The camera opens up in the auditorium, revealing Chris, on stage, shuffling some index cards and reading them while laughing to himself. As he notices the cameras rolling, he tucks them in his back pocket, grinning his signature grin at the camera.
"Last time on Total Drama Space Station: the day started with some friendly, and some not-so friendly, team banter. The astronauts soon found out that they'd be going to Mars for their first ever interplanetary challenge. Though not far from home, they found the harsh environment to be...detrimental to their performance. Chef berated each astronaut with their fears and more, trying to coerce them to give up on the challenge to be free of the torment. While some were able to keep their heads on straight, like Natt due to Anne's help, others couldn't stand it and put a target on their heads for elimination. All of Benjamin, Dusty, and Flint caved in the challenge, costing their team the win, but due to Tony's convincing words, he saved his buddy's keister from certain elimination. I mean, come on. You're afraid of the color red? In the end, the team decided that Flint's loss was much less understandable than Dusty's, and he was sent away for good. With the teams tied up again, who will be the next contestant to depart the show? Find out here on Total Drama Space Station!"
As the opening starts, the Chris space station is revealed and quickly zoomed into, showing cameras all over the corridors and traveling through them and reaching the captain's chambers, where Chris is shown. He shines an evil smirk before the camera zooms past, showing outside of glass in his room.
"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine," the lyrics start while Alex is shown in his orange spacesuit, trying to befriend a space monkey, which, in its scaly, grotesque, but somehow still fluffy appearance, swims through the empty space away from him. Slightly to the left of him is Natt, in his black spacesuit, clapping unenthusiastically.
"You guys are on my mind," the camera pulls back inside, showing the cafeteria where Gretchen playing her guitar on top of one of the tables, while Jianne covers her ears, disapproving of the noise.
"You asked me what I wanted to be, now I think the answer's plain to see," Thomas is seen peering into the captain's chambers, before turning to smile and wave at the camera. The camera slides over quickly, showing Luna and Liz shaking hands while crossing their fingers behind their backs, each with a sneaky smile across their faces.
"I wanna be famous," Damien is seen on a stage, performing in his own little play, before the door to the room is opened by Benjamin, causing the former to stop what he was doing.
"I wanna live close to the sun," Dusty is by the pool, showing March, who is clearly mortified, pictures of some horses from back home.
"So, pack your bags, cause I've already won," Taylor is lounging by the pool as Nicolás jumps in, splashing water on her and causing her to start yelling at him.
"Everything to do, nothing in my way. I'll get there one day," Haley and Sebastian are seen together in the gym, both looking away from each other while whistling awkwardly.
"I wanna be famous," Vicente is seen on the other side of the gym being chased by several interns with cameras.
"Na na na na na na na na na," Chef is seen in the kitchen, inspecting the astronaut meals in their small packages, and opening one labeled, 'popcorn,' causing the room to fill up with popcorn and Anne, just outside the kitchen door, to laugh hysterically. Chef then bursts out of the room and starts to yell at an unsuspecting Flint, who then realizes that he has similar, 'popcorn,' bags in his hands.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous," Alexis is seen tinkering with a control panel, in the dark. The lights then flicker on and she gives a thumbs up before the camera pans over to Archie in the observation room, where the lights flicker off and he lets out an annoyed sigh.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous," Crustacean is seen in the same room, clipping a wire on a control panel and bringing the lights back on, before the camera pans up to show the galaxy, panning back down after to reveal Tony among the other contestants, showing them some fake watches with a huge smile on his face as they are all seen whistling in chairs with Chris in a room full of escape pods.
Upon the opening finishing up, Tony is seen, sound asleep in his room, snoring as loud as he possibly could. As he peacefully slumbers, the door creaks open, Benjamin peeking in at his ally. Seeing him asleep, he turns to face his new "pet" from mars, gesturing to the room and letting the dog trot on in. The smallminded fellow is quick to follow, and shut the door behind him, turning the light on to get a better view of things. Tony suddenly bursts awake, his eyes aching from the shift in light.
"Oh, this had better be good, Benny," he grumbles as he rubs his eyes.
"It is!" Benjamin exclaims, gesturing to the space dog, which is now rummaging through Tony's belongings, a lot of which are shiny things.
"Woah, woah! What is that?"
"His name is Spunk! He's spunky!"
"Why is it in here? You could get in trouble for something like this, you know?"
"How? He's just a dog?"
Spunk woofs as he wags his tail, causing Tony to hold his head in shame.
"Ben. You are not keeping him in here."
"Why? He can't stay in my room."
"What? Yes he can!"
"No, I sleep in there, silly."
"And I sleep in here! Take him to your room if you're gonna keep him."
"Fine, but you're not allowed to pet him, you meanie."
"Oh, whatever!"
Benjamin takes Spunk back to his room, leaving Tony by himself once more. He smiles as he shuts the lights off and jumps back into his bed, ready to enjoy some more sleep. Just as he's about to doze off, Chris's voice comes from the speakers, abruptly ending his alone time once more.
"Attention, thespians and thespian wannabes! All report to the auditorium pronto for the debriefing of the next challenge! Your fair host awaits! Yonder window, yadda, yadda."
"I hate it here, I hate it here, I hate it here," says Tony, griping as he slips his fancy clothing on.
Confessional
"Benjamin is an idiot and Chris is obnoxious," Tony starts, some slight bags under his eyes. "Each day gets worse than the last, but I need that money! I'll only need Ben for some more challenges and then I'll toss him like last week's leftovers that I forgot to eat even though my mom kept mentioning them to me. "
Confessional End
As the contestants enter the auditorium, they see Chris wearing a fancy tux with a monocle on, as if he's got somewhere fancy to be. Some laugh among themselves, noting that he looks out of place in the outfit, while others don't even react, expecting this sort of thing from the host.
"You said something about thespians, Chris?" asks Damien, a little excited, but waiting to hear what the challenge is before his hopes get dashed.
"Absolutely correct, Damien!" Chris says with excitement. "Today is going to be an acting challenge! A classic in Total Drama history!"
"Yes! I mean, cool, cool..."
Confessional
"I know that some of these challenges are a little out of my range, so I've been waiting for something like this!" Damien shouts with glee. "I can finally prove to my team that I've got some talent, and they aren't just carrying me through this!"
"I knew as soon as Chris said something about acting, Damien would be excited," says March with a smile.
"An acting challenge, huh?" Archie contemplates what it could be, unsure of how to go about things. "Well, it's not exactly my style, but maybe my poetry experience will give me a bit of an advantage? Not as much as Damien though, this sounds like it'll be right up his alley."
Confessional End
"For today's challenge, each team will have three actors. You'll decide among yourselves who they'll be. Each actor will then be given a carefully crafted scene that they must act out for me and Chef, who will give it a score between one and five. The team with the highest point tally will win immunity tonight. Oh, but most importantly. If you laugh during your scene, you will receive an automatic zero, costing your team pretty greatly. They might have a clear choice for elimination if they lose the challenge. With that in mind, pick your actors!"
Upon finishing his bit of rules, Chris walks off of the stage, leaving the two teams to their own devices. The Penguins seat themselves on the left side of the auditorium while the Guppies sit on the right, each thinking about who their actors should be.
"Alright, Damien has to be a shoe-in for this challenge," says March, a contagious smile upon her face.
"Damien?" Luna asks, not sure of if he can even do anything. "How would you know that?"
"Well, some of us actually make friends rather than insulting people all the time with no reason," March shoots a slight glare at Luna with the statement.
"Fine, then. Damien can be one."
"Who died and made you captain?" asks Jianne, crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry guys," starts Haley, trying to defuse the situation. "But can we please not fight? We can work this out calmly..."
"Haley's right," says Sebastian, "We need to work this out as a team to beat those Penguins again."
"Whatever," Luna continues, "Damien is one, I'm one, and-"
"Why are you one?" questions Jianne, once again. "Can you even act?"
"I most certainly can, thank you."
"Take it easy," Damien says sheepishly. "It's acting, we can all have some fun with it."
"Right, no need for the arguments," Sebastian adds.
"I like it when you act all leaderly, Seabass," says Haley.
The two share a loving look before kissing each other, causing the rest of their team to have some mixed reactions from awkward eye-averting to annoyed glares.
"Who should the last one be?" asks March.
"Hm," Luna starts eyeing the rest of her team, trying to make a decision. "Archie."
"Huh?" Archie appears a tad confused about the decision.
"You dress weirdly so you must be a theater kid."
"That's kind of a rude assumption, but okay."
"You can do it, Archie!" Damien happily adds, still excited about the challenge at hand.
Confessional
"I may not be an actor, per say," starts Luna, "But I'm pretty, who doesn't want to see a pretty girl on a grand stage? This is why I win all my contests!"
Confessional End
With the camera turning to the Penguins, things are a little more disorderly.
"Okay, does anyone here know how to act?" asks Gretchen.
"I know how to do stand-up!" answers Anne, excited as usual to share some jokes.
"I mean, the on stage experience could be helpful, but can you do it without laughing?"
"A real comedian never laughs at her own jokes!"
"Unless they're really funny?" asks Natt, aware that Anne does laugh at herself from time to time.
"Yes! Unless they're really funny!"
"Anne, you have to promise not to laugh on stage," adds Liz in a very serious tone. "We can't lose this."
"Okay, I won't! I promise!"
"Well, there's one," says Tony, wondering if any of his team is actually equipped to do this challenge.
"I can do it!" says Benjamin, eager to perform.
"Benny, no. You know that's a bad idea. You'll probably forget where the stage is and end up in the cafeteria"
"I don't know, that doesn't sound like me, but I don't know enough about me to dispute it."
"What about Crustacean?" asks Dusty, looking towards Crustacean as she does.
"Uh," Crustacean looks around awkwardly, "I think that isn't a great idea. Have Tony do it."
"Why me?" Tony looks puzzled. "What hint have I dropped that says I'm a good actor?"
Crustacean shrugs while Gretchen sighs.
"Okay, I can be one," the rocker says, "I've also got stage experience, I can probably keep a straight face. We just need one more."
The team remains silent while Gretchen awaits an answer.
"Okay, you'll draw straws then. The shortest straw performs with me and Anne."
"Fair enough," Dusty says, pulling out conveniently sized hay strands from her pocket.
"I'm not even gonna ask," says Tony as she holds them all in her hand, hiding the sizes from everyone's view.
Each of the remaining contestants grab for a straw, opening their hands to reveal which one they got. After they all finish, Tony is revealed to have the smallest straw.
"Looks like it's you, boss," Benjamin says, snickering like a goofball.
"Yeah, yeah," Tony replies, irritated.
Confessional
"Can I act?" Tony asks the camera, before bursting into tears, "Well, ever since my dad spontaneously combusted when I was six..." he stops crying within a second, with a now overjoyed look on his face. "This is the best day ever! I love this place! Yeah, I can act. Do I want people to know that? No, secret advantages and such."
Confessional End
The six chosen actors all head onto the stage, where Chris has appeared once again, now in a phantom of the opera-esque outfit. He holds the six index cards in his hands, the writing on them hidden from everyone's sight.
"Mwahahaha!" he laughs maniacally, Tony and Luna each rolling their eyes at the sight. "Go on, pick one!"
Each of the six grab a card, reading the prompts to themselves, all gaining some confused looks on their faces, and some trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the prompts.
"Really?" asks Gretchen. "This seems a little silly, doesn't it Chris?"
"Ah, but that is the point! You'll each have the next hour to rehearse your scene behind the curtain, so as not to spoil the surprise for your teammates. The rest of you will have to just enjoy each other's company while your actors get ready! Now, begone!"
Chris tosses a smoke bomb onto the ground, having disappeared from sight as the smoke clears. The actors all head behind the curtain, leaving the others in the seats. The camera swings on over to Jianne, who's minding her own business, staring at the ceiling while humming quietly to herself. Out of nowhere, March sits right next to her.
