crowdfunding | Crowdfunding Creative Jam

Welcome to the thirty-second Crowdfunding Creative Jam! This session will run Saturday, August 16-Sunday, August 17. The theme is "Community & Communication." (Visit the Creative Jam over on LiveJournal.)

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.

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From:

ysabetwordsmith

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.

From:

chanter1944

Flinging a prompt or two your way for Schrodinger's Heroes.

*How Quinn communicates with his own, as in the team as a whole/specific members of the same. Verbal and especially nonverbal modes vary there, I bet.

*Does male!Morgan ever call home?

*Vic, after the events of 'When You Have To Go There', trying to figure out just how the *bleep* to interact with society while vacationing in the core!verse. The lack of societal erotic ranks probably threw him for a loop, hm?

From:

ysabetwordsmith

Your prompt about Vic inspired the free-verse poem "The Other Way Around," coping with differences in identity and communication between the dimensions. Fortunately he has Quinn to help.

106 lines, Buy It Now = $53

From:

ysabetwordsmith

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!

From:

ysabetwordsmith

Image Prompts:
People talking
Boy playing music for horses
Alien family

Title Prompts:
"Miss Communication"
"The Language of Birds"
"A Little Book of Centaur Etiquette"

Text Prompts:
* How to bridge culture gaps created by not sharing the same atmosphere.
* Communication across dimensions.
* Unicorns as facilitators of communication.

From:

dialecticdreamer

From the picture prompt "People Talking". The young woman in red has some differences in body language, and the young man facing away from the camera, in the blue sweater, is even more enigmatic. This partial fill is 140 words. The young man in blue is Drew Finn, one of my peripheral characters at Soup To Nuts, in the Polychrome universe.

Glyn couldn't stop grinning, her spoon forgotten in the cup of cafe con leche which was a specialty of the little coffee shop and deli only two blocks away from her school campus. Delia had agreed to meet her, catch up with all the wedding details and maybe see a movie, just like old times, which would take up almost a quarter of the time she had available to visit. Dee was getting married in April, during the last, tiny break before she graduated college, and the entire family had been orchestrating the tiny ceremony as if they were invading the distant country of Oregon, rather than spending four days there.

Delia laughed more openly, lifting her mug to show off the band on her left hand. “Yeah, well, you always did have a crush on me, Drew,” she declared.

From:

ysabetwordsmith

I think this is cute.

If you feel like extending it or tying in something more, I did stipulate that Dr. Laser and the Nocturnal Emissions play weddings for queer or super folks who have trouble booking a regular band.

From:

dialecticdreamer

Delia starts off with a very catty remark, and the situation spirals from there. It's not one of my happier stories, but it sets up some of the things siblings of soups have to deal with when they have no abilities of their own. It also focuses more on Glyn and implies some unhealthy things about her family dynamics, without going into dark territory.

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From:

clare_dragonfly

People strung across the stars (or islands), who never see one another but still consider themselves a community because of the way they communicate.

From:

ysabetwordsmith

From this I got today's freebie, "The Wind Traders."

From:

chanter1944

I think I might end up playing with this one. I may stretch the definition of 'never' a smidge, or at least make it more hyperbole than actuality. Hmm.

From:

clare_dragonfly

Go for it! Whatever sparks your imagination!

From:

dialecticdreamer

This is

dialecticdeamer again, eager to get rolling with another creative jam!

Send a prompt, and I'll fill it with at least 100 words. Send more than one prompt, and you'll get /at least/ one reply.

Let's get jumpin!

From:

ysabetwordsmith

I've already posted general-purpose prompts. Some closer targeted ones ...

-- What are some of Aidan's community-building or communication skills from the dawn of time?

*laugh* Now I've got myself thinking about hacking something out of Proto-Indo-European.

-- Polychrome Heroics: a short article about how superpowers affect communication/the mass media.

-- The Ursulan Cycle: community as experienced by knights, where anyone might be paired against each other in a tourney or have to fight side-by-side in battle, and how they balance those things.

From:

dialecticdreamer

OOH, I can't decide which to tackle first! reply in the morning, DEFINITELY!

From:

ysabetwordsmith

Yay! I look forward to seeing that.

From:

dialecticdreamer

Word count to this point 527. Honestly, I'm just getting into the actual 'developing community'-- this begins as a snapshot of the earliest reactions to fighting women in the court. I hope you like it!

The Green Book wasn't actually a book, despite the name. It was, in fact, a disused storeroom near the salle which had been pressed into service as a space for the female mercenaries to change and occasionally dress wounds during practice when the king had first accepted them into service. When the first female mercenaries were not only thanked openly in court for their service, but /knighted/, some joker had stolen a book from the Bainsbury monastery, painstakingly torn pages from it, and in the night of a new moon had glued them to the doors of the storeroom with the hide glue saddlers used. The cover, torn at the spine and hacked roughly in narrow halves, had been glued atop the metal rings, making it nearly impossible for a knight in full armor to open the door without help, which was supposed to be insulting.

Another night, within the same week, someone had simply bored holes in each book cover, leather and wood now ornamented by a fine hacksilver chain, making a very effective, if expensive, new set of grips.

Of course, not all the pages were posted right way up. Those who'd worn the king's tabard kept mum, despite all they heard; the hue and cry and served meals during the week the abbot had argued at table that regardless of the thief's use of the stolen manuscript, the /king/ should pay for a replacement to be copied, as the book DID permanently 'decorate' his property, More generous souls, having no words to directly speculate upon, supposed that the moonless night had contributed to a few mistakes, softened the impact of the heresy these female “fighters” committed.

The joker hadn't had the decency to actually /include/ the illuminated pages, which destroyed much of his potential credibility even among like-minded souls in that first year. After all, most men and women of the court hadn't ever /seen/ a fully illustrated manuscript, while everyone at court soon grew inured to the sight of female mercenaries sitting in the women's courtyard, sharpening swords and daggers while courtly women worked needlepoint in the sunny afternoon hours when the men were in control of the salle.

To the book-lovers, that act had done more to reverse /their/ opinions against these fighting women than a month of discussions over meals. It became fashionable to take a stroll before breaking one's fast, down to the tiny chapel at the far end of the kitchen garden for morning prayers and then to the central dining hall by way of the salle and the newly christened Green Book, as they argued over which pages should've been posted first, or how anyone might piece together the story on the glued side, or which book the protester might've /intended/ to put on display. A collection of liturgical commentary seemed oddly... vague.

Behind the weather-worn, overlapping pages with curled and torn edges, bits of dark oak waited, solid and unperturbed by the decorations.

Behind the doors of the Green Book, the women talked and argued, divided in both goal and method, looking for ways to become a single fighting force, no longer divided by gender.

From:

ysabetwordsmith

Cool! I like how the Green Book started out as an insult but became a part of their culture. *laugh* And the poor abbot had a point.

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