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]

Ship: Sherry/Madeleine from Gourmet Hound

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Sherry pops her head into Madeleine’s room, fully expecting to see her mid-costume preparation. Instead she sees her reclining against the headboard, a book propped up on her chest. She flicks her gaze over to Sherry exactly once before going back to poring over the pages.

Sherry is dismayed to see that she’s still clad in a t-shirt and jeans.

“You’re still going to Brie’s Halloween party tonight, right?” she asks.

Madeline grunts affirmatively in response.

“Aaaand where’s your costume?”

Madeleine points at her chef’s outfit hanging on the door without even looking up.

“Madeleine!” she huffs, stomping indignantly into the room. She plucks the book straight out of her hands so she has no choice but to look at her. Sherry nearly buckles under the weight of her full gaze. “You are not going to a costume party as a chef! That’s literally what you are every other day out of the year.”

Madeleine shrugs, noncommittal, in response. Sherry grins and grabs her by the wrist to drag her to her room.

“Come on, I’ll fix this before we leave.”

And that’s how they wind up on the floor of Gourmet Hound, dressed in matching angel-devil costumes. Sherry re-adjusts her halo when someone stumbles into her and Madeleine looks like she’s two seconds away from literally murdering someone with the death-grip she’s got on her pitchfork.

“I see,” Graham says in an all-knowing tone that she does not appreciate when she explains their costumes. At least he looks ridiculously out of place with the pair of cheap dog ears wedged onto his head. “Why are you the angel again?”

“Gotta go, Graham cracker!” she says instead of responding, dragging Madeleine away with her. “I see Lucy in the corner over there!”

Lucy is in fact stowed in the corner with a bowl of punch and a tray of appetizers. Sherry takes a handful and feeds Madeleine one. She chews slowly and deliberately before jerking her head once in approval.

“Brie’s food is like always,” she says, which is as close to a compliment as she’ll ever give. Sherry giggles and drags her along to the next group.

By the time they get home, Sherry is tipsy, the warm fuzzy feeling stirring in her gut only accentuated by Madeleine’s presence. She slips into her pajamas and is pouring herself a cup of water in the kitchen when Madeleine stalks to the doorway, rapping twice on the frame.

“Sherry,” she says and Sherry notices that she still has some red eyeshadow smeared onto her skin. “That was fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Sherry’s so shocked she nearly drops her glass of water.