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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 HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: bodily fluids (blood)
Other Tags: none
Prompt:
tendou in the hospital with the blood bag.
Re: PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU
Re: PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU
no subject
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: bodily fluids (blood)
Other Tags: implied violence
Word Count: ~1k
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There are many things about his job that Oikawa Tooru does not enjoy. Being yelled at by needy patients, constantly dealing with an excessive amount of bodily fluids, and – most horrific of all – the bright orange scrubs that all nurses at Karasuno Community Health Center are required to wear.
Today, however, Oikawa has discovered a brand new horror to occupy his time.
He spots the Blood Thief when clocking out of an eighteen-hour shift, coming out of the employee lounge still in his scrubs, backpack slung over his shoulder. The thief’s first mistake, Oikawa thinks, is being so easily to spot: he’s massive, tall and broad-shouldered with limbs so long they border on alien. To top it all off (literally), he’s got a mane of red hair slicked high on his head.
Completely unmissable. And then you add the blood bag in his hand. The bag must be missing a clamp, because there’s a steady drip, drip, drip of blood coming from the tubing, leaving small, dark red spots for Oikawa to follow like a trail of breadcrumbs.
Whoever this guy is, he’s the worst thief of all time.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going with that?” Oikawa snaps, catching up with the thief and wrapping a hand around his bicep to stop him. The man immediately yelps, not just in surprise but in pain, and Oikawa feels the throb of muscle against his palm.
“You’re hurt,” he mumbles, and the Blood Thief smiles wanly.
“I’m all for a cute nurse helping me out, but I’m in a bit of a hurry here,” he says, stepping away from Oikawa. The second he does, though, his knee buckles and he totters backward, shoulder hitting the wall of the hallway.
“Jesus,” Oikawa mutters, eyes searching the empty hallway until he sees an unlucky surgical intern rounding the corner, “Kindaichi-kun! Clean this up, and don’t tell anyone I’m still here.”
Kindaichi goes wide-eyed but nods, and doesn’t say anything as Oikawa ushers the Blood Thief into an empty patient room, plopping him down on the hospital bed and setting about his work without a word.
Well, maybe some words, “What the hell were going to do with this? Where did you even get it?” he asks, considering the blood bag, “Is this even your blood type?”
“I’m O negative so I can take any blood, right?” the man says, watching as Oikawa tears off his shirt sleeve and inspects the wound on his arm.
“The exact opposite, actually, dumbass,” Oikawa mutters, “Is this a stab wound?” When the man nods Oikawa sighs, rushing to the shelf to get some materials.
“What’s your name?” he asks while he cleans the wound, mostly out of habit. It’s nice to know a patient’s name, to be able to connect with them in that way. But Oikawa has pretty much dispensed with niceties at this point with the thief. Why he’s even bothering to help him is beyond him.
“Tendou Satori,” the thief announces, barely wincing when Oikawa pours cleansing fluid in his stab wound. It’s a fairly shallow wound, but still bleeding profusely, and Oikawa tapes it open before he packs it.
The only problem is, Tendou won’t stop fucking staring at him. There’s something unnerving about his glare, the slight curl of his lip, the way his bows his neck to get a better look at Oikawa’s face, like he’s trying to memorize every freckle in Oikawa’s eyes, every line of worry on his forehead.
“Were you about to give yourself a fucking blood transfusion?” Oikawa asks, mostly to kill the silence.
Tendou laughs, voice hoarse, “Is that not the right thing to do?”
“No?” Oikawa balks, “And it’s definitely not right to try and do it by yourself. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“A lot of things, probably,” Tendou says, voice sing-song, “All the nurses were busy with Wakatoshi-kun, I didn’t wanna bother them.”
“You’re friends with Ushiwaka?” Oikawa says, referencing one of their more infamous emergency room patients. Despite looking pretty buttoned-up, Ushijima Wakatoshi shows up in the hospital at least once every other week or so, sporting new and increasingly confusing injuries.
“Not just friends,” Tendou says proudly, “Best friends.”
Oikawa just shrugs, continuing to wrap up Tendou’s wound, “I guess that makes sense. I’d also be constantly putting myself in the way of bodily harm if I had to be friends with you.”
“Ouch!” Tendou says, laughing, “You’re pretty cruel. Aren’t nurses supposed to have good bedside manner?”
“My good looks make up for it,” Oikawa deadpans, finishing with Tendou’s bandages and sitting back to admire his work, “There. All patched up.”
“Much obliged,” Tendou says, standing up and examining his person. After a second of contemplation, he reaches over to rip the other sleeve off his shirt, to match his other missing sleeve. Oikawa looks on, mildly horrified, but Tendou is unfazed, “Hey, I never got your name!”
“And you absolutely never will,” Oikawa says, shaking his head, “One last thing, try to keep your arm elevated so the wound is above your heart. It’ll keep the bleeding down.”
“Like this?” Tendou asks, lifting his arm, and Oikawa nods, “This is annoying though! My arm will get tired.”
With that, he shuffles forward, caging Oikawa against the wall, resting his arm on Oikawa’s shoulder, “This is better. Something to prop it up.” Oikawa might be a bit scared, if it weren’t for the absurd look on Tendou’s face, a mixture of triumph and lingering pain and a pinch of deliriousness all rolled into one.
This is making me nauseous, Oikawa thinks, knowing all the while that’s not quite right.
“Get back to your friend,” Oikawa finally says, placing a hand on Tendou’s chest and firmly shoving him away, “Ushiwaka is probably lonely by now.”
Tendou is still smirking, and he opens his mouth to say something, but whatever it is, Oikawa doesn’t hear it. He smooths his hands down the front of his shirt, grabs his forgotten backpack, and heads for the door, long legs taking him down the hallway to the employee parking lot in record time.
He drives him, falls into bed, and screams into his pillow until he falls asleep.