hs_olympics | BONUS ROUND 5

Bonus Round 5

Tales from the Road

Hey, shippers! HSO is winding down, so we thought we'd take a look back at the journey, so to speak. With that in mind, this next bonus round is going to be roadtrip-themed! Give us a little taste of your characters' life on the road, whatever form that takes.

Rules

Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of one ship (friendship/gen is fine too!) and a location. This cannot be your team's ship! This round we will not be giving points for prompts.

Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!

You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.

Fills should be posted as replies to the prompts which they are for, following the format below. They may be any medium.

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 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 fills (as stated here):
First 5 entries in each post: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10 in each post: 20 (per entry)
Entries 11-15 in each post: 10 (per entry)
Entries 16+ in each post: 5 (per entry)

All scored content must be created/assembled new for this round.

If you have any questions, please ask them at the FAQ post here, or email them to us (homestuck.shipping at gmail). Otherwise, we cannot guarantee that we will see them in a timely fashion!

Bonus Round 5 is now closed!

16/08/12 Comments are unscreened again, for the sake of comments on fills. No new fills are being counted for points.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Can we just sit the fuck down already? We've got to be on the wrong side of the airport by now," Karkat growls from behind you. You continue to walk, scouring the walls and floors and pillars between the seats.

"We're only a few gateth away. And not until we find an outlet, my laptop needth to charge."

"Who gives a shit about your laptop, I need to charge. I can't remember the last time I slept. While you were passed out and drooling like a barkbeast on sopor that disgusting human wiggler was kicking the back of my seat for almost the entirety of that thousand-sweep flight."

When you stop, Karkat runs into your back and growls, rubbing at his nose.

"Jethuth Chritht, KK, shut up. I found an outlet."

You kneel down to pull the power cord out of your shoulder bag and Karkat flops into the nearest chair, letting his backpack fall at his feet. You settle into the seat next to him with your computer.

"What's it going to be, another five fucking hours?" Karkat grumbles, leaning toward you to look at your screen, even though it's still turning on. "This is the shittiest place to spend all afternoon. The food is expensive as all fuck and tastes like processed grubloaf to boot, and the seats are basically rocks with minimal padding, and all these noisy grubfuckers and their constant droning announcements make it impossible to sit back, take a deep whiff of the stale, sweaty air, and relax."

"We could leave," you suggest, searching for a wi-fi signal. "There'th probably thome nithe rethtaurantth outthide the airport. Hell, we could get a hotel tho you can get your beauty thleep, god knowth you need it. But we'll have to come back thoon."

"Oh hell no, I would rather sit in this airport for the rest of my pitifully short lifespan, build a nice home here, eat at Burger Emperor every day, raise a family, die of fuel fume intake, and be buried beneath the souvenir shop than go through security again. You are a walking alarm. TSA probably breaks down sobbing whenever they see you coming. 'Hold on, jutht let me remove my laptop, and my PDA, and my watch, and my iPod, and' you know what, why don't you just take off all your clothes and run through the scanners naked so we all know you're not a walking bomb."

You sip the coffee you got as soon as you were off the plane. "Nah, you're the only one who would apprethiate the view. Bethideth, I am a walking bomb, I could hijack the airplane with jutht my brain and they can't confithcate that."

"Sollux Captor, scourge of the fucking skies. You are a terror to travel with, you know that?" Karkat leans his head against you and squirms, trying not to dig his cheek into your bony shoulder. "Well, no, I guess past-me was the bulgelicker getting into idiotic arguments with the flight attendants, so you're just the most abominable shitstain for putting up with me."

"Jutht go to sleep, KK." You pat his hand, resting on his knee.

Karkat's other hand reaches up to grab yours and, all complaints aside, it looks like he's already drifting off. "If you don't wake me up and we miss our flight, you're not going to live to see California," he mumbles.

"I'll wake you up when we thtart boarding."

It's kind of hard to type with one hand, but you don't let go.