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]

On the tenth day of being quarantined Misa suggests breaking into the karaoke room.

“Mmrgh,” Kiyomi responds, as any sane person would do at three in the morning.

Thankfully, Misa isn’t sane. “I know you’re awake, Kiyo.”

“Ugh.” Kiyomi sits up. Her normally perfectly groomed hair is sticking away from her like a lioness’s mane; she shakes her head, which doesn’t make it better. Misa grins, impossibly — endeared? No, that can’t be what it is, this is Kiyomi for god’s sake. “No.”

“Why nooot,” Misa whines.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Witching hour,” Misa says. See, she did learn some things from Akako. “Which means no one will be around to stop us.”

Kiyomi purses her lips.

“Nobody’s watching,” Misa wheedles. “C’mon, Halle and Mochi are so asleep right now! It’s the perfect time for you to be a normal person!”

“A normal person would go back to bed.”

“Okay,” Misa says, and raises her eyebrows at her.

Kiyomi’s eyebrows furrow. The corner of her mouth twitches like it can’t decide whether to smile or frown.

Misa sighs. “Please?”

And Kiyomi stands.

---

Okay, so maybe Misa got herself into a little bit more trouble than she’d anticipated.

“Jolene,” Kiyomi sings, her voice cracking a little from the falsetto but her eyes locked on Misa’s own, “I’m begging of you please don’t take my man…”

Misa swallows. The ship lurches below them, caught in the perfect storm of COVID quarantine and the actual typhoon outside, but Kiyomi’s gaze stays steady on hers and she leans in far too close when she passes Misa the other microphone, and this is sleep deprivation, this has to be sleep deprivation, there’s no way Misa’s actually considering —

“Your beauty is beyond compare!” Misa scream-sings into the mic, and then — just because she can — drops it back on the table and leans in to use Kiyomi’s instead. “With flaming locks of auburn hair!”

Kiyomi startles, but doesn’t jerk away. Instead she — grabs Misa’s hand and wraps it around the microphone. “With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green,” she sings, and brushes ever so slightly against the fringe of Misa’s eyelashes. Misa hasn’t bothered putting in her contacts the past few days; her eyes are the same dark brown she’s always thought was ugly, but the way Kiyomi’s staring — “Your smile is like a breath of spring.”

Misa can’t lose now. She can’t. “Your voice is soft like summer rain,” which is true, fuck, fuck, “and I cannot compete with you, Jolene—”

“He talks about you in his sleep,” Kiyomi interrupts. “And there’s nothing I can do to keep from crying when he says your name—”

“JOLENE!” Misa shouts, and then they’re both screaming it: “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I’m begging of you please don’t take my man…”

The staff kick them out at 7 a.m.