This is just a little project I wanted to do since I'm still trapped in a mental block with TPUU so enjoy.
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ARRIVALS AND TEAM BUILDING - DAY 0
A large frozen island, floating on top of the salty sea in Kanto. Seafoam Islands, one of the coldest parts of Kanto and home to the majestic Articuno, who only appears to those worthy.
The scene then transitions to atop the icy mountains of the island where an Alakazam, wearing a red bowtie, stood with both of his arms behind his back.
"Hello Pokemon world, you might know me… but to those who don't, my name is Albert Powell but Al is enough," introduced the psychic-type with a curt nod. "'And today… marks a new beginning… a fresh start for today, sixteen lucky Pokemon, from different walks of life, will be arriving here to compete in one simple yet competitive game."
Albert smirked as he turns to the side where another camera was waiting. "They'll be divided into two tribes of eight… and they'll have to survive out here at Seafoam Islands while competing in challenges that might decide their fate. Immunity Challenges have higher stakes that Reward Challenges, since the winning tribe will be immune and will not go to Tribal Council while the opposition will have a date with me at Tribal Council, where they'll vote off on of their own."
He then chuckles, "The sixteen castaways are enroute already… most likely thinking up their first impressions of each other. They're arriving here by team… let's check up on them, shall we?"
The scene fizzles out and fades back, showing the black canopy top of a boat. It pans down, showing eight castaways riding on it with mixed expressions.
The camera pans to the end of the boat, however it pauses on its contestant to focus on them. The order to the end was a Spinda, a Gloom, a Drapion, a Brionne, a Dragonite, a Hoppip, a Pansear and finally, a Graveler.
"I'm only here… since my co-workers told me that I was getting too paranoid and that this game might be me to be more trusting," explained the Spinda with a glum expression as she leaned against the tree, eyes looking up. "But… don't they know that Survivor is a cut-throat game? And basically, in this game… I'm rightfully paranoid."
The scene then fades to black then it fades back, showing the yellow canopy top of another boat. It then pans down, showing the eight castaways onboard.
On the boat were a Loudred, a Fletchinder, a Meditite, an Amoonguss, a Kirlia, a Gengar, a Machoke and a Pidgey.
"HI WORLD! MY NAME IS JERRY BUT YOU CAN CALL ME JERRY!" exclaimed a Loudred, sitting on a tree stump with a wide grin. He pumps a fists then points at the camera, slightly twitching in excitement. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE BIG DEAL IS WITH THIS SURVIVOR BUSINESS… BUT ALL I KNOW IS I'M WINNING!"
The scene then fades to black, transitioning back to the Seafoam Islands, where Al was waiting. The Alakazam quickly noticed the two boats arriving as he perched on top of the mountain.
"It looks like they're all here…" said Albert with a small smirk.
Moments later, the two boats finally reached the island and the contestants onboard all left the boats.
The sixteen contestants all exchanged an unsure look as they looked up at Albert, who was on top of the mountain. Thankfully, there were some steps carved into the mountain, leading up. The castaways all climb up the step to the top. The Alakazam grins widely as the sixteen all reached the peak.
"Welcome!" greeted Albert before gesturing to two mats, one black and the other yellow, sprawled on the ground close by. "Behind me are two coloured mats… please go to the mat that has the same color of the canopy roof of the boat you rode here.
The castaways all exchanged an unsure expression before walking over to their respective mats. Soon, everyone was now standing with their teams.
"Perfect!" exclaimed Albert, clapping his arms. "The tribes are as follows… the black tribe will officially be called the Lunaria Tribe, which will be composed of Yasmine the Spinda, Poppy the Brionne, Daryl the Drapion, Hope the Hoppip, William the Dragonite, Andrei the Gloom, Gretel the Graveler and Samson the Pansear."
"My tribe looks… promising," commented William, sitting by the water's edge, crossing his arms. "The Spinda, Drapion and Graveler all look promising, in terms of strength and intelligence… the others? I'm putting them as wildcards… I literally don't know what they're going to do!"
"We can't forget the opposition, of course!" chuckled Albert, turning to the Yellow Tribe. "The yellow tribe, from henceforth… will be called the Solaron Tribe, which will be made up of Desiree the Meditite, Arnold the Amoonguss, Jerry the Loudred, Felicia the Fletchinder, Oliver the Machoke, Katherine the Kirlia, Lori the Pidgey and George the Genger."
"Lala… this place is cold~" mused Felicia, perched on top of a branch of a dead tree. "~Luckily, I'm made of fire so I live~" She then frowns, "But there's still a small chance I might die~"
"Now that the teams are formed, you may now head on to camp… but don't fret, I'll provide you with a marked map of this island and a compass," added Albert, throwing two sacks, containing the map and compass. William easily caught one sack while Oliver smiles warmly as he catches the other. "That is all for now, you may now head to camp."
The castaways all nodded as they parted ways, leaving the psychic-type alone. The Alakazam smirked as he turns to another camera.
"To spice up this season, we hid one idol… one for each camp. If one uses this idol on an specific person before the votes are read, the votes for that person are nullified," chuckled Albert.
He then turns around to yet another camera. "What'll happen? Let's see… 20 Castaways, 39 Days… 1 Survivor!"
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SOLARON TRIBE - DAY 1
The Solaron Tribe was currently, one by one, climbing down a ladder to a lower level of the caverns. They entered through an opening at the peak of the mountain and were now inside. The wind inside is considerably colder than the wind outside, making some castaways shiver.
"I… slightly feel regret participating in this television reality show," murmured Desiree, sitting on a smooth icy rock inside the cave. "... thankfully, my training in meditation is paying off as the effects of the elements have been hampered a bit."
As everyone all finished climbing down the ladder, the group continued traversing the cavern to their camp with Oliver leading, compass and map in hand.
Lori, who was starting to feel a bit fatigued, whimpered, "Ollie, are you sure that you know where you're going? It feels like we've been walking for hours already!"
George rolls his eyes at this, scoffing, "That's just the cold wind, seeing as you're a Flying-type… besides, we've been only walking for about ten minutes."
"But my wings are aching and starting to get stiff," whined Lori with a pout a she hops over a small rock in the way. "Can't we take a break?!"
"Shush, I can sense that we're nearing our camp," whispered Desiree with an unfazed expression.
Lori pouts, shutting up. George rolls his eyes at this.
"Lori is annoying," commented George, crossing his limbs as he leaned against the cave wall. "She should learn to differentiate what is hard and what is not… she's not even exerting that much effort too!"
"Guys, I think I can see the exit!" yelled Oliver, sighing in relief as he point at an opening directly ahead of them. He then turns to the others. "Hurry up, guys!" He then sprints forward to the cave opening before walking through.
"Thank heavens…" murmured Desiree, calmly following the Machoke's lead.
The whole group then follows Desiree into the cave opening. Thankfully, the tribe emerged outside.
The area looks really desolate and empty with a few dead trees sprinkled across the area. The black tribe flag is situated in the center of camp. There's a lot of large boulders in the area as well as well as tree stumps. There are a few berry bushes near the mountain.
"Camp looked… really awful," commented Desiree, shaking her head. "However, it is to be expected, seeing as we're on Seafoam Islands, a frigid wasteland."
After looking around for a short while, the tribe forms a circle near the tribe flag.
"Okay! Ollie, what do we do?" Lori asks with a pout.
"Uhhh… why are you asking me?" queried Oliver, furrowing a brow. "I'm no leader."
"Well duh, you lead us through the cave quickly so you deserve to be leader," explained Lori, rolling her eyes. "Don't make me explain more though… it hurts my head."
"I'm down for that!" Arnold nodded in agreement with a wide grin.
As Oliver was about to protest, the other members of the tribe all nodded in agreement. Oliver blinks in complete and utter surprise. "W-what?"
Oliver holds his head as he looks down at the ground, mumbling, "Why me of all people?! I'm… I'm no leader! At this rate, I'm probably going home next… oh boy!"
Oliver is still speechless as Desiree raises a hand. "Okay then… lead us, Oliver… we are your instruments for this occasion."
"Uhhh… D-Desiree and K-Katherine, you two c-can gather stuff and… build shelter?" requested Oliver, voice cracking a bit and ending his sentence with a confused tone.
The Kirlia and Meditite exchanged a look before running off to start performing their task. Oliver then gulps, turning to the remaining castaways. "A-Arnold and Lori can gather berries and f-food."
"See! You're a natural already!" commented Lori with a smirk before leaving with Arnold tailing her.
"I make the best decisions!" mused Lori, pointing at the camera with a cocky smirk. "With every correct decision I make… the greater chance I have in winning! Isn't that great? Valoria Perez… winner of Survivor: Seafoam Islands… I like the sound of that!"
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LUNARIA TRIBE - DAY 1
The Lunaria Tribe, on the other hand, reached their camp quicker than the other tribe. Their camp looks just the same like the Solaron Tribe. The only difference was that there's a Black Flag instead.
"My tribe is powerful. I am powerful. We are unstoppable," droned Gretel in a gruff tone, crossing her arms as she sits on top of a rock. "The other tribe don't stand a chance against us."
Gretel gathers the tribe near the flag to start building their shelter and other miscellaneous plans. She clear her throat to get their attention. "People! We need to build our shelter, gather food and create a firepit to make our lives here more easier!"
"Hate to rain on your parade… oh wait, I do… as I was saying, we already know that, doofus. We watched previous seasons of Survivor after all," scoffed Andrei, rolling his eyes.
"Awww, what a rude boi," giggled Poppy, playfully nudging the Gloom. "Yet I can feel your hormones… soooo many!"
"Shut it! No talking while I'm talking, kay!" growled Gretel with an annoyed expression. She then sighs, holding her head with one hand and clenching the other. "We need to cooperate… so no smartassery…" She then turns to Andrei with a scowl, "I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU, ANDREI!"
"I know I know," drawled Andrei, rolling his eyes nonchalantly.
"Okay then! Let's get to work-" started Gretel only for Yasmine to shut her off.
"Wait… you didn't assign tasks to us yet," pointed out Yasmine with a frown. Her eyes then shift to the side. "We need to be organized after all."
Gretel groans at Yasmine's remark, partly annoyed that Yasmine interrupted her but mostly, it was because she wasn't the organized type. Gretel was the gal who would wing it. "Uggggh! Do we have to?" She then furrows a brow, "Can't we just do our own thing? That'll make it easier, right?"
"Looks like someone missed a lesson in leadership school," giggled Poppy, playfully winking. "Don't you know that it's easier if we divided this tribe into multiple groups so that we can complete tasks simultaneously and it would definitely make this job quicker to finish?~"
"Don't tell me what to do!" threatened Gretel, sneering at the Brionne, clenching a fist. Yasmine and Andrei both rolls their eyes at this. Thankfully, the Graveler didn't notice them.
"... okay then~" mused Poppy, starting to wobble away from the group. "Don't tell me what to do then~ I'll be thinking of… explicit content, tee hee~"
Seconds later, Gretel squeezed her head with a scowl, "People! Can't you see that I'm just trying to lead here? So… if you want to follow Poppy and be useless… then you're free to go."
No one said a word as they exchanged a look.
"Okay then… now that that's settled… let's do this!" yelled Gretel, stomping on the ground repeatedly, making it shake a bit.
"Gretel is one of the strongest members of this tribe," commented William, sitting on a rock with an displeased expression. He then leans closer, cocking a brow. "However, she's far too stubborn to realize her flaws and listen to other people's advice… I'm tempted to vote her off first, to be honest… but she's just too strong."
Because of their low physical prowess, Samson and Hope decided to forage for berries around camp. Samson approaches an Oran Berry bush only for him to frown as he notices the thorns on the bush. Hope, who was foraging nearby, floats over upon noticing his distress.
"Is everything okay?" asked Hope with a concerned expression.
"I just realized that the bushes here have thorns," explained Samson, rubbing his hands nervously. "And well… I'm worried that I might get severely hurt by this."
Hope giggles at this, "Medevac by thorns? That's hilarious! I would really laugh if that ever happens."
"It's not funny," huffed Samson, propping his hands down to his hips. "It's like… getting paper cuts all over your body… and you swim in lemonade."
"You're saying that as if you experienced it before~" hummed Hope.
"Errr…" stammered Samson, sweating a bit, making Hope tilt her head to the side in confusion.
"I'm… accident prone," explained Samson, sweating heavily. "Back home, I always trip a lot, hurt myself tons and end up in life threatening moments for no reason… it's stressful!"
"Ooh ooh! We can align together!" suggested Hope with a wide grin. "Then we can be like the good guys in this!"
Samson brightens up a bit, blushing slightly as he nodded, "That's a good idea, Hope, seeing as us two are the weakest here making us easy targets."
"Nuh-uh! I'm not weak," argued Hope, bloating her cheeks in disagreement. "I can fly and do plant stuff!"
"I guess…" mumbled Samson, eyes shifting to the side nervously.
"Hope is cute," commented Samson with a flushed expression. "So… I was really surprised that she would align with a dunce like me… hehehe."
Meanwhile Daryl, who was carrying a bundle of twigs, noticed Poppy just sitting on top of a large boulder, staring out to the ocean. Furrowing a brow, he approached her.
"Aren't you going to help?" asked Daryl with a confused expression.
Poppy giggles, turning to the Drapion before playfully rolling her eyes. "If I did, I would be appeasing the demon… and that would damage my psyche, tee hee~ I'll just be sitting here thinking of… stuff… hehe~
Daryl leans against a dead tree with an unamused expression, crossing his arms. "I'm a personal trainer back home and one of my biggest pet peeve is when someone isn't even exerting any effort… and seeing Poppy slack off reminds me of those lazy bums back at Veilstone City. You see… I'm fit because I work out… and that takes lot of effort so Poppy should know that too."
"Poppy… please… just help, even if it means that you're going to follow Gretel's orders," requested Daryl, eyeing the water-type sympathetically.
Poppy deadpans, "Hmm… tempting… but no. Sorry, but Gretel is a tyrant~ And I'm a free spirit, tee hee~"
""I don't take following to orders that well," explained Poppy, staring at the camera with a perpetual grin. "Sooo… of course, I'm not going to do what Daryl or Gretel tells me."
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SOLARON TRIBE - DAY 1
Meanwhile back at the Solaron Tribe camp, Oliver and Jerry were both nearly finishing up with their shelter, which was made up of a lot of pebbles, even the roof, connected together. Katherine furrows a brow as he watched.
"How did this even work?" asked Katherine, furrowing a brow.
"I DON'T KNOW BUT I LIKE IT!" yelled Jerry with a wide grin.
"Please… don't yell everything you say… it's grating," requested Katherine, covering his ears.
"Okay Kathy," replied Jerry, nodding.
"... Kathy isn't my name… nor is Katherine… ugggggh!" groaned Katherine as he leans against a large rock.
Jerry passes by George and Felicia, who seems to be in a heated argument.
"I was just walking around when I ran into George~" explained Felicia with a frown, perched on top of a tree branch. "And… Arceus, he's so annoying."
"George dear, can you at least let me leave?" pleaded Felicia exasperatedly. "This argument won't go anywhere."
"No, I won't lose to a music teacher," grunted George, rolling his eyes.
"We literally just started this argument just because we bumped into each other," pointed out Felicia, deadpanning. "And you just started yelling and I yelled back and it's really annoying."
George pauses for a moment before replying, "No."
"I despise losing," explained George, staring at the camera with a scowl. "And I won't lose an argument against Felicia, one of the pathetic members of this tribe, aside from Lori… it would be embarrassing!"
Sitting near the water were Lori and Desiree. The Meditite was trying her best to keep her cool as the Pidgey keeps poking her repeatedly.
"Lori… please refrain from poking me," requested Desiree, closing her eyes while taking a deep breath.
"But I'm boooooored," whined Lori with a bored expression.
Desiree furrows a brow, querying, "How old are you even?"
"I'm twenty-three," huffed Lori, crossing her wings.
"... that's sad," commented Desiree, shaking her head. "You're… acting immature despite your age… if you want, I can help you…"
"... what are you saying, weird lady?" asked Lori, tilting her head to the side, completely oblivious to what Desiree said. "I don't get it."
"Nevermind…" sighed Desiree, looking away in disappointment.
"When Desiree opened her mouth, I obviously tuned it out cuz her voice is so boring!" explained Lori, rolling her eyes with a scoff. "I'm twenty-three so I have enough knowledge as is! So who needs her, right?"
Back at the newly-built shelter, Katherine, Oliver and Arnold were now lying down, ready to go to sleep.
Jerry walks over, sitting down on the other side of the shelter. There is silence for a few seconds… until Jerry decided to open his mouth, turning to the resting Pokemon.
"GUYS, CAN YOU HELP ME SLEEP?!" asked Jerry with a frown.
"Uggggggh!" groaned Katherine, slowly opening his eyes and covering his ears.
"I… was about to sleep then Jerry came… it was annoying," remarked Katherine, shaking his head.
Oliver slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes with a frown, "Jerry… what do you want?"
"I JUST TOLD YOU… I CAN'T SLEEP FOR SOME REASON!" answered Jerry. He turns to the side. "I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO GO CRAZY RIGHT HERE!"
"... please don't shout," replied Oliver, cringing at Jerry's high volume. He sighs in relief as the Loudred closes his mouth shortly after. "Okay Jerry… uh… from what I remember, I think Loudred are insomniacs.
"Insomniwhat?" questioned Jerry, rubbing the back of his head with a confused expression.
"It's an abili-" started Oliver for Katherine to cut him off.
"Nope… Loudred aren't insomniacs," corrected Katherine before narrowing his eyes. "Their ability is Soundproof. Jerry just can't sleep cuz I think he's just too loud… and now… I can't sleep… uuuuuugggghhh!"
"I'M SORRY, KATHY!" apologized Jerry with a small blush.
"KATHY'S HOT… AND I FEEL BAD KEEPING HER UP!" admitted Jerry, hiding the blush forming on his face. He then chuckles, "I JUST HOPE THAT KATHY DOESN'T HAVE ANY HARD FEELINGS AGAINST ME. I'M A NICE GUY… HONEST!"
Katherine deadpans, looking at the camera while leaning against a dead tree. "My name isn't Katherine… and I'm not even a girl… Katherine is my fucking sister!" He shakes his head with a frown. "I blame the producers."
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LUNARIA TRIBE - DAY 2
Despite the fact that nearly everyone was still sleeping, Hope, Samson and Poppy are all now sitting on the beach near Poppy's favorite rocks, discussing their hobbies and aspirations.
"Soo… if you win, how would you use the prize money?" queried Poppy with a playful smirk. "If I won, I would spend it on… whatever I want!"
"Uhh… I'm probably gonna save the money and spend it wisely," responded Samson with a weak smile. "Most likely to pay my hospital bills…"
"Oh dear!" exclaimed Hope with a concerned expression. "I nearly forgotten how accident prone you were!"
"We were literally talking about it yesterday," pointed out Samson with a pout.
"Oopsie! I must be getting scatterbrained, tee hee~" giggled Hope with a shy smile.
Poppy pouts at this, rolling her eyes. "Gee Hope… you're hilarious!"
"Woooow! Hope is really annoying af!" commented Poppy, crossing her flippers. "Samson is okay… but Hope is too giggly and too… clingy, to be honest. It's weird!"
"OMG! What if we like form an alliance?!" suggested Hope with a wide grin, eyes bulging out of their sockets. "That'll be totes cool and us three can make it far… and maybe reach the finals too!"
Poppy blinks, placing on flipper on her lap. "Not a bad idea… yet not a good idea at the same time… a paradox!"
"How is an alliance a bad idea?" queried Samson, furrowing a brow with a pout.
"It would cramp my style," explained Poppy, gesturing to herself then places both of her flippers on her lap. "I work better solo style!"
"But three votes are better than one after all," pointed out Hope, flailing her stubby appendages crazily.
"... I don't know about this…" muttered Poppy, crossing her arms. "If we group together… won't the others get suspicious of us?"
"Well… most likely… seeing as they'll be like," answered Samson. He then begins to make a weird face, imitating Gretel's gruff voice. "The weaklings are in an alliance! Let's t-take them out!"
"I d-don't want p-people to vote me off just because I'm accident prone," stammered Samson, hugging himself. "That'll shatter the l-little self-esteem I have."
Poppy giggles nervously, eyes shifting to the side, "... that's concerning. Looking at our tribe, it seems like the yaoi lover, accident magnet and the nice weed are at the bottom of the totem pole."
"Y-yeah," answered Samson, nodding in agreement. "William, Gretel and Daryl are just too strong to vote off this early… Andrei seems smart… same with Yasmine."
"But they're not allied," pointed out Hope. "So maybe our three votes can take out one of them, preferably Andrei… he's off."
"Woah woah woah, you still don't know if I'm in yet," argued Poppy, flailing her flippers in protest. "I might've said no!"
"B-but this is your best chance," pointed out Samson pleadingly.
"My best chance is improving my art and crafting the best ships!" huffed Poppy, playfully rolling her eyes as she stands up. "I bid you people adieu… and Samson, you and Daryl are a perfect fit~"
Samson blinks in confusion as the seal leaves. "... what?"
"Don't mind her… she's… uh… eccentric," smiled Hope, eyes shifting to the side nervously.
"... uhh… sure," replied Samson, hiding a blush.
Samson is sitting on a large gray rock with an obvious blush while smiling like an idiot. "I think Hope has a thing for me… I can see it in her eyes!" He chuckles a bit, scratching the back of his head with a weak smile. "We just need time to develop though… I don't want a rushed relationship after all."
Meanwhile, sitting around the newly built fire pit were Daryl and William, who were both silent. Daryl sighs before rolling his eyes.
"Will… I think that you and I are the only capable members of this team," said Daryl with a nonchalant expression. "Gretel may be strong… but she's too damn unstable… and dude… if you're about to point out that it's only day 2… save it."
"..."
"... are you the quiet type?" queried Daryl, furrowing a brow in confusion.
"No," answered William, deadpanning. "I just prefer to keep to myself… talking will just give me more attention than what I want…"
"I don't know about that… but being social is one of the needs in Survivor… if you isolate yourself, no one would be sad to vote you off," pointed out Daryl, frowning. "And I don't want that to happen… that'll will make this team shit tier… seeing as our team is filled with lazy asses!"
"... meh… at this phase, I don't give a shit about anyone except for the wildcards… cause honestly, they're the most dangerous," explained William.
"True…" said Daryl, crossing his arms. "I think… the wildcards in this team are Andrei, Hope, Samson and Poppy… and I'm fine with teaming up with Yasmine and Gretel just to take them out… starting with Poppy, of course."
"... I have nothing against that…" commented William, shrugging.
"Okay… at the moment, William and I are voting against Poppy's lazy ass… but we need Yasmine and Gretel to cooperate… and of course, we also need to make sure that the wildcards don't band together," grunted Daryl with a smirk. He then scowls, crossing his arms. "If Poppy shapes up, I might consider keeping him in… and just boot Hope off for being weakass… I mean… come on! Hoppip are weaklings!" He then smiles weakly, blushing in embarrassment. "Sorry for my harsh words… I tend to be fierce whether lazy Pokemon show themselves to me… and weakness is a side effect of laziness… so that's probably why I also don't like Hope."
Back at the shelter, Yasmine frowns as she notices the two groups at their respective areas before turning to Andrei, who was nonchalantly lying down inside the shelter.
"Hey Andrei… I can sense two alliances are forming," commented Yasmine with a concerned expression. "We need to make a move or else we'll be eliminated." She then shakes her head, mumbling, "As of now… the groups are Hope, Andrei and Poppy… and the pair of William and Daryl… with you, Gretel and I in the neutral section… out only chance is teaming up together… and with Gretel… then we get the majority, seeing as Daryl doesn't like Hope nor Poppy, according to my notes…"
Andrei just blinks at this. An underwhelming reaction for an underwhelming personality. The Gloom then shrugs, "Meh… sure, I guess… it's not like I have any better to do… besides, maybe this'll benefit me."
Yasmine sighs in relief at this. "Thank goodness!"
"I'll trust Yasmine for now… not like I have any better option," shrugged Andrei nonchalantly, staring at the camera. "I don't give a damn, to be honest. All I need is some way to get to the finale quicker for the moolah!"
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SOLARON TRIBE - DAY 2
Felicia yawns, slowly opening her eyes. As she sits up, she gasps as she notices a familiar Gengar sneering by her side.
"G-George?! Are you still furious with me~?" queried Felicia melodically, arching a brow. She sits up, face-palming. "I only bumped into you for literally three seconds… get over it."
"No! A Zimmer never loses! For I… am George Zimmer, the greatest in the world!" growled George, maintaining his glare at the Fletchinder. "That argument isn't over yet! We still have to determine whose fault it was for the incident!"
"... we… we just…" Felicia was at a loss for words due to the ghost type's crazy logic.
Jerry, who was passing by, noticed the duo's dilemma and began to approach them.
"Anything the matter?" queried Jerry, confused.
"This bird thing… disrespected me!" hissed George, sneering at Felicia. "She bumped into me… and is too much of a pussy to admit her fault!"
"... THAT IS A BIT… UNDERWHELMING PROBLEM YOU GOT THERE…" commented Jerry, voice getting louder by the minute.
Felicia nods in agreement. "I agree~ George is overreacting."
"Why you… treacherous swine?!" snarled George, offended by Felicia's words.
"Whenever students misbehave~ I send them to detention… or give them a light smack~" mused Felicia with an annoyed expression. "But… I can't send George to detention obviously… and my smacks will just go through him… so I'll just have to outplay him out of the game as punishment for disrespecting his teachers~"
"Felicia is a blowhard," scoffed George, rolling his eyes, arms folded. "He needs to learn to admit her own faults or else it will cost her the game."
Jerry blinks, scratching the back of his head with a confused expression. "... ONCE AGAIN, I'M LOCKED OUTSIDE OF THE LOOP! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S BREWING BETWEEN FELICIA AND GEORGE… WHATEVER IT IS… IT DOESN'T SOUND GOOD!"
Meanwhile squatting near the cold water was Desiree meditating, eyes closed with a calm expression. The Meditite seems to be chanting lunder her own breath. It was a quiet moment… well until Katherine and Lori walks onscreen. The Pidgey was dragging the Kirlia with her with a wide grin as she trudges to the Meditite. Strangely, the Kirlia wasn't even putting up any fight.
Desiree's left eye opens as she hears the duo's footsteps getting louder. She sighs as she opens both eyes. She rotates her head to the duo with a semi confused yet calm expression.
"... Lori… Katherine… what brings you here, interrupting my meditation?" asked Desiree, keeping her cool with a small frown. "Don't you know that it's rude to interrupt people when they're focused on something."
"Hey! Don't pin this on me… Lori was dragging me here… and I was too pissed off to fight back!" retorted Katherine with an annoyed expression.
"... hmmm… little Lori… why must you go here… dragging Katherine along?" asked Desiree, turning to the little Pidgey, frown sagging a bit.
"An alliance!" explained Lori with a wide grin. "You, me… and our new friend, Kathy!"
Katherine cringed at this. "Excuse me?! I didn't ask for an alliance… and you're in no ways my friend… you're a thorn on my side."
"... an alliance… that would be… quite essential to furthering our game…" murmured Desiree, slowly standing up. "I accept…"
"No no no," deadpanned Katherine in disbelief. "I'm not joining some crazy chick's alliance… even if it puts me in the majority… you Lori… are a massive turnoff… but if it was Jerry, Felicia, Oliver, Arnold or even George… I would've accepted!"
"... understandable," commented Desiree, nodding daintily before tilting her head to the side. "But… looking at the current dynamics… us girls are at the bottom of the food chain here in this tribe. Oliver is the leader… the only reason anyone would target him is if someone wants a power vacuum or a power grab of some sort. Eliminating George would be a horrible decision in one part, seeing as his behavior makes him a pretty plump mountain Gogoat. Jerry is a strongman, which is essential for the premerge for this team… he'll just be targeted during the last rounds of the premerge and during the merge. Arnold is a wildcard… I haven't seen him much… but he has a strange aura around him… so I can see him making it far. You Lori… Katherine, Felicia and I have… I hate to be sexist but… we have lackluster abilities. Lori is as plump as George in terms of Gogoat behavior… but far more useless. Katherine… your attitude is bad for camp's morale… and you're pretty secretive and cutthroat… which deviates you from Lori and George's Gogoat category. Felicia can only be relied on when it comes to speed… anything else, she is a bother… and her singing mannerism is painful to the ear… Lastly is me… I see myself as higher up the food chain as I have a calm demeanor and a positive attitude in camp. I'm quite useful physically as I trained for a couple of years. Mentally, I'm a genius compared to George or you Lori. That is all."
Lori pouts at the Meditite's analysis, "That's not a good way to treat the future of this game-" Lori poses, "Valoria Perez!"
Katherine and Desiree both cringed, exchanging an unsure expression.
"... refrain from doing that next time… please," requested Desiree, left eye twitching.
"I… told my in-depth analysis of the team to Katherine and Lori… the two people in this team I'm less willing to align with… but alas, I'm left with no choice," whispered Desiree in prayer position, squatting on top of a smooth rock. The Meditite then flashes an out of character smirk. "I trained for this game… there's no way for me to lose this… despite my lackluster allies."
"Desiree is a weirdo," commented Katherine, leaning against a dead tree with an unamused expression. "She's also… really really off. Like… she's really passive agressive at times and I can feel that she might know that I'm not Katherine." The Kirlia deadpans, "Good… maybe then, no one can mistake my gender and keep calling me by my sister's name. I'm tempted to just spit it out but it's too risky."
Desiree then bows in front of Lori and Katherine with a calm smile. "Okay then… that is all, if I am correct, yes?"
"Yeah yeah yeah! That is it for now… for Valoria P-" started Lori only for Desiree to shush her with her pinky finger.
"Shush… can you hear that? I can hear… the cold breeze… it's whispering, am I correct? It's telling me… oh so please stop with the blabbering," said Desiree with a calm expression.
Lori huffs, crossing her arms as Desiree chuckles, walking away. Katherine deadpans at this before leaving after the Meditite until Lori was left alone.
Lori scowls at this, "What the f?! Why am I now alone?! Some all-"
"Poooooke," said a smooth voice from out of nowhere.
Lori's eyes bugged out from this as she looks around franticly. Strangely, there wasn't anyone nearby. Lori then lets out a loud shot, "IS ANYONE THERE?!"
Meanwhile back at the shelter, Oliver and Jerry were watching the events unfold with an amused expression.
"Woah… she doesn't notice Arnold hiding underground," chuckled Jerry in the quietest tone he can make, which wasn't saying much.
"I know that laughing at other people's misfortune is bad… but this is Lori… so this is her karma," chuckled Oliver, nodding in agreement.
"The ground is talking?!" questioned Lori, staring at the camera with a spooked expression.
-000-
LUNARIA TRIBE - DAY 2
Yasmine, William, Poppy and Andrei were all sitting inside their shelter with bored expression. It was shaping up to be a boring day for them due to the fact that there was nothing happening. The bossy Gretel was nowhere to be found.
The scene zooms out, showing the whole Lunaria beach and where its members were situated. Hope and Samson were hanging out by the thorn bushes, giggling as the talked to each other. While Daryl was doing push-ups by the water.
The scene zooms in back to the group in the shelter, specifically Poppy.
"Guys! I thought that Survivor would be fun… but this is just boring…" commented Poppy with a creepy giggle. "I'm tempted to find Gretel and trigger her just so something can finally happen!"
"Please don't," drawled Andrei, crossing his stubby arms. "Gretel is unbearably unbearable. I don't want to deal with her nagging right now… so boring is good… surprisingly."
Poppy pouts at this, waggling a flipper. "No no! Boring is bad! I'm playing Survivor not sitting ducks game! I can do that back home!"
"I disagree. This serene environment is calming… and I generally like it…" commented Yasmine.
"Back home, I can never relax," explained Yasmine, sitting down on a fallen log. "So the peace here… while it's obviously the calm before the storm, it's a luxury."
"..." Poppy huffs, crossing her flippers. "Ookay then… let's sit like kings and queens then!"
"..."
"Sooo… how's your love lives?" questioned Poppy, attempting to start up a conversation.
"... that's not a valid question," commented Andrei, deadpanning.
"Don't be such a party pooper," huffed Poppy with a pout. "That's the first thing that came into my mind… so do not complain!"
"I am willing to answer your question, Poppy," droned Yasmine, shrugging. "... I have a rocky relationship… with everyone as of now… they say that I have… a worrisome attitude and outlook in life… with my severe paranoia… and unhealthy habits."
"Weeell, I may not be a therapist… but all you need is a healthy dose of trust!" giggled Poppy, stroking herself. "Trust makes the world go round~ … that and love, of course!"
"No one cares," muttered William, crossing his arms. "If Yasmine can't trust us on her own… then we can't keep her with us at all. She's a ticking time bomb."
"Ahem! I'm right here!" frowned Yasmine, looking mildly annoyed. "Just because you percieve yourself as an asset to the team doesn't mean you're safe just yet."
"..."
"She has no right to say that," scowled William, sitting on a log. "I'm just stating facts. She's not trustworthy… she's not exactly saying anything that would convince anyone on keeping her."
No one said anything for a while after Yasmine's words… well, until Andrei decided to break the silence.
"Hahahaha… this is getting as awkward as a baby shower," drawled Andrei, crossing his arms with a bored expression.
"Baby showers are awesome!" disagreed Poppy with a weak giggle, pointing at the Gloom. "But… you're right about them getting awkward… tee hee~"
The scene then fades to black. Moments later, it faded back to the thorn bushes where Samson and Hope were situated nearby.
"... it was nice hanging out with Hope," chuckled Samson with a deep red blush on his face. "Even though we we hanging out for the past two days, it still feels nice… it's like we have a… uhhh… special connection!"
"That's so funny, Sammy," giggled Hope after Samson finished speaking.
"My life isn't f-funny," stammered Samson, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
"Oh Sammy~ You're so funny with your pretentious statements," giggled Hope, playfully rolling her eyes. "You remind me… of my pet Magikarp… dead now… but he was a funny fishy~"
Samson pales a bit. "That's a bit morbid, Hope… first with the medevac by thorns joke… and now…"
"Sorry Samson. I get carried away with my eccentric doodahs," explained Hope with a pout.
"It's okay… it's kinda cute, to be honest," admitted Samson, making Hope giggle eerily.
"Yep… I can see that love is in the air, alright… it's written on the wall!" said Samson with a toothy grin. "It makes me forget how much of a klutz I am."
Hope blinks at Samson's comment… before returning to her giggly self, "Oh shucks… thanks… I try."
"Uhh… okay then… now t-that we're done talking myself… can you talk about yorself, Hope? About your h-homelife and such…" suggested Samson with a weak smile, eyes nervously shifting to the side.
Hope nervously giggles at this, "Errr… I'm a secretive girl, Sammy… I would rather not disclose any personal information about myself willy-nilly."
"Oh…" murmured Samson, slightly disappointed with Hope's answer. He was really eager to know more about his crush.
"... s-sorry," apologized Hope squeamishly. "Errr… l-let's move on, okay… you c-can talk about your house accidents."
"Sure!" replied Samson, perking up.
"The journey may seem rocky but our relationship will improve over time!" reassured Samson optimistically. The monkey then smiles weakly, "Unlike that time… when my last girlfriend spilled really cold lemonade on me… after slashing me repeatedly… yeah… she was a violent girl."
Gretel growls as she exits the cave outo her tribe camp. She then notices the group by the shelter. Furiously, she stomps over to the shelter.
"Why are you just sitting there doing nothing?!" growled Gretel, sneering at her tribemates. "You need to fucking wor-"
"... we did nearly everything yesterday… we still have enough food… we have water for days… we have a fire… what else can we do?" pointed out Andrei with a deadpan expression. "You can't just expect us to be your puppets."
Gretel grits her teeth at this. "Staying idle will just make us lose even faster! We need to work hard in order to win every challenge premerge so that we can have an easy and smooth ride to the merge!"
"No," retorted Andrei, hiding a smirk.
"..." Gretel frowns at this before walking away without a word.
Poppy and Yasmine both gave Andrei an impressed look.
"Wowie! If I said that to her… she would smack me in the face… then my booty!" exclaimed Poppy, clapping her flippers. "And that would be really painful…" Poppy playfully slaps her cheek. "Owie powie!"
"... though Andrei... despite my impressed expression… I'm still disappointed that you made a really awful move… you made an enemy in Gretel… so you can expect a vote from her," pointed out Yasmine.
"Meh… she's just one person," shrugged Andrei.
"I'm a passive player," said Andrei with a shrug. "I tend to stay out of arguments…" A smirk forms on the Gloom's face. "But… I'll make an exception with Gretel. Arceus, she's an annoying bitch."
"Andrei has some nerve talking back to me… ME!" exclaimed Gretel, seething. "I took the liberty of being the leader of this… mess… and this is how they thank me?!"
-000-
SOLARON TRIBE - DAY 3
Felicia was perched on top of a tree branch, munching on an Oran Berry. She was smiling at the fact that it had been a good day for her thus far. She hasn't ran into George yet since she woke up really early. She smiles as she hums to herself in glee.
As she rubs off the juices staining her beak with her wing, she notices someone approaching the tree.
It was Desiree. The Meditite politely waves at the Fletchinder.
"Greetings, my friend Felicia," greeted Desiree. "I have… important matters to discuss with you, dear."
"... how important~ I just want to rest for now… until George wakes up that is… he's been pestering me for the past few days," replied Felicia, shaking her head. "So… can you leave me be?"
"... it's best if we talk now," begged Desiree, voice cracking a bit. "... it's about… Katherine."
Felicia furrows a brow at this, "... Katherine? She seems… normal, to say the least. I was expecting you to bring up Lori, George… or maybe Oliver!"
"... well… she's hiding something… I'll tell you… but we need to go somewhere private…" muttered Desiree.
"Uh… sure?" said Felicia, nodding reluctantly.
"... I know more than everyone else," explained Desiree with a smirk, sitting on a rock. "Katherine… is hiding a secret… and everyone else here too… and I can't wait to squeeze it out everyone… I can trust Felicia the most… so I can tell her… just not about my true self."
Jerry is lying down on the cold ground with a contemplative expression. Sitting nearby, Arnold was taking down notes with a wide grin.
"Jerry! Tell me about your inner thoughts! Your inner demons will help me on my new article!" exclaimed Arnold, jotting down notes with his weird… mushroom thingies?
"UHHHHHH… I SOMETIMES WONDER WHY PEANUTS TASTE LIKE PEANUTS!" yelled Jerry, closing her eyes in thought.
"... hmmm… what are really shallow thought…" commented Arnold, writing it down. "Can you tell me something about your psyche? I desire thoughts on the planet Pluto!"
Jerry frowns, toning down a bit, "Pluto? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…"
"Feeling stumped, Jerry?" queried Arnold, arching a brow, mouth agape. "... I guess it's okay… Pluto is an obscure planet at most… next question… do you believe in… fairies?"
"Hmmmmmm… there is a Fairy Type," pointed out Jerry, opening his eyes with a frown.
"Good point…" muttered Arnold, taking down notes some more.
"Arnold and I are getting along just fine!" exclaimed Jerry with a wide grin. "Arnold was all quiet for the first day… then he shows himself as an obsessive notetaker! It's awesome! Now… I feel that this tribe feels like the happy tribe! Desiree is all calm and collected! Lori is a fangirl… I'm loud! Oliver is a leader! Felicia is musicy! George is a sore loser! And finally, Katherine is hot… and I can live with that!"
-000-
IMMUNITY CHALLENGE - DAY 3
The viewers first get a glimpse of an overhead shot of the islands of ice and the surrounding islets. It then zooms in into the top of the Seafoam Plateau, the drop off point that was already shown on Day 1. However, there were two different colored mats on the ground and were adjacent to each with other with an understandable distance between them. One mat was black and there's 'Lunaria' marked on it. The other, on the other hand, was colored yellow with 'Solaron' marked on it.
