Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama.
Note: Hey guys! So, update … emotionally, I feel better now than I have in quite a while. Hoping it sticks this time. But either way, things are getting more or less back to normal now … normal for me anyway. So, I've been doing a lot of thinking and I have a good idea where to go with TDL3 once I get back to that, so hopefully you guys will enjoy the next few eps of that. Now, I did just say 'once I get back to that', and after some thought … I've decided that I will be sticking with CvC until the eleventh episode comes to an end. Given my typing speed, current good mood and simply how good an idea I have of where I am going with this story, this shouldn't take as long as it may seem, even with my doorstopper word count shtick. That's about all the news and such I have to report, so on with the chapter!
King of the Hill … Queen of the Pit, perhaps?
The morning sun shone down onto the Maclean Academy and the forest that surrounded it. However, in spite of the sunshine there was also a bit of a rain shower going on. Nothing too stormy, but enough that it was noticeable. Chris stood on the steps of the Maclean Academy holding an umbrella while SARA stood beside him, some rain dripping down its screen.
"If only you were not water proof." Sighed Chris.
"I was built to be waterproof and rust resistant." Stated SARA. "I become moreso these things once Patsy rebuilt me."
"In future seasons, I will never cast people who could repair you ." Muttered Chris. "How long is the rain going to last?"
"Scanners indicate … probably until about an hour or so after the challenge is over." Stated SARA.
"Awesooome! Haha! Today's challenge is gonna be great!" Smirked Chris, looking eager.
"Of course it is, it was my idea." Agreed SARA.
"Yeah, don't remind me." Muttered Chris.
With that, Chris faced the camera and threw up his arms grandly, ready to start the recap.
"Last time on Total Drama Cliques VS Cliques, some of our students showed off new sides of themselves that can only mean fights and ratings down the line. Nice! On the Studiers Yorkie it seems that is a bit of a schemer, ready to use her alleged cuteness to survive. Dale read Lola's idol clue using a loophole and found the Nerd's Idol which he gave to Yorkie. Orwell tried to balance his gameplay with a rather goofy and odd crush on Lola, and Roana showed how good she is at smuggling due to all the beer she has." Exclaimed Chris grandly.
"You didn't check any of them." Said SARA flatly.
"Hey, she passed the background check." Shrugged Chris. "Even Dale did, just barely, so it's cool. Now, over on the Dropouts Peach showed how ungodly and obliviously annoying she is which has led Taylor to give her poor lessons, including withholding food from her! Whoa! Meanwhile Patrick demanded Trevor to eliminate Peach, but Trevor is reluctant. Also, Juliette and Yazz hit it off, bonding over their love of danger and death, while Fortune, I dunno, tried to act like the second coming of our past casting failures?"
"Translation, the Dropouts are a clusterf*ck." Concluded SARA.
"They sure are!" Laughed Chris. "For the challenge it was down into the blackout basement of the main school building for a reflective light puzzle! Each team had to reflect a searing beam of light between mirrors to open the way forward. We saw tripping, burning, rising tempers and a few campers had their clothes ruined! Poor Juliette! Haha! But in the end, the Dropouts were the winners of the episode and won three arcade game cabinets to enjoy."
"Taylor sure didn't." Chuckled SARA.
"Indeed not! But Patrick did, beating my high score earning himself a cool clue to an idol that is already taken. His anger will be all the consolation I need for him beating my score." Snickered Chris.
"You used save-states." Said SARA flatly.
Chris did not respond to this, just returning to smiling for the camera.
"Anyway! Fifteen are still in school, and by the end of the day we'll be left with fourteen! Nobody wants it to be them, so let's see whose plans and hard work flop the most! Haha! Now, can Kenny lead his alliance to the next episode, win or lose the challenge? Will Roana show up to the challenge drunk again? Does Boonie have a gadget that might make all the difference? Will Taylor be able to crush Peach under her foot as she wants? Will Juliette cheat death? Will Trevor eliminate Peach as Patrick wants, or will he go against The Nerd? And who will be the next person voted off?! Find out right now on Total Drama: Cliques VS Cliques!" Exclaimed Chris eagerly.
"...Hmm, this rain is starting to annoy me now." Frowned SARA, using a sponge to wipe its screen.
"Same." Muttered Chris.
(Theme Song, I Wanna Be Famous)
(Mines of Rebirth)
(Sublevel 4)
Arthur stirred. He yawned, stretching as he woke up, and soon got to his feet to start the new day.
"Hmm, looks like I'm still alone." Noted Arthur. "No big deal, I'm sure I'll find somebody soon. Time to get started!"
Arthur pulled the lever and the door blocking the way opening. He instantly spotted Goldie.
"...I didn't mean that fast." Said Arthur, blinking. "Ah well, company is company."
Arthur then paused for a moment.
"Ok, shaking her awake … how would Goldie react to that?" Asked Arthur to himself. "Maybe I should just wait a few minutes?"
Arthur sat on a rock and waited. As he waited, he spotted a piece of parchment slightly covered by rocks. He pulled it out and looked over it.
-To get through this door, take the plunge by the pit trap found beyond the boulder on sublevel 1-
"I guess that would have been relevant a day ago." Noted Arthur. "Not anymore."
Goldie started to stir and then yawned. She stretched out, sitting up. She then spotted Arthur and yelped.
"Arthur! Where the hell did you come from?!" Demanded Goldie.
"I fell down a pit trap. It came out back that way." Stated Arthur, jerking a thumb behind him.
"Find anything useful?" Asked Goldie slyly.
"Can't say that I did, no." Lied Arthur. "Well, except a bunch of casino chips at least. Not sure why."
"Oh, there's a slot machine a ways back over yonder. You can use the chips to get a spin of it, and if all symbols match then you get a clue to help you out here." Explained Goldie.
"Oh, neat. Did you get a clue?" Asked Arthur curiously.
"Nope, darn shame too." Lied Goldie.
Arthur did not buy Goldie's lie, but did not press her. Instead he glanced at the monkey bars.
"Hmmm … if we could get on top of those it'd make things a lot easier. If we have to transport some kind of key item across the gap … dropping it would be a big issue." Frowned Arthur.
"Maybe we'll have to find some way to make a bridge?" Suggested Goldie.
"Seems like it." Agreed Arthur. "Oh! What's that over there?"
On the other side of the gap was a stone pedestal. A star indent was formed into it.
"Ok, looks like we'll have to look for a star." Said Arthur to himself.
"We? This game is every man or women for themselves." Said Goldie, sneering.
"Hey, if you wanna get lost and alone in the dark with nobody to help you, don't let me stop you." Sneered Arthur right back.
"...Fine, teeth clenched teamwork it is." Relented Goldie. "So, guess I'll take you to the slot machine and we'll see what clues we can get."
"Lead the way." Nodded Arthur. "...Say, what sublevel are we on? How did you get down here?"
"I fell down a lousy pit." Grumbled Goldie. "No idea what sublevel this is."
"We have so much in common." Chuckled Arthur.
"Shut your face." Scoffed Goldie.
Arthur gave a playful shrug as he followed Goldie in the twisty tunnels, following the path with the marked walls.
(Confessional: I doubt even a monkey could do the monkey bars, blasted things.)
Arthur: I'm pretty sure Goldie was lying to me … but, I can't judge as I lied to her too. I'd rather not risk her taking the Chef Hatchet Square thing off of me, as I need this to get back in the game … and hope that my secret hasn't become common knowledge. (Arthur shivers). I may not trust her at all, but … well, bad company is better than no company when you're in a big cave system and have a phobia of caves. Guess we'll see how it goes.
(Sublevel 2)
Sanjay woke up and got to his feet. Finneas and Asa were still asleep.
"Hmmmm … wonder if I could mess with them a little for an awkward wake-up?" Grinned Sanjay.
Sanjay thought this over and then shook his head.
"Fun, but it would really hurt my chances." Decided Sanjay. "Plus, Finneas is possibly still pissed off at me for the whole 'shoving him towards alleged danger to save my own skin' thing."
Sanjay picked up his flashlight and shone it ahead.
"Hmm, I can see a room. Well, maybe I'll impress these two if I, Sanjay Raj, can solve the next puzzle. After all, I am very great, so how hard could it be?" Smirked Sanjay, lightly snickering.
Sanjay walked off, leaving his two allies behind. He soon entered the next room. An elevator was nearby and two tunnels led off from either side. With a grin Sanjay approached the elevator.
"Down to sublevel four huh?" Chuckled Sanjay. "Nice!"
Sanjay then frowned.
"Oh crap, it can only be activated from sublevel four? That bites balls!" Muttered Sanjay. "Fine, fine, I'm cool, I'm fine. What else is there in here?"
Aside from some rations placed on a barrel there was also a sword on the wall. Placed on two hooks for support, the sword had a shiny, golden handle shaped like a dragon, and the blade was sharp, silvery and had something inscribed on it.
-Heavenly Twinkle-
"It's a sword … called Heavenly Twinkle?" Said Sanjay flatly.
Sanjay snickered.
"I approve!" Declared Sanjay. "Oh hey, what's this?"
A tag was attached to the sword, and this is what it said.
-This sword will not help you overcome any puzzles-
"...Eh, whatever, it's a cool keepsake and this way I can just scare off anything that comes near me. Heheheh, oh man this is great!" Smirked Sanjay, taking the sword off of it's holders.