"Hello, Jianne!" she gleefully greets her teammate, who doesn't really look over at her. "What are you humming?"
"Nothing," Jianne says quickly, "Just some melody I made up."
"You can do that?"
"Uh, no. I mean, I heard it somewhere, but I'm enhancing it."
"That's impressive! What's the melody from?"
"I don't know, somewhere."
"Somewhere? Is that the song name?"
"March, what?" Jianne manages to chuckle a little at the airhead question.
March giggles right along with her. Jianne then looks away, thinking about a lot of things.
"Well, if you think of where it came from, you can show me. I bet it's neat!"
"Yeah...neat..."
"Yeah!" March nods happily, Jianne unsure of what's even happening right now.
As March dances away towards her other teammates, Jianne holds her head in her hands as if she has an intense migraine.
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...
...
"What just happened?" she asks herself in her head.
A view in her own head shows herself, shackled to the ground, looking rather pale and weak, kneeling to an intimidating looking shadow of herself, which hisses evilly at her.
"Clearly your impressive humming skills let that girl know who's boss around here!" it says. "Keep at it, you're the best at everything! You should've been up there for this challenge!"
"I should've?"
"Yesssss, you're the best! You know you're the best!"
"I'm the best...I'm the best...but isn't that bad to think? The others are good at stuff, too..."
"Not as good as you! You're the Jianne!"
"I am...I am...I am!" the shackled version of herself starts to smile a bit to the evil shadow.
"Keep showing off! Impress them!"
"I will!"
"You will! You stay on top alwaysssss!"
"You're right!"
"Of course I'm right! I'm you!"
"You're me, I'm you!"
"Now, knock 'em dead!"
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...
...
Jianne is seen again in her seat, smiling while thinking about how great she is. The camera swings on over to Thomas, who seems to be a tad out of things. He scans the room and sighs, the realization of his friend being gone finally hitting him.
"I don't understand why I'm so concerned about Alex," he says to himself, "I can do this. I know I can. But still, he was nice to have around."
"Whatcha talking about?" asks Dusty, for some reason not with her own team.
"I, uh, just missing one of my teammates is all."
"I getcha, ain't the same without Flint round here fer me. He was one wild buckaroo."
"Glad someone understands. This is new to me, I usually don't let these things get to me, not sure why Alex being gone is any different."
"Maybe y'all just were real close, like two peas in a pod?"
"Maybe...you know, you're kinda like him."
"Whaddya mean?"
"Well...he was always one to care about others and try to cheer them up. And definitely friendly like him."
"I'm sure glad ya think so 'bout me!"
"Yeah...don't mention it," he leans back in his seat, a slight smirk on his face.
Confessional
"I sure do like meeting all these folk up here!" Dusty says with a smile on her face. "Some of them really brighten up this place!"
Confessional End
Chris comes back to the stage, now dressed as a wicked witch, complete with green makeup.
"Before I let the grand show begin, I'd like to make it known to all of you that last night, the medallion was found!"
Some of the audience members gasp as Chris cackles maniacally.
"I can't tell you who has it, but me and Chef saw it all on the cameras. With that in mind, let's get ready for some amazing performances from your teammates, yeah?"
Some of the audience members clap slowly, while others ignore Chris, keeping to themselves, or sleeping in Benjamin's case.
"Our first performer tonight is a big guy with a lust for all things shiny, the guy who can kind of rock a tux, but not as well as I can, give it up for Tony!"
Upon hearing his ally's name, Benjamin shoots awake, clapping loudly and hollering his cheers.
"Yeah, Tony!"
Tony walks out onto the stage, dressed as a princess, much to his own distaste, causing an uproar of laughter from everybody except for Benjamin.
"Looking good, boss!"
Tony sighs, getting into position for his scene.
