Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama, Eurovision, or the trademark for Q-Tips. It'll become relevant later
It's been four weeks since chapter 1. Far from my slowest update, thank you very much
Warning: This chapter does get controversial towards the end, so brace yourselves :o
Euro-Drama Scholarised - Epiosde 1, Part 2 - U is for Underwear
The twenty-two contestants gathered downstairs in the foyer with Team Flanders in one clump and Team Wallonia in another. Carla and Hanne stood before them.
"Hope you got all that sorted out. It's time for your first challenge!" Carla announced. "Both teams will be given a roll of stickers with every letter of the alphabet."
Both she and Hanne held up rolls of large square stickers with block capitals printed on them. One roll was light yellow with black letters while the other was light red with yellow letters.
"The aim is to find an object beginning with each letter of the English-language alphabet and put a sticker on it," Hanne said. The two girls tossed the two rolls in the air, and they were caught by Maeve and Henrik.
"The rules are as follows," Carla began. "Rule 1 – once an object has been tagged by a team, the other team cannot tag the same object, or an object of the same name. This means that if Team Wallonia sticks the letter 'C' on a chair, Team Flanders cannot stick their letter C on another chair, nor can they stick a letter 'S' for seat."
"Rule 2 – you cannot peel off or damage the stickers of other teams, nor can you peel off your own stickers if you make a mistake
Rule 3 – you cannot use an adjective as a basis for a letter, unless it is a compound word – so for example, you can use 'W' for whiteboard, but you can't use 'Y' for yellow table. If you are unsure whether or not an object is eligible, Hadi and Alma are on standby for questions."
"Hi, everyone," Alma greeted over the intercom. "It's so nice to meet you all."
"Hi Alma! I'll win for you!" Stefanija shouted, waving at the ceiling.
"The camera is on the other side," Hadi said bluntly.
"Haha, sorry," Stefanija giggled.
"Hi Hadi. I'm winning for you too," Ilana said.
"Glad to be a part of the list," Hadi chuckled, which was followed by two coughs.
"Each team will be given a whiteboard to keep track of their progress," Hanne added. "Again, there is to be no tampering of the other team's whiteboard, and doing so will result in a 12 point penalty."
"Why 12?" Ilana asked.
"Because the show needs to constantly f**king remind us that, yes, Eurovision does in fact exist," Calvin remarked, his arms folded.
"Thanks for the input, Calvin," Carla said sarcastically, her arms folded tighter. "Any more questions?"
Nobody raised their hand.
"Good," Carla added, walking over to an electronic timer set up nearby. "You have thirty minutes starting…now!"
The members of Team Flanders all ran off together in one while direction, while Team Wallonia stayed put in a huddle.
[Confessional: I got kicked off a Survivor ORG for talking shit about another tribe member xD
Maeve (Ireland): [folds her arms] I like to think we have an advantage since we have three native English speakers, and Team Ned Flanders only has one. Then again, I seem to be the only person who can understand Calvin, so maybe it's not such a good thing]
"Okay, everyone, we need a game plan," Maeve whispered loudly. After a pause she added, "Any ideas?"
"I do," Lidika replied. "We split into three groups, and we split the roll into three too. That way we cover more ground and get the challenge done quicker."
"Awesome," Maeve said. "Get into teams quick, and let's win this. Go Team Wallonia! Woo!"
A few of the others 'woo'ed along with her, before getting into three different clumps. Ebba, Lidika, Raquel Maria and Maeve made up group 1; Isak, Calvin and Soren made group 2, and Tomas, Taras and Os were group 3. Ilana stood in the middle with a troubled look on her face.
"Come here, Ilana. You can be with us," Soren offered, beckoning the Israeli girl over.
"Oh, yay!" Ilana cheered, standing beside them.
"Another idea," Soren said. "Put the stickers at the bottom of objects so the other team can't see if they've been tagged."
"Ooh, I love it," Ilana squealed.
"And here we go," Maeve said, handing a piece of the roll to each of the groups. Group 1 got A-H, group 2 got I-Q and group 3 got R-Z
"Don't just stand around! Let's go!" Maeve exclaimed, grabbing Lidika and Raquel-Maria by their shirts and running off.
"Let's try upstairs," Isak suggested. "Flanders all went in one direction so it's good as ours."
"Oh, the boys room doesn't smell does it?" Ilana sighed.
"Not yet," Calvin chuckled.
"Nice one," Soren commented, when he noticed Taras put a 'W' on their whiteboard.
The eleven members of Team Flanders reached a single classroom and tried squeezing themselves through the door all at once.
"We could have planned this better," Robert groaned as he got squished by Vendredi.
"C'est la vie," Vendredi sighed.
"Alright, everyone just tag what you can! Let's beat the clock!" Brook cheered, clapping their hands.
"I have the roll. Just tell me if you need anything!" Henrik shouted.
"You should just leave it on the table," Ximo suggested as he took a 'W' sticker and placed it on the wall.
"What if the other team steals it?" Henrik asked, still holding up the roll as Sandrine and Haleme took 'B' and 'F' respectively.
"I'll stand guard!" Kees offered, raising his hand. "They'll never get past me."
