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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!
Dave and Karkat: Stop being shocked and sort this out rationally (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
You have a sudden flashback to Karkat drunkenly slamming down that empty whiskey bottle as you flop backwards onto your bed in a sprawl that feels so fucking sexy. Your adam's apple bobs as you down the last swig from your own bottle, and when Karkat drops to his hands and knees on the bed, you let it fall to the mattress beside you. Oh fuck were Karkat's eyes hot, half-lidded and full of promise.
Oh.
[Show Dialogue]
KARKAT: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK OWWWW
DAVE: wow no dude calm down
KARKAT: NO. I REFUSE TO "CALM DOWN." DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW OUT OF CHARACTER THIS IS FOR ME? I DON'T FUCKING PARTY LIKE THAT. I DON'T FUCKING DRINK LIKE THAT, AND I DON'T FUCKING END UP ENGAGING IN CALIGINOUS RELATIONS WITH DRUNKEN ***HUMANS***.
DAVE: so we did fuck then
DAVE: sweet
Karkat: Try to recall the chain of events that led you here.
Karkat: Try to recall the chain of events that led you here. (FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA)
Last night, one ROXY LALONDE, FLIGHTY BROAD EXTRAORDINAIRE, decided to throw a WILD DRUNKEN PARTY. This turn of events was not at all unusual. However, you rarely attend these parties, due to your abhorrence for drunken shenanigans and the awful morning afters they entail.
And yet, you decide to attend this particular party, because JOHN EGBERT is a TERRIBLE NO GOOD BLACKMAILING SON OF A BITCH.
Past John: Be a terrible no good blackmailing son of a bitch.
Past John: Be a terrible no good blackmailing son of a bitch. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
JOHN: come on, karkat! it'll be fun!
KARKAT: ABSO-SHITTING-LUTELY NOT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO HERE, AND IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK.
JOHN: i'm not trying to do anything! :(
JOHN: you just hardly ever hang out with us and have fun.
JOHN: everyone's always sad that you're not there.
JOHN: it's not like you ever do anything important instead! you just end up spending the night by yourself making out with an ~ath manual or crying into a tub of ice cream in front of a romcom or something.
JOHN: and it's just because you always care too much about what other people think about you and whether or not you're going to make an ass out of yourself!
JOHN: which is total bullshit.
KARKAT: ...
JOHN: you're my friend and you don't deserve to be so down on yourself.
JOHN: pleeeeeeeease?
KARKAT: SHIT-SPITTING JEGUS ON A SPRING-LOADED HOPPING DEVICE, FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK STOP DRAWING YOUR VOWELS OUT LIKE THAT.
JOHN: so you'll come? :B
KARKAT: FINE.
You pat yourself on the back for such a stunning display of the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP. Karkat is still glaring, but you know he'll have a good time. The ends justify the means, the means being heartfelt guilt-tripping and the end being AWESOME, DRUNKEN GOOD TIMES with your closest friends.
And if that doesn't work, you might be forced to bring out the big guns. You secretly know the location of the few dozen godawful screenplays Karkat has written, and that location could change at any time, to, say, Dave's hands.
Your expression has become SNEAKY. A bit of ALARM shows on Karkat's face.
Past Karkat: Finally show up to the party.
Past Karkat: Finally show up to the party. (FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA)
The idea of your screenplays falling into Strider's hands is even more terror-inducing than the idea of what might happen if you attend the party.
Fine, Egbert. You win this round.
He didn't say anything about showing up on time, though, so by the time your get to there, the DRUNKEN SHENANIGANS are already well underway.
John spots you the minute you walk through the door, and starts waving at you in the most flaily manner possible. You studiously ignore him and his idiocy, and decide to take a look at your surroundings.
There is a MAKESHIFT DANCEFLOOR set up in the middle of the room, which is currently occupied by a VERY DRUNK ROXY and a VERY RELUCTANT JANE, as well as a smattering of other humans and trolls busy embarrassing themselves with their awful dancing.
John is making his ways towards you, in a vaguely drunk and predatory manner that gives you the distinct impression he is going to ask you to dance.
You abscond as quickly as possible, hiding behind a pair of CLEVERLY PLACED TURNTABLES.
