It may not have been summer…considering that it was just about the end of November, but the heat from Scrap Island being so close to the equator was still present, which could only mean one thing…a trip to the beach would be entirely fitting. Along the coast of the ruins of Cali-Tokyo, there was a massive beach, one fit for such an outing. Dana and Aaron were on said beach, on a pair of towels, laying and soaking up all the sun that they could possibly want. The prodigy's swimsuit was a one-piece, being a toxic green in color with sleeves that went all the way down to the wrists. Around her waist, there was a frilly bit, like a skirt, almost. Along her chest, there was some black lettering that spelled out the word "apocalypse," much fitting for her current phase. Aaron, on the other hand, was wearing a simple pair of black swim trunks, though they did have some white dots scattered about in a polka dot pattern.
"Miss Dana…do you zink ve are missing any fun challenges zhat a beach day might have? Or are ve all set?" Aaron glanced around the beach, looking at all the equipment they had set up. There was a surfing station, with eleven boards lined up at it. On the beach itself, there was also a volleyball net, with a volleyball available for whoever were to play. Lastly, there were two sets of buckets and small shovels, presumably for sand castle building.
"Yeah, we should be all good…surfing, volleyball, sandcastles, I don't think we're really missing anything from that group. In any case, this should be a bit more relaxing than the other challenges that we have planned…though I'm sure some people, cough cough, Caleb, cough, will find a way to make it super intense and ruin all the fun." Dana sighed and shook her head before getting up from her towel and looking over at the camera. "In any case…last time on Total Drama: Scrap Island, first, there were teams, and then, there were none. With only twelve contestants left, we had to spice things up, one way or another. Buck and Yves finally made like a banana and split, and the boy definitely was acting like it wasn't bugging him but…oh boy, it was really eating at him. With our challenge being a race around the entire island, riding motorcycles, of course, it was really anyone's game. Buck mainly held the lead the whole time, but after Brittany used her mushroom idol on him, things got a bit wacky! Teddy eventually overtook him in the lead, not putting on a hazmat suit before going into the no man's land and mutating to have some sort of impenetrable skin…pretty cool, not gonna lie. Once the effects of the mushroom idol kicked in, Buck started to hallucinate every other contestant as a horrifying monster, all except Valerie, who used this chance to vent about how much she really hates the boy…and Brittany. Bucky boy ended up biting the dust in a challenge that should've been perfect for him, leaving us with just eleven survivors left! Who will be the one to get burnt out in the sun today? Find out, right now, on Total Drama: Scrap Island!"
The camera suddenly flew into the sky, being struck by a massive chunk of debris and knocking it back to the ground, only to be picked up by a cute, blue and silver striped robot with one wheel that it used to move.
"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine," the robot pointed the camera at Theodore at a cafeteria table, pounding down energy drinks like a champ, his eyes twitching from the caffeine while Larida looked concerned for his health.
"You guys are on my mind," at a nearby table, Ronnie was arm wrestling Mitchell, winning easily and slamming him straight through the table, causing Celeste to run over and start screaming at the powerhouse.
"You asked me what I wanted to be and I think the answer's plain to see," the robot wheeled its way out of the cafeteria, showing a junkyard with Vernon scribbling something down in silence and Ivy looking over his shoulder to peek at it, until Blaster popped out of one of the garbage piles, scaring him and making his papers fly off into the sky.
"I wanna be famous!" Vernon ran after his papers, leaving Ivy behind in confusion, eventually passing by Margaret and Daniel as they were making out while surrounded by four intense looking mafia thugs, one who spotted the camera and chased after it.
"I wanna live close to the sun," the robot wheeled away from the mafia goon, passing by Zane and Bunny, the latter who was bugging the boy by holding a mic up to his face, which he tried to shove away.
"So pack your bags, cause I've already won," Fridge carried Caleb on his shoulders across from Aaron, who had Dana on his own shoulders, the two up top slapping at each other as the robot passed by.
"Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day," as the robot continued to roll around, it finally made its way out of the junkyard and to the remnants of Cali-Tokyo, where Buck was attempting to profess his love to Yves, who was all flustered by the gesture.
"I wanna be famous!" Nearby, atop a pile of rubble, Brittany was making fun of Valerie, who let out a sigh and pushed her off the pile and onto the ground.
"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na," near the pile, there were some barrels of toxic waste, which inspired Mitzy, who scribbled something down on a blank sheet while Alice was absolutely appalled by the sight.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" CJ was being chased by a massive and terrifying robot with six legs and two clawed arms, which then noticed the robot with the camera and chased after it, causing it to drop the camera.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" The camera feed cut to the aftermath stage, showing Calvin trying to kiss Max, who, out of embarrassment, belched right in his face.
The two were soon shoved aside by Capone, who rolled his eyes at them, while Sunny, next to him, waved happily to the camera with a huge smile on her face. Maggie popped up between the two of them, an acoustic guitar around her back, hugging them both tightly and snickering while the camera panned out to show the whole cast sitting in the risers, with the little robot sitting next to Caleb, and Franchesco standing off to the side with a glare fixed on Maggie.
Brittany stared at herself in the mirror that was in her bedroom, fixing a glare at her reflection…for some odd reason. She reached her hands up to her face, rubbing her cheeks lightly before glaring even more intensely than before. "Curse that Dana…all these challenges are so bad for my beauty sleep. I'm starting to get bags!" The rich girl tugged on her cheeks, pointing up at the very slight color difference below her eyes. "Ugh! When am I gonna be able to do something that's good for the sake of my beauty?"
A knocking came upon Brittany's door, urging her to glance over in wonder as to whom it may be. She stopped in thought for a moment, tapping her chin. "Hm…it's probably just Caleb coming to whine about how short he is again…sigh. I'll be right there!" The rich girl turned to start walking towards the door, only for a note to be slipped under her door. She cocked her head to the side out of curiosity, soon meandering over to pick it up off the ground. Still, she opened her door to see if anybody was there, only to find that whoever it was was well gone from the scene already. She shrugged her shoulders, shutting the door again and looking down at the letter.
"Hm…wonder who dropped it off. Oh, it says something on the front! 'From your secret admirer.'" Brittany smiled with a beam of confidence, crossing her arms while glancing back to the mirror. "Well, it's about time someone's realized just how amazing and beautiful I am. Who could it possibly be? Theodore? Likely, though I kinda hope not. Oh well, only one way to find out." She tore the letter open, reaching in to pull its contents out, only to find a series of pictures. She cocked an eyebrow as she looked them over, soon glancing through the window to her room with a more puzzled look.
The girl paused for a bit, continuing to stare out the window without glancing back to the pictures. After a brief while, she dropped them into a garbage bin, dusting off her hands and shrugging her shoulders as if nothing happened whatsoever. "Meh, guess I got myself a little stalker…cute. Too bad for them that I'm not scared of anything, more or less willing to back down in the middle of a giant competition just because someone is stalking me." Brittany punched her fist into the palm of her other hand, boasting a confident look. "You hear me, stalker? I'm gonna find out who you are and take you down!"
With a maniacal, and egotistical cackle, Brittany left her room, shutting the door tightly behind her. The camera zoomed in on the wastebasket to reveal several pictures of Brittany from a bird's eye view outside of her window, including some where she was in the middle of her average daily routines. How this didn't frighten her was a miracle.
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"Listen here, creeps and weirdos. If there is one thing you need to prepare yourself for when you're rich and famous, it's creepy stalkers. Luckily, I've been waiting for something like this to pop up for all of my life!" Brittany dug around in her purse, pulling out a massive can of mace with a devilish look on her face. "Personally, I like to mix other forms of deterrents into my mace…makes it really pop when it gets in their eyes, you know? That's right, you mess with the Brittany and you get the…uh…eyes full of mace? I gotta work better on my threat game…"
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Calvin strolled through the halls of the Loser's Hotel, whistling to himself while BroBot, who was right next to him, mimicked the whistle in its own robotic tune. It wasn't long before the two of them came across Bunny, who was standing outside of a room, peeking in through the doorknob to try and get a look at whatever was in there. The two agents glanced between each other, their curiosity piqued. "Agent Yoshihiro! Mind telling me what you're doing peeping through Agent Girard's door like that?"
"Eep!" The blogger leapt back, taking a fighting stance for a moment before realizing that it was just Calvin, and sighing out of relief. "It's just you, Calvin…I was worried that someone that actually mattered caught me." Calvin winced at the offhanded comment, choosing not to respond to it. "If you must know, I'm minding my own business. You should really try doing it sometime, it's super duper fun."
"...You don't seem to be minding your own business at all, agent. In fact, I'd argue that you were minding Agent Girard's business more than your own." Calvin crossed his arms, with BroBot following in suit, like the little sidekick he was. Bunny stroked her chin, nodding slowly back at the boy and his bot.
"You're right, that was a lie." The girl innocently shrugged her shoulders, walking towards Calvin and pulling a lollipop out of one of the buns in her hair, soon handing it to him. "I guess I can give you a sweet treat for figuring that out, really great detective work, chap!" The agent took the lollipop from the girl, cringing as he saw how it had no wrapper on it and it was just buried in her hair. She innocently skipped away from him, successfully avoiding answering the question.
"Well, Agent BroBot…looks like we've got ourselves an official case to work on!" Calvin tossed the lollipop behind him, soon hearing it crash through one of the windows. He nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while BroBot shook its head at him in disapproval. "Okay, two cases! Case one: fixing that window! Case two: the case of Agent Yoshihiro spying on Agent Girard!"
"Beep bop boo bo weep?" BroBot narrowed its pixelated eyes at the boy, who was taken aback, as if he was being called out for something.
"Alright…I suppose that's fair. You can watch while I fix the window, since I'm the one who broke it." Calvin rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, swinging his right arm up in front of his chest with a thumbs up. "Luckily for us, it shouldn't take that long! I've got a knack for piecing these mysteries together!" The agent laughed obnoxiously at his own pun, though BroBot could only roll its eyes at him.
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"Come to think of it, this isn't the first time I've seen Agent Yoshihiro acting differently in the presence of Agent Girard. If only there were some way I could get more info out of her…but I know she keeps everything locked up tight in her brain." Calvin slammed his fist down into his open palm, a look on his face that showed just how determined he was to crack this case. "No matter! A case with added difficulty just makes for better practice!"
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Mitzy was sitting alone in the cafeteria, enjoying a nice, hearty bowl of sugar-coated frosty yummy gummy candy bombs, one of the most healthy cereal options out there on the market. She had a delighted grin on her face, one that didn't fade until she heard a sudden clattering noise outside. She peeped her eyes open, taking a gander out through the cafeteria to see Valerie, who was dusting herself off at the base of a tree. There were some leaves in her hair, which she plucked out, one by one. Mitzy continued to stare at her through the window, chowing down at the cereal that was in her mouth before gulping it down.
"Hm…wonder what Valerie's doing climbing trees out there." The comic artist leaned towards the window a bit more, looking up as high as she could to see what was at the top of the tree. She only saw that its height stopped at about the third floor, but there was nothing particularly interesting about it. "Guess she can get a real good look of the ocean from up there…wait a minute…Valerie…climbing to the top of a tree…jumping jackalopes!" Mitzy jumped up from her seat, leaping forward and forgetting that the window was closed. She slammed against the glass hard, splatting on it like a fly.
"Huh?" Valerie glanced over to the cafeteria window, seeing Mitzy plastered against the glass like a dead bug and bringing her finger to her chin, curious as to what she was trying to do. She slowly walked towards it, raising an eyebrow at the girl. "...Why are you pretending you're a bird that was flying too low?"
"What!?" Mitzy shouted from the other side of the glass, unable to hear what exactly Valerie said. She jumped down from the window, lifting it up before hopping outside to stand right next to Valerie. "What were you saying?"
"I was just asking-"
"It doesn't matter! Don't do it, Valerie, it isn't worth it!" Mitzy placed her hands on Valerie's shoulders, shaking her lightly, but still firmly. The tree climber was entirely confused, the expression on her face perfectly matching how little she understood of what was happening.
"...What are you talking about?"
"You! Up in the tree! Look, I know things can be rough at times, but going to measures that far…they're just too drastic! Maybe you feel like you don't have anyone you can talk to about your issues, but you can always come talk to me if you need to! Just please, don't do anything like…that." Mitzy was a bit out of breath, having not taken a single pause until the very end of her spiel. It was then that Valerie understood what the comic artist was blabbering about, and it made her giggle a little bit. "W-why are you laughing!? Stuff this serious is no laughing matter! I can help you get help! I can-"
"I know what you're thinking, but I can assure you that it's wrong." Valerie nudged Mitzy's arms away so that she wasn't grabbing her shoulders anymore, still giggling a little. "While I may have thought to do something like that…prior to my time on this show, I've got a bit of a different philosophy on that sort of stuff. Why let everyone else win when I could outlast all my enemies instead?"
"Um…well…I mean…" Mitzy rubbed her arm nervously, feeling a bit uncertain about the ominous tone that Valerie was speaking in. "I suppose, as long as you aren't going to do…that…then whatever your philosophy is is fine. But I mean what I said, though! If you need someone to talk to, you can come talk to me!"
"Right. I'll keep that in mind." Valerie continued to giggle before turning to walk away from the girl. She couldn't help but find hilarity in all of this, though Mitzy was still completely confused by the laughter.
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"That's really cute…someone's worried about me now. Imagine if people cared when it mattered?" Valerie snickered, looking at her tablet, which had a picture of everyone currently displayed. She zoomed in on Mitzy's face, scribbling something down over it. "I guess I can let her tag along with me to the finale…as long as she doesn't go and get herself eliminated. Seriously, she preaches her justice and heroics to the worst possible crowd."
"Good golly, that was scary…I've never seen anyone attempt…that, before. I'm glad she wasn't actually going to do anything…but what was that creepy laughing all about?" Mitzy looked puzzled, tapping her chin as she thought back to the odd encounter.
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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattention, contestanitos!" Dana's voice sparked up from each of the hotel's loudspeakers, interrupting what little peace the survivors had left with her obnoxiousness. "I know how much you're itching for another challenge, which is why I'm so happy to announce that we got one coming up! Come meet me and Aaron down at the beach and we'll get the ball rolling! Oh, and I would definitely get in your swimsuit if I were you…you may get a little wet." The host's voice cut from the speakers, with each of the remaining contestants soon heading to their rooms to get changed.
It didn't take long for the survivors to come on down to the beach, each of them in their swimsuits, standing in a line while waiting for further instruction from Dana and Aaron, who stood at the top of a lifeguard tower, looking down at them. Dana grabbed a megaphone from her side, flicking it on before talking to the group. "You guys sure do get ready quickly! I guess you're all just thrilled with the fact that your whole day is going to be spent on this beach here."
"Woohoo, beach time!" Brittany jumped up and down excitedly, clapping her hands together in an almost adorable manner. Her swimsuit was well fitting of an entitled rich girl, such as herself, consisting of a bikini top, which was entirely made of leopard patterned-fabric, and a bikini bottom that matched the pattern. "Seriously, this is just the thing that I've been needing!"
"Of course you would want a beach day…you get to show yourself off to everybody." Valerie mumbled under her breath, nobody quite picking up what she said. She was wearing a full body swimsuit, one that had legs going all the way down to her ankles and sleeves going to her wrists. The suit was black in color, though she wore a white tee shirt over it, as well as a pair of blue shorts. She made it clear that she really wasn't comfortable showing her body to anyone.
"Yeah, a beach day really doesn't seem too bad…oh no…this just means that the challenge is gonna be something insane, like shark wrestling." Vernon let out a sigh, hunching forward with a dull expression on his face. His swim trunks were a dark blue color, kind of like the jacket that he typically wore. Aside from that, he had a white undershirt on…it fit tightly against his body, really making him look far more muscular than he actually was.
"Haha! It better be something like shark wrestling! I wouldn't wanna spend a whole day at the beach doing a bunch of boring shit where I can't showcase how much of a badass I am!" Caleb proudly pointed to himself with his thumbs, doing a little "look at me, I'm awesome" dance. The boy had a white tee shirt on, it seemed to be just a tad too big for him, sagging down a bit on him. His swim trunks were as green as a clover, though pointing this out would've just encouraged him to have a tantrum about people making fun of him for being Irish. Aside from that…he seemed to be caked in layers upon layers of sunscreen.
"...Bro, no offense, but why do you look like you just took a bath in a vat of mayonnaise?" Teddy cocked an eyebrow at the chess player, trying his best not to burst out in laughter. He seemed to have gotten an entire new bathing suit than his previous one, this being cyan in color with the words "#WorstToFirst" running up each of the legs.
"Hey, I don't fuck with the sun! You'll be sorry that you didn't put enough sunscreen on later when you're crispier than the bacon your mom gave me for breakfast!" Caleb stuck his tongue out at the streamer, who gasped in response.
"Note to self, baby's got bite." Teddy grumbled to himself, crossing his arms firmly. "As if my mom would ever make breakfast for anyone other than her special little man."
"Hmm…nope, no shark wrestling or anything of the sort. This challenge is gonna be chock full of everything you would see on a day out to the beach!" Dana grabbed a pointer stick, holding it with her free hand and pointing down to the surfboards. "Our first bit is gonna be a test of stamina: seeing which of you guys can stay on your surfboards the longest while waves push back at you. The top four performers will then move on to the second part of our challenge-" She moved the pointer so that it was aimed toward the volleyball net. "Volleyball skirmishing! A regular volleyball game can take too long, so we've decided to make it a 'first to three points wins' contest. There will be two rounds of that, and then, the winners will move to the third and final part of the contest." Finally, Dana shifted the pointer one more time, now aiming it at the buckets and shovels that were dug into the sand. "Building sandcastles! You'll each be given five minutes to build your best sandcastle, which will be judged by me and Aaron, of course. The winner of this final portion will win immunity when we get to our vote for elimination tonight!"
