I HAVE DONE IT. YUS. I have updated before a week! That was my ultimate goal, in honesty xD couldn't let another time go. I do hope your summers are going well! It Is only the month of July…and a whole lot of summer left. : )
A lot of deceit and foil is in store below, as the players take part in their split games of Subliminal Dinner and Exemption or Bust. Just what action will the Mole? How much of chaos can occur in not one, but two games? Enjoy!
Episode 2 (Part 4)
Bowser Jr. jumped up from his seat.
"That's the episode you guys stayed up all night to defend the sacred pot, right? That was totally amazing and spectacular, and just...awesome!" he exclaimed, voice at full excitement. Luvbi and Wario stopped their talking, a bit baffled from the player's outburst exclamation.
"Why…yes it was," Luvbi said, blinking. From the corner of his eye, Bowser Jr. could see Dashell shoot him a strange look and the mouthed phrase: What exactly are you trying to do in this mission?
"Ah, it's already ten minutes into our dinner, and we still haven't been served our first dish of the night," Luvbi noticed, glancing patiently at a clock on a mantelpiece beside them. "It must be a very fancy dinner."
"Ah, speak of the devil," Wario said, as the unique waiters dressed in sailor attire approached their table with plates. Putting down a dish, it was unveiled. All players, including old ones, looked at it with curiosity.
"Ah, is that…" Dry Bones noticed, recognizing it.
"Escargot," Luvbi announced, looking at the dish and sounding rather pleased. "It is snail, but it is succulent."
"Ahem, ahem!" coughed Dashell, looking at the dish with a face of subtle disgust. "That is a rather…revolting dish." He coughed again, almost as if he was afraid of the dish before him.
"I actually find this dish...refreshing and royal," Luvbi said, smiling at Eclair across from her. "Don't you?"
"Why yes," Éclair said, almost appreciatively. "It is of French culinary origins. It is popular in my origins. I believe we will all enjoy it." She smiled, looking at Luvbi, and they both began to pick into their plates. Dashell coughed again, waving away the food.
Bowser Jr: I like him and all, but...Dashell's acting was too much. I don't know if it was his real acting, or possibly fabricated to be exaggerated. I was like, "Dashell, you're going to choke to death before dinner even finishes, and Wario's really going to think suspicious of you then. Take it easy."
Dashell: Obviously, the coughing technique at dinner was not working. It was a foolish move, I admit that right out as a player. So I was going to switch to this other plan I had in my head since the beginning
"Hmm, more excellent food!" A second dish arrived, and it was a plate of caviar. A plate delivered next to it was full of vegetable sticks and crackers, for its dipping. As they ate, the players couldn't help but realize that with each dish served, their time limit got closer and closer to ending.
"Caviar, mmm!" Dry Bones faked his enthusiasm for the food by grabbing an entire spoonful.
Dry Bones: In truth, I hate caviar. I just wanted to look like a good guest for the veteran, before…I sang my song of doom for them.
Exemption or Bust: 20 Minutes Remaining
All five players were ready and alert, sitting at their circular dinner table. Separated from each other equally, it was as if they all had their own stance and place in the game.
Tiny: So we had just twenty minutes to decide which one of us would win an exemption. And 20,000 coins were at stake for it. Honestly, I didn't know how it would turn out at all. I was a bit scared.
"Okay, so all five of us must decide on one person, and one person only," Tiny spoke up, looking at everyone else. "We have to do this…correctly." Zess nodded, but with curiosity, and spoke.
"Excuse me, but what's the definition of 'correctly'?" Zess asked curiously. "We must know what that means to go on." Tiny shook her head.
"I'm…not really sure," she admitted.
"Easy," Piantissimo began, looking at everyone else at his table. "Like…it's like…all correct." His face showed that he didn't even know either.
Piantissimo: This was harder than I thought. But I was doing my best to ensure that in the end, I ended up with the exemption and no one else.
