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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!
PROMPT: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Prompt: kageyama tobio in the middle of outer space with a robot
Re: PROMPT: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS
Re: PROMPT: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: non-graphic descriptions of violence and injury, space, it's a very ((handwaves)) gundam00 au
Word Count: 608
***
"You're such a robot, Tobio-chan," Oikawa huffs, slapping him on the back a little too hard. It sends Kageyama stumbling forward a few steps before he regains his balance, and Oikawa looks on with a light frown. He's never quite managed to make that movement look natural; he stops too suddenly, his knees bending too sharply before he straightens up again.
He looks away when Kageyama catches him watching, and huffs louder, with annoyance. "You don't have to act like it all the time, you know. It doesn't matter if the rest of the pilots know. Just act like yourself."
"But it's like you said," Kageyama replies. "I am a robot."
"That's not what I mean," Oikawa mutters, shaking his head, but drops it at that. Kageyama is stubborn at the best of times, and this isn't something Oikawa is willing to waste his time on.
•
He doesn't seem quite so robotic when they're on a mission. He's full of life then, and Oikawa wishes that he could stand back and watch, but he's got his own work to do. Space, for all the beauty that it held back when he lived on earth, has now become his battlefield. It's still beautiful in its own way, but it's the difference between stained glass, and the broken shards of glass that are smoothed out by the sea.
Kageyama in battle is the second kind of beautiful, fierce and direct and operating on pure instinct. It makes him more human than Oikawa has ever seen him, his rage, his satisfaction, his pride. Oikawa has never felt more similar to Kageyama in his entire life, and he doesn't know what to do with that thought.
•
At first, Oikawa thinks it's the anger that does it. He tries to pull it out of Kageyama, needling him at every chance he gets.
Kageyama, for all that he's quick to anger, quick to frown, never does anything beyond that. He brushes off all of Oikawa's attempts, picking up his pace when they cross paths, avoiding eye contact as much as he can.
"You're only part robot," Oikawa tries, when he manages to corner Kageyama enough to have a conversation with him. "You act like it's the only thing you are. There's some humanity in you, I'm pretty sure of it."
"Are you looking for my humanity?" Kageyama asks at length, "Or are you looking for yours?"
Oikawa barks out a loud laugh. "You can't get me with that philosophical bullshit, Tobio-chan. Nice try."
Kageyama blinks at him. "I made you laugh."
"I'm laughing at you," Oikawa clarifies. "Not with you."
•
Days later, Oikawa bursts into the medical bay where Kageyama is lying on the bed, a mess of exposed circuitry.
"Oikawa-san," Kageyama greets, still able to lift his head off the pillow. "I'll be ready for rewiring tomorrow. Thank you for saving me."
"I didn't save you, idiot," Oikawa mutters, walking up to Kageyama's bedside. "You still got hit, didn't you?"
"Not very badly," Kageyama replies, and that's a lie. Kageyama doesn't have anything left to pilot any more. The only reason that he's managed to get back at all is because Oikawa caught him before he could float away. A human would have died in the time that Kageyama spent in the vacuum of space. Kageyama is more than that, though, and he's still here.
"Idiot," Oikawa declares again, and runs his fingers through Kageyama's hair with a disbelieving laugh.
"Are you still laughing at me, or are you laughing with me?" Kageyama asks.
"Idiot." It sounds far too fond this time. He pushes his hand into Kageyama's face. "You're not even laughing."
Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
this human understanding of laughter.... my heart weeps. do your best out there, 2Bio
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: death (character death)
Other tags: space, macross frontier au, vajra sing from the abdomen
Word count: 439
u never said which robot
***
Oikawa claws himself out from the ruins covering the planetside.
“Go fuck ‘em up, Oikawa,” Iwaizumi says quietly to him as his blood streaked eyes close; he’s half-trapped under the rubble and the atmosphere is thinning out in a high, desperate whistle. Oikawa did not make it to the galactic top by cowering whenever the entire sky falls, but for one breaking moment, as his lungs tighten hot and awful with Iwaizumi’s last stuttered breath, he feels maybe this is it. Maybe this is as far and as high as he will ever go.
Iwaizumi’s hand is already growing cold in his; the chill of space is seeping into their bones even here on the ground, and angry at the stars, angry at the unattainable sky, Oikawa sings.
From the stomach is his war song, love like a knife in his hands; from the lungs he lets go the slow, long ache of surviving alone. Explosions boom against the deep black of space, arced so high above his head they’re like a beat thrumming against the palm of his hands held up to pull them down, and Oikawa can feel those, too, the almost comforting warmth of nuclear fire and missiles blossoming red and orange and that white-hot of novas battering the alien armaments hanging in low earth orbit. He knows one of those must be Kageyama, still alive out there somewhere, probably too stupid and talented to just die any anonymous pilot’s death, but everything moves so slow here, it almost feels like a dream. Like moving underwater, like the free-fall of gravity gone wrong, like-- Oikawa listens to his own shallow panting as he gulps down the remaining air on each word, survive this, he needs to survive this, too, and his lip curls at the thought ending it all on a high note.
Somewhere between Earth and the sea, 9PM, don’t be late.
Oikawa’s hand sends it out like the challenge it is, and it’s almost annoying at how quickly his mind goes quiet with the rhythm of Kageyama responding. Oikawa-san, I can feel you. Kageyama’s heart beats in time with his, like an explosion strung staccato between stars, like the red heat of his VF breaking through the curve of the atmosphere. Oikawa-san, I’m coming to get you.
“Better make it quick then, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa says.
Oikawa is lightheaded under the falling stars flaring in the dark, and when he watches one of them break off from the others and streak toward his coordinates like Kageyama has a map of the sky stitched right into his heart, Oikawa can’t help but feel something like reassurance.