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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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It's all you can do is observe your collapsed coworker. Observe and laugh. Laugh and laugh. Laugh so hard that you can't hear or feel the tell-tale creaks of your chair similarly collapsing.

==> Chair: Break under John's plush rump.

Smashing! You just know this will work as Roxy would never lie to you! She is as reliable an ol' gal as they come! You're just glad she told you about this.

For good measure you whistle a whole compilation of pop songs and look back to your cuffs, which will obviously pop open at any second.

The cuffs predictably remain closed. Seriously what kind of idiot would program in that shitty of a fail safe? Roxy was just having her jollies with you again.

However your whistling does seem to have done SOMETHING at the least, in that it has drawn a certain someone's attention.

==> Dirk: Investigate sound

You are now a chair, a rather magnificent chair if you do say so yourself. Nice leather and soft cushiony interior and wheels that swivel with upmost ease. Other chairs are envious, who wouldn't want to be you.

Well at this moment, you.

Seriously though, you are used to people sitting on you, even swirling around like idiots, but this, this is ridiculous. You are being dragged around and shamed and now this thing is laughing atop you, your frame cant take much more of this. You are going to break.

And so you do.

You hope that thing lands hard or at least bad things happen to it.

==> John: Fall forward.

You begin to follow the popcorn trail, which you are very glad never branches out in different directions, you don't need that hassle!

The trail is long and uneventful, you weren't even aware this house was this big! Maybe it just seems bigger because of the dark? You wish you knew where you were, you know you are still on ground level because you have yet to encounter stairs but still where in the house? It feels so strange to be lost in a house you've been to so many times.

Oh.. you think the trail is ending! Finally, it has been forever! You grin, happy to finally be at the end, you bump into a door and realize the end is on the other side. Cautiously you open the door and on the other side you find-

*SHRIEEEEEEEEEEK* what the hecccccck!

==> Choose character.

It doesn't take you too long to accept Dirk's offer of a drink. It seems like a good chance to get out of the vicinity of the totally fake boat and leave your embarrassment behind. Though Dirk seemed to have shoosh and papped most of the bystanders away from your attention, you can't help but feel a bit sheepish still standing in front of the boat replica.

Plus, why wouldn't you accept an opportunity to get a drink with your new husband on your honeymoon? It's a part of what honeymoons are for right? For you, this will certainly be a different type of adventure altogether, and you're not one to turn an adventure down.

Jake: Go on a different kind of adventure

>Be the Midnight Crew

You can't be all of the Midnight Crew at once, that would be impossible, so you stick with being CLUBS DEUCE.

You pretty much think that opening a daycare as a front was the best thing your crew has ever done. You never realised grubs (or babies with the one Strider kid, you're not xenophobic) were so great before. Diamonds Droog does not seem to agree with you, and is glaring daggers at the grub who managed to somehow rip two giant tears through the drapes. You tell him not to worry, the black drapes didn't look right in a daycare anyway. He tells you to fuck off.

CB: Calm them down with a story using your hand-puppets.

Edited 2012-06-28 19:54 (UTC)

You give the EGG a thoughtful lick.

Show Dialoglog

TEREZI: ROS3!
TEREZI: YOU H4V3 B33N K33P1ING 1NFORM4T1ON FROM M3
TEREZI: TH1S B4BY 1S CL34RLY SM1L1ING 4T 1TS LOV1NG GU4RD14NS
ROSE: Worry not. If I am supposed to have parented this child the smile is more likely a placatory gesture than an expression of genuine happiness.
ROSE: I would expect no less from it.
TEREZI: HUM4N B1RTH1NG PR4CT1C3S 4R3 ST1LL 4 MYST3RY TO M3
TEREZI: BUT 1 OBJ3CT!
TEREZI: NO UNB1RTH3D CLUCKB34ST CH1LD OF M1N3 COULD SM1L3 1NS1NC3RLEY
ROSE: Hm. I suppose this warrants further investigation.
TEREZI: >:]
ROSE: We'd best get going if we want to hit the liquor store on our way back.
ROSE: If we are to be mothers, we are going to do it right.

>Terezi: Contemplate your combined future as lusii.

You are Terezi Pyrope and, like your friends, you are coming to your sense in a tasteless prison cell. Upon discovering the note you sniff it cautiously, then lick it thoroughly. Having digested its contents (somewhat literally) you stick the soggy remnants in your pocket, then take the only sensible course of action.

You take the key from where it is lying on the floor and try it in the lock. The difficulty comes when you realise the key does not, in fact, fit. You jiggle it around to be sure, but it's futile. The key was not made for this lock.

