing something useful with her time — like trying to crack open the hatch at the top so they can both climb out — she’s taken to bouncing the stress ball Whitley got her against the walls above Cinder’s head. It’s not the most productive, but it keeps Cinder from chewing her own fingers off, so it’s something.

Aside from that — the irregular thud of the ball striking metal — there’s no sound. Cinder makes the occasional passing commentary, really, and that’s it. The world has ground to a halt; there’s nothing to do except wait to fall to their deaths or pray the maintenance guy gets his fucking act together and shows up before they kill each other. A shame; Winter thinks she’d have liked to get to know Cinder better before one of them died.

The question, when it comes, startles them both. Cinder tilts her head up from where she’s been keeping it ducked so Winter doesn’t hit it and says, “What were you going to do today?”

“What?”

She gestures around them, avoiding Winter’s gaze. “Before all this. What were you going to do?”

“Oh. Um.” Winter shrugs, glancing away. “Just go home, I suppose. I’ve had a long day.”

“And now it’s even longer,” Cinder says observantly. “Yeah, that sucks. I was supposed to be having dinner with one of my —” she winces, “one of my friends, but she’s probably stuck in the lobby now.”

It’s the calmest Winter has ever seen her. “One of your friends?”

She nods. “Neo. You know her, probably. She — we almost killed each other a little while ago.”

“Ah, so like us.”

Cinder grins. “Oh, exactly like us. Except we actually used to be friends.”

“I was your friend,” Winter says, kicking her shin from across the floor.

Cinder, of course, kicks her shin right back. “Not the point, babe. She’s going to think I’ve ditched her.”

“Well, first she’s going to think there’s a broken elevator, and then she might think you ditched her in the lobby.”

Cinder kicks her shin again. “Maybe she’ll scale the wall outside.”

That would be a sight, Winter thinks; all five feet flat of Neo Politan crawling up the side of their shitty apartment building, specifically to come in through Cinder’s window and spite her. Honestly, were it not fucking freezing outside, she wouldn’t put it past her. Neo has proven herself to be capable of incredible forms of tactical revenge. “So, what will you do when she tries to murder you again?”

Cinder shrugs extravagantly. “Throw her out of my window. It’s seven stories.”