"Okay, so let me propose something," Piantissimo said, taking the lead vocally. "We all want the exemption, right? So we just have to choose the person who deserves it the most. I think we should go by whoever has made the most money in this game, to this point."
"Can we just make this fair?" Tiny spoke up, looking at everyone else. "We need to make this unanimous, right? So we each just choose a person each to vote for the exemption!"
"Oh, then it's easy!" Mimi said suddenly, looking a bit more relieved. "I'll vote for myself and-"
"OTHER than yourself," Tiny Kong finished. Mimi immediately frowned.
"Hmm, but then it's just like a popularity contest," Mimi said to the group, her frown still persistent.
"Snifit, I want to hear your say in this," Zess said, leaning over to the player with genuine interest. "What do you think?"
"I…" began Snifit, then he shook his head. "I don't think that's the right way to play this mission. I would just have all of us select a single player at once." Piantissimo laughed.
"Of course you would disagree," he snickered. "You're so silent in this game that you don't even have any friends. You would never win in such popularity." The three females at his table all gasped in shock, as Snifit looked hurt.
"You're not popular either!" Mimi called out in angry voice, staring at the player who just spoke in the eye. "You aren't exactly the most respected person here, and on top of that, you don't have that many friends either…Stuck up-Issimo." Piantissimo's mouth dropped.
"Why…you spoiled, little-"
"Enough!" Tiny cried, almost reaching across the table herself. "Really! Just stop fighting! We won't get anywhere with these attacking statements!" Mimi and Piantissimo looked at her.
Piantissimo: Mimi...I just can't stand her. She brings stuff up that just ticks you off. She does that to like every single player in this game, and unluckily, it works. If that's her strategy as the Mole or not
Mimi: I just cannot stand rude people and Piantissimo was one of them. He was the one making everything fall apart, and blaming everyone left and right. Just so, so rude! And...mean-acting!
"Please stop fighting," Snifit pleaded, holding up his arms. "I'm…not offended. I just don't agree on this method. That's all." Zess sighed.
"Then we'll have to devise another method," Zess muttered, standing from her table, and she then made her way across the room. "This must be arbitrary, do we all agree? Let's do it like we did in the old days, shall we?" Everyone stopped talking and watched the older player grab something from the side table that had all their drinks. She then folded what she picked up into small pieces, and returned back to their table. She dropped the objects into the center of their dinner table.
"Straws," she said, looking triumphant and temporarily ending the growing feud. "Whoever picks the right straw out of this bunch…will get the exemption. Now who will disagree with this?"
"Where's the restroom?" Dry Bones asked, standing up from his chair.
"Hey, I know where it is," Bowser Jr. said, almost grabbing Dry Bones arm. "Follow me." The two players got up from their seats, leaving the rest of the diners alone to their own eating. They walked out of the room, and into the corridor that led to the dining room of the ship.
"Okay, I really didn't want to use the bathroom," Bowser Jr. admitted, smiling a little mischievously to Dry Bones. "This is just a good place to discuss, without Wario or Luvbi listening in. Isn't this awesome? It's like cheating the boundaries of the game!"
"Oh," Dry Bones said, nervously laughing. "I was actually going to use the bathroom. But go on." The two of them were in secret discussion, and even though they were alone, they still insisted on talking in whispers.
"Did you see anything out of the ordinary yet?" Bowser Jr. asked him. "Like…a fork dropping?" Dry Bones looked at him, slowly with incredulity.
"Did you already drop a-"
"Yep," Bowser Jr. finished, before Dry Bones could begin his sentence. "I dropped the fork already, onto the marble floor. It was loud, but I don't even think you noticed, Dry Bones."
"What!" Dry Bones exclaimed, still confused. "But how? When? I'm sitting right next to you at the table!"
"When I jumped up in excitement about the game, that is," Bowser Jr. said, in a voice that was proud of himself. "It did two things. One, I was able to drop my fork without anyone noticing the sound at all. Second, Luvbi or Wario might now think my action is…I don't know…'having to jump out of my seat'." Dry Bones clapped silently, understanding, then thought.