This is a setback.

You try sniffing the key. There's nothing special about it; you smell only the tang of metal. You sit on the floor for a few moments, contemplating the situation, then press your nose to the lock. The scents are muffled by the same metallic tang, but beyond that you make out a few small things. The corridor outside is just the same as your room, disturbingly sterile. Someone is walking down the corridor, though they're moving slowly. you can make out very few details, though it's clearly a troll.

You weigh up the pros and cons of calling out to them, though in reality there's very little choice. If you don't you have no idea how long you'll be stuck in here.

Terezi: Get their attention.

As much as you’d love to try something new, you’ve pretty much expawsted all your options in this horrible place! Well… all except one.

You’ve never been to the dark part of the city before. Every time you’ve thought about going, your meowrail’s voice would pop into your head, telling you that it was too dangerous, telling you not to be reckless.

But now there’s nothing else to be! You’re alone, dead, your friends are gone… maybe it’s time to take a risk.

>Nepeta: Explore dark part of the city.

"Rose I do believe it would be highly advantageous to us in our current state to proceed once more with our taken exploration of the rest of the facility as it could potentially lead to a useful finding for ourselves and our group," you sputter out awkwardly. It comes out all in one breath and you can't help but feel worse for it. You're just so horrid at this communication thing. It's quite frustrating.

A part of you wishes to help Rose in getting up, but that part of you is currently hiding under ten tons of shame. You instead take to slowly walking ahead for a short distance and waiting. Turning back reveals that Rose is standing on her own, still soothing her wound.

"Yes that would likely be a proper course of action," is all she has to say in response for the moment. You just nod and attempt to squash the feeling that something is wrong with this situation. That you should be doing something else.

>Rose: Explore the meteor and ponder the situation

You’re shaking as you continue.

THE DIRK HuMAN IS uNABLE. HE CANNOT CONTAIN HIS FEELINGS. HIS NEED FOR PuRE TENDERNESS.

You pause. Holy shit, what are you doing? This is so dirty.

SO HE SITS. AT HIS HuMAN DESK. AND HE DRAWS. HE DRAWS DISPICABLE, DISGuSTING DEBAuCHERY.

You swallow.

THE DRAWING IS OF ME. AND THE DIRK HuMAN. WE ARE HOLDING HANDS AND HE IS

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

HE IS PLACING A KISS. ON MY CLAWS.

You’re breathing heavily, you need to sit back. After the burning in your cheeks subsides, you grab your tablet and recreate Dirk’s drawing.

It’s perfection. It’s art. And nobody must know.

>uu: Draw another masterpiece.

You are slightly wary about getting advice from him. You really do like Dirk, but there is nothing more he likes than running a person around in circles. Then again he's always been a bit more lenient towards you, and it's not like you have anyone else to ask for help!

You bite the bullet and click on this name.

gutsyGumshoe [GG] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT]

GG: Dirk, I think I need some help.
GG: You never seem to have a problem balancing the snark line and I thought you could help me. I have sort of fallen off of it and the crowd is very disappointed in me!
GG: I am being pelted with metaphorical popcorn as I type!
GG: Dirk?
GG: Oh dear lord, can I not contact anyone in a timely fashion anymore?
GG: Shall I just make some more nasty remarks and scare you off as well??? We can get it over with quickly and then I may wallow in loneliness and self pity for the rest of my days!!!!
TT: Woah. Cool your jets there, Crocker.
TT: You'd have to get pretty sicknasty to scare me off. I don't know if a goody good like you has it in her.
TT: I was only delayed by like a minute anyway.
GG: I know, I'm just in a bit of a tizzy here!
TT: It seems like you are having some kind of an issue.
TT: There is a riddiucrunk chance that you said something rude and now someone is not talking to you. The odds that it's Roxy have blown through the roof.
TT: I am currently contacting some builders to attempt to get this fixed before it rains.
GG: Oh, is that you, AR?
GG: You really should start announcing your presence. It can get a little confusing.
GG: I was hoping to speak with Dirk this time around.
GG: No offence!
TT: None taken. I'll drop the main man a line if you want, but he seems a bit busy. Sure I can't help?
GG: I don't suppose you happen to know how to talk with humans like a real person and not make them hate you?
TT: What a coincidence, that just happens to be my specialty.
TT: It's like I was made for that shit.
GG: Hoo hoo! I suppose you were!

==> Jane: Get advice from AR

screeeams ♥♥♥

Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you are at an EVENT. Specifically, an EVENT called ANIME EXPO.

This is your first time being at a convention while in cosplay and you are very excited! Already you've had a few people take some pictures of you in your Nic Cage costume and you just got out of the registration line with your your badge.

