Week 4 Game (Week 83 @ LJ)
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writing_gameThis week's board is made by somigliana, the prompts are from benebu, and the dice is made by rea_saint.
The game is also posted on LJ. You may play on either site.
The goal of Writing Game is not to make multiple rounds around the board, but to accumulate as many points as possible.
You may switch fandoms/worlds whenever you first pass 20 points, 40, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100, 105, 110, 115, 120, then free for all.
e.g. Total points: 19. Complete a +3 prompt.
This brings you to 22 points. At this point you may switch fandoms/worlds.
All the general rules can be found in the user profile. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
For the Player's Choice squares, you can only take more than one prompt if the ones you choose are in the same row.
You have to follow the prompt categories (Prompt, Character or Action). If you use a prompt outside its category, you will lose 1 point.
Use a maximum of two quotes for prompt(s), only if they are touching (ie, next to each other, or above/below each other).
somigliana, the prompts are from benebu, and the dice is made by rea_saint.The game is also posted on LJ. You may play on either site.
The goal of Writing Game is not to make multiple rounds around the board, but to accumulate as many points as possible.
You may switch fandoms/worlds whenever you first pass 20 points, 40, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100, 105, 110, 115, 120, then free for all.
e.g. Total points: 19. Complete a +3 prompt.
This brings you to 22 points. At this point you may switch fandoms/worlds.
All the general rules can be found in the user profile. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
| Home | Roll the dice. Post the result in the comments. |
| Diamond | Choose from the An Insular Possession table below |
| PC | Choose from the Player's Choice tables below |
| A | Prompt: Art +2 |
| B | Prompt: Bond +2 |
| G-J | Write any prompt from G to J |
| C | Action: Challenge +2 |
| D | Prompt: Dab +2 |
| E | Character: Emboldened +3 |
| F | Prompt: Fence +2 |
| X-B | Write any prompt from X to B |
| G | Action: Gyrate +3 |
| T-W | Write any prompt from T to W |
| H | Action: Heat +1 |
| I | Prompt: Intrinsic +2 |
| J | Prompt: Jigsaw Puzzle +3 |
| K | Character: Killjoy +2 |
| L | Prompt: Limit +1 |
| M | Action: Match +2 |
| N | Prompt: Name +1 |
| O | Prompt: Oceanic +3 |
| P | Prompt: Pole +1 |
| Q | Prompt: Qualm +2 |
| R | Prompt: Reverence +3 |
| A-Z | Write any prompt from A to Z |
| S | Prompt: Shock +1, Foreshock +3 |
| C-F | Write any prompt from C to F |
| T | Action: Tackle +2 |
| K-N | Write any prompt from K to N |
| U | Character: Unapologetic +2 |
| V | Action: Vex +3 |
| W | Action: Wield +2 |
| X | Prompt: aXiomatic +3 |
| Y | Prompt: You-Know-Where +2 |
| Z | Write a drabble featuring a character acting on impulse +4 |
For the Player's Choice squares, you can only take more than one prompt if the ones you choose are in the same row.
You have to follow the prompt categories (Prompt, Character or Action). If you use a prompt outside its category, you will lose 1 point.
| Player's choice | Box A | Go on the ladder |
| Prompt | Character | Action |
| Elopement +3 | Lithe +1 | Galvanize +2 |
| Double-breasted +3 | Many-Sided +2 | Misuse +1 |
| Dewey decimal classification +3 | Flustered +2 | Gape +1 |
| Deceptive +1 | Madcap +3 | Romance +2 |
| Player's choice | Box B | Ignore the ladder |
| Prompt | Character | Action |
| Trainwreck +2 | Femme Fatale +3 | Covet +1 |
| Diamond +2 | Quick-tempered +2 | Follow +2 |
| Fault +2 | Flippant +2 | Cure +2 |
| Flight +1 | Unyielding +3 | Put up with +2 |
Use a maximum of two quotes for prompt(s), only if they are touching (ie, next to each other, or above/below each other).
| Timothy Mo's An Insular Possession table +2 Each | ||
| no longer possible to tell whether it is love or contempt which unites | uncertainty is a kind of freedom | There is a Cape Horn of the mind, too |
| Well, matters, I allow, may only look up, we are so low, and that's a fact | He died of a broken heart. Of what else? | I should always betray a principle for a friend |
| every man a brother and none a friend | The seven years between nineteen and twenty-six are, it may be seen, long ones | a sense of physical emptiness; fortunate and strange |
| How we may wonder at our earlier self | now becomes then | the price for turning a blind eye is now subject to review and increase |
| the distinction between meum et tuum | a damn carefree, disloyal sort of a dog | tea as drunk in London |
Okay... so I follow the die link....
Date: 2012-08-10 09:18 pm (UTC)Which takes me to the blue C and everything falls into place from there. Or I'm misunderstanding something. :)
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edit: okay, first entry posted below. Somebody tell me if I'm doing this wrong.
'home' as it's the first move 'C+2' because that's where the dice placed me?
Re: Okay... so I follow the die link....
Date: 2012-08-11 02:15 am (UTC)It also makes my life easier if you keep track of your total of points. We should probably have a template somewhere, but I can't remember us ever posting one.
Re: Okay... so I follow the die link....
Date: 2012-08-13 09:18 am (UTC)I figure as long as they follow the subject line rule it's all good.
Yay, new board! Thank you =)
Home, C+2, Original (Lavender Texas)
Date: 2012-08-10 10:27 pm (UTC)It was laughable and laugh Gaunt did. “There is no challenge. I am strong now. Lift a truck. You couldn’t lift a backpack. You saw my blasts. I destroy buildings. We fight—that’s no challenge, that’s a massacre.”
“Afraid?”
Nobody accused Gaunt of fear, so he struck--a mighty crimson plasma searing forth from his wrists. The stranger danced easily aside, ducked away from fists and left tiny, meaningless cuts with his sissy-sword.
“Epee,” the stranger corrected, “and they aren’t meaningless.”
“Meaningless,” Gaunt insisted, only later realizing the implications of having his thoughts mirrored on the stranger’s lips. Sooner or later one of his blows or blasts would connect and the stranger would be no more.
“All of your new lavender energy rises from the altered blood and even such minor exposure to oxygen, strategically placed, combined with ongoing exertion will…”
Gaunt grew tired. Exhaustion such as he had not felt since Lavender Thursday. The first hint of panic crossed his eyes. He lashed out more fiercely now, and tired more quickly until he slumped to the ground.
“My mistake,” the stranger allowed. “You were right. No challenge at all.”
C, PC+6, Original (Lavender Texas), total: 8?
Date: 2012-08-11 05:16 pm (UTC)Then she arrived. No 613.2, 613.7 or 700.453 could engender such 306.7. For the first time since the change his concentration was shattered. Flustered, uncertain, his thoughts a chaotic whirling belying the laser-like focus of attraction. He tried to speak but words lost in befuddlement, he just gaped.
Allure she had always had. Her gift from the Lavender had been chaos. Chaos always wins in the end. She smiled at that victory and walked past him, claimed the Item and favored him with a smile before turning to walk away.
She didn’t expect the attack. Didn’t imagine for a second that his mind could recover from the chaos she wrought. She had forgotten—chaos is the absence of order, order is victory over chaos.
Re: C, PC+6, Original (Lavender Texas), total: 8?
Date: 2012-08-11 08:08 pm (UTC)C, PC+6, Original (Lavender Texas) as the subject line
and
Prompt(s): --, --, --
Total points: 8
Author's notes (if any):
*your drabble*
as the body of the comment.
Hope you're having fun with the game. I love the way you used the Dewey prompt (that was totally inspired by a peek at your LJ, by the way).
Re: C, PC+6, Original (Lavender Texas), total: 8?
Date: 2012-08-11 08:44 pm (UTC)PC; PC+6; Original (Lavender Texas)
Date: 2012-08-20 06:20 pm (UTC)Total Points: 14
Allure she had in spades. She always had. But it had grown stronger and less controlled. The power of chaos had transformed her from ‘usually gets her way’ to ‘femme fatale that destroys the most strong willed of heroes.’ Redirecting the train would be child’s play.
She should have been stopped before she could enter, nobody would. The engineer should have resisted, he couldn’t. “Shift the track,” she cooed melodically. “Take this train to Wrothmore.” Without hesitation, he was giving the order.
But his assistant was effected too. Effected so desperately. So strongly did he covet this enchantress’ affections he contradicted orders for the first time ever. “We can get there faster. Johnson’s pass.”
The engineer shook his head. “Suicide. We need to get her there safely.”
“Quickly,” argued the insubordinate subordinate.
They yelled. They struggled. Between them, the train took neither route. It tumbled from the tracks. Metal shrieked. Fires burned as smoke curled into the sky. Survivors cried over the bodies of the lost.
She too was cried over—even in death her allure was strong. Chaos is good at making changes. Chaos is not always good at ensuring that the changes made are the ones desired.
Home, G-J +3, Teen Wolf
Date: 2012-08-31 03:56 am (UTC)Prompt: Jigsaw Puzzle +3
Random kid!Stiles and kid!Scott, 100 words
"Dude, you look like a raccoon," Scott blurted out upon his first good look of his best friend.
Stiles rubbed his hands together gleefully. "I have this geography test in the bag!"
"Did you stay up reading the textbook from cover or cover or something?" This is strange behavior in a sixth grader, but not when that sixth grader is Stiles.
"Huh? Oh no, I did that last week. Yesterday," he said with flourish, "I completed a 5000-piece puzzle of the U.S. of A."
Scott gave him a confused puppy look. "...but I thought the test is on Western Europe?"
+3, PC Box A +1, Teen Wolf (Regency Romance AU)
Date: 2012-09-02 05:58 am (UTC)Total pts: 3
Lithe +1, 195 words
This is an eventually-Derek/Stiles, Georgette Heyer-inspired Regency Romance AU that's set in a non-heat, non-werewolf, non-canonical Alpha/Beta/Omega 'verse. Yeah.
I need a Regency Romance and/or Teen Wolf icon.
"What’s that, Stiles? Did you say something about chastity?"
"Yes, Isaac. Circumcision and its supposed effect on chastity," Stiles said blithely, used to his younger brother ignoring him for his books. "How a mere lack of foreskin is supposed to discourage omega males from masturbating is beyond me. It is a great deal too fantastical!"
"I’m more interested in how to discourage omega males from disturbing the peace at breakfast," Isaac said sardonically.
Stiles waved a careless hand. "Oh don’t mind me, go back to your reading. I always enjoy such interesting conversations with myself."
Isaac raised an eloquent eyebrow.
"Only you have let your coffee grow cold, besides abandoning that toast. One of us needs fattening up, and it’s definitely not me!"
Isaac gave an exaggerated sigh and reached for his toast.
Contrary to Stiles’ remark, both brothers had lithe, slender figures. Stiles was tall for an omega male—nearly of a height with their oldest brother Scott, who was an alpha. At fifteen, Isaac had already overtaken Stiles, and this despite the pronounced limp in his right leg. Stiles suspected that when Scott finally returned to Undershaw, Isaac would tower over him too.
+1, picture +2, Teen Wolf (Regency Romance AU)
Date: 2012-09-05 05:52 am (UTC)ladder, moved 1 square to F square, ignored F square, moved 2 squares backward to picture square.
Total pts: 4
He died of a broken heart. Of what else? +2
200 words
Any interest Sir Francis Lanyon had held for his children quickly dwindled after his wife passed away. From time to time he would bother to question Stiles on his studies or commend Scott on his horsemanship, but he held no daily interaction with them. To Isaac he had even less to say. His youngest's infirm leg was lamentable (he once said to Stiles) since it was clear to everyone that Isaac was mad about horses. Isaac was nearly thirteen before his painful joint disease was arrested and allowed him to bestride a horse.
The reclusive existence that Sir Francis led in his Yorkshire manor naturally caused his children to grow up in seclusion. Only Scott, being the oldest and an alpha besides, was sent to Eton and thus escaped into the larger world. Neither Stiles nor Isaac had been farther from Undershaw than the seaside town of Scarborough, and their acquaintance was limited to the few families living within reach of the Manor.
Stiles was, in essence, the only parent that Isaac had ever had. When their father passed away of a stroke three years ago, Isaac was sympathetic but did not share his brothers' feelings of sadness and regret.
+2, F +2, Teen Wolf (Regency Romance AU)
Date: 2012-09-12 03:32 am (UTC)Total pts: 6
Prompt: Fence +2, 199 words
"Oh no, I assure you I hold him in nothing but esteem," Stiles said in exaggerated tones. "He’s perfectly honourable and respectable, and he was Papa’s dearest godson."
Instead of pointing out that Derek was Sir Francis’ only godson, Isaac cocked his head at Stiles. "Are you going to marry him?"
Startled, Stiles’ expression smoothed out. "I wish you would put that notion out of your head," he said in a sober voice. "He never gave me cause to think that he would make an offer for my hand. And besides, I can’t bear him teasing you."
Isaac searched his brother’s face. "It was years ago, when we were children."
Mouth lifting in one corner, he added, "Moreover, I quickly deduced that he only teased me when I was with you."
Stiles frowned and was about to ask his brother to enlighten him, when a voice was heard beyond the door. "In the breakfast parlour, are they? You need not announce me," the voice said dismissively.
"Fenced in, with no escape!" Stiles said, looking at the French window with longing.
"No Stiles, you may not leave your crippled brother to fob off your suitor," Isaac said with mock severity.
+2, E +3, Teen Wolf (Regency Romance AU)
Date: 2012-09-26 12:55 am (UTC)Total pts: 8
Character: Emboldened +3, 200 words
Snippet from part 1.2
P.S. Lord Davenant = Danny
"Item, two brown eyes, with lids to them," Stiles blurted out.
Since the man just continued smiling, he could only deduce that Lord Davenant—for surely it could be nobody but him—was used to people losing temporary control of their faculties in his presence.
"Stay still, blackberry thief." Davenant looked amused as he approached Stiles, who had reflexively frozen at the command.
"Is it a custom for gentlemen in these parts to trespass in only a shirt and waistcoat?" he asked conversationally as he set to gently disentangle Stiles’ shirt.
Stiles had to fight the urge to squirm as Davenant freed his shirttail from the last clinging thorns. He moved one step away, narrowly missing the basket of berries, and said, "No, but why would anyone wear a riding dress to pick blackberries? The purpose of a riding dress is for riding, don't you agree?"
When he saw that the man looked rather bemused, he continued, "I'm terribly sorry for trespassing—it’s just, my dog, you see—and we have an understanding with your bailiff. At any rate, you can't tell me you're going to miss these blackberries!" Stiles finished this half-incoherent speech on a less than satisfactory note.
Styals, a Single Omega
Date: 2012-10-03 08:47 am (UTC)Total pts: 11
(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-21 04:50 am (UTC)