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BONUS ROUND 4

Bonus Round 4

Mobius Double Reacharound FST - Revisited

Hi shippers! Welcome to Bonus Round 4! Bringing back a favourite from last year! (Sorry for the delay, we're very busy!)

Here’s how this is going to work: somebody will submit a selection of 3-6 songs without comment. Then somebody else will come along and create a companion fanwork to fit the soundtrack!

Rules

If you are submitting a soundtrack: submit only the track listing and download or youtube links. The idea is that people should ~interpret~ your selections!

You are not allowed to fill soundtrack prompts with your team's ship, nor are you allowed to fill your own soundtracks. (Filling your team's soundtracks is okay!)

Soundtracks count for 5 points each, for a maximum of 100 points per team.

Fills may be in whatever format you choose (except FST, of course) so long as they link the songs by mood and/or lyrics in some kind of narrative.

Post your fill as a comment to the prompt post, using the title format described below.

This challenge will run until 11:59PM EST August 3rd.

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 per team: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10: 20 (per entry)
Entries 11-15: 10 (per entry)
Entries 16+: 5 (per entry)

All scored content must be created/assembled 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

'Til Kingdom Come - Coldplay
I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie
If I Could - Jack Johnson

Edited 2012-07-23 01:42 (UTC)

1. Song for the Deaf by Queens of the Stone Age
2. No One Lives Forever by Oingo Boingo
3. My Body is a Cage by The Arcade Fire

Just because you've forgotten

Doesn't mean you're forgiven

(Boy I tripped over that hand)

Edited 2012-07-24 04:39 (UTC)

Don't Get Around Much Anymore - The Ink Spots
Meltdown in A Major - The Dears
Your Friends Will Carry You Home - Faux Hoax

Edited 2012-07-23 01:47 (UTC)

been invited all day
might have gone, but what for
awfully different without you
dont get around much anymore

$::::\$

Handlebars - Flobots
Dream Catcher's Mitt - Busdriver
The Cure - Non-Prophets
Rave of the Inferno - k-wix (Cave Story OST remix)
Guitar Hero - Amanda Palmer ft. East Bay Ray

I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS HAD TO BE SO SMALL BUT IT DID I HAVE A PROBLEM.

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

cloelia - 2012-07-26 22:15 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

apollosglare - 2012-07-26 23:32 (UTC) - Expand

You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol
Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk
The Girl - City and Colour

Edited 2012-07-23 01:49 (UTC)

(minor mentions of blood/gore, i guess be careful if that sort of thing bothers you? also there's some alcohol, so yeah!)

After Sburb, Jane came to New York to live with Roxy and Rose for a while. They all did, one after one. Dirk was the first, showing up on their doorstep only a few days after – well, after - mostly for her benefit, she thought. He brought the robots. She hugged all three of them tightly.

They keep trickling in at uneven intervals, old friends and family members. A few days after Dirk claimed the bedroom next to Roxy's, but ended up sleeping next to her in her bed, (Sawtooth and Squarewave were curled up on the floor like cats, charging,) Dave called, asking if someone could pick him up at the airport. They all went. When they came back, Roxy showed him around their house; Rose's house, their house, in a universe none of them grew up in. There were bedrooms enough for everybody and their alternate universe grandparents, and a fancy ass kitchen and dining room. Rose told Roxy that she and her mom used to eat there, sometimes. Roxy used to mostly eat in the lab.

A few weeks later, Jake announced over Pesterchum that he was coming to visit them, if that was all right? It was. He never left, other than for walks in the woods; solitary trips to the cinema. Dirk did all the grocery shopping. Sometimes he and Roxy would cook, and by their powers combined they managed to achieve some kind of Sunday dinner. Normalcy. They tried eating at the table, instead of in front of a screen, like they were used to. It felt like being in one of Jake's movies.

John and Jake were next, and Roxy was glad, because they were total cuties and loved her video game collection, but it made it that much more obvious that there was one person that still wasn't there. Someone who should have been.

They didn't go to school. It was like they didn't exist on paper. John talked about going back, sometimes, but they never got around to it. Generally they spent their days gaming, reading, talking, working on little projects. Sometimes Roxy would go on Pesterchum and talk to Jane. She'd stopped asking her to come over after Jane said no for the third time. She had said she still had things to take care of where she was :B. Once, Roxy would have asked what things Jane had to take care of. As it was, she just changed the subject.

Sometimes Roxy dreamed about her, looking into those blue eyes as Jane leaned down to touch her lips to Roxy's, dark hair threatening to fall into her eyes. Sometimes Roxy saw her dead body, blood spreading from the hole in her torso, coloring her shirt dark red. Her eyes closed behind the glasses, all peaceful-like. Roxy would reach out and touch the blood, try to kiss those death-pale lips, and find that she couldn't. Sometimes when she woke up, Dirk would be there, holding her. Sometimes he wasn't. She would get out of bed quietly, find the liquor cabinet in the same place it used to be when she was growing up. Sometimes she would meet Rose. Sometimes her eyes would be red. Baby, what's wrong, she wanted to ask, but they didn't want to wake anyone up, so Roxy just nodded. Went back to her room. Usually she would go check Pesterchum, see who was on. Jane was rarely on anymore.

The summer was cold that year. Dirk and Dave were glad for that. Roxy didn't really care. She's always spent her summers inside. It was a particularly bad day; early August, but rainy and chilly like it was fucking November, and she was on the sofa in the living room with her laptop. A bunch of them had gone to see the matinee showing of something or other, she couldn't remember. She took another sip of her martini, arranged the laptop more comfortably on her stomach. Jane was on Pesterchum.

TG: hey
GG: Hello, Roxy! :B
TG: hwo are you
TG: *how
GG: To be honest with you, I have been better.
TG: why whats wrogn
TG: *erong
TG: *wrong
GG: Roxy, would you mind terribly if I came to stay with you for a while?

Roxy didn't mind in the slightest. When Jane signed off, she quickly emptied her glass and went into the kitchen to set it to soak in the sink. She grabbed a black garbage bag and went through the kitchen, dining room and living room, picking up the trash. She tied the bag shut with a small ribbon, and went into the rain to throw it out. It only took about half a minute for her shirt to be soaked through. She ran inside, shivering, took it off before going to sleep on the sofa, pulling one of Rose's blankets around her. She dreamt about blood, but she woke up smiling.

Jane's plane arrived late. Roxy, Jake and Dirk were standing in the waiting area, Dirk holding a pony covered sign that read JANEY CROCKER. Even inside the noisy airport, it was like they could feel the rain thrumming against the roof and the asphalt below. When she came towards them, only carrying a small suitcase. Jake hugged her first. They all held hands as they walked to the car, Jane between Roxy and Dirk, Jake insisting on carrying her luggage.

On the ride home, they talked about what they were having for dinner. Jane promised to bake a cake. Roxy leaned back against her seat, closed her eyes and just listened to her friends. When they stopped the car outside the house, Jake shook her shoulder gently to wake her up. She smiled at him.

Roxy insisted that Jane should sleep in her room, at least the first night. They never got to have a real sleepover before; it was about fucking time. Roxy cleared the floor a little bit, kicked plusies and game cartridges under her desk before she laid out a mattress on the floor next to her bed, just in case.

They all had dinner at the table again that night; it had been almost two weeks since the last time. Roxy watched Jane as she ate; her hair had grown longer, almost reaching her shoulders, and she looked just a smidge paler than she used to be. The others asked her questions about her house, about the trip, about whether they should watch some Poirot later that evening. It stopped raining.

When it became dark, the others started going to their rooms uncharacteristically early. Roxy wonder whether they'd agreed to give her and Janey some alone time. They were in the kitchen, putting plates in the dishwasher for the first time in weeks. Roxy had run out of things to say. Jane eyed her warily, like a scared bunny or some shit. Roxy walked closer. Wrapped her arms around her. She was taller.
“I missed you,” she whispered into Jane's neck. She smelled a little like cake frosting.
“Do you want to cut my hair?” Jane asked.

