hs_olympics | 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Scene: The Strider household. A two-room apartment shared by two brothers. Dirk, the younger, is in his bedroom. The common room, which serves as Dave's sleeping quarters, is in disarray. A futon is tipped onto its back; stuffing spills from a slash in the mattress. The large plasma television's screen is cracked. Papers are strewn about and flutter as a fan oscillates. Sparks leap from a cracked knitting needle, which sizzles ominously near the doorway. The SORD lies on the floor, snopped beyond repair.

Dirk: EXIT BEDROOM.

You exit your bedroom, slightly dreading what you're going to find -- oh god, please don't let it be another porno being filmed in the name of the rebellion you've really had enough of that. But instead, you see your Bro, sitting on the counter, poking at what appears to be...

....is that a frying pan? In your apartment?

"Get away from that," Rose swats his hand with some tongs and you frown. She must have brought those up her dress or in her beehive or something. She spots you, and smiles, sweet and bitterly sarcastic. "Do you want some breakfast?"

Well gee, usually you just dodge a bunch of swords (still don't know why Bro puts those in the fridge but hey whatever).

"Don't do it, she's using poison."

"It's called bacon. It's a food."

Dirk: Kick the poisoned bacon to the curb!

You kick the poisoned bacon to the curb!

The pan clatter loudly, flipping its lid off the solid wood. It sure is a nice hard floor. It just barely beats a floor full of soft squishy puppets and puppet plush choice ass (nobody says tush no matter how sweet a rhyme). Your Bro knows his stuff and brings it.

"Acrobatic fucking PIROUETTE off the handle and win like a medal or some shit." Your Bro says and hand slaps. Ain't no high five like a bitch slap by a guy on your hand.

Rose is not impressed and tells your Bro he's getting and senile because he's said that before on more worthy moments. Not cool. It is the exact opposite of chill as she heats it up.

She grabs your one of your ears with her sewing needle or what ever it is called that crochets yarn. You wouldn't know, though the possiblity of a yarn muppet with a long nose is simply tantalizing. As you begin to calculate just how choice such a puppet would be, her other hand wields more needles (she just loves her sharp craft instrument)and shoves the poisoned floor bacon down your throat.

You are like a helpless baby bird. It sucks as you struggle to breathe, but it is pointless. You have already been fed your breakfast.

What Now?

Dirk: Get Poisoned by Mother figure

Dirk: Take it like a man

You take it like the straight-up motherfucking hard RENAISSANCE NINJA that you are, because even if it were poisoned, Rose Lalonde has helped raise in you a wicked-nasty tolerance to the human range of toxins, not least of which is the legendary Sicilian iocane powder. Between her ministrations and Bro's home "cooking," the only thing that now gives your stomach pause is bovine lactose.

You choke the bacon down with as much dignity as you can muster, clear your throat, and give her the coolest, slightest of cool, slight nods.

"It's like all the pseudo-maternal love you poured into the frying pan of your soul is melting on my tongue. It tastes like cow grease."

She is pleased, though Bro groans. She releases your ear to swat the back of his head, and, for some reason, he does not dodge. "Good. Now, could you two do me a favor and set the table? If you have a table." She glances over her shoulder, then returns to the sizzling strips of dead animal on the stove. "It seems your brother and I have made something of a mess."

"This is downright fucking unladylike," Bro grumbles, hopping off the counter.

"I'm sorry, Dave, darling. Next time I'll try harder not to upset your maidenly delicate sensibilities."

After all this time, you still understand jack shit about their relationship.

Dirk: Ask about the mess.

You look to your Bro and nod towards the broken TV- clearly the item that has taken the most amount of damage. Instead of providing you with a clear, direct, and reasonable answer, he opts for a vague, half-assed nod to Her.

"Oh come on," you groan, "aren't you supposed to practice your wizard shit on the roof? You don't see me swinging my katanas around, breaking everything."

Your Bro casually swings an arm around Rose.

"Too dangerous for that shit now. Can't be showing off our skills to the whole fucking planet." You notice his hand is starting to drift, and oh God, you do not want to stick around for this.

Time to abscond.

Dirk: Check out the suddenly fascinating couch stuffing.

Man that sure is some plush COUCH STUFFING.

Your gaze drifts downward (you can't look at COUCH STUFFING forever, no matter how plush it is) and you spot something sticking out from under the RUG.

==> Dirk: See what's hidden under the rug.

It's...a can of applejuice? Is that even a thing people sell? Your Bro has always been a little strange about his juice. You take a minute to analyze the ironic potential of this discovery.

> Dirk: Be Dave.

You are now Dave, and you are mere inches away from copping a feel at Rose's choice rack. Just a little bit.. more..

But then sharp slap hits your hand mid-grope. You offer Rose a smirk but her eyes are focused elsewhere. You follow their direction and see Dirk rummaging about behind the couch.

what are you doing

You make use of the distraction by sliding your hand on Rose's hip instead. This time she doesn't seem to stop you.

=> Dirk: Be the blocker.

Didn’t you just say you normally have to fight for your life in order to get sustenance into your body in the morning?

Like hell you are going to deny yourself the contents of an actual frying pan. Even if they are poisoned.

Which you essentially know they aren’t because while Rose might sometimes be a cold-hearted…rebel, you don’t think she’d actually try to kill you. She likes you. Or at least she seems to like your Bro. Or at least she likes him well enough to not want to piss him off by getting your blood on her hands. Whatever. Semantics.

Rose dishes you out some bacon and pulls pancakes (!!!) from the oven where they were being kept warm (dang, you completely forgot you even had an oven—you wonder how many shurikens and broken katanas she had to dig out before she could use it).

You sit on the counter next to Bro because that’s honestly the only place to sit. Your apartment is kind of trashed now that you actually look at it. More so than usual, you mean.

A plate filled with delicious food is passed to you and it’s warm in your hands and might be the greatest thing ever to happen in your young life. But before you can wolf down some eggy loking thigns, your keen, pointy shaded eyes catch a look being traded between Rose and your Bro. It doesn't appear to be the usual “get out of here kid all roads lead to rebel sex” warning. That typically involves copious amounts of winking from Rose. You don’t think you’ve seen this type of interaction between them before, actually.

…Maybe they are trying to off you.

At any rate, it’s way too early for secret exchanges.

> Dirk: Demand to know what the deal is.

BONUS ROUND 2

Bonus Round 2

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New Alpha!Rose<3Alpha!Dave Game (FILL: TEAM DAVE<>ARADIA)

Dirk: Exit Bedroom. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE)

Dirk: Kick the poisoned bacon to the curb! (Fill: TEAM English)

Dirk: Take it like a man (Fill: TEAM DAVE<3JADE)

Dirk: Ask about the mess. (Fill: TEAM ROSE<3SOLLUX)

Dirk: Check out the suddenly fascinating couch stuffing. (Fill: TEAM BRO<3DAVE)

Dirk: See what's hidden under the rug. (FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT)

> Dirk: Be Dave. (FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE)

Re: Dirk: Kick the poisoned bacon to the curb! (FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE)