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.

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 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

Once upon a time in a tiny white room there lived a tiny white girl. Her hair was white, and her teeth were white, and her body was white where the white plates were fitted on to cover the wires. Her skin where it was skin was almost white, but her eyes were black.

The girl did not know this, for she could not see her eyes. There were no mirrors in the white room.

The girl's name was PM, which was her model, and 1025, which was her unit number. Of course, this wasn't the name her mother had given her, for though in those days mothers sometimes gave their daughters silly names, 1025 was much too high a number to have been an organic unit number. The girl didn't remember her mother, or the name her mother had given her. Sometimes this made her sad, but her job made her happy.

PM1025 had a very important job. This was explained to her by the serious people in white clothes who came into the white room and took care of her, which they called maintenance. It was her job to send all the letters that people mailed to each other on the computers and make sure they arrived safely. This was a very important job, and because she was partly a computer too, she and the other PMs could do it.

It was lonely sometimes, in the tiny white room, but the letters were always there. They brushed past her all the time and sang little songs to cheer her up. No one else could see them, because they were in her head.

When the tiny girl got older, the tiny room seemed even tinier and even lonelier than before. The serious people didn't come as often as they used to, and the girl who was no longer tiny started to feel little pains under her white metal plates.

One day, when she was listening to the letters to distract her from the tickling feeling of something not connected up right, the girl thought: Everyone else sends letters when they want to talk to someone. I will send a letter too.

She picked a name out of all the names she knew because the letters sent by that name sang especially brightly, and she sent that name a letter. It was a very simple letter. It said: Hello. I don't know who you are. Will you talk to me?

Nothing came back at first. The girl tried not to be sad.

The next day, when she was still trying not to be sad, there was a song in her head just for her. It was a letter!

Hello, it said. I would be glad to talk to you. I am Wendy. Who are you?

The girl was so happy to have a letter of her own to answer that she wiggled a few wires loose by accident. I'm PM1025, she said. You write the nicest-sounding letters. That's why I wanted to write you one too.

PM1025 and Wendy wrote and wrote. The girl told her new friend everything about the white room, which wasn't much. Wendy told her about everything else, which was.

I wish I could see everything with you, the girl said one day.

Wendy wrote back very quickly. Why can't you? I would like that too, very much.

Because I have a very important job to do, said the girl. Wendy understood. She understood all about having important jobs. She didn't like to talk about it much, but the girl knew that she had a very important job of her own.

One day, the serious people in white clothes came in large numbers to the tiny white room. They poked and prodded at the girl, and they talked to each other over her head. They thought she couldn't hear, but she could, and she heard words that scared her, words like "obsolete" and "decommissioned".

As soon as they were gone she sent a letter to Wendy. It wasn't a very good one, because she couldn't think clearly with her head full of tears, but it was long, all about what the serious people had said and how the girl was frightened of not having a job or anything else to do anymore.

Wendy sent back a much shorter letter. Hang in there. I will come.

The girl waited. The tiny room felt too tiny, so she shut her eyes and listened to the letters instead. They made little songs, just like always, as she sent them along to the people they were meant for.

A little while later, there were sounds outside that the girl had never heard before. They frightened her, and she tried to be very quiet so no one would hear.

The door of the tiny white room opened. The woman who opened it was in white clothes like the serious people, but she was nothing like them. She was tall and elegant, and her right hand was all gold from the very fingertips to where her arm vanished into her white sleeve.

The girl wasn't frightened anymore. She knew this person. There was a song in her head like the times when she got a letter just for her.

"Hello, Wendy," she said, smiling.

The elegant woman smiled too. "Hello." She started to unhook the girl from the wires that kept her in the tiny white room. She knew all the right places where the girl stopped being girl and started being things. "Are you ready to go?"

"Where will we go?" asked the girl.

"Everywhere," she said.

And they did.