"Oh, we're actually gonna have some voting ceremonies in this season's merge? I remember last season was all about disqualifying people left and right…remember that?" Margaret leered at the host, who elected to ignore her attitude. The mobster had one a two piece bikini, both pieces being entirely black in color. Seeing her like this was enough to make even Brittany jealous, if Brittany was actually paying attention to anybody other than herself.
"Oh, I do love a good voting ceremony! Especially when half of the votes are on my side!" Bunny snickered to herself, getting an eye roll back from Mitzy, who was standing right next to her. The blogger had changed up her hairdo, losing the buns in favor of a ponytail, which, to be fair, did look really good on her. Her swimsuit was completely black in color, being a one piece that had no straps or sleeves.
"You may have the power of evil united as one for the time being, but evil always turns against itself in the end!" Mitzy struck a pose like a superhero would, with Bunny now being the one to roll her eyes. It was hard to believe that they were friends for a brief period of time. The comic artist was wearing a one piece as well, though it was a swim dress, rather than a regular old swimsuit. It had a pretty neat pattern on it, that being a pink and white swirl in the center that spiraled out with the skirt part being entirely pink and the top being entirely white.
"A three part challenge? That's bigger than anything we've ever had to do before! Most are just two parters, at most." Calvin had a grin on his face as he rubbed his hands together, excited to get into it. The agent had the simplest swim attire of all, that being a plain old pair of black swim trunks…though his chiseled frame really did shine without any shirt on.
"Why stop at three parts? We can make this challenge a whole exercise routine!" Fridge patted Calvin on the back, accidentally knocking him down to the sand dude to his brute strength. He gasped, reaching down to pick the agent up with an apologetic look on his face. He was wearing a pair of swim trunks that were a mix of two shades of blue, the left leg taking a more navy shade while the right leg had a much lighter, sky blue. "Sorry, Mr. Agent! I hope I didn't break all the gadgets you're hiding in your trunks…"
While most of the contestants were rather chatty, there was Yves, standing further away from everyone else. She sighed, still upset about both the breakup, and the fact that Buck had gotten eliminated in the prior challenge. She kept her arms crossed over her stomach, looking down at her feet to avoid eye contact with everybody. She was wearing a stringy, white bikini, although she made sure that no one was able to see it, as over it, she had donned a white cover up, keeping her body mostly covered. "...Let's just get this over with…"
Aaron took up his own megaphone, lightly tapping on it before leaning in to speak to the contestants. "Of course, ve vill be up here to watch zhe whole zing go down. Once you lose a bit of zhe challenge, you don't have to vorry about competing anymore, so you can relax at zhe snack shack!" The co-host had his own pointer stick, which he used to point out a hut in the distance. Ivy was standing behind the bar there, wearing her own swimsuit, which was a dark purple bikini top matched with a pair of black swim trunks. "Miss Ivy is zhere to serve you vatever you may need, so don't be shy to ask!"
"But, until then, we're gonna get a move on with the first part of the challenge! Everybody, head over to the surfboards and prepare to get gnarly!" Dana did a cowabunga gesture with one of her hands, successfully getting a groan of annoyance back from each and every contestant- even Fridge.
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Margaret filed her nails with a rather sharp looking file, it raised some questions as to how she managed to bring it along with her without getting in trouble. "The beaches here on Scrap Island are nothing compared to the beaches we have in Italy, so I can't say I'm too thrilled for this kind of beach day. What I can say I'm thrilled for is taking this game by the reigns and riding my way to the finish! Caleb was a nice little ally to have, but I don't need him anymore…there are plenty of people who have it out for him, so I need to jump ship before that anger starts flying my way. Ciao, leprechaun."
"I was never much into surfing…I kept inside most of my free time. Oddly enough, the music kid and the beach jocks didn't really get along, go figure." Vernon sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It makes me glad that I haven't lost yet, though…I've heard plenty about that one Aftermath host, and that's enough for me to know that I want nothing to do with him."
"Fridge, Caleb, Brittany, Margaret, and myself make up the bulk of the voting power out of everyone that's left. There's Mitzy, Calvin, and Vernon, who actively root against us, but considering that Teddy is more obsessed with his own self than any alliance, Yves is miserable all the time, and Valerie kinda minds her own business, I doubt anyone can outvote us." Bunny flashed two peace signs with her hands, grinning sweetly at the camera. "It would be dumb for me to jump ship from the alliance while we're this strong."
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Each of the contestants had climbed on top of their surfboards, all floating out in the ocean just a small distance away from the shore. Dana watched over them from her tower, megaphone still in hand. "Now, the rules for this bit are simple enough. Your job is to withstand the waves that are coming at you long enough to make it to the last four standing. We've rigged a wave machine nearby to vary in strength to really make things difficult for you. As I said before, those final four standing get to move on to the second part of the challenge, so make sure you try your best if you really wanna get a chance at the immunity, tonight!"
Mitzy and Bunny narrowed their eyes at each other, both wanting to see the other get what they deserve. "Well, that about covers my rules for this bit. Let's go ahead and get this thing started!" Dana shouted those words before pressing a button on a remote, which turned on the wave machine. At first, the waves were coming in with weak frequencies, so everyone was having an easy time staying on top of their boards.
"Ha, this is nothing!" Teddy stood up on his surfboard, striking a pose like a real pro surfer would. "It's gonna take more than a splash to knock the Teddy Bear off of this board!" The streamer continued to flaunt around on top of his board, getting himself and eye roll from Brittany.
