Author's Note: Welcome everyone to the Sixth season of the Randomverse series. Once again I'm introducing a brand new cast. As such, reading the previous seasons are not required.
Anyway, the rules haven't changed: A while back I took the 51 contestants from Total Drama, and the 16 from my fic Danger Island, and sent them through a randomizer. The first twenty-two debuted in Random Drama Island, with two more coming in Random Drama World Tour, and the next thirteen showing up for Random Drama Revenge of the Island. Now we're at the next batch of fourteen, and the final sixteen will appear in Random Drama Danger Island.
This cast is the one I've been the most excited to write. You'll see why soon.
There will be at least one pairing this season. I have two others planned, but if reception isn't kind to them I'll drop them.
Oh and I've decided to release Ridonculous Race simultaneously with Danger Island. The update schedule for those will be revealed when I get there though.
Episode 01: So, Uh This Is My Team?
A short drumroll led into a deep and grandiose anthem as the scene opened on a broken and grassy slope. "Welcome, Total Drama fans!" began Chris McLean, the handsome and stubble-chinned host standing up in front of the camera close enough to only show his upper body. "Put on some clean undies~," he said with a mischievous, almost singsong tone, "cause things are about to get wild! Ye-he-he-heah-hah!" he laughed deviously.
"Fourteen spanking fresh contestants, and a totally brand new location!" The familiar ticks of the series' capstone theme entered the background score as the camera began to rapidly zoom out. "A Cree island in western Canada!" The new island was shown in full: almost bowl-shaped, with several large, pine-covered hills curving up and outward to from high cliffs along most of the visible coastline, and a barren natural arch sticking out from the left side of the island. Only a small strip of beach was visible to the camera nestled between the rock formations jutting out along the coast, smaller along the shore but large enough further out to support grass or even trees. The sun was beating down from high above, and only a handful of clouds dotted the sky.
"As you might recall," Chris said as a bout of static transitioned the footage to a grainy film of Wawanakwa's final sink into the lake surrounding it, "during our Heroes vs Villains finale—" the clip was paused during the last mighty backsplash— "someone, and I prefer to remain nameless," the host stood up smugly in front of the paused scene to motion to himself before ducking back down, "accidentally destroyed our old island."
Another bout of static transitioned the scene to Chris walking to the left past a mossy, mushroom-ridden tree and a bed of blue flowers into a more open area. "So, this is where we landed. No shacks," he said, the capstone theme beginning in earnest as the shot cut to what appeared to be some flattened hilltop. To the right was the path leading in, a solitary wooden gateway standing over it flanked by a pair of tiki torches. Just past the gate was a familiar oil drum podium, and past that an unlit firepit. Further back were a variety of stones, stumps, and logs arranged into two rows of seats, and along the back edge of the hilltop were three tall posts with bulbous lights stringed between them. A grassy pathway lined with tiki torches began in the front of the area, and curved down and around to the left along the hillside.
"No showers," the host continued over a shot of a roaring waterfall somewhere next to a wooded hill. "No hotels," he added as the camera moved to a cave in the side of some rocky cliff near a few small ponds in the woods. "No hot tub," he finished over a a shot of another pool of water, this one set in a barren area with only a few scattered shrubs growing out of the rock. "The only things we managed to save," Chris said as the camera returned to him, "were the outhouse confessional," the shot cut to the outhouse, now set up at the edge of a clearing next to a rock and some trees, "and the horrific butt smells that live inside it." The outhouse door slammed open, revealing the chubby east Asian male intern holding a plunger inside it. He gasped for air, the collapsed face first onto the ground.
"It'll be the roughingest roughing it that's ever been roughed on Total Drama," Chris said as the focus cut back to him once more. "So, buckle up. This," the camera cut backward to show more of the clearing, "is Total! Drama!" Another jump back showed the small rocky beach. "Paaaaahkitew Island!" The final jump outward showed Pahkitew Island once more in all its glory.
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The sound of engines filled the air as the episode opened on a small zeppelin emerging from the clouds. An image of Chris in full aviator gear was plastered to the tail fin, and the scene soon cut inside to show a swaying conical lamp hanging in front of a grubby wall.
A pan down and slightly to the left showed two girls sitting on stools under a small window. The one on the right was of average height and noticeably curvaceous, a tanned skinned girl of Asian descent. Her silky black hair was straight and fell to just below her shoulders, and her eyes were almond shaped. She wore a plain loose-fitting dull yellow t-shirt and dark khaki cargo shorts, and she mumbled to herself as she rumbled around in a turquoise backpack in front of her.
The girl on the left was very pale and petite with light blonde hair that was waist length. She was staring almost warily at the swaying light above them, dressed in a dark green sweater over a light blue collared shirt. She also wore a grey skirt and indigo tights.
She glanced at the girl to her left, then turned the other way. "Your aura is the most exceptional shade of purplish green," she said in a light and whimsical voice to the boy on her right.
He was a rather large boy, both in height and in weight. The black teen had pierced ears and wore a long grey trench coat over a rust colored hoodie and blue shorts, complemented by a backwards baseball cap that matched his hoodie. He raised an eyebrow and gave her an odd look.
"Don't worry," the petite girl said. "It suits you."
The large boy smiled, and held out his fist. With a light airy tune, the petite girl bumped fists with him and smiled.
The shot cut to a more normal-looking Indian boy, brown-skinned and black-haired. He wore a cyan vest over a pale yellow collared shirt, and laughed awkwardly. "That girl's a little weird," he said in a somewhat high and definitely nervous voice.
A dramatic stringed theme started playing as another boy walked over to him, white-skinned and blue-eyed. He sported shaggy and unkempt long brown hair. Both his t-shirt and his pants were not only noticeably tight, but an almost blinding white that contrasted heavily with his red sneakers and the red bandanna tied around his neck. "Aura reading?" he said in a haughty tone. "He's inclined to agree with you."
"Who's he?" the first boy asked in confusion.
"Him," the other boy said irritably while pointing at himself. "Don't be rude."
"Uh, sorry?" the first boy said, warily looking away from the boy in white.
The camera pulled back as another girl walked past, her skin dark but more the brownish-orange color of a fake tan than anything natural. She sported large hoop earrings, bright blue eye liner, and thick magenta lipstick the same color as her midriff-baring tube top. Light teal capris and purple wedge sandals rounded out her outfit, but more noticeable was the can of hairspray she was busily applying to the pouf of her long brown hair. She left a thick cloud of spray in her wake, which sent both boys into coughing fits as she passed them by.
"Excuse me, could you do that somewhere else?" the Indian boy asked, the boy in white simply glaring at the girl as she walked on obliviously. "Thank you!" he added despite her lack of reaction, the camera pulling back to show three more people that the hairspray girl was walking past.
First was another white boy, dressed in the olive green, cargo shorts, and combat boots of a soldier out of uniform. He was doing push-ups in the middles of the floor, his dog tags dangling around his neck and his unibrow furrowed in concentration. "Ninety-nine...one hundred!" he said in a tough, almost commanding voice as a military drumline played. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he sat up onto his knees, but in doing so put himself directly into a lingering cloud of hairspray. He gagged, choked, and collapsed with a thud onto his face with his butt sticking up in the air.
The cloud of hairspray dissipated as the camera zoomed in on the two girls who had been watching the soldier from another pair of stools along the wall. The one on the left was skinny and dark-skinned and appeared to be of Hispanic descent while the one on the right was larger and fair. The girls were dressed identically, in hot pink short-shorts and wedge sandals and lipstick, black-and-white striped shoulderless midriff-baring blouses, and dark hair in pigtails.
"Oh my gosh, is he okay?" the skinny one asked, clutching hands with the larger one. Both girls were looking towards the fallen soldier with concern.
"I hope so," the larger one said, her voice lighter. "That was so unfair what happened to him."
"But it was also kinda funny right?" the skinny one asked in a low whisper, the camera cutting closer to the two girls' faces.
"Oh my gosh," the larger one replied with a shake of her head. "You are so bad." Both girls launched into a flurry of giggling that was only stopped when a hiss, followed by another cloud of hairspray, came from off-screen.
"Umm, could you, like, stop that?" the skinny one asked, both girls glaring indignantly to the left as the camera panned over to show the hairspray girl once again spraying her hair.
"Huh?" she said, finishing up and stowing the aerosol can inside her hair. "What, can't a girl do a little touch-up?" she asked in a thick Jersey accent, looking over the identically-dressed girls. "Though the two of you would need way more than that..."
Before the other girls could reply, however, all three were distracted by a short, skinny black boy walking past them with a huge smile on his face. He had short hair and large glasses, and wore a red hoodie and dark yellow shorts. "Wow! A real zeppelin," he said in wondrous amazement, the footage skipping ahead to him running up to what looked like the far right corner of the room. "Did you know they were named for the German Count Ferdinand von Zeppelin who-"
He was interrupted by a girl falling from above and landing on her feet in front of him, visibly shocking him. From the wide grin she was sporting to the bright green eyes to the fiery red hair, everything about her radiated energy; she was wearing a sleeveless and high-necked top with a window in front, and very short pair of shorts hidden by a lighter green sarong. "That was awesome," the redhead said a hectic tune playing in the background as she spoke rapidly. "I even stuck the landing this time!"
"Hi, you must be some of the other contestants" came the diplomatic voice of another girl, the camera panning slightly to the left to show a brown skinned girl who looked to be a mix of Asian and Hispanic approaching. She was dressed in a rather preppy fashion, a dark gray top over an off-white polo shirt paired with green capri pants. "It's really nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too," the short black boy said, the redheaded girl just stared at something off screen and looking somewhat stupefied.
The preppy girl noticed the staring. "What are you star...ing... at...?" She said as she turned to face the thing in question only to look just as stupefied as the other girl much to the short boy's confusion, the camera panning to the left away from the three teens and on to two more boys.
The one on the right was a thin and somewhat muscular white boy with blonde hair and a cowboy hat, wearing an unbuttoned pink shirt and blue jean shorts. The one on the left was an absurdly handsome brown-skinned young Hawaiian boy with well-coiffed brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a chiseled physique hidden underneath a tight, dark-colored t-shirt and baggy jeans. The white boy was looking at the girls, while the the Hawaiian boy just leaned against the wall.
"I think those girls are starin' at you dude," cowboy hat said, turning to face the other boy.
"I know," the Hawaiian boy said smoothly. "You get used to it."
"Nice," cowboy hat said, bumping fists with his companion.
The music suddenly turned dramatic, and lightning flashed outside earning a gasp from both boys. The scene moved back outside to show the zeppelin heading into some storm clouds, lightning flashing a few more times before the shot cut to the bridge. Chef Hatchet was there manning the wheel in his old pilot's uniform from season three, a nervous expression on his face. He grabbed the transmitter of the broadcasting system mounted over his head, and the shot cut to a loudspeaker as a red light next to it began to flash and buzz. "Hang on!" Chef announced. "This might get hairy!"
The ship began to shake, screws and panels and other parts raining down from the ceiling as the background music became ominous. The petite girl was shown looking oddly calm as the larger black boy nervously glanced around; the cut next to the soldier, boy in white, and normal-looking boy standing and looking around nervously; then the Hawaiian boy watching cowboy hat struggle to stay seated as the zeppelin shook; the short black boy screaming "This seems abnormal!" as the preppy girl and the redheaded girl looked around in panic; and the two identically-dressed girls clinging to each other as they shrieked in fear, the hairspray girl futilely raising her hands to shield her hair from the bits of metal that were bouncing off it with almost comical dings.
Lightning seemed to flash inside the room itself, and Chris McLean appeared to the left near the door to the cockpit as if out of thin air. "Hello, newbies," he greeted to a dramatic sting in the music. "Ready for some fun?"
The two identically-dressed girls darted over to him excitedly. "Ooh, yes!" the skinny one said.
"Totally!" The larger one added, and the two began a high-pitched squeal that took the host off-guard.
"Huh, a coupla keeners," he said, putting his fingers in his ears until they stopped. "I'm sure a little pain and starvation will fix that," he added as he walked off to the right.
He stopped by a doorway located between the large black boy and the normal-looking boy. "Let's get started," he said, the launching into a low theme of exposition. "This aircraft stinks. And is equipped with two emergency exits," he raised a finger on each hand, "here, and at the end of the cabin." He pointed first at the door behind him, and then towards the right. The camera quick-panned over to show the preppy girl and redheaded girl still standing idly by the other door.
"At said exits," Chris continued as the shot returned to him, "you will find parachute packs," he knocked on the crate the normal-looking boy had been sitting on. "Only half of them contain actual parachutes. The other half contain surprises," the music rose up ominously, "that will be utterly useless while falling from the sky."
"Well," the normal boy spoke up, "hopefully we won't need them."
Chris shrugged. "Who knows. This season is full of surprises. Like this!" With a wide smile he took out his remote control and pressed the button, and the camera cut to one of the engines outside as a small box attached to it blinked and beeped and exploded, destroying the engine.
Screams uttered forth from the zeppelin as it was shown going into a nose dive with smoke trailing from the blown engine, and the shot cut back inside to show the campers running and screaming around the cabin as tense challenge music began to play. A close-up showed one of the crates being opened by what looked like cowboy hat, who along with the Asian girl grabbed a parachute pack out of it. Moments later, the large black boy boy, the Hawaiian boy, and the larger half of the identically-dressed girls followed suit. Then the Asian girl was shown calmly slipping on her pack while holding her backpack in her arm, the large black boy doing the same, then the Hawaiian boy, thin half of the identically-dressed girls, and the boy in white all put theirs on as well.
The shot cut to the rear exit as the Asian girl said "Time to jump!" and with the large black boy jumped out the open door. The normal-looking boy followed after, then the shot cut to the side exit as the petite girl ran walked along the stools before diving out the other open door.
The soldier, a pack on his back and an extra in his hands, ran up to where Chris was still standing by the side exit. "While I do not agree with your methods," he scolded the host, "I cannot leave a man behind in a crashing airship. Your parachute, sir," he said, holding the extra pack out to the smiling host.
"Oh, no thank you," Chris replied with a light wave of dismissal, "I'm actually a hologram."
"What?!" Chef exclaimed in shock as he ran over from the left. "Why ain't I a hologram?" He poked a finger at Chris, then gasped as it went through his head causing the man's entire body to flicker like a grainy television image. "Abandon ship!" he yelled, gripping the sides of his head in panic. He ran straight through the host and grabbed the extra parachute pack from the soldier, then fell backward out the emergency exit. The soldier fired off a sharp salute to Chris before diving out as well.
The camera cut far below the diving zeppelin, looking up as several contestants fell screaming past – the hairspray girl, the preppy girl, the boy in white, cowboy hat, the Hawaiian boy, the two identically-dressed girls, the soldier, and even Chef.
Then the shot shifted, the camera now falling alongside the Asian girl. "This reminds me of my seventh birthday," she said to herself as the two identically-dressed girls fell into view behind her clinging fearfully to each other. The Asian girl pulled the cord on her pack, and released a large collection of nuts and bolts. She gulped, the quickly tore into her backpack and pulled out a large white sheet, creating a makeshift parachute that quickly slowed her down out of the range of the camera. It quickly refocused on the two girls clinging to one another.
"Okay," the skinny one said, both girls' eyes clenched shut as they grabbed the cords on their packs, "three!"
"Two!" the larger one replied.
"One!" the skinny one said in rising panic.
"PULL!" they yelled together, pulling their cords. Both girls deployed parachutes.
"We get to live!" the larger one said in delight before both held each other and squealed.
A quick-pan up put the focus on the large black boy, silent as he pulled his cord and released a stack of papers. The moment he realized this, he looked around in shock and concern.
It was then that the nuts and bolts floated up to him, and he quickly grabbed some in each hand as they passed by. He put both hands behind his back in a flurry of motion, then safely floated down in what looked like a hastily built jetpack.
The shot cut to the petite girl next, who opened her parachute and freed a pair of screeching cats. "The tea leaves didn't say anything about this!" she cried with wide, frightful eyes before the camera panned left onto the preppy girl.
"This is insane! We could seriously die doing this!" she said before pulling her cord, revealing releasing a bunch of hotdogs. "You can't do this to us!" she complained as the normal-looking boy fell past screaming with a piece of paper stuck to his face.
"It says here he can," he said. With a groan he pulled his cord, only for a flurry of feathers to fly out and up. "Yyyup. Feathers. I get it. Funny," he said resignedly.
He fell out of sight, and the camera moved onto the hairspray girl as she pulled her cord to reveal a parachute. "Hah!" she barked out joyfully, shaking a fist upwards and yelling "Oh yeah, take that ya lousy mook!"
The shot moved to cowboy boy next, who pulled his cord only for a teddy bear wearing a smaller, teddy bear-sized parachute to float out. He looked up, then screamed at the top of his lungs while flailing his arms and legs.
A pan to his right showed Chef, who pulled his cord only to release several steaks, cheese wedges, and chef's hats. "Oh, that's just wrong," he said with narrow-eyed annoyance.
The shot cut to the redheaded girl next, who excitedly exclaimed "Alright!" upon opening the parachute in her pack.
Then came a cut to the boy in white, who nervously pulled on her cord only to watch in shock as his pack opened to release a small flock of doves who promptly flew off. "How could he not see it?" he said in a self-deprecating manner. "It's a metaphor for the futility of competition!"
Next was the Hawaiian boy, who pulled her cord and released a parachute. "Hah! Yes! I knew I was too beautiful to die," he said in utter relief.
The camera then panned to the soldier, who took a deep breath and grabbed his cord. "Alright cadet, remember your training," he told himself. He took another breath, pulled, and smiled as he deployed his parachute. "Hoo-ah!"
The camera cut to cowboy hat as he fell past a parachute that was quickly revealed to be attached to the skinny identical girl, who reached out and grabbed him by the leg. "Thanks dude!" cowboy hat said graciously.
The skinny girl glared to the right. "Don't just sit there. Save someone!" The camera panned to the right reveal the larger girl as the normal-looking boy fell crying down to their level, and she quickly grabbed him by the pack.
"Wh-what? I'm saved!" the boy said, opening his eyes and looking around with joy.
The eyes of all four teens widened in shock as the preppy girl, the boy in white, and Chef all fell past the front of them.
"And here they come now," Chris told the camera as it cut to him and he lowered the binoculars he was holding. The shot cut outward to show him standing on the beach, watching as the preppy girl, the boy in white, and Chef all fell screaming into various parts of the water around that part of the beach. He turned to the other side and the camera panned to follow, showing the identically dressed girls, cowboy hat, and the normal looking boy landing on the sand nearby.
Next to land was the shorter black boy, who smiled in delight as he touched down next to a large rock. "Sweet Marie Curie," he said as a triumphant tune played, wiping his forehead and laughing, "I'm alive!"
It was then that the hairspray girl slammed into him, knocking him to the ground face-first. "Whoops, sorry Shortstuff," she apologized, taking out the can out of her pouf and giving her hair a quick spray. "I just didn't wanna risk landing somewhere hard, I mean look at me," she said, making a sweeping motion from her hair to her hips.
"Is this what pain tastes like?" the shorter black boy asked, his voice muffled by the sand.
The tense challenge tune resumed as the shot cut to the Asian girl floating to the ground with her makeshift parachute. The shot cut to her landing on the sand, and she quickly rifled through her backpack as if to check if everything was there.
The camera panned back to the beach as the Hawaiian boy and redheaded girl landed next to each other and the soldier landed next to them.
And lastly was the larger black boy without a parachute, who landed in front of the others on the beach via his hastily built jetpack the shock of all in sight. He smiled confidently as he stood up next to a gaping Chris, then let his invention drop to the ground and shatter.
The host turned to the left as Chef walked up to him, with cuts on his neck and a chunk of his left cuff missing. "You could've at least given me one of the parachutes," he angrily told Chris.
"That's odd," the host said in genuine confusion. "It was supposed to be a real parachute. I even told the interns it was for me to make sure," as he spoke, his assistant's eyes widened.