"You should jump out again," Dry Bones said, thinking. "So then they would really think that was your action and guess that!"
"Hmm," Bowser Jr. said, then shook his head. "If I jump up again, it might be too obvious. I don't want a reverse psychology effect, you know." As Dry Bones shrugged, Bowser Jr. continued on.
"But whatever. You gotta sing your song soon, or else we're doomed, buddy!"
"But…Bowser Jr," Dry Bones said, shaking his head. "I'm not as brave as you!"
"No, really, it's easy," Bowser Jr. told him, jumping forwards with his hands on his hip, in almost a theatrical pose. "Just sing it loooo-oud! LOUD as the wind!"
"Hey, who's here?" Wario said, appearing around the bend of the corridor, and surprising the two of them. The two players froze, as the person in yellow appeared right before them. It was an encounter that was too close.
"Ah, well, that was a good bathroom break," Dry Bones said quickly, disappearing from the scene with a job back to the dining room. Bowser Jr. and Wario, two players in different eras, stood alone.
"Hmm, fritty guy," Wario commented with a shrug, as Bowser Jr. kept his nervous sigh of relief low. "Anyhow, the Italian Wedding soup is out on the table. You should get it. There's only five dishes until the dinner ends, and this is the third one." Bowser Jr's eyes widened with panic.
"So dinner is already half done?" he said, then faked his smile. "Ah, then we must hurry with our...actions." He nodded to himself, then faced Wario.
"Hey, Wario…so I was wondering. I wanna ask you a favor."
Bowser Jr: There was something genuine in this guy, and I wanted to pick it out. I felt like I could do something that would help the team.
Wario: I got this strong, fishy vibe from this guy. It didn't help that he was Bowser's offspring. Not at all.
Exemption or Bust: 14 Minutes Remaining
"So we have five straws," Zess told the group, her eyes gleaming. "Pick one." She displayed it out to the others. The four players who surrounded her eyed her single hand of straws carefully.
"Are we honestly doing it like this?" Piantissimo said with disbelief.
"I mean, we're so uncommunicative as a group, we might as well do it," Tiny said, deciding and nodding. "Okay, Zess. You say that one of the straws is folded in half and shorter than the others?"
"That's correct," Zess stated, "and whoever grabs that straw, everyone here must AGREE that the person, and only that person, gets the exemption. Understood?"
"Well, I hope no one chooses MY straw," Mimi spoke up, her face not liking the situation at all. "Because mine has to be the folded one, or I'm gonna just be angry and all." Snifit got up from his seat made his way over to next to Zess.
"May I, please?" Snifit requested. Zess showed his hand to him.
"WAIT!" Piantissimo immediately shot up, his voice loud and firm. He looked at Snifit, eyes in realization.
"Snifit got an exemption in the first episode! What makes you think it's fair that he gets another chance?" Everyone froze. Snifit just looked at Piantissimo, dumbstruck.
"I mean, we should all get fair chance," Snifit said, shrugging.
"You just want more of a chance YOURSELF in getting the exemption!" Mimi said to Piantissimo, pouting.
"Mimi," Piantissimo said, almost in a baiting voice, "The less people running for the exemption, the more of a chance YOU have of getting the exemption as well." Mimi's eyes suddenly widened.
"Oh, well," she began, her mind and thoughts changing. "Yes. It's just unfair if Snifit gets a second chance at an exemption. He should be excluded from this game." Snifit looked at her, shocked, along with Tiny and Zess.
"But…that's not fair," Snifit began, but he was powerless over the voices of the others. However, Tiny stepped to his side.
"Okay, it's not fair if Snifit gets excluded, because we all have to share a one-fifth chance at this exemption," she spoke, and there was a schism between the two teams.
"Then I declare this whole straw-drawing thing faulty!" Piantissimo announced.
Tiny: Ugh, we couldn't even agree on a randomized straw game. I was definitely with one of the most controversial group of players ever.
"How are we even going to do this?" Tiny sighed, voice low and exasperated. Zess shook her head, the straws still in her hand: they weren't going to get chosen at all. Time was ticking.
Exemption or Bust: 10 Minutes Remaining
"Oh!" Dashell said, as Éclair exited from the women's bathroom. They both stood in the ship's bathroom corridor.
"I didn't know you had left to use the bathroom," Dashell began, laughing. "I went to go use it, and then what are the chances! I run into you."
"Even though there are just six people?" Éclair said, wide-eyed and looking at him. Dashell stopped, looking lost in words. Eclair only laughed lightly.
"How is everything at the table?" she asked. "Was Luvbi or Wario suspicious of my action? I was afraid it was too obvious." Dashell shook his head.
"It was a fantastic move, and nobody even suspected you, ," Dashell told her, smiling. "You did a great job, actually. You're the only one who has done their action so far. I'm doing terrible at the moment. Did you hear those genuine coughs at the escargot?" Éclair smiled at his comment.
"The games have been so busy, we never get any free time to talk," Eclair said to him. "But I am pleased to have succeeded in my part of this mission." Dashell's face suddenly changed, into a more serious one.
"Actually, I'm happy we stumbled into each other," Dashell told her, his voice turning to an urgent tone that alarmed her. "Because I wanted to tell you something that was bothering me. I don't think you're done with your task, Éclair." Éclair looked alarmed.
"Not finished?" she asked. "But how is that possible?"
"When Luvbi stated the name of the first season…she said 'Traitor Aboard'," Dashell said, sounding panicked as well. "Not 'The Mole: Traitor Aboard'. She didn't say the full title!" Éclair gasped with realization, then thought.
"Do you believe it is necessary?" Éclair wondered. Dashell shook his head.
"I…honestly don't know," Dashell began. "And I wanted to tell you one other thing, Éclair. Or rather…something for you to hear." All of a sudden, Dashell coughed, then coughed again, and before seconds, was pulled into a quiet fitting rage of coughing, staying in place. Éclair stepped back, baffled and worried.
"Hungh!" Dashell coughed, and Éclair could see that he was counting his coughs as well. After ten seconds, Dashell stopped, and he smiled.
"Twenty coughs. During the time of dinner." Éclair stood for a second, not getting it, but then she understood.
"That is very clever, Dashell."
Éclair: He was a clever player. It is hard to not be impressed by his actions.
"Okay, go back to the dinner table first," Dashell suggested, looking around at their location. "I'll go later. I don't want them to think we were talking together or anything…they might think we're conspiracizing." Éclair nodded, bowing. They headed their own ways, as if the conversation had never happened.
Exemption or Bust: 8 Minutes Remaining
"YOUR exemption?" Piantissimo said, his voice in disbelief as he listened to Mimi talk her words. "I'm the one who's been fighting in this game, earning us money in every mission so far, and then YOU want it?"
"Well! I will not agree to anything else," Mimi spoke, her voice more defiant than ever. "I want the exemption, and that's that!"
Zess: These children. They could not agree on anything. There was disagreement here, and disagreement there…and all out of greed! If this game took place twenty years ago, it would have been solved so quicky, spick and span.
"Well, it's absolutely rude that you are not having the thought of someone else getting the exemption," Zess said to Mimi, folding her arms. "So I ask you this, miss: who would you give the exemption to, besides yourself?" Mimi looked at her, stuck on words.
"I…I…well," she began. "I don't know. But I'd probably choose Tiny." Tiny looked at her, surprised.
"Thanks," Tiny said, with appreciation. "I mean, if that's how you feel. I don't want to argue or anything." Even though she didn't want to, Mimi felt a small sense of contentment.
"Snifit?" Zess asked him. Snifit didn't say anything for a second, then spoke.
"I would choose Tiny as well," he said. "She was going to get the exemption if I didn't find it in the excavator's bucket last episode. So she deserves it, as a player." Tiny's look became even more surprised.
"Well, thanks guys, I mean, it really-"
"Actually," Piantissimo spoke, jumping up. "I don't like this method at all, to be honest. I would like to go back to the straw method." There was an outburst of disbelief, and Zess stood up from her chair.
"Look, mister!" Zess shouted, hands on her hips. "You think you can run this show? Just because you're not being voted for doesn't mean you can change the rules!"
"I'm just suggesting," Piantissimo said, standing up as well in a defiant posture.
Snifit: We were on a roll…and then Piantissimo jumps to change the voting method. We were really about to end the game…and now we were back on Square 1.
"I would just vote for no one to get it, to win the money," Snifit said, mostly to himself. "Then we wouldn't fight."
"Imagine," said Zess, laughing.
"We should just give it to Tiny," Snifit spoke to them, "because she probably has the majority of the votes anyway. Right?" Mimi stood up.
"Wait, but," Mimi said, her eyes becoming sad and pleading to the others. "I worked really, really hard to get to this point of the game! And it's not fair if I don't get a shot at the exemption, too. Can I have a chance at it, with Tiny as well?" Piantissimo faced her with incredulity.
"What work?! We're only at Episode 2!" Piantissimo shouted. "You don't deserve it over any of us!" Mimi glared at him even more.
"Fine, then we're resetting our votes!" Zess declared. Tiny rolled her eyes, a little disappointed. She had almost gotten it.
"You're just so mean, Piantissimo!" Mimi snapped, looking away from him. "If anyone gets the exemption, I hope it isn't you! In fact…I'm not voting for anyone here in this group besides me!"
"Oi vey," Snifit said, head shaking and hitting the table.
"Ah, so that's why Yoshi tried to win the final mission of the game," Bowser Jr. said out loud with thought. It was twenty minutes into dinner, and just half of the players had achieved their tasks already. It was approaching well into the last quarter of their dinner time, and until their game was over.
Bowser Jr: All we had to do was play the remainder of the game cool. We just had to get Wario and Luvbi to not suspect anything out of the ordinary.
"Maybe the Mole this season won't sabotage the last mission of our season either…that's like the tradition or something," Bowser Jr. laughed, holding a spoon in his left hand.
"Watch out for that utensil," Wario said with a cough, looking at Bowser's Jr's hand twirl of the metal utensil. "You don't want it falling on the floor or anything." At this statement, all four players froze, shocked.
Dashell: It was as if everyone stopped breathing. Wario's statement…was dead on to Bowser Jr's action. I knew we were in trouble.
Éclair: He was waving the spoon in the air, and that was unnecessary. It attracted unwanted attention that put us all in danger.
"Yeah," Bowser Jr. said, putting his spoon down. He stopped talking. After a few second, a waiter came out to serve them something: their fourth dish.
"Oh dear," Eclair said, seeing Wario still eyeing Bowser Jr. suspiciously. They needed a distraction.
"Oh my, I recognize this fourth dish!" Éclair sounded, looking at the plated. "Tuiles. They are French cookie desserts. This whole dinner is lovely with this French food." Dashell looked at her, and he knew what she was doing: changing the subject to save Wario's suspicion.
"Huh?" Wario said, looking at the food with interest.
"Hmm," Luvbi said to Eclair, interest as well. "Tell me more. I feel like the Waffle Kingdom has French origins. My kingdom has Greek origins."
"How interesting!" Dry Bones shouted, faking enthusiasm. Bowser Jr, Dry Bones, and Dashell all sighed with relief at Eclair's topic distraction. Dashell looked at Bowser Jr, his eyes telling him to hide his spoon.
Bowser Jr: I felt kind of like a failure. I was the most excited in doing the mission, and now I was failing it. I wanted to succeed.
"Hey," Bowser Jr. said, speaking up again, his eyes lightening up. "Dry Bones has this awesome song that he created for this game!" Dry Bones choked on his food, coughing vigorously.
"WHAT?" he exclaimed, as Éclair covered her mouth. Dashell coughed, and this time, unintentionally.