Your dad was kind enough to pay for a hotel room for you and your THREE BEST FRIENDS who will be meeting you here later today in their own cosplays.

Speaking of which, you think that you see one of them now! You should go say hi.

>Greet the cosplaying friend

Your name is Jade Harley and it just so happens that today is the day of LACROSSE TRYOUTS. While most of the student body wonders if their social life will remain intact for the rest of the school year after tryouts are over, you have more important things to worry about. Your job at the vet. Your C- in Economics. The hot new student. Being a WEREWOLF.

But it seems while you were daydreaming about how much your life has sucked this past week, the HOT NEW STUDENT asked if you had a pencil she could borrow. Backstory can wait.

Jade: Let the new student borrow a pencil.

That strong jaw.

That straight nose.

That fine hat and pressed tie.

And is that... a slight blush on his cheek?

You know only one thing - that this is the most handsome man you've ever seen.

Hopefully without too long a hesitation (it's hard to discern how long you've been gawking) you get your wits together and invite your guests inside.

>Dad: Introduce yourself.

Edited (tiny typo) 2012-06-28 23:02 (UTC)

Your name is Kanaya Maryam and at least chainsawing through the mummified trolls occupying these ruins is a little easier than dealing with the regular surface dwelling zombie and their usual degree of sun-baked, leathery epidermis. Aradia, choosing to conserve her psychic energy and instead relying on her whip to cut through the approaching horde, is likewise having no trouble holding her own, and is even capable of fighting them from a distance while your weapon forces you to dispatch them at a much closer range. You're both handling the undead situation admirably.

You're having a much harder time dealing with the exponentially increasing amount of dust and grime being tossed in the air and on your clothes, however, and, not for the first time tonight, you're wondering what you're even doing down here.

But then you turn to see Aradia grinning and laughing a short distance away as she decapitates another fragile mummy with a crack of her whip and you remember.

Kanaya: Exposit

You are looking at a cloud which happens to have none other than yourself and Gamzee in it!

In the cloud you are pointing at the cloud. You think that had there been a troll movie involving something like a dream happening within a dream you would have referenced it at the moment. But of course there isn't because that seems like a silly premise for a movie, and even if there was one it wouldn't have been your kind of movie.

The image in the cloud changes.

Now it is showing you and Gamzee sharing a bro hug! You guess that's as good an idea as any, although you'd prefer if it showed what sort of adventures you two are about to get up to.

==> Gamzee: Do what the miracle cloud tells you to.

You are now OTHER SOLLUX. You decide to go for the good old time-tried tradition of BAITING HIM and therefore HOPEFULLY THROWING HIM OFF HIS GAME. Hopefully.

well? come on, a22hole. hiit me one.

Yes, you are the other Sollux, and you are watching the other-other Sollux clench his fists at his sides, looking at you like your very existence is a challenge to him, an affront: one more failure to hide away with shame. You suppose it was not the smartest thing to insult him but you are not a smart person. There have been times where people have seemed to believe you are and you have never understood why. You are staring down yourself wanting to see some difference, in him, some minor giveaway that you can see and know he is not you.

There is nothing. He raises a hand to you, fist unravelling, and he sparks off energy in the base of your throat; in the air you are breathing. It fills you with a sort of electric discomfort, a tense, sharp sensation like the precursor to burning. You didn't really suppose he would do anything -- always the coward, always eaten up with fear -- but his eyes are full of something like loathing and you suppose, again, there is nothing. There is no difference between you both save the sun and the moon. 2hut up, he says, oh my god for once iin your 2iickeniingly mii2erable liife just shut UP, and there is no real way this is aimed at you, really you.

You blink, momentarily taken aback, before you are shaken by an abrupt and careless anger. You wonder if he wishes to kill you; only a death either heroic or just, they say, and by the game's eyes (by yours?) there is every chance you may be but an abomination born of a defect. So maybe it will work. So maybe you are purely an obstacle. You hate this game but more than that you hate yourself, and here is another self in front of you to tell that to, openly, sincerely. His offence will not be yours.

go two hell, you say, and you swallow down the sudden inexplicable urge to laugh. Your god-tier garb is surprisingly light on you but you have never felt quite so strangled by fate -- not helped by the fact that the pain is still there, in your throat, from where he shocked you. All this getting-sick-of-your-own-shit from over the sweeps has come to something of a head, now. You feel a little like the edge of a knife, the brittle air before thunder. So what will you do?

==> Other Sollux: attack.