They did it in the bathroom on the second floor. Jane sat on the edge of the bathtub, Roxy kneeling in front of her as she trimmed her bangs.
“Shorter,” Jane whispered when Roxy showed her her reflection. So Roxy cut shorter. The scissors seemed so loud against the quiet house, metal clacking together, hair falling against porcelain, she was surprised no one came in to see. They hadn't locked the door. In the end Roxy took her razor from the shelf above the tub and shaved off all the hair on Jane's left side. She took Jane's hand, raised her up to stand next to her in front of the mirror. She looked older and younger all at the same time.
“Do you like it?” Roxy asked, meeting those blue eyes in the mirror.
“I do,” Jane replied, quietly smiling, “let's get some sleep.”
Roxy filled the tub with water, let Jane's hair wash down the drain before she brushed her teeth and went to bed. Jane was already lying in her bed, face against the pillow.

It was still dark when Roxy woke up. Jane had stolen the covers, they were wrapped around her as she lay dangerously close to the edge of the queen size bed. Roxy leaned over to look at her. She was such a quiet sleeper, completely still now that she had found an apparently comfortable position. It was the first time Roxy saw her without her glasses. A few strands of hair were still on her cheek from when she cut them, and Roxy carefully brushed them off. Sighed. Wrestled a bit of blanket from Janey, settled back down against her back. Went back to sleep.

In the morning, Jane made breakfast for everyone before anyone had even woken up. Roxy sat on the kitchen counter, watching and handing her eggs. Jane was wearing one of Jade's dresses, it fit her horribly, but she still looked beautiful. They talked about going outside for a picnic, maybe bring some cupcakes. In the end, they ended up eating the cupcakes on the couch during a Mario Kart tournament. Roxy beat everyone. Jane came in last every time. They all took turns touching her hair.

It was Jade who decided they should have a totally wild party, and Roxy immediately supported the decision. Hell yes. The house held enough alcohol to last them a thousand parties, but the boys bought a some beers, and soda and fruit juice to mix with the liquor. Roxy danced with her mom and her brother and once, while everyone else were outside drunkenly stargazing, with Jane.

They left someone's iPod playing, you don't remember whose, and the song that came on was soft and sad and when Jane got up to follow the others Roxy took hands instead and they waltzed around the living room, narrowly avoiding crashing into the giant tv Jake bought last week. The song didn't fit their dance at all.

Little by little, they stilled, holding each other up, listening to their friends outside. Holding each other.
“Roxy, I am ever so tired,” Jane said. So Roxy took her upstairs, laid her on the bed. Laid down next to her. There was no way she would be able to sleep, but she was afraid that if she didn't watch carefully, Jane might leave.

That night Roxy dreamed the corpse dream again, but this time it was different. Jane was lying in her bed, blood draining her sheets. She took her glasses and laid them on the nightstand. Put one hand carefully on Jane's stomach, touching the bloody edges of the wound. Her face was pale, but she was smiling, like she was dreaming something nice. Roxy touched her hand to Jane's lips, the blood on her fingertips painting them red. She licked her index finger. It tasted more like vodka than blood. She leaned down, blood pounding in her ears. Fuck. She shouldn't do this. She couldn't not do this. Jane's life was at stake. When she woke up, she was crying. Jane was still sleeping peacefully beside her. Roxy leaned over to take a look.

Quiet quiet sleeper. If she was breathing, Roxt couldn't see or hear it. She almost wondered if Jane had died in her sleep, or in Roxy's sleep, if this was still one of her dreams. Then, without warning, her eyes opened, meeting Roxy's. She sat up so fast she almost crashed into Roxy, leaning over her. The first kiss was all teeth and noses; the second was softer, longer. Roxy lifted her hands to Jane's hair, the stubble on the left side and the short waves on the right. She laid down, pulling Jane with her by her head, her lips, her tongue. When she opened her eyes, Jane was still watching her; stroking her shoulders; unsure. The kisses grew shorter, shallower, until Roxy arched up to plant one on Jane's nose. They stayed like that, forehead to forehead, alcohol breath mingling, for a long time. Eventually Roxy let herself close her eyes.

The next morning, Jane asked if someone could drive her to the airport. Jake took her, the rest of them staying on the couch to watch reruns of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Roxy could have sworn Dirk cried a little. She did too.

