(A/N: I hope you guys enjoy today's episode- fans of the Grand Theft Auto series especially. If you don't follow the series, you may not understand a few of the references, but don't worry, I tried to make sure the humor didn't rely on them too much.)
"Okay," Eva whispered, "listen, this is gonna be a close call, but we can make it through this."
Eva was sitting across from Bridgette in first class, discussing a way to make it through the game. Justin, also the winner of the previous challenge, had instead elected to stay with Geoff and Noah in the cargo hold.
"Here's what's going to have to happen," Eva said, "first, one of us is going to have to win immunity tonight. It's a safe bet that if you win, they'd vote for me, and vice versa. So, at the last second before the elimination, I'll transfer my immunity to you."
"Do you think Chris will go for it?" Bridgette asked.
"Of course," Eva shrugged, "anything to bring in ratings. Then, we both need to vote for Noah."
"Why Noah?" Bridgette asked.
"Because," Eva said, "he's the smartest of the three. Without him, they'd be much easier to beat."
"If you say so," Bridgette muttered.
"I do say so," Eva snapped, "and if I were you, I'd remember my place."
Bridgette rolled her eyes and looked out of the window.
"After today, getting rid of Geoff and Justin should be a breeze," Eva stated confidently, a smirk on her face, "then we'll be in the finals, and split the winnings 70-30."
"Woah, woah," Bridgette said, leaning forward, "you said it'd be a 50-50 split."
"Fine, we'll do 60-40," Eva scoffed, "winner gets majority. It's only fair, you know."
"Whatever," Bridgette muttered, "we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, won't we?"
"Yes," Eva hissed, "yes we will."
CONFESSIONAL: Eva
There's no way Bridgette is touching a single cent of that reward money. Once Noah is gone, Bridgette is gone. Then, I suppose, I'll face Geoff in the finals. It'll be more... dramatic that way. Geoff, the boy trying to avenge his lost love, versus me, the Queen of Reality TV! Perfect, don't you think? Of course, I have to make sure that the defeat of the remaining four players- Bridgette, Noah, Justin, and of course Geoff- are nothing less of a masterpiece. Because let's face it, even when Heather won last season, who came on top? Who got all the glory? Cody. I'm not going to let that happen. Not only are they going to lose to me, they are all going to suffer complete and total humiliation at my hands. And then, I'll be the TRUE winner of this stupid show. Because I AM this show.
CONFESSIONAL: Bridgette
Well, here I am working with Eva, again. It was a lot easier convincing her than I thought it would be. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want to work with her, and I still want to get her out of this game. But right now I have no other choice. As soon as I don't need her help, however, she's gone. I figure she doesn't plan to take me with her to the finals, and I KNOW she doesn't plan on splitting the money.
END CONFESSIONALS
Chris was sitting in the cockpit, talking to the pilot.
"Hmmm," he said, gazing into a mirror, "so, what do you think the best quality of this show is? Me, or the drama? Because I'm not sure which I prefer! No, wait, yes I do: me!"
The pilot said nothing, merely shaking his head.
"Say, we nearing our destination yet?" Chris asked, "because let me tell you, I am looking forward to today's challenge!"
"I still say it's a bad idea," the pilot said, "and there's no way it can be legal."
Chris glared at the pilot, who immediately coughed, then looked straight ahead. Chris began to lean forward, and pressed several buttons.
"Sir?" the pilot asked, "What are you-"
The pilot never got to finish, however, because as a safety restraint locked Chris in, a hatch opened on the top of the plane, and sucked the pilot out.
"Argue MY brilliance will you?" Chris demanded angrily, "I'm Chris friggin' McLean! You think it's a bad idea to visit Vice City? I'LL SHOW YOU! I'll launch you out of my plane! I'll... launch my pilot... out of my plane... while it's still going."
Chris blinked, and various alarms began to go off.
"Huh," Chris muttered, reaching for the intercom, "okay, maybe THAT was a bad idea."
Chris pressed the intercom button, and cleared his throat.
"Attention all contestants," he announced, "a brief uh, accident has left our pilot... temporarily incapacitated. Because I have no flight experience whatsoever, I'd like to invite any contestants who have a pilot's license to come up here and prevent us all from dying."
Chris tapped his foot, waiting for someone to come into the cockpit. The plane began to pick up speed, and began to slowly descend.
"Okay, look," Chris sighed, "I'm gonna level with you. I don't really want to die, alright? Not a fan. Not at all, no sir. If you don't have a pilot's license, but still THINK you can fly, by all means come up here and give it a go."