Dry Bones: Ahh….why on Earth did Bowser Jr. have to do that?
"I don't think this is a good idea," Dashell muttered, his voice only audible to Bowser Jr. and himself.
"Oh?" Luvbi said, her eyes interested. "As a harpist, I do love music. Please sing it." Dry Bones glanced at her, faking a huge smile, rolled his eyes at Bowser Jr's direction, then looked back at her.
"Well Luvbi, it's rather silly of a song," Dry Bones began, looking bashful. "But it goes like this. Umm." He coughed.
"Oh, look, a Mole I see! I don't know…umm…who he's gonna be," Dry Bones began, standing up from his seat and giving the best performance he could. "Hey ho! Down with the Mole!" The other players around him, Wario included, began to chuckle loudly with humor and enthusiasm at Dry Bones' dance and song. Even Luvbi's face was curled up in a smile.
"So if you wanna be the Mole, there's one thing to do," Dry Bones sang, struggling with his words. "Umm…just lose all the money, for me and you!" At the end of this performance, the table of diners clapped. Sitting down, Bowser Jr. gave a wink to Dry Bones, who simply sat down in his chair, humbled and smiling with a bit of embarrassment. But he was content with his action.
"Well…this dinner had both free food and a show," Luvbi said, smiling. "I appreciate it very much. Oh!" A waiter came, and delivered a plate of food for the center of their luxurious table: a large plate of melon slices. It was their last dish of the night.
"We must enjoy this," Luvbi said in a pleased voice. "After all, this is our final dish of the dinner." The four players on the other side of her all exchanged glances: they knew that their dinner was about to finish.
Exemption or Bust: 3 Minutes Remaining
"You're so stubborn!" Piantissimo said heatedly, folding his arms at the table. "Even I'm willing to vote for someone now!" The five of them at the table were in an argument more frenzied than ever before.
"I'm NOT voting for anyone except for myself," Mimi said defiantly, her head turned away defiantly. "It's all your fault! You made me angry, so I'm not voting for anyone else!"
Snifit: That's the only way to guarantee a loss, if no one else was going to vote for you. Mimi...she had us in a lock.
Tiny: If Piantissimo hadn't of interrupted me when I almost got the exemption, everything would have been solved by now. Maybe I'm just mad at him stealing my exemption chance, but regardless, he played the role of saboteur in this game...either unintentionally or intentionally.
"This is not working out," Zess sighed wearily, and she too looked like she was giving up. "If we're not going to decide, then we're simply not going to decide. I give up." Tiny looked at her, almost in disbelief.
"No, we have to keep trying," she said to Zess, and then turned to Mimi. "Mimi, if we just gave the exemption to you, would you take it?" Mimi looked surprised at the moment.
"Well, umm, I guess" she began. "Yes I would. I would take the exemption in this game, because then it means I won't be executed?"
"Want to just all give it to Mimi, and admit she's the best here?" Snifit said, wanting to reach a resolution.
"But then I'm not voting for her!" Piantissimo called out. "That's final. I'm not admitting such a thing. I am...the best here." Mimi shot an angry look at him.
"Then…then…" she stuttered. "I'm not voting for you too either, you little loser! And that's final!" Zess laughed, almost in a defeated but amused way, and she looked over at Tiny.
"Do you want to just call this a loss, then?" Zess said to her. Tiny didn't say anything.
"Oh, our dinner is scheduled to end in about five minutes!" Luvbi suddenly recalled, and she looked at the clock against the wall of the dining hall. "It is so peculiar that McHallyboo was so strict about time." Dashell looked over at Éclair hurriedly, who took a breath. She needed to fix her mission.
"Luvbi," Éclair began. "It is so funny that Toadette was the least suspected player, in the first season of…pardon me, but what was the official name of Season 1? It is rude to call it simply, 'the first season'". Dashell had to hide his smile and admiration.
Dashell: Éclair…she nailed it. When she said that, I just knew that we were secure. We were kind of a good team...which is funny, considering I usually like to work alone in games.
