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Crowdfunding Creative Jam

Welcome to the thirty-fifth Crowdfunding Creative Jam! This session will run Saturday, November 15-Sunday, November 16. The theme is "Salvaging and Repairing People or Ideas." (Visit the Creative Jam over on Dreamwidth.)  Note that this will be the last Creative Jam of the year; there won't be one in December due to the holiday rush.

Crowdfunding Creative Jam

Everyone is eligible to post prompts, which may be words or phrases, titles, images, etc. Prompters may request a specific creator, but everyone else may still use that prompt if they wish. Prompts may specify a particular character/world/etc. but creators may use the prompt for something else anyway and post the results. Prompters are still encouraged to post mostly prompts that anyone could use anywhere, as this maximizes the chance of having creators make something based on your prompt. Please title your comment "Prompt" or "Prompts" when providing inspiration so these are easy to find.

Prompt responses may also be treated as prompts and used for further inspiration. For example, a prompt may lead to a sketch which leads to a story, and so on. This kind of cascading inspiration is one of the most fun things about a collective jam session.

Everyone is eligible to use prompts, and everyone who wants to use a given prompt may do so, for maximum flexibility of creator choice in inspiration. You do not have to post a "Claim" reply when you decide to use a prompt, but this does help indicate what is going on so that other prompters can spread out their choice of prompts if they wish.

Creators are encouraged, but not required, to post at least one item free. Likewise, sharing a private copy of material with the prompter is encouraged but not required. Creative material resulting from prompts should be indicated in a reply to the prompt, with a link to the full content elsewhere on the creator's site (if desired); a brief excerpt and/or description of the material may be included in the reply (if desired). It helps to title your comment "Prompt Filled" or something like that so these are easy to identify. There is no time limit on responding to prompts. However, creators are encouraged to post replies sooner rather than later, as the attention of prompters will be highest during and shortly after the session.

Some items created from prompts may become available for sponsorship. Some creators may offer perks for donations, linkbacks, or other activity relating to this project. Check creator comments and links for their respective offerings.

Prompters, creators, and bystanders are expected to behave in a responsible and civil manner. If the moderators have to drag someone out of the sandbox for improper behavior, we will not be amused. Please respect other people's territory and intellectual property rights, and only play with someone else's characters/setting/etc. if you have permission. (Fanfic/fanart freebies are okay.) If you want to invite folks to play with something of yours, title the comment something like "Open Playground" so it's easy to spot. This can be a good way to attract new people to a shared world or open-source project, or just have some good non-canon fun.

Boost the signal! The more people who participate, the more fun this will be. Hopefully we'll see activity from a lot of folks who regularly mention their projects in this community, but new people are always welcome. You can link to this session post or to individual items created from prompts, whatever you think is awesome enough to recommend to your friends.


Open Playground: Schrodinger's Heroes

Everyone is welcome to play with Schrodinger's Heroes. (If you're new to this project, you can start here.) This is an imaginary fandom for an apocryphal television show. A team of heroes practice quantum physics and other hijinks to protect Earth against invaders from other dimensions. The team is racially, sexually, and culturally diverse. Because the subject naturally deals with alternate realities, it lends itself well to crossovers and alternate-universe interpretations; you can use my version or make up your own.

Open Playground: Torn World

Torn World is a science fantasy shared world available for writing and creating in. Sea monsters! Giant furred unicorns! Crystals that control time! People of changing gender, or no gender!

For more information about the setting, prompters should start here and contributors should start here. For specific information about submitting your work to our world continuity, rights and allowances, please see our contributor's rules. We have a space for sharing non-canon work on our site, so don't be shy about jumping in, even if you aren't familiar with the setting yet!


Image Prompts:
Repairing a castle wall
Road repair crew
Threesome walking together

Title Prompts:
"Alien Heartache"
"Simple Repairs for Complex Ideologies"
"Homesick Day"

Text Prompts:
Emotional first aid in action.
Fixing a fundamentally flawed idea is like trying to polish a turd.
The people who bleed are the ones who are real.


