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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
FILL: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-08-31 03:13 am (UTC)the term museum is used quite liberally in this fill...
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“And here,” the guard says, gesturing broadly at a bronze vase that looks exactly like the last three they just passed. “Is the third vase that King Calveras had made during his reign forty years ago…”
The guard glances at her, probing for some sort of reaction, and Catalina gives it to him, smiling as wide as she can muster given the situation. He nods gruffly, satisfied, and moves onto the next identical vase.
She feels safe at least–he’s an old, spindly man who keeps going on and on about his wife and their three lovely daughters–but she’s bored out of her mind. She hit peak boredom two hours in and now, edging onto hour five, she fears she’s on the verge of her sanity.
Catalina traces the patterns on the wall for the hundredth time and prays for salvation. Where’s Celia? She’s always had a knack for appearing when she needs her most–it’s one of the many, many charming qualities about her.
As if she’s summoned her, Celia herself rounds the bend, looking bored out of her mind. The fur coat she’s wearing has slipped off one shoulder, revealing a bare patch of skin on her shoulder. Her dress is slit at the thigh and hugs her body tight.
Thump. Catalina’s fist draws wrinkles in her shirt and she tries to remember when it became so hard to breathe. Thump-thump.
Celia turns now and finally spots her, the shock on her face bleeding into delight.
Help, Catalina sends with her eyes and her posture and every last cell in her body and like always, Celia receives the message loud and clear.
“Hey!” Celia calls, lifting one hand up in a greeting. Even the way she moves is mesmerizing, her fingers, thin and beautiful, rolling up from her palm. “Great timing. My brother’s looking for you–important prince stuff, you know.”
Celia gives the guard a knowing look, one hand already wrapped around Catalina’s arm.
“Sorry to cut your tour short–I’ll be borrowing her,” she says and then she takes off running, Catalina’s wrist in her palm. She doesn’t stop until they’re five corridors down, stopping in the middle of a seemingly deserted hallway.
“What are you–”
“Shh!” Celia hisses, one finger pressed against her lips. She looks left and right before reaching for the spine of one of the books. The whole shelf swings open and Celia pulls her through the gap before it slides shut behind them.
Celia laughs when they’re finally in the clear, sweeping her hair out of her face with her palm.
“Doing okay, princess?” she asks, glancing at her.
Catalina lets loose a mortified squeak because she’s incapable of saying anything else at the moment.
“Yeah, that old geezer likes to talk too much. Drove me and Osora mad as kids.”
Catalina nods, tongue-tied and fumbles to regain some sort of control for the situation.
“S-So, where’s Osora?”
Celia blinks at her, confused.
“Osora?” she echoes.
“Yeah, you said he needed me for important… prince-stuff?”
Celia tosses her head back and laughs–it’s a beautiful, sweet thing and Catalina is enchanted as she watches. She wipes the beginnings of a tear from the corner of her eye.
“That was a lie to get you out of there, babe,” Celia says, leaning against the shelf. “It’s just you and me in here–don’t worry.”
Catalina feels her heart race inside her chest. Celia’s words play in her head on loop. Just you and me. Don’t worry.
Catalina wishes the message would spread to the rest of her nervous system.
“I’m not worried,” she says too quickly and Celia eyes her carefully before shrugging her shoulders. “S-So what is this place?”
“My hook-up spot,” Celia replies casually, like she’s discussing the weather, and Catalina nearly combusts on the spot.
“Y-Y-Your what?!” she squeaks. Celia spends two seconds analyzing her before she promptly bursts into laughter.
It’s mortifying. It’s gratifying. She wishes she would do it again.
“Oh my gosh, relax,” she says, pointing at her. “You should see your face right now. That’s not why I brought you here, chill. I just needed a quick spot to get away.”
“Ah,” Catalina replies carefully and tries to ease some of the tension out of her shoulders. She fails miserably, stiff as a board. “Ah.”
Celia must notice some of her panic because she sighs and tugs at her wrist again.
“Come on, there’s an exit through the main section of the library,” she says, pulling her forward. “We can go find Osora and Arias–rob them blind in a game of dominoes.”
Catalina nods mutely and lets her guide her. As they leave the little secluded corner, Catalina wishes forlornly that they could come back again but under a different subtext. Regardless, she shakes her head, steels herself and lets Celia guide her towards the exit.
As they cross the threshold, Catlaina wishes–not for the first time–that she was engaged to the other Calveras sibling.