Unfortunately, the space behind the turntables happens to already be occupied, by one DAVE STRIDER.
Past Karkat: Make conversation.
Past Karkat: Make conversation. (FILL: TEAM Aradia<3Rose)
Halfway through the sentence you realise that Strider is DJing, and probably has been since the party started, and you just ran into him for no particular reason. You judge that sentence as a terrible decision by your former self, and abandon it.
DAVE: sup vantas
DAVE: wasnt expecting to see you here
DAVE: what happened did netflix limit views of love actually to only nine thousand
The second to last thing you want to do tonight is have anything to do with Dave Strider.
But the last thing you want to do tonight is dance in public.
Desperate times call for desperate measures
KARKAT: THANK EGBERT.
DAVE: sure thing
DAVE: for anything in particular or just continued efforts to increase world derpiness levels
KARKAT: I MEAN HE'S THE ONE WHO BLACKMAILED ME INTO SHOWING UP.
DAVE: really
DAVE: what does egbert have to blackmail you with
You refuse to accept any responsibility for the moronic babbling which just came out of your mouth. You also refuse to stay within earshot of Dave Strider any longer. It looks like you're going to have to brave Egbert after all.
Past Karkat: Get out of there.
Past Karkat: Get out of there. (FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE)
You look around for Egbert so that you can tell him just how awful this party is when you run into..
and just where do u think ur goign?
going*
=> Roxy: Lift Karkat's spirits.
=> Roxy: Lift Karkat's spirits. (FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA)
And of course, you mean spirits in the literal, alcoholic sense.
As it happens, you always keep an EXTRA SPECIAL CLASSY MARTINI on hand, for occasions such as these.
[Show Dialogue]
ROXY: ddue carcat man
ROXY: you rly need to loosen up
ROXY: *dude *karkat
ROXY: no nvm carcats better
KARKAT: LOOK, I SHOWED UP AT THIS STUPID PARTY.
KARKAT: IS THAT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU PEOPLE?
KARKAY: I DON'T WANT TO IMBIBE ANY OF YOUR FUCKING ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES AND SUBSEQUENTLY MAKE AN EVER BIGGER IDIOT OF MYSELF THAN I USUALLY DO.
ROXY: aw cmon dont be liek that
Roxy: Convince Karkat to loosen up.
Roxy: Convince Karkat to loosen up (FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3ROXY)
You attempt to make Karkat loosen up by trying to put him under the influence. You are like that chick at parties that your family warns you about, they're all like "don't let that girl give you any alcohol, and if you do, don't drink it." But it's cool, you're just looking out for a friend right? You shove the INTICING LIQUID in the PRETTY LITTLE GLASS into your friends face a number of times. You are going to keep doing this until he excepts the drink in fact.
WHOA! LOOK AT THAT! MAJOR SUCCESS UP IN HERE!
You're absolutely positive now that his spirits are to be lifted and he's all loosey goosey he'll be much happier! Their should be an award for sexy broads putting they're friends under the influence, you would win all the awards! Anyway, you're sure nothing will go wrong at all.
Past Karkat: get drunk
Past Karkat: Get drunk (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
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.
Dave: Get Karkat another drink (FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE)
If it weren't for the fact that you had nothing better to do, you would have told Karkat to talk to the hand. Turns out you could use another drink too.
DAVE: sure what have you been drinking
KARKAT: UHM.
KARKAT: I THINK IT WAS MARTINI.
DAVE: god if that isnt the girliest drink ever invented
DAVE: here let me show you true booze
You get up, lightly touch Karkat's shoulder to get him to follow you, and take him to the kitchen/bar.
KARKAT: WOAH.
DAVE: merits of having two drunks in the family
You hop over to the other side and get out a few bottles and two tall glasses. When you start randomly mixing stuff together, Karkat speaks up.
KARKAT: DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
DAVE: of course i know what im doing
=> Dave: Serve Karkat the meanest Long Island Ice Tea in the history of man
Dave: Serve Karkat the meanest Long Island Ice Tea in the history of man (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
You give Karkat's drink a good shake before sloshing it back into his glass. You do the same to yours, then grab two lemon slices from a bowl behind the bar and toss one into each glass with two neat flicks of your wrist. Karkat's still looking at you skeptically, so you grab up your drink and take a big sip. Hell yeah. Good stuff.