Re: Prompts

This falls very loosely in Ysabetwordsmith's Polychrome Heroics and answers the prompt for the road repair crew.(Rudy and Gideon are back!)-Dialecticdreamer

James, Grant and Duncan were stuck repairing the chunk of street that the delivery driver insisted /he/ didn't create. Again. Some days, it didn't pay to get out of bed.

James shook his head, watching Rudy explain 'root shock' to the teenager working on the landscaping crew in language his mama would be ashamed of. James' mama-- most people thought Rudy had hatched from beneath a cabbage leaf because no one else would have put up with the stink he made. Regularly. Gideon had already put the chunks of planter off to one side for disposal, and was shaking his head at whatever nonsense Rudy was spewing.

A young Hispanic woman walked toward the road crew on the duplex side of the street, both arms full of mesh grocery bags and an assortment of groceries. A cluster of bored young men stood near the locking gate for foot traffic, next to the metal sign which proclaimed the apartment ownership and warned that the pool was for residents only.

James watched the two intersect like a slow-motion train wreck.

“Ooh, hey beautiful!” one young man called. He jogged until he was only a pace or two behind the Hispanic woman.

She quickened her steps.

“You cookin' at home? Gonna invite me over for some? I /like/ home cookin'!”

Rudy put a hand on Gideon's shoulder, pointing toward the work trailer parked along the curb. And then he stripped off his work gloves and let them drop to the street.

Behind her, the idiot reached for the long fall of loose hair.

James dropped the spade in his hand, letting it clang sharply.

The woman flinched.

“Touch her, and I'll knock your head off your shoulders,” Rudy declared, flexing hands to emphasize his bare, scraped knuckles.

“I was just-” the younger man began, bravado and whine mixing like milk and vinegar.

“You were just behaving like a buffoon,” Rudy declared. He jerked his chin toward the teenager carrying a bottle of water from their site office. “Miss, go sit a bit, have some water. Gideon's a good kid, and he'll help you carry things home if you want.”

James stepped forward as well, out of arm's reach of the young tough who'd been following the lady. “Dude, you're actin' like a --” he glanced at the young woman, “-jackass. Sorry, Miss.”

“Yeah? You think I can't--”

Rudy thumped his fist into his open palm. “Don't finish that sentence. Go home, learn some manners, grow up enough to shave, and leave the /lady/ alone.”

“Miss?” the teenager smiled nervously. “Hey, James.” He nodded to me, and the smile settled in a bit more comfortably. “ I could take some of the bags? I'm Gideon.”

Rudy stepped closer to the teenage tough, making him bolt. Brash laughter followed him back to the apartment gate, which sprang shut with another high-pitched clang. “Idiot, pestering a beautiful lady for being beautiful.” He raised his voice slightly. “Didn't you know it takes honey to catch flies, not vinegar?”

James couldn't resist, laughing so hard he had to brace his hands on his knees. The road crew, and more than half of Rudy's own crew, joined in.

“Rest for five minutes,” Gideon told the lady in an undervoice, “and you'll see why everybody's laughing at /Rudy/ saying that. But he's a good guy, okay?”

Slowly, she offered the teen the bags held in her left hand, and cracked the seal on the bottle of water in her right.

Re: Prompts

Yay! I love Rudy in this story. It's like those occasional episodes of Semolina Lane where the Floppit actually has a clue. :D
The best mistakes

A loving and supporting extended family.

Legal tangles that actually do good.


prompt fill

My existing prompt fill with Edison Finn, his big sister Molly and their new house guests meets the "loving and supportive family" fill already.

I'm thinking of tackling another, just for you, though!

Re: prompt fill

Yay! More words!


Prompt fill

More friends of the Finn family, exploring a “good mistake.” Will eventually tie into “legal battles that actually do good.”

Jules shook his head as Mariset draped an arm around his waist, her wry expression for him alone. “I don't know, Mariset. I don't know.”

Silent, the dark-haired teen watched the other people in the park, tugging Jules toward Nilofaur, alone a few paces ahead of them.

“Nilofaur,” Jules called, “Mariset wanted to say hi.”

Looking up, scrubbing a hand over her face, she waited for her classmates to catch up. “Hi, Mariset.” She waited for the other girl to nod, then turned to Jules. “Have you seen Aida this weekend? I just got some crappy news about her, and my parents are /thrilled/.”

