Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama.
Note: Sorry for the long wait guys; I was focusing on my other stories and Tweenabet fell a bit in terms of my priorities. But I have been feeling inspired recently and so here is the first part of episode four. Enjoy!
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Chris stood on the Dock of Shame ready to give the intro to the episode; standing beside him and fiddling with her hair was Lindsay. It was currently night time.
"Welcome to the fourth episode of Total Drama Tweenabet." Greeted Chris. "Joining me for today's recap is Lindsay."
"Hi Chip, when did you get here?" Greeted Lindsay.
"It's Chris, and I've been here the whole time." Stated Chris. "Anyway, last time on Total Drama Tweenabet the tweens started to form some alliances; Gilda formed the CPN alliance with Betilla, Edith and Ivy while Quadesh continued to try and take control of the game as did Ub. Xadrian created some fake Chris Idols and Otis managed to find the Gwen Idol. All of this was before the first challenge began."
"Qualleeny reminds me of Heathy except she seems to like politics … I wonder if she'll fall in love with Ug; that would be so cute!" Giggled Lindsay.
"I doubt it … and how can you get wrong a name of only two letters?" Blinked Chris. "Anyway, the twenty five campers were split into five teams of five, each named after a colour. The challenge was to find five chests of puzzle pieces that matched the team's colour, bring them back to me so I could unlock them and then arrange them to make a picture. The Grimy Greens excelled due to Otis picking the locks while the Blobby Blues did poorly due to Sampson lazing about and doing nothing. The Yucky Yellows also had difficulty since Gilda tried to subtly throw the challenge. And the Rowdy Reds and Pesky Purples were somewhere in the middle. Say, Lindsay, do you remember what 'edit' Gilda going for?"
"I totally remember." Nodded Lindsay. "It was Complex personality Positive right?"
"Close … it was actually the exact opposite; Complex Personality Negative." Corrected Chris. "Anyway, in the end it was the Blobby Blues and the Yucky Yellows who lost and so they both went to the S.S Elimination. It looked like Sampson was destined to go … but he pulled out a fake twist that stated he was planted in the game to cause drama and wasn't an actual contestant and thus couldn't be voted out. The other campers bought this and so Flynn ended up being the second person voted out."
"He reminded me of those shopping channel adverts that daddy sometimes watches." Remarked Lindsay. "So, how many contestants are left? I've lost count."
"Twenty four … and by the end of this episode it will be twenty three. Do you have anyone you're rooting for?" Asked Chris.
"I like Kally, she's really nice. But Zoey is a sweetie as well. Like everyone except for the people I don't like." Explained Lindsay.
"I see…" Nodded Chris. "So, will any of the tweens find any idols? Will Joanne continue to be a strat bot? Will Yoko learn more about the real word? Will Xadrian create any more fake idols or kill any animals? Will Ivy talk about something other than the cold? How will the teams be divided in the next challenge? And who will be the next person voted off?"
"Find out right now on Total Drama Beanabet!" Exclaimed Lindsay.
"Tweenabet." Corrected Chris.
(Theme song, I wanna be famous)
The eleven male contestants had all chosen rooms and roommates for the night and were all getting ready for bed. Currently Donald, Otis and Sampson were in one of the rooms. Donald and Sampson were each in one of the bottom bunks while Otis was on the bunk above Donald. The current subject of conversation was the big move that Sampson had pulled off at the previous elimination ceremony.
"So … you're a plant in this game and you cannot be voted out?" Asked Donald. "That would have been nice to know a little sooner."
"I wasn't allowed to tell anyone." Shrugged Sampson. "I was just following orders; you all know I never put effort into things, I'm just doing that the producers asked me to."
"Well it certainly changes things a bit." Noted Donald. "So, just to get things straight, you can't be voted out … but you can vote at elimination ceremonies? I find that a little unfair; I thought that since you're a drama maker you should just antagonize people and not affect the game. If you can vote but always be immune to elimination then it'll affect the outcome."
"Donald is right; what kind of show has fake contestants?" Asked Otis.
"Several; the Joe Shmoe Show only has a single real contestant and the first season of Robot Wars had three fake contestants to make up numbers." Replied Sampson. "This was just a special twist to shake things up."
"Ok then, so how come none of the real contestants new about it? Surely there would be auditions somewhere for this twist." Asked Donald suspiciously.
"I'm Chris's nephew." Lied Sampson. "He figured I'd be a good addition to the game. Adding me as a twist to the ten idols and the constantly changing teams and you have yourselves a recipe for great ratings."
"Ok, I might buy that … but why didn't you say it at the first ceremony? Wouldn't that have made more sense?" Asked Donald suspiciously.
"So many questions." Drawled Sampson. "I was not the main target; I knew it would be between Quadesh and Walter; Chris told me to prolong admitting the twist for as long as I could so as to make it as shocking as it could possibly be. So, to put things simply, I'm not only a twist, but also deadweight to any team I end up on since I won't put effort into challenges due to the fact I can't be voted out."
"… You do realise that since you can't be voted off you're gonna have to put up with torment from challenges for a long time, right?" Asked Otis. "And man, you sound so smug … smugness causes as much pollution as smog."
"Well too bad, I'm untouchable and I'm actually getting paid for my work." Said Sampson smugly.
"So … you really won't be going anywhere until the final three?" Asked Otis to be sure.
"Yep." Smirked Sampson.
"… Ok then, that means you are now my target for mayhem and mischief." Sniggered Otis as he took out a sack.
"What's in the sack?" Asked Donald.
"Pine cones; I have one hundred of them and I intend to throw each of them at Sampson." Stated Otis as he hurled a pinecone at Sampson.
"Ow!" Yelped Sampson.
"One down, ninety nine to go." Laughed Otis. "And this is just the start; you've got wedgies and other pranks to look forward to."
Otis continued to hurl pinecones at Sampson who was beginning to look quite mad; Donald was silent before chuckling.
"It's funny when that happens to someone besides me." Sniggered Donald. "Hey Otis, Can you slip me some pinecones?"
"Can do!" Saluted Otis as he passed fifteen pinecones to Donald. "Ten points if you hit his gut, fifteen if you hit a limb, twenty if you hit his head and twenty five if you hit his crotch."
"I'm suddenly hoping that I'll be on the same team as Sampson in the next challenge." Mused Donald before joining in with throwing the pinecones.
"Stop it! I can still vote and join alliances so if you cross me I'll vote for you every round we go to the S.S Elimination together." Threatened Sampson.
"Eh." Shrugged Otis as he continuing throwing pinecones.
It wasn't long before Sampson's bed was filled with pinecones and he looked very angry.
"Since you like alliances, here's an offer; you join my alliance or I'll keep doing stuff like this." Stated Donald.
"Are you blackmailing me?" Growled Sampson.
"I'm just playing the game." Replied Donald. "Join me and I'll stop … but I can't make any promises about Otis."
"… Fine, but you'll pay for this." Warned Sampson.
"We'll see." Said Donald simply as he lay down to go to sleep.
(Confessional: Pinecones are like nature's non explosive hand grenades!)
Donald: Since the early part of the game will inevitable me hard due to how much Lady Luck hates me I'm going to need some allies; Otis is my right hand man, but now I've got Sampson under my thumb. All I have to do is threaten to sick Otis on him and he'll involuntarily do whatever I say. Maybe it's harsh, but I cannot abide someone who lazes about and acts smug like they own the place. The Youngblood family did not get where we are today simply by lazing about; we worked hard and used our words to make things go our way! Sorry, but I have a sore spot for lazy smart alecks.
Otis: Sampson is here to cause drama it seems … well, hopefully he can give as good as he gets because I intend to show him that if he doesn't want to be the subject of my Skullduggery then he'd best pull his admittedly surplus weight around. I doubt he's going to stay loyal to me and Donald, but realistically would anyone want him in their alliance? … Perhaps I could bury his undies in the woods as a prank?
Sampson: Clearly I could have chosen better roommates … but this actually benefits me; I can be a part of both Donald's alliance and Quadesh's alliance … and any other alliance too. Since they think I can't be voted off I can just join whoever gives me the best offer. Thanks to my big move I have a lot of freedom in this game. Like Owen I can get to the finals by doing nothing … though I like to think I'm a few steps above him. I'll have to add a few details to my story as time goes on though … but for now I feel content. Still, I'm hoping that I can get Otis out soon; I do not much appreciate being pelted with pine cones.
Ub, Harvey and Charles were in separate bunks talking about the day; Charles had informed Harvey and Ub about the results of the ceremony and Ub wasn't very pleased.
"So … Flynn is gone because Sampson is unvotable?" Scowled Ub. "That is quite inconvenient; the longer Sampson stays the longer that I stand a chance of ending up on the same team as him. I'm actually glad my team didn't win that challenge since I therefore didn't have to witness Sampson do that; if I had I may have screamed."
"You seem to be taking Flynn's elimination kinda hard." Noted Charles. "You'd only known him for three days."
"Flynn was in our alliance." Explained Harvey. "Ub's probably annoyed that Flynn is gone because it means we have one less vote in our favour."
"Thank you Harvey." Frowned Ub.
"So, how many people are in your alliance currently?" Asked Charles.
"Now that Flynn is gone our alliance consists of me, Ub and Alfie." Explained Harvey.
"Loose lips sink ships Harvey." Said Ub flatly.
"Oh … oops." Winced Harvey with a nervous chuckle.
"Well, no offense meant but I guess the elimination makes things better for me. A large alliance could become harder to manage as the overall number of campers dwindles." Mused Charles.
"Unless you're in the alliance." Stated Ub. "Speaking of which, would you be interested in joining my alliance? With Flynn gone there is now a spot available and you sound like a smart guy … and I value brains."
"Sure, maybe Ricky would be up for it too." Said Charles without thinking.
"Why would that matter?" Asked Ub suspiciously.
"Well, Ricky's my best friend out here." Explained Charles quickly. "Our talents worked well together on the first day and we were some of the first few to get back to camp. We're kind of a duo … but a duo can only do so much."
"Hmm, I see your point." Nodded Ub. "But would an alliance of five work? Like you say, a large alliance would be a threat."
"The more the merrier I say." Said Harvey cheerfully. "We could all be the final five … but would an all-male final five be sexist?"
"I don't see how; it's not like we'd vote people out for their gender, we'd vote them out because they are threats … and coincidently a lot of the females in this competition are quite powerful. Penta, Quadesh, Zanna … each of them must go at some point."
"Aw c'mon Ub, maybe we could get one of them in our alliance if they're such big threats; Zanna would be a good ally, she's cute … not that that's important or anything." Said Charles with a light blush.
"You so like her don't you?" Grinned Harvey. "I know what you mean; I've always had a thing for blonds."
"I wouldn't recommend getting into relationships guys." Advised Ub. "It might end up distracting you from the prize. Ever heard the phrase 'love makes you stupid'?"
"I thought it was 'anger makes you stupid'?" Replied Charles.
"Anger and love go hand in hand." Stated Ub.
"Who says you can't have a girlfriend and win the money?" Asked Harvey. "It's like if I had to choose between a chocolate cake and a carrot cake I'd just have a small slice of both. Well, I guess it's not very important due to how early in the game it is; let's continue this conversation in the morning."
"Good idea, I feel pretty tired." Agreed Charles. "Goodnight guys."
"Goodnight." Nodded Ub as he lay down while considering all that he had learnt from Charles.
(Confessional: Can blind people see anything when they dream?)
Harvey: I thought this contest would be a wilderness adventure … but so far it's just full of strategy and it's pretty boring. I'm gonna leave the big game moves and planning to Ub; it's just not really my thing. (Harvey gets up to leave the confessional but slips over and bangs his head on the way down). I'm ok!
Charles: I like to consider myself a sort of 'romantic poet' since I like romance and I like poems. My main problem is that I'm not very good at talking to girls and I often overreact to things and panic. Such is the dilemma of Prince Charming the nerd. As for getting in an alliance, it's definitely a game move … though I'd best be careful of what I say.
Ub: I like to think I've got a good grasp of the human mind, and I know that when people get emotional they tend to act irrationally and stupid. If I can play without emotions such as friendship and love I should be able to get far. Anyone who gets in a relationship will sign their death warrant in this game. And I have my suspicions about Charles … he seems like he knows something that nobody else does; I'll have him in my alliance so that I can keep an eye on him ... well, an ear more specifically. If I can use the emotions of my opponents against them then I shall succeed; even those in my alliance are still my competition, only one person can win and it shall be me.
Alfie, Ned and Ricky were having a quiet conversation … not! Alfie was currently having a good old fashioned moan about Flynn being voted out and how it wasn't fair since the manliest guy in the universe deserved to have everything go right for him … and other crap like that.
"This isn't fair! Why did Flynn have to be voted off? Ok, he couldn't have possibly won since only a manly man like me could win … but he was my right hand man! Manly men should rule the game, not womanly women!" Whined Alfie. "Now what am I gonna do? Ivy is immune to my flexing and I would have thought a boy crazy girl like her would obey me like a slave … this isn't fair!"
Ricky groaned and glanced over at Ned.
"I'll give you ten dollars if you club me over the head so I don't have to hear his whining." Offered Ricky.
"Sorry, but I don't really feel comfortable injuring someone when they haven't done anything to provoke it. I may be neutral but I don't condone violence except in certain specific circumstances." Stated Ned. "The best we can do is suck up to his ego to make him be quiet."
"I guess it's the only plan we have." Sighed Ricky. "Hey Alfie, don't feel too bad; you don't need allies in this game; you're so manly that you could get to the end of the game simply by flexing and being a manly man."
"… You know what Ricky? You're right! I don't need allies; all I need to do is be super manly and badass. If I walk around without my shirt then I bet everyone will let me walk all over them." Grinned Alfie.
"And what if it's cold?" Asked Ned.
"Girls like toothpick nips." Shrugged Alfie.
"… I didn't need to hear that." Muttered Ricky.
"He's right … and please keep your pants on; I don't want anyone going commando." Winced Ned.
"If you like I could convince a girl to walk around shirtless with me; since it'd be an equal gender ratio of shirtless people I assume you'd be ok with that?" Guessed Alfie.
"… No." Said Ned flatly. "That would be OCD; my neutrality only applies to moral situations. It doesn't apply to shirtless people."
"Yeah, I wouldn't recommend it." Agreed Ricky. "I don't think many girls will swoon over a shirtless guy they've known for a few days."
"Ivy will; last time I flirted with her I had my shirt on … but once I take my shirt off I become a god among men!" Exclaimed Alfie. "I bet even the guys will hand me the million; Ned will anyway."
"… Excuse me?" Blinked Ned.
"Well, you're completely in the middle due to being neutral; I assume that means you're Bisexual or something." Stated Alfie. "I only like the ladies, but there's enough eye candy for even the most sugar addicted person."
Alfie started to flex and pose to imaginary cameras while Ricky and Ned exchanged creeped out glances.
"He's gonna be eaten alive in high school." Stated Ned. "
"Probably." Nodded Ricky. "But he's strong, so he'll be useful in physical challenges."
"Oh dear, he's starting to hip thrust." Groaned Ned.
"Who's a hottie? I'm a hottie! Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah! To manly to be allowed!" Whooped Alfie while hip thrusting and pumping his fists.
"Hey Alfie, I heard that sleeping outside makes you forty percent more manly." Said Ned quickly.
"Really? Well, guess I know what I'm doing tonight." Grinned Alfie. "See you guys tomorrow; sleep well … but beds are for wimps, a manly man like me can make do under the stars. I'm so manly that when water makes contact with my skin it sizzles and evaporates in a mere nanosecond."
Alfie struck a 'manly pose' and strutted out of the room and closed the door behind him; after he was gone Ned and Ricky both sighed in relief.
"Thank goodness; I don't know how much more hip thrusting I could take." Said Ned thankfully.
"Same here." Agreed Ricky. "But wasn't it mean to make him sleep outside … but come to think of it, who cares? He's the one who believed the beyond obvious lie."
"A fair point; part of being neutral is knowing when to feel guilt and when to just not care." Nodded Ned. "Hmm … perhaps we should take him a blanket? Though Alfie might say he's too manly for a blanket."
"Let's leave the door unlocked in case he decides to come back in." Suggested Ricky. "Locking him out would be unnecessary. See you in the morning; I wonder what the next challenge will be."
"I keep predicting something very painful; it's win-win." Stated Ned.
"How so?" Asked Ricky.
"Either I'm correct and can take pride in that … or it's actually a nice challenge and I can be relived. As I said, win-win." Stated Ned.
"… That's a clever way of thinking about it." Nodded Ricky. "I'm hoping it'll be something like the bicycle race from last season; I'm pretty good at building bikes and stuff like that. Comes with living above an auto shop with my dad."
"What about your mum?" Asked Ned.
"She and dad split up." Relied Ricky.
"Oh, sorry to hear that." Apologized Ned,
"Eh, it's no big deal. Life happens I guess." Shrugged Ricky. "Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight." Replied Ned as he and Ricky settled down.
(Confessional: They're gonna need to be well rested for the next challenge; sleepiness would be quite a hindrance.)
Alfie: You know, sleeping outside is a really manly thing to do; no shelter, braving the elements, risking being ravaged by a wild animal … it could give even the most womanly guy at least a twenty percent boost in manliness. Some guys like Ricky and Xadrian have the potential to be real men … but some like Charles, Sampson and all of the girls just aren't cut out to be men. It isn't sexism; after all, you need to be a man to be manly, it's kind of in the definition. You know why America hasn't had a female president? Because woman aren't manly enough; if they bulk up and eat a lot of steak then maybe they'd have a chance.
Ned: I pray that none of the girls will fall for Alfie; no offense to him, but I really think it'd be in everyone's best interests if his ego didn't inflate anymore. Alfie doesn't seem so much of a bad person as he is just … extremely egotistical. After all, having an ego doesn't make you a bad person. Still, for now I shall, as always, reserve judgment until I can make an informed decision. And also … his hip thrusting was not a pretty sight. (Ned shudders).
Ricky: I do have a fair few talents to offer to any team I end up on … but the problem with that is that if I am seen as very useful then come the merge I'll be picked off quicker than a scab … ok, sorry for the gross imagery; the metaphor sounded better in my head. If Charles joins a big alliance then hopefully he'll put in a good word for me; who knows, we might even be able to hijack an alliance and become the leaders if we work together.
Larry and Xadrian were sharing the fourth room in the boy's building. Larry had wanted to be alone after finding out about Sampson's twist and Xadrian had also wanted to be alone to whittle some fake idols; since the two were sharing a room Xadrian had ended up having to put his idol forging on hold for the night since he didn't want anyone catching him in the act.
"Ya look k'nda down in'da dumps. Somethin' on y'r mind?" Asked Xadrian. "Mah pappy says th't it ain't a good idea tah worry 'bout th'ngs; it j'st ends up makin' yah stressed out 'nd mighty upset."
"I'm just irritated that Sampson is going to be sticking around until the end game; I know his type, he's not a nice guy." Frowned Larry.
"How come ya know h's type?" Asked Xadrian.
"Because I'm not a nice guy and he's the same as me." Replied Larry.
"Ah shucks, ya ain't th't bad a g'y; ya ain't done anythin' nasty so far. Ah see no reason ta judge ya. F'r instance, ya g't an'yed eas'ly but ya ain't done gone'm smacked s'm'b'dy yet. Either ya'v g't a lot'ta self-restraint or ya just think a lil' bit lit'l of yu'r s'lf. Its kinda tha op's't f'r me; ah ain't done nothin' bad yet but ah ain't made a sing'l friend yet … but if peop'l are gonna judge me bef'r they get ta know ta real me then they ain't worth knowin' in the fr'st place." Said Xadrian while running a hand through his hair.
"Well, no offense but you do kill animals; you didn't really make the best first impression when you arrived." Stated Larry.
"An' you said you are a tr'll; ah know a lot'o the rich kids hate that k'nda thang wh'n they play video games … but n'b'dy seems ta care. Ah dun't come fr'm a very fortun't home like many o' you lot do. Ah mean, ah live in'a trail'r park and f'r some reas'n that alone makes most kids th'nk they're too gosh darn good ta be seen w'th me. Ah can't help mah social status. Ah admit ah have killed anim'ls … a mighty big lot'ta th'm … but it's kinda a necessary thang. Me n'd mah pappy ain't got m'ch, just each oth'r since mah mama died a l'ng time ago. If ah kill a pigeon then it ain't gonna g't buried, it's dinner if it ain't diseased. It m'ks me sick that so many peop'l whine th't they ain't got tha lat'st games console'r maybe a new bike cuz f'r me ah don't always got en'ff ta eat."
"… When you put it that way, you make a lot off excellent points." Noted Larry. "I always assumed people from the trailer park weren't very smart."
"It's a comm'n ass'mpt'n; ah knows all t'well th't peop'l judge other f'r no good reason. Ah mean, lots'o people w'd always want to be friends w'th someb'dy fr'm a Church goin' background with money, friends 'n reputa'tn instead'a someone who's poor and in'a rough neighbourhood … b't wt'f the 'nice per'sn turned out ta be a rotten corrupt bast'rd who h's m'r flaws'n ah have scars while the poor pers'n actua'ly works their hide off f'r their fam'ly and always shares what they h'v. Ah cn't do m'ch ab't it, but ah gots dreams of attendin' a fancy university or college to m'k a differ'ce to tha p'r. Till th'n ah gots a game ta w'n and ah got's sevr'l plans that ah'm gonna p't in motion. Ah may always be seen as'a white trash, but if ah win then maybe ah'll be one'o tha normies for once."
"Well, I wish you good luck; only one of us can win in the end. Personally I never really disliked you; but, you could carry yourself a bit better,. You don't necessarily need to advertise how many animal you've killed." Advised Larry.
"Maybe; but ah on'y hunts the old ones that ain't g't m'ch long'r left. Ah never hurts a young'un or one that gonna have babies." Assured Xadrian. "What's wrong ta s'm is j'st a way'a life ta me. But en'ff 'bout mah life, why 'zactly did you apply ta be on tha show?"
"The prize money; but also because I felt like taking a vacation; my parents are never ever home so I figured it'd be a good way to have some fun. My family's last vacation was when I was five." Mused Larry. "Five hundred thousand would be a really awesome prize, but as the saying goes … friendship is magic."
"Th't sounds k'nda familiar." Noted Xadrian. "Eh, prob'ly just mah imagination. Ya know Larry, ya ain't a bad guy; I c'n tell that yawl are a mighty hard worker and ya have a pr'tty good heart too … what's say me and you f'rm an alliance?"
"Sure, sounds good to me." Nodded Larry. "But the two of us aren't gonna have much power without anyone else."
"Dn't worry, j'st leave it ta me." Assured Xadrian. "Ah know 'zactly how ta turn tha tide'n our fav'r."
"How so?" Asked Larry curiously.
"… C'n ya keep'a secr't?" Asked Xadrian.
"I won't tell anyone." Promised Larry.
Xadrian seemed to consider if Larry was being truthful; he seemed satisfied and took a sack out from under his bunk and took three idols out of it; a Chris Idol, a Tyler Idol and an Owen Idol. Larry looked stunned.
"You found three idols already?!" Exclaimed Larry in amazement.
"N't zactly. They're fakes." Stated Xadrian.
"Fakes?" Repeated Larry.
"Yep; ah'm a mighty skilled whittler cuz mah pappy taught me how." Nodded Xadrian. "Mah plan is tah carve a mighty large numb'r o' fakes and scatter them 'round. If n'b'dy c'n t'll which idols'r the real uns then they ain't gonna want ta play them. O' course, ah know wh'ch ones'r real; ah put a hole in tha base o' each o' tha fakes; if ah find an idol without a hole th'n its real. Ah figured it'd be a g'd idea s'nce n'b'dy liked me. If you find'n idol th'n br'ng it ta me and ah'll be ab'll ta tell if it's real'r not. Mighty sm'rt plan huh?"
Larry was looking at Xadrian in silent awe.
"… That's genius." Whispered Larry. "You my friend have shattered everything I once thought about trailer park people; you are officially awesome."
"Aw shucks, ah j's did wh't came nat'rly." Said Xadrian modestly. "Anyw'y, we'd best g't some sh't eye; we'll n'd it fur the n'xt challenge."
"Alright then. Sweet dreams buddy." Nodded Larry.
"And y'rself." Replied Xadrian.
(Confessional: Xadrian appears to have a lot of hidden depths.)
Xadrian: Ah figur'd ah'd have no allies … but it's'a mighty fine feelin to have a friend and a partn'r. Ah may n't be a saint or anythin', but when ah care 'bout someone ah will pr'tect them as good as ah c'n. See, th's is why ya sh'dn't assume that 'white tr'sh' people'r dumb, we c'n be mighty resourceful ya know.
Larry: Xadrian may be rough around the edges, but he sure has the potential to do great at things; I can rely on him to put effort into challenges if he's on my team. But I bet everyone else won't be ready to accept him … perhaps we'll keep our alliance secret for now and let everyone gradually get used to him. I guess you should never judge a book by its cover unless it has an apple on it … take that Twihards. (Larry chuckles).
Betilla, Edith, Gilda and Ivy were in their beds in one of the rooms of the girl's building. Betilla and Ivy were in the top bunks and Gilda and Edith were in the bottom bunks.
"I didn't expect Sampson to do that; who here saw it coming?" Asked Edith.
"Not me." Said Ivy.
"Nor me." Added Betilla.
"I feel rather annoyed at him." Frowned Gilda. "He's gonna be a big annoyance … still; maybe we could get him on our side?"
"I wouldn't want him in our alliance." Said Ivy opinionatedly. "He can't be voted out so we wouldn't be able to get rid of him when we get annoyed by him; I think it wouldn't be worth the hassle."
"I thought you were boy crazy? Don't you like all boys?" Asked Gilda curiously.
"She doesn't like Alfie." Stated Edith. "He tried to charm us into becoming his servants."
"Exactly; I prefer polite and smart boys." Nodded Ivy. "… But, oddly enough, I'm actually not attracted to any of the boys here. Now that I've been around them for a few days … they aren't making me giggle and squeal like I thought they would. It's kind of odd … normally I'd be going into flirting overdrive by now. Maybe I just need to see them with their shirt off?"
"Maybe you like girls instead?" Suggested Betilla.
Ivy rolled her eyes while Gilda giggled.
"Nope, I'm certain I like boys. I mean, you girls are all pretty, but you're just my friends. I'm sure I'll be back to my boy crazy self soon enough." Assured Ivy.
"I would have thought that you'd be talking about ice and snow by now; it's one thing you always seem to like mentioning." Mused Betilla.
"I've got other hobbies besides ice." Stated Ivy simply. "But I'll keep them to myself; after all, if everyone knows everything about me early on then there won't be any reason to keep me around. If I act mysterious then people will keep me around to learn more about me."
"… That's a very plausible strategy." Noted Edith. "Hopefully it'll work well for you; after all, you're my friend and if you get voted out our alliance will become weaker. You know, maybe we should try and get a fifth member."
"How about Xadrian?" Suggested Gilda.
"NO!" Exclaimed Betilla firmly.
"I know, I was just teasing." Giggled Gilda.
"Well it wasn't very funny." Frowned Betilla.
"But I make a good point with my suggestion; he'd be a good goat to keep around and use as a shield." Stated Gilda. "But enough about strategy, I'm gonna get some sleep; wouldn't want to become too CP."
Gilda lay down to settle down to sleep while the other three exchanged glances.
"What's CP?" Blinked Ivy. "Is it an acronym?"
"If so it isn't much of one; all the best acronyms spell something." Mused Edith.
"Exactly, like how M.E.A.V.E stands for 'Meat Eaters Are Very Evil'." Agreed Betilla.
"Try not to get yourself into trouble." Recommended Edith. "If you attack somebody for eating meat then I doubt I'd be able to save you."
"No worries, I'll try and keep myself under control." Assured Betilla. "However, I'm hoping that I can eliminate Xadrian for the sake of the animals on the island; he's nasty!"
"But … do you know anything about him besides the fact he hurts animals? For all we know he might be a very nice guy with a noticeable flaw." Stated Ivy.
"Don't care, he's evil!" Exclaimed Betilla. "I'm gonna make him squeal like a strawberry!"
"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep." Grumbled Gilda.
"… Just try to keep calm." Recommended Edith. "Chris may encourage drama, but if you injure someone you might get disqualified; I recall there being a 'no hitting clause' in the contracts; we can flick each other or maybe give each other a shove, but excessive physical violence results in disqualification. I'd try and keep myself in control if I were you."
"You make a good point; uphold vegetarian justice … or win five hundred thousand … tough call." Lamented Betilla.
"I know what I'd choose; with half a million you could easily uphold 'vegetarian justice' so I'd recommend biding your time." Advised Ivy. "But please, can we all go to sleep now? It's been a long day."
(Confessional: Betilla is very grey in morality; she can be a sweetheart or a big meanie.)
Edith: Last season there was quite a lot of drama and conflict … this time I'm hoping it'll be more peaceful, but I'm not naïve enough to believe that can possibly happen. As long as I have friends and don't step on any toes I should be fine. And yes, I do read the contracts; Chris was able to do things last season that the contestants didn't know about due to not reading the contracts, so I figured giving the contract a solid read would prepare me for the game. Amazingly enough there are actually rules. I hope I end up on a team with the girls again; we get along great.
Ivy: I think I'm gonna keep an eye on Betilla and make sure she doesn't screw herself over. We might need a replacement ally before long. I want to win the money, but I don't want to lose my friends … but I can't keep all of us safe. Not to mention I'd like a boyfriend too … but, the boy's aren't interesting me like they normally would. Eh, no big deal; it's probably because I'm tired.
Betilla: It's a known fact that meat eaters are mean; after all, meat is only one letter away from being mean. I can't lay a hit on Xadrian … but maybe I could get him in a rope trap? I might as well start laying down traps early on because they could be sprung at any point in the game.
Gilda: Betilla is my friend and a sweet girl … but she can be very irritating and annoying at times; I was trying to sleep darn it! From how I am acting you can probably tell that my edit for today is Middle of Road Mixed; I will be visible, but not too complex and I'll be both nice and mean. Not such a hard edit to play really. For example, saying stuff like 'Ub is annoying due to frequently mentioning his blindness but he's a cute guy with a sweet smile' would be quite M … and I meant that, so make sure to take note of it when making your Edgic stats for this episode.
Joanne, Tilly and Zanna were in their beds getting ready to go to sleep; Tilly was making notes in a notebook, Zanna had her bed covers wrapped around herself like a blanket while she texted on her phone while Joanne was thinking to herself while looking up at the ceiling.
"Two opponents down, twenty three to go. I've got a right hand girl with an idol … but I need to expand my alliance. … Maybe I could talk to Tilly about it? She's not got any allies; she'd be a good partner. Still, she tends to keep to herself; so can I trust her? The book did say to never trust the quiet ones. Then again, it did say to get on the good side of powerful players as soon as possible. This would be much less complicated if I had the Chris Idol … but Zanna's phone has a radar and other 'apps' that might be very useful. Ok, here I go." Thought Joanne strategically.
Joanne sat up and looked over towards Tilly.
"So Tilly, how are you finding the game so far?" Asked Joanne to start conversation. "Got any close friends yet?"
"Not really; I tend to keep to myself. I guess I'm friendly with Mist and Quadesh, but like I said, I keep to myself. I prefer to just do my own thing." Stated Tilly.
"Well, you'd best get some close friends soon; a lot of people are starting to form alliances or at least get chummy. If you don't socialise early on you might get left behind." Cautioned Joanne.
"Thanks for the concern, but I know what I'm doing." Assured Tilly. "So, do you have any close friends?"
"Well, me and Zanna are pretty tight." Replied Joanne. "We're in an alliance … but an alliance of two can only do so much. If you like you could join us."
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea … but I'd rather not make the big decisions; who's the head of the alliance?" Asked Tilly.
"That would be Joanne." Said Zanna simply.
"And yet you're the one with the idol." Noted Tilly.
"I'm no leader; strategy and big game moves aren't important to me. I'd rather just fish." Shrugged Zanna. "It's not like big game moves guarantee a victory; this isn't survivor."
"But they do help." Said Joanne while noticing Tilly noting something down in her notebook. "What are you writing about?"
"Just keeping a journal about my time on the island." Replied Tilly. "I like to look back and reflect on experiences; I bet in a few years I'll look back and think of my time here as a great experience."
"I think we all will." Agreed Zanna. "Daddy told me to aim high and play smart; I'm going to live up to his expectations."
"By being a follower?" Inquired Tilly.
"A follower … or just a stealthy individual." Replied Zanna. "Can we talk about something other than strategy? Like boys or something?"
"Oh, do you like someone? Who is he? We must recruit him into the alliance immediately." Decided Joanne while Tilly readied herself to make notes.
"Well, I don't really have any crushes … Charles is kinda cute, but it's only our fourth day here, so it's nothing to really think about." Replied Zanna while taking out some headphones and putting them in. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to play angry birds."
It seemed that Zanna was done talking so Joanne turned her attention back to Tilly.
"So, do you know of any other alliances, crushes or idol possessors?" Asked Joanne hopefully.
"Nope, sorry." Replied Tilly. "You know, you seem to be a bit obsessed with strategy."
"I just want to play smart; I've watched three seasons of Survivor before coming here and the winners often have a clever strategy that gets them through the game. Strategy will get me to the finals." Said Joanne confidently.
"If you say so." Nodded Tilly. "If you like I could try and eavesdrop on the other alliances if you want; I'm good at sneaking around undetected. It comes from discreetly raiding the cookie jar back home."
"Great idea; your role in the alliance will be the spy." Nodded Joanne. "See if you can infiltrate another alliance and either tell me their plans or get them on our side. We need to expand our horizons since Zanna won't use her idol radar."
Tilly looked intrigued by this but said nothing.
"I think we've talked strategy enough; I'll talk to you in the morning." Said Tilly as she settled down.
"Sweet dreams." Nodded Joanne.
(Confessional: Little does Joanne know, Tilly has plans of her own.)
Joanne: Ok, I have three votes on my side and the next challenge will either be a middle split with two teams of twelve or four teams of six … I'm hoping that it's the latter because then if my alliance is all on one team and only one team goes to elimination then I'll control half of the vote. It's a good thing I'm the head event planner back at school or planning how the game works would be hard, but dad calls me his little intellectual and I'm gonna live up to that. I should probably make a protection pact with other alliances or maybe fuse my alliance with a smaller one.
Zanna: Joanne's a cool girl … but she overthinks things. This game isn't about strategy or making big moves over and over … it's about making friends, having fun and trying your best. I'll vote for who Joanne tells me to, but I'm not getting involved in strategy, I'll just do my own thing. For instance, I'm gonna try and get to know the people on my next team on a more personal level; strong friendships are nice.
Tilly: I was originally going to join Quadesh … and I still will, but having two alliances works perfectly with my plan. I can just tell them I'm not with the other alliance and I can switch at will and say I'm gathering information. It's clear that Quadesh is leading her alliance; she and Joanne are both smart players … if I can get them to fight then it'll take the target away from me. I need Mist and Zanna … I do not need Joanne and Quadesh. A double boot would be nice. Oh, and that 'journal'? Well, I do write about significant events, but I'm keeping track of the other alliances. An informed mind is the winning mind.
Mist, Quadesh and Veedle were all sharing a room; Mist was already fast asleep while Veedle sat on the other bottom bunk while Quadesh was pacing.
"You look stressed; is quite concerning da? Why worry? You weren't voted off." Stated Veedle.
"I know, but Sampson's twist was really unexpected and it changes quite a few things." Replied Quadesh. "Whether I like it or not, and I don't, he's gonna have to be in our alliance. He's one ally that we can count on since he won't get eliminated. He's not a contestant, but he is a twist that we can make use of. But I'm in charge and if he thinks I'll obey him due to him being part of a twist then he's got another thing coming."
"Sampson is annoying and lazy, he is deadweight. Still, if you cannot cut the weak link you can use it as shield; you could get Sampson to do things you don't to do. Is useless but useful." Said Veedle. "If he calls me Veedy can I slap him?"
"Be my guest." Shrugged Quadesh.
"What do you think next challenge be? I hope it be athletic; I good at physical challenges. May family does value strength; is a big asset where I come from in Austria. It was small village, but with big ideas." Said Veedle in thought.
"Hey Veedle; is English not your first language?" Asked Quadesh curiously. "Only that you kind of break basic grammar rules when you speak."
"Is true, is simply second language that I only speak outside home. I fluent at Austrian though." Nodded Veedle.
"Do you think you could teach me some Austrian swear words?" Requested Quadesh. "I feel stressed and swearing at some of the others would be a god stress reliever; the best part of that they wouldn't get mad since they wouldn't understand me."
"That risky assumption." Cautioned Veedle.
"Politics is all about risks." Shrugged Quadesh indifferently. "You're one of the only people here I can stand; it's only been a little over three days and already several people are getting on my nerves."
"I understand; many of them are bit crap da? Is annoying to end up stuck with somebody who is annoying." Agreed Veedle.
At that moment Mist rolled over in her sleep.
"No … keep away … Quadesh … Veedy." Murmured Mist.
Fire appeared in Veedle's eyes.
"Don't call me Veedy!" Yelled Veedle as she slapped Mist full force with instantly woke her up.
"Ow, ow, OW!" Whimpered Mist as she rubbed the sore spot on her cheek. "What the heck was that for?"
"You called me Veedy." Frowned Veedle.
"Did I?" Blinked Mist.
"Veedle, she was talking in her sleep; she was hardly insulting you." Said Quadesh flatly.
"Is still annoying." Stated Veedle.
"So what? I didn't do it on purpose. That was completely uncalled for and makes you look like a bully." Growled Mist. "If you keep slapping people you'll just end up eliminating yourself!"
Quadesh raised an eyebrow while Veedle frowned.
"Is just an instinct." Said Veedle defensively. "I thought you could resists pain threes times as well as most people."."
"Normally yes, but not if I'm sleeping and don't see it coming. Please do not slap me for something that isn't my fault." Frowned Mist. "Still, thanks for waking me up; I was about to slip into a really bad nightmare."
"You welcome." Nodded Veedle. "But call me Veedy again, accident or no accident, and there will be painful consequences; understand da?"
"Y-yes." Gulped Mist.
Quadesh looked thoughtful for a moment but quickly shook it off.
"Let's just get going to sleep; arguing is amusing to watch, but we wouldn't want to tear apart the alliance this early in the game." Stated Quadesh. "If we can all make it to the merge we'll dominate everyone else; we're all strong and smart, a perfect combo. If we can keep our emotions in check then we'll be fine. We need each other to survive elimination, so try not to fight."
"I don't want to fight; I just don't like being slapped." Assured Mist.
"If you don't call me Veedy we'll get along. Is not such a hard condition, da?" Said Veedle.
"I won't." Nodded Mist.
"Good; now, let's get to bed; we need to be well rested for the next challenge. After all, not many future presidents are able to participate in a debate while half asleep." Stated Quadesh.
(Confessional: One ex-president recited a speech off my heart after being shot.)
Veedle: I may have a temper, but I also strong. It'd be short sighted of others to vote me out early. I could be a real asset in physical challenges; I have flaws, but is common sense to keep a strong person around during pre-merge; don't you agree, da?
Mist: (She puts a bag of ice to her cheek and winces). Veedle has a hard slap. I can stand up to people, but I am kinda meek too so doses of bravery don't happen for long stretches of time at once. And, to be honest, I don't want her as my enemy due to her physical strength; better to have her as a friend than a foe.
Quadesh: When I say 'we need each other' I pretty much mean 'they need me'. Obviously I have no real power yet, but every politician starts small. Mist and Veedle have two important roles; my bodyguard and attack dog respectively. Still, Mist actually stood up to Veedle for a short while … but then she went meek again. I'll have to squash the resistance out of her because if she was completely passive she'd be the best ally ever. Who knows, I could get her to let me win a challenge come the merge. But I'll have to get rid of them before the finals, I wouldn't want to face either of them in the final challenge; Veedle is strong and Mist is kind and strong. Veedle told me an Austrian slash German swear word too, 'ficken'; that word will help me outside the game as well as inside it.
Kelly, Penta and Yoko were all settling down and getting ready for bed; Kelly seemed to be making some notes in a rather worn notebook.
"What are you writing about Kelly?" Asked Yoko curiously.
"Just stuff." Replied Kelly.
"What kind of stuff." Persisted Yoko.
"Game plans." Stated Kelly. "I can't expect to win if I don't make game moves."
"Sounds intriguing … what sort of game moves are you thinking about?" Asked Yoko.
"Can't say." Said Kelly calmly.
"Why not? We're you're friends." Said Yoko.
"I know, but … well, it's complicated." Said Kelly while gripping the notebook tighter.
"I'm guessing that you don't want us to see what you've written … are you writing stuff you don't want getting out?" Asked Penta calmly.
"… Let's put it this way; I want to be kind and nice all throughout the game, but I know full well that I can't win by doing that. Eventually I might have to do something I'm morally opposed to whether I like it or not." Admitted Kelly. "I come from a poor family and five hundred thousand would really help, let's leave it at that."
"I understand." Nodded Penta. "Just keep your honour close and your friends closer. But … could you give us an example of your ideas?"
"Can we talk about something else?" Requested Kelly as she stuffed the notebook in her pocket. "Yoko, you went to the elimination ceremony; who was it who got voted out?"
"It was Flynn." Stated Yoko. "I didn't know him so I'm not upset … but something big happened that will really change the game…"
"What was it?" Asked Penta.
"… Sampson isn't a contestant, he's just planted here to cause drama. He'll be removed at the final three and cannot be voted out. And … he seemed so smug when he revealed it; I can just tell that he's gonna cause drama, probably more than he needs to." Murmured Yoko.
"So he can do whatever he wants and not work at all." Scowled Kelly. "That's just not right."
"But what can we do about it?" Asked Yoko.
"We'll have to give him as good as he gives out; if he has a go at us we'll just have to 'return postage'. Still, if he ends up on a team with one of us it'll be an immediate disadvantage. My advice … get on his good side and don't provoke him; antagonizers tend to go after those that either they can get a good reaction out of or those who cannot defend themselves." Advised Penta. "Just stick with me and I'll protect you."
"Oh yeah, you come from a military family." Recalled Kelly. "So, Have you ever fired a gun or drove a tank?"
"I haven't driven anything, but I have fired a gun." Nodded Penta with a voice of distaste.
"Something wrong?" Asked Yoko in concern.
"Nothing; I just don't really like guns much." Admitted Penta. "Still, every weekend my dad takes me out hunting so I've learned to live with it."
"Does your dad know you don't like guns?" Asked Kelly.
"Yes and no." Said Penta. "… I get the feeling that each of us is hiding a secret."
"It seems that way … the only question is who will admit their secret first." Murmured Kelly.
"I could if you want." Offered Yoko. "But maybe tomorrow, it's past my bedtime."
"Sounds good to me." Nodded Kelly. "Hopefully we'll be on the same team; my sister Kala did tell me to keep my allies close."
"I wish I had a sister, but I'm an only child." Admitted Penta.
(Confessional: These three ooze plot … or do they?)
Yoko: Kelly and Penta both seem to be hiding something … part of me really wants to know, but the other part of me knows that it would be rude to pry. Grandmaster Fong did tell me to mind my manners and be respectful to the other contestants; after all, I don't want to be paying a visit to the 'Room of Dishonourable Punishment', I was sore for three days after my last visit. Hopefully the next challenge will be something I excel at; I hear that early boots tend to be forgotten by the fans.
Penta: Dad calls me his 'little solider girl' … it's a nice nickname, but I don't want to be a soldier. The guns, the fighting, the explosions … it doesn't sit right with me, and the idea of killing someone else terrifies me. But he doesn't listen, nobody does; they assume I'm just 'a little nervous'. I want to be free to be a girl, and on this island I can be … but even then, everyone has already come to see me as a tomboy … though that's because I said I was one. Urgh! I'm torn between my loyalty to my family and my desire to do my own thing … it's a hard choice. Maybe the girls can help? Well … if anything I think my army training might help me in this contest; we all saw Chris do his worst last season.
Kelly: Ok … I value friendship, but I might have to choose money. It's not greed … or maybe it is. Does putting aside friendship to win money in order rot get out of the poor house count as greed? I'm a nice girl by nature, but I know I can't be like that all the time if I am to win. I will have to get people out at some point … maybe even Penta and Yoko. It's like my sister Kala said to me before O got here, 'nobody gets one over on me, or my little sister … you do what you have to do to get by Kelly, that's the way it is' … wise words. My sisters are my personal heroes … but family love doesn't equal putting food on the table.
The next morning the tweens had woken up and were getting ready to start the day; breakfast wasn't ready yet so the tweens were keeping themselves busy in other ways. Currently Ivy was reading a book while sitting on the dock.
"This book is so weird … then again, weird stuff that carries a message has always interested me." Mused Ivy. "I wonder why surrealism is so interesting … perhaps it's because it messes with people's minds."
"Morning Ivy." Grinned Alfie as he strutted up. "How are you feeling this grand morning."
"I feel pretty good at the moment." Replied Ivy. "So … are you here to try and get me to look for an idol for you, or are you just trying to start up a simple conversation."
"Eh, a little column A, a little column B." Replied Alfie. "I just think that me and you could work well together; think about it, I a manly man who is clearly the biggest big deal in this show … and you're a pretty girl who likes boys; I think that it's a good match."
"I'm not gonna be your servant." Stated Ivy with a frown.
"I thought you were boy crazy." Blinked Alfie.
"I thought I was too … but boys aren't on my mind at the moment and I don't know why." Admitted Ivy. "I mean, you aren't my type, but you are quite attractive … but even then I feel; nothing."
"I know how to fix that." Grinned Alfie. "How do you feel about shirtless guys?"
"… I like them … a lot." Blushed Ivy.
"Well, who am I to deny the lady what you wants." Grinned Alfie as he took off his shirt and flexed in a 'manly' way. "Sexy piece of ass aren't I?"
Ivy looked concerned for some reason.
"Seriously? Nothing? What is wrong with you?" Whined Alfie.
"I wish I knew." Admitted Ivy. "Even if I hated you, which I don't, I'd normally be giggling and squealing upon seeing you shirtless … but I'm not feeling anything. Maybe I'm sick or something."
"You must be." Agreed Alfie, "Only somebody with a life threatening disease couldn't be turned on and entranced by this pure manliness."
"… Yeah." Said Ivy flatly. "See you later Alfie. Try not to tick off anyone … and word of advice, do not flirt with Penta; I don't think she likes you."
"No girl can resist me; she's probably just shy, Asian girls tend to be according to a few movies I've seen." Said Alfie confidently.
Ivy simply rolled her eyes as she picked up her book and turned to leave.
"What a dummy." Muttered Ivy.
(Confessional: I think Alfie is confusing stupidity for manliness.)
Alfie: Maybe I should have kissed Ivy, girls like that; it takes a real man to kiss without permission. I've practised on my arm for weeks so I'm basically a professional at being hot.
Ivy: I think I'm gonna see Nurse Hatchet after the challenge; if I wasn't going weak at the knees by Alfie shirtless then I might need medical attention. … Maybe Edith knows what's going on? Perhaps I'm just not getting enough sleep, or maybe the insanity of the island is settling in already?
Sampson was walking around camp; he was in quite a good mood due to how everyone was fooled into believing that he was not able to be voted off. Sampson sat down under a tree and smiled to himself.
"It's good to be king." Chuckled Sampson. "Now, what should my next game move be? I'll need an alliance … either I could create my own or just let them come to me. Eh, I'm lazy so I'll just accept the first offer I get. I want to be able to cause drama."
"Sampson!" Yelled Quadesh as she marched up.
"Perfect." Said Sampson in quiet satisfaction.
"You've really done it now … do you know how much you've changed the course of the game?" Exclaimed Quadesh. "It would have been nice to know of your twist before last night."
"I just did what I was told." Shrugged Sampson. "Now, we could have an argument about how unpleasant it was … or I could re-join your alliance and become a permanent support pillar for you."
"… Good to have you on board." Muttered Quadesh. "Still, if you end up on my team I expect you to pull your weight or there will be consequences."
"Like what? I can't win and I can't be voted out." Stated Sampson.
"I may be a politician … but I am not above getting Mist to wedgie you; and she's a girl with an absurd amount of strength." Cautioned Quadesh.
"Hmm, good point." Agreed Sampson. "So, it's an alliance of four we have? Good for you."
"Indeed; but I'd rather it be as big as possible." Stated Quadesh.
"Less is more, especially when it comes to manual labour." Shrugged Sampson.
"Hey Quadesh, can I talk to you?" Asked Tilly as she walked up.
"Need something?" Asked Quadesh dully.
"I was just wondering if you have room in your alliance for me." Said Tilly. "I know we may have had disagreements before, but I'm willing to work with you and follow your leadership."
"A fifth vote is tempting … but what can you offer besides a number?" Asked Quadesh.
"Well, Joanne thinks I'm in her alliance … but I don't really want to be; I could give you info that I get from Joanne." Offered Tilly. "I have a feeling that she'll be a major strategic threat if you goes far in the game."
"Hmm, you're a girl who is willing to get her hands dirty … very well, you're in." Nodded Quadesh. "But if you try and throw me under a bus like you did on day two then you're out of here. There is no higher rank than president."
"I understand." Saluted Tilly. "Anyway, I'll get going now; if people don't see us together then we'll have the element of surprise."
Tilly scampered off while Quadesh glared at Sampson.
"See; that is what you should be like if you want to work for me; hard working, smart and sneaky. Not lazy, big headed and obvious." Frowned Quadesh. "Anyway, see you at breakfast … but don't sit next to me."
"Wasn't planning on it." Shrugged Sampson as Quadesh took her leave.
A few moments later a large amount of water was dumped on Sampson which made him let out a wail of shock. He looked up and saw Otis sitting in the tree with a smirk on his face.
"Like I said, you're my target for Skullduggery." Cackled Otis.
"what did you hear?" Demanded Sampson.
"That you want to cause drama and that you and Quadesh are in an alliance of five." Stated Otis.
"… What are you doing up there anyway?" Asked Sampson suspiciously.
"What? Can't a guy sit in a high tree branch without arising suspicion? That's a bit touchy." Said Otis in mock offense. "Also, high branches are a great place to dump toilet water on lazy bones bumblers."
"… You suck." Scowled Sampson as he got up and marched away. "I have a good mind to report you."
"I didn't physically hit you so it's not breaking any rules." Stated Otis with a shrug.
Once Sampson was gone Otis smiled to himself.
"Hmm, nice view." Noted Otis.
(Confessional: That's one way of giving someone a shower!)
Tilly: Phase one of my plan is in full motion. I would like to socialise with some of the others, but socialisation is irrelevant when half a million is at stake. If I can take out the big strategists and alliance leaders early on then I'll easily run the game when only the weak ones are left. After that I can relax and be free to make some friends.
Quadesh: Hmm, two allies within just a few minutes, I guess I'm just good at the game. If we all end up on the same team today then if somebody annoys me they'll be gone. Even so, I can't let Tilly get to the merge; a sneak is good to have on your side … but they can easily go against you. I prefer allies I can have on a tight leash.
Sampson: I think I know who I'm going to suggest as a target to Quadesh if we lose. Still, I have four allies who will carry me to the end without me having to lift a finger. I hate putting effort into things … but the effort I put into my plan is clearly paying off.
Otis: Here's hoping I'm on the same team as Sammy-boy!
Soon enough the twenty four campers were seated in the Mess Hall; breakfast was sloppy Joes. They had a strange smell to them, but they tasted pretty good … very good even.
"I demand a different breakfast!" Yelled Betilla. "I will not eat the remains of an innocent slaughtered animal!"
"Where ah come fr'm ya gots ta be thankf'l fur wat'cha got." Said Xadrian. "This ain't a bad burg'r in mah op'nion."
"I won't eat it!" Declared Betilla.
Chef Hatchet tossed an apple out of the kitchen which landed in front of Betilla.
"Thank you!" Smiled Betilla sweetly.
"Hey guys, I think my one is moving." Murmured Donald.
Donald hadn't touched his sloppy Joe due to the fact it was moving.
"I don't see how it can move … no pun intended." Stated Ub. "Are you sure you aren't imagining things?"
"I'm being serious, it's moving." Insisted Donald.
At that moment the sloppy Joe started to bubble a bit as it started to grow bigger; as it grew several of the campers sitting near Donald quickly moved away.
"… I'm not gonna ask." Decided Penta.
"That's probably the best thing to do." Agreed Kelly.
Soon enough the sloppy Joe had grown to be about nearly as tall as Donald and four times as wide. Suddenly it sprouted meaty feet and several tentacles and lunged at Donald and bought him to the ground.
"Ack! Get it off me! Get it off me!" Wailed Donald.
Penta quickly ran up holding a chair over her head and smashed it on the Sloppy Joe Monster a few times; it soon let go of Donald and dashed out of the Mess Hall to who knows where.
"Thanks." Muttered Donald as he got back to his feet.
"… The hell was that?" Blinked Harvey in bewilderment.
(Confessional: It was this season's Fang!)
Donald: Now mutant sloppy Joe's are after me? … This isn't fair!
Ub: I didn't see what attacked Donald, but something tells me I'm better off that way. Still, I now feel a little bit wary of Chef Hatchet's cooking.
Yoko: I hope Donald is ok…
Charles: How did that thing even come to life?
Chef Hatchet: That's the last time I buy meat from the butcher shop next door to the Nuclear Power Plant.
Gilda: Heh, that was funny! I mean, I hope Donald is ok … but it was still funny!
After the campers had all eaten breakfast (Donald had been given a replacement Sloppy Joe that was one hundred percent not alive) Chris entered the Mess Hall.
"Good morning everyone; are you all well fed?" Asked Chris.
"As well as we can be considering Chef's cooking skill." Stated Alfie.
"Well I hope you're well fed and wide awake, because it's time for your next challenge." Grinned Chris. "This one is an old favourite from the first season; any guesses as to what it is?"
"Phobia factor?" Guessed Veedle.
"The cookin' ch'll'nge?" Guessed Xadrian.
"Something that won't result in grievous bodily harm?" Guessed Larry hopefully.
"Wrong, wrong and not telling … today's challenge is the Awake-a-thon." Grinned Chris. "Last contestant standing will win the challenge for their team."
"But we only woke up a short while ago; it's take ages." Pointed out Ricky.
"Actually … your Sloppy Joes and the apple Betilla ate were laced with a special mixture that will make you sleepy; we wanted to speed things up a bit." Explained Chris. "It will only be a matter of time before some of you start to fall asleep."
"Well played Maclean." Muttered Larry.
"So, what are the teams this time?" Asked Zanna. "Is it two teams of twelve or four teams of six?"
"I can officially reveal that today's challenge will be a four way battle." Nodded Chris. "The two losing teams will both be coming to the S.S elimination where some unlucky sap will be voted out of the game."
"So, who is on which team?" Asked Harvey. "Actually, are there any rules for the Awake-a-thon?"
"I'm glad you asked that Harvey." Nodded Chris. "The only rule is that there aren't any rules!"
"Sounds like my kind of challenge; I'm so gosh darn manly that I'll shove everyone out!" Cheered Alfie.
"Anyway, here are the teams for today." Stated Chris.
There were a few moments of silence as Chris set down four mats; one green, one orange, one purple and one white.
"Charles, Harvey, Joanne, Mist, Ub and Zanna … you guys are the Lullaby Dozers; come stand on the orange mat." Instructed Chris.
The six did as they were asked and stood on their mat.
"Donald, Edith, Ivy, Larry, Ned and Xadrian … you guys are The Nasty Nightmares; come stand on the purple mat." Instructed Chris.
The six did as they were told and walked to their mat while sizing each other up.
"Alfie, Gilda, Kelly, Penta, Sampson, and Yoko … you guys are the Snoozy Slumberers. Come stand on the green mat." Instructed Chris.
"Are we allowed to talk with people on other teams? Because these guys aren't very manly." Frowned Alfie.
"Sure." Shrugged Chris. "Anyway, that means that Betilla, Otis, Quadesh, Ricky, Tilly and Veedle … you guys are the Sweet Dreamers; come and stand on the white mat."
The last six did as they were asked.
"Ok everyone; now that the teams are formed … let's get this challenges started. Follow me and we will begin." Stated Chris.
Chris walked out of the Mess Hall with the twenty four campers following him; as they walked Betilla slowed to walk next to Edith.
"Just because we're on a different team it doesn't mean we can't talk to each other during the challenge." Smiled Betilla before scowling. "Hard luck being on a team with Xadrian."
"It was all chance." Shrugged Edith.
(Confessional: Try not to fall asleep!)
Donald: I'm not sure if I can stay awake for the whole challenge … so I'll have to try and get people on the other teams to fall asleep. Otis is my ally so I'll leave his team alone, but I have a few ideas to use on the other teams.
Yoko: Grandmaster Fong uses this as a training exercise back at the monastery so I might have an advantage … but even so, I bet some of these guys are used to staying up late. Still, it's cool that Kelly and Penta are on my team.
Zanna: This is nice; the teams are nice and small. That'll make it easier to get to know my team mates; hmm, maybe I could go fishing during the challenge if we're allowed to wander a bit? Some fish only come out at night.
Xadrian: Ah th'nk this'll be 'n easy ch'll'nge; ah'm uses ta stain' up late; after all, mah neighbours can be mighty noisy at times; the trail'r p'rk ain't known fur its quietness. Ah might even go f'r a walk 'n the woods; ah can spread out s'm m'r idols and maybe find some real uns as w'll.
Joanne: Time to expand my alliance a bit; it'll be a long challenge so I'll have plenty of time to strategize
And so the Awake-a-thon has begun! Who will sleep and who will stay up late? Stay tuned to find out!
Next Time: The tweens try and stay awake and plenty of things happen.