"Gribbity grabble, by jove Shalizabeth!" Tony shouts in an odd babble, with a look of shock on his face. "You can't seriously be heading to the pretty, pretty princess ball with brown socks on your hands! Brown socks are silly, messy, quite foolish. You can tippity tap down the garden's shroom aisle if you insist on that earthen mess! You must choose pink, for pink is a princess's true soul and inspiration. How do you think I manage to pull off this amazing look? With pink hand socks! I don't care if they were your late mother's, you must remove them!"
With the crowd laughing uncontrollably, Tony manages to stay in character, tap dancing toward the back of the stage and pulling a shovel out of nowhere.
"Now, change them before I do something I'll regret later. No? Oh you asked for it," with those words, he swings the shovel around wildly, hitting himself in the face and shattering the, now clearly prop glass, shovel into a million pieces. "See? I loved that shovel, and now it's gone. I regret it deeply."
Finally, the embarrassed conman takes a bow while the crowd continues to holler. Chef and Chris, who are now seated in the very middle of the auditorium, hold up two cards, Chef's reading four and Chris's reading three. Tony sees the scores and shuffles off the stage with a grumble.
Confessional
"I swear, that performance was worth at least a nine," Tony argues, "Those two know nothing of acting."
Confessional End
Chris hurries back onto stage, suddenly in a changed costume, about to usher in the second actor.
"Tony was pretty good, but our next actor is the only one of these people who actually makes sense for this particular challenge. He's tall and awkward, not very good at presenting himself normally, but amazing on stage, here comes Damien!"
"Woohoo!" March cheers as her friend walks onto stage. "You go Damien!"
As he reaches center stage, everyone notices that he's dressed up as a mobster, complete with a prop cigar and some fake brass knuckles.
"How scary," says Sebastian, sarcastically.
"But he's not very scary at all?" adds Haley, questioning her boyfriend.
"No, Haley, it's a- ah nevermind."
"And so I says to him, you know what I says?" Damien starts his performance, clearly bursting with talent in comparison to Tony. Though the scene is a bunch of random nonsense, the emotion can be felt in his performance. "I says scram ya little yap." Suddenly, Damien shakes a whole lot, and seems to change into a whole different person. "Gee, boss, all he did was tip the server the same amount as you." He shudders back into the previous character. "'All he did was tip the server the same amount as you.' Phooey! He said the tooth fairy isn't real!" Once again, he changes to the other character. "But the tooth fairy isn't real, boss." He changes back. "What did you say, Raviolistromboli the third?" He changes back one final time, running away from himself as he does. "Aw, nuts!"
As the audience stares, still confused, Chris and Chef raise a five each, giving Damien a perfect ten, and pushing his team into first place right off the bat.
Confessional
"I mean, it was a little odd to say all that stuff," Damien starts, "But it looks like I've still got my charm among the stars! Ha, get it? Oh no, I made an Anne joke."
Confessional End
Chris runs back onto the stage with his mic in hand, ready to introduce the next performer.
"Next up, we got a real treat for you astronauts. A gift to the music world from a well known rockstar, the gal who hates being called gal, and probably the only person on this station I'd trust my life with: Gretchen!"
Chris returns to his seat, Chef giving him an angry glare as Gretchen walks to the center, in an old armor that makes her look like a conquistador.
"Gretchen, you're super cool and all," Liz starts, giggling at the sight of her friend, "But that does not do you justice."
Gretchen sighs, preparing to start the show.
"¡Oh, poderosa estrella de mar, el monstruo más valiente y espantoso de los mares! Quizás naciste de esa manera, pero no digo, ¡no! ¡Pareces mucho más sucio de lo que uno podría imaginar! Demasiado pequeño para ser un regalo, no es que seas algo que me gustaría comer. No eres más que el rey, el rey del mar, la razón por la que desconozco. Quizás fue esto, quizás fue eso. Sea lo que sea, no te halaga. Es una pena, digo. Podrías haber sido elegante, un espectáculo para que todos lo vean. Desafortunadamente, estás atrapado en el mar."
As Gretchen recites her scene, she gains an odd look from March and Thomas, all the while juggling prop chainsaws that she got from seemingly nowhere.
"What on Earth is she sayin'?" asks Dusty to Thomas, unfamiliar with the words.
