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 Kittyuri

[missiletoe]

LMFAO that is a very accurate way to describe it

Full disclaimer: I have watched exactly one episode of Girls' Last Tour and that is what this fill is based off of.

Ship: Chisato/Takina from Lycoris Recoil

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Chisato dismounts the tank before Takina can tell her not to.

“Ooh, an airplane!” she says, pointing at it like a literal child. Takina does not find it endearing at all and brings the tank to a halt in the snow. “Can we go in?”

“No,” she replies curtly but Chisato’s already climbing. Takina does one check to make sure the tank’s stable before slinging the rifle over her shoulder and following.

(She tells herself that it’s because there might be supplies stored inside. She tells herself that it’s not because Chisato’s going in first. She tells herself a lot of things these days.)

“Pardon the intrusion!” Chisato calls out loudly before sliding the metal door open. The sorry thing creaks on its rusty hinges to make room for them.

Chisato stomps straight in and Takina trails after her cautiously, ducking her head through the doorway.

“You should be more careful,” she chides when they’re inside.

“Why? There’s no one else around,” Chisato replies and it’s meant to be light-hearted, a humorous jab at the dark reality of their situation but the attempt falls flat on its face. Chisato angles her face away so she can’t see her expression.

Takina swallows hard, staring at her back.

“I’m here,” she says resolutely and Chisato turns to her, shocked, before her face splits into its usual grin. Takina pretends that the warmth that floods her cheeks is from the sunlight.

The airplane is in relatively good condition for being abandoned. The metal floor creaks beneath them but it doesn’t give way.

There are a number of items in the airplane–from discarded guns whose insides have long rotted to handheld grenades Chisato tosses about playfully to ammunition that doesn’t fit in their barrels. Takina has to stop Chisato from nearly decapitating herself on more than one occasion.

But the real gold mine is in the wooden creates pushed to the back of the airplane’s belly. Chisato holds open the dusty top for her as she pulls out bag after bag of military rations, each one marked with big block letters going down the side.

“See?” Chisato says, sounding all too pleased with herself. “I told you we should go in the airplane! Look what happens when you stop to smell the roses, Takina!”

“There are no roses,” Takina replies and Chisato groans next to her.

Outside, Chisato tries to eat a handful of snow and Takina slaps her hand away without looking. Who even knows what’s in the snow after the fallout?

They set up camp near the tank, picking a little hill to sit on.

They’ve been eating from the same can of soup for days and Takina has begun to welcome the yawning cavern in her stomach like an old friend. She permits them to gorge on exactly one freeze-dried package in celebration of the newfound rations. Chisato nearly weeps with joy and Takina rolls her eyes at her reaction.

Time has unfortunately not worn down Chisato’s sweet tooth and Takina is treated to a full-on rant about the lack of desserts every other day. Hopefully, this “chocolate”-flavored military ration should spare her eardrums for a couple of hours.

Chisato takes one bite and smiles in response, licking the crumbs off the wrappers.

“S’good,” she says, waving the bar enticingly in front of Takina’s face. Takina doesn’t rise to the bait, instead snapping another bar in half and taking the smaller portion for herself.

There’s an uneven amount in the package and Takina lets her have the difference.

“Itadakimasu!” Chisato says, clapping her hands together. For all her grousing, she takes the extra piece of military ration like a child on Christmas day, thrilled by the gift.

Takina buries her face in Chisato’s shoulder to smother her smile.

“Huh?!” Chisato yelps, poking at her cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Takina murmurs into her jacket.

Nothing, as long as you’re here.