"Well, duh! She did say that the waves were going to vary in strength…it makes enough sense that she wouldn't start us off on easy mode." The rich girl looked to where the waves were coming from, noticing a larger one forming behind a group of small ones. She wrapped her arms tightly around her board, doing her best to hold on as it came her way. She was jostled about a good bit by the wave, much like everyone else, but she did manage to keep a grip on the board.
"Heh, is there anything that can take me down? I don't think so!" Teddy continued to flaunt around on his board, eyes closed so that he wouldn't notice the wave coming his way. The second it made contact with his board, he was tipped backwards, letting out a horrific scream before slamming down on the water in a reverse belly flop. The noise he made when he touched the water made every other contestant cringe, it almost sounded like a gunshot. He floated on the water for a brief moment, his expression reading pure pain. "Y-yowch…"
"I told you guys the waves were gonna vary in intensity…Teddy, get out of the wave pool, yer out!" The streamer began to back paddle towards the beach, tears welling up in his eyes from the immense aching of his back. Dana and Aaron shook their heads at him in disappointment, watching him as he slowly trudged towards the snack shack. "One down, six more to go! And, trust me, it's gonna get a lot more intense from here on out!"
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"Sure, maybe I wiped out and ended up looking like a fool…but nobody is gonna wanna waste a vote on the guy that makes himself look like a clown in front of everyone else!" Teddy grinned awkwardly, as if he was just futzing up some story out of nowhere to make him look not so foolish. "Y-yep! I took a dive on purpose there!"
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The waves really started to pick up with their intensity, jostling each of the ten contestants about a good deal. Fridge was shaking as he clutched onto his surfboard for dear life, almost looking like he was about to cry from fear of the waves. "I don't wanna get lost at sea because of these waves, Friendleb! Save meeeeeee!"
"Fridge, you're fine! Just keep holding onto your board and you won't have to worry about drowning or whatever it is you're screaming about!" Caleb looked as if he was two seconds from getting tossed back to the beach, with just how little he weighed. Still, he kept a good grip on the board, which was a bit startling, considering just how much sunscreen he had on.
"D-drowning!? Who said anything about drowning!? I don't wanna drown either!" Fridge continued to cry out in fear, clutching onto his surfboard even harder, to the point that it looked like the board was starting to crack.
"Eugh! These villainous waves are proving to be a worthy adversary!" Mitzy was holding onto her own board with all of her might, though her own words gave her a sudden idea, causing her to sit up and snap her fingers. "I could totally make a wave-controlling villain in the next issue of Kat Kradle! I should jot that down before I- woah!" The immense waves got to the girl while she was distracted, tossing her across the water like a skipping stone. The sight of this caused Margaret to burst out into laughter.
"Heh, better get your brain out of Metropolis if you wanna stay in the game!" The mobster had a great grip on her own board, though not for just any reason. She had put on a pair of see-through gripping gloves that allowed her to hold on without falling off of her board. She thought to herself about her clever trick, "Now, to relax and watch the rest of the jokers flop away like a fish on the deck."
"F-Friendleb! I can't hold on anymore! My board, it's-" Fridge kept on shouting back to Caleb while he held onto his board, his immense strength, combined with the strength of the powerful waves, causing it to burst into several pieces. He screamed in fear, but luckily for him, his massive size made it so that the wave gently carried him to the shore. "...Oh…well, that wasn't so bad!"
"Boo womp! Fridge, Mitzy, you guys don't got what it takes to catch these gnarly waves!" Dana pointed towards the snack shack, a disappointed look on her face. Mitzy slouched forward with a frown on her face while trailing to the shack, though Fridge just happily stomped towards it, clapping his big, meaty hands together.
"I hope they have protein shakes! Need to have at least five of them, everyday!" The oversized athlete kept prancing about without a care in the world about how he just lost the challenge. Meanwhile, there were still eight more contestants on their surfboards, in it to win it. That was only double the amount of those that could possibly move onto the next part of the challenge.
"Ay ay ay! These waves are gonna send this bunny hopping through the sky at this rate!" Bunny was already getting flailed about by the intense waves at this point, her lightweight proving an issue, just as Caleb's had prior. "This just in: water beating up on innocent blogger! Yeah, that'll get my fans to cancel you in seconds, stupid wave machine! Woah!" The girl found herself being flipped over entirely by the waves, soon washing up on the beach. She spat out a mouthful of water, a glare fixed on her face. "Leave it to my big mouth to get me a wave of trouble! Haha, I'm too much, I swear."
"Ha! People are dropping like flies, but I can hold on for days!" Margaret snickered to herself, looking to the side to see that Yves was the closest person to her. The dancer was utterly silent, much like how she was when she first arrived at Cali-Tokyo in the prior season, though she was staring dead at Margaret as if she noticed something…off about her. "Eh? What are you looking at me like that for? I got something in my teeth or something?"
Yves narrowed her eyes at her, not bothering to answer the question. She had noticed something, alright, that being the pair of gloves that she was wearing. "No wonder she's not having any issues…she's cheating to get to the second part of the challenge." Margaret glared back at the girl, noticing what her eyes were directed at. With a sliding motion, she knocked Yves' board with the butt end of her own, screwing up the dancer's balance and shaking her off into the water.
Eventually, Yves washed up on the beach, right next to Bunny. She slowly pulled herself back up to her feet, still glaring back at Margaret. "And two more have fallen! Yves, Bunny, you're done for! You're never surfing in this town again, bro!" Dana taunted the two girls, who went on to go join the other dropouts at the snack shack.
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"Leave it to Yves to stick her nose where it doesn't belong…eh, doesn't matter to me." Margaret shrugged her shoulders, a carefree smile on her face. "I'd be worried if I wasn't a shoe-in for victory. Besides, if things turn sour, I still haven't dumped my alliance. Trust me…I'm very careful with the moves I make in games like this."
"Of course Margaret was cheating her way through this part of the challenge…figures." Yves scoffed, her arms crossed while she leaned back against the wall. "If it weren't for that alliance of hers, I'd vote her out in an instant."