Karkat tentatively sips his and seems to decide it won't kill him, because that little sip is followed by a bigger one, and another one after that.
KARKAT: THIS...IS GOOD.
KARKAT: HOW THE FUCK CAN THIS BE GOOD? THIS HAS MORE ALCOHOL IN IT THAN...I DUNNO. WHAT HAS A LOT OF ALCOHOL IN IT? THE FIRST-AID SECTION OF A SUPERSTORE? ROXY'S ADOLESCENCE?
KARKAT: BUT ANYWAY
KARKAT: I AM A MATURE INDIVIDUAL. I CAN ADMIT TO MY MISTAKES. I MAKE A LOT OF THEM, SO I SHOULD KNOW. KNOW WHAT I DO, I MEAN, REGARDING MISTAKES.
KARKAT: SO MAYBE THIS PARTY IS NOT THE WORST DECISION I'VE EVER BEEN COERCED INTO MAKING.
KARKAT: ...DON'T TELL JOHN.
Wow. You're really not sure how many drinks Roxy gave Karkat before, but they're definitely catching up to him now. This might be the first time you've ever seen him without that little crease between his eyebrows. His eyes are half-lidded and weirdly content, and fuck if you're not drawn to that.
Interesting.
You hop on top of the bar, legs dangling over the side. Karkat is parked on a bar stool, hunched over his drink, so you carefully engineer your landing so that your leg is approximately three inches from his arm. You lean back on one hand, sipping your drink with he other.
KARKAT: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I TELL MYSELF I'LL REGRET HANGING OUT WITH EVERYONE, BECAUSE OF SOME SHIT THAT HAPPENED. SHIT THAT HAPPENED THAT'S RELATED TO ME BEING A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FUCKUP, I MEAN.
KARKAT: BUT MOST OF THE TIME WHEN I'M ACTUALLY AROUND ALL OF YOU IT'S REMARKABLY PLEASANT.
KARKAT: AND I THINK...MOST OF YOU ARE ACTUALLY TRYING TO BE NICE TO ME?
KARKAT: BUT IT'S REALLY AWFUL TO THINK THAT FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE I'VE CHRONICALLY BLOWN EVERYTHING I'VE EVER DONE SO OUT OF PROPORTION THAT...
KARKAT: THAT...UM
KARKAT: UM. I HAD A GOOD ONE BUT I LOST IT.
KARKAT: UH
KARKAT: ...BUT ANYWAY MAYBE PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANT TO GET TO **KNOW** ME AND AREN'T JUST...INVITING ME TO STUFF TO BE POLITE?
KARKAT: FUUUUUCK
KARKAT: FUUUCK WOOOW I'M AN ASSHOLE
Luckily Karkat doesn't look upset or anything. He's still chill. One corner of his mouth sort of twitches upwards, a little bit. Your eyes widen behind your shades. Holy dick.
Karkat: Finish your third drink.
Karkat: Finish your third drink. (FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE)
At least, you think it was your third. It could have been your fourth.
Strider has been sitting on the bar, eyeing you calmly as you ranted on and on about.. Wait, what were you talking about again? Regardless, you think it's pretty cool of him to hear you out like that. You guess being cool has never really been an issue for him.
Then he reaches out for you, and you narrow your eyes at him as if it will help you understand what he's saying. You think he must be drunk because he slurs a little. It's a good thing you're not. Drunk, you mean.
DAVE: so how about it vantas
DAVE: feel like dancing
KARKAT: ...
KARKAT: WHY NOT.
DAVE: thats the spirit
You're not drunk at all.
=> Karkat: Hit the floor with Dave.
Karkat: Hit the floor with Dave. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
The music is still audible from the next room, mainly the thumping bass that you can feel under your feet and at your core. Dave pulls you toward him and you stumble into his chest. Oh god. He smells really, really good.
