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Bonus Round 5: Clue

Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
- The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
- Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
- The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
- Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your Clue-inspired fanwork.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.
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.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
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)
For fills:First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 564
this was such an evocative image thank you :')
***
This is how they meet: Kita with his hands wet and full of flowers, sheets of paper floating face down all around him. Their ink seeps into the rippling water like so many lost whispers and love letters they might have exchanged, in another life; in this one, Atsumu is the doomed first year who’s thrown the wrong bag into the school pond in a fit of misplaced temper.
“I am so sorry,” he calls, frozen where he stands. “I thought I’d grabbed my brother’s, it looks just like yours—”
The look on Kita’s face as he turns is enough to make Atsumu swallow the rest of his excuses.
“And am I supposed to think better of you because you wanted to throw your brother’s bag into the pond?”
Atsumu shifts uncomfortably, shuffling from one foot to another. He doesn’t think it will make a difference to Kita Shinsuke that Osamu’s bag wouldn’t really have landed in the pond. If it was Osamu, he would’ve appeared from whichever remote corner of the courtyard he’d been lurking, grabbed the bag from midair and left it at that with a long-suffering sigh; Atsumu doesn’t know how he does it, but he’d trust Osamu’s radar more than he trusts anything about himself. He’s honest enough, at least, to admit that.
He imagines the conversation he will have with Osamu, after this debacle. Hey Samu! Guess who I met! Oh, and I may have fucked up any chance we had of getting on the volleyball team.
“Can I help you, Kita-senpai?” he asks belatedly, darting forward to the edge of the pond. He shucks off his shoes and tosses them to one side, rolls up his pants, and wades in. From between pursed lips, he bites off a hissed breath like a swear word. “Shit, it’s cold—”
Kita looks up with his armful of damp papers, a notebook in his hand. He stares at Atsumu for a second, lips twitching; if Atsumu didn’t know better, he’d venture a guess that it was a smile. As it is, he figures Kita’s just smirking at the sight of him freezing in the water.
“You can help me by taking this to dry land, Miya-kun,” Kita says, and throws the notebook over. It arcs through the air, not quite directly at Atsumu, and Atsumu has to lean over and make a desperate scramble for it before it falls in again.
“Hmm. Nice receive.”
Atsumu’s head snaps up.
“Wait,” he says. “You gave me that throw on purpose! You know who I am!”
Kita eyes him with open amusement now. “Of course I know who you are. Do you think I’m stupid?”
“I,” Atsumu starts, then blurts out, before he can think better of it, “I know who you are too.”
“Well, naturally,” says Kita. He turns away, delves into the deeper end and emerges with his satchel, straightens to shake it out and sling it over his shoulder as he crosses the pond. Even like this, dripping wet with water lilies trailing in his wake, he is every bit the commanding presence that Atsumu remembers watching from the stands, the reason he’s here at Inarizaki—
“I expect to see you tomorrow at the first club practice,” Kita murmurs as he passes, and there’s a shiver tingling in Atsumu’s spine that has nothing to do with the water’s chill.