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BONUS ROUND 5
Bonus Round 5
Tales from the Road
Hey, shippers! HSO is winding down, so we thought we'd take a look back at the journey, so to speak. With that in mind, this next bonus round is going to be roadtrip-themed! Give us a little taste of your characters' life on the road, whatever form that takes.
Rules
- Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of one ship (friendship/gen is fine too!) and a location. This cannot be your team's ship! This round we will not be giving points for prompts.
- Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!
- You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.
- Fills should be posted as replies to the prompts which they are for, following the format below. They may be any medium.
Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, please use this format in your title.
Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.
If you are filling a prompt, use this format in your title.
Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.
If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.
Posts not using this format in the title will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, no matter what they contain. They, like all comments on the comm, are subject to the Wank Policy.
Scoring
For fills (as stated here):
First 5 entries in each post: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10 in each post: 20 (per entry)
Entries 11-15 in each post: 10 (per entry)
Entries 16+ in each post: 5 (per entry)
All scored content must be created/assembled new for this round.
If you have any questions, please ask them at the FAQ post here, or email them to us (homestuck.shipping at gmail). Otherwise, we cannot guarantee that we will see them in a timely fashion!
Bonus Round 5 is now closed!
16/08/12 Comments are unscreened again, for the sake of comments on fills. No new fills are being counted for points.
FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI
Rose crosses her arms, and leans over the console to peer closely at the various knobs and switches. “Dave, if I were to ask you very nicely why we appear to be in a Public Police Call Box from Britain in the 1960s, that’s bigger on the inside and also, apparently, capable of traveling through time, would you be able to answer me in a succinct and non-sarcastic manner?”
You poke a switch, and look at a display that you’re pretty sure displays where you are currently. It shows the time, too, which you know is right. Down to the second, pretty impressive, honestly.
“No,” you say. “I mean I could make up some shit if you want transuniversal quantum thingy basically like maybe we took a wrong turn at Sasketchawan or the signing of the Magna Carta and ended up on this sweet piece of biznasty -”
She pushes you gently on the shoulder, which is sort of like your off switch, rambly dialogue-wise.
“I’m sure this ship has an owner,” she says. “And I doubt they’ll be pleased to return to find two stowaways fiddling with the dials.”
“You saw outside,” you say. “Hells of red planets weird gobbly piles of pink much undescribable flora and fauna I hate to break it to you but since our little excursion in the realm of what-the-fuck a couple of years ago I am kinda anti gettin stuck on planets what I don’t know where they are.”
Rose slips her hand into yours. “Yes,” she says. “I’m aware.” She smiles, and you smile too, because Rose smiling - an honest, earnest smile, not one meant to ward off foes or punctuate a particularly sarcastic point - is a thing of beauty. “Besides, I don’t think whoever - whatever - it is will be able to take two Sburb survivors.”
“Two extremely attractive Sburb survivors.”
“One more attractive than the other.”
“Gosh Rose wow didn’t know you liked my face that much.”
The door to the machine is flung open, and a man, all arms and legs and tweed galumphs -
“Is galumph a word? I’m gonna use it anyway,” you whisper to Rose.
“Live your dreams,” she whispers back.
- Anyway, galumphs into the room, and pauses when he sees the two of your, hands locked, standing in front of the console.
“Ah!” he says. “Another day, another completely improbable breakdown in my security! Well, go on then -” he clasps his hands, and rocks on his heels. “Name rank list of demands et cetera. Just go on, get it all out of your system.”
Rose slips one of her needles from the concealed pocket in her sleeve down into her hand. “I’m Rose Lalonde,” she says. “Mr. -?”
“Doctor!” he says. “Just doctor, that’s it, just the one word.”
“Doctor,” she says. She’s trying not to laugh, you think. “My name is Rose Lalonde, this is my charming brother and constant companion, Dave Strider -”
“Sup,” you say, throwing him the bro-nod. He responds with a spasmodic gesture of greeting of his own.
“- And as for demands, well, do you have any tea?”
“Or like, some Dew. Apple juice, I dunno, anything works. You have no idea how thirsty you get after dragging someone a couple thousand years well no I guess you probably do so,” you shrug.
“Eloquently put, as ever,” says Rose. “Tea, yes, and/or comparable refreshments, or I’m afraid we will be forced to hold your ship hostage.”
The Doctor’s smile is bright and completely earnest. “This is going to be the most fun hostile takeover I’ve had in centuries,” he says, bounding up some stairs towards another door that leads, well, okay you have no fucking clue. “Follow me I’ll take you to the kitchen, and meanwhile you will have to explain where you got that - “ he gestures to Rose’s Thorn. “interesting piece of equipment. And are those Ben Stiller’s shades?”
“See I told you I’d take you somewhere nice,” you say to Rose as you follow the man down a white corridor. “This guy’s down with the clown, he knows Stiller shades when he sees ‘em and everything. I bet if you ask him real nicely he has some stories about gibbering betentacled monstrosities to share too.”
Rose squeezes your hand tighter. “If I get stuck in a confined space with only rambling barely coherent companions for years, again, then I will have your head.”
“Shut up and follow the nice bouncing alien,” you say.
She rolls her eyes, and you kiss her cheek, and you’re both going to have to reflect later on the fact that this isn’t the strangest situation you’ve encountered in the last six months but for now everything’s a little all right.
Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI
thank you so much alshfksf
Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI
Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI