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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!
SOUNDTRACK: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3JADE
Mika- We are golden.
Madness- House of fun.
Gorillaz- Feel Good.
FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY
You sit on the dirty and rusting arm of an unused construction crane, several dozen feet in the air. The crane hasn't been used in at least a decade, it just stands there in the middle of the abandoned street as a reminder of what was never finished and what will never be finished. It's a long drop from where you're sitting but that doesn't bother you; you and your friend Gamzee have climbed all over this old thing a hundred times each. It's like your playground, a playground for a couple of twenty-somethings living in a ruined and run down world.
You swing your long legs back and forth and your blonde hair moves with the breeze. You loosen the scarf around your neck. It's always too hot for scarves these days but it's all you have left of your mother, so you wear it every day. You wait.
Gamzee is always a little late and you watch the streets until you see him. You wave at each other and than he begins the climb up the metal bars of the crane's body, hauling himself up onto the arm to join you. He swings forward onto his hands, lifting his legs up into the open air and moves slowly along the thin stretch, like a clown on a tightrope. You'd be nervous about him falling if you weren't used to it. Instead, you laugh and help him keep steady when he finally drops down beside you.
"What up, sister?" he asks.
"I got some stuff," you tell him happily, reaching down your shirt to pull out a small crumpled bag.
"Well ain't that a miracle," Gamzee says with a lazy grin. "This shit is getting too hard to find."
"Yeah, it costs me quite a bit." You sigh and shrug, everything costs too much. You swing one of your legs over the crane arm so you're facing Gamzee and set the bag down, pulling out the supplies and rolling a joint. Gamzee fishes a lighter out of his pants pocket and lights it for you.
You take a deep drag before passing it over to him, then slowly blow the smoke out through rounded lips. "Not bad," you comment.
Gamzee exhales. "Better than nothing," he agrees. For awhile you smoke in silence, letting the drugs filter through your system and relax your muscles. You've been altogether too sober in every respect for too long.
"Hey let's climb down onto the Macy's center," you say suddenly. "There won't be anyone in there."
"You got it," Gamzee replies. You stand up and walk along the crane towards the nearest tall building, spliff balancing in the corner of your dry lips. "We're gonna have to go down the cable," he remarks, nodding at the cord at the end of the crane. There's nothing attached to the bottom of it and you have no idea how sturdy it'll be. That's not going to stop you, by any means. You slide over the edge, latch onto the cable and shimmy down. It holds your weight but Gamzee waits until you've landed on a roof before following.
While you wait for him, you find the door that leads down into the building and fire a bullet right into the lock. The shot echos loudly and you laugh. Gamzee joins you and inside you go, into the dark shopping centre that once upon a time was thriving with light and activity. Now everything sits to collect dust, people break in to steal all the time, and sometimes you even find people who no longer have homes of their own living in changing rooms or bathrooms. Racks of outdated clothing still remain, the articles that aren't practical enough to be worth holding onto.
You sweep an enormous purple hat with a beaded flower decoration off a stand and don it with a flourish, spinning around to display it for Gamzee. He laughs and grabs a dusty fedora with stitches coming apart and shoves it on his head. His bushy hair sticks out comically at the bottom.
"Absolutely ravishing," you tell him, "you should keep it. No wait here, add this." You scamper across the aisle and pull a long, poofy green jacket off a stand.
Gamzee takes the offered garment and slips it on. "Getting my motherfucking pimp on," he says and struts down the aisle. You cackle and follow after him, keeping an eye open for more ridiculous clothing. You find a shiny gold dress and haphazardly change right there in the middle of the department store floor.
Gamzee gives a nod of approval and offers you his hand. He's not usually the type for little gestures so you take it and spin towards him, humming a tune to yourself. "Dance with me?" you ask before starting to dance without waiting for his answer.
The building is dead silent except for the sound of your feet against the cracked floor and the waltz you hum to dance to, but it feels magical all the same. You're dressed up in fancy clothing and dancing with your best friend, you're high and feeling golden, and there's nowhere you'd rather be.