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BONUS ROUND 2

Bonus Round 2

The Return of Round Robin Fanadventures

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Hi shippers! Welcome to Bonus Round 2.
Round Robin Fanadventures generated so much awesome stuff last year that we decided to bring it back!

For those who are new to HSO, this is not actually that complicated a concept, but it might be a little tricky to explain, so bear with me. The point of this round is to create a bunch of fanadventures that are for a team other than your own.

Rules

If you are starting a new adventure: start a new thread using the title format defined below. Include either text or 1-2 pieces of embedded art setting a scene (or both!), and finish with a command (==> does not count as a command for new threads). Then sit back and wait for someone else to contribute!
If you are continuing an adventure: find a thread that does not center around your team's ship. Then comment using the title format defined below. Include either text or 1-2 pieces of embedded art continuing the scene (or both!), and finish with a command (this can include ==>, though generally we would prefer otherwise). Then sit back and wait for someone else to contribute!
For ease of reading, we suggest using standardized image sizes. 600x400 landscape is a pretty good size! But as long as it's the same as the other images in the thread, people will have an easier time following along. The HTML for inserting images is <img src="http://yourimageurlhere.com">
For this challenge, there is no minimum wordcount. We are trusting you not to abuse that fact!
You may not comment twice in a row in one adventure. The point is to hand off the scene like a hot potato.
You may not introduce or create for your team's ship into a fanadventure. If someone else introduces your team's ship to a thread, you can still contribute to that thread so long as your contributions do not involve your ship.
This challenge will run until 11:59PM EDT July 7. After that time, even if it's just by a minute according to the LJ timestamp, no submissions will be accepted for points.

NOTES:

Audio posts are fine, so long as you include a transcript.
Please make sure to check that your titles are correct!
You may answer commands that have already been answered. Think of it like a 'choose your own adventure' game!

Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, use this format in your title.

Replace [THEIR SHIP] with the ship you want this particular fanadventure thread to be. Remember that you cannot create a fanadventure based on your own ship. Whatever ship you choose must be represented by a HSO team not your own. The only exception is gen adventures, which are permitted.
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 it may not be counted.

If you are continuing a thread, use this format in your title.

Replace [COMMAND] with whatever command the previous fill has specified.
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 title is not in this format it may not 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
(as stated here)
First 5 entries per team: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10: 20 (per entry)
Entries 11-15: 10 (per entry)
Entries 16+: 5 (per entry)

All fanadventure content must be created new for this round.

We would prefer that any questions about this challenge or anything else in the HSO be emailed to us at homestuck.shipping AT gmail!

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You've got this. Simple Q&A. Small talk. You're good at this, right?

You... Uh. What?

Kanaya: Take the wheel.

You jump on that thought quickly, wow what a chicken.

Karkat: HEY LOSER, REMEMBER, THIS WAS YOUR IDEA.
Karkat: NO, I SAID. PROBABLY NOT A GOOD IDEA, I SAID.
Karkat: DAVE, I DON'T THINK YOU'LL ACTUALLY GO THROUGH WITH THIS.
Karkat: DAVE, ARE YOU SURE? I ASKED AS WE WALKED INTO THE BUILDING TEN SECONDS AGO.
Karkat: YES, YOU SAID, WOW I AM SO COOL, I AM SO COOL I CAN HANDLE THIS YOU SAID.

Dave: i didnt say it like that

> Dave: Tell her what you really said.

Edited 2012-06-26 19:07 (UTC)

Start Jailbreak Adventure

You wake up locked in a deserted jail cell, completely alone. There is nothing at all in your cell, useful or otherwise.

W8. Hold up.

>Mindfang: Attempt to pry open window.

Feferi sets foot on land, dripping wet and smiling that toothy grin of hers. "Hi!" she chirrups. "Sorry I'm late."

"You're here now, and that's what matters." Without much of a pause, you segue right into the purpose of this visit. "May I see this horrorterror skin you were discussing?"

"Oh! Right!" The highblood nods, reaching up towards something around her hair, and seems to seize what looks just like ... air, pulling it down in the emotion one would remove a hood. As it pulls away from her body, it assumes visibility, now appearing as a thin, rubbery layer making up a cloak. "It doesn't look like much on me, because, well, I already have all the necessary bits for being underwater! Go ahead, though. Try it on."

She extends the item out to you, and you cautiously take it, slipping it on.

==> Aradia: Also acquire the "necessary bits".

