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sportsfest2018-06-16 12:14 am
Bonus Round 1: Time and Place
Bonus Round 1: Time & Place
Who, when, and where? Send your favorite sports animanga characters to any time and place you want—but the filler decides what they do there.
This bonus round will close on June 29th, 2018 at 11:59PM PT. (Countdown Timer)
This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open to new Fills.
Rules
Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a time and place, along with any character/ship/group/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms. Your prompt can include characters from any animanga title regardless of your team affiliation.
- Please format your prompt like so:
TIME: [Time]
PLACE: [Place] - The place can be any real or fictional location.
- The time can be as specific or vague as you want.
- Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt “Fandom: Any”.
- If your prompt includes a relationship, make sure to use the proper notation. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Feel free to add additional clarifications as needed.
Here are a few examples to get your creative juices flowing:
TIME: Victorian Era
PLACE: The catacombs of London
TIME: Monday morning
PLACE: The coffee shop down the street
TIME: The last pitch
PLACE: Koshien
TIME: June 16th, 2018 at 4:20 PM
PLACE: 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your time and place-inspired fanwork.
Please make sure to adhere to the specific prompt/fill formats!!! Otherwise, the BR scorer may miss your fill. If you make a mistake, please edit your post, or delete and repost if editing has been disabled.
If Prompting
Please use the following subject line for prompt:
Prompt: [Your Team]
Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Prompts
EXPLICITLY NSFW PROMPTS must be posted to the After-Hours comm. To join, click here.
After joining, you will be able to access the AfterHours BR1 post.
“Explicitly NSFW” means that the prompt includes outright sexual content (whether in a photograph, drawing, or in words), and prompts that in the additional requests are asking for explicit fills. Prompts are posted with the same HTML format, in the same manner as a SFW prompt, just under the designated post for that Bonus Round in the After-Hours comm. See ‘Filling’ for the procedures for NSFW Fills.
If Filling
Minimums
Required Work Minimums:
400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)
There is no max work cap.
Format
FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]
- Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
- Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).
- Find a guide to tagging HERE.
- Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Fills
All NSFW fills MUST be posted in the corresponding Bonus Round post in the After Hours community. To join, click here.
After joining, you will be able to access the AfterHours BR1 post.
If filling a prompt that has been posted on the after-hours comm, simply reply to that prompt. If filling a SFW prompt, let the prompter know by replying to the original prompt on the main comm with a link to your fill on the corresponding after-hours Bonus Round Post. Please DO NOT use the Fill subject line or Fill header when cross-linking. This will cause the BR scorer to count your fill twice.
Scoring
The scoring for bonus rounds depends on the number of people (n) on your team. You’re welcome to make as many prompts and fills as you like!
For prompts: 5 points per prompt, limited to 5 times the number of team members (5n)
For fills, where (n) = number of members on you team:
- First 5n fills: 20 points each
- Fills 5n to 10n: 10 points each
- Fills 10n to 15n: 5 points each
- All fills after 15n: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Additional Information
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post). We’ll also have a prompt/fill database up and running soon that will help you filter through BR posts.
A Tip: We all want SportsFest to be a fun and safe environment. If you notice someone has made a mistake in their required tagging, or any other html or rules related aspect of their comment, do let them know, message them privately rather than replying - if you reply, they can’t edit the comment! If you aren’t comfortable letting the commenter know directly, contact a mod and we will make sure they update the required tags.
If you have any questions, feel free to contact a mod.
FILL: Team Knife Emoji, T
Fandom: Shokugeki no Souma - Food Wars!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: No soggy knives were hurt in this ficlet
Word Count: 1091
Remix Permission: Yup
A/N: spent a bizarre afternoon looking up Japanese vending machines, then settled for a mundane one. Rindou is the real MVP.
***
The day had drained him. Constant demands from paperwork coupled with Monsieur Chapelle’s obvious disapproval of the new curriculum, had given Eishi a headache. Plus he’d also been puzzling out a new recipe, tasting at every level, and nothing had quite come together. His tongue had been sadly disappointed by the most recent attempt, and although he wanted to stay in school all night, the sight of him rubbing the bridge of his nose had caused Rindou to take action.
“Go home!” she ordered him, taking away his knife.
“No, I have to perfect—”
“You won’t in this state. You’ve tasted too much and you’re looking even paler than usual. Go home and sleep. Why are you even awake?”
He only agreed because she threatened to dump the paperwork he’d already done in the oven and turn the gas up high, but now as he reached the perimeter fence, Eishi was glad he’d left. The evening was sultry, but the air was fresh and he could feel the ache across his temples receding as he walked further from the campus.
Walking up to the stop, he saw the bus pull away and toyed with the notion of calling a cab instead of hanging around, but the air was doing him good and it was not too long a walk, so he carried on walking until the bus stop and Tootsuki had been left behind.
He was thirsty, though. His new dish of calves liver, fig and apple puree and foie gras, was taking a devilishly long time to get right, and had also been over-salted leaving his mouth dry as if he’d been eating sawdust.
And still he could taste the liver in his mouth, too strong overshadowing everything else.
Perhaps without the foie gras, he thought, and ran his tongue across his cracked lips. Or I could try chestnuts to nullify the salt. Or find a different type of liver.
Up ahead was a small convenience store—one Eishi usually passed by without visiting. Why would he? They sold the worst kind of food, crisps and manufactured plastic sausage, brightly coloured synthetic candies and the sort of breakfast cereal that made his teeth ache looking at it. But as his throat husked, and the heat started to become oppressive, he also spied the glow coming from a vending machine and his throat protested.
They’d sell water … he could drink that. Nothing harmful there, nothing to upset his palate or stomach.
He had enough change for the machine, stared at it awhile, trying to work out where the coin slot was and which buttons he had to press, then had the annoying realisation that there was no water. Instead what was glaring out at him were drinks in a variety of colours—garish colours—that reminded him far too much of a certain kouhai’s shirt (at the time he’d counted it a victory that Isshiki was actually clothed, but the shirt had been so jazzy, he could have sworn he’d got an ocular migraine looking at it).
But he needed a drink.
He punched in the number twenty-one, and watched as the bottle of green tea began to move.
Except it didn’t. What moved was the bottle underneath, and then the melon soda landed with a clunk in the tray.
“Hell!” he croaked.
Okay, one swig, quench his thirst and get home. Have a proper drink there. His non-sparkling mineral water hewn from icebergs was in the fridge and he could—
“Tsukasa-san,” a voice interrupted. An annoying voice. One he associated with far-too-wide smiles and not doing paperwork correctly! “Are you slumming it, senpai?”
“I’m walking home,” he said coldly as he turned around. “Don’t you have a dorm to get to?”
“Snacks,” Isshiki Satoshi explained, waving bags of roasted peanuts in the air. “Fumio-sama likes them when she watches her crime shows, and Souma-kun used the last bag in some awful squid in peanut custard concoction.” He squinted, then grinned. “Melon soda. Sometimes I get a craving for that, too.”
“It’s not a craving. I bought it by mistake!” Eishi snapped.
“Oh, well, enjoy, I guess!” Isshiki replied. “Or buy another.”
“I don’t have any more change.” He stared at the bottle in his hand, and then at Isshiki. “Uh, I don’t suppose you could possibly … uh … lend me…”
“No, I can’t,” Isshiki said, and wrinkled up his nose. “I can buy my senpai a drink though, Tsukasa-san.”
“What?”
“No strings attached. Or I’ll buy what you want and we can swap.”
A fair compromise, although it did mean he’d have to listen to Isshiki prattle on for a bit longer, and not even about cooking. Now he was talking about table tennis and how one of his kouhais was an amazing player.
“One green tea,” Isshiki pronounced with a mock bow as they made the exchange. “And I’ll satisfy my guilty pleasure for melon soda.” He smacked his lips together, then opened up one of the bags of peanuts, tossing one in the air and catching in his mouth. “Sweet and salty are such opposing tastes and yet they complement each other very well.”
“Yes…” His mind careened back to the calves’ liver and the balancing act he wanted to create, a utopia of tastes in one dish.
“Of course, I prefer them covered in chocolate,” Isshiki continued and delved into his bag, displaying his stash. “Snickers bar?”
“Uh ..no…” He blinked. Chocolate … “Actually, yes, Isshiki-kun, that would be … um … kind.”
“What’s a good kouhai for?” he laughed and then he leant closer, scrutinising Eishi’s face. “Cogs clicking in your mind are they, senpai?”
“Hmm?”
“You look as if you’ve worked something out. When I saw you approaching, you looked irritated.”
He opened the bottle of green tea, took a long and slow gulp and waited for his thirst to slake before replying. “Different tastes fitting together. A conundrum I love solving.”
“If only people were as simple, eh?”
“Hmm?”
But Isshiki had started to walk back to Tootsuki, the bag over his shoulder, and the bottle of melon soda still in his hand.
“What did you say, Isshiki-kun?”
“Nothing. It’s not important. Have fun with your new delicacy. I hope to taste it some day.”
It’s the least I can do as you’ve inadvertently inspired half of it.
“When I perfect it, Isshiki, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
But he’d spoken too late. Isshiki had moved out of the neon lights, back into the shadows and the invitation went unheard.