"You know what?" he said, his anger dissipating. "Don't worry about it."
"You sure?" Chris asked.
"Yeah," Chef said.
"Okay then. Now let's see...," the host said, turning back to the right and rubbing his stubble. He started mumbling numbers under his breath, pointing around the beach and then to a clipboard in his hand. "Huh," he said, "only one missing. Not so bad!"
"No," the petite girl's voice suddenly said, audibly shocking the two men. "We're all here." The camera pulled back to show her standing directly in front of Chris and peering at him.
"Riiiight," he said in creeped out acceptance. "You."
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The scene flashed to the blazing sun, Chris saying "Welcome to Pahkitew Island!" as the camera panned back down to the beach. The cast was now lined up, the campers divided into two groups with Chris and Chef standing in the middle. "On the right, everyone who had actual parachutes," the host continued, motioning to the line of teens to the camera's right.
At the far right was the hairspray girl, the Hawaiian boy right next to her. "Anne Maria, Justin," the host listed off, each smiling as their name was called. "Izzy, Brick," he continued as the camera panned left and up onto the redhead girl and the soldier, "Cameron," the shot panned back down as it headed leftward onto the shorter black boy, "Katie and Sadie." Last in line were the identically dressed girls, the skinny one standing next to Cameron.
"Oh my gosh Sadie," Katie spoke up, "can you believe we're actually on Total Drama?"
The Codependent smiled at The Hot-Blooded. "I know. I love love love this show!"
"I do my best," Chris said with a smug grin.
The two girls grimaced in a way that implied he wasn't the reason they loved the show, then grabbed each others' hands and squeed.
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"I only auditioned for the show because Sadie wanted to," Katie admitted. "But now that I'm here, I feel really good about our chances. Plus, aren't the guys here like super cute?"
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"Your team will be," Chris read from a note card, "the...Pimâpotew Kinosewak," he pronounced awkwardly. "Which is Cree for 'Soaring Eagles'!" As he announced the name's meaning, a circular logo spun towards the screen against an orange and gold starburst pattern, stopping with a light gong. The disc was colored a light purple and bore the image of a bald eagle with its wings outstretched.
"No, no it's not," the Asian girl interrupted, prompting the camera to cut to her on the other side of the host. "That actually means 'Floating Salmon'."
"Oh...," Chris said, looking back at his notes. He laughed. "Then I guess you're the Floating Salmon," he told the first team, a dull and disappointed tune playing as the shot returned to their initial logo, which was slammed out of the way by a similar disc. This was one colored green, and bore the image of a flopping salmon that was looking right at the camera.
"Those without chutes," the host continued, looking at his card again as he addressed the second team. "Geoff, Jaxon," he said as the shot cut to cowboy hat and the boy in white. Next to them was the preppy girl, and the camera panned rightward to focus on her as well as the normal-looking boy. "Courtney, Dave," the host called off, both perking up at the sound of their names then glancing at one another. "Dawn, Britney," the camera panned next to the petite girl and the Asian girl both of whom smiled. "And B," he finished, the camera moving to the larger black boy on the end of the line.
"Your team is, the Waneyihtam Maskwak!" the shot cut outward as he fumbled the pronunciation of the second team's name. "Which in Cree means the 'Ferocious Ti'-"
"'Confused Bears'," Britney corrected again.
Another circular logo spun towards the screen against the same orange and gold backdrop. It was colored a pale pink, and the picture on the front was of a rather appropriately confused bear, complete with a question mark by its head.
Chris tore apart his note card with an angry glare. "This is what you get for using a free online translator," he scolded Chef.
"My bad," the hulking man sniffed uncaringly before walking away.
"Anywho," Chris continued with his usual fake smile, "seeing as there's nowhere for any of you to sleep tonight, we figured your first challenge should be...to build your own shelter!"
As he walked away the camera panned over to the Bears, focusing in on Britney and Dawn in particular. "So this is like a survival season?" Britney asked.
The Moonchild looked at her. "Don't worry, your survivalist background will be a great asset to our team. And you'll make plenty of friends too."
"Thanks!" The Globetrotter said with a bright smile before frowning. "Wait. How did you know that?"
"It's all over your aura," Dawn said. "Right in between your need to be prepared for anything and your desire to be seen as-"
A sharp whistle from off-screen cut her off. "Hey! Aura Whisperer!" Chris called out irritably, the camera quick-panning up and to the right to show the host standing high atop a large mountain of assorted trash and rubble. "Yeah! I was talking!" A light drumroll shifted the music into a typical expository theme as the camera zoomed out, revealing the full size of the junk pile as the fourteen campers walked over to it.
"Each team may take supplies from the common area before they begin to build," Chris continued. Shifting back into his usual demeanor and motioning to the rubble below his feet. "But, these supplies are guarded by Chef." The shot cut to a close-up of the large man's smirking face. "Armed, with a powerful tennis ball blaster." Zooming out, the camera revealed the large tripod-mounted Gatling gun that Chef was standing at, a glass tank filled with tennis balls at the top of it. The entire set up was located at the top of a short rocky plateau.
The host jumped to the ground, landing next to Cameron, Katie, and Sadie of the Salmons. "A glancing blow will sting," he said before the shot cut to Dave getting hit in the forehead with a tennis ball.
"Oww!" The Germaphobe yelped, bending over and rubbing his forehead in pain. The camera panned to the right to show Britney gasping in concern, and Dave straightened up and looked away defiantly. "That...only hurt a little," he said.
Courtney, standing between Dave and Britney, rolled her eyes.
"And a direct hit," Chris continued, "can take you right to the ground." The camera panned to the left as Cameron was shot in the hip, knocking him to the ground as Brick gasped. The Wide-Eyed Bubble Boy landed awkwardly on his side, and moaned in pain. "Will someone please help that little boy to his feet?" Chris asked, a dramatic riff playing as the camera panned to the left and Brick picked Cameron back up with one hand.
Cameron fell back to the ground as soon as The Cadet let go, groaning upon landing.
"Good enough," Chris said with an uncaring shrug. "On with the challenge!" The shot cut back a ways to show both teams watching him warily, their team logos briefly appearing above them. "Team Maskwak will build their shelter towards the beach," the host said, directing the campers' attention to the right. "Team Kinosewak, further inland," he added with a gesture to the left. "Best shelter, according to me," he added, motioning to himself in close-up, "wins the challenge." He took out his signature red airhorn and blew it. "Be-gin!"
A fast-paced challenge tune immediately began to play as Chef opened fire, his stream of tennis balls sweeping first towards the Bears. The seven of them screamed, but Courtney quickly took action. "Bears, follow me!" The Control Freak said as she charged off to the left, motioning for her teammates to follow.
