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Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 7 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts as a gift tag in the format below. You can specify the size and a characteristic of the gift, who the sender is, who the recipient is, and a one or two sentence note from the sender to the recipient. Descriptions of the package and the included note don’t have to be explicit, see below.
- Package: medium sized cube, rattles
From: Kageyama Tobio
To: Hinata Shouyou
Note: These will help you get better. - Envelope: manila, 12''x17'', very thick and heavy
From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
To: Kinjou Shingo
Note: Enclosed - Play without regrets! - Your prompt MUST include a relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. Fillers can get creative with how to interpret the prompt: your fill can be about the character receiving the gift, one or both characters using the gift, what prompted the sender to send the gift—the physical gift itself can even be excluded from your fill. What’s important is that the gift tag is clearly the inspiration for your fill.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
Fill: Team Grandstand, G
825 words
The mailbox at the front hall of the apartment complex was stuffed. Not that it wasn't, usually, but this was peculiar. Envelopes from all sorts of places and people Chris had never heard of; an entire forest was probably denuded by this mass mailing to his and Eijun's place.
As the season had ended, it appeared that Eijun's primary occupation was sorting through this mountain of mail. Chris was working long hours at the hospital, so he wasn't aware of exactly how much mail there was, only that when he was home, Eijun was filled with a kind of glee, going through the papers. There were estimates, some kinds of samples, contracts, even some cd's of music. Chris figured this was probably some kind of new advertising campaign Eijun's agent had gotten the prospectus on.
Chris was perfectly happy with this situation; previously, Eijun was always a bit down at the end of the season. After the first few days of sitting around and eating what he wanted, then another few days of visiting friends, the end of season would just strike him. He'd then spend a few weeks moping around the place, making up small jobs to keep himself busy. He'd be worrying about next year, next training, new players on the team, the old management.
Something must have clicked recently, because Eijun had been humming virtually non-stop for the last few weeks. Always affectionate, he had been unusually so. Their moments of intimacy, always good (at least, good after their initial awkwardness when they had to learn how to be with each other), had been tinged with a kind of mellow sweetness that felt, Chris struggled to find the word, satisfied. Confident. Pleased with life.
As Chris tugged the last crushed envelope out of the mailbox, a neighbor walked by. A pleasant, elderly woman who regularly gossiped with Eijun over the trash sorting, she smiled at Chris in a particularly friendly way. "Congratulations," she said.
"Oh." Chris nodded in response. He didn't speak to her much - it was Eijun, even though he was gone more often, who did the majority of the bonding with the neighbors. That was Eijun's gift. "Thank you."
"When I heard, I knew it was meant to be."
"Er. Yes." Chris blinked. They'd been living in this complex for the last three years. What news was she talking about?
"And this, this will make it real."
"Oh, yes?" He tried not to let his confusion show.
"It did for me. I know it's not something everybody is going to expect, but since the first time I saw you two, I thought you just belonged together."
"Thank you," Chris repeated.
"Well, look at me, an old lady gossiping when you really want to get back to that Eijun of yours!"
Chris smiled. That much he understood.
"Tell Eijun I said hello."
"I will."
Chris walked up the stairs and into the apartment, flipping through the crumpled mail; the slick advertising mailers, the thin blue papers of business correspondence, a few white, thick envelopes.
"Eijun - "
"CHRIS! Did it come?" Eijun tore through the apartment to snatch the papers out of Chris' hands.
"What -?"
"It's here!" Eijun cried with glee.
Chris briefly got the impression of a plain white package, large-ish in size before Eijun attacked it and ripped it out. Out of the torn paper dropped several thickish cards in a variety of sizes.
"Aren't these great?" Eijun fanned them out on the coffee table.
Takigawa Chris Yuu and Sawamura Eijun
Request the Honor of Your Presence at Their Wedding
"Wait, what?"
"I'm sorry about not including either of our parents on the invitations, but I figured we'd probably be paying for it ourselves, we can afford it, and I didn't want to pressure anybody, plus, I didn't know your father's middle name - "
"But - "
"And I didn't know which one of us should go first, I mean, alphabetical? Age first? Not that it matters," Eijun hastily corrected himself.
"How - ?"
"I got these off the internet, it's super easy. And there's a whole bunch of services available at any price point! You can get wedding fashions and advice and - "
"Wait, wait, wait!" Chris needed to sit down.
"What? You don't like the color?"
"No, I mean, the color's not bad."
Looking relieved, Eijun said, "I think one of us should be in white, the other in black, or grey. It's really classic looking. Miyuki thinks we should match, but Kuramochi thinks that's stupid. Maybe Miyuki's teasing me."
"Miyuki and Kuramochi know?"
"Of course they do. They're our best men. Both of them are free in February, and - "
"Our best men? Eijun." Chris took a breath. Congratulations from random neighbors. Invitations. Suits. Best men. "Are we getting married? When are we getting married? Am I supposed to know already?"
"Of course you're supposed to know. After we get the ring, you know, when we get the ring and I propos - " Eijun's mouth dropped open. "Holy shit. I forgot to propose!"
Chris began to laugh.
Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G