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 ACE ATTORNEY

[ghostvines]

The edge of the world is not spectacular.

Kiyomi had been imagining a beautiful ice-swept vista, maybe an ominous volcano bubbling on the side. At the very least she’d expected the water to be clean. But here they are, staring down at a rocky shoreline, upon which an entirely ordinary ocean laps. Kiyomi can see an empty waterbottle drifting in its currents.

“So this is it,” Misa says.

There’s a thread of anxiety in her voice. Kiyomi doesn’t look over, but she does knock Misa’s shoulder with her own briefly and listens as Misa exhales, a little ragged.

“This is it,” Kiyomi agrees.

It’s not fair. It’s not.

“I’ve been told,” Misa says, “that you humans call this the ‘Pacific Ocean.’”

“And I expect you elves call it the Sea of Wonders, is that it?” Kiyomi snips back.

“No,” Misa says. “We call it the Fall.”

Kiyomi swallows.

“You’re sure you couldn’t take me with you?”

“It’s not allowed,” Misa mumbles. “Only elves can make it over the edge. Everyone else just — sails right back to where they started, once they’re noticed by the authorities, and they always are. Old magic or something.”

“I could sneak in,” Kiyomi says. “If you wanted me to. I can be very quiet.”

“There’s one more problem,” Misa says. “You can’t go back.”

“…Oh.”

Kiyomi supposes it makes sense. It’s falling off the edge of the world, after all. Not very likely that someone could come back from that.

“I used to think,” Misa says, staring at the floor, “that of course I’d want my boyfriend to come with me, when I passed on. What’s the point of love if you wouldn’t die for them, right? It was the most romantic thing in the world to me.”

“And it’s not anymore?”

“Well, you’re hardly a boyfriend,” Misa says.

“Misa.”

Misa makes a little finger gun and fires it at Kiyomi’s forehead with a bang! Then grins. It’s wan, though, not Misa-like at all. “I don’t know. It’s still beautiful, I guess. But I don’t — want you to die.”

“I’d be with you,” Kiyomi says.

Misa makes a frustrated noise. “Yes, but — I — I’d be taking you away from everything you ever loved, and I. I don’t want that any more. Even if I’m alone.”

“Misa…”

“I like you, Kiyomi,” Misa says. She’s shaking. “I love you, yeah, but love’s easy for me because I’m sick in the head. But it’s not just that, I — I like you. I really, really fucking like you. And I don’t want —”

She trails off, then.

Kiyomi reaches and takes her hand.

“I like you too,” she says.

Misa shudders, then breathes out. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, I know.”

They watch the ocean for a while more. The bottle, Kiyomi notices, has drifted ashore. It’s stuck in the sand now.

“Five more years,” Kiyomi says, as gently as she knows how.

Misa nods.

“It’s a lot of time.”

“Yeah,” Misa murmurs. “It is.”

They turn and leave the Fall for another day.