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There were but six people left on their surfboards: Margaret, Caleb, Valerie, Vernon, Brittany, and Calvin. Each was getting thrown for a loop, though Margaret was definitely having a much smoother ride than the rest of them. "Urk! These waves ought to be tossed up on the most wanted criminals list, with how badly they're attacking these innocent civilians! Agent Watterson is on the scene to arrest you, waves!" Calvin talked a big game, though he seemed to be clutching onto his board like a baby to its mother. Another big wave came in, this one snatching his board from under him and leaving him to comedically float in the air for a brief moment. He blinked twice, looking down beneath him to see how high up he was. Soon, he turned to look back at the camera, grabbing a sign from behind his back and holding it up, revealing that it said "uh oh" on it before falling down to the water with a howling scream of horror.
While the agent was dragged back to the beach by the intense waves, the other five were still in it to win it. Caleb looked like he was just about to be sent straight to the clouds from how much he and his board were being tossed about, though he kept holding on. "No way am I letting these weak ass waves beat me! You hear me, waves!? Caleb Goddamn Davidson isn't anyone's bitch!"
"How are you still in the water, dude? You weigh like three pounds…" Vernon was barely able to be heard over the powerful crashing waves, considering how soft spoken he was on a regular basis. The insult still did strike a nerve with Caleb, whose face went red with rage. The shrimpy boy shouted something back, though the songwriter couldn't quite hear what he said. "Huh!? What was that!?" Again, Caleb shouted some words, though Vernon still didn't hear anything. "You gotta be louder than that, dude!" One more time, the boy tried to shout at him, his face redder than before. "I still can't hear you!"
"For the love of God!" Valerie sat up on her own surfboard, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout back at him. "He said that you're a pu-" Without being able to finish her sentence, the girl was tossed off into the distance by the pressure of the waves. Calvin just managed to pull himself to his feet on the beach, and was trying to wipe the clumps of sand off of him, when Valerie knocked him back down to the ground like some sort of high-powered steamroller that had gone out of control.
Soon after she touched the beach, the wave machine shut off, and Dana began to shout back down to the contestants. "Alright, alright! Calvin and Valerie are both down for the count, which means that the four people that'll be moving on to the second part of the challenge will be Margaret, Vernon, Caleb, and Brittany!"
"That's what I get for trying to help out…" Valerie sighed and stood from the beach, looking back down to see Calvin, face down in the sand. "...Dude, quit taking a dirt nap."
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"Well, obviously I made it to the next part of the challenge!" Margaret tugged the gloves off of her hands, dropping them into the wastebasket with a grin on her face. "I mean, was there ever any doubt?"
"Mwahahahaha! That's right bitches, I'm the king of the goddamn sea!" Caleb stood on top of the toilet, boasting a cocky grin. Unfortunately, due to the slippery sunscreen on his feet, his legs spread apart and he did a full split, squeaking like a dying mouse.
"Ah, I do so love the beach! Of course, I'm always in it to win it, but now more than ever before!" Brittany took a selfie with her phone, making sure to make a duck face at the camera. "Heh, people are gonna love this! #BeachDayVibes!"
"...How?" Vernon had the most confused look on his face that he had ever had before.
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The remaining four contestants stood at the base of the lifeguard tower, staring up at Dana and Aaron while they stared back down at them. "Alright, you four have proved you've got the most radical surfing skills, which has brought you to this point here: the volleyball portion of the challenge! We'll be having two games, each of them going to three points, like I mentioned before. The first game will be Brittany versus Vernon, and the second game will be Margaret versus Caleb! Any objections?"
"Psh, I ain't gonna go down to the likes of the guitar plucking baby." Brittany snickered while looking at Vernon with a nasty expression, only getting a sigh back from the boy himself. Meanwhile, Caleb looked up at Margaret and smirked, knowing that either of them could win that part of the challenge and it wouldn't matter in the end.
"So, Margaret…I think I'm still pretty high up on the target list from the rest of the goons on this island." The chess playing strategist leaned up to whisper to the girl, who listened carefully. "What say you let me go to the last part of the challenge so that when Brittany inevitably beats Vernon, I can get her to hand me that immunity?"
"Eh, I don't see why not." Margaret smirked lightly, shrugging her shoulders while Vernon and Brittany headed for the volleyball court. The rich girl took the left side of the court, while the songwriter took the right. The ball started on his side, so it would've had to have been his serve.
"Okay, you two…we're gonna get this game started on the count of three. Vernon starts the game, but serve will go to whoever gets scored on. With that out of the way, we're gonna start in three…two…one!" Dana shouted her countdown to the contestants, hinting Vernon to take the volleyball in his hand. He gulped nervously as he tossed the ball into the air, soon bumping it over the net to Brittany.
"Heheh, jokes on you, I used to be the queen of volleyball back in my private school!" Brittany leapt up before the ball could even get very far past the net, slamming it right back at the boy with enough force to bury it in the sand almost immediately. Vernon's eyes went wide as steam rose from the ball and he soon looked back to Brittany to see the menacing expression on her face. "Go ahead, Vernon…it's one to none, and it's your serve!"
"Holy crap…" The songwriter bent down to pick the ball off of the ground, dropping it soon as there was a lot of heat flowing from it. "W-what kind of cracked out volleyball did you have to play back in school to be able to do that!?"
"I SAID IT'S YOUR SERVE!" Brittany's words overtook the beach like cannonfire, startling each and every other contestant that stood before her. Vernon gulped his fear down, grabbing the ball from the ground and trying his best to ignore the heat of it. He tossed it up into the air, soon hitting it back with a little more force than last time. Brittany chuckled to herself, shaking her head while standing completely still. The volleyball suddenly came over the net, but the second it did, she vanished into thin air. The ball soared for another second before she reappeared next to it in the air, knocking it with the back of her fist and landing it right in front of Vernon's feet. "...Two to nothing…game point."
"Come on, Vernon! You can make a comeback!" Ivy shouted from where she was at the snack shack, though the boy turned around to show a look of utter despair on his face. "Oh, geez…she's really beating him hard."
