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Bonus Round 7: Free For All

Let's finish SASO 2017 with a bang. This bonus bonus round allows any kind of prompt imaginable in any format. The sky's the limit!
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with literally any kind of prompt, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms, with the following caveats:
- Large image prompts should be thumbnailed and linked to, as explained here.
- Fanart/fanfiction/fanwork prompts are only allowed if you created the fanwork yourself or if you have explicit permission to use it, and proof of permission must be linked to in your prompt header.
- Quote prompts can come from almost anything, but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
- Reposting prompts is fine, but be respectful and keep crediting in mind. A prompt belongs to the person who posted it to this round, and who can fill it is determined by whether or not they are on that person's team.
- If reposting a br2 (tic tac toe) prompt, please post each prompt square as its own individual comment. Posting tic tac toe boards wholesale will crash our br scorer and the bonus doesn't apply for this round, anyway.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Akira & Hikaru). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Akira/Hikaru). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Besides that, if you want to prompt something, regardless of format—even formats not previously allowed in SASO—go right ahead. If you're unsure you can ask us for clarification, but tbh just go for the gold.
- Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with a 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)
- 8 tracks (fanmixes)
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 The Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Love Live
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 563
Cyberpunk and POC girls! Rakshata is Indian, Ranpha is Chinese. They are incredibly minor characters from Love Live who don’t get anywhere near as much love as they should.
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Ranpha’s feet are sore and every joint in her fingers ache as she finally finishes her shift. Robots have taken over most mechanical and delicate tasks, including cleaning; while this is not where she imagined her life would end up, she has to be grateful for any work she can get.
She queues up with her coworkers so the forewoman can issue the chit of payment to her ID-band; it flashes green, displaying her current balance in an easy-to-read font that even her tired eyes can make out.
Good. One more day of survival.
Once out of the factory, she pauses only to lace her boots tighter. The fancy body-conforming clothes that reshape themselves are far too expensive for her; old-fashioned boots, made of rubber and cloth stapled and sewn together, are what she can afford and they serve her well as she trudges through the city.
The streets are empty of most signs of life; robots walk the streets in orderly lines, doing basics tasks so that normal people won’t risk emerging from their sealed rooms. Mostly that means buying the ingredients for nutri-pills. Sometimes it means disposing of a citizen who has died.
Ranpha averts her eyes from a robot with a suspiciously large sack over its shoulder and runs onwards. The less time she’s out in the polluted air, the better. Her facemask’s filter has been a deep gray for the last few days and she knows she needs to replace it; once it’s black, she won’t be able to breathe through it at all.
*
“RAKSHATA’S RICE”, the neon sign above the small stall proclaims proudly. It’s hardly bigger than an old-time cubicle but it’s hers and that’s good enough for Rakshata. Shelves line all three walls, stacked with jars and home-made plates of carved plastic, and she has a mixer right in front of her. She can hardly turn around and has to do exercises in place to keep her muscles from tensing up but her stall is safely inside a large, sealed building and does a brisk business.
As one of her regulars jogs up, Rakshata smiles automatically even as she palms one of the special wrappers under the til.
“Hello, Ranpha! What can I get you?”
“Sweet curry rice with extra sweetness, please,” Ranpha says with a smile that makes the silly passphrase into an almost flirtatious statement.
Rakshata ducks her head and quickly starts pulling down jars from the shelves, dropping their contents into the mixer. The machine whirrs away, then spits out a round, hard candy-esque nutri-pill the size of Rakshata’s thumb. Once Ranpha puts it in her mouth and starts sucking, it’ll activate the parts of her brain that receive sensory information from her mouth and teeth to create the taste and mouth-feel of having a spoonful of well-spiced sweet curry rice.”
Rakshata puts it on the center of the wrapper, twists the wrapper around it deftly and hands it over. “Please enjoy!”
“I will!” Ranpha pops it into her mouth, wrapper and all, and winks. Rakshata’s cheeks heat up so she looks down, refusing to watch Ranpha stroll away.
Once the wrapper’s dissolved, it’ll upload the meeting place directly to Ranpha’s mind. The meetings of the revolutionaries are very serious and dangerous things but maybe it’ll be easier to ask Ranpha out then than when Ranpha comes for her weekly treat.