When Roxy signed into Pesterchum that night, gutsyGumshoe had disappeared from her contact list. Jake said she was going on an adventure. Roxy hoped whatever it was would make her happy.

Idioteque - Radiohead
Animal Collective - Street Flash
Help I'm Alive - Metric

if I stumble they're going to eat me alive

hospital - lydia
one more day - lydia
hailey - lydia

1. Insanity by Oingo Boingo
2. Who Will? by Patrick Wolf
3. The Nurse Who Loved Me by A Perfect Circle

What's My Age Again - Blink 182
When I'm With You - Simple Plan
Must Have Done Something Right - Relient K

(Karkat<3Terezi)

Your fingers hover over your keyboard as you prepare to message your future self, but something makes you stop. There isn’t a single person on this meteor except maybe Gamzee who doesn’t think the whole argue-with-yourself-endlessly thing makes any kind of logical sense. You can’t even come up with a good argument for why it’s not a waste of time because if you’re honest, future you is a douche and past you is just a plain idiot and you’re not sure if it really does help you sort things out or not.

So maybe it’s a little stupid and childish. Maybe you should just talk to your moirail, because that’s kind of the point, but you just can’t see yourself voicing this properly. Gamzee would probably tell you to chill, and you’re beyond chilling. The entire Terezi situation as blown out of proportion and you feel like an idiot talking about it, and you already know you’re an idiot so it doesn’t matter what the other yous think. You’re all idiots.

The point of the matter is, you and Terezi totally had a thing. You’re a master at romance of all kinds, you know it was legit. There was frustrating pity, there were sloppy makeouts, and there was disgusting flirting in front of everyone in memos. You fought like a brilliant team in the medium and everything was perfect.

Until Strider. It didn’t take her long to get extremely distracted with the infuriating human and it got even worse after him and Lalonde arrived on the meteor. You’ve barely gotten a spare moment to speak with her in the last who knows how long.

Just for kicks, because you obviously hate yourself and enjoy causing yourself pain, you try trolling her to see if this time will be any different from the last dozen.

carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling gallowsCalibrator [GC]

CG: HEY
CG: ARE YOU THERE?
CG: OR ARE YOU TOO BUSY RECREATING CAN TOWN OR SOMETHING COMPLETELY POINTLESS LIKE THAT?
GC: H1 KARK4T.
GC: D1D YOU W4NT SOM3TH1NG?
CG: YEAH MAYBE I JUST WANTED TO TALK TO YOU.
CG: HOW ABOUT THAT?
CG: WHAT A CRAZY CONCEPT, I KNOW, BECAUSE WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD WANT TO TALK TO YOU IN THEIR FREE TIME.
CG: IN FACT I THINK I'LL JUST GO BECAUSE I HAVE IMPORTANT LEADER THINGS TO DO.
CG: TROLLING YOU WAS ACTUALLY AN ACCIDENT I CLICKED THE WRONG HANDLE.
GC: OK4Y
GC: T4LK TO YOU L4T3R TH3N
CG: ...WAIT
CG: THAT'S IT?
GC: WH4TS 1T
CG: NEVERMIND
CG: JUST THOUGHT YOU MIGHT OBJECT TO BE BEING A FOULMOUTHED JACKASS AND THEN PISSING OFF SO QUICKLY.
CG: DOESN'T THAT BOTHER YOU?
GC: W3LL YOUR3 K1ND OF ST1LL H3R3 SO T3CHN1C4LLY TH4T 1SNT WH4T YOUR3 DO1NG
GC: TH3 FOULMOUTH3D J4CK4SS P4RT Y3S BUT NOT TH3 P1SS1NG OFF P4RT
GC: 1 THOUGHT YOU W3R3 BUSY
CG: OR MAYBE
CG: *YOU'RE* THE ONE WHO'S BUSY.
GC: WH4T 4R3 YOU G3TT1NG 4T??
GC: B3C4US3 D4V3 4ND 1 4R3 1N TH3 M1DDL3 OF PL4Y1NG 4 G4M3 4ND H3S W41T1NG
CG: YES OF COURSE HE IS.
CG: HAVE A BUCKETFUL OF FUN THEN.
GC: 3W, K4RK4T

gallowsCalibrator [GC] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]

Spectacularly worse than usual, well done, Karkat. You deserve an award. An award for alienating your ex-potential-matesprit and making yourself look like an asshole with a defective thinkpan. You've been working towards this award for quite some time now, it's a surprise you didn't win it sooner. Maybe you should come to terms with the fact that Terezi doesn't have time for you anymore and whatever you did right in the first place to win her pity, you're not doing it right anymore.