Nothing.
"Okay, look guys-"
Chris was startled when the door was kicked in, and all five contestants rushed in.
"Oh man, he was SERIOUS?" Justin asked.
"Of course I was serious! You think I'd joke about something like this?" Chris snapped.
"Honestly?" Noah asked.
"Look, doesn't matter," Chris snapped, "anyone going to pilot this thing or not?"
"Uh, I got this, guys," Geoff said, getting in the pilot's seat, "I have... some experience with this sort of thing."
"What SORT of experience?" Noah asked.
"Um... I... played a free online flight-simulator once," Geoff chuckled nervously.
"Fantastic," Noah groaned, "today I die."
Geoff began hitting buttons and flipping switched, then hastily grabbed the controls.
"Okay," he said, "let's do this!"
~o.0.o~
Dean walked into the Malibu club, and pulled up a seat at the bar. It was empty except for him and the bartender- a rarity. Normal it was the busiest club in the city, but it was in the early afternoon, and he was sure it would be filled shortly. Generic pop music played over the speakers. To be honest, Dean hated nearly every aspect of the club, but it had cheap drinks.
"Hey Dean," the bartender greeted, "how's it going?"
"Lousy," Dean grumbled, "I got passed up for a raise again, the wife is complaining about not going out more, and the in-laws are coming to visit."
"Mmm," the bartender nodded, "sounds lousy, indeed. Anything I can get 'ya?"
"A scotch," Dean sighed.
The barkeep turned and grabbed the bottle off the shelf, and Dean let out another sigh. When his drink was placed in front of him, he resumed talking.
"At least this day can't get any worse," he muttered, "unless Kathy makes another 'vegan dinner'. She's got this new diet she wants us both to try out that I absolutely-"
Out of nowhere, a plane crashed into the other half of the club, flinging debris and furniture everywhere. The music that had been playing was cut off, and was replaced with a horrible screeching. All at once everything came to a halt, and a door in the side of the plane opened.
"Woo!" Geoff cheered, "That was AWESOME! YEAH! So cool!"
Geoff hopped out of the plane, and was followed by Noah, Justin, Bridgette, Eva and finally Chris.
"Nice landing," Noah said, surveying the room.
"At least we didn't hit anyone," Geoff shrugged, "could have been a lot worse, right?"
Dean was shaking in his seat when Chris approached him.
"Hey!" The host greeted, "I'm Chris McLean, how 'ya doing?"
Chris grabbed the glass of scotch on the table, and downed it quickly.
"Thanks for the drink!" the host called, walking away.
With that, Dean fainted.
~o.0.o~
The contestants were gathered outside of the Malibu club, and Chris was pacing back and forth.
"Okay, let me think," the host said, "let me make a game plan, here."
Chris paced for a few more seconds, before he suddenly brightened.
"I know!" he smiled, snapping his fingers, "Alright, here's what's going to happen: you guys are going to go about your challenge as if it were any other day. In the meantime, I'm going to get my pilot's license. The damage could have been a lot worse, so if need be, we can stay here for a few days while it's repaired."
"Wait, a pilot's license?" Noah asked, "Doesn't that take lot's of preparation?"
"I dunno, probably," Chris shrugged, "you realize I'm a millionaire, right?"
The contestants glanced at each other, nervous looks on their faces.
"Look," Chris assured them, "you let me worry about the formalities. You guys worry about today's challenge."
"Speaking of which," Noah frowned, "where are we?"
"Glad you asked," Chris smiled, "let me be the first to welcome you to VICE CITY! Here, you'll be tasked with- actually, who here has a driver's license?"
Everyone except Eva held up their hand.
"Okay," Chris shrugged, "this may work out after all! Eva, you'll just have to piggyback off of someone else for today. Heh heh, good luck with that."
Before Eva responded, Chris continued talking.
"Anyway," he said, "I want you guys to head down the street a couple of blocks. You'll find a care rental service there. Drop my name, and you'll get what you need for today's challenge."
"Yeah, but what IS the challenge?" Noah persisted.
"You'll see when you get there," Chris smiled, "now head out!"
~o.0.o~
When the contestants got to the car rental store, they were greeted by a tall, shady looking man with a bushy mustache.
"Ah, costumers!" the man greeted, forcing a smile, "I take it you are here for spring break, yes?"
"It's... the end of July," Noah pointed out.
