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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-07-23 07:03 pm
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Bonus Round 5: Clue

Clue


SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).


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)!

This round closes on 5 August @ 7PM EDT. (Countdown Timer.)


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)
There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:If FILLING:If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.


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!
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FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

[personal profile] fickle 2017-07-26 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Asahi & Kei
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 497 words

Warnings for kidnapping, discussion of sexual slavery, general terribleness. Aka the AU where Daichi’s a yakuza boss and Kei works for him.

***

Asahi gets no warning. He opens the door, steps into his apartment and then a sickly smell, sweet as spoiled strawberries, assails his senses. He has just enough time to register something wet pressed against his face before he's out.

*

When he wakes up, his wrists and ankles are bound, all his clothes are gone and he's lying on his back on a bed. There's a man seated on a chair next to the bed, staring down at him through rectangular glasses that shield the coldest eyes that Asahi has ever seen.


"What--" He tries to say, mouth sticky and dry at once, only to be cut off by a gesture from the man.

"Don't speak," the man instructs. "I'll inform you of the situation and then, if you still have any questions, you may ask them. Nod if your head is clear enough to understand me."

Asahi hesitates, then nods. He'll be better off playing along until he has more of an idea of what's going on. There are no windows, no way to tell how long he's been gone.

"Good." The man adjusts his glasses, his gaze still on Asahi's face. "The Crows received word that there was some suspicious yakuza activity going on in KArasuno. A big man, not known to anyone already in the yakuza, threatening women."

Asahi's eyes widen. Surely they didn't mean --

"When we investigated the rumors, we found they were false and the object of concern was only a high school boy." The man pauses, then adds as if he isn’t quite sure of Asahi's intelligence, "That's you."

"...So you'll let me go?" Asahi asks, hoping that this had all just been an extremely terrifying misunderstanding.

"No. And don't interrupt." The man frowns slightly and Asahi presses his lips together to signify he won’t do it again.

"While we were investigating, the boss took an interest in you. You're big and he likes that, but you're also timid which he likes even more. Big men are often arrogant, unwilling to learn their place." The man's eyes snap down to Asahi's crotch and Asahi finds himself flushing when his captor looks back at his face. "He's decided you'll be his personal pet. Consider yourself lucky; the usual breaking-in process for stubborn pets involves having all the fight fucked out of them."

In the man's cold, dispassionate tones, 'fuck' becomes a word as neutral as 'glass'.

Asahi swallows and waits to be allowed to ask questions.

The man keeps talking. "We know about your little ex-boyfriend and family. Try to contact any of them and they will be killed. Run away and they will be killed. They live in our territory and their continued survival relies on your good behavior. Any questions?"

Asahi's mouth is too dry to get any words out. He swallows, then asks, "...For how long?"

Something like amusement glints in the man's eyes. "Until he gets tired of you and passes you on to someone else."