The scene then pans to a sand pit that is situated in a considerable distance from the mats. It looks like it was just added recently. The sandpit stretches for about a reasonable distance. Meters aways from the sand pit are two thin balance beams, one for each tribe. There is netting around the beams in case someone falls off. From the balance beam, the scene pans over to the stairs leading down to the bottom portion to the island until it reaches the cold waters. From there, it continues to trail off until it reaches a small islet where two large flag poles were standing, one for each tribe.
"Come on in guys," shouted the Alakazam host, Albert, standing near the sandpit.
The Solaron Tribe then exits the cave leading to the challenge area after the host's words. They are arriving in small groups. Desiree with Felicia. Lori with Katherine (reluctantly). And the others all together.
The group of eight, barring a few, exchanged a nervous look of anticipation for what's about to come as they walked over to their mat.
Following the Solaron Tribe were the Lunaria Tribe, who exited the cave in a single file under Gretel's command. Poppy tended to lag behind but Gretel's glares made her catch up.
The yellow tribe then trudged to the mat laid out for them.
"Alright!" Albert looks amused, clasping his hands together. "Is everyone ready for your first ever immunity challenge?"
A collective voice of agreement and excitement carried out within the sixteen castaways.
"Alright then… here's how it's going to happen," said Albert, gesturing to a sand pit behind him. "This will be a four legged race where two castaways will perform each leg. First up, the first two members for each team will have to rush over to a sandpit, which is in a reasonable distance from where you are right now… buried underneath the sand are two buffs, one for each tribe. You have to dig up your buff from there… after digging up your team's buff, you have to run with the buff to the next leg where your next two members are waiting. You have to tag them and give them the buff… then they'll have to perform the second leg, which is a balance beam. You'll have to cross it with your partner… but if even one of you fall off, you'll have to start over again. But if you reach the end with your partner… good job, you can move on. You have to run to the next leg where the next pair would be."
The Alakazam then begins pacing back and forth around the challenge area as he continued to drone on about the rules and procedures for the challenge. "That pair will have to swim through the Seafoam Channel… which is cold, mind you… but it'll be a short swim nevertheless. The pair has to both reach the islet on the other side of the water so that they can continue. On that small islet are the last pair of castaways of the team. Tag them… and they'll perform the last leg of the race. At least one of the last pair will have to climb up the flagpole with the buff… then attach it.
The Alakazam smirks, crossing his arms. "The first tribe to finish this race wins immunity… and will have the privilege of not being voted off first… wish I can say the same for the losers… since they'll have a date with me last tonight at tribal council where someone from their tribe will be receiving the title of first voted off Survivor: Seafoam."
"Of course… the winners won't only earn immunity…" added Albert, teleporting a small dark-colored shiny rock, levitating it in front of him. "... they all get flint, an easier way to create fire… seeing as we disabled the usage of specific moves. Isn't that useful?"
The castaways mostly shrugged in indifference while some all nodded in agreement to Albert's statement.
"Alright… get into position… I'll give you a minute to strategize before we begin."
-000-
About one short minute later, the castaways were now standing at their respective legs. At the starting lines by the mats were the duos of Gretel and Andrei for the Lunaria tribe and George and Oliver for the Solaron Tribe.
Albert situated himself by the sandpit, crossing his arms. "This is the first and most crucial challenge in the history of Pokemon Survivor history. Let's make history!"
"Okay then…" continued Albert as the four castaways started to prepare. "For immunity… and fire in the form of flint…" The Alakazam raises one arm to the air with a smirk. "Survivors Ready…" He pauses for suspense before quickly raising his other arms with a snap. "Go!"
And just like that, the first immunity challenge was underway. Oliver and George quickly takes the lead over the Lunaria tribe as they quickly reaches the sandpit in under fifteen seconds. Gretel, due to Graveler's notoriously low speed, was lagging behind… but Andrei was doing worse than her despite his higher speed.
"Oliver and George has made it to the sand pit and are starting to perform the first leg of the race… while Gretel and Andrei barely made it out the gate."
Oliver and George begins to dig up the sand in search for the buff. Shortly after, Gretel reaches the sandpit, annoyed that the opposing team was in the lead. Not wanting to wait for Andrei, the Graveler begins to dig. Her Ground Typing seems to be helping as she was digging faster than even Oliver.
"Gretel has reached the sandpit, catching up with the opposing tribe… however, Andrei is still not speeding up."
Oliver sighs as he moves over to a different spot in the sandpit after having no luck at his former location. Meanwhile George wasn't doing much with the digging and was actually struggling that Gretel seems to be catching up to him. Just then, Andrei boredly reaches the sandpit and begins digging next to Gretel.
"And Andrei also reaches the sandpit! The heat is on… who will take the lead?"
And just like that, Gretel's eyes suddenly glistens as a black cloth begins to stick out of the small pit that she dug. With a triumphant smirk, she pulls it out, revealing a black buff, that belongs to her tribe.
"Gretel has successfully dug up her tribe's buff, putting her tribe in the lead. Now she and Andrei needs to tag their next players."
The Graveler then grabs Andrei's hand and begins to drag him along, out of the sandpit, albeit slowly. As the Lunaria duo finally left the sandpit, Oliver smiles as he pulls out a yellow buff.
"And Oliver all found his tribe's buff… now he and George can catch up to Gretel and Andrei… who don't even have an enough lead."
Oliver walks over to George, who stopped digging as he did so. The Gengar stands up and follows Oliver out of the sandpit. The duo easily takes the lead from the Lunaria once more as they ran past them. Oliver and George then reaches the balance beam where Katherine and Felicia were waiting. Oliver hands Katherine the buff and so the duo begins to make their way through the balance beam.
"Felicia and Katherine have been tagged and are starting to make their way through the balance beam. Will Gretel, Andrei and the Lunaria tribe ever catch up?"
Felicia easily climbs onto the balance beam via flying while Katherine has little trouble doing so but nevertheless, he climb on. The duo then began to make their way to the other side. Felicia seems to be struggling due to her lack of central gravity while Katherine is doing well because of her nimble nature. As the duo was almost halfway done with the balance beam, Gretel and Andrei finally reaches their team's balance beam where Yasmine and Hope were waiting. Gretel quickly hands over the buff to Hope and so Yasmine and Hope began to make their to the other side.
"The Lunaria Tribe finally reaches the balance beams! Will Yasmine and Hope catch up? Will the Solaron Tribe maintain their lead? Who know?"
Just then, Felicia finally falls off of the balance beam to the netting below. The Fletchinder groans in annoyance as she struggles to stand up. Katherine sighs as she begins to make her way back to the start.
"And just like that, the Solaron tribe just lost their lead with a major blunder from Felicia… on the other hand, Hope and Yasmine are doing well due to their small statures and good balance."
Hope giggles as she easily makes it way to the other side of the balance beam. Her partner Yasmine was moving much slower but carefully. Katherine shakes him head as he waited for Felicia to come back to the start. Fortunately for him, Felicia reaches the start after getting her foot at the net several time. Wanting to make up for lost time, Katherine quickly climbs onto the balance beam and begins to repeat the course all over again. Felicia guiltily follows him. Moments later, Hope gracefully jumps off the balance beam with a smile. She then turns back as she begins waiting for Yasmine to finish.
"Hope has easily finished with the balance beam… now all she needs to do is wait for Yasmine to not mess up and finish. Meanwhile, Katherine and Felicia is doing the course all over again… but this time carefully."
Yasmine huffs as she finally reaches the end of the balance beam. She quickly jumps off with a nod. Katherine shakes his head at this and begins to speed up a bit. Felicia was still moving slowly though.
"Yasmine and Hope has finished with the balance beam. They can now head over to the third leg."
The Hoppip and Spinda duo races down the stairs and to the water's edge where Poppy and Daryl were swimming. Hope silently hands over the buff to Poppy's flipper and the swimming begins for the Lunaria tribe. Katherine groans at his team lagging behind as he finally reaches the end of the balance beam. He jumps off and begins to wait for Felicia, who was struggling. Her wingspan wasn't exactly helping matters.