Your name is ANDREW HUSSIE and you just killed FORTY CHARACTERS. Killed 40 characters. That's as many as FOUR TENS. And that's TERRIBLE.

Whats that faint sound in the air? It sounds like.. the anguished screams of people everywhere.

=> AH: Turn on your computer.

You turn on your computer, and are surprised to find that you have been pestered. This is somewhat disturbing, as you have never, to your knowledge, installed Pesterchum, nor any other pestering system. You briefly ponder whether to open the message, but it's an easy decision. You're the author of the comic! You're in control! Nothing bad could happen to...

LE: HELLO HUSSIE
LE: I WANT TO PLAY A GAME

=> Hussie: Respond to this asshole.

Hmm... it seems you have a light load today. All you have is one letter for Ms. Andrea Paint of 10 Can Drive, one letter for Dr. David Bri- OH NO.

There is a HOLE in your MAIL BAG measuring nearly half its width! Has that been there since you left the POST OFFICE? Good thing you caught it at the start of your route! You whip around and, sure enough, the streets behind you are littered with letters. You can barely bring yourself to look at the horrific scene- it is any upstanding PARCEL MISTRESS's worst nightmare.

But how could this have happened? Your bag isn't too old, and it's not coming apart along a seam. You doubt you ripped it by accident- the bag is too durable for you to have ripped so large a hole without noticing. No, there is only one possible explanation for this catastrophe:

SABOTAGE.

Some unscrupulous citizen wants to subvert their neighbors' rights to the safe and efficient transportation of private parcels! The MONSTER. The only thought stronger in your mind than that of bringing this scoundrel to JUSTICE at the hands of the town's AUTHORITY REGULATOR is your steadfast attention to your DUTY. You've never lost a letter, and you don't plan on starting today.

> PM: Pick up trail of letters.

There are no o8jects around with which to "pry open window."

> Graft pumpkin to yourself so that you have one hideous arm.

Success! It is totally your time to shine as the person in front of you walks off with their badge. You've already got your money and id out like a good lil con-goer. No fumbling and holding up the line for you, no sirree!

However, before you can handover your nice wad of cash and identification, the chick behind the counter ducks down outta sight. She pops back up with a smile and hands you a SUPER DELUXE VIP BADGE.

"Your mother left this here for you to pick up! It's all paid for already so don't worry. Enjoy the convention!"

The MOTHER-DAUGHTER SHENANIGANS METER firmly dips back in your mother's favor as you thank the lady at the counter. You quickly scamper the hell out of the registration area to blot out your last name from the badge. The piece of lamented paper and plastic positively REEKS of adult supervision (hehe that makes it sound like your mom's superman, although she seems more like a skirt-wearing wonder woman to you).

Superheroes aside, that's definitely her curling script on the badge.

Roxy: Redecorate the SUPER DELUXE VIP BADGE.

Note: Humanstuck and they're in two different bodies if anyone's confused! ;o

Your name is Calliope.

And it is wonderfully stormy outside. This kind of weather was always your favorite (you're not much a fan of the sun) because it's the perfect weather for nestling up inside and writing. You're about to reach for your Fanfiction Journal you stash under your bed until you hear an eerie hoooo. Something that could easily be taken as the wind outside sounds alarming similar to your brother's laugh. And you couldn't dare to take out your journal if he was lurking nearby.

==> Calliope: Check room for any unwanted guests.

Edited 2012-06-26 21:22 (UTC)

Dave: i said
Dave: that
Dave: painfully uncool chumps get koi fish tramp stamps permanently tattooed on their bodies in this very store daily so hey why the fuck shouldnt i be able to handle it
Dave: im just saying i would probably be able to handle it a lot better if you ran over to the bar across the street and got me an appletini

You're not chickening out now, no way. A Strider isn't afraid of a little pain. Back when you lived at home you strifed with your brother daily, and you have the scars to prove it. Like tattoos celebrating the pain you felt and the lessons you learned. So totally sweet. But not as sweet as the real tattoo you're getting today. If only Karkat would help you get some alcohol in your bloodstream before it's your turn and your fate is in the frankly horrifying hands of Marcus the tattoo guy.

Karkat: I'M NOT GETTING YOU AN APPLETINI, DICKHEAD.
Dave: please
Dave: please please please
Dave: ill stop trying to strife with the coachsurfers
Karkat: STRIDER, YOU ARE PATHETIC.

> Dave: Think about the totally sweet tattoo you're getting

AH: No, see, I'm going to stop you there.
AH: Because I know what you're going to say, know how? Because I write this story.
AH: I know how this is going to end, and it's going to end with you all ready being here.
AH: And I'm going to tell you now, that this is a bad idea.
AH: It is ALWAYS a bad idea.

You block this asshole.

It's not going to do much, but you're sick of him godmoding his way into things. Like he is now, because as you said... he is all ready here.

> LE: All ready be there.

Fuck no, you definitely did not enjoy that. That was the gayest shit you've ever done. We're talking fresh off the press, flaming hot levels of gay. Like boner inducing excessive levels of gay. Hot enough to heat a billion and a half suns of gay.

Wait what.

You decide to not to think to much about that. There was a reason you came down here for. Right, got to find the rogue Dave.

Who the fuck are these douche bags? Oh right. This may take a while.

>Daves: Brainstorm how to figure who is the rogue Dave.

The tattoo you're getting is the ABSOLUTE SWEETEST. It may not be inherently fancy but you like to think that makes it even cooler. Everyone will just gawk at you, wow who's that cool guy with that sweet tat. What does it even MEAN.
For future reference you are getting a tattoo that looks like the gear of a clock.

> Karkat: Say something to your boyfriend.

Plan B?

The plan where you decided to rewrite one of your books and send it to Dirk, reminiscent of the present he gave you not long ago? You weren't too serious about the plan at first; it was a throw-away idea that had came to you in case something went wrong. (And nothing usually went wrong when it came to baking!)

But now it didn't seem too bad?

==> Jane: Examine bookshelf

Edited (omg forgot my team again >.>) 2012-06-26 21:22 (UTC)

(animated gif ahead)

What pumpkin?

> Talk to that troll in the window!

MINDFANG: Hey you!
MINDFANG: You with the hair!
MINDFANG: M8ke yourself useful and find out what this key unlocks!

>Throw the key at that guy so he can open the door.

(btw here's the whole summoner in case you need/want it: http://i.imgur.com/tp76d.png)

Edited 2012-06-26 21:39 (UTC)

Your name is ARADIA MEGIDO, and you are a water monster.

Or at least, that's what other people consider you to be, you just think of yourself as a being. Since that's what you are. You're not too sure how you came to be, some sort of froggy mess, really. But you are 0kay with it, and 0kay with your life too. Though, you do wish people would stop treating you so harshly.

They think you don't have emotions or feelings, but really you do.

A lot of people seek you out to poke fun or to capture you, which explains what you're doing right now. You're hiding.

You heard someone nearby your pond earlier, and now you're hoping that they go away. You doubt this will be, though.

> Eridan: Explain yourself!

> Sweet Bro & Hella Joff: kis s tengderly

You knew, of course, that both Rose and her mother were going to come to visit. You were even excited to meet Ms. Lalonde, as anyone who could have raised such a lovely friend of John's must be quite a lovely person themselves. But you were not prepared for this! You have never seen such a classy, suave woman in your life, and one has certainly never stood on your porch. Her scarf flutters in the wind, only accentuating her self-assured stance.

It occurs to you that you should probably greet the Lalondes, as you would hate to be considered rude!

You would also hate for it to seem as though you were staring at Ms. Lalonde, as that is definitely not a thing that any stately gentleman such as yourself would ever do.

Ahem.

==> Dad: Greet your guests.

You'd love to equip your trusty SICKLE. However, like the enormous idiot you are, you left it back in the USELESS HEAP OF METAL that used to be your SPACESHIP.

You suppose you could go back and get it, since it seems like this guy isn't going to be attacking you anytime soon. Seriously, he's definitely way too incompetent. He couldn't even control his WILD HOOFBEAST.

Quickly, you dart back to the USELESS HEAP OF METAL and nab your SICKLE, smoothly equipping it and brandishing it with as much FEROCITY and SKILL as you can muster. You muster a bit more of the former since, to be honest, you kind of lack much of the latter, but that's irrelevant.

>John: Be properly afraid of this new threat.

You propose that the two of you play TWISTER: THE GAME THAT TIES YOU UP IN KNOTS, but the green monster boss guy misunderstands you, and thinks that you are proposing that the two of you TIE THE KNOT and get human MARRIED. He says that it is too soon for that kind of affection, telling you that you have an unbelievably dirty mind for a kid. Despite this, he looks like he's having a hard time saying no.

