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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!
FILL: Team Daisuga, G
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: pining, mutual pining probably, eye contact, dumb boys are dumb
Word Count: 554
***
Makoto felt his legs shake under him, his lungs aching, as he stood atop the cold solid platform, the weight of the medal around his neck the only thing grounding him in the roaring stadium. Bronze. Bronze. No one had expected him, a lanky swimmer from rural Japan, to make it anywhere close to the podium—and yet here he was. Makoto wasn't entirely sure that all the wetness of his face was from the pool.
As the anthem of the gold medalist began to play, Makoto searched across the length of the pool where the next swimmers were beginning to warm up. It was easy enough to find what he was looking for. Haru was standing on one leg, stretching his quadriceps and staring back at Makoto with a gaze as heavy as the medal around Makoto's neck. The intensity of it cut the breath from Makoto's lungs, made him swallow involuntarily. I saw you, that look said. I was watching.
He'd known that Haru would be watching, but it was different like this, somehow. He loved Haru's eyes. He'd let Haru's eyes scrape his skin, bore into his soul, set him on fire, drown him, pin him to that podium and keep him there. If he was honest, he always would have.
When the ceremony was finished, he stepped off the podium and went to the stands to watch. It was Haru's turn, after all. There was no rule that said Makoto wasn't allowed to watch back.
—
Haru watched him for the rest of the night—at the athlete's banquet, at their medal celebrations, on the walk back to Olympic Village with some of Team Japan's other athletes. His stare set Makoto's heart hammering, the same way it did back when they were in high school middle school, elementary school, swimming side by side and dreaming of nothing beyond doing the same tomorrow. He'd always known what it meant for a boy to set his heart racing, but Haru was his friend. No sense in ruining that.
"My room's this way. I'll see you all tomorrow," Makoto said when they got to his junction. The rest waved goodbye, but Haru lingered. As soon as the others were out of sight, Makoto asked, "Haru?"
Without warning, Haru reached out, fingers slipping underneath the open fabric of Makoto's jacket, and pulled out the bronze medal. He traced the engravings under his thumb for a moment, almost reverent, pulling the ribbon taut around Makoto's neck. For a terrifying moment, Makoto was worried he might let himself follow that pull.
"You've got one too, you know," Makoto said softly instead, "and gold's a lot better than bronze, anyway."
"I like this one because it's yours," Haru said simply. He let the medal fall lightly back against Makoto's chest and then looked up to meet Makoto's eyes one more time. There were hundreds of words behind Haru's stare, but for once, Makoto found it impossible to translate.
"Goodnight," Haru said. Suddenly the moment was gone, vanished into the cool night air. Haru was halfway down the hall before Makoto managed to get out a quick "Goodnight, Haru" of his own. As he lay awake in bed that night, his bronze medal stowed carefully on his bedside table, he couldn't help feeling like he was missing something important.
Re: FILL: Team Daisuga, G
maybe it's wishful thinking on my part, but i can't help feeling like they'll get there someday. a place both of them want even more than the top of the podium.
thank you for writing this!
Re: FILL: Team Daisuga, G