You sign off trollian with a resigned sigh and go looking for Gamzee.

1. The Ends by Basement Jaxx
2. Superheroes by You Love Her Coz She's Dead
3. Don't Cry Out by Shiny Toy Guns

be human - Scott Matthew
Oceanwalk - Astronautalis
Still Alive - Jonathan Coulton

Suzanne - Leonard Cohen
Crazy He Calls Me - Billie Holiday
Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits

La Vie En Rose - Louis Armstrong
April in Paris - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
Georgia On My Mind - Ray Charles
Pennies From Heaven - Frank Sinatra & Count Basie

We Like To Party - Vengaboys
Alcohol - Millionaires
Shots - LMFAO

(Terezi<3Vriska. Um...warning for alcohol usage...)

Shot 1: You continue to grumble about how you really shouldn't be here, about how you've got a ton of studying to do, how you hate the smell of nightclubs. As they manage to drag you along anyway, inwardly make the decision to drink like a fish in hopes that it will get you home sooner.

Shot 2 and 3: You start to feel numb, and you start to smile more. A lot more. It's creeping a couple of your more sober friends out. Good; maybe next time they'll listen to you when you say you don't want to go to a smelly nightclub.

Shot 4: You lose the ability to stop laughing. You've steered clear of the dance floor until now, when you are entered into an impromptu dance contest and inexplicably win. This may or may not have been the reason you catch the eye of the tall wild-haired girl near the speakers in front of the turntables. She is sauntering your way as you head back to the bar.

Shots 5, 6, and 7: Your new friend and current alcohol patron is named Vriska. She is a bouncer here, but tonight is her night off, so she's just here for a good time. She says she recognizes a few of the people you came in here with but she doesn't remember you. Do you come here often? What did you like to do for fun, if not party? You're convinced you've told her half of your life story before she stands up abruptly and asks if you'd like to dance. A small voice in your head says no, you're still mad...but you can't seem to remember why.

Shot 8: She manages to pick you up and swing you around. You cackle like a madwoman.

Shot 10: It's getting harder to stand upright and harder still to keep your shots down. You announce that you're cutting yourself off. Vriska buys you one more "for the road."

Shot 13???: You lose track of the time, you lose track of your friends, and you are sure that you're a single drop away from losing track of your own name. You are sprawled out in the backseat of a moving vehicle, but you have no idea how you got there or where you're going. You're not in much of a state to ask either. You black out before you reach your destination.

--

You wake up feeling like someone hit you over the head with a sledgehammer. Disoriented, you stumble out of the strange sofa and into the kitchen, where you find Vriska smiling at you. She is holding the greasiest burger you've ever laid eyes on.

"Eat," she says simply, and pushes it towards you. You silently accept and take a bite. Yep, just as greasy as it looks...but it's helping your hangover already.

You ask her between mouthfuls if you did anything you should regret, besides the whole getting fall-down drunk and going home with a strange woman. She laughs and says you were the perfect houseguest, you didn't even throw up, and she wanted to wait until you were sober before attempting to take advantage of you.

You raise your eyebrow. She waggles hers.

As you finish your deep-fried meal, you thank her before telling her you really need to get going. She asks if she'll be seeing you again. You say that you won't make any promises.

On the way home, you start planning your trip back to that smelly club for next week.

Elevator Love Letter - Stars
Vanilla Twilight - Owl City
Bloom - The Paper Kites

im so hot for the rich girl
her heels so high, and my hopes so low
cause i dont know how to love
ill take her home after midnight
and if she likes, ill tell her lies