Click.
Gas started to fill into the room. With a yelp, Sanjay quickly put the sword back into position. The gas turned off.
"Ok, ok, got the message." Muttered Sanjay. "Sure hope that was laughing gas and not cyanide."
"What's that about cyanide?" Asked Finneas as he and Asa entered the room.
"Oh, this sword. I want it." Explained Sanjay. "But when it gets taken from the hook things holding it, gas gets released."
Finneas looked over the tag.
"It's not gonna help us." Stated Finneas. "Let's just ignore it."
"No way! I want it!" Insisted Sanjay. "Besides, I love swords. Take that as you will, heheh. Besides, I won't freak out if I am armed and dangerous, right?"
"Looks simple enough. Just find something of a similar weight and shape to weigh it down." Suggested Asa. "Later though. Let's check out one of the other passages."
"Or better yet, that elevator." Added Finneas. "The deeper we go, the more idols we're gonna come into contact with."
"It's not working. It's down at Sublevel 4 right now, and it can only be activated from there." Said Sanjay, looking over the sword thoughtfully. "Think a wooden pole would work here?"
"Ok then Asa, left or right?" Asked Finneas, ignoring the question.
"How about right?" Shrugged Asa. "Or not, I don't really mind."
"Ok, right it is. You coming Sanjay?" Asked Finneas.
"Once I get this sword, sure." Said Sanjay, looking over the wooden pole and considering if it was going to work or not.
"Ok, catch up quickly." Said Finneas, walking away down the tunnel. "If you get lost or scared, or probably both, just yell for help and we'll come get you."
"I'm not that easy to scare." Said Sanjay confidently.
"Boo." Said Asa in monotone.
Now holding his heart, Sanjay continued looking over the sword, muttering to himself in fearful annoyance.
"Be safe." Said Asa, before following after Finneas. "Wait for me!"
The two left into the dark tunnel, their flashlights' illumination gradually going out of sight. Sanjay watched them go, and then got back to work.
(Confessional: An enviable sword.)
Sanjay: I may be a coward, but if I'm a coward holding a weapon it'll be less of an issue. I may be scared of guns, maces, flails, chainsaws, darts and … a sh*tload of weapons in general, but not swords for some reason. Heh, I'm gonna look so hot, like a knight or something … once I figure out how to get it off the hooks without releasing the gas! I don't care if it's cyanide, laughing gas or Owen's farts, all three of those things are terrible and I do not want!
Asa: Sublevel 4 huh? Hmmm … maybe Arthur is down there? There, or Sublevel 3? Actually, just how deep is this cave? Yep, it's happened … I'm starting to not feel totally stoic, just mostly stoic. But can you blame me? I'm concerned.
(Maclean Academy)
(Sly Studiers)
Woody was up and about, making the most of the rainy morning. Naturally this meant a good work-out out in the rain. Currently he was doing one-arm push-ups, swapping arms every two minutes. As he worked out Yorkie watched him from behind a tree.
"Oooo, I want to talk to him … but I can't risk it!" Gulped Yorkie. "What if I'd be the first person he's seen today?"
The thought of a punch to the gut kept Yorkie hidden. She watched quietly, waiting until it was sure to be safe. As she did so FARA walked by, a packet of potato chips in hand. Woody saw the robot and then got up, giving it a good and hard punch to the screen, making the robot drop its chips.
"My chips!" Wailed FARA, trying to pick up all that it had dropped.
"Nothing personal. Just rules." Said Woody with a chuckle, going back to working out.
Yorkie sighed in relief, now feeling safe enough to make her way over to her tank built team-mate.
"Good morning Woody." Greeted Yorkie.
"Sup." Said Woody, acknowledging Yorkie. "What's up?"
"Well, I-." Began Yorkie.
"Oh, wait, hold that thought. Could you sit on my back while I do push-ups?" Requested Woody. "A little extra weight on me makes me stronger, and look better. You're not too big anyway, so it's cool right?"
Yorkie shrugged, going along with this and sat on Woody's back. She presently began to go up and down as Woody kept doing push-ups.
"So, what's on your mind? Me?" Smirked Woody, the push-ups not winding him at all.
"Well, in a sense, yes." Confirmed Yorkie.
"Heh, still got it." Chuckled Woody. "Oh, yeah."
"I was just wondering … your rules. Why?" Asked Yorkie.
"I don't want an easy victory." Said Woody, looking cocky. "People love watching me succeed."
"I'm sure they do, but, um … any chance you might accept a suggestion for a rule?" Asked Yorkie, trying to keep her balance as Woody swapped arms for the push-ups.
"Depends what it is. The harder, the better." Smirked Woody.
"Oh, it's hard, for you." Assured Yorkie. "How about, um, you say something nice to each of your team mates every day? One compliment per person?"
"Sorry, no can do." Said Woody, shaking his head. "It just cannot be done."
"Why though?" Sighed Yorkie.
"Duh! It's not gonna make the game hard for me! If people like me they will not vote for me, and then my win will not be satisfying at all. And would you rob the viewers of a good, hard battle to the finale?" Asked Woody, chuckling. "Sorry, any rule I have must cause the game to be hard for me, not be simply hard for me to pull off, like division or something. I gotta show off. Can't let the audience not get the full, hot Woody experience."
"Well, I know Boonie is considering voting for you already." Admitted Yorkie, looking at the clouds. "Can't say I don't exactly see why."
Woody leapt to his feet, sending Yorkie flying with a yell.
"Yes! Finally, some actual challenge!" Cheered Woody, pumping his fists. "Heh, bring it on! Oh, yeah!"
Woody cheered again and jogged off, continuing his workout for the challenge. Yorkie watched him go, stuck in a tree.
"Well, I tried." Shrugged Yorkie. "...Worst part is he's right, he is kinda hot."
Yorkie glanced around.
"Could somebody help me get down?" Called Yorkie.
(Confessional: Do a flip!)
Woody: Finally, people are on my case. Heh, time for my favourite part … the chase! Time to really get into the thick of it. I mean, sure, I could play safe and lie low … but just cause I can, doesn't mean I should, you know? I'm not a wuss! I'm awesome! Ergo, I play awesome! But Yorkie had a point, I should have more rules … the challenge from the two rules I have … it's not enough. Hmmm… (Woody looks thoughtful and then fist pumps). Ha! Got it! New rule; I can only use my right arm and hand during a challenge. None of that leftie sh*t!
Yorkie: I would have said more to Woody, but the thing is … I can't let myself speak up too much in one day. If I do, nobody is gonna buy the cute plan. Shy cuties are not known for being talkative after all. It's early days, with the weaker players getting voted for. I've seen how this works, so I'm laying very low right now; the idol only works one time, and I want to keep it … also, whoa, either Woody is strong as a Minotaur, or I weigh as much as a twig…
Dale sat on the roof of the Sly Studiers dorm room, chewing some gum. He didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by the light rainfall.
"Wonder if we'll be getting lightning." Pondered Dale.
Dale looked down at the ground and spotted Kenny and Orwell walking by, chattering.
"One of those two, or the other one, is getting struck, that's for sure." Chuckled Dale. "Just gotta be careful how I do it."
(Confessional: Rain, rain, rain.)
Dale: Ok, I'm not letting those three reach the next round together. Orwell and Lola sicken me, and Kenny … ick. Plus, strong trio this early? Uh oh! Now, the plan ... it's actually really simple. Yep! See, I just have to direct the majority of the votes towards Yorkie and make sure she plays her idol, so that the rest of the votes can take out one of the 'golden trio'. Ergo, I'm down one loathsome c*nt and an idol is gone. Yay! Happy day! (Dale winks, almost sparkling). Now, I just have to hope Woody won't f*ck everything up. Oh Woody, you sly dog! Always p*ssing people off with your bullsh*t! (Dale giggles, before stabbing a rock into the confessional wall). Knock it off. Now.
Dale sat quietly for a few minutes longer. Soon though he was joined by Lola, who sat down next to him.
"You like rain too?" Asked Lola, glancing upwards.
"I don't hate it." Replied Dale. "I prefer hail though."
"I wonder if the rain means something. Some stormy drama? A shower of votes?" Mused Lola.
"I'd guess a slippery challenge." Suggested Dale. "Could be fun!"
"Oh, you like the challenges?" Asked Lola, interested.
"Well, not as much as Woody and Kenny do, but I'll give it my all. I might be a shortie, but I'm a toughie, rest assured." Said Dale, winking.
"I had assumed you were tougher than you looked, being on the Jock team and all." Nodded Lola.
"I play hockey." Lied Dale. "Sooooo, why all the social behavior, hmm? You like me, eh?"
"Well, you are cute." Giggled Lola. "But, I fancy Orwell, myself."
"Aw, am I not hot enough?" Teased Dale. "So, I hear I'm in an alliance with you and your golden boys?"
"Yeah, I guess Kenny and Woody got talking and the five of us got pulled together. I'll admit, it's a tad awkward not knowing much of anything about an ally." Chuckled Lola awkwardly. "But, we'll be safe for three rounds at the utter worst, so we have time."
"True, true. So, anything you wish to know about me?" Asked Dale. "I'll tell anything if you tell me one itty bitty thing; is Orwell your main ally?"
"He's to me what Woody is to you." Winked Lola.
"Eww, no! I don't wanna bang Woody!" Exclaimed Dale with exaggerated gagging.
Lola just giggled lightly.
"So, we can talk personal later, but I was wondering who you might want as a target today? Gotta be somebody on the outs, of course, but between the three of them it shouldn't be hard to make a choice, I feel." Said Lola, all professional like.
"Easy choice. Yorkie. She's the weakest person on the team by far. At least Boonie has some muscle and Roana is flexible." Said Dale, casually shrugging.
"Well, I did kinda want to get to know her better … but, team pragmatism comes first." Agreed Lola. "I'll see if I can run it by the others soon. Before that, I gotta head to the kitchen."
"Oh, having an early breakfast?" Asked Dale, feigning ignorance.
"You could say that." Said Lola, before smirking. "I do need a drink though, as I am thirsty. Heehee!"
With a handshake, the two parted ways. Once Lola was gone Dale shuddered.
"Freak." Scoffed Dale.
(Confessional: Eager beaver. Eager for wood.)
Lola: (She sips from a mug of coffee). Big alliance going great, and now to go grab that idol. I guess I should have earlier, but … eheheh, boys and alliances and alliances with boys, right? They kept me busy. Well, nice to talk with Dale more. He seems alright. Not as sure about Woody, but he's good for challenges. As for Yorkie … I mean, I guess eliminating her now makes choosing her over Finneas a little pointless, but both would need to get voted off eventually anyway. I'm finding myself more fond of certain Oddballs these days instead of the Nerds. (Lola giggles, sipping more coffee).
Dale: You know something? You really wanna know? (Dale giggles) ...Lola is f*cking disgusting! Yep! I mean … there is no way she'd get away with all the creepy sh*t if she was a boy. Ah, isn't it just precious how if one is female they can be the creepiest flirt ever and it's charming? What fun for all to witness! (Dale scoffs). I guess I can't really talk as I'm no shining example of perfect, and my disapproval probably means little to you guys because of my attitude and my, well, shall we call it 'amateur dentistry'? Suffice to say, both Lola and Orwell ain't my friends. Nope! I'm just in the alliance so keep their votes off of me until it's all too late. (Dale giggles, which becomes a snide snicker.) For a so called smart girl, Lola really is oblivious. Heh.
Orwell and Kenny parted ways with a polite handshake. Kenny wandered off towards the library while Orwell headed off towards the woodshed his team had slept in before the swap. He stepped inside and looked around.
"The school has probably been dormant for years. Hmm, but somehow the smell of sawdust smells as recent as one hour ago." Noted Orwell. "Weird."
Orwell glanced at the wall. A poster was set up; it was old, a little torn and had the words 'detention is your friend' written on it in comic sans.
"...Ok then? Detention was never my friend." Said Orwell, shrugging, before glancing at a camera. "We always had to do math at detention back at my school … only issue was, the teacher was too stupid to know the answers, so he kept asking us for help. It was … an experience."
Orwell then paused.
"Wait, this school had detention in the woodshed? Huh, odd choice. Perfect setting for the starting 'camp' of the Oddballs team." Mused Orwell. "Ok, enough talk, where's that idol?"
(Confessional: Not on the poster.)
Orwell: I must wonder about the unknown backstory of this school. I mean, I know the words over the gate call it the 'Spencer Millington Finishing School', but beyond the name what do we know of it? Why is it abandoned? Might be worth looking into once I get some free time. Ok, so … yeah, I'd like to find an idol. Always kinda wanted to hold one ever since season four introduced them. Idols are great for blindsides, so awesome. All the prepping, and the explosive pay-off! (Orwell looks eager). ...Just gotta find it first. Oh and, um … ok, I'm only just realizing this now but … holy sh*t, they stuck the Genophobe in the Wood Shed. Lame…
Orwell looked around the area, carefully peering under and around everything to make sure all ground was covered.
"Hmm, nothing in here." Concluded Orwell. "Guess it'd be too easy."
"What would be?" Asked a voice.
Orwell glanced back and saw Roana had entered the room, sitting on a chair and looking chill.
"Oh, just the idol." Replied Orwell. "Well, one of the idols, I guess."
"Well, good luck finding one. They could be basically anywhere on the campus." Said Roana, crossing her legs. "I don't have the patience for it."
"Even with your yoga thing? I thought that helped with patience and stuff?" Inquired Orwell.
"Ok, more accurately I just can't be bothered to look for one." Giggled Roana. "I'm infamously awful at scavenger hunts."
"Well hey, that's alright." Assured Orwell "Makes it more likely that I'll be the one to find one, eh?"
"You seem pretty confident." Noted Roana.
"Well, I like to think I know this game pretty well." Said Orwell casually, sitting down on a chair. "Gotta say, this is nice. Talking to a girl without freaking out."
"Why? Do you often freak out when talking to girls? Shy about your feelings?" Teased Roana.
"Uh, well … long story short, I am a pervert who is afraid of sex." Sighed Orwell.
Roana paused, looking confused.
"...That doesn't make any sense whatsoever." Said Roana flatly. "I mean, huh?"
"I am what I am." Said Orwell, shrugging helplessly.
"But what you are is illogical." Replied Roana, taking out a small bottle of booze. "Pretend that this is tea."
Roana took a nice, slow sip of the booze.
"...Wait, do you not find me attractive?" Asked Roana. "Is that why you're not going gaga right now?"
"It's your smaller chest and ass that make me more or less at ease. You do have lovely eyes though." Complimented Orwell.
"Aw, thanks." Said Roana, smiling. "But, uh, if you're around me could you keep the sex talk on the low down? Just a small request."
"Sure, as long as you don't drink too much around me." Agreed Orwell. "I hate the smell of the stuff."
"Sounds crazy enough to work." Chuckled, Roana, putting her drink away.
(Confessional: Sex and booze, no thanks.)
Roana: So, Yorkie's roleplaying and Orwell's … what that is … oh boy, here comes the party bitching. Time for the antidote. (Roana chugs from a beer can). Ahh, much better.
Orwell: That was a nice talk, but I'm glad Roana did not bring up anything to do with alliances and such. I'm kinda good on that front and she's probably one of the next two to go on the team, so I'd rather not build up her hopes for nothing.
Kenny was in the library, sitting on a fluffy armchair. He was reading a book, a smile on his face. The book in question was clearly a teen romance novel.
"Oh em gee, who is she going to pick?" Whispered Kenny eagerly, fanning himself. "Such perfect prose!"
Kenny turned the page and then bookmarked it, setting it down.
"Well, enough light reading." Decided Kenny. "Time to do some super strategy!"
(Confessional: Something super, this way comes.)
Kenny: I do very much enjoy reading. It's fun, educational and I just love creative things, you know? But, super secret info here, I also enjoy winning a million dollars! So I can't neglect my game, no matter how hot those teen romances are! Heehee! Orwell and me are both gonna take time out of our day to look for the idol, or idols if we're lucky, and I am also hoping to talk to some of the people on the other team at some point. Sure, they may be a teensy bit irrelevant outside of challenges right now, but let me tell you sweeties, post-merge it can make a big difference! And given that I'm a tough toughie … I may be a target by then, you know? Gotta play safe, smart and above all … fabuloooous!
Kenny began to look through the shelves. He played it off like he was looking for a book, but really he was checking the spaces between books in case something was hidden.
"Hmmm, no idols here." Concluded Kenny. "And as it's the, yuck, horror section there's no hot fiction here either. Oh well!"
BOOM!
An explosion made Kenny shriek, almost falling over in alarm. A shelf wobbled and a few books fell down, one bonking Kenny on the head.
"Owie!" Pouted Kenny. "...You can really feel the weight of the story!"
With a chuckle at his joke Kenny headed off in the direction the explosion had come from. As he had expected, he came across Boonie. The country boy was currently working on a pair of boots carefully. Nearby a blackened, burnt and broken pair lay discarded.
"Morning!" Greeted Kenny as he walked up.
"Oh, good morning." Greeted Boonie in return. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just the usual dealio, you know?" Said Kenny with a casual smile. "How about you?"
"Just trying to get these boots to work. Rocket boots." Explained Boonie. "All the speed, with none of the fatigue."
"Sounds like a great advertising slogan if you ever wanted to sell them." Noted Kenny.
"I might, but I've gotta work out the flaws first. That pair over there? They went a tad wrong." Said Boonie sheepishly. "But, anybody on our team who wants to use the rocket boots, they need only ask."
"Well, I'll be sure to keep it in mind." Assured Kenny. "I know some of your gadgets have made an oopsie before now, but I know some work. Like, that grapple hook I saw you holding when we all got off of the buses on the first day."
"Actually … that one was made by my little brother." Admitted Boonie, frowning for the briefest of moments. "I was just tightening up the bolts on it."
"I detect a itsy bitsy bit of jealously." Noted Kenny.
"Just a tad." Shrugged Boonie. "So, uh, we don't really know each other do we? Can't talk any strategy without knowing something, right? ...Any girls here you like? Yorkie's cute."
"Well, I do agree that she is, but I'm afraid I wouldn't touch that with any length of pole because I'm taken sweetie." Winked Kenny. "So, what made those other boots explode?"
"I used the wrong kind of wiring to connect the spark plugs." Replied Boonie. "Work in progress, but I should get these done for the challenge. Say, you wanna model them? I hear you're a man who likes shoes."
"Well, it is true, I do like cute shoes." Said Kenny, giggling a little. "Well, you know what … ok! I'll do it! Oh, but before that … anybody you're thinking of sending out if it's an elimination round?"
"Woody. Anything he adds, you do better." Explained Boonie. "Plus, you know, he likes to punch people."
"Yeah, I had intended to take the punch today because for my bod they feel like so what, you know? But, the meanie gave me the slip." Said Kenny, dramatically sighing. "But, he's an option for sure. Do you have the votes though?"
"Ayup. Roana and Yorkie think it's a good plan." Confirmed Boonie. "...I just don't want a lady to be hit, you know?"
"Oh, I hear that honey." Said Kenny in understanding. "But he does add extra muscle to the team. But, enough frowny faces, let's talk about shoes. Now, think you can give them cute laces, hmm?"
"Sure can. Flame proof laces too." Grinned Boonie.
Kenny's eyes sparkled.
(Confessional: Wait until the cute buckle gets added.)
Kenny: (He is wearing the shoes, inspecting them). I look amazing! (Kenny squees). Now, serious talk, thing is … on the one hand I totally get where Boonie is coming from. Hitting is, like, not cute at all. But, Woody does help the team in challenges and, well, he is part of the alliance even if he does vote separately. My plan is simple really, I play with (snaps fingers in a zigzag pattern) pragmatism!
Boonie: I can't think of a better guy to test the rocket boots out than Kenny. He's alright to be around, and he loves shoes. I think I can pre-emptively say the rocket boots will be a success. Little bro, beat that. Now to just see how the challenge goes … hopefully good, huh?
(Dirty Dropouts)
Patrick and Trevor took a slow walk through the campus. The rain had the former frowning, but other than that the two seemed peaceful.
"Is this rain ever gonna stop?" Sighed Patrick.
"It could be worse. No lightning so far." Said Trevor, stepping over a puddle.
"Yeah, so far. Sh*tty weather creates a sh*tty mood … and even sh*ttier challenges. I just know Chris is gonna exploit the mud created for all it's worth." Grumbled Patrick. "We need to win the next immunity, or get f*cked, really."
"I agree. But relax man, we may only have seven players to their eight, but our team is the stronger one, for sure." Said Trevor confidently.
"Oh, and why is that? Because unless my eyes do deceive me the other team has Kenny and Woody, the steroid twins." Said Patrick sourly.
"True, but they also have Yorkie and Lola who are clearly on the weaker side physically, and Boonie whose inventions always backfire." Reminded Trevor. "In a mental challenge Woody will hold them back, and in a physically challenge Yorkie and Lola will hold them back."
"...I hate to say it, but I actually cannot argue with that logic." Admitted Patrick. "Plus, Dale looks pretty shrimpy too. Tiny b*tch."
"I don't buy him being weak. He won the challenge on the third day." Said Trevor thoughtfully.
"Probably a psycho, but we've had one every season since the sh*tfest that was all stars, so it's old hat by now." Said Patrick, shrugging dismissively. "I'll get right to the point; are you gonna vote off Peach, or what?"
"I can see pros and cons." Said Trevor, trying to be subtly evasive.
"I can only see pros myself. And if you keep her in the game, you ain't a pro … at Total Drama. Holy sh*t, why keep that sh*tload of f*ck here?!" Yelled Patrick. "Sure, we can talk about how annoying she is all we want but what the f*ck does that actually solve? Kicking her off is the only way to end this."
"Or, call me crazy but bare with me here … we could explain to her that what she's doing is highly insensitive and offensive." Suggested Trevor.
"She's gotta already know, and is doing it for giggles." Said Patrick flatly.
"I guess I'd rather give her the benefit of the doubt. I mean, if she was doing it for 'fun', then yes, I'd vote her off faster than blinking. But she does not strike me as horrid on the inside." Admitted Trevor.
"Oh, and you know what after talking to her for, what, seven days?" Muttered Patrick. "And even if she does not know she's still being a tw*t, so what difference is there? Hitler didn't know he was being the most evil man in modern memory, but I do not think many people give him the 'benefit of the doubt' … because there's no f*cking doubt to be had!"
Trevor gave Patrick a flat look.
"...Somehow, I do not think Peach will commit mass genocide in the near future. Patrick, what the f*ck? That's not even comparable!" Exclaimed Trevor.
"Perhaps not, but the fact is Peach is a problem." Stated Patrick. "Hey, I actually want to work with you here. Just vote one gal off, and the deal is made. When I make a deal, I make a deal … but of course, you won't make it easy. Ok, here's the choice: you either kick Peach off, preferably with a spiked boot … or, you get her to be a normal human being and, you know, not the most offensive person on reality TV since Aaryn Gries."
"Well, sure, I'll figure her out and act accordingly. Until then, we could just boot Fortune." Suggested Trevor. "Keep down the Oddball numbers."
"Normally I'd call you an evasive f*ck for that, but that idea is totally fine by me." Smirked Patrick. "Besides, at least Taylor can deal with Peach the next few rounds. I'll enjoy watching."
Trevor paused, repeating what Patrick had said in his head.
"What do you mean by that?" Asked Trevor. "Wait … you mean Taylor's gonna beat her up?"
"Oh no, no, the plan is not violence." Assured Patrick. "This is much more interesting. Oh, and here's my stop."
The two had walked to the front steps of the school and Patrick began to walk up them.
"Think about what I said. We are here to win the big prize. Will keeping Peach in the game help you do that?" Asked Patrick, adjusting his glasses as he entered the building.
Trevor looked thoughtful.
"Perhaps not." Admitted Trevor to himself.
Trevor then cast a glare after Patrick.
"But now that I am knowing you better, would keeping you help me win, f*ckbucket?" Muttered Trevor. "What was he alluding to? Hmmm..."
(Confessional: Let's find out after a scene change! ...Or two.)
Patrick: So sue me, I'm allowed to not like people. If you can't force love, why the f*ck should people think that they can force a friendship? I'd rather Trevor join me in this game as we're probably the strongest people on the team, and Taylor too, but if he'd rather side with Peach, so be it. I have votes on my side anyway. Besides, I have an idol to get. Idol beats votes, always.
Trevor: Patrick may be a jerk, but there is the chance he is right and Peach is just being an offensive troll on purpose. If he's right, I'll admit to that fact. Just gotta find Peach and talk to her first. Now, what did he mean when he said Taylor can deal with her for a few rounds? When people say 'deal with' and refer to a person, it isn't usually a good thing. Well, I'll just suck it up and try to keep making the best moves for myself.
Juliette was outside the grounds of the school. After all, as long as the students did not stray too far they were free to enjoy the questionably safe nature. Right now she and BARA were sprinting through the woods, having a race.
"Can't beat me!" Teased Juliette as she started to pull ahead of the robot.
"As if! Robots do not get tired!" Said BARA, a confident smirk on its screen.
"They also don't have plenty of muscle and a fire within them, like moi!" Declared Juliette, smirking as she ran ahead.
"But robots do have rocket boosters!" Yelled BARA, as two pipes extended from its back and blasted out fire. It's legs folded upwards and it shot forwards, hurtling through the air.
"Joyride!" Cheered Juliette, jumping onto BARA as it shot past and clutching its antennae.
With a scream of joy and adrenaline Juliette was pulled along for the ride. After a few moments of hyper fast speed BARA hit a branch and then both robot and teen fell forwards, landing in a river. They surfaced and started laughing, though BARA's laughter sounded very metallic.
"That was fun!" Exclaimed Juliette. "Best race ever!"
"Nah, it woulda been better if we was able to set the forest on fire and then get running." Replied BARA, 'smoking' its metal cigar.
"On one hand, badass and not even scary at all. But, I wouldn't want to have wicked cool fun if it could hurt people or animals." Admitted Juliette, climbing out of the water and wringing the bun in her hair.
"Then you are not badass. Merely bad butt." Said BARA, smirking on its screen. "Last challenge proved it."
"Oh, I'll show you bad butt!" Yelled Juliette with an eager grin. "Enguarde!"
Juliette tackled BARA, pinning it down with ease.
"Say uncle." Warned Juliette.
"Make me!" Scoffed BARA.
Juliette reached a hand towards the antennae, ready to yank it. In response BARA showed a sudden screaming face on its screen. Juliette yelped, but nonetheless bopped the antennae.
"..Draw?" Suggested BARA.
"Might as well. You'd have to change your name if I beat you. I mean, losing to a girl, hardly bad ass." Teased Juliette.
BARA laughed again, very robotically.
"Speaking of winning, you'd do better if you spoke to the other players." Said BARA, lighting up another metal cigar.
"Awww, but I wanna hang out with the super cool robot!" Giggled Juliette. "My game is fine. I have Fortune and Yazz, and Trevor. That's four, and that's enough. Plus, I'm good at challenges."
"...Yeah, alright then. My programming only requires I make a single suggestion anyway." Shrugged BARA, taking a long 'drag' of the metal cigar.
"...Wanna go play Chicken with Bigfoot?" Giggled Juliette. "Fortune says she saw him yesterday."
"Serious talk, are you a death seeker?" Asked BARA. "Do you face danger to try and die? Do you mask depression with a façade of recklessness? Do you not fear pain, as it is what you want?"
Juliette looked stunned.
"...What the hell?! This just got pretty damn dark all of a sudden!" Exclaimed Juliette. "I just like to live life risky is all. No big. Plus a lot of my off-show pals playfully tease about the whole French surrendering thing, so I make it my goal to prove how fearless I am."
BARA 'put out' its cigar.
"Huh, guess you're just really reckless." Noted BARA. "...Ok then, who's up for Bigfoot Chicken?!"
"I am!" Cheered Juliette.
(Confessional: He's more of an ape than a chicken, imo.)
Juliette: That was strange. Darn, and to think, I almost could have had one of those fancy backstories so many players who get far in the game seem to have these days! Well, I'll have to settle for just being me. Thankfully, that's exactly what I need to reach the finale! Now, time to go where no reckless gal has gone before … hope Bigfoot is hungry! (Juliette holds up a bunch of bananas).
Taylor sat on the bleachers inside the gym, using Peach's pendant as a sort of yo-yo. She frowned as she listened to the light rain outside.
"Awful weather." Grumbled Taylor. "So much for summer. No scapegoat for the weather, sadly. Urgh."
As Taylor sat in place, silently cursing the inventor of storms, Peach arrived holding two trays of food. With a sunny smile she approached Taylor, sitting down next to her.
"Good morning!" Greeted Peach.
"What's so good about it?" Asked Taylor. "Rain sucks. Ruins the day, makes farm work harder and it f*cking ruins my f*cking mood!"
"Well, maybe some breakfast cheer will make you smile?" Said Peach, beaming. "It smells so good!"
Peach passed Taylor her tray carefully, and then sat down next to her to enjoy her own breakfast. Taylor just smirked and hit the underside of the tray, sending the food flying.
"Heeeeeeeeey!" Whined Peach. "That was miiiiine!"
"Stop whining." Scoffed Taylor. "It's your next 'poor lesson'. Poor people do not have very much to eat, and have to go without. That's exactly what you're gonna be doing, poor little rich gal, so suck it up!"
Peach was silent for a moment, and then nodded eagerly.
"I shan't let you down Taylor!" Promised Peach. "A Pye always lives up to expectations!"
"I bet any that you cook wouldn't." Muttered Taylor, taking a bite out of sausage.
"...Hey, how come you're eating? You just said that poor people have to go without food." Pouted Peach.
"Because I'm the teacher, and I don't give a f*ck." Shrugged Taylor. "Now, if we lose I get immunity from you, right?"
"Yup!" Nodded Peach, smiling. "Every second I spend by you, I feel poorer! I owe you so much, gal pal! C'mere!"
Peach pulled Taylor into a hug. Taylor's eye twitched.
"I'm giving you five seconds to let me go, or your health might turn poor as well!" Threatened Taylor.
"Unhugging~!" Said Peach, instantly letting go. "Soooo … what lesson is next?"
"Oh, but this one has not ended yet." Smirked Taylor. "You've not even gotten to the hungry pains yet."
"Well, I read Hunger Games and that was cool, so I'm sure Hunger Pains will be just another thing about the poor life to enjoy. Thanks Taylor!" Beamed Peach.
Taylor silently wished that strangling was not against the rules.
(Confessional: No Homer on TD then…)
Peach: My belly feels saaaaaaaad … but, my heart and mind are happy! I didn't come here to be spoiled and pampered with no problems, no sir! I'm not just learning the ways of the lower class, but I'm getting tougher too! Maybe as tough as Taylor? ...Nah, no way, who could be tougher than her? (Peach smiles)
Taylor: Holy f*cking tap dancing Christ! How the f*ck is that b*tch still smiling?! Fine, I'll just up the ante! You do not make fun of the poor and get away with it, f*ckface! She has to be doing this on purpose! Who the f*ck would not realise how offensive that bullsh*t is!? Not even Zoey is that stupid! (Taylor punches the confessional wall, striking hole through it).
Yazz and Fortune sat together by the gates of the Maclean Academy. They sat back to back, playing a game of twenty questions. Currently it was Yazz's turn to ask the questions.
"Favourite colour?" Asked Yazz.
"Not blue." Said Fortune, curling her reddish pink locks around one of her fingers.
"Favourite movie?" Continued Yazz.
"Bee Movie. Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" Exclaimed Fortune. "Hmm, I wonder if dressing up like a bee could be a cool gimmick."
"You are sweet as honey." Noted Yazz. "Favourite apocalyptic scenario?"
"Alien invasion from planet Pluto." Said Fortune confidently.
"Pluto ain't a planet." Reminded Yazz with a cheeky grin.
"Guurrl, don't you be telling me how to live my life!" Declared Fortune, snapping her fingers a few times.
"Life goals?" Asked Yazz, giggling.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous~!" Sang Fortune. "Oh, and … no, no depth here! Won't let it slip this time, nope!"
"Ooo, so close!" Muttered Yazz, pouting playfully. "Hmm … oh! The person on our team who you would least like to spend eight days knowing?"
"I'd have to say Patrick. At least the gimmick-off with Peach keeps me relevant and getting the camera time, but Patrick … he's such an angry stand-out! He's sucking up all the screentime!" Exclaimed Fortune, making a highly exaggerated huffing display. "I bet a lot of fans love him too. I want the fans!"
"Looks like we're voting for Patrick then." Said Yazz cheerfully. "Once I talk to him about the E.T game, as I always was curious about the landfill thing, we can vote him off."
"And then the screentime is ours!" Cheered Fortune. "Or, you know, mine."
"Have all the screentime you want. I just want the million, gurrl." Said Yazz cheerfully. "...What the fozbat?!"
Juliette walked up, covered in banana peels.
"Don't ask." Chuckled Juliette. "So girls, what's the plan? Who we voting for who is totally not named Trevor?"
"Patrick." Said Yazz, standing up. "But we can change the target if you want."
"Nah, Patrick is good. Trevor should be able to help us out with that." Said Juliette confidently.
"Unless there's a major miscommunication and it all goes wrong which will leave somebody totally unexpected high and dry." Added Fortune.
"Well, let's be sure we get the points across clearly. Main point to make now, do not die in the challenge." Declared Yazz. "Drowning in rain drops is a punk way to go out, kay?"
"Don't worry yourself." Assured Juliette. "I'm living forever through sheer willpower."
Fortune glanced at a nearby camera.
"My clusterf*ck alliance everybody!" Announced Fortune.
(Confessional: Worse kinds of f*cks to be had.)
Yazz: This would be easier is Arthur was still here. I miss the guy, but owing to his unfortunate lack of not being voted off, I have to be the one to make ends meet. And that means not just making sure my alliances' inevitable destruction doesn't happen too soon, but also coming up with cool dares for Juliette to have fun with. I'm thinking jumping off the roof into a bunch of leaves! But as it is not Autumn yet ... I better get plucking.
Fortune: I got nothing. I just want to raise my visibility by a few points is all. (After a short silence Fortune gives a short wave).
Patrick strode into the Mess Hall and towards the kitchen, ready to claim the idol. He made a beeline to the freezer in the kitchen and looked through it, but found nothing.
"Where the f*ck is it?" Muttered Patrick.
As Patrick pondered over this issue, the pantry door opened and Lola walked out, also frowning lightly.
"Maybe in th-eek!" Yelped Lola, only then noticing Patrick. "Where did you come from?"
"A pervert like you should know the answer to that." Shrugged Patrick.
A short silence ensued.
"So, what are you doing here?" Asked Patrick.
"Oh, nothing much. Just seeing if they have my favourite coffee brand back here." Lied Lola. "You?"
"Seeing if they had any ice cream worth having." Shrugged Patrick. "Find anything else you like back here?"
"Nothing you'd like." Stated Lola. "...We cool now, after the Finneas boot?"
"I think it was an awful idea, but what the f*ck, not like it matters now is it?" Shrugged Patrick again, indifferently.
There was an awkward silence, both glanced at each other and then the door … and then back to each other. Both then noticed each had a piece of paper sticking out of their pockets.
"What's that?" Asked both in usion. "Nothing."
After pausing from the strange feeling of coincidentally saying the exact the same thing, both had the same realisation.
"You have a clue to the idol!" Yelled Patrick. "It's why you're here!"
"I'd say that you have a clue, and want the idol too!" Replied Lola.
"Well how would you know that? Takes a clue to know a clue." Sneered Patrick. "And gross girl you are, you'd know a clue."
"The fact you assume it's anything to do with the idol, and that the idol is here shows you've got a clue." Frowned Lola.
"You're not even denying that you're looking for the idol." Noted Patrick. "...Piece of sh*t, you found it! F*ck!"
"Whuh? Hey, I didn't find the idol." Insisted Lola. "I was still looking when you … got … here … ooooo, you cheeky little monkey! You have it, don't you?"
"Oh, and what proof do you have?" Scoffed Patrick.
"Well I've been looking and then went into the pantry. You found it while I was in there!" Pouted Lola. "Darn it, I wanted it."
"I don't have it. In fact, I think you have it, b*tch. I bet you just want to accuse me and get me kicked off to remove a thorn in your side." Sneered Patrick.
"...Well, it seems that as we have clues, one of us has the idol." Said Lola, a colder look on her face. "And it's not me."
"Strange, because it's not me either." Said Patrick, turning away. "Well enjoy that idol while it lasts. I'd say you're gonna need it. I'm sure your team would find the idol a very interesting topic to discuss."
"I'd same about you and your team. You may be a total hottie Patrick, not to Orwell's level but still nice, but that won't keep you safe for long. You say you're The Nerd? Well, let's find out." Said Lola, crossing her arms.
"Gladly. I'll survive off of my own wits and brains, and you just rely on the idol to get you out of fire." Sneered Patrick.
"You were gonna use it for that … in fact, you're still going to!" Exclaimed Lola.
"Oh come off of it, you're the one with the idol b*tch." Said Patrick coldly. "Whatever, I'm outta here."
Patrick left the room and then the Mess Hall itself. Lola was alone and, with an annoyed snort, began to make some coffee.
"If only he'd stayed a few more seconds I'd have turned out my pockets. See him argue with facts like that. No big. He'll have to use his idol fairly soon anyway." Said Lola confidently. "...Better pass this information along to Kenny and Cutie, quick."
(Confessional: Oh, the dramatic irony in the air…)
Patrick: Damn! That was gonna be a lifeline for me .. f*ck! Well, guess I should've just gone looking for it last night, but I can still use this. I've got to figure out who Lola's enemies are and tell them she has the idol. Give fuel to the sh*tty f*cked up fire!
Lola: (She sips from a mug of coffee). Well that stinks. But, at least the idol is on the other team so it will not impact upon my game, right? Now then, three factors are relevant here. I should try to get Patrick's team to vote for him to ensure the idol leaves the game quickly. I will need to make sure the alliance picks a target, either Yorkie or somebody else … maybe even Roana? I can see logic for it. And, the most important factor … (Lola giggles, making a pervy expression) ...Orwell gets yummier every day! Mmmm! (Lola winks).
Roana sat outside the Sly Studiers Dorm Room, in a meditative, yoga pose. She was very relaxed, but could only wince a little, her focus broken, as JARA walked by screaming at DARA.
"You useless freak!" Screeched JARA.
"It am not my fault." Said DARA dumbly.
"Well the challenge area is messed up and muddy now, and you were there! Who else's fault is it? Father f*cking Christmas?!" Yelled JARA.
"It am possible. Durrrrrr..." Slurred DARA.
JARA dope-slapped DARA and stormed off. DARA turned the other way and walked into a wall. It kept walking in place, trying and failing to phase through the wall.
Roana stared at this, blinking a few times.
"...Pointless robots are pointless. Never really liked them." Shrugged Roana, going back to her yoga.
Trevor walked up and sat next to Roana.
"Why, good morning to you." Greeted Trevor, winking. "What's up?"
"The robot population." Moaned Roana. "But, so is team spirit. That's cool. Say … are you flirting with me?"
"Nah, just being friendly. But if using the flirt card helps a little, well, we'll see. Anyway, how's things going? We've not spoken since the swap." Noted Trevor, glancing up at the sky. "Also, yoga in the rain?"
"It's the second best kind of yoga, besides drunk yoga." Giggled Roana. "And on my team, all is well. I mean, Woody punched me but I think there's a move going on to vote him out, so that's a thing. I'm just trying to do a good job at keeping out of trouble."
"Sounds like the smartest way to play right now. This season is full of hotheads … and I'm one of them." Chuckled Trevor. "Be safe, but don't neglect making connections."
"Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing. After all … drunk players are often easy to make a suggestion to." Winked Roana, opening a can of beer and sipping from it. "Aaaaahhh."
"Whoa, now that is sly." Noted Trevor.
"I have to be sly bud, I'm the only prep on my team." Said Roana, quickly finishing off her can. "You can be less so as you have Peach."
"Speaking of which … have you seen her anywhere?" Asked Trevor, gaining a more serious tone. "Patrick said Taylor is going to 'deal with her'. Maybe I'm just being one paranoid butler, but that sounds sinister."
"Taylor and Peach, alone together? ...I feel more sorry for Taylor!" Joked Roana.
"Yeah, Peach is a handful." Chuckled Trevor. "But, you know, just making sure she's ok as like us she's a Prep. Well, if you've not seen her it's fine, she'll be at the challenge."
"As will I, and your team is once again going to kick somebody off." Smirked Roana.
"Whoa girl. That's harsh." Said Trevor, huffing jokingly.
"Like you told me Trevor, lay low but don't neglect making connections." Said Roana with a sly wink.
"Heheh, true enough." Chuckled Trevor. "So … any ideas where the losers might go once they're voted off? I don't think there bare any islands around here, so maybe no Phoenix Island? Just been wondering."
"...Maybe Phoenix Forest?" Guessed Roana, taking out a can of beer and offering it to Trevor. "Thirsty?"
"...Ok, just how much booze did you smuggle in?" Asked Trevor flatly.
"Enough." Said Roana simply.
(Confessional: And then some.)
Trevor: So, I have allies on my team and Roana is somebody I can count on to keep me updated on her team … joy of joys, I can put the game talk on hold for a bit! Hallelujah! Time for some fun now; maybe challenging the angry robot to an arm wrestle, eh?
Orwell and Kenny were in the Prep house, having a small meeting where none of the other players could eavesdrop.
"Any luck with finding the idol?" Asked Orwell.
"Alas, all I found were these cute shoes." Declared Kenny. "For the shoes alone, I am of a good mind to keep Boonie safe, honey."
"Well at least your search did not come up empty." Said Orwell, smirking. "As for me … nothing, except some sawdust up my nose. I may have an allergy."
"Oh no!" Exclaimed Kenny.
"I'll live." Assured Orwell. "We'll act casual for now, and then get back to looking for that thing once night falls. Yazz and Fortune do not seem the kind to look for an idol, but as for everybody else … hope you like hard work."
"Hun, do you think I get this fabulous look without hard work? This hair won't condition itself." Winked Kenny. "Don't worry though, we're not in dire need of an idol yet. We have bigger concerns."
"Like what?" Asked Orwell, bracing himself. "...Tits?"
"Worse! ...My shirt might be going out of style!" Exclaimed Kenny.
"Kenny, only you could put a shirt over a million dollars." Said Orwell flatly.
"And only you could put tits over gameplay." Teased Kenny. "Ooo! Shots fired, hun!"
Orwell just laughed, right as Lola entered the room.
"There you two are! What are you doing in here?" Asked Lola, taking a seat. "Doing something you'd rather not have a hormonal gal see, hmmm?"
"I like girls!" Said the boys in usion.
"Jinx!" Exclaimed Kenny.
"Sh*t." Chuckled Orwell.
"No jinxing guys, I have serious news." Said Lola. "I daresay it is … serious."
"Well don't leave us in suspense sweetie, what is it?" Asked Kenny, crossing his muscular arms and raising an eyebrow.
"It's not bare facts or a naked truth, right?" Gulped Orwell.
"You silly cutie!" Giggled Lola, before composing herself. "That letter Chris gave me after the barrel challenge? Idol clue. I go there today to get it, and Patrick is there … and the idol is nowhere in sight. Patrick is holding an idol."
"Oh em gee!" Exclaimed Kenny.
"Well, he's not on our team, right? So … he can't use it against us." Said Orwell confidently. "Chances are the idol will be gone in five days tops, and it will not be merge day by then. No worries."
"You know what Orwell? You're right." Agreed Lola, giving Orwell a hug. "Sooooo smart!"
"Ok, now there are worries!" Squeaked Orwell.
Lola giggled, parting from her friend.
"Ok then, so … I spoke to Dale and he was saying that Yorkie might be a good target if we lose." Stated Lola. "After careful, logical thought … I think it might help the team."
"Well, I can see the pros to that. But, Boonie would be on our six, hun." Reminded Kenny.
"We'd have the numbers though, five to seven." Added Orwell.
"So shall it be said, so shall it be done!" Giggled Kenny. "Always wanted to say that. Well, not long left until the challenge so … good luck guys. Let's bring our super games!"
(Confessional: Super? Not good enough!)
Kenny: I see Dale's logic for voting Yorkie off, and I can see why Lola agrees. With Lola agreeing to it, maybe Orwell will? As for me though? ...Yup, super plan to me! Only thing is, if Yorkie really shows a super duper effort today, we may need to change the plan. It's a team hun, so I gotta decide what's best for me and the team, kay-kay? Now then … I hope the rain won't ruin the challenge. Heavens above, it's already ruined my hair a little…
Orwell: Well, the Jock Idol is gone … Patrick has the Nerd Idol … so, that means the other two idols are still hidden, unless somebody has them already. The paranoia is both a killer and yet somehow enjoyable. Like how I feel about sex. (Orwell chuckles, which quickly becomes a strained whimper). This rain does not bode well. Rain and shirts dudes, rain and shirts!
Yazz, whistling a tune, walked through the campus of the school. The rain shower was starting to stop, but hadn't completely ended yet. As she walked she passed by Taylor, who was leaning against a wall casually.
"Hi Taylor, wh-." Began Yazz.
"Keep walking, wierdo." Said Taylor, not even making eye contact. "I just had a morning of Peach. I don't need you p*ssing me off too. Get!"
"Ok, see ya. Bye." Shrugged Yazz as she walked away, still whistling.
Taylor breathed in, and then out, happy to enjoy the solitude. However, Patrick then stormed up, looking annoyed.
"What's got your panties in a bunch?" Asked Taylor, looking up at the clouds. "Urgh, don't like the look of them storm clouds..."
"I was going to get an idol I found a clue for, but Lola beat me too it. F*cking b*tch won't even admit it. Sh*tload of f*ck." Grumbled Patrick.
"I see two things wrong with that. Lola having an idol, and you randomly getting a clue." Noted Taylor. "Just an idol, who the f*ck cares?"
"An idol that could f*ck us over!" Barked Patrick.
"How? It's on the other team. 'Sides, nobody who ever uses an idol ever wins the game. Keep them cursed f*ck ugly statues away from me." Scoffed Taylor. "Where'd ya get the clue?"
"I got a high score on the Pacman game. I suspect that the other games will also give clues once Chris' high score is beaten." Explained Patrick. "I'll admit, that's kinda clever … and it f*cking pains me to praise Chris given his score was not easy to beat."
"Then why the f*ck are you talking to me? Go play games and get the clues, f*ckface!" Yelled Taylor.
"You just said you didn't want an idol." Sneered Patrick.
"I don't, but you seem pretty desperate for one of them trinkets." Said Taylor, shrugging. "Besides, do I look like I give a f*ck about video games?"
"Do you give a f*ck about anything though?" Pressed Patrick.
"I like yo-yo tricks." Said Taylor idly, taking her yo-yo out and swinging it about as she spoke. "Either you suck it up and just get a clue to another idol, or stop b*tching! There's like, what, four overall and two of them are still unclaimed. Get moving, lazy f*ck!"
The two scowled, and then both smirked.
"I like your attitude." Said Patrick, snickering. "Only person here worth a damn."
"Likewise." Chuckled Taylor. "You make up for the fact those five robots got built. Who the f*ck wasted their money on those hunks of sh*t?"
"Same person who built Pahkitew Island?" Guessed Patrick. "Oh, by the way, how goes the 'poor lessons' with Peach?"
"F*cking annoyingly, but she's probably never gone longer without food so it's whatever." Said Taylor, pocketing her yo-yo.
"Sh*tload of awesome." Chuckled Patrick.
(Confessional: Oh boy, that's a lot of work for the censor department.)
Taylor: Idols are a bunch of sh*t. Just another attempt at making drama. Oh, I'm sorry, do you not think me and Patrick do that for you? ...Well, f*ck you too! Urrgh, this place f*cking blows and I still have twenty more days of this bullsh*t to get through! At least I'm not on the bother team. They look even worse than this one!
Patrick: Wait a second … she said players who use idols never win … when Taylor suggested I get more clues to them, was she trying to get me to lose in some strange way? ...Eh, whatever. I wouldn't take her to the final two either even if I do like her. (Patrick shrugs). If Taylor's family are as foul mouthed and not-give-a-f*ck as her I may be willing to go where no Nerd has gone before after the show … a farm. Yeah, f*cking badass for me. Until then, I sure as sh*t hope Trevor gets his ass in gear and makes a move at Peach one way or the other pretty damn soon.
Woody jogged along the side of gym building, still running in the rain. He spotted Boonie nearby, doing a chalk blueprint for some sort of gadget on the walls.
"Oi, you!" Called Woody.
Boonie glanced back.
"Yeah?" Replied Boonie.
"I hear you're voting for me if we lose." Noted Woody.
"Eeyup, that I am. Not gonna beat around the bush there." Confirmed Boonie.
"Just wanna say, really appreciate it man." Said Woody, actually looking grateful. "Finally, some real challenge!"
"Uh … yeah, sure, if you wanna take it that way." Said Boonie, putting the chalk in his pocket.
"Oh, and I'm voting for you. Rule is for me to vote in the minority, and I do not think anybody wants you out yet." Said Woody, casually.
"Well … that's actually pretty good news. Sweet. So, uh, was that all you wanted?" Asked Boonie.
"Actually, can you tie my left arm behind my back, man?" Requested Woody. "New rule is in effect today. I can only use my right arm and hand in a challenge, and I don't wanna accidentally break the rule because of reflex or something. It'll only take a second."
Boonie gave a nearby camera a WTF expression.
"Want me to tie your legs too?" Asked Boonie, not sure if he himself was joking or not.
"Maybe in the merge." Mused Woody.
(Confessional: My hands are tied with this one.)
Woody: (His left arm is tied behind his back with wire). I am officially challenge ready! Yeah!
Boonie: I may not like him, but he did ask politely. 'Sides, if this costs us the challenge it might make him easier to vote off. Heheh, if only he asked me to duct tape his mouth shut too, eh? (Boonie chuckles a little). Well, challenge time just about. I got a secret weapon and I daresay the other team ain't gonna like it. Assuming it works properly at least.
(Muddy Field)
The teams arrived at the football pitch of the campus. But no game of football was going to be played today, as the pitch was wet, slippery and muddy from the rain which was now very lightly spitting down. DARA has been here earlier, and made the mud even worse. A raised, circular wooden platform was set up in the centre of the pitch. Once the campers had all arrived, standing amongst their teams, Chris began the explanation while SARA turned on a windscreen wiper to keep its screen dry and clear.
"Welcome to your next challenge, students! The rain has made things very slippy and muddy … perfect conditions for a game of King of the Hill!" Cackled Chris. "Now, the rules are simple! You will be randomly selected in one on one match-ups, each being a Studier VS a Dropout. This will be a tournament bracket, so if you win your duel you move on to the next round and fight another player of the other team, up to a maximum of four rounds. Whoever wins the final round wins it for their team … or, whichever team loses all their members first loses. Whatever comes first."
"To win a round, simply get your opponent off of the platform." Stated SARA. "You can use any means you want, even outside means, but it must remain between the two on the platform and you are forbidden from causing serious injury. A few bumps and bruises are ok. It won't be easy though, as the platform is slippy from the rain and as the rounds go on it'll only get slipper and harder to stand."
"Overall, a fun challenge! ...Well, fun to watch anyway." Smirked Chris. "Any questions?"
"Our team has less members." Stated Yazz. "We gonna have to get somebody to go twice? Not it!"
"Or do we have to have somebody sit out?" Asked Yorkie, playing up the timidness.
"Or are you just gonna go screw it and kick off people who are not fighting dirty enough?" Asked Dale, winking.
"I wish I could use that last idea." Admitted Chris. "But, nope! I had an idea that I personally think is even better! Hahaha! SARA is gonna be filling in the empty slot on the Dropouts."
"Wait, what?" Asked SARA, looking annoyed. "You didn't tell me that part."
"Didn't have to." Smirked Chris. "Go join your team."
"I don't have to." Said SARA flatly.
"Oooo, I think you do." Said Chris, looking rather satisfied to finally get one over on his nemesis. "You are company property, and hence have to do exactly what is ordered of you in relation to the show. Honestly, as long as I do not break you, I can do anything I want to you … as can other staff. Now go over there, say hello to your team and enjoy getting bashed about. You came up with this challenge and I would hate to be as mean as to deprive you of enjoying it! Have fun!"
"...Beats standing near you." Muttered SARA, moving to stand with the Dropouts. "Sup."
"It's creeping me out. A lot." Gulped Fortune, edging away ever so sightly. "Terminator!"
Woody looked ecstatic, pumping his untied fist into the air and cheering.
"Yes! Can't wait to fight it!" Cheered Woody. "All the difficulty!"
"All in good time Woody. It's up to random chance … but hey, if you wanna punch it, I can't blame ya man." Smirked Chris. "Ok, to ensure SARA does not potentially fix the randomiser to get an easier foe, I'll have BARA decide the match-ups this time. Are we ready?!"
"Wait! What if the robot uses one of its gadgets against us?" Asked Lola. "I mean, I know outside stuff is allowed, but that seems a little too powerful."
"Ooo, now I wish I was able to duel her." Chuckled Juliette.
"It can't use its gadgets." Assured Chris.
"Why not? Boonie might use tech in his duel, or duels." Stated SARA.
"You're naturally strong, and robots don't get tired. Anything else would be excessive." Stated Chris.
SARA shrugged, accepting the reason though also robotically grumbling a little.
"You're going down Studiers! We got a robot!" Cheered Juliette.
"I could beat you all with one hand tied behind my back! Oh, and I will." Bragged Woody.
"Fear our wrath!" Giggled Kenny.
"What the f*ck just happened?" Groaned Taylor.
Peach put a hand on Taylor's shoulder.
"Technology happened." Said Peach sweetly.
"Get that hand away from me, I don't know where it's been." Grunted Taylor.
Trevor watched the two silently, looking thoughtful.
"Ok then! Time for the first match-up!" Announced Chris. "...Once a certain robot finishes its cigar break that it should not even be having!"
(Confessional: Robo-a-gogo!)
Kenny: I'm ready to get down and dirty! ….Oooh, but I won't like it! My cloths might be ruined! But, immunity matters more than cloths, so I'll be willing to make this sacrifice for the greater good.
Dale: Ooo, I love fighting! So much fun … for the one giving pain! Guess who? Me! (Dale giggles). But of course, I'm gonna try to believably throw it for my plan to work. Eh, even the nerds on the team are kinda braindead, so it won't be hard to f*ck over what the 'majority' wanted to happen.
Roana: As a new age gal, I am basically supposed to say fighting is wrong, and to be a lover, not a hater. But as it's a challenge, I'm doing it anyway. (Roana winks)
Juliette: Hmmm … you know, it seems to me the robots do not have rights like humans do. I thought that kind of thing only happened in silly stories? I wonder if Boonie could invent a robot-Lincoln so that they can get some legal rights. The 2000's just become the new 1800's! Woo!
Yazz: I hope Lady Luck is smiling upon us today. I mean, there are rumoured ways to get her on one's side, but, um, heehee, I don't wanna get arrested, silly!
Trevor: Was it just me, or was Peach missing her pendant? Huh, strange. I'll ask her about that later, but right now, time to win … and I might have to play a little sly here. As for SARA, eh, I've never really had an opinion on the robots one way or the other, really.
(Mines of Rebirth)
(Sublevel 2)
Finneas and Asa exited the long tunnel they had gone through, and arrived in a new area, which had a puzzle set up, clearly important. A cage rested on a pedestal, and within it was a green gem and a piece of parchment. Beyond them was a large painting on the wall, and a grandfather clock either side of it. The painting showed two knights fighting. The knight on the right had a long sword raised high and the short sword pointing downwards. The knight on the left had the long sword facing right at the chest of the other knight, and the short sword pointing directly upwards. Something had to be done with the painting and clocks to free the gem.
"...Ok, so … did not really expect to see fine art and two well made clocks in a mine. A mansion perhaps, but not a mine." Noted Finneas.
"I guess the puzzles themselves matter more than if they fit the theme of where we are." Noted Asa. "Well, we're gonna need that gem, that's for sure."
"Agreed. Me and Sanjay, and you too I guess, passed a gate on the way here. The one with the sign showing five gems next to it? This has to be one of those, the emerald." Said Finneas confidently. "Ok, hmm … any ideas where we ought to start?"
"I'll start by showing you something." Stated Asa.
Asa reached into her pocket and then showed Finneas the topaz she had found the previous day.
"Why are you showing me that?" Asked Finneas, now looking very interested.
"I have something needed to get to one of the idols. If you work with me, you stand a better chance at being able to reach it." Explained Asa. "Just giving you a reason to trust me … or, I dunno, delay the betrayal. Either or."
"Well, I'll admit this makes me more interested in keeping you close." Nodded Finneas. "So, any ideas for this puzzle? I know the clocks are involved … and the picture must be showing something … I just don't know what the correlation is. Hmmm..."
Asa put the gem back in her pocket and looked over the puzzle, tapping her chin.
"...F*ck if I know." Remarked Asa nonchalantly. "If it's not sports, sports trivia, math for sports games or model trains, I'm stumped. Maybe Sanjay knows?"
"If he does, I'll be very impressed." Stated Finneas. "Wonder when he's gonna get here. It's a good idea to stick together."
"I agree. Why, it's such a good idea that I already did it." Snickered Sanjay, standing right behind Finneas.
Finneas yelped a little while Asa didn't visibly react. However, even her eyes widened when she saw that Sanjay was now wielding the sword from before.
"...Ok, yes or no, is the room back there now full of gas?" Sighed Finneas. "Please says no."
"Nope, I solved the puzzle. I just put one of the poles in its place, and with careful angling … I got this." Chuckled Sanjay. "On your guard!"
Sanjay made a few fancy swings of the sword, which he accidentally let go of which led to Asa stuck to the wall, the sword pinning her collar to the wall.
"Uh, yeah, could you not." Frowned Asa lightly, taking the sword out and passing it back to Sanjay.
"Why did you give it back to him?" Asked Finneas flatly.
"Well this way he won't get scared, so the group will function better, and therefore we'll find Arthur quicker." Said Asa logically.
"Asa's right." Agreed Sanjay. "Besides, you said it yourself Finneas, you like swords."
"Oh my God Sanjay, did you really just say that?" Groaned Finneas.
"Yup. But don't worry, it's the same here bud." Chuckled Sanjay.
"That does not make it better." Said Finneas flatly.
"...Sorry." Apologised Sanjay. "Now, let's take a look at this puzzle. We need that gem."
"If you think you can solve it, go for it. It's not easy though, I can't figure it out." Said Finneas idly.
Sanjay, sword in his left hand, approached the puzzle and looked it over. He tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"...Got it!" Said Sanjay confidently after a few moments.
(Confessional: Stay tuned for the solution! Can you figure it out?)
Sanjay: Yeah … maybe I should try to be a little more low-key when I mess with my allies? I mean, losing them and being abandoned in the dark … well, sword or not, that's distinctly not fabulous. Plus, shameless hide-behinds aside, eh, I like Finneas. Could stand to be a little less serious, but then again I could stand to be more serious, so … no more sword puns, swear on it. ...And here's the proof. Sh*t. (Sanjay snickers)
(Sublevel 4)
Due to Goldie marking the walls with dollar signs the previous day, she and Arthur were able to find their way through the twisty tunnels with ease. Soon enough, they were back at the slot machine.
"That was a risky idea, marking the walls. What if the gem had broke?" Asked Arthur.
"I figured a super important clue would not break that easy." Said Goldie nonchalantly.
"Good thing you were right." Murmured Arthur.
Arthur approached the slot machine, looking it over.
"So, want me to put those tokens in? For luck?" Purred Goldie. "My family owns a casino you know?"
"I don't really believe in luck. Just random chance. I'll do it." Replied Arthur, taking out his tokens. "Ok, let's take a spin."
Arthur had five tokens, and the first three gave him nothing. However, the next two were both winners, and so two clues were printed out.
"Huh, interesting." Noted Arthur as he read them over.
"What do they say?" Asked Goldie. "C'mon, tell me."
"Here, take a read, see what you make of it." Said Arthur, willingly passing them over. "I'm not gonna forget what they say."
Goldie nodded, looking over the first clue. This is what it said.
-To best the spiders and find some handsome gold, be sure to find the big battery somewhere nearby their lair.-
"Spiders?!" Squeaked Goldie in horror.
"Not a fan?" Asked Arthur. "I always kinda found the little guys cute."
"They're horrifying abominations!" Yelled Goldie. "Let's hope the next clue is less sickening."
Goldie then read the second clue. This is what it said.
-Only a fool would confront The Beast without the Heavenly Twinkle.-
"...What the f*ck…?" Muttered Goldie. "Heavenly twinkle? Sounds like something a few of my gals pals would own."
"Did not want that mental image." Said Arthur with a groan.
"You're gay? Is that why flirting a bit isn't working?" Asked Goldie, groaning as well.
"No, I'm just not fond of sex talk. Actually, anything relating to the human body kinda puts me off." Admitted Arthur.
"Hmmm … is that why you're an Oddball? Wanna tell me about that?" Offered Goldie taking slow, sultry steps towards Arthur, turning up the charm. "You always did strike me as a pretty normal kind of Oddball."
Arthur looked highly uncomfortable.
"Nah, it's because I cyberwed video game characters all the time. My hobby, you know?" Lied Arthur.
"I think you're lying." Noted Goldie, matter-of-factly.
"And you don't lie? You've lied multiples times to me already." Smirked Arthur.
"Point." Conceded Goldie. "Wish these clues had a clear point though. Cryptic crap."
"I'm sure it'll make sense soon." Said Arthur confidently. "Well, maybe."
Arthur then spotted another tunnel nearby, one Goldie had not marked.
"Hey, let's check that one out." Suggested Arthur. "Might have something interesting down it?"
"Maybe. Lead the way, my Suspiciously Normal Oddball." Purred Goldie.
Arthur gulped, trying to keep a chill expression as he led the way. It wasn't long before the two came across something of worth, taped to the wall.
A map of Sublevel 4.
"Excelente!" Cheered Goldie.
"Well, well … this is interesting." Smirked Arthur. "Ok … carefully does it."
Arthur began to slowly remove the map off the wall. As he did so Goldie placed a hand to her pocket, where the map of Sublevel 1 was located.
(Confessional: Here comes trouble!)
Arthur: Now that I have company, I'm thinking clearer. Like her or not, Goldie keeps the fears away as, well, she has the ability to exist, so I'm not alone. Heheh. Anyway, basic plan is really to just solve as many of the puzzles as possible and cover as much ground as we can before the others show up. I'm not gonna panic, as Asa will get here eventually. She's tough. Also, I say we tentatively as I don't really trust Goldie. Then again, if the cannibal thing got out, would anybody trust me? Well, maybe if I could, you know, explain the specific context.
Goldie: Hmm … maybe when he falls asleep, I could swipe that map? Get a lead on him, get some key items on my pocket, with the million to follow. But first … what's he hiding? I like a man with secrets, and I rarely get disappointed. Just gotta be … gentle. I can do gentle. (Goldie winks). ...I can do it better than Chris can write a useful clue, that's for sure!
Next Time: The duels begin, with much humiliation and slapstick ensuing! One team becomes king of the hill, and the other team votes somebody off.