The Dutch boy stood by the door. At 190 centimetres, he was almost as tall as the door itself.
Things got chaotic with at least five or six of them trying to seize the roll at a time.
"Guys, don't squabble!" Brook exclaimed as they put 'C' on a chair. "We need to be quick, but organised."
"Let's just get this over with," Henrik said, passing the roll to Robert who was on the far right.
"I'm taking 'T' for table!" Robert exclaimed. "So if you wanted to use 'T'…tough luck."
"Can anyone reach the ceiling? We can do 'L' for light," Samson suggested.
"I think I'm the tallest, but I'm kind of stuck here," Kees said, turning his head.
"I got it!" Brook squealed, taking the 'L', leaping onto a table, only to miss the light and put the sticker on the bare ceiling. "Oops."
"Nice one," Robert scowled, sitting on the table with his arms folded.
"I'm sorry," Brook said, putting their palms in the air. "It's okay. Minor setback."
"We need stickers over here!" Yoana shouted as she and Stefanija stood at the teacher's desk.
"Yes, 'S' for stapler, 'P' for pen, 'K' for calculator," Stefanija said, pointing at a few items.
"I know you can't help being stupid, but shut up," Yoana snapped, rolling her eyes.
"I've got the roll," Haleme said, skidding towards the desk and peeling a few stickers off. "You said 'S','P' and 'K'."
"No! No K!" Yoana shouted. It was too late. Haleme had already peeled it off. "Great."
"Does anyone see anything beginning with 'K'?" Stefanija called out.
"I begin with 'K'," Kees said, turning his head.
"Hmm…they never we couldn't stick them to ourselves," Yoana mused. "Operators?"
"Let me think…" Hadi said over the intercom. "We'll allow it."
"Nice," Yoana smirked. "I'll take the Y then."
"I would have thought your name began with 'Y', though I guess you could transliterate it from Cyrillic either way," Stefanija pondered.
"That's great, now make yourself useful," Yoana sighed, sticking the 'S' to Stefanija's sleeve.
[Confessional: What? He PM'd me too much and seemed desperate
Robert (Romania): Yoana is a piece of shit…I love her already. Too bad chicks never go for the neckbeard at 1 metre 65 [sighs]
Sandrine (Switzerland): [is holding a notebook with an 'N' sticker on it] I found this in one of the cupboards, it's been great for keeping track of our progress. Hopefully everyone takes it into account if we lose.]
Group 2 of Team Wallonia entered the boys bedroom of their team.
"Remember guys, I to Q," Soren reminded them as he held up the roll of stickers. "And try not to go for anything too obvious."
"Lamp!" Isak exclaimed, pointing at one of the bedside lamps.
"Okay, good. Just take the stickers as you need them," Soren said.
"Alright, sorry," Isak laughed nervously, taking the 'L' from the roll and rushing towards the lamp.
"Would the different parts of the bed work?" Calvin asked. "Ya know, mattress, pillow, etc."
"I guess so," Soren shrugged. He handed the roll to Calvin and started pacing around the room. "Hmm…what else could we use? What begins with 'K' or 'Q'. Those are going to be the hardest."
"Oh, quilt!" Calvin exclaimed.
"What?" Soren asked, raising an eyebrow.
Calvin peeled off the 'Q' and stuck it to the duvet of his bed.
"Oh you said quilt," Soren said, putting his hand on top of his head.
"Could I have a 'J'? For jacket," Ilana asked, holding up one of Os' leathers.
"Yeah. Here, girl," Calvin said, handing the roll to her.
"You shouldn't go through other people's stuff," Isak frowned as he leaned against a wall with his eyes squinted.
"Oops. Sorry," Ilana blushed.
"It should be fine. It's for the team," Soren reminded them, clasping his hands together.
"I don't know – I wouldn't like people going through my things," Isak sighed.
"N-n…o-o," Soren sounded out aloud as he continued to pace back. "Does anyone else see anything? Beginning 'N' or 'O' or 'I'?"
"I can't say anything else is coming to me," Calvin said as he put his hand through his thick hair.
"Oh, oh, oil! Almond oil!" Ilana exclaimed, standing back up.
"Sure, we've got plenty of that," Soren said sarcastically, folding his arms.
Ilana let out a loud laugh, "Haha. I meant I have some. In the girls' room."
"Let's go then," Isak said, leading the rest of them out.
"Why do you have almond oil, out of curiosity?" Soren asked as he and Ilana rushed down the stairs.
"For my skin. It keeps my face nice and smooth," Ilana replied, rubbing her cheeks.
[Confessional: The author once tried filing his nails with an electric razor
Soren (Denmark): Ilana has quite a bit of acne on her face – not exactly the smooth skin she advertised. [sighs] I wish I had that kind of confidence.
Isak (Sweden): I'm not sure what to think of these guys. Calvin is cool, but Soren just stands around like he owns the place, and Ilana is…weird. She seems like one of those people who would have to think to breathe.]
The other four girls of Team Wallonia had entered another classroom.
"Hmm…paintbrushes and a sink. Looks like an arts and crafts room," Maeve noted as she held the roll. "Come on, girls. Let's get searching."
"Oh, 'C' for chair!" Raquel-Maria exclaimed, holding out her hand for the roll.
