Competition: You Talk Too Much

You Talk Too Much

Prompt: Your main or alternative character has found themselves in a heated debate or argument. This could be with someone close to them, an enemy or a member of their Clan. So where does this go? That's up to you to decide!

Rules: in a minimum of 500 words and using your main or alternative character, (or both, if you wish) write a piece of fiction about a conflict between your character and another character. It can be whatever you like, however, there's one catch. You can ONLY WRITE IN DIALOGUE. No describing scenes, locations, how characters feel. You must express it all through what one character says to another in script format. So basically, without narrative action.

Grading: Grading will be done utilizing the Fiction Rubric, with an added weight on how well the natural flow of dialogue comes in your fiction.

Submissions: submissions should be done via gdoc, pdf or with the submit text field below.

Competition Information
Organized by
Savant Appius "Zappius" Wight
Running time
2020-08-30 until 2020-09-30 (about 1 month)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Second Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
20 subscribers, of which 3 have participated.
Seer Ka Tarvitz
Seer Ka Tarvitz opted out of publishing his submission.
1st place
2nd place
Seer Raziel
Seer Raziel
Textual submission

You talk too much
Clan Odan-Urr
House Sunrider
Featuring Raziel and Soona

“Raziel, this is the fifth time this month I’ve had to take out the trash. I’m getting a little tired of it to be honest.”

“I just dumped the garbage in the compactor yesterday, there’s no way it’s full yet.”

“No Raz, not the garbage. The trash.”

“Oh, you mean my company from last night?”

“Company? I was a consort slave, I know a whore when I see one.”

“Now that’s not fair, Alaria isn’t a prostitute,”

“Now we’re quibbling semantics? Raz, I understand you’re a man with his own needs, and I appreciate, oh do I ever appreciate, that you’re discreet and quiet when I’m trying to sleep, but waking up to a different woman in the kitchen every week, rooting around for breakfast while you’re working out, is getting tiresome.”

“Okay, that’s fair, but I’m not a Jedi, I told you that, you knew that when you signed on. I’m not going to repress myself any more than I’d ask you to.”

“And that’s both respectable, and perfectly fine, but I have to repress myself on occasion Raz. This last one, Hussy number five, whatever her name is. She’s a little on the crazy side. Tried to accuse me of being a jealous girlfriend or something, she said I was ‘sneaking in to seduce you.’ I think were her words.”

“Yeah, that’s a little out there. She seemed perfectly fine when we met last night,”

“Seemed perfectly fine? You’re a Force user, you can read minds, or were you busy reading the meter and a half deep neckline plunge in her dress instead?”

“That’s not funny Soona,”

“Oh, Sithspit, Raz, I’m sorry. Still not used to living with a Miraluka. I take that back, but my question, the spirit of it anyways, still stands.”

“We met at some diplomatic event that the Jedi were asked to attend. I got roped into it too, but generally these kinds of events aren’t the kinds of places where people bring the crazy. She was sweet as candy when I ran into her at the drink table, all manners and Outer Rim accent, which now that I think of it was kind of odd for a local Sephi. I guess I really can pick them. Also, apology accepted.”

“Raz, please, just in the future, can you maybe find a janitor’s closet or rent a room somewhere like normal people? This is our home, and I will welcome, with the widest open of arms, any woman you bring if your intention is more than a good time. It’s getting to where I’m afraid they’re going to stink the place up, and you can’t get that smell out of durasteel.”

“Soona, fine, but I can read the undercurrents on your aura. Spit it all out or it’s going to eat you up from the inside, and trust me, if there’s one thing I know, it’s that.”

“They remind me of what I was, what I could have still been! Being someone’s pleasure slave is not that far gone a memory for me, and seeing a string of women taking the first steps on the walk of shame is a really good way to keep reminding me.”

“Shame? I’m respectful thank you!”

“That’s not what that means Raz, and don’t deflect this with indignation. You wanted me to spill it, so be ready for a mess.”

“Okay, go on then,”

“I live here too. It’s our home, I said it before. Home is where you’re supposed to feel safe. When your company of the evening wants to get hostile without even asking who I am, I don’t feel safe. It’s bad enough DeeDee gets whatever passes for butthurt for a droid when I help you with things, I don’t need strange women adding to that.

“And more than that, quite frankly, it sets a poor precedence. We park the ship right in front of the Jedi Temple, and you’re bringing strange women home. One of them is going to be the wrong kind of trouble eventually, and I don’t want to be a part of it. I like it here Raz. It’s cold and the air is too thin for my tastes, but they’re nice to me. I have friends, and so do you. How do you think Aura would feel walking in here and stepping on some tramp’s discarded underthings?

“You said she approached you, acting demure and sweet. I bet she was shy around you, wasn’t she? No, don’t answer that, I already know she was. Raz, she was playing the game, that’s all. She hands-down seduced you, and if I had to wager a guess, I’d say she probably needed a place to sleep for the night.”

“Soona, I get it, I’ll remember hotels and hall closets exist. Sound good?”

“Well, you were listening and I appreciate that, but Raz, I need to know it’s going to be safe here. This time it was probably just looking for a bed for the night, next time it might be a spy, or a saboteur, or an assassin. I don’t want to be the person responsible for someone I actually like winding up dead. I don’t want to wake up back in a collar either.”

“You’re still having nightmares, aren’t you? I know you were awake when I got up, which only happens when you’re not sleeping right.”

“Yeah, they aren’t stopping. I’m still tired of the hussies though Raz, nightmares or no.”

“You’ve made your point. I scared away a Padawan the other day that was looking for you, so it’s only fair I suppose.”

“You. Did. What?”

“Nothing, poor joke, that’s all. Listen, how about this? If I slip or my company isn’t into hotels or wherever else, if she’s problematic the next morning, you handle it however you see fit. If I find a woman worth keeping around more than an evening, I’ll introduce you first.”

“Please do Raz. I don’t mind being the woman of the house, but I wouldn’t mind some female company that isn’t dedicated to the eternal pursuit of contemplating her navel.”

2nd place
Warlord Rasilvenaira StormRaven
Textual submission

3rd place