"Run for your lives dudes!" Geoff added, waving each of his teammates past under hail of tennis balls. Once they'd all passed, The Party Dude ran after them with his arms shielding his head.
"Salmon Company, with me!" Brick commanded as the shot cut to him leading the Salmons to the right, picking Cameron up off the ground as he ran.
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The music cut out as the footage skipped to the Salmons rising up from behind two large stumps at the edge of the woods.
"Okay platoon-" Brick began to say.
"I have an idea-" Izzy began to say.
Both behind the leftmost stump with Cameron, the two looked at one another.
"We should grab-" Brick continued.
"First we need-" Izzy continued.
A few hollow, wooden beats played and the camera zoomed in on the pair of them.
"If you would just listen to me," Brick suggested.
"Hey! I was talking!" Izzy complained.
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"I don't know," Brick shrugged. "I figured being the only one here with military experience, I'd be the one in command. But I don't mind sharing the role with Izzy."
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"Okay I should like totally be in charge," Izzy confessed. "I mean, my IQ is 188! That makes me like the smartest person here right?" The Wildcard started to laugh, "There's just like no way I shouldn't."
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The static took the scene back to the Salmons. "The first thing we need to do is decide what will be useful and acquire it," Brick told Izzy.
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"That's actually a good idea," Izzy confessed. "Okay," she shrugged. "He can be in charge."
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"But if you have a better idea," Brick said with a sincere smile. "I'm all ears!"
"That's better than what I was gonna say," Izzy said holding out her hand. "So I guess you're team captain!" Brick took the offered hand, but Izzy accidentally crushed it in the resulting shake. He whimpered in pain much to her alarm. "Oops."
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The music shifted back into something intense and dramatic as the shot cut to the Bears taking cover from the continuous volley of tennis balls behind some large rocks. Geoff, Dawn, Courtney, Jaxon, and B were shown crouching behind one formation with varying levels of fright, then the camera panned right onto Britney and Dave.
"One pass each," Britney said, looking to her right at the others. "Grab something good and make your way to-"
"Yeah!" Dave interrupted, raising his arms enthusiastically to Britney's confusion. "She's totally right, good call. I...have some dirt on my hands," he said, looking at his hands with mild panic before waving them with attempted nonchalance, "but no big deal! Let's...do what she says!"
"What?!" Courtney yelled from off-screen before Britney could respond.
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"The most important item we need to get is wood," Brick said as the scene cut back to the Salmons, "so-"
Cameron spoke up. "Actually that wheelbarrow over there should increase our carrying capacity exponentially."
"What'd he just say?" Justin asked, The Eye Candy scratching his head in confusion.
"With the wheelbarrow we can carry more stuff," Izzy translated.
The camera panned to the right, and Anne Maria who spoke up. "Well, I ain't goin' out there with all these balls flyin' around," The Jersey Girl said, ducking as another tennis ball sailed over her hair. "What if I get hit?"
Justin gasped and shielded his face, and Katie gave her an odd look. "Sadie and I will get it!" she volunteered.
"We will?" Sadie asked in confusion.
Katie sighed. "Come on Sadie, someone has to. And this'll be a great way to impress our new friends!" She got out of cover ran off to the left.
"Ooh, I didn't think of that," she said as she stood up and ran off to the left as well. Once they passed by Justin, he sighed in relief.
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The challenge music resumed as the shot cut to a close-up of B's feet as he ran along the ground, tennis balls falling around him. The camera zoomed out to show The Strong Silent Genius charging forward with his arms raised in front of him like a shield, the tennis balls bouncing off them without apparent effect. He took a step off a small boulder, and the angle shifted to show him somersaulting against the sun before he landed next to the junk pile.
He grabbed a large tire lying on the edge, hoisted it onto his back, and ran back to the left with the balls bouncing off it harmlessly.
"Whoa! Go B!" Britney cheered excitedly as the shot cut back to the other Bears still behind cover, all looking impressed.
XXX
B smugly rubbed his knuckles against his coat and blew on them with a grin.
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"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Sadie complained as the static cut away to her standing next to a wheelbarrow and getting pelted by the stream of tennis balls being fired at her. "Are you done yet Katie?"
"I got the wood!" Katie replied as she ran in from the left with an armful of wooden planks and beams. She dumped them into the wheelbarrow, then lifted its handles and ran forward scooping up Sadie along the way.
The shot cut back to the remaining five members of the Salmons. "Okay, so who's going next?" Justin asked, earning an odd look from Cameron and dreamy-eyed looks from Izzy and Anne Maria.
"Ooh, I'll go!" Izzy volunteered, raising her hand enthusiastically before running out into the common area with a cackle.
And then a cry of "Oww! Oww! Oww!" from off-screen as she was struck by tennis balls.
XXX
"It won't be long until I have this platoon acting like a finely tuned machine," Brick confessed proudly.
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"Okay," Dave said as the focus moved to him hiding behind the rocks alone, "gotta say I'm pretty impressed by the big guy."
"Yeah, he is too," Jaxon said as he crept over. "He thinks they should consider making him team captain," he said, the camera pulling back to show the rest of his teammates as he looked around at them.
Dave gave The Artist a strange look. "What are you talking about?!" he asked.
Jaxon glared at Dave. "How many times must he explain this to you. He is him!" he hissed and pointed to himself. That only seemed to confuse Dave more.
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The shot cut to the rocky plateau as a sharp riff played and a shower of sparks exploded out of the side of Chef's tennis ball turret. "Aww man, stupid piece of junk," Chef muttered in annoyance as Chris looked on. "Chris, man, where'd you even get this thing anyway?"
"I don't know," the host answered with a shrug. "Ask the interns."
"Pfft, you gotta stop givin' them their pay out of the equipment surplus," Chef said, turning his attention back to the turret.
"Hey, it worked just fine until you started using it," Chris countered as his assistant jostled the gun.
"Yeah, for the first time since they bought it," Chef replied.
Chris pursed his lips."You may have a point," he said before turning a smile to the camera. "Building supplies are being collected," he said as the capstone theme started playing. "Team Kinosewak is doing a very wood job! But Team Maskwak keeps coming back for door. You don't wanna miss any of this here, on Total! Drama! Paaaaaahkitew Island!"
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(Commercial Break)
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A loud, sharp note resumed the episode, Chris popping up in front of the camera with a hearty "We're back! The players are moving," the music shifted into something electronic and almost awestruck, "Chef is shooting, pick your favorite team and start a-rooting!"
The camera pulled back to reveal him and Chef still standing on the rocky plateau. "You are shooting, right?" the host whispered, shielding his mouth with a hand and leaning towards his assistant.
"Hold on just a minute," Chef said gruffly as he shook the Gatling gun vigorously. He then slapped the side of it causing it to fire off a single tennis ball. "Yup, I'm firin' again," he said with a dark smile.