Edited 2012-06-28 23:43 (UTC)

There are no gentlemanly shits to be flipped, for you see... you have currently passed out due to lack of oxygen. Brobot's hold seemed to have tightened on you. How unfortunate.

> Brobot: Realize your dire mistake!!

You are now the other guy, and boy are you not happy!!

Then again? When are you happy?

Oh, when it involves the pain and misery of others, that's right.

But that's besides the point.

You are-- NO. THAT INFORMATION IS uNIMPORTANT. Just know you are a very important person, of the utmost importance! All that needs to be known is that you are observing the vile actions of your disgusting 'sister'-figure. She is partaking in the fanarts of her fangirlish nature. It's sick! She's probably drawing something of the utmost vile nature! And you can not stand for this any longer!

> Screw the build up, be there all ready!

Edited 2012-06-29 00:22 (UTC)

Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and your younger brother is KIND OF A COMPLETE WEIRDO. But that's only the half of it.

You mean, sure. You're not really home that often, so it's kind of strange for when you are, but does he have to follow you around and stare at you like that? It's really kind of unnerving. You figure you could just ignore it, but you're not too sure how much good that would do...

> Dave: Try ignoring your creeping brother.

The nearness of of Dirk's hand reminds you of a human song. The lyrics are a bit bizarre; there's something about burning meteorological phenomena, which sounds awesomely deadly, but that's not the part that strikes you as tender.

THE DIRK HuMAN RELEASES MY CLAW. AND HE REACHES HIGHER AND. TOuCHES MY FACE.

That line needs a visual immediately.

Holy shit, that's fucking...charming. You wipe some sweat off of your forehead. You'd grab a towel if you could stand to draw your attention away.

==> uu: For God's sake, don't stop now

Edited 2012-06-29 00:36 (UTC)

You loosen your grip on the now limp boy in your arms, allowing him to breathe again. Hm, well this isn't what you anticipated from this little get-together. You thought about it for a micro second before picking him up bridal style- gently, of course- and turning back towards his house.

You make it there rather quickly and place him in his bed.

>Brobot: Wait around for Jake to wake up.

Your name is MEENAH PEXIES and today is your FIRST DAY at a NEW SCHOOL. Many of things cross your mind at the moment, mostly what kind of PROBLEMS you can cause here.

This brings you to your interest of which you have absurdly plenty. There are, in fact, so many that you don't want to list them all. Here is a few of them: fish puns, aquatic animals, marine biology, causing trouble, dubstep, rap, rock n roll, fighting with people, and stabbing things with forks.

You wonder what will happen today.

> Roxy: Walk past the new girl.

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BONUS ROUND 2

Bonus Round 2

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==> John: Observe collapsed coworker (FILL: TEAM ERIDAN <3 KARKAT)

==> Chair: Break under John's plush rump.

Jake: Whistle some Ke4ha (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI)

Re: ==> Chair: Break under John's plush rump. (FILL: TEAM JOHN<3 KARKAT)

Re: >Jane: Follow trail of popcorn. (FILL: TEAM JOHN<3KARKAT

=> Jake: Accept/Decline going for a drink (FILL: TEAM Dave<3John)

New Gen Game (FILL: TEAM Bro<3John)

> Terezi: Lick the baby. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE)

> Be somebody else (FILL: TEAM Dave♠Karkat♥Terezi♥Dave)

>Try something new (FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA)

Re:Kanaya: Suggest you continue exploring(FILL: Team Dolorosa<3Mindfang)

==>uu: Write exactly what you want... (FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANPA)

Jane: Reluctantly ask for advice on communicating with human beings (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI)

Re: New Dirk<3Jake<3Jane<3Roxy Game (FILL: TEAM Eridan<3Feferi)

New Gen Game (FILL: TEAM [Alpha!Dave<3Alpha!Rose])

New JADE<3KANAYA Game (FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT)

>Dad Egbert: Get your jaw off the floor (Fill: Team Dirk<3Jake<3Jane<3Roxy)

New ARADIA<3KANAYA Game (FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3TEREZI)

> Tavros: What are you looking at? (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI)

[==> other sollux: think fast] (FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3JADE)

> Jake: Flip your gentlemanly shits. (FILL: TEAM [Bro<3Grandpa])

==> Calliope: Be the other guy. (FILL: TEAM [Bro<3Grandpa])

New [Alpha!Dave<3Dirk] Game (FILL: TEAM [Bro<3Grandpa])

>uu: Draw another masterpiece. (FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT)

Brobot: Realize your dire mistake!! (FILL: TEAM TAVROS<3VRISKA)

New Meenah<3/<3<Roxy Game (FILL: Team Karkat<3Karkat)