"No, that's too obvious," Lidika commented. "The other team might have got it by now."
"Okay, how about ceiling?" Raquel-Maria suggested, grabbing the 'C' from the roll and leaping on top of the counter. Maeve watched in fascination while the other two girls took to opening the cupboards to search for more objects
"I see some poster paint, sticky tape, Pritt stick…" Lidika said.
"Glue! Pritt stick is glue!" Maeve exclaimed, rushing over to the Polish girl.
"What is all this stuff?" Ebba asked as she sat on the ground and looked through the lower cupboards. "Salt shakers, jugs, mugs…"
"It must be stuff for still life," Maeve suggested, squatting down to her level. "Ooh, ooh, wine bottles!"
She grabbed one, but lost her grip and left it to smash on the floor.
"Ahh!" Ebba shouted, quickly leaping for cover.
"It's okay. There's another one," Maeve said, picking up another bottle and placing it on the counter. "Lidika, the roll."
"Hm? Oh yes," Lidika replied, turning to face her. "Your hand!"
"Huh?" Maeve looked at her left palm, which had a bleeding cut. "Aw feck."
"Oh my gosh," Alma said over the intercom. "Maeve, come downstairs."
"It's okay. I'm fine," Maeve protested.
"You don't have a choice. Insurance and that," Hadi added.
"Go on then," Maeve groaned, standing back up.
"Take the roll. F is for 'first-aid kit," Ebba suggested.
"Good idea," Maeve grinned, marching out of the room with the roll.
"And felt-tips," Lidika frowned, holding a plastic bag full of them.
"Oh, lighten up. I need a break after all that running," Ebba sighed.
"We should at least line up some more stuff for when she comes back," Lidika said, looking through the lower cupboards. "What else is in the still life section? A wine glass, an apple…"
She took the apple and placed it on the counter.
[Confessional: I have a seven hour singing seminar today…f**k me
Raquel-Maria (Portugal): That challenge got boring pretty quickly. Those girls were taking it way too seriously.
Maeve (Ireland): That cut was a blessing in disguise. Not only did I tag the first-aid kit, but there was also eye wash and…[snaps her fingers a couple of times]…there was some rash cream that had a scientific name that began with 'h' but it's already slipped my mind.]
The last group of Team Wallonia had begun exploring one of the science labs.
"Hmm," Tomas mumbled aloud as he ran his finger along some small chemical bottle. "Hey, there's somethin' beginning with 'V'. Vanna-dee-um."
"Let me see," Os said, standing next to him. "Vanadium."
The boys had already stuck 'S' to a sign on the door that said 'scheikunde lab', and 'T' to a test tube.
"There must be something beginning with 'R' in here," Taras sighed. "I don't know what half of this stuff is in English."
"What about a retard stand?" Tomas suggested.
"A what?" Os snorted.
"Ugh…it's somethin' we used in experiments. It's a pole with these snippy things on the side…I'm not good at explaining it," Tomas sighed.
"What about rubber gloves?" Taras asked, emerging from behind one of the tables with a box of them.
"I thought they said no adjectives," Os pointed out.
"'Rubber' is a noun though," Taras pointed out. "Like, you could say these are gloves, but you could also say that they're rubber."
"Hadi and Alma?" Os called. "Are rubber gloves allowed?"
"Yeah," Hadi replied. "What Taras said kind of made sense."
"Yes!" Taras cheered, pumping his fist.
"We still have 'U','X','Y' and 'Z'," Tomas sighed. "We're gonna have a mighty job finding anything beginning with those."
"The only x-words I know are x-ray and xylophone," Taras said.
"Maybe there's a music room," Os suggested.
"I like how you think – let's go," Tomas said, and the three of them dashed out of the lab.
[Confessional: I'm on a roll…with mayonnaise instead of butter thank you very much
Tomas (Lithuania): My team is pretty meh so far. I mean, Taras and Os are cool, but then you got that weird Scottish guy and the blonde betas in the corner.
I don't really know any of the girls that well yet. I can't even picture any of them in my head, but I do know one of them has giant boobs.
Taras (Russia): Am I the only who thinks Tomas sounds constipated? Haha, Americans are strange things.]
"10 minutes down, 20 to go!" Carla announced. Or it might have been Hanne. It was hard to tell.
Axel's eyes went wide when he saw the eleven members of Team Flanders pour into the cafeteria.
"Look, just what we needed!" Brook exclaimed with their signature voice crack, pointing at the fruit bowl. It was of note that they had an 'E' sticker on their ear. "Who has the stickers?"
"Me. They're right here!" Samson shouted from the back of the group. He passed them to Ximo, who passed them to Sandrine.
"Oh my God, just toss them or something," Yoana sighed.
"I've got them – 'g' for grapes, 'p' for pear, 'o' for orange," Brook began as they sorted through the bowl.
"I'm ahead of you on oranges!" Haleme announced, holding up one of her plastic ones.
"Hey, people are going to eat those!" Axel protested.
"And 'a' for apple," Brook concluded. "Where can we look next?"
"How about the kitchen?" Robert suggested.
"Non, non!" Axel shouted. "For me only. Not the contestants. Is against the rules!"
"Oh come on!" Brook protested.
"There's so much stuff the other team wouldn't get," Haleme added.
Almost everyone on Team Flanders joined in with the arguing, but Axel shouted back, not at all ready to budge.
"Ahem!" Vendredi coughed loudly, standing inside the counter with the kitchen door wide open.
"Nice one!" Kees exclaimed as he and rest of the team barged past Axel and walked into this new room.
"But…but…it was locked!" Axel protested as Brook stuck a 'D' on the kitchen door.
[Confessional: Salmon makes you younger
Vendredi (France): [sighs] Looks like I've filled my 'not getting eliminated' quota for the day]
"No! No! You must stop immediately!" Axel cried as he watched Team Flanders pull everything out of the cupboards.
"I found some desserts," Henrik said. "We haven't used 'I', right?"
"No – ice cream I assume?" Ximo asked as he rushed over with the roll.
"Yeah – the amount of sugar that's in these…" Henrik sighed, only to realise Ximo had handed him the roll and walked off.
"Jelly!" Stefanija shouted from a cupboard nearby, holding up a plastic pack. "Give me the roll! I need a 'J'!"
"Here," Henrik said, handing it to her.
"Well, I just happened to find something beginning with 'M'," Yoana said with an exaggerated smile.
"Oh, what is it?" Stefanija asked, only for Yoana to place the 'M' sticker on top of her mouth. "Mouth."
"Mm mm," Stefanija sighed in response.
"How many letters left?" Henrik asked as he stood back up.
"Only 3. 'Q', 'U' and 'Z'," Yoana told him. "And I doubt we're going to find any zebras in here."
"We should start with 'U'. That's probably the easiest of the three," Henrik suggested. "What begins with 'U'?"
"Hmm…only answers I'm coming up with are dirty," Robert chuckled.
Yoana shot him a scowl, "Now that's out of the way…"
"Umbrella?" Ximo suggested.
"It's a start," Yoana shrugged.
[Confessional: I should but I'll itch
Yoana (Bulgaria): I have mixed feelings on Robert. On the one hand, I kind of appreciate how he laughs off his backstory, but on the other hand, ew, what a creep.]
Ebba, Lidika, Raquel-Maria and Maeve paced through one of the corridors, having completed all eight of their letters.
"Come on, where could they be?" Maeve sighed impatiently.
"Look, it's that Italian guy," Raquel-Maria said, pointing ahead.
"Os, over here!" Maeve exclaimed, and the boys of group 3 noticed and rushed over to them.
"Hello," Os greeted. "How are you?"
"We've used all of our stickers," Maeve said. "What about you?"
"We still have U, Y and Z," Tomas sighed.
"I saw a yearbook in the principal's office. We could use that," Ebba suggested.
"Excellent!" Maeve squealed.
The seven of them rushed down the stairs, only to bump into Ilana, Isak, Calvin and Soren.
"Hey guys. How have you been?" Isak asked.
"I'll carry on ahead before the rest of you forget," Lidika offered, grabbing Group 3's roll and heading for the head teacher's quarters.
"We've done all our letters," Maeve told Isak. "But they still have 'U' and 'Z',"
"Damn. We still have K and N," Isak told her.
"'N'? I thought that would be easy," Tomas said. Soren and Calvin sent him looks, and Tomas added, "Not that I have any suggestions."
"Why does Ilana have a sticker on her?" Raquel-Maria asked, noting the 'I' on Ilana's right breast.
"We noticed some of Team Flanders had stickers on them," Ilana said.
"None of us happen to begin with the remaining letters, do we?" Isak asked.
"What about Zeferino? He begins with 'Z'," Raquel-Maria suggested.
"That's a great idea!" Maeve exclaimed, snapping her finger. "But where would the staff be?"
"We saw some out of bounds corridor, didn't we?" Tomas said, giving Os a nudge.
"Oh yes," Os nodded. "I heard voices coming from it. It might be the staff lodge."
"Take me with you!" Raquel-Maria shouted. "I must meet my idol."
"I don't see why not," Tomas shrugged.
"You four go find Zef. The rest of us can sort out the rest of the letters," Maeve instructed.
"Uh-huh," Tomas nodded, tearing their roll in half and giving Maeve the 'U'.
They walked off, and Ilana piped up, "Katerina! Her name begins with 'K'."
"But Macedonia isn't in this season, so I doubt she's here," Soren pointed out.
"Besides, she's sort of…missing," Calvin reminded them.
"What do you mean?" Isak asked in concern.
"I'll explain later," Calvin said.
"Ten minutes remaining!" one of the Belgian twins announced over the loudspeaker.
"There's no time to lose!" Maeve exclaimed. "Girls, this way."
"Does that include me?" Ilana asked, her face lighting up.
"Yes," Maeve sighed. "Come on."
"I was thinking of staying behind and waiting for Lidika," Ebba said.
Maeve let out a scoff, before running off with Ilana.
"Come on, boys," Soren said, patting Isak and Calvin on the back.
"Yeah, coming," Calvin sighed as the three of them rushed off in a different direction.
[Confessional: Torn between writing and watching 'Down The Rabbit Hole'
Maeve (Ireland): About a minute after we headed off, Ilana screamed 'U, U is for underwear' at the top of her voice, and if that hadn't been a valid answer, I probably would have smacked her.]
Team Flanders rushed into another classroom, desperately searching for anything that began with their three remaining letters.
They all ran around in no particular pattern, when Haleme pointed ahead and gasped, "Umbrella!"
Everyone else turned their heads and erupted in cheers and cries.
"Haleme, the honours are yours, girl," Brook said, handing the Azerbaijani girl the roll of stickers.
Haleme squealed as she peeled off the 'U' and placed it on the umbrella in a stand next to the chalkboard.
"Alright, just two letters to go!" Kees cheered. He was jumping about like a child.
"Hey, I was thinking…" Sandrine said.
"What words begin with 'Z'!?" Brook shouted. "There's zebra, zoo, zip…"
"CAN I TALK!?" Sandrine screamed.
"Oh, oh, yes sorry," Brook said, a little embarrassing.
"I just thought – aren't cotton buds called Q-tips in America?" Sandrine said.
"I have cotton buds," Yoana said.
"So do I," Sandrine smiled back. "What do you think?"
"Q-tips it is," Yoana shrugged.
With that, Team Flanders set off once again.
Samson was at the back of the pack, but ran to the front to get next to Sandrine.
"Sandrine, is it?" Samson greeted.
"Yes, that's me," Sandrine smiled.
"Well…Brook just said zip began with 'Z', and it reminded me – my jacket has a zip," Samson said.
"It does!" Sandrine gasped. "Guys, Samson found a 'Z'."
Samson smiled as he stucked the 'Z' sticker to the front of his jacket.
"That means we've used every letter!" Robert commented.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" Stefanija cheered, her voice still muffled by the 'M' sticker over her mouth.
[Confessional: Toni-i-i-ight…we are middle-aged
Samson (Belgium): I think I made a reasonable contribution today. I really don't want to be eliminated first.]
Axel let out a yelp as Soren, Isak and Calvin entered the cafeteria.
"No! No! The other team already raided me!" he shouted, blocking the metal kitchen door.
"Alright, calm yourself Frenchy," Calvin said dryly. He turned to leave when Axel added, "Just stick to the dining area."
"Why? Did they not search there?" Soren asked, walking over to the tables. "Knife begins with 'K'."
"Oh, and 'N' is for napkin," Isak added.
"We've f**king slayed this s**t!" Calvin cheered.
"High fives, everyone!" Isak exclaimed, holding up his palms, and the other two boys returned at the same time.
Calvin let out a laugh followed by a sigh, "Do you think Ilana will tell the girls about 'U' is for underwear?"
"I'm sure she remembered at some point," Soren said.
"Maybe we better go check," Isak suggested.
He ran out of the cafeteria, and the other two shrugged and followed behind.
[Confessional: I know who told Mordecai
Calvin (United Kingdom): That was a fun challenge, aye. Got to hang out with Isak, the pure tidy bastard. Like seriously he is so cute I want to squeeze his face.
Soren…not sure what to say about him. He seems nice enough but he likes to be the big boss sometimes.
And Ilana, aye, she's a bit naïve, but a good laugh. I got my own opinions on the old Israeli state but she's nothing like them higher ups.
Soren (Denmark): Good challenge all in all. Isak and Calvin are pretty fun to hang out with – they'll be good to have during down-time, though I'm not sure I'll be able to get them in an alliance.
Ilana on the other hand? I might have less trouble getting her to vote with me…]
Raquel-Maria bobbed up and down in excitement as Taras knocked on the door of the former contestants' quarters.
"Easy. We need to win this," Tomas said, putting a hand on Raquel-Maria's shoulder.
"Sorry it's just…it's Zeferino!" Raquel-Maria squealed.
Eloise answered the door, "Hello?"
"Hi, Eloise. Can we see Zeferino?" Taras asked.
"Why?" Eloise asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Well, we sort of need him to win our challenge," Tomas said, scratching his neck.
Eloise nodded slowly, and then said, "Hang on for one second."
She shut the door and walked off.
"Don't forget to mention that it's Raquel-Maria's team!" the Portuguese girl shouted.
The door opened, and Zeferino stood in the frame. His hair was shaved at the sides and he wore a sleeveless red t-shirt
"Hi everyone – it's very nice to meet you all," he said with a warm smile. "Do I see the Raquel-Maria in person?"
"Yes! Yes you do!" Raquel-Maria squealed.
"Yeah, yeah," Tomas said, starting to get impatient. "We need you to win our challenge. You begin with 'Z', which means you can wear this 'Z' sticker here."
"No problem. Anything to help out my country," Zeferino chuckled.
"May I?" Raquel-Maria asked Tomas, who sighed and gave her the roll. She peeled off the sticker and placed it on Zeferino's chest. "Ooh, have you been working out?"
"Yeah, just weights and stuff," Zeferino replied, his eyes going wide as Raquel-Maria laughed nervously.
"Attention, this is Carla speaking!" At least they clarified this time. "Both teams have used all 26 of their stickers. Report back to the main entrance and we'll announce the results."
"Bye-bye," Taras said, giving Zeferino a wave.
