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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 MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: magical realism
Prompt:
Aomine in a pawn shop with the crystals that Kise's tears formed.
FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 433 words
Warnings for mention of injury!
***
The doorbell over the small shop jingled merrily as Aomine pushed the door open. He ignored the stacks of merchandise, not even glancing at the shelves, and made a beeline for the counter where an old man was using a magnifying glass to read the newspaper.
“How much for these?” He asked, tipping a handful of crystals onto the wooden countertop.
“Good morning, young man,” the pawnshop keeper said amicably but with a hint of reproach. Young people these days had no manners! They were always in such a hurry to get to places and do things.
“...Good morning,” Aomine said after a second, remembering how many times he’d been admonished to try to speak more politely. “Please, how much can you give me for these?”
The old man tsked and switched out his magnifying glass for a jeweler’s loupe. He swept a black velvet cloth, much worn and a little faded, onto the counter and transferred all the jewels to rest on top of the cloth. Aomine watched carefully to make sure none of the crystals disappeared into the man’s palm.
“Hmmm,” the man said, picking them up one by one with a pair of tweezers. His hands trembled, spotted with age and as wrinkled as his face, but he didn’t drop a single crystal.
He put them down, along with the loupe, and looked at Aomine with milky-blue eyes, clouded at the edges but still sharp at the center.
“These aren’t natural,” he said flatly.
“Yeah,” Aomine admitted, “I know. So how much are they worth?”
“Hard to say,” the old man said, stirring them with the tweezers. “Where did you get them from? They may have better uses than jewelry.”
“...Tears,” Aomine said, still keeping a wary eye on the crystals.
The man’s focus shifted sharply away from the stones to Aomine. “Tears of sorrow? Grief? Joy? Fatigue? Anger?”
“Pain,” Aomine said, unwilling to explain any further about Kise’s ankle and how it had been his fault Kise had been pushed too far.
The shopkeeper sighed dolefully and shook his head. “Crystallized pain won’t go for much, young man. If you’re going to go to all the trouble of dosing an enemy, you might as well use a poison.”
“Then as jewelry - how much would you pay for them then?” Aomine asked desperately.
“...Tell you what,” the man said finally, bringing out a little box from under the counter. “I won’t pay you for those but I will trade you.”
He opened the box and Aomine peered down at the contents.
“How’d you like to trade for some magic beans?”
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 442
***
The tears had fallen from Kise’s eyes, inconsequential almost at the time (Kise always cries at shitty movies on TV late at night, at stupid radio interviews that are designed to hook the tears out of people). Aomine had caught them on his thumb but then they’d gotten hard and heavy, crystallized. Brilliant, beautiful in the light. Of course, this is the type of thing that happens to beautiful people like Kise all of the time, crstal tiers and butterfly breaths (though that would be fucking uncomfortable) and gold sweat. Aomine turns the tears over in his palm and then Kise kisses him, rough and strong like a wave bowling him over, the consequences of letting his attention slip away from Kise just for a bit.
Aomine would forget and remember after that, catch slips of tears on his thumb or as the’d fallen from Kise’s cheek, place them in a dish they used to use for loose coins. They didn’t talk about it; there were other things to talk about, work and money and who’s turn it was to pay the bills and whose turn it was to control the TV remote (and how those were related or totally not). It hadn’t come up at all except in that last fight, the things they’d threatened to throw and the way they’d stomped all over each other’s hearts and lungs like they were wearing fresh combat boots they’d needed to break in, like there was no going back.
And there isn’t now; there’s just Aomine in the apartment where it’s always his turn to pay the bills, alone without Kise, the television off late at night so he doesn’t watch stupid shit and cry by himself (or sappy shit and cry even harder, the tears drying and fading into his cheeks, never crystallizing to much more than salt on skin). A little extra cash never hurts, and looking at the dish full of Kise’s tears does, so Aomine takes it to the pawn shop one day, spreading them out on the table.
“Teardrop crystals, huh?”
“I know all about their properties,” says Aomine. “Don’t stiff me.”
“We don’t stiff people here,” says the woman behind the counter.
It’s less than Aomine would have liked, but fair if he counts the bonus of being rid of one more reminder of Kise, one more reminder of the way things once were. He keeps the dish, drops ten yen coins in it, and pretends not to look over and hope that one day he’s going to see crystals again (he doesn’t want Kise to cry, but Kise almost never cries when he really means it).