"Something about a starfish," he replies, "But it's like the whole script was run through an internet translator several times over."
March, not too far from where the two are seated, adds to the conversation.
"And, is it just me, or she speaking with a French accent?"
Thomas shrugs as Gretchen takes a grand bow, turning her head up to see a three from both Chef and Chris. She rolls her eyes, heading back behind the curtain, while dragging her chainsaws along the floor.
"Be careful!" shouts Chris. "That floor is made out of subpar wood!"
Confessional
"That was hands down one of the strangest things I've ever had to do," Gretchen says, staring at the ceiling while thinking about the whole experience. "I mean, the very first thing my card said was to pick twelve languages and run the scene through a translator in order until I got the finished result."
Confessional End
Now, with Chris back on stage, he seems ready to call up the fourth actor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, you may know him as the spookiest and most ominous guy around, the only one here who actually looks like a character out of a play, give it up for Archie!"
Chris hops back to his seat, Archie taking his place on stage, clad in some disco clothes, giving him the strangest look possible that anyone could have had, including a purple afro.
"Nice outfit," Jianne says with a snicker.
Archie simply rolls his eyes, before readying himself. He immediately starts dancing a funky dance, without any music to aid his rhythm. Crustacean can't help but chuckle to herself, watching the poor guy suffer up there
Confessional
"Now, I despise Chris," Crustacean starts, a slight laughter behind her words, "But he sure does have some funny ideas sometimes."
Confessional End
Finally, Archie stops dancing, pointing to the ceiling before descending his finger to point at the crowd.
"Aw, baby! This is the biggest thrill in life. A cold glass of milk and a night of definitely not fever dream induced disco lights. High life, baby, high life! This makes me feel alive, like I can breathe again. But wait, baby. I can't breathe in the air around me...with all this funk about it! Let's go baby!"
He starts to dance even more intense than he was before, picking up the pace as he does. All the sudden, sparks start bursting from his shoes, causing his pants to light aflame, burning away to reveal a shinier pair of disco pants. He stops in place, flashing a grin to the crowd and causing Chef to give him a four and Chris to give him a three. As soon as he sees his scores, he drops the fit, returning behind the curtain.
Confessional
"That. Was. Horrible," Archie says with an intensity that could only be matched by a hard-boiled detective who's lost everything for his job.
Confessional End
The camera swings back stage, showing Tony and Gretchen surrounding Anne, who is dressed up as a can of soup for reasons unknown.
"Alright, Anne," Tony starts, worried that him being in a dress was all in vain, "You need to score high on this performance. They're in the lead by four points at the moment."
"I'll stir-try my best!" she replies, slapping her own knee for added effect.
"I don't know if that pun works on account of the fact that you're dressed as soup..." Gretchen stares at her teammate in complete confusion.
"Whatever, just go out there and knock 'em dead!"
The camera then returns to Chris on stage, allowing him to urge Anne to perform.
"...The comedic relief, Anne!"
As he leaves the stage, Anne rolls over on the ground, as a can of soup would. She hops up after reaching center stage, staring at her team, Natt with a look of shock as he sees her.
"Oh, dear me," she starts, with a pompous sounding accent, "It does seem I've ended up in the common produce aisle. How drab, yet how quaint it is to see the common hillbilly potatoes around here. I do say, what is that glorious aroma coming from the turnips? Is that...no...it cannot be! It's soup! Back, you turnips, back! Leave that poor soup alone! Oh, I could just..."
With the last word, Anne "faints" on the stage, causing Chris and Chef to reveal a total of nine points for her performance. Tony, seeing this, lets out a sigh of relief as she rolls backstage once again.
Confessional
"I'm never dressing up as a can of soup ever again," Anne starts, a slightly peeved look on her face. "Not one person laughed at me! What a waste of time and effort."
Confessional End
Chris can be heard starting to announce Luna's arrival, while backstage, the model, dressed up in a rabbit costume, is approached by Liz, who has an odd smile across her face.
"Yes, my scientist ally?" Luna asks, still applying makeup to her face.
