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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 AR<3PM<3WV
2. With A Girl Like You - David Sitek
3. Summer House - Gold Motel
FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI
The noise never stops. On the island there were places inland where it was so quiet when the wind let up that you could feel it like a hand pressing against your ears.
"Jade," John says one morning, over fruit and toast. If it were Dave and Rose, they'd break out the coffee, but they don't come for a week. "Let's go flying."
You scratch the top of your head where the dog ears used to be. At least you can still look sidelong at your apple and make it an inch bigger, and John can still kick up a breeze with a thought--just the two of you, like on the ship. "Where can we do that?" you ask. "People will see."
He hasn't thought it through all the way, which is all right by you. He sips from his glass of orange juice and says, "If we go straight up and stay right above the cloud line..."
"Planes."
"Fun?"
"Geese."
"They won't tell!"
You haven't ever seen a goose, anyway. "You're sick of it too," you say.
John's face takes on that guarded look that you'd never have seen on him, five years ago. "We can't get it back," he says, and whether he's talking about time or their lives or their childhoods, you can't tell--"We don't know if the leftovers from then are going to last forever. So let's go flying, okay?"
"Let's go to my island! Let's get out of this stupid city and the stupid winter and the stupid houses, I can fix up a room for you, and for Dave and Rose, too--"
He scoots his chair around the table, awkward, until he's sitting next to her with his chin on her shoulder, looking into your eyes. You curve toward him, bowing him backward. You put your arms around his neck, just like in the dead of what you two decided was night on the ship. You know, all of a sudden, that you're not going to be sleeping in the guest room anymore. And you know you've been stupid, because this stupid house is all he's got left of his dad.
You want very badly for him to come and live with you, even if you have to shrink him down and shove him in your pocket.
"Flying," you say. "Sounds great."