"Um, less talky, more smoothie!" Teddy shook an empty cup at the intern, successfully getting her to roll her eyes at him.
"Well? Go on Vernon…pick up the ball and serve it to me." Brittany had an innocent smile on her face now, though the air around her was violent and wicked. Vernon was shaking where he stood, and when he grabbed the ball from the sand, he had a really hard time holding onto it. He tossed it into the air again, hitting it with barely enough strength to get it over the net. Brittany bounded from the ground like a superhero, soon slamming the ball with her fist and sending it flying right towards Vernon. He blinked, and suddenly, all he could see was bright light.
"...Where…am I?" The songwriter looked around the emptiness of the area he was in, utterly confused. Meanwhile, back on the beach, he was laying flat on the sound, out cold with stars spinning over his head. Ivy ran over to him to grab him from the court, dragging him off to the snack shack and fanning him off while Brittany balanced the volleyball on her finger with that same innocent look on her face.
"...A-and it looks like Brittany got the first game down on lock, moving her into the final part of the challenge!" Dana looked horrified by the girl's volleyball prowess, but she was trying her best to not let it be shown. "Caleb, Margaret, make your way to the field and get ready to go through with the second game!"
The two other contestants made their way to the volleyball court, Caleb taking the ball from Brittany, who patted him on the head before taking her leave from the court.
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"I…am…the queen…of volleyball." Brittany smiled at the camera, her eyes wide with bloodlust.
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Caleb whistled nonchalantly while tossing the volleyball up and down in his hands, soon winking at Margaret, who winked right back at him. "Welp, I sure hope I can do good enough to win this match! Go easy on me, will you?"
"You got it!" Margaret nodded at the boy, soon taking a playing stance on her side of the court. Caleb giggled to himself for a brief moment before tossing the ball up into the air. As it sailed back down, he bumped it over the net, watching it fly over and expecting Margaret to just let it hit the ground, though…something else happened entirely. She jumped up to spike the ball back at him, not as much force as Brittany behind her strike, but still some decent power. It hit the sand next to him, soon bouncing away a bit.
"What the hell!? Margaret, what was-" Caleb looked around to see a bunch of odd stares from the contestants that weren't in the alliance, soon looking back at Margaret and gritting his teeth. "...Nice job…one to nothing, and I'm serving." The boy started walking over to pick up the ball, thinking to himself all the while. "So that's how it's going to be, huh? Well, if you wanna bitch out of our alliance, that's fine by me! I'll crush you, right here, right now!" He finally grabbed the ball, turning to face Margaret with a glare fixed on his face. He tossed the ball up, this time hitting it with much more force than before. It came soaring over the net, and Margaret jumped up to spike it back at him, though he dove to the ground and bumped it back over the net, causing it to hit the ground at the same time as Margaret herself.
"Eh!? You little runt, I oughtta…congratulate you on a job well done." Margaret slowly clapped her hands for the boy, though the look on her face was just as menacing as his. "So, you're gonna fight back against me? Prepare to lose and get wiped out of the competition." The mobster picked up the volleyball, brushing her hair out of her face with her other hand. "Alright, one to one…my serve." Margaret tossed the ball up this time, soon jumping after it and attempting to spike it again, though Caleb's nimble body was able to jump in front of it before it hit the ground. He used his forehead to bounce it back over the net, and Margaret attempted to run to where it was to hit it back, though she tripped in the sand, just barely missing it as it struck the ground.
"Well, well…looks like the score is now in my favor. Two to one." Caleb brushed off his shoulder, a cheeky grin on his face. "Guess that makes it game point, and still your serve." Margaret gritted her teeth as she got up from the sand, scooping the ball up before getting back to the middle of her side of the court. "Go ahead, Margaret…serve it to me."
"Oh, I'll serve you something, alright!" The mobster struck the ball with her fist with enough force to send it cascading a great distance. Caleb did his best to run and hit it, though it was going way too far. It almost went out of bounds, but it managed to touchdown right at the end of the court, tossing another point Margaret's way. "Why would you look at that? We've got it all tied up again…and it's anyone's game!"
"So it is, so it is. I'm sorry to say that this next point is assuredly going to be mine." Caleb tossed the ball up into the air one last time, hitting it with that power fist of his. Margaret snickered to herself as it came over the net, hiding something behind her back. As it came down to her, she went to bump it with her fist, pricking it ever so slightly with a needle before sending it back over the net. When it fell back down to Caleb, he hit it with a lot of force, though it seemed to just barely bounce off of his fist and sink into the sand…on his side of the court. "What the- hey, something's not right, here!"
Margaret crossed her arms while Caleb picked the ball up, squeezing it lightly between his hands to see that the air was blowing out of it. "WHAT!? You fucking cheated, bitch!"
"I don't know what you're talking about…you probably poked a hole in that ball with your jagged little fingernails, you bridge troll." Margaret waved him off, clearly not interested in arguing with the little gremlin.
"Hey, Dana! Margaret popped the ball so she could win the game! Do something about it!" Caleb started shouting up to the host, who glanced the other way and shrugged her shoulders.
"I didn't see her do anything out of the ordinary. Margaret will move on to the last part of the challenge and face off against Brittany in the sandcastle building contest." Dana stuck her tongue out at Caleb, who looked as if he was about to explode from rage. He stormed off towards the snack shack, cursing to himself under his breath.
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"I do what I gotta do to win, I don't care if that means I have to cheat or anything shifty like that. Besides, this means I can take Caleb right out of the game when I snag the immunity right from under Brittany's nose. We'll see who owns the game after that." Margaret chuckled to herself, all too pleased with how well she had just played Caleb.
Yves dug around in the wastebasket, eventually pulling up the pair of gloves that Margaret had used to help herself out in the surfing part of the challenge. She turned to face the camera, an annoyed look on her face.
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The bulk of the nine challenge losers gathered around the snack shack, with the newest addition, Caleb, as salty as the waves that took most of the others out of the game. "Margaret thinks she can just go behind my back to beat me, does she? I'll show her a thing or two…nobody messes with me!"
"No offense, Agent Davidson, but Agent Diablo isn't much of an annoyance for the bulk of us. With you not getting immunity here…well, I can't guarantee you're going to be safe in tonight's elimination." Calvin glanced between some of the other contestants to see that they were nodding in agreement to what he had to say, but it was then that Yves wandered back to the shack. "Agent Jiminez-Chiu! You've been gone for a while now…what's that all-"
Yves didn't let the boy finish his question as she tossed the pair of gloves onto the counter of the snack shack, soon crossing her arms. Valerie grabbed them, taking a look at them with curious eyes. "...A sopping wet pair of gripping gloves…I really don't wanna know what you use these for…or do I?" A perverse smile popped up on the girl's face as she set them back down on the counter.
"They aren't mine." Yves spoke coldly and bluntly, using as few words as she needed to speak with these people that she didn't care to be around. "Margaret used them to cheat her way into the second part of the challenge."
"What!?" Mitzy was astonished enough to place her hands on the side of her head with wide eyes. "That's so…evil! And that totally explains why she didn't get knocked off her board or thrashed around even a little bit!"
"Yeah! In fact, I think I saw her bump you, Yves, off of your board but she didn't even move a muscle!" Bunny looked over her shoulder to glare at Margaret, who was stretching herself out to get ready for the last part of the challenge. "Fridge, go axe her!"
"Axe? Body spray?" Fridge scratched his chin in thought, only getting a sigh back from Bunny.
"...So that means that I was fucking right about her cheating in our volleyball game! I knew it! Goddamn piece of shit!" Caleb kicked the counter, getting a glare sent to him from Ivy, who was still fanning off Vernon's unconscious body. "Ugh…that little bitch!"
While the losers continued to discuss Margaret and her cheating, the two contestants that were still in the challenge were just about ready to get their show on the road. "Alright! We're onto our very last bit in this challenge! In this, you two will have one, yep, one minute to put together the best sand castle you can manage! Me and Aaron will be the ones to judge how well constructed they are! Are you two ready?"
"As ready as I always am!" Margaret smirked, her arms crossed while she looked down at the shovel and bucket in front of her.
"Beach day, beach day, beach day, be-" Brittany continued to mutter the same two words to herself over and over again, as if they were playing through her head on loop. The rich girl made it clear that she loved…loved the day at the beach.
"Alright…then, on your mark…get set…build!" Dana shouted her command back down to the girls and they set off with their building. Margaret knelt down to the ground, scooping sand up with her bucket and using the little shovel to form a good base for her castle. The girl snickered to herself, maniacal thoughts in her mind the whole time while she built.
"Heh…now to go and win this challenge with ease. I hope Brittany is having a nice time with the shovel…considering that I replaced it with one made out of plastic wrap. Can't tell the difference from a glance, heheh…" Margaret glanced over to Brittany to see that she had tossed her shovel aside entirely, and was only using her hands to build her sand castle. With a feverish need for all things beach related, she was already building a moat around a three-tiered castle, complete with a working drawbridge. The mobster's eyes went wide as she realized just how deep in her element Brittany was. "Shit! How did she get that far already!?"
Margaret started to pick up the pace on her build after that, but she was still only on the second tier of the castle. She went faster and faster, forsaking structural integrity for speed. "If I don't go any faster, I'll-"
"And time is up!" Dana shouted down to the two girls, soon descending the ladder from the lifeguard tower with Aaron following in suit. The two hosts approached the girls to see Brittany basically frothing at the mouth from the excitement and fun she was having, while Margaret was on her knees, jaw dropped in utter astonishment. Brittany's castle was a marvel of modern sand architecture, while Margaret's…well, managed to crumble down to one tier after a few seconds of barely standing at two. "...Hm…well, what do you think about this, Aaron?"
"Me? Vell, I zink zat zhe outcome is pretty obvious here." Aaron pointed towards Brittany with one of his hands. "Brittany has built zhe better sandcastle…so she vins immunity from elimination!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Brittany got so excited from the victory that was declared in her favor that she picked her bucket up from the sand and threw it into the distance. Vernon just started to come back to consciousness in the snack shack, only for the bucket to conk him on the head and knock him right back out.
"Well, everybody better be ready to cast your votes! We'll meet back up at the Colosseum of Shame in fifteen minutes for the ceremony!" Dana and Aaron started heading back towards the colosseum, leaving the survivors on the beach alone. Margaret looked around to see that each contestant, give for Brittany, who was too excited, and Vernon, who was knocked out, was glaring right at her.
"H-heheh…well, you see, guys…uh…about today…" Nobody gave the girl a chance to explain herself, as they each started walking back to the colosseum.
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Margaret slammed her head against the wall, over and over and over again, soon making a crater in the wall and pulling her head back to reveal that it was covered in drywall dust. "...Curse my bravado."
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Each of the eleven contestants met back at the Colosseum of Shame, with Vernon still entirely unconscious, only being held up by Ivy, who sat on the bench as well. Brittany stood over by the two hosts, who were at their podium, munching on the rations that she had already been given for winning her immunity. As far as the other nine contestants went…there was one Margaret, who sat in the center of the bench, hanging her head in shame, and eight others, each of them glaring at her.
"Well, we're back here for our first voting ceremony since the merge, and I have to say…I didn't expect it to end up being so one-sided! Seriously, it was pretty clean cut as far as who's going home tonight goes! That being said…Bunny, Fridge, Vernon, Valerie, Yves, Mitzy, Calvin, Teddy, you guys are all safe. And our immunity winner, Brittany, of course." Dana nodded, with Aaron tossing out the eight bags of rations to all of the contestants that were called. This only left Caleb and Margaret emotionless, though the chess player wasn't worried in the slightest.
"Margaret…man, you played the game super dirty today. You did some shifty business at each and every turn, can't say I'm too