You aren't exactly sure how this all happened, but you cannot believe that your plans have gone downhill so suddenly. What a shame.

>Dirk: Break it down to the Big Guy that you do not actually want to get married.

Throwing the key reveals that it was just a television hooked onto the wall that runs on batteries. That was stupid. Behind it is hopefully the real deal.

>Punch him in the face to simultaneously make sure he's real and establish dominance.

Edited 2012-06-26 22:21 (UTC)

Ok, you'll admit it, the drink isn't half bad. It's pretty good, actually. It's sort of sweet and sour all at once and leaves a pleasant warmth behind it as it goes down your throat. You finish the first pretty quickly, mostly so you can get Roxy off your back, but then she's offering you a second and halfway through a strange feeling steals over you. Muscles you didn't even know you had are relaxing. You don't know what to think about it.

You finish your second almost automatically, in a loop of raise your glass, take a sip, swallow, lower your glass, marvel at the strange feeling in your head, rinse and repeat. This drink really is delicious. You sort of want more, but the still-rational part of your mind doesn't want to admit that to Roxy.

It doesn't really matter much anymore, anyway, since Jake has just arrived and Roxy takes stumbling leave of you after patting you affectionately on the ass. Which, somehow, just makes you want to laugh right now instead of yell. Odd.

Ok, so...yes. You decide that having another drink is pretty much the best idea ever.

And that's how you end up back at the turntables. Dave just has a playlist going at the moment, and is shuffling through files on his laptop. You sort of clear your throat to get his attention, but it doesn't work.

KARKAT: HEY.

Dave looks up, your eyes meeting over his shades.

DAVE: sup
KARKAT: YOU ACTUALLY LIVE HERE, RIGHT?
DAVE: yeah
DAVE: welcome to la casa striderlalonde
DAVE: your one stop shop for dancing partying and shenanigans
DAVE: and a drunk chick touching butts left and right
DAVE: will it be a pinch this time or a full on ten fingered grab
DAVE: is the question on everyones lips
DAVE: what do you want

Dave is leaning back in this high-backed desk chair, and you can't help but notice all these little things about him. Things you've always noticed, but really, really didn't want to think about. Like how his neck is exposed when he sits like that, pale and...slender, or something, and his shoulders are so...narrow? He looks almost fragile. He's taller than you, but still smaller somehow. It's making something pleasant squirm in your stomach.

KARKAT: I...THINK I WANT ANOTHER DRINK.

Dave: Get Karkat another drink.

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BONUS ROUND 2

Bonus Round 2

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DAVE: Be the coolkid. Make your move. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE)

> Karkat: Remind Dave that this was his idea in the first place. (FILL: Team Karkat<3Karkat)

New Mindfang<3Summoner Game (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE)

Aradia: Ask to see the merchandise. (FILL: TEAM JADE<3ARADIA])

New [Andrew Hussie<3Lord English] Game (FILL: TEAM [Aradia<>Tavros])

AH: Turn on your computer (FILL: TEAM DOLOROSA<3MINDFANG)

> PM: Check mail bag. (FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA)

> Mindfang: Attempt to pry open window. (FILL: Team Karkat<3Karkat)

==> Roxy: Obtain CON BADGE (FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3SOLLUX)

New [Calliope <3< uu] Game (FILL: TEAM TAVROS <3 VRISKA)

> Dave: Tell her what you really said (FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3KARKAT)

> Hussie: Respond to this asshole. (FILL: TEAM [Bro<3Grandpa])

>Daves: Pretend you did not enjoy that. (Fill: Roxy<3Autoresponder)

> Dave: Think about the totally sweet tattoo you're getting. (FILL: Team Karkat<3Karkat)

==> Jane: Initiate Plan B! (FILL: TEAM TAVROS <3 VRISKA)

Graft pumpkin to yourself so that you have one hideous arm (FILL: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA)

> Talk to that troll in the window! (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE)

Re: > Talk to that troll in the window! (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE)

New [Eridan<3Aradia] Game (FILL: TEAM [Bro<3Grandpa])

Swet Bro & Hella Jeff: KEEP DOIN TGHE YAOIS (FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3KARKAT)

==> (FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA)

>Karkat: Equip strife specibus (FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA)

> Dirk: Propose that you play TWISTER: THE GAME THAT TIES YOU UP IN KNOTS! (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE)

>Throw the key at that guy so he can open the door. (Roxy<3Autoresponder)

Past Karkat: Get drunk (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)