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YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 7
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
Prompt: Team Magnus
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
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.”
Fill: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Words: 255
Notes: Inspired by actual events that happened many years ago when I was a legislative page for the state of [redacted] in high school, in which I played the role of Zoe, the son of a state legislator played the role of Kokoro, and nobody played the role of Undine because it wasn’t that kind of story until I turned it into one for yuri reasons.
——
Kokoro flipped her phone shut.
“Zoe says she’ll call maintenance. They should be able to get us out of here soon.” And, after a brief pause: “Do you think she’s judging me?”
Undine responded, face to the wall and back still to Kokoro. “I’m judging you.”
“Look. I may have gotten us into this mess, but I’m getting us out of it too.”
“You got us into this mess,” Undine said slowly, “by pressing every single button in this elevator at once.”
“It was an experiment! I wanted to see-”
“In a rickety elevator that’s at least twice as old as we are.”
“I’ll admit that my-”
“While the elevator was halfway between two floors.”
Kokoro sighed. “Okay, fine, you’re right. This wasn’t my brightest moment.”
This finally got Undine to turn around. She still wasn’t showing any cracks in her facade of faux outrage.
(Kokoro really hoped she was right that it was faux outrage.)
“We’re just lucky that you have a cell phone. We could have been stuck in here for hours!”
“But I do have a cell phone, and I’m sure someone would have tried to use the elevator soon enough even if I didn’t. And besides,” Kokoro lowered her voice, “you’re forgetting the most important part.”
“What’s that?”
“As long as this thing is stuck, nobody can walk in on us making out.”
Undine shoved Kokoro back, and then - with her first smile since the elevator had ground to a halt - pushed her against the wall and kissed her.
FILL: Team Kittyuri
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“Hold the door!”
Kiara looks up from the First-Day itinerary inked onto her phone screen, trying to find the source of the scream. She sticks a hand in front of the closing elevator doors regardless and watches as they slide back open.
“H-HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!” the voice yells, closer this time, and Kiara watches, amused, as a tiny figure finally rounds the corner, clutching a briefcase that looks like it’s bursting at the seams.
The girl crashes more than walks into the elevator, panting against the railing when she finally makes it. The doors slide shut behind her and a paper threatens to slip out of the leather case when she tips it too far downwards. Kiara pushes it back into place for her.
“Sorry,” the girl says, brushing her bangs out of her face. Cute, Kiara thinks involuntarily and then mentally slaps herself to bring herself back to reality. “I-It’s my first day as an intern and I was really scared that I’d be late to my first meeting on my first day and then my boss would fire me and I would have to go back to the trenches of LinkedIn not to say that I don’t like it here because I’m Very Excited about working here and being a corporate slave oh god I didn’t mean it like that–I’ve said too much, haven’t I?”
“No worries,” Kiara replies smoothly. The girl has a strand of hair matted to her forehead and Kiara taps her own skin once to gesture for her to move it. The girl goes cross-eyed in the mirror trying to find it before finally slapping herself a few times across the forehead. “I’m Kiara and it’s my first day as an intern for the Sales team.”
“Ohmygod, you’re an intern too?” the girl yelps, pointing at her in disbelief. “B-But you’re so cool and so mature-looking and so professional?!”
Kiara blinks, stunned into silence.
“I meant that in a good way!” the girl adds quickly. “I’m Mandy, did I say that yet?”
Kiara can’t help it–she giggles. Mandy is as endearing as she is nervous.
“Pleased to meet you, Mandy,” she says, offering her hand. Mandy stares at it blankly for a few seconds before grabbing it and shaking it vigorously. Kiara’s eyes widen at the tightness of her grip.
Mandy finally lets go and slips her phone out of her pocket instead, tilting the screen to check the time.
“Good, I still have fifteen minutes before my meeting and it should only take five for me to find the meeting but in the case I get lost or someone stops to talk to me for ten minutes, I should still be–”
As if on cue, the elevator sputters like a dying engine, giving one last croak before promptly dying in between floors 4 and 5.
Kiara looks up at the lights on top, weakly illuminating the number four as the elevator rocks back and forth before grinding to a halt. Mandy follows her gaze, going weak at the knees.
“Did it just… stop?” she asks uncertainly and Kiara peeks through the gap in the doors.
“I think so,” she replies when the elevator doesn’t whir back to life after a few moments.
“We’re gonna die,” Mandy says, eyes wide. “It was nice to meet you though before I died, Kiara. In another life, we might’ve been able to be good friends.”
“We could be friends in this one,” Kiara replies, amused. “I’ll press the button for the emergency help and I’m sure they’ll have us out of here soon.”
“I hope so,” Mandy replies, anxiously checking the time. “I really hope so.”
“Do you want a granola bar?” Kiara asks to give her something to do, fishing through her purse. Mandy looks at her and nods eagerly, already reaching for the wrapper. She unpeels it like a banana and then chews it from the top-down. It reminds her vaguely of a chipmunk and Kiara has to smother her laugh to keep it from escaping.
“Do you thig I’ll be able to find anutha job after I’m fired?” Mandy asks her through a mouthful of granola. Kiara smiles and crosses her arms across her chest.
“I don’t think they’ll fire you for their elevator being faulty,” she replies.
“Right, right,” Mandy mutters, chewing at her nails. They’re painted bright orange, like a dying sunset. “As long as the elevator is on the seventh floor by 7:55, I can run to 7M112 and still make it in time for my 8 o’clock.”
As if it’s heard her plea, the elevator rocks back to life, slowly beginning its ascent one more.
“Thank god,” Mandy breathes, one hand over her heart.
The doors slide open on the seventh floor and Mandy’s halfway out the elevator before she suddenly turns around.
“THANKYOUFORTHEGRANOLABARIGOTTARUNNOWITWASNICETOMEETYOU!” she shouts all in one breath before she takes off running.
In her haste to leave, something slips from her grasp and clatters onto the floor. Mandy doesn’t notice as she sprints away and it’s up to Kiara to pick up the forgotten item. She kneels down on the carpet and turns it over.
A plastic badge stares back at her, Mandy’s grimacing profile plastered onto the front.
7M112, was it? Kiara shakes her head and runs out after her.