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The shot cut back to the base of the junk pile as Brick, a coil of rope hanging from his shoulder, picked up a plank of wood. He looked up just as the music spiked dramatically, and with a gasped "Whoa!" he jumped away from the round of tennis balls shot his way, then off to the right.
Britney then entered the scene from the left, immediately looking wary as she dodged and danced around the next stream of tennis balls. "It's going to be impossible to get something with all these tennis balls," she said irately. "Luckily," she said as she reached a hand in her backpack, "I have just the thing." She pulled a tennis racket out of the bag with a smirk.
XXX
"When I was ten my parents did some video work for Wimbledon," the globetrotter explained. "So I picked up some skills there. And as for why I had the racket?" she shrugged and dropped the bag on to the ground. "I just like being prepared." She started rifling through the bag. "I've got some protein bars, bandages, snakebite kit, sunscreen, fez with a propeller. You never know."
XXX
The scene cut back to Britney batting away tennis balls with her racket. "I've got you covered!" she yelled back to her team. "Get some more wood!"
The camera cut to the remaining members of the Bears, who had come out from behind their cover. "Good," Courtney said haughtily. "Geoff, Dave, go grab the wood while it's safe."
"Wait?" Dave spoke up. "Why do I have to go? Shouldn't one of the more athletic-"
He was interrupted by Geoff grabbing his arm and dragging him off. "Come on dude!" he said jovially. "Wood's not gonna grab itself. Then it, like, wouldn't be a challenge."
"I never agreed to this!" Dave yelled fruitlessly.
XXX
Dave sighed deeply before beginning his confessional. "It's obvious I'm not really cut out for this," he said dejectedly. "The only reason I even tried out is because my cousin won the first season and my mom's convinced I can do the same."
He chuckled in a self-deprecating manner. "I'm just hoping I don't get sent home first."
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The scene skipped ahead to Britney still batting away tennis balls as Dave and Geoff ran back to their team - Geoff with a stack of wood that obstructed his head from view and Dave carrying a few pieces of sheet metal. The globetrotter glanced back at them and smiled... and in doing so left herself open to be hit in the head with a tennis ball.
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The footage flashed ahead to Jaxon frantically searching through the junk pile. "Digging through trash to find material for shelter," he mused as he lifted an old busted television. "It must be symbolic of the wastefulness of modern society."
He was then hit in the head with two tennis balls. The artist fell over with an odd, stunned look on his face, and the TV landed on his stomach.
The shot cut to Chris and Chef laughing raucously and sharing a high-five.
Another cut showed Anne Maria standing impatiently at the edge of the pile as various small items were tossed out of it by some unseen person. "Okay, why did I agree to do this again?" she said in annoyance, ducking under a brick tossed unwittingly at her and, unintentionally, a tennis ball coming from the other direction.
"Because Justin asked you to and you drooled so much you dropped your hairspray," Cameron said, leaning out from the pile as the Jersey girl gave him a scathing look.
"Besides," Brick said before she could reply, "three soldiers have a higher chance of success than just one or two."
"Yeah, yeah" Anne Maria replied in annoyance. "Don't mean I gotta like it!" Just then a tennis ball struck her in the back of her head, bouncing harmlessly off her hair with a metallic gong. She wheeled around furiously, then bent over and picked a brick up off the ground. "Hey! Watch the hair, bozo!" she yelled, throwing the brick up towards where the tennis ball had come from.
The shot cut to the brick bouncing off the edge of the rocky plateau that Chris and Chef were standing on. The two men shared a nervous look, then broke out into laughter again before Chef resumed firing.
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A flash took the scene to Dave and Courtney, once more hiding behind the cover the Bears had chosen. "Uh," Dave asked warily, "are you gonna help us at any point or...?"
The camera cut to Courtney narrowing her eyes at the stream of tennis balls. With a sharp spike in music and a dramatic "Hi-YAH!" she jumped in the air and roundhouse kicked one of the balls headed her way.
The camera move behind the ball as it flew back at a startled Chef Hatchet. The scene went black for a second as white starts and red stripes flashed across the screen, accompanying a sound like broken glass. Chef groaned in pain.
"Wowzers!" Chris said to a light tune as the camera's 'eyes' slowly blinked open, showing the smiling host standing overhead. "That girl's got some skills, huh?"
A few deep beats played as the shot returned to the central junk pile. Dave and Courtney were searching the left end, B was looking through the top of it, Cameron was sifting through the right end, and Katie and Sadie were searching the bottom. Tennis balls littered the ground around them, but none were flying through the air.
Then the airhorn suddenly blew, promptly all of them to stop what they were doing and look up from the pile – including Izzy, who rose up from under a large tire near the top. "Iiiiiiiit's building time!" Chris announced from off-screen before the shot cut to him. "Are you comin'," he turned and asked someone below and behind him, "or do you only wanna get paid for half the episode?"
Chef sat up, his right eye purple and swollen. Chris laughed and walked off, a sharp note playing as his large assistant stood with a groan and followed after.
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The scene moved to seven members of the Floating Salmons standing in a large rocky clearing, all the wood and other supplies they'd gathered lying between them. "Salmon Company," Brick said as the team's logo spun into view overhead, "under my supervision we will build the best military themed dwelling available."
"Military?" Sadie repeated as the shot cut to her and Katie sharing a questioning look to the soldier's left.
"Whoa whoa whoa," Anne Maria spoke up, shaking her hands in objection, "I ain't sleepin' in no barracks."
"What's wrong with a barracks? Izzy asked innocently. "They're a lot roomier than the movies make them look."
Anne Maria scoffed. "Look at me," she said in a vain tone, raising up a finger and moving her head from side to side. "Do you think I can survive sleepin' like a jarhead?"
"That's a good point," Justin spoke up, the camera panning over to show him standing next a pile of long wooden posts. "My modeling contracts are very strict." He took off his shirt and the camera zoomed in on his glowing chest as a dreamy pop tune began to play. "And I don't wanna risk losing this," he gestured to his well-muscled torso.
"Don't worry Justin," Katie said as the camera cut to her, Sadie, and Izzy staring at him dreamily. "We'll build it safe enough for you!" The other two girls nodded mutely.
"Thanks girls," Justin said before turning to the camera and winking.
XXX
"I'm not just another pretty face," the model said smugly, "and abs, and hair, and butt okay? I'm also a master strategist. And you folks at home should watch out because I, am in it." He crossed his arms. "To win it."
XXX
The Confused Bears' logo spun into view as the shot flashed to them, standing around a large leafless tree next to the various objects they'd managed to take from the pile.
"And the heroes banded together to discuss the next step of their quest," Jaxon narrated dramatically as the camera zoomed in on him standing at the far right next to Courtney. "What manner of dwelling should they build?"
Courtney gave the artist an odd look, then rolled her eyes. "Okay guys, we need a project manager. Since I've actually been a CIT before, I'm electing myself. Any objections?"
"Courtney wait," Dawn said as the camera cut to her and B, the silent teen looking at the pile of wood then up at the tree. "I sense B has a plan."
"Then why doesn't B tell us what his plan is?" Courtney asked as the shot pulled back to show the whole team.
"B doesn't speak," the moonchild replied. "It's all over his aura.
B shrugged and nodded his head.
"I don't know," Dave chimed in. "What do you think, Britney?" he asked, the camera focusing in on the globetrotter.
"Uhh...well, I think we should listen to B," she said. "I mean, he did build that fiery-floaty thingy."
Dawn looked at the genius, who nodded at her with a small smirk. "Okay," she said to the team. "Here's the plan."
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A military bugle started to play as the scene cut to a slow pan across a small hangar-shaped building cobbled together out of various sheets of scrap metal, the roughly curved roof patched with wood or even cloth in some places. It was nestled in between several erratic boulders of various sizes, and at the far right a shower curtain was used as the front door. Standing outside the building were the Salmons, the camera cutting to show them lined up and looking mostly satisfied.
"Well done Platoon!" Brick said in congratulations. "This isn't bad."
"It ain't good either," Anne Maria muttered under her breath.
"This looks nice!" said Chris as an oddly heroic theme played, the shot pulling back to show him descending to the far side of the barn on his jetpack. "But, putting it at ground level might not have been such a great idea."
"Why not?" Cameron asked before the music turned ominous and the ground began to shake. The camera panned to the rest of his team as they all looked around with wide, nervous eyes.
"Here comes your answer!" Chris told them with a hint of glee, the music rising as the seven teens caught sight of something and ran screaming to the left.
A large herd of moose came stampeding by, and the shot cut to the Salmons watching fearfully from some rocks. "This island is a little more wild than our last one," Chris called out over the din of the stampede.
The herd soon passed, though, and the seven teens stood from their cover with fearful, wide-eyed looks towards their hangar. The camera quick-panned over to show it apparently unharmed...before it suddenly trembled, then with a deep and dramatic chant collapsed in on itself.
"NO...!" groaned six of the teens.
Anne Maria groaned. "All that work and the stupid thing don't even hold?!"
"Excuse me?!" Katie said angrily. "We busted our butts building that thing, it's not like we expected a stampede!"
"And you didn't even help us," Sadie pointed out. "All you did was spray that hairpray in our faces."
"Hey I wanna win too," the Jersey girl said. "But I'm not riskin' my looks because of it. Justin knows what I'm talking about. He didn't do nothin' either. Right Hotstuff?"
The two best friends turned to the model who looked on with wide eyes.
"He's a professional model," Katie defended. "He could like lose his job if he got injured. You were just being lazy."
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An upbeat jazzy tune began to play as the scene cut to a slow pan across a small nestled in the top branches of the tree. While the walls all seemed to be uniformly wood; the roof was cobbled together out of various sheets of scrap metal, planks of wood, bricks, and even a tire. The seven Confused Bears all stood on a balcony of sorts and admired their handiwork.
"Whoa dude!" Geoff said in amazement from the center of the group, raising his arms before walking about their new shelter, the camera moving behind the rest of the team once more. "Looks like B really knows what he's doing."
"It's great, B," Britney said with a happy smile as the shot cut back to her, Dave by her side staring at his hands in shock and horror.
"I...really think I need to go wash my sweaty, greasy hands right now...," he said, looking almost shellshocked. "And...the rest of me, too..." he added as his teammates looked on.
"I admit it," Courtney said in a resigned tone. "We were right to listen to B."
The music suddenly turned tense as Chris flew down towards them on his jetpack. "Nice treehouse," he said while hovering above them in the air. "Good job making it moose-proof."
"Making it what now?" Britney asked in confusion before the ground began to shake.
The shot quickly cut to a close-up of the approaching herd, then back to the Bears. Their nervous faces looked down from the railing that surrounded the building, watching as the moose thundered past. The camera cut back outward to show the entire shelter as the last moose passed, and the dust began to settle.
When nothing happened, the Bears let out a collective cheer.
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A flash took the scene to another clearing, the two teams now seated on long logs with the Bears on the left and the Salmons on the right. "I'd like to say it was a hard decision," Chris said, standing between them as the music boomed dramatically, "but, let's keep it real. Team Waneyihtam Maskwak wins the challenge!" he announced, provoking a groan of disappointment from the Salmons as a tune of victory played.
The camera panned across the winners, showing B and Dawn smirking and smiling respectively, Geoff and Jaxon exchanging a high-five, Britney raising her arms and cheering prompting Dave to follow suit, and Courtney on the end silently pumping her fist to herself.
"The winners of each challenge will be rewarded this season with a take-out order from a sponsoring restaurant," he told the Bears. "This week, it's the Petting Zoo Barbecue," he said, the victorious music being replaced by a calm elevator music jingle as he took out two paper bags bearing the logo of a grinning sheep sitting in a barbecue grill. "The Petting Zoo Barbecue, someone else touched your dinner," he told the camera. "We guarantee it." He winked.
"Aww man...," Izzy groaned as the shot cut to the losers. "I could really go for some goat right now..."
"Team Pimâpotew Kinosewak," Chris walked over and told them as the music became tense again, "please go vote! One member of your team is heading home today."
The seven of them groaned.
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A few deep drum beats reopened the music as the scene faded ahead to nightfall, the full moon shining over a long-distance shot of Pahkitew Island. "Welcome to the Pahkitew Island elimination area," Chris greeted, the scene cutting to the flat hilltop that had been shown at the beginning of the episode. The traditional low, slow, and tense elimination had already begun, the fires of both the central pit and the surrounding torches had been lit, and the seven members of the Floating Salmon had seated themselves on the logs and rocks lined up to the side.
"This is where we determine who stays to play another day," Chris continued, "and who gets a one-way ticket home."
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"Aw, do I have to vote for anyone?" Izzy asked in childish disappointment. "They all seem so nice."
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"I don't get it," Brick said in astonishment. "I thought the bunker would be impenetrable. But it was... penetrated..."
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Anne Maria was spraying her hair as the next confessional began. "Uggh. I risked my looks for this? What a rip-off," she complained.
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"The votes are in," Chris said, the shot cutting to him with a tray of six marshmallows in his hand. "If I hand you a marshmallow," he picked up the first of the treats, "you're safe. Brick."
"Alright!" the soldier said from the far right end of the front row, snapping off a salute before catching the prize that was tossed to him.
"Katie and Sadie," the host continued as the camera panned to the two girl sitting alone in the back row. They hugged each other and squealed, both completely missing the marshmallows tossed their way.
"Cameron," the camera panned to the far left to show the bubble boy catching his marshmallow with a grin, "aaaaand Izzy," a short pan to the right showed the wildcard catching hers in her mouth, "you are safe."
"Anne Maria," the host said, the shot pulling back to show the Jersey girl sitting between Izzy and Brick, "your unwillingness to risk your looks for the sake of the team slowed them down. Also," he added as she shrugged uncaringly and pulled her can of hairspray from her pouf, "it's kinda hard to breathe around you." Her eyes popped open, and she put the can away with a sheepish smile.
"And Justin," the host continued as the shot cut to the model sitting with his arms crossed next to Cameron, opening his eyes and raising his brow in confusion. "You also did nothing to help your team for the sake of your looks."
"I don't think my team'll hold it against me," Justin said with a grin.
"Yeah, don't care," Chris told him with a shake of his head. "Okay!" he continued with a smile, holding up the last marshmallow as the music began to trill. "The final marshmallow goes to..."
The shot cut from a close-up of Anne Maria, looking nervously from side to side as she filed her nails, to Justin, crossing his arms and nervously looking around as the tense elimination theme continued.
"Justin," Chris finally said, tossing the last prize to the model.
Justin let out a sigh of relief, eagerly catching the marshmallow with both hands.
"What?" Anne Maria asked in confusion. "But that means-"
"You're going home," Katie said as the camera panned out to show the whole team in the shot.
"This island is named Pahkitew," Chris said as a somber elimination theme began to play. "Which, is the Cree word for 'exploding'. So, we thought it fitting that this season's mode of transportation home should be something with a bang."
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The scene rotated about itself, transitioning to Chris and Chef standing by some large object hidden under a sheet. "Without further ado," the host said dramatically, his assistant grabbing the sheet as a grandiose anthem began to play, "I give you the Boom of Abashment, the Kablam of Chagrin, this season's humiliating way home," the camera zoomed out as Chef pulled away the sheet to reveal a large cannon with alternating red and white stripes spiraling around the barrel, "the Cannon of Shame!"
The remaining Salmons gasped in shock.
"Any last words?" Chris asked dryly over a close-up of Anne Maria's head emerging from the muzzle of the cannon.
"Whatever," Anne Maria said bitterly. "I was too good for this Total Dramarama stuff anyway!"
"If you say so," Chris interrupted mirthfully as the camera cut outward to show the whole cannon and those watching it. The host pressed the button on his remote, and the cannon finally fired.
Anne Maria screamed as she was shot into the night, her former teammates watching on as the opening notes of the capstone theme played in the background.
"You know what's weird?" Chris asked as he turned from the rapidly-disappearing form of Anne Maria to face the camera. "I already don't miss her," he told it with a laugh as the capstone theme began in earnest.
"Well, that's one down and thirteen to go," he continued with a widening grin. "Who's the next human cannonball? There are just too many good choices! Tune in and find out yourself, here on Total!" The shot jumped outward to show Chef, the cannon, and the remaining Salmons. "Drama!" The next jumpcut revealed the low rocky outcropping they were standing on by the beach. "Paaaaaahkitew Island!" And the final jumpcut showed the entire island from afar, the light of the elimination area shining from the smaller rock formation linked to the island by it's natural arch.
(Roll the Credits)
Author's Note Post Script: I imagine I've made quite a few people sad by booting Anne Maria first, so I'll try and explain that to start off. Basically I formed the teams by picking the Confused Bears, and shoving the rest onto the other team. B for the jetpack gag, Dawn as a translator, Jaxon to annoy Dave, Dave because of canon, Britney for Dave's love interest, Geoff because the idea of him screaming in mid air amused me, and Courtney to take Dave's canon role as only sane man. And since there's no way B's going to lose a building challenge someone from the other team had to go home first. And since I plan on giving Katie and Sadie personalities, Brick's planned as team leader, and Justin's a good candidate for the antagonist (I haven't decided who it's going to be yet), that just left either Izzy, Cameron, or Anne Maria. And of those three, Anne Maria's the one I had the fewest ideas for. Luckily, her vanity and hairspray gag made her a believable early boot especially with Katie's personality in this universe.
So yeah. To summarize, I eliminated Anne Maria because I really had no idea what to do with her, and that made her the most expendable person in the cast. It's a shame, as I really like her canon friendship with Cameron. But that wasn't enough to justify booting Izzy, as that's who would've gotten the boot if I had emphasized said friendship here.
Regarding Katie and Sadie. Expect them to be somewhat similar to their canon counterparts, but also different in the ways that count. Katie is labeled as the Hot-Blooded because I imagine her as someone who is ruled by her emotions. Sadie is labeled as the Codependent as to sort of showcase her role as Katie's sidekick. But she's also very smart. Canon implied she's smarter than Sadie so I'm taking that and running with it. If anyone's seen the Amazing World of Gumball, just think of Katie and Sadie as Gumball and Darwin respectively.
Izzy, I'm planning on making her a mix of her Island and Action self. Meaning she's also an intelligent young woman who's a bit unpredictable. Expect her to go from flawless strategy to wondering what socks think at the drop of a hat. But even in her weirdest, the hints of intelligence will still be there. Unlike how she was just plain crazy and also stupid in World Tour.
And then there's Courtney. My least favorite character ever. Her role this season actually goes against my bias for her. I mean, she's still bossy and hypocritical, but I'll do my best not to let her All-Stars and World Tour self shine through. It should be pretty easy with the team I put her on.
As for the challenge...well, it was pretty straightforward once I knew Anne Maria would be the first boot. The Bears had to win, meaning they needed to do well in the scavenging portion of the episode. Brick and B were chosen as the two shelter-builders because they both took leadership roles (sort of) in canon season four.
Now for who I imagine voicing the Danger Island campers:
Britney - Mulan from Mulan
Jaxon - Iron Fist from Ultimate Spider-Man
But yeah. I hope I managed to keep everyone in character, it's always rough for me the first few chapters. Let me know what you thought of the cast and of the premiere as a whole, and I'll see you all next week.
Also, gotta say off the bat. I'm not shipping B/Dawn in this universe. They're one of my favorites, but I'm looking forward to more... nontraditional pairings from now on unless it's a canon one I really like.
Before I forget! I can reveal the final cast due to process of elimination. The cast of Danger Island are: Beth, Carly, Contessa, Dakota, Jasmine, Leonard, Lindsay, Max, Mitch, Olivia, Owen, Rebecca, Rodney, Scott, Terrance, and Topher
Now remember, of all of these, sixteen will move on to All-Stars 2 with each cast producing four Heroes and four Villains.
And as always I'm sure I'm forgetting to mention something.
I hope you all enjoyed the episode, or some part of it.
With that I'm signing off
-TotalDramaFan14
RDPI ELIMINATION TABLE:
14th Place: Anne Maria