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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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From:

miyukitty

inside a band room, music hall, or theatre!

From:

hopelessgemini

“You can talk to Ruby and Yang’s ride,” Weiss said when she bribed her into driving her to band practice, so Winter sits patiently outside the practice room in the theatre and waits for Ruby and Yang’s ride to finish dropping the two of them off. She wonders if this is what her mother felt like when she dropped her off for playdates; except Weiss is almost twenty now and decidedly not a small child, and technically Winter doesn’t have to stay, it’s just that her apartment is 45 minutes away and by the time she gets back she’ll have to set out again —

Something thuds on the stage. Winter glances up from her post by the door automatically and catches something moving behind the curtains, a body shifting. It’s hard to mistake it for anything in a room with acoustics like these; someone has got hold of the guitars kept backstage and is presumably trying to get them out.

Assuming it’s one of the kids, Winter goes back to her book. They’ll call her if they need her. According to Weiss, she’s their ‘incredibly physically strong roadie’, although neither of those things are strictly true. She’s helped them get amps and speakers from place to place before, and she’ll probably do so again.

“Hello?”

There it is. Winter rises to her feet and crosses to the stage, following the centre aisle down to a growing break in the curtains. “Coming,” she calls, and is met with a burst of laughter she doesn’t recognise.

“Oh, so you’re the sister. Any good with lifting heavy things?”

The playdate, presumably. “Very good,” Winter calls back. “Are you after one of the guitars?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking bored.” The curtain shifts again; Winter hops up onto the apron to part it and nearly stumbles over a woman her age and an amp.

Quite possibly the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen, but that’s beside the point.

“Oh,” she says eloquently, and the woman blinks up at her, all amber eyes and scars.

“Oh,” she echoes, “oh, what?”

Winter kicks herself mentally — and physically, too, driving the toe of her boot into her Achilles tendon — and shakes her head. “Nothing. You’re Ruby and Yang’s driver.”

The woman huffs a laugh. “Yeah, you could say that. More like a neighbour they bribed.”

“Oh, of course.” Winter stoops down to pick up the amp and gestures for her to rise too. And instantly regrets it, because she’s a good few inches taller in addition to being devastatingly attractive, and it might very well be the end of her. “I’m, um — I’m — my name is Winter.”

“Cinder,” the woman says, slinging the strap of the guitar she’s taken over her shoulder. She holds it up by the neck, a clear invitation. “I was going to hole up in one of the dressing rooms and get some practice in. Want to join me?”