"The Mole: Traitor Aboard," Luvbi said, repeating the name for the second time, but this time, fully. Éclair smiled, giving a sigh of relief.
"Yes, so Toadette was just very innocent," Éclair began, going off into another conversation. Dry Bones looked over at Bowser Jr, and saw that right beside him, next to the leg of his chair on the floor, was a metallic object: a spoon.
Bowser Jr: My fork and spoon were on the floor. What else could go wrong? We were guaranteed money, and nobody, not even the Mole, could stop me this time. I wanted to prove to everyone one thing: that I, Bowser Jr, am the most sneaky but intelligent player to ever set foot in this game.
Exemption or Bust: 30 seconds Remaining
The table was now silent. One player, in a purple mask and gloves folded along with his arms, dared not to look at everyone else on one side of the table. Another player sat across from him, young in age and pampered in attitude. Mimi's eyes were closed with persistence as well. Zess, the oldest player at table, broke the silence.
"Well, we all gotta admit one very important thing: that this mission was a failure," Zess spoke out to them, looking at them all. "I tried, very dearly and hard. I tried to get everyone to work together. Maybe if we knew each other all a little bit more, we would have gotten through this."
"Not in a chance," mumbled Piantissimo.
"Last chance to decide…?" Snifit said, in a tone of hopefulness to the group. Nobody said anything.
Snifit: What could you do? We just couldn't come to a conclusion. It was human nature for this to happen…or, one of us just purposely wanted this to lose.
Tiny: I was just…so mad. Just so mad that we couldn't get through such a simple mission. I was so weary from this game, because we kept on losing money left to right. And now…the agent just succeeded once again.
TIME REMAINING: 0 MINUTES. MISSION FAILED.
"One minute left," Bowser Jr said, fidgeting in his chair as he watched the clock tick its way down to the dinner's end.
"And Yoshi, what a guy," Wario said, shaking his head and remembering, as his story was ending for the dinner. "Moling everything up! He sabotaged almost every game, and nobody even realized it! Except for me, of course."
"What a pleasant meal, this was," Luvbi said, sipping from her wine glass and tilting it to them. "It was a pleasure to dine with you all."
"As with you, madam," Dashell said, looking his best and straightening up.
"And Wario, you as well," Dry Bones said, looking excited.
"To Agent's Elevation!"
"And Saboteur's Island." They all did a toast, picking up their own glasses of water and wine, and their cups clanged with unity. And then, a bell rang.
"Ladies, gentlemen," McHallyboo said, his presence entering into the majestic dining room. "The dinner…and the games…are over!"
"I…suspected." Luvbi smiled.
All details were divulged. McHallyboo had informed the players of the season past that the dinner was not all that innocent. Now knowing that a secret game played amidst their dinner, Wario and Luvbi could only think and laugh to themselves for what had just happened. The players were relieved as well, but tense too.
"Yep, it was hard to keep a secret," Dry Bones said, shrugging.
"That was your game, huh?" Piantissimo began. All nine players, two past players, and host were gathered in the ship's entrance room. It was the conclusion of the game.
Dashell: So we hear that the other team couldn't decide a person to receive an exemption, and 20,000 coins is lost. Honesly...I was surprised and completely disappointed. Because it just didn't seem that hard. I feel like someone on that team definitely made sure that it didn't happen and that the money would be lost.
Mimi: I am not taking the blame for our loss, because everyone was just...so...stubborn. Some people more than others.
"So, what was the mission that the diners had to play?" Zess asked the host, intrigued.
"Each player was assigned a specific action." McHallyboo said, facing Luvbi and Wario. "Now, you must guess what they were. If you guess incorrectly…the team succeeds. The game…is up to you guys." As all the players faced the host nervously, Wario and Luvbi nodded.
"But, however…I cannot continue this game fully," McHallyboo said suddenly, interrupting. "I must declare something that I have never declared in any of the seasons before."
"What?" Dashell spoke, looking at McHallyboo in the eyes. Al players on the respective team exchanged glances.
"Wait, what's going on?" Tiny Kong asked, looking confused as well. At McHallyboo's next line, all players gasped, and the game took a twist of a turn.
"One of you, during the game, had clearly and purposely cheated. To a large extent, too."
The first time McHallyboo had ever had to announce that a player cheated? But just who was it? Who was the player who took that extra step?
Ah, and I am so happy to the people who have sent reviews! ALONG WITH THOSE WHO REVIEWED CHAPTER 7! I must thank you. And it was rude of me to not reply to you guys, so I will, right here, and right now! In three…two…one!
fiction idea: Ah, clever Mole hunting indeed! I liked how you looked back at the previous seasons, and correlated on that. I…cannot say anymore of you are right or wrong. And man, you made me remember that treacherous island from Season 2…I would have hated ending up on that, heh.
FireKai: Suspicion ahoy was in Mission 3! I must say, there were some actions that stuck out, more than others. From camera triggers, to poor megaphone planning, to…other acts of sabotage that cannot go unnoticed xD Are they all the Mole, some might ask?
Ice Empoleon: Your comment about Diddy…hahaha! True, even in another virtual reality, and even if it's not even him, he still is a bit of a mess with missions. But he's a good guy. And your suspect deducing, man, I like the buildup before an episode ends, because I know your top 3 will come! I know, I know, you got Yoshi, but I plan to still get you this time heh. I look forward to them!
FrittzyCrazy: Thank you for your comment! Ah, yes, I try my best on these cliffhangers yo xD. This chapter…I definitely got one. Didn't I? Didn't I?
DarthBowser66: Ah, you are a fan of the series, I am so happy to have you review! And I must say, your review was very well written and I am happy to have read it : ) your suspicions are well respected and very WELL written out. I like your comparisons to old players; you comparing Zess to Kate from Season 1 US made me laugh so hard. I look so forward to your future reviews!
Anonymous: Thank you, anonymous! Now you know how their faces looked like when they were informed that Vivian saw the megaphone, right? ; )
Moley Koopa: Yes, Luvbi's appearance was what I believe would close the circle, so I had to include it : ) well, besides the appearing of Vivian and Yoshi, of course! Oh man, your predictions on the missions…some of them were spot on! And you had some good points in the strategies you suggested too. Hopefully, things worked out in the games…that is, even though someone had cheated.
Future Fantasy Writer: Haha! I must admit, I always have a custom of putting princesses in the game. I knew Season 1 had two itself, and Season 2 had Rosalina (who I count as a princess?) So the addition of Éclair just seemed so systematic. I'm glad you like her! I like to build characters of people who aren't really developed in games.
Elemental Queen: Aww, thanks for the "creative" compliment! All my life, I've been spontaneously compliments for my creativity, be it in a story or in life. So I appreciate it so much : )
sixthsense6: Ah yes, McHallyboo sure did credit to the actual real Mole series! I JUST REALIZED! Broke the 4th wall, I presume? : x doh! And about the camera, maybe it was an outside interference, or perhaps it just wasn't!
FredtheMontyMole: Yes, the website! : D I'm quite delighted about its existence too! It took me a (small) while to finally form, but in the end, I was happy how it turned out! Now The Mole: Agent's Elevation is official.
Perianth: In reply to your message: Ahh! thank you so much for being a long-time fan of my Mole series! It just means so much : ) yah know, I don't realize the names of those out there who read my stories but never have a chance to review, so when I discover new people, like you, it just makes me all pumped up and happy, hehe. Your suspicion on a certain player is well-written and spot on too! Can't say if you're right or wrong, hehe, but anyways, I thank you so much for your message to me!
The Website is now updated even more! The player profiles...have now been completed.
And next chapter is…yep…the elimination of another person.
Who will be the Mole's 2nd victim? Who will be leaving the game forever? All will be revealed soon. Stay tuned for Episode 2's finish!