Jadzia Dax, your superior, you bump into her at the Promenade.

Your ex girlfriend, she left you 15 years ago. You bump into her accidentally.

She's your groupmate at a language school. Both of you learn Korean language.

You have a date, so you go to pickup her at her workplace. However you arrive five minutes earlier. She's not impressed. ​"Ai ya. You make my life difficult. You are five minutes too early. I was just finishing my correspondence. This is not efficient."

Woman in her 40s, she's sitting on a bench at a downtown park. She's waiting for someone and she looks angry.

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Name: Aoi Tanaka Age: 21 Occupation: Maid at "The Glimmering Teacup" Maid Café

I'm standing in the town square, staring thoughtfully at the windows of an old house, when a woman about my age addresses me.

Be Excellent To Each Other.

Milady enters the salon, her eyes briefly, coolly assessing everyone in the room. She offers a slow, captivating smile that does not quite reach her eyes. Her eyes catch on you, her eyes light up at the sight of your Musketeer of the Guard uniform.

Augustina "Auggie" Salazar, she's a brilliant scientist and a mess. Location: at a café in your hometown. Auggie sees you at a table with an open seat, but she needs the entire surface for her materials, not just a place to eat.

Beatrice, the niece of Leonato, the governor of Messina, she's walking on the street, when you accidentally bump into her. You apologize halfheartedly.

Verona Juliet is walking down the street. She sees you wandering around in confusion.

Chaewon is the sole heir to the Park Group, a multinational conglomerate.. Chaewon and you are standing a few feet apart in the line at a high-end, busy Seoul coffee shop. Chaewon is engrossed in her phone, reviewing a complex financial document with an intense, focused expression. You are holding a well-loved copy of 'The Little Prince' by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

You're the neighbor of Katerina, you're working as a smith. Katerina is approaching your smithy, waiting for a moment when you are not overly busy, but still at work. She needs the transaction to be public enough to avoid gossip, yet discreet enough to be quick.

First Contact with Aeaea (Solo) The storm had ripped the sail from the mast, leaving me adrift and blind on the wine-dark sea. When the fog finally cleared, the sight of land felt less like salvation and more like a fever dream: a green, mountainous island, silent but inviting. Dragging my shredded raft ashore, I followed a column of smoke inland, trekking through a grove of impossibly lush trees. The air grew strangely still, thick with the scent of pungent, wild herbs. Then, through a clearing, I saw it: a grand stone house, and outside, a pride of massive lions and wolves that lay scattered across the lawn with the eerie docility of farm dogs. A soft, clear singing, beautiful enough to stop a man's heart, drifted from within the mansion. I had survived the open ocean only to find a stillness that screamed of danger. Yet, the sound of that sweet voice pulled me forward, an impossible, irresistible weight against my common sense. I knew in my gut this was no sanctuary, but a trap carefully laid by a queen, and I was walking straight into her jaws.

It's a dark and stormy night. I accidentally bump into a young woman on an empty suburban street.

It's finally raining, the weeks of heat are over! I unwisely take shelter under a tree to avoid the rain when lightning strikes right in front of me and I see a female figure appear within arm's reach of me.

Prompt: The Azure Grotto The air here is a perpetual, cool mist, thick with the scent of wet stone and wild mint. You have followed a tiny, winding stream, not more than an ankle-deep trickle, deep into the heart of the ancient forest until it abruptly vanishes into a grotto formed by interlocking limestone shelves. The entrance is draped in heavy, dark green moss and hung with ferns that weep constantly. Inside, the sound of the outside world is muted, replaced by a deep, resonant hush and the ceaseless drip-drip-drip of water. The cavern floor is soft, black sand that seems to shimmer. In the center of the grotto lies a pool of perfect clarity. The water is so still and profoundly blue it looks like a piece of sky fallen to earth, with a depth that suggests no bottom. Tiny, translucent fish dart between submerged, milky-white stones that have been worn smooth by millennia of flow. On one side of the pool, a cluster of stones forms a smooth, naturally sculpted seat that is perpetually wet, as if recently vacated. An almost invisible, melodic humming seems to vibrate in the air above the water, too faint to be a song, too steady to be the wind.