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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!
FILL: TEAM JOHN<3KARKAT
You're not going anywhere, and that's the point. Nowhere is safe. There is no more news. If you want to know what's going on, you look outside, but there's the charm of living on an island in the middle of the Pacific ocean. Nothing is going on. They haven't found you yet. Your friends aren't so lucky. John stopped contacting you two days ago, Dave the day before him, and Rose, well--
TT: Jade, if you're still able to get these, I want you to know it's okay.
TT: They're not all unfriendly.
TT: I think John is alright.
TT: Tropes of our youth aside, we may survive this.
GG: :o
GG: rose!!
TT: I don't have much power left, Jade. My generator took a pretty big hit when they landed.
TT: It's only a matter of time before the rest of them find me. Mom is already gone.
GG: rose i wish i could come get you!
TT: Don't.
TT: What I'm trying to say is, don't worry.
GG: wow that's a load of bullshit if i ever heard one! or read one i guess! :|
GG: sorry rose but
15:29:03 -- tentacleTherapist [TT] has disconnected.
GG: oh no :(
The food is still good, even if you have to choke it down. You can see dim flashes of light across the sea, reflections of lasers on the masses of fog that have rolled in with the alien ships. They're huge and brightly colored, like giant, scary tropical fish. With guns. Way bigger guns than yours.
For a few days you and Becquerel are okay. You don't see any of their spaceships and you don't hear the wigwigwig of their lasers powering up, not like the first day, when they descended en masse, as if out of thin air. You sit below deck and let the ship drift, try not to go up unless you need to.
You play fetch with Bec in the hold and while he sleeps you work on grandpa's corpse, another monster to preserve. It's easier than you thought it would be. You've been trying not to think about it for years, because what kind of parent requests you preserve their corpse? A Harley, you guess.
You're elbows deep in his intestines when you hear it: the sudden booming hum of spacecraft, the cry of disturbed sea-birds. You take your time cleaning up and sealing the room, and you grab your best rifle, the one most comfortable in your hands. Bec comes without you calling him, and you go on deck to meet what is probably your death.
Death is grey faced and sweet, and standing on a spaceship floating in the water next to your boat. Her ship is the size of a family of whales. It's bright pink.
You raise your gun at her, and she laughs.
"Stop that!" she says. "I'm not," (she takes a breath, exuberant and gasping; it precedes the explosion of the next word,) "here to," (another breath, as if she's not used to breathing with her mouth) "hurt you!"
You don't trust her: she is grey; she has horns; there is a double ended trident taller than either of you. She is long limbed and yellow-eyed and has hair like an oil spill, huge and slick, falling down her shoulders.
She doesn't tell you her name or why she's here. She shouts every "h" and squeals and when she jumps from the stern of her ship to yours, both ships rock with the force of the waves she makes. She looms, a foot or two taller than you, and inspects things. Compliments your ship, your hair, your glasses, your height, the strength with which you hold your rifle.
In time, she tethers your ship to hers. No one else is on board her ship and if they are they don't come out. She takes food in--fish from the sea, blocks of crackers from your stores--for a pilot, her golden pilot. When you invite him out, she laughs. ("He's a bit tied down, sorry!")
EB: jade???
EB: hello?
EB: are you ok?
EB: are you alive?
EB: ok, well. get back to me when you see these!
You lose track of time when she kisses you. Time and you know there are things you should be taking care of; Bec lies at your feet, listening as she talks about home, how she's a princess and what she's going to do when it's her time to ascend. You don't really care but she promises, promises, hooks her long weird clawed pinky around yours and kisses her thumb and smiles with shark teeth, pointed razor fangs and pretty, soft lips. She promises she won't let anyone hurt you. You don't trust her.
You're not sure you trust yourself.
TG: yo jade everythings fine
TG: they left
TG: jade
TG: theres no way you died okay
TG: youre like sea bear gryllys or whatever
TG: bet you shot a bunch of aliens in the face
TG: you wont believe this but it turns out they were on vacation
TG: i know its fucking bizarre like ok lets go terrorize this small blue planet
TG: cause a massacre because we dont have good beaches
TG: bro went missing but hes back now
TG: he brought the internet back with him what a fucking hero
TG: four for bro coco lets hear it
TG: jade
TG: roses mom came back too
TG: were just
TG: are you there
TG: i
TG: we all miss you
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