"It's been nice meetin' you dude," Tomas added, tipping his baseball cap.
"We can talk again, right?" Raquel-Maria asked.
"Definitely. Now go and win," Zeferino said encouragingly, and the two of them shared a hug.
[Confessional: Get a one-bedroom apartment!
Raquel-Maria (Portugal): [sighs] He's just as dreamy in real life.]
Team Flanders and Team Wallonia gathered in their two clumps as Carla and Hanne stood before them. The latter was looking to her left and her right.
"I see neither team decided to use the whiteboard," she noted.
"They weren't very practical," Maeve commented.
"We just used a notebook," Sandrine said, holding up hers.
"Anyway," Carla continued. "Both teams managed to use all 26 of their stickers – however, both teams also accumulated a number of penalties."
Robert glared at Brook, who gulped.
"The team with the lower number of penalties wins invincibility, while the other team will send someone home. Team Flanders, you got…"
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"4 penalties."
"Oh my God," Kees groaned, facepalming.
"Let's go through them one by one," Hanne said. "First, Brook tagged an apple after Team Wallonia tagged one."
"What? Where did they find one?" Brook protested.
"In the art room. I assume it was for still life," Lidika responded.
"Next, Brook stuck the 'L' sticker on the ceiling, instead of the light," Carla continued.
"Sorry guys," Brook sighed.
"Next, Yoana stuck a sticker on Stefanija's mouth when the girl already had the 'S' sticker on her sleeve," Hanne added.
"Whoops," Yoana sighed, ripping the 'M' sticker off.
"Ouch!" Stefanija yelped, clutching her mouth.
"And finally…Q-tips are a brand, and Sandrine's cotton buds were not of that kind," Carla concluded.
"What? How come Hadi never pointed that out?" Sandrine complained.
"You never asked," Carla shrugged. "As for Team Wallonia…"
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"…you got one penalty. Calvin, a duvet is not a quilt."
"Ah well," Calvin shrugged.
"Does this mean we won?" Isak asked excitedly.
"Yes it does!" Hanne exclaimed. "Team Wallonia – you all get to play for another day. As for Team Flanders – one of you will be the first boot. Voting is the same as seasons one and two – 3 points to your first choice, 2 to your second choice, and 1 to your third."
The members of Team Wallonia all jumped up and down in delight.
Lidika and Ebba hugged each other, as did Tomas and Taras. Isak threw his hands in the air and let everyone high five him.
[Confessional: Never have I ever master
Samson (Belgium): [sighs] Looks like I might be first out. I mean, I'd like to think I've made a good impression, but…you can never tell in these shows.
Kees (Netherlands): I think I'm safe for tonight, but I have no idea who I'm going to vote for. Everyone played their part as far as I can see.
Robert (Romania): [groans] Brook has got on my last nerve, but I can't get rid of him without people calling me a 'bigot' or whatever. I'll just play my cards and hope for the best.]
The members of Team Flanders made their way back to their dormitories – the girls' one being downstairs, and the boys' upstairs.
"Hey," Henrik greeted as he caught up with Samson.
"Oh, hi," Samson sighed, looking down at his shoes.
"Are you alright?" Henrik asked in concern.
"Yes. Well, mostly," Samson replied. "It's just…it's in the back of my mind that I'm going to get eliminated."
"You won't," Henrik assured him. "Do you know who you're voting for?"
"No," Samson said. "You?"
"I have some people in mind," Henrik stated. He turned into the bathroom corridor, and beckoned for Samson to follow him. "I think either Robert or Yoana."
"I don't know Yoana that well but Robert seems nice enough," Samson commented.
"Well, my first choice is Yoana," Henrik said. "She keeps making all these negative comments, not to mention she seems to be bullying Stefanija."
"Huh," Samson nodded. "That sounds good. So 3 to Yoana, and 2 to Robert."
"Yea."
"Who should we give 1 to?"
"I suppose that's up to you," Henrik shrugged. "Though I'd probably go with Vendredi. She doesn't really say much, and always seems angry."
"Yoana, Robert, Vendredi. Got it."
[Confessional: baited
Henrik (Iceland): [hands behind back] I'm disappointed that we lost, but maybe it's a good opportunity to get rid of all the negativity on the team. People never give morale enough credit.
Vendredi (France): [sighs] I'm voting for Haleme – she is way too happy all the time. It scares me. Dis-honourable mentions go to Brook and Stefanija.
Yoana (Bulgaria): Stefanija can f**k off. That's all I'll say.]
Haleme lay on her bed, sighing as she tossed one of her plastic oranges in the air.
"This sucks," Sandrine sighed as she examined one of her stinkbombs.
"I know," Haleme agreed, sitting up. "Do you have any idea who to vote for?"
"Hmm…what about Robert?" Sandrine suggested. "He's kind of a creep."
"Okay," Haleme shrugged. "I mean, I'd feel bad since his parents are dead, but I'll get over it."
"His parents are dead?" Sandrine gasped.
"Yeah, he mentioned it when he arrived," Haleme said. "I assume it was a long time ago since he doesn't seem that bothered."
"Huh," Sandrine nodded. "What about 2 and 1?"
"Ugh, I forgot about that," Haleme sighed. "Hmm…what about Vendredi?"
She gestured towards the French girl, who was flopped on her bed, assumedly wallowing in misery.
"She did help us get into the kitchen though," Sandrine pointed out.
"Yeah, but she clearly doesn't want to be here. Maybe it's for her own good," Haleme pointed out. "She'll still be our second choice."
Sandrine sighed, "That's fair enough."
[Confessional: Bebe from Total Drama Ocean Cruise may be the funniest OC ever
Brook (Australia): I came upstairs to the girls' room and Sandrine and Haleme asked if I wanted to vote with them, and, you know, I was all like 'hell yes'.
I'm okay with getting rid of Robert. I haven't talked to him at all – I get the low-key feeling that he's avoiding me [giggles] probably all in my head.]
Yoana walked into the girls' room, only to notice Stefanija standing next to her bed, beaming.
"Are you on anti-depressants?" Yoana remarked, her hands on her hips.
"Look, I made your bed, and organised the rest of your clothes!" Stefanija exclaimed brightly.
"Oh my God, fuck off," Yoana smirked, putting her hand to her face.
"Do you want to know who I'm voting for?" Stefanija asked.
"Not really," Yoana replied, sitting down on her bed.
"I'm voting for Vendredi. She's very violent," Stefanija said, gesturing towards the French girl.
"Violent?" Yoana snorted, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, people like her just aren't compatible with us, if you know what I mean," Stefanija continued.
Yoana fell on her bed laughing, "Hahahaha! You are so full of s**t."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Stefanija shrugged. "My 2 and 1 are Samson and Kees. Belgians act all innocent, but in reality…"
"Please, please, go away," Yoana said, still squeaking with uncontrollable laughter. "Give me some time to breathe."
"Okay…maybe later," Stefanija shrugged.
As the Croatian girl walked off, Brook, Haleme and Sandrine all looked at Yoana with raised eyebrows as she continued to roar like a mental patient.
[Confessional: Northern girl, frosty eyes, I'm gonna melt you
Yoana (Bulgaria): [wipes a tear from eye] Did Stefanija seriously just say that she hates Arabs on international television? Like, at least wait a few more episodes before crossing that line.
Stefanija (Croatia): As I was saying, I'm giving 2 points to Samson. Belgians act like victims even though they had no problem cutting off the hands of people in the Congo. True story. Don't even get me started on the Dutch…]
"…and, yeah, that's how I got attacked by a sheep," Henrik concluded as he and Samson sat on their beds.
"That's brutal!" Samson exclaimed.
"Hey guys," Kees greeted as he and Ximo came over to them.
"Hello, Kees," Henrik greeted. "And…oh, it's on the tip of my tongue."
"Ximo," Ximo said.
"Ximo. I'll remember that," Henrik nodded.
"Anyway, we don't know who to vote for. Do you have any ideas?" Kees asked.
Samson and Henrik looked at each other hesitantly.
"Yes," Henrik said slowly.
"We're voting for Yoana," Samson told them.
"Yoana? May I ask why?" inquired Kees.
"She just doesn't seem very nice. She's always at Stefanija," Henrik said.
"Hmm…I noticed that," Ximo said. "It didn't seem like anything that bad, and Stefanija wasn't too bothered by it."
"Maybe she did say 'stop' but Yoana ignored her," Henrik said. "I just really don't like bullies."
Samson nodded in agreement and Kees shrugged, "It's not like we have any other ideas."
"Okay, Yoana it is," Ximo said. "Should we tell Robert too?"
Henrik and Samson's eyes went wide.
"R-Robert?" Samson stuttered.
"Yeah, I just think it would be a shame to all vote together and leave him out," Ximo said.
"Er…I don't know," Henrik said, beginning to sweat.
"We don't have to mention your name. We'll just say we all agreed on it," Kees suggested.
"Okay, if you want," Henrik shrugged.
"Hey fellas. What are you all talking about?" Robert greeted as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Robert," Kees grinned as he and Ximo walked over. "Could we have a word?"
"I already apologised about earlier…" Robert sighed.
"It's not about that," Kees assured him.
[Confessional: Il y a un snake
Robert (Romania): So…Kees and Ximo want to vote off Yoana. Something about her being a bully…can you blame the girl? Stefanija does seem very clingy.
But I'm not sure if I have a choice. I've given up getting rid of Brook tonight – I thought about getting Samson on my side, but it's too risky at this point. And I feel I am going to get some votes since I didn't exactly make a good first impression.
I want to carry on in this game, and if it means the Sarcasm Queen gets eliminated, it is what it is.]
Vendredi remained flopped on her bed with her eyes shut when Yoana approached her.
"Hey, girlfriend," she said, giving her a couple of pokes.
"Arrrgh!" Vendredi screamed, sitting up in shock. "Leave me alone."
"I only want a minute," Yoana told her. "I just needed to tell you something."
"Fine. What?" Vendredi groaned.
"I just think you should know that Stefanija said she's voting for you because you're brown," Yoana said.
"Oh," Vendredi nodded.
"Yeah, something about how Arabs are violent and incompatible with Europe…crazy stuff."
"Okay."
