hs_olympics | BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Genre-Mixing

Hey, shippers! Welcome to your very first bonus round proper--we hope you have lots of fun with it! This time around we're going to be asking you to mix it up a little--each fanwork posted for this round will be a mish-mash of two different genres, blended together in a delightful incestuous slurry to create an UNSTOPPABLE CREATIVE CONCOCTION--er. Or. Something.

Yeah, we're genre-mixing. That's what we're doing this round.

Rules

Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of two different genres and one ship. This cannot be your team's ship! These are worth 5 points each, for a maximum of 100 points per team.

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 your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

If you are filling a prompt, use this format in your title.

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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 prompt posts: 5 points each (maximum of 100 per team)

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Meenah is in the middle of kicking a security guard in the face when her phone starts to ring. It proceeds to ring seven more times before she's done; she hums along with the tinny midi ringtone version of "Below the Ocean" as she chokes the guard out. The casino vault door shines bright and clear in the centre of the wall of surveillance camera screens, just waiting for her to walk over to it with a security pass when she's done. She nabs the guard's walkie-talkie and starts patting him down.

She says "False alarm, all clear here," into the walkie-talkie, and "What," into the phone.

"Meenah, I thought we agreed--"

"No Meenah here."

"I'm not using the codenames. The whole point of codenames is to protect your identity, and you're already gone in with your metaphorical guns blazing, if not your literal ones as well--"

"No Meenah here."

There's an audible sigh, and the line goes quiet for eight seconds, which is eight seconds longer than Aranea's usually quiet for. The security guard doesn't have his pass conveniently on him, which is such a load of crap. Meenah yanks open his desk drawers and starts rummaging, and, welp, someone must have found the suckerfish she stuffed into the dumpster, because all over the screens people in black suits and glasses are touching their earpieces and starting to casually walk away from their posts.

"M-Dogg Pizzle-Shizzle," Aranea eventually grits out between her teeth. "Can you please--"

"Aww yessssssss."

"Stop that."

"You said that. That actually came outta your wordhole."

"I said it to get your attention! Look, this is far too dangerous, even for you. I don't know why you keep doing things like this, but you have to stop! I mean, you don't even need the money--"

The security pass isn't in the desk drawer. Well, fuck. "I don't need nofin!" Meenah barks, and throws the drawer on the floor. "I don't need no protectin', I don't need no motherin', and I don't need no girl shoutin' in my pier!"

On the screens, the black suits start to filter into the corridor leading to the security room. The corridor. The single, sole corridor. Suddenly, the plan of "WR-ECK T)(-EIR S)(IT UP" seems a lot less awesome.

"Ear, I mean," Meenah sighs. "Pier, ear. That one was oarful."

"I understood it well enough." There's a long silence. It's almost like Aranea's searching for words, but that's got to be one of the signs of the apocalypse. "What do you need, then?" she asks.

There are a lot of people outside the door. Meenah flips them off on the screens, then slumps on to the guard's chair and kicks at the ground, spinning around in desultory circles. "I dunno," she says. "You're always the one who thinks of that kinda fin."

"Oh, Meenah," Aranea says. "One day you're going to have to figure it out for yourself."

The door opens, and the group of thugs steps in. It parts down the middle, and then there's a smaller figure in the center, suit somehow going with her lipstick.

"But in the meantime," Aranea says, and cocks whatever she's got pressed into the small of some goon's back, "I've got two .44 specials and a driver outside, and hopefully that will have to suffice."

Grabbing Aranea by the waist and spinning her around is a dumb idea with a roomful of muscle looming around them, but the suits cower away as Aranea's guns veer wildly around the room, and anwyay, it's totally worth it.

"You're an angelfish," Meenah grins.

"You are a horror," Aranea says, and slides on a pair of dark glasses. "Come on, let's blowfish this joint."

Rather light on the bildungsroman aspect, whoops. Consider it a scene from a larger work where Meenah gradually learns more about herself via a whole lot of breaking, entering, and kicking people in the face. :B

BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT