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

Comments

FILL: Team Kittyuri

[missiletoe]

Ship: Farcille from Dungeon Meshi

i don't know how deep space works... please accept this hand-wavey description

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“Good morning,” Marcille says brightly, stretching her arms out above her head. Or stretching as best as she can given the confines of this crappy, styrofoam-like astronaut suit.

“Actually, it isn’t morning, given the position of–”

Marcille slams the door shut in Laios’ face before he can even reach the end of that sentence. She takes a deep breath, pictures deer bounding in a field of endless grass and tries again.

“As I was saying,” she says sweetly, turning back to the portrait of Falin that’s taped to her closet doubling as a room. “Good morning. I hope the weather’s as nice wherever you are as it is here.”

Marcille risks a glance at the inky black expanse outside the window and lets out a wry chuckle.

“Well, I guess there is no weather, beside the freaky lighting storm Laios won’t stop talking about but you know what I mean.” She floats closer to the frame and tries to picture Falin beside her, sitting on her sleeping bag and telling her that it’ll all be okay. “You always knew what I meant–”

“You talking to the picture again?”

Chilchuck’s hovering by her doorway, the traitorous thing having slid open again. Marcille wishes not for the first time that this spaceship had locks. Seriously, they have an airlock so why not regular locks too?

“I wans’t asking,” Marcille says with as much patience she can muster before slamming the door shut. Again.

She turns back to the photo, her patience fraying at the ends.

“Now, where were we? Ah, that’s right, the weather. I hope–”

“Yohohohoho, breakfast’s ready!” Senshi calls, throwing her door wide open. The metal thing squeaks on its rails, threatening to come loose. Marcille really will kill everyone in this spaceship if that happens. She needs her privacy, or at least some semblance of it.

“Oh… Chilchuck mentioned you were talking to the ghost in the picture again! You know, even if you’re a young’un with an active imagination, you really shouldn’t–”

“SHE’S NOT DEAD!” Marcille shouts and promptly shoves him out of the room. At least zero-gravity’s on her side and he goes tumbling easily. Marcille slams the door shut behind it and holds it against the wall herself in a makeshift lock.

She turns back to–

To–

Ugh. Marcille resigns herself to her fate and bangs her head against the glass.

Alright, call her crazy, she’s talking to the picture. Whatever, she’s done weirder things. Probably.

And this is the only thing keeping her sane among this crowd of hooligans in deep space at this point.

It has been 129 days since Falin disappeared in a beam of light and Marcille misses her like it’s day one.

“We’re gonna find you,” Marcille tells the grainy pixels, the colors faded from the journey. She says the words like she’s trying to speak them into existence. “We’re gonna find you, Falin. Wait for me.”

Re: FILL: Team Kittyuri

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I love this AU! So much potential for the party to bounce off of each other in interesting ways (literal as well as figurative) in such a small enclosed space.

Laios’s “Actually,” and Marcille’s reaction capture the tone of the manga perfectly.