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"No. Not really," Vendredi admitted. "But I can vote for Stefanija if you want. She's pretty annoying. But only if we can get rid of Haleme next time."
"Sure," Yoana shrugged. "It's been nice talking to you."
"I can't say the same," Vendredi groaned.
[Confessional: Urrgh…only ten minutes
Vendredi (France): Yoana is definitely bluffing. Who would say that on television? But if she wants Stefanija gone, who am I to stop her?]
The eleven members of Team Flanders sat at two of the tables in the foyer. The boys sat at one table, while the girls plus Brook sat at the other.
"Contestants, this is the first marshmallow ceremony of the season," Carla announced as the two girls stood at a podium with ten marshmallows on a plate. "You have all cast your votes and made your decision. 10 of you are safe, while one of you will be going home."
"Tonight, all of you got at least one point, though some of you are safer than others," Hanne said. "If I call your name, you are safe. We will start with the people who got the least votes and work our way up from there…"
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"Sandrine."
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"Henrik."
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"Kees."
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"Samson."
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"Ximo."
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"Brook."
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"Haleme."
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"Stefanija."
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"Robert."
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The boy's mouth dropped open as his name was called out.
"Thanks, guys!" he grinned as he joined the rest of them.
"Vendredi, Yoana, tonight's vote was extremely tight, but one of you got more points than the others," Carla told them.
Vendredi's mouth was wide open in shock. Yoana tried to stay calm but she was shaking a bit.
"The last marshmallow for tonight goes to…"
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"…Yoana."
"Yes," Yoana cheered, before getting up to take the last treat.
Vendredi put her head in her hands and began to sob.
"Hey, hey, don't be like that," Yoana said, sitting back down beside her. "I didn't vote for you."
"Of course you didn't," Vendredi growled, looking up. "You were too busy targeting Stefanija."
"I wasn't lying earlier," Yoana said. "She really did say she hated Arabs."
Vendredi frowned, "In that case, kick her ass."
"I will," Yoana assured her. She held out her arms for a hug, and Vendredi took one look at her and said, "No."
With that, she got up and walked out through the automatic doors. A chorus of 'bye's and 'we'll miss you's sent her off.
"And that was the ceremony!" Hanne announced. "The rest of you can head down to the cafeteria. Dinner's about to start."
Once the ten remaining members of Team Flanders had walked off, the twins turned to another camera.
"Vendredi is the first person to leave," Carla said. "Mostly for barely saying anything, but also due to racism."
"Yeah, Stefanija is going to kill Twitter once this airs," Hanne sighed. "Though I think people will have a right to be angry in this case."
Carla shrugged in response, and concluded, "21 contestants remain. How will the first elimination shake up the team? What will the next challenge be? And will audiences be able to tell us apart? Find out next time on Euro…Drama…Farmyard!"
Votes –
Brook –
3pts: Robert
2pts: Vendredi
1pt: Henrik
Haleme –
3pts: Robert
2pts: Vendredi
1pt: Ximo
Henrik –
3pts: Yoana
2pts: Robert
1pt: Vendredi
Kees –
3pts: Yoana
2pts: Vendredi
1pt: Haleme
Robert –
3pts: Yoana
2pts: Brook
1pt: Vendredi
Samson –
3pts: Yoana
2pts: Robert
1pt: Vendredi
Sandrine –
3pts: Robert
2pts: Vendredi
1pt: Ximo
Stefanija –
3pts: Vendredi
2pts: Samson
1pt: Kees
Vendredi –
3pts: Stefanija
2pts: Haleme
1pt: Brook
Ximo –
3pts: Yoana
2pts: Vendredi
1pt: Sandrine
Yoana –
3pts: Stefanija
2pts: Haleme
1pt: Brook
Vendredi – 16 pts
Yoana – 15 pts
Robert – 13 pts
Stefanija – 6 pts
Haleme – 5 pts
Brook – 4 pts
Samson – 2 pts
Ximo – 2 pts
Henrik – 1 pt
Kees – 1 pt
Sandrine – 1 pt
Eliminated: Vendredi
Team Flanders: Brook, Haleme, Henrik, Kees, Robert, Samson, Sandrine, Stefanija, Ximo, Yoana
Team Wallonia: Calvin, Ebba, Ilana, Isak, Lidika, Maeve, Os, Raquel-Maria, Soren, Taras, Tomas
Yeah, even I'm pretty shocked by that. When I was putting together the votes for this elimination, I typed them into Excel one by one, and covered them with the black fill tool as soon as they were final. This means that I had no idea who was going to get eliminated until I counted the votes at the end.
So while I was figuring out who was voting for whom, I constantly panicked over whether Robert or Yoana would be the first boot. Both of them are characters I've really enjoyed writing for so far and I knew it would suck letting one of them go...so imagine my shock when Vendredi manages to edge both of them out.
As for Vendredi herself - her whole shtick was supposed to be that she would be an introverted character who would never really come out of her shell, but she'd be kept around for doing well in challenges. But it looks like even that couldn't help her in this case.
Oh well, eliminating anyone wasn't going to be fun. I spent two years creating these characters and it's like having to choose between my 22 children.
Please review whatever your opinion and fav and follow if you like. I'll see you next time :)