"It's time for Poppy and Daryl to swim to the final leg… while the other team is still at the balance beam because of Felicia's blunder."
Poppy was doing well, due to the fact that she was a water type. The Brionne is swimming with her tongue stuck out. However, Daryl was way ahead her and was near to the other islet. Just then, Felicia finally reaches the end of the balance beam. Sighing in relief, the firebird jumps off the balance beam. Wasting no time, Felicia and Katherine begins to make their way to the shore where their other two tribemates were waiting.
Daryl smirks triumphantly as he reaches the other islet. He easily climbs out of the water onto the small island. He then turns to the water deadpanning as he waited for Poppy, who is nearing the shore.
As Daryl reached the other island, Felicia and Katherine also reached the shore of the main island where Katherine hands over the buff to Desiree and Jerry, who begins swimming to the other island.
"The Solaron tribe are slowly catching up. The Lunaria tribe needs to pick up the pace if they want to maintain their lead."
Desiree growls at this. She is in no mood to lose the first immunity challenge so the Meditite swims faster. Meanwhile, Jerry is doing fairly well but not as fast as his tribemate. Unfortunately for them, Poppy has finally climb out of the water. Daryl sighs in relief and the duo quickly padded to their tribe's flagpole where Samson and William were waiting. Daryl grunts as he quickly hands over the buff to William, who nods.
"Daryl and Poppy have tagged Samson and William, who'll perform the last leg for their tribe. Meanwhile, the other tribe is struggling to catch up."
William begins climbing the flagpole… but was surprisingly having trouble due to his weak grip. Samson gulps at this. Desiree sighs as she finally reaches the other side, climbing out of the water. Shortly after, Jerry follows, also climbing out of the water, shivering from the water's cold temperature. Nodding at Desiree, the Solaron duo rushes to their flagpole.
Meanwhile, Oliver wasn't making much progress with the climbing. Samson was just standing there, watching in complete and utter fear of losing and the prospect of going home first. Desiree and Jerry sighs in relief at the sight of William, not even near the top. Desiree quickly walks over to Arnold and Lori. The Meditite hands over the buff to Lori who just grins. The small Pidgey is then boosted up by Arnold, who is jotting down notes. The Pidgey then grabs a hold of the flagpole and begins climbing up.
"We're now in the final stretch with Lori tying it up."
Lori huffs as an idea enters her little head. With a cocky grin, the Pidgey lets go of the flagpole… and begins plummeting to the hard ground below. Samson covers his eyes in fear… but… Lori didn't fall down… the Pidgey is now flying.
"It seems that Lori is taking advantage of her wings… let's see if she can win this for her tribe."
Catching on, William also lets go of the flagpole and begins flying to the top… but it was too late. Unexpectedly, Lori reaches the top faster and quickly tied the buff to the flagpole. It seems that… she has some skill after all.
"AND LORI DID IT! THE SOLARON TRIBE WINS IMMUNITY!" announced Albert, flashing two thumbs-up. Lori smirks as she lands next to Desiree, Jerry and Arnold, who all shared a smirk. Meanwhile, the opposing tribe looks disappointed that they lost.
-000-
Back at the mats, Albert stares at the two tribes with a pleased smirk.
"Congratulations Solaron Tribe… despite your setbacks at the challenge, you managed to pull through at the end, you all will not go to Tribal Council," said Albert, nodding at the Solaron tribe, who all shared a triumphant smirk, barring the modest members of the tribe. "Additionally, you also win flint, which'll make it easier for you to make fire. He aims the levitating rock at Desiree, who easily catches it.
"Lunaria… on the other hand, I have nothing to give you… my apologies… but I'll give you a consolation prize: tribal council. Get prepared for that later tonight. That is all. You may all head back to camp."
-000-
SOLARON TRIBE - DAY 3
Morale was clearly high as the Solaron tribe returns back to their camp, flint and immunity in their possessions.
"I. Won. The. Challenge," exclaimed Lori with a wide grin, leaning against the mountain wall. "I think that this guarantees me the win, right? After all the shade and doubt they throw at me… I deserve it!"
The scene then transitions to Desiree, Lori and Oliver relaxing inside their shelter. Because of the win, they had no reason to fret.
"Good job, Lori," compliment Desiree, nodding politely. "I regret doubting you for the past few days… that challenge just proved your worth to the team."
Lori was not used to compliments so the Pidgey blushed a beet red. "Thanks Desiree. I try to. After all, I am the future winner of this show."
"Well… at least you have skills to make up for your ego, I guess," shrugged Oliver, smiling sheepishly. "Unlike… George."
"Ahahaha! George is just our designated first boot, right?" pointed out Lori with a cocky smirk. "So we don't have to worry if we lose… we have George, our sacrificial lamb!"
"... I can't say I disagree with that," commented Desiree with a curt nod. The meditator then chuckles. "Back to the challenge… I'm impressed that you beat William."
"Ha! He's no match for me!" boasted Lori, pointing at the sky.
"Okay… that's the last Lori compliment I'll ever say…" Desiree pauses, thinking to herself before continuing, "... hopefully. Stroking her ego won't do no good to this team… it will only make her even more obnoxious."
-000-
LUNARIA TRIBE - DAY 3
It has been about half an hour since the Lunaria tribe returned to their camp after their loss at the challenge, most looking sour and bitter while some looking annoyed that they lost to Lori.
As of now, everyone was just walking around camp, preparing for the impending tribal council. The scene then focuses on Andrei and Yasmine, who were sitting by the campfire. Yasmine was nibbling on a Pecha Berry, still bitter from their loss while Andrei just yawns with a bored expression.
"Andrei… we need to talk strategy…" muttered Yasmine, swallowing the Pecha Berry whole with a frown. "Sadly… I didn't expect us to lose, seeing as William was against freaking Lori!"
"Cool," replied Andrei dryly. "Who are we taking out? Who are we going to align with? I just want to get this over with…"
"Well… we're going to align with Daryl, William and Gretel," explained Yasmine, eyes shifting to the side with a small frown. "So… it's best if you don't annoy Gretel any further… we're targeting Hope."
"Why her?" queried Andrei, furrowing a brow. "Samson did literally nothing during the challenge. I think it's best if he went home… besides, he's a wimp."
"Don't let your emotions get the best of you," warned Yasmine, deadpanning. "We're taking Hope out… and I want this to be a clean vote. Not a messy one that will mindfuck me and trap me in deeper state of paranoia."
"... true," Andrei reluctantly admitted, crossing his arms. "... but isn't it early for a blindside?"
"On the contrary… it's never too late for a blindside," retorted Yasmine with a rare smile.
"... suuuure," drawled Andrei, rolling his eyes.
"Not to admit it in front of her face buuut… she's nuts," admitted Andrei, leaning against an icy rock with a nonchalant expression. "... but she's my ally… so I shouldn't test her… but her taste on moves… is a bit telling. I mean… allying with Gretel?! Blindsiding Hope, who actually performed well, instead of the useless Samson?! Those… are questionable moves… but… I guess I have no choice. I have to do this if I want to at least make it to the merge."
Sitting inside the tribe's shelter were Gretel, William and Hope, who were quite nervous about the upcoming tribal council. Sometimes, Hope gave an icy glare at William, who doesn't notice.
"William… is a dragon," Gretel grunts, frustrated with her tribe's loss. "... and he lost against a scrawny bird…" She raises both arms with an appalled expression. "This is what happens if we enter an immunity challenge without a plan! We lose. We cry. No one is happy!"
Meanwhile near the shore were Poppy and Daryl. The Brionne was just staring out at sea with an eerie smile while Daryl was just resting against a rock with a bored expression. Andrei and Yasmine enters the scene, exchanging a look before they approached the duo.
Yasmine first clears her throat to get the duo's attention. When she felt that Daryl and Poppy were listening, she began to talk, "... Daryl and Poppy… I have a… erhem… proposal."
Daryl leans forwards, furrowing a brow, "Proposal?"
"Yes… we vote out Hope," explained Yasmine with Andrei nodding in agreement.
"Yep… she's a weakass plant," added Andrei in an attempt to give a reason to vote Hope off. "Nothing will change if she left. We'll just be a less shittier team."
Poppy blinks with a pout before shaking her head. "That's a really good idea… but not now~ I have… someone in mind at the moment. Tee hee~"
Daryl rolls his eyes at this before turning to Yasmine, "... that's a solid plan. I'll suggest that to William… and if he agrees, you have two votes guaranteed heading Hope's way."
Yasmine smiles at this, contented with the Drapion's statement. "That is acceptable... I'm glad that you're considering."
"Well… Hope's chances at staying just… decreased by a hundred percent," smirked Andrei, playfully rolling his eyes as he sat on a fallen log. "But if Daryl and William don't vote for her… I just hope that they're not writing my name down later at Tribal Council."
"Well… I have two choices… vote out Hope, an easy vote… and there'll be no problems with that," stated Daryl with a gruff expression. "... or I take the hard way and vote off Poppy… either decision is good… since I don't care for either of them."
-000-
TRIBAL COUNCIL - DAY 3
A view of the vast oceans around Seafoam Islands and a island can be seen in the distance. The scene zooms into the island, revealing a group of ten Pokemon, walking in a single file line, down some stairs then crosses a shaky wooden bridge connecting the main island of the Seafoam archipelago to a smaller island than the main island but it's one of the biggest island in the archipelago. At the smaller island, there are some more stairs leading up to a makeshift platform. There are eight seats in the vicinity. Four at the front and four at the back. The back seats were slightly elevated. There are torches situated behind the seats. There is a medium-sized hut situated at the side of the tribal council area. At the center of the tribal council area was a large fire pit.
Facing the seats was a wooden podium, made up of the wood that can be found around the archipelago. The psychic host, Albert stood behind the podium, resting a hand on it.
"Everyone, head over and grab a torch. Dip it into the flames and get fire," requested Albert. The ten castaways from Lunaria follows Albert's request, grabbing one torch each, dipping them in the fire before returning them to their original positions. "Fire represents your life in this game so when your fire goes out… then your time in this game is over."
The ten Pokemon then all took a seat. Andrei, Poppy, Hope and Gretel occupied the front seats while Yasmine, William, Daryl and Samson occupied the back seats.
After everyone has took their seat, Albert nods.
"Welcome Lunaria tribe to your first tribal council… and the first tribal council overall in the whole game. Here… one of you will have their torch snuffed… and say farewell to competing after a good three days," said Albert. The Alakazam then turns to Andrei. "Let's begin… Andrei… how was the first three days for you."
The Gloom shrugs, rolling his eyes, "It was meh overall. Everyone here sucks, except for a special few… and Gretel quickly took charge and became a freaking dictator… and I didn't like it."
"Fuck off," growled Gretel, sneering at Andrei.
"Gretel… is what Andrei is saying… true?"
"... no," Gretel answered simply. "I was just occupying the role as leader… something that this tribe desperately needed. And our loss at the challenge… was the result of everyone not following orders. They should realize that this is a contest… they shouldn't just head into a challenge without planning."
"Umm… excuse me? You may act like you're a good leader… but you're not," huffed Poppy with a pout.
"Poppy, can you elaborate on that?"
"Gladly!" answered Poppy with a giggle. The Brionne taps her chin, closing her eyes to think. Her eyes then shot open as she snaps her fingers with a smirk. "Ooh ooh! Gretel reminds me of a… uhh… a barking dog! All bark and no bite! Gretel is just shouting orders at us… but she's not even doing any better than the rest of us. I hate her so much, tee hee~"
"That… is a bit too straightforward of you," commented Albert, hiding an amused expression. The Alakazam then turns to William. "Additionally… about the challenge… William, do you think that you're in trouble for losing the challenge… against Lori?"
William glowers at the Alakazam, clenching a fist, "I'm not good at climbing… besides, at least I did something! Samson did nothing but stand around during the challenge."
"Are… you trying to pin the blame on Sammy?" pouted Hope, sneering at William. "That's sooooo low of you! He's just an innocent kid… and you just want to vote him off?!"
"Frankly… yes… he's weak," explained William, shrugging. "I mean… even you did well… while Samson was just deadweight."
"That…" Samson looks teary-eyed.
Andrei rolls his eyes at this, crossing his arms. "Just start the voting already… I don't want to hear Samson cry…"
"Okay then… since Andrei basically asked for it. It's time to vote. Yasmine, you're up first."
Following that, Yasmine nonchalantly stands up from her seats and padded over to the hut in the vicinity. Inside was a table in the center of the room with a piece of parchment, a marker and a intricate urn on top of it.
Yasmine smirks as she grabs the marker confidently. She removes the cap and begins to confidently write her vote.
Short scenes of Daryl, Gretel and Samson can be seen afterwards.
"Sorry kid… this is meant to be a blindside," mumbled Andrei, showing his parchment with 'All Hope is Lost' on it.
Shots of William and Hope walking over to the hut can be seen afterwards.
Poppy's vote was shown in full, just like with Andrei. The Brionne shows the parchment with Andrei's name scribbled, "Remember a few days ago when I said that Andrei was off? Weeelllll… her offness factor went up a ton so you need to go. Sooo… my rant against Gretel was just me being me. Tee hee~"
Shortly after placing her vote inside the urn, Poppy skips back to her seat cheerfully. No one else stood up. She was the last castaway to vote.
"I'll go tally the votes," announced Albert, walking over to the hut. The Alakazam enters the hut. The castaways of the Lunaria tribe waits in anticipation as the psychic type emerges with the urn in hand. He returns to his podium, placing the urn on top of it.
"I'll now read the votes…"
The Lunaria tribe exchanged an unsure look at the Alakazam carefully removes the lid off the urn.
Albert reaches into the urn and grabs one piece of folded parchment. "First vote…"
He takes it out and carefully unfolds it then reading its contents aloud while showing the vote to the castaways. "... Andrei."
Andrei looks unfazed by the vote while Yasmine's eyes nervously shift to the side.
"Next vote…" Albert then shows the second vote. "Poppy."
"Crapadoodle," pouted Poppy with a grin.
"That's one vote Poppy. One vote Andrei."
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"William. One vote Poppy. One vote Andrei. One vote William."
William rolls his eyes, silently growling to himself.
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"Hope. One vote Poppy. One vote Andrei. One vote William. One vote Hope."
Hope pouts, glaring at William.
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"Next vote… Andrei. That's two votes Andrei. One vote Poppy. One vote William. One vote Hope."
The Gloom was starting to get nervous as his eyes darted around the room.
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"Sixth vote… Hope. That's two votes for Andrei and Hope. One vote for both William and Poppy. Two votes left…"
Hope blanches at this, grumbling to herself.
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"Seventh vote… Gretel. Two votes for Andrei and Hope. One vote for William, Gretel and Poppy… one vote left…"
Andrei and Hope exchanged a competitive glare.
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"First person voted out of Survivor: Seafoam…"
A lot of eyes widened as the last vote was revealed.
"... Andrei. You have to bring me your torch."
The Gloom's jaw went slack at this. "..."
For once, Andrei had no words as he stood up. He hastily grabs his torch as he walks over to Albert, who was waiting with a snuffer. Andrei shakily held his torch, left eye twitching.
Albert lifts up the snuffer, "Andrei, the tribe has spoken." With a circular motion, he covers Andrei's torch with the snuffer, effectively putting out the flames.
Andrei turns to his tribe for one last time, "... I officially hate you all…" The Gloom then bitterly leaves the tribal council area, marking the first elimination on the show. Yasmine looks down in disappointment as her only real ally left the contest for good.
Albert turns to the remaining seven members of the tribe with a smirk, "For a first tribal council… the results were surprising. It's up to you to decide if this was a good choice… or if this was a horrible one. For now, you may all head back to camp."
"My tribe sucks… as expected based on my first impressions of them on Day 1. But… I'm rooting for Yasmine, I guess… at least she didn't backstab me… but fuck you whoever vote me! That is all. I am out…"
-000-
VOTES:
Andrei - Hope
Daryl - Poppy
Gretel - Andrei
Hope - William
Poppy - Andrei
Samson - Gretel
William - Andrei
Yasmine - Hope
RESULT:
Andrei received 3 votes
Hope received 2 votes
Poppy, Gretel and William all received one vote