"It's all the same thing," the man frowned, "anyway, what can I do for you?"
"Actually, what can you do for us?" Eva snapped, "We were sent by Chris McLean. He said you'd, 'hook us up'."
"McLean," the man hissed, "of course, I should have known. He radioed ahead to tell me some kids were coming."
"Great," Eva muttered, "well, if you could set us up so we can just be going-"
"Of course," the man nodded, "right this way."
~o.0.o~
Chris was sitting in the cockpit of a biplane, next to a rather meek man holding a clipboard.
"Okay," the man said, "have you had any experiences with planes before?"
"No, not really," Chris shrugged, "I mean, I did get drunk once and fiddle around with the controls, but my pilot used to take care of everything."
"Sir," the man said uneasily, "you realize what you're telling me could disqualify you from-"
"Right, did I mention I'm rich and famous?" Chris said.
"I don't see what that has to do with anything," the man frowned, "I'll have to report what you told me-"
"Look, I'm the host of a television series, alright?" Chris said impatiently, "You want to be an actor, right? Of course you do, everyone does. Hell, you don't even need talent these days. If there's a part you want, you name it."
"...Well," the man said after a while, "I DID always want to be in a film adaptation of-"
"Great, it's done," Chris scoffed, "now can we please get going?"
~o.0.o~
The contestants had each been given their own cars (except for Eva, who was forced to ride with Bridgette) and instructed as to what they were supposed to do.
Chris had stashed a tiki statue in a music studio downtown. The contestants were to obtain it by any means necessary- they could interfere with their opponents in any way they wished. Once they had it- they were to bring it back to the Malibu and wait for Chris to arrive.
The contestants each got into their cars.
"Try not to get into too much trouble, eh?" the man said.
"Whatever," Eva scoffed, "let's get out of here, Bridgette."
The contestants started their cars, and sped off, each very intent on being the victor.
Before the challenge had officially started, Noah, Justin and Geoff agreed that one of them needed to win, no matter who it was. As long it was one of them who had immunity, they had the majority vote and the advantage. Assuming, of course, Chris didn't pull something else.
Eva, however, had a bit more depth to her strategy, other than just winning.
"Listen," Eva said, "we've established we need immunity, right? And what's the quickest way to do that?"
"By... winning?" Bridgette asked.
"No," Eva smirked, "by making sure everyone else loses."
"I don't think I like where this is going," Bridgette muttered.
"It doesn't matter," Eva shrugged, "let's face it, we both want that money, this is the best way to make it happen. So here's what we're going to do: I want you to get behind someone, I don't care who. Tail them for a bit- then, as they're about to take a turn, ram them and try to throw them off-balance."
"Won't that make them crash?" Bridgette asked.
"Probably," Eva admitted, "but hey, that's one less person we'll have to deal with."
~o.0.o~
Chris was flying through the air, the plane making dangerous dives and flips.
"THE PLANE WASN'T MEANT TO DO THIS SORT OF THING!" the instructor cried out.
"Quit whining!" Chris snapped, "Sheesh, you sound just like my contestants!"
The instructor let out a scream as the biplane plummeted towards the ground, until it was suddenly righted and continued flying forward.
"You know, this is kind of fun!" Chris smiled, "I should have gotten my license a while ago!"
~o.0.o~
Noah was driving down the street when he noticed his two female competitors following him.
"That's not suspicious," Noah muttered to himself, looking at the two in his rear-view mirror.
Noah shook his head, then made a quick turn- only to feel a sudden impact in the back of his car. His car spun out of control, and slammed into a nearby building. Noah was thrown forward, but was restrained by his seat belt, so no damage was really done. To him, at least- while Eva and Bridgette flew past, Noah got out and inspected his car.
"Great," he scoffed, "this is JUST what I need."
The back of his car had sustained little damage, despite that being the area that sustained the original blow. Far worse was the right side of the car, now smashed to bits against the wall, and the engine, which appeared to be smoking. He was no mechanic by any means, but if he had to guess, Noah would say that the engine had definitely taken some damage.
"Great!" he groaned, "I can't believe I'm stuck here!"
Just as Noah was about to sit down on the curb, another car pulled up to him. The window rolled down, revealing Geoff.
"Dude!" Geoff exclaimed, "What happened?"
"Eva and Bridgette," Noah frowned, "that's what."
"No way," Geoff gasped, "you mean they-"
"Yeah," Noah said, getting to his feet, "slammed into me when I made that turn back there."