“You got bad news, but your parents are thrilled?” Jules shook his head, confused. He scrubbed a hand through chin-length, shaggy blond hair just to emphasize the confusion, and when that didn't change Nilofaur's expression, made an exaggerated grimace.

She shrugged faintly, unable to muster up a stronger response to his joking. “You know Aida Finn pretty well... and I don't. My parents can only push tradition... so far... and everybody knows her little sibling Halley isn't anything /like/ traditional.”

Mariset nodded, nudging the other girl's shoulder gently.

“You don't tease thon, /or/ Drew and Aida,” Jules defended. “Keeping a neutral distance is better than a lot of people can manage.”

Nilofaur shook her head quickly, the rustle of dark strands muffling her voice slightly. “Not anymore. Aida's going to hate me forever.”

“What happened?” Jules stopped walking, and Mariset, her arm still around his waist, dragged to a stop half a pace later.

“Doctor Chaduri offered me Aida's job in the blood lab. She said that Aida quit unexpectedly.” Nilofaur shook her head fiercely. “I don't believe it, but I have to know what to do in just a couple of hours. My parents both think she'd quit, but... I know better. She was counting the days until she could get her work permit and if /I/ could see that, I bet she was constantly talking about it to her family.”

“Was this a verbal offer?” Jules scrubbed his hand through his hair again.

“She left a voice mail offering me the job. Does that matter?” Nilofaur moved half a pace closer to Mariset.

“Do you want to make a /good/ mistake?” Jules persisted. “You don't have to get any more involved than that, but I need a copy of that voice mail.”

Mariset put a hand out, rubbing between Nilofaur's shoulder blades. They waited.

Nilofaur drew out her phone, asking, “What's the number?” Jules rattled off the number for Doctor Finn's office at Soup to Nuts. Nilofaur's eyes grew wider when she recognized it. “My parents are going to go nuts. I've got about four hours before I'm supposed to show up for work, and they're calling relatives /everywhere/ to brag on me.”

Mariset pulled her into a one-armed hug.

Jules shook his head. “Don't worry about that. We're going to walk once around the park, then over to the Finns to talk to Aida and her parents. They're not going to be mad at you.” He smiled, reassuringly. “Plus, if they can't talk your parents calm, you can pick my next hair color.”

Nilofaur shook her head. “Serve you right if I pick something boring.” She hadn't stepped away from Mariset's hug. “Do you think... Aida would talk to me?”

“Let's head over there and find out,” Jules suggested. As they jostled and made room for each other on the brick path, he reached behind Mariset to take Nilofaur's hand. “You're aiming for med school, right? You should totally talk to Molly.”

“But she's a paramedic.” Nilofaur eased a fraction closer, as Mariset tucked her head against Jules' body.

“She turned down med school,” Jules laughed. “And your 'good mistake' is probably going to make her want to hug you to pieces. Helping you get into med school is going to be a Finn family project.”

Nilofaur's eyes went wide. “What... Family project?”

Mariset nodded without lifting her head as Jules laughed. “Come on,” he said as he tugged Nilofaur's hand gently. “It took a month or two to get used to it, but they're good people.”

Re: Prompt fill

I love seeing more about the town response to the mess in Mercedes.

Re: Prompt fill

Lovely to see people helping each other through tough times. Thanks for picking my prompt!

Re: Prompt fill

Terramagne is good for that kind of mutual support. Some people are still dicks, but the decent folks are diligent about working around them.
Pretty sure I'm going to use that last prompt, legal tangles that actually do good. Just letting you know. Fic to follow, likely sponsorable.

Edit: I did do so. I ended up with the fic Legal ID. Orange!verse. Carlos doesn't envy the lawyers one bit, but... Sponsorable, $11.50.

Edited at 2014-11-16 11:47 am (UTC)
Marvelous! I'm glad it inspired!


For an extended family, I wrote the free-verse poem "Wolf-Wind." Everyone in Hart's Farm pitches in to take care of the children -- even when there is an unexpected arrival.

86 lines, Buy It Now = $43

Re: Poem

Oo! I look forward to seeing that!