"Oh, I thought I would wish you could luck," Liz replies, not breaking her smile, "Considering the fact that we are in this thing together."
"Why, thank you!"
"Indeed, and I thought you may want this."
Liz holds a vial out, containing an odd, red liquid in it. Luna grabs it, hesitantly.
"I see...what is this exactly?"
"If you drink it, it makes your eyes sparkle really bright. Looks good for and audience."
"Well, if it enhances my already flawless appearance..."
Luna downs the liquid, Liz trying to hold back a maniacal chuckle.
"Thank you, little Liz."
Liz immediately drops her smile after hearing the word "little" and glares at Luna.
"Don't mention it..."
Hearing Chris finish, Luna takes to the stage, leaving Liz behind.
"...Moron."
As the crowd sees Luna, there are some mixed reactions.
"Oh, how cute!" says Dusty to Thomas, who looks at her questioningly.
"Now that is hilarious," adds Jianne, snickering again.
As Luna starts to open her mouth to speak, her eyes suddenly only see bright light, causing her to lose sight of where she is. The crowd, unaware of what's happening, just watches in awkward silence, wondering if her moving around blindly is part of the scene.
Confessional
"Temporary blindness," Liz reveals, a smirk on her face, "It's a pretty simple concoction. What's more is that it lasts for weeks, so she'll be outta here for this little thing!"
Confessional End
Finally, after more mindless wandering, Luna wanders right off the stage, hitting the ground with a loud thud. The other contestants all rush over to her, even Chris and Chef looking somewhat concerned.
"I can't see!" she shouts, waving her arms around rapidly. "It's all too bright!"
Liz snickers a bit, waiting for Chris's reaction.
"Well, I mean," Chris starts, unsure of how to go about this, "You technically bombed out of your part of the challenge, so..."
"Oh, no. That is not what's going to happen. You will take care of me until I recover, or I will sue you into the ground! And if you run out of money, I'll take your home, your job, and your hair!"
"My hair? Not the hair!"
"It seems you understand my point here. Now, take me to my room. And bring me food every four hours, on the hour. I will alert you when my blindness is gone."
"There's no way Chris will listen to that," Liz thinks to herself, hoping her plan has succeeded.
"Alright, fine. Chef, take her to her room. For the rest of you contestants, you'll have to wait 'til the next challenge for an elimination."
"So, I did that for nothing?" Tony angrily asks, fuming at the thought of him in that dress.
"Uh...yeah."
"Gah!"
Tony hurries off in a huff, causing Benjamin to race after him.
"Wait up!"
Confessional
"You've got to be kidding me!" Liz shouts, furious at the outcome of her plan.
Confessional End
"Alright, head back to your rooms or something. Go on, get."
With those words, Chris leaves the auditorium, the contestants quick to follow, each walking with their friends or allies. Anne, still upset about the lack of laughter from her performance, walks with Natt as usual.
"I thought you did great," he says in his dry tone.
"I'm not worried about if I did great," she replies, "I'm mad because nobody laughed! How am I supposed to 'knock 'em dead' if no one is laughing?"
"Well, the scene was written by Chris and he isn't really a comedy genius."
"Yeah, I guess."
"You were a cu- I mean, a great can of soup."
"Huh?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it."
"Whatever you say, Natt."
After the words from him, she's returned to her usual smiling self, starting to chuckle even thinking about everybody else on stage.
Author Notes:
*So, the first non-elimination since the very first episode has happened. Luna will return to the game after some episodes, probably when the teams merge. Knowing her, she's gonna milk this as long as she can. This doesn't mean she's gone, she will still be in her room, ready to interact with anyone who comes to her.
*We've started a popularity poll in the discord, currently with Natt at number one, followed closely by Jianne in second and Anne/Luna in third. This doesn't affect the elimination order at all, it's just for fun.
*This is all the first of two episodes today, as something of a holiday gift. Happy Holidays!
*Placements: 22nd - Taylor; 21st - Alexis; 20th - Nicolás; 19th - Alex; 18th - Vicente; 17th - Flint