Dave keeps ahold of your hand and rests his other one at the small of your back. You can feel heat creeping up your neck and you realize how long it's been since you've really been touched. Sure, John gives you back and shoulder pats sometimes but...Terezi was probably the last to hold you, and ouch. That stings.
And Dave...he comes over and hangs out with John all the time but you always stay holed up in your room when he's over. You lived with him for a sweep and a half, and you hardly ever speak anymore. You hardly ever talk to anyone who traveled on the meteor with you, actually. Fuck, you hardly ever talk to anyone, period, except for John, and he's your roommate. Not even Gamzee -- even though you never officially broke up, you drifted far enough apart that it would be ludicrous to consider your pale quadrant filled.
An ache is building in your chest. Dave is solid and warm and you lean into him, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder. You start up a slow rock back and forth that's barely in time with the music. What are you doing? This isn't like you. None of this is like you.
KARKAT: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
DAVE: what do you mean what am i doing
KARKAT: I MEAN
KARKAT: WHY ARE YOU DANCING WITH ME IN YOUR KITCHEN
DAVE: why not
DAVE: you looked up at me with those big puppy eyes and i thought
DAVE: this dude needs a dance
DAVE: nurse get him into my arms stat
DAVE: we cant afford to lose another patient
Heat rushes to your cheeks. Dave is definitely slurring his words, now. You look up at him, and a stab of annoyance goes through you at the fact that he's still wearing shades. It's really, really unfair.
Karkat: Take the shades.
Re: Karkat: Hit the floor with Dave. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
EXTREME LONGING to see this fill go on forever.
Karkat: Take the shades. (FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE)
He lets you, and somewhere in the back of your mind you realize he shouldn't; this thought fades quickly.
The tension between the two of you rises noticeably as your thin fingers find their way up to the frame of Dave's immovable mask. You keep your lips sealed tight and your eyes as neutral as possible, while your bloodpusher is raging in your chest.
The lights of the party reflect on his glasses, his skin, and you can see it on your fingers as they grip around his sunglasses. A part of you is waiting for him to tell you off, to step back and swat you away.
But he doesn't.
So you take the glasses, and you see his eyes, uncovered for the first time.
=> Karkat: Fall in love.
Karkat: Fall in love. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
Oh.
His gaze is lowered. You're transfixed by the delicate paleness of his lashes, and the tired creases under his eyes make something contract fiercely in your chest. You awkwardly hold his shades between your hands, folding and unfolding the arms, waiting for him to meet your eyes, needing for him to, oh please, just...His gaze suddenly flicks up to yours, his eyes heavy and significant and red.
Your breath catches, a thrill of arousal shivering through you. One of Dave's hands rests at the small of your back, the other a little above your waist, and you don't think you've ever been so fundamentally aware of anything in your life.
The sound of several chattering voices begins to drift down the hall, and it takes you far too long to realize they're coming in here. Dave drops his eyes again, and reclaims his shades from your unresisting fingers. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is definitely accelerated, and ohhh, fuuuuck.
JOHN: hey guys! i was wondering where you wandered off to!
DAVE: just making karkat a decent drink here
DAVE: dont want his drinking noobhood tainted at the hands of roxy lalonde
DAVE: her hands have been in way too many pies if you get my drift
ROXY: hahah dave ur so cute
ROXY: i no u liek my hands
ROXY: as covrered with pie ast hey may be
DAVE: shut up rose
ROSE: I didn't say anything.
Dave bustles around, making drinks for the others, and they continue to banter. You slide back onto your barstool, watching Dave, feeling strange and lost. Eventually he places a shot of some amber-colored liquid in front of you, leaning far over the bar, fingers still around the glass. Your blood pusher pounds as you reach out to take it and your fingers glide over his.
DAVE: this ones special just for you
DAVE: trust me i know how to take care of you
DAVE: im an expert
You gulp back the shot, your cheeks burning almost as much as the whiskey does in your throat. Everyone is getting up now with their new drinks, heading back to the dance floor, and Dave follows them. But not before he trails a hand along your lower back, throwing a small smirk over one shoulder.
Karkat: Get up and follow.
Re: Dave and Karkat: Stop being shocked and sort this out rationally (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
My own ship was showing oops
sorry