"I can't believe they would do that!" Geoff exclaimed indignantly.
"Really?" Noah asked, raising an eyebrow, "I can't tell if that's hopelessly optimistic, or just stupid."
"Hey!" Geoff frowned, "Listen, no point arguing about it now. Why don't you get in the car, dude?"
"Thanks," Noah said, getting in the passenger's seat, "listen, you're going to need to hurry if you want to catch up to them. You see Justin?"
"No," Geoff said, "I think I'm ahead of him, though.
"Okay, that means we really need to double-time this one," Noah said, "step on it."
Geoff slammed on the breaks, and the two rode on in silence for a while.
"You know," Noah eventually said, chuckling slightly, "it's times like this I really regret not having Izzy around."
"Hey, speaking of which," Geoff said, "did you two have any... you know?"
"No, I don't," Noah frowned, "did we have any what?"
"Uh, chemistry?" Geoff said, clearing his throat.
"What?" Noah exclaimed, blushing profusely, "NO! Where did you get that idea-"
"I dunno," Geoff shrugged, "the internet, I guess."
Noah glared at Geoff, and crossed his arms.
"Uh, hey!" Geoff smiled, chuckling nervously, "How 'bout some music, huh?"
~o.0.o~
As Bridgette sped onward, Eva leaned back in her seat, a smug grin on her face.
"What are you so happy about?" Bridgette asked.
"Oh, nothing," Eva said, "just, you know, the elimination of a major threat from this challenge. Maybe the game, if we're lucky."
"How would a medical elimination be LUCKY?" Bridgette asked.
"Pfft, hypocrite," Eva scoffed.
"Excuse me?" Bridgette demanded.
"All I'm saying is that you didn't seem to mind when your boyfriend Alejandro was pulling stunts like this," Eva smirked.
"That was different," Bridgette snapped.
"Oh really?" Eva mocked, "Enlighten me."
Bridgette said nothing, instead glaring angrily at her companion.
"That's about what I thought," Eva laughed.
Eva's smiled faded when she spotted Geoff's car in the rear-view mirror.
"That's Geoff- AND Noah!" Eva frowned, "PULL OVER!"
"What?" Bridgette asked, "Are you crazy?"
"Trust me on this one," Eva said, "my plan will work, don't you worry."
Bridgette shrugged, and did as instructed, allowing the two boys to pass.
~o.0.o~
"Did you see that?" Geoff asked, "They pulled right over!"
"I'm aware," Noah frowned, "keep an eye out. Something isn't right."
The two drove until they finally reached the music studio they had been instructed to find.
"Alright, let's get in there, find the statue, and get out," Noah said.
"Right," Geoff nodded, "let's go!"
The two hopped out of their car, and headed inside.
It didn't take much to find the statue- it was hidden rather clumsily behind a counter. Perhaps Chris was losing his touch- or he was counting on getting past the other contestants to be challenge enough.
"Okay, let's get going," Noah said, giving Geoff the statue, "before they have time to do... whatever it is they're trying to do."
The two got in the car, and sped down the road. Things were going well- until the duo felt their tires pop out from under them.
"What the-" Geoff exclaimed, the car screeching to a halt.
The two got out, and examined the damage.
"Oh, COME ON!" Noah exclaimed.
A row of nails had been set up across the road, with the obvious intent of stopping the two in their tracks.
"Damn it," Noah sighed, "well, at least you have the statue, right Geoff?"
"Me?" Geoff asked, "I thought YOU had it!"
Noah face palmed.
"Okay," he said through gritted teeth, "if I don't have it, and YOU don't have it-"
As if on cue, the sound of a car speeding off into the distance was heard.
"Uh, Noah-"
"Yes, Geoff. I know."
~o.0.o~
By the time Geoff and Noah arrived back at the Malibu, it was already too late. Eva and Bridgette were already there, standing next to an annoyed looking Chris.
"Oh no," Geoff groaned, "not AGAIN!"
"Relax," Noah said, "only one of them can get immunity, right?... Right?"
"Welcome back, Geoff and Noah," Chris said, a little depressed, "normally this is the part where I would give a speech about why you lost and how much you suck, but my heart isn't in it today."
"Why not?" Noah asked.
"I didn't get my pilot's license," Chris sighed, "turns out crashing a plane three times in the same test just isn't good enough for some people."
"You crashed THREE planes?" Noah asked, amazed.
