hso_mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hso_mods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hs_olympics2012-06-10 01:02 am
hso_mods) wrote in hs_olympics2012-06-10 01:02 am
Entry tags:
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!
PROMPT: TEAM EQUIUS<3KARKAT
Re: PROMPT: TEAM EQUIUS<3KARKAT
FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE
"Stay to the water, John. Safer in the water. You never know, you know, you never know what'll come popping out when you're in the trees. When I give the word you go under. Anytime you hear anything, anytime you see the fires, you go under. Remember what I told you. What I told you, remember? Remember what I..."
You've been talking to John for three weeks straight, stopping only to make him rest for the night. ("Stay at the tops, in the branches, they can't get up there, their arms'll fall off, heh. I'll stand watch. Sit watch. Sitting's more comfortable, for a man of my age. Nngh, I'm too old to be fighting zombies.") It's been three weeks since you'd killed your only son, a mass of bloody, pulpy flesh, rotten at the edges, his beautiful baby blues eaten out by the disease.
The sloshing stops. One thing about wading through swamp water: you can't exactly take a rest. It's been decades since the coasts went, years since the decay of the land began its raid in people's veins. It really was true, that cliche line in every environmentalist movie. Our fate is tied to the Earth's. Well, the Earth started rotting long ago, then the people started, and it seems like it's been just that long since you sat down proper. Standing's the only resting now. Blinking's the only sleeping, 'less you count those few hours in the night when the irresponsible father dozes off during his guard shift.
An arm. Lying underneath that fallen tree. Oh God, oh God, looks like it's severed. What poor devil... no. No, wait, it's a whole darn person, half-floating in the water. Slosh, slosh, slosh. He's face-up, and breathing, arms spread wide, blood... Well. That pale face is going to get paler if you don't do something. And it's been a while since you've done... anything. Anything that would be a risk. But looking at that face... looks like it's time to take some risks.
Building a fire comes as naturally as walking. It's his arm that's bleeding, and it's not too hard to get clean and wrapped up. Always keep the first aid around, in case John gets hurt. He moans through cracked lips, but swallows clean water willingly enough. It's hard enough to get water... sure hope it's worth it.
Two day's time: the young man stirs to life. "Who... you?" he manages to get out, after you force him to drink water more slowly, not in gulps, it'll still be here in a while. "Name's Egbert. And you're Nearly Dead."
"Actually... 's Strider."
"Strider...? Dave-"
Strider yelps painfully. "Shut it old man. You don't know what you're touching there."
"Well, you're talkin' better, anyhow."
"Hmph."
Three week's time: Up and walking and has joined you indefinitely. Egbert still talks to John. Strider doesn't talk at all. That white face is stone-dead, even though he saved him... well, not completely, apparently. His hook nose is almost always turned sideways to you, and you've never seen his eyes beneath the sunglasses.
One month's time: "Who the hell you think you're talking to, old man?"
"Told you. Name's Egbert. And if you don't think a father should comfort his own son in these troubling times, well."
"...Crazy man."
Four month's time: You've fallen into a predictable pattern. Walk, eat, guard, sleep.
Five month's time: "I just wanna say... thank you."
"For what, son?"
"You saved me. And I never said anything."
"You still don't say much of anything."
"I know. If there's anything I can do... about... John?"
Your shoulders slump. For the first time, you have to admit... John's gone. And... "Something's wrong with me."
Strider kneels beside you. "I know, man. Me too." He grabs your chin, tilts up your hat... takes off his sunglasses. "Been a long time coming." Then he kisses you. And, you kiss back.
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah...
no subject