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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 GRANDSTAND
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: alcohol
Other Tags: none
Prompt:
himuro on top of an LA lifeguard station with a bottle of discount vodka
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 623
***
“Tatsuya?”
“Hey.”
Taiga scowls, bracing himself against the wall, feeling the cheap roof of the lifeguard station give just a little to make him nervous as he pushes himself up. It groans under the weight of him, but doesn’t bend or crack, and Tatsuya’s already up here, lying back and looking up at the sky. It’s not quite as smoggy as it is in the city, but it’s still pretty fucking polluted and there’s not so much in the way of visibility. The moon’s out in the other direction, so there’s nothing but dark blank above them, weakly dotted with the few stars and planets that break through.
“Could have told me which station.”
“You found me, though,” says Tatsuya, a half-smile in the dark.
The wash of the waves is constant in the background; Taiga only hears it when he’s thinking about it and it lapses into the background when he thinks more about Tatsuya, lying down and looking up at him, his hand on Taiga’s.
“Drink this,” says Tatsuya, passing something into Taiga’s hands, a liquor bottle. Taiga opens it and sniffs; it smells repugnant, probably cheap vodka (the shit Tatsuya thinks makes him tough to drink without gagging).
“No thanks,” says Taiga. “How the hell am I supposed to get down?”
“I didn’t say half the bottle,” says Tatsuya, though from the feel of things, the way Taiga can make out the liquid sloshing inside, he’s already taken care of that much.
“Are you drunk?”
“Maybe.”
“Tatsuya.”
“If you think you know the answer, don’t ask the question,” says Tatsuya.
This is about the draft, isn’t it? Another question Taiga’s not going to ask. The question of Tatsuya staying in college, playing more ball, honing his skills, of Taiga leaving for the NBA because he’s, well, ready. Everyone goes at their own pace, but Taiga’s pretty sure that’s going to sound patronizing to Tatsuya, coming from him especially (even if it’s true). But this isn’t about that, really, is it? Okay, it is, because with Tatsuya it’s always about basketball even when it’s about the two of them, because the two of them have always been about basketball and Tatsuya and basketball go back further than Tatsuya and Taiga, and because, well, everything. It’s so fucking complicated, but it always was; Taiga just hadn’t known back then. But this is about them, because the two of them and basketball always leads back to the two of them, just the two of them (paradoxical, yeah; Taiga takes a sip of the vodka and has to try very hard not to spit it out; Tatsuya laughs and Taiga doesn’t want to flip him the bird because, well).
“Tatsuya,” Taiga says, putting the bottle of vodka beside him, rolling over until they’re facing each other (it’s hard to see Tatsuya in the low light, but he can see the razors of those cheekbones and the soft wariness in his eye). “You know, even if I end up in, like, Toronto, I’m still yours.”
He reaches, clumsy, the edges of Tatsuya’s neck, the chain around it they’d both tried to stop wearing but couldn’t, tangles his fingers. He’s not going to say that he’d been Tatsuya’s when he’d gone to Tokyo, when he’d been back here and Tatsuya was in Akita; he doesn’t fucking have to (and it’s going to hurt both of them, slice in a tender way only they know, at things they want to be higher than).
“You won’t be in Toronto,” says Tatsuya. “Their pick’s going to be too late.”
Taiga’s fingers, still woven into the necklace, brush at Tatsuya’s cheek. It’s dry, but the smile Tatsuya gives is soft, his lips still wet, probably still numb with alcohol.
Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
“You found me, though,” says Tatsuya, a half-smile in the dark. geeeez, and he always will :(