"Yep," Chris frowned, "and one of them wasn't even mine! TOTALLY lame! Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, since it was Bridgette who was driving the car, she's the one who gets immunity for tonight."
"But what are we supposed to do now that you didn't get your pilot's license?" Geoff asked.
"Well, on the bright side I managed to get a double decker bus," Chris shrugged, "so, since there are only two challenges left anyway, I figure we'll just use that to bring us to our last destination. I WAS lucky enough to get my driver's license today, so we're all clear on that."
All of a sudden, a car pulled up next to the cast, and Justin got out.
"Hey guys," he greeted, "I couldn't find that statue- what's going on?"
~o.0.o~
It didn't take long for Justin to be filled in, and when he was, he became upset.
"AGAIN?" he asked, "How could this have happened?"
"Hey, I didn't see YOU doing any better," Noah snapped.
"Well, how was I supposed to know today's challenge was going to be about driving?" Justin said.
"What, not your strong suit?" Geoff asked.
"I HATE it!" Justin exclaimed, "It reminds me too much of a roller coaster! One that I have to control! I just see all those cars and I get... look. This isn't all bad. We can still vote for Eva, right?"
"I don't know," Noah frowned, "I... I have a bad feeling about tonight."
~o.0.o~
That night's elimination ceremony did, however, end up taking place on the plane. Chris said it was because he hadn't procured the bus yet, but the contestants suspected it may have bee na touch of sentimentality on his part.
"Okay," Chris said, "the people who get peanuts tonight are Bridgette, Justin and... Geoff. And the last bag goes to-"
"Wait a second," Eva smirked, "I believe Bridgette's got something she'd like to say."
"What?" Chris demanded, "fine, whatever. Let's hear it."
"Yeah, there is something I'd like to say," Bridgette smirked.
She look around the room, paused for dramatic effect, then looked Eva straight in the eyes and said, "I think Braveheart is a totally overrated movie."
"Um, what?" Chris asked, "Braveheart was one of the best movies ever, you blasphemous-"
"Wait a second," Eva panicked, "WE HAD A DEAL!"
"Did we?" Bridgette smiled, "Whoops."
"As I was saying," Chris said, "the last bag goes to NOAH!"
Noah caught his bag, and smiled.
"No," Eva hissed, "NO! You CAN'T DO THIS!"
"Uh... no, I'm pretty sure I can," Chris chuckled, "what's more important is that I JUST DID."
"I'll get you for this Bridgette!" Eva shouted, "I'LL GET-"
She was cut off when Chris pushed her out of the plane.
Of course, since the plane was grounded, this didn't really have the effect of shutting Eva up. Actually, it only made her angrier, and a slew of profanities came streaming out of her mouth.
"Nice," Chris muttered, "real classy."
The host clapped his hands, and two men in suits came and dragged Eva away.
"YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!" she called, "I'LL GET YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"
"Yeesh," Chris frowned, "no such thing as opting out gracefully anymore. Well, you've just seen another dramatic conclusion to another dramatic episode of Camp TV: OVerload! We're down to the final four: Noah, Justin Geoff, and Bridgette! We're down to our last couple of challenges- who's going to pull out the win? Who will be the next to leave? Find out next time on CAMP TV:
OVERLOAD!"
(A/N: Well, here's the next two contestants for Camp TV 4, as promised:
Returning Veteran #2: Duncan
Competing on all three seasons of the show, Duncan's chances at the million were seemingly ended in Camp TV: Overload, where he was eliminated after an incident in England.
Although, in the end, Duncan didn't feel like a loser. He stood up for everyone around him, and to him, that was better than a million dollars. It was a chance.
But with Chris' latest plan, will Duncan be able to use that chance, or will he crash and burn?
While he may have gained respect and friendship amongst SOME of the other competitors... it looks like someone wants Duncan gone. Bad.
New Contestant #2: Lance
Coming from a poor family, Lance always held on to the belief that he was destined for greatness.
Suffering from a mixture of bipolarity and paranoia, he has always struggled to get ahead in life, whether it be athletics or academics- and he always fallen just short.
Now, he is faced with a chance to earn the prize on Camp TV, which he is convinced will set him up for life- something he is convinced he will put to good use.
He is also convinced that this is the stage he is being set up to achieve the greatness he has always wanted. Teh thing he has always strived for.
And greatness, in his mind, WILL come.
At any price.
Well, I hope you guys enjoyed- if all goes well, I should have another update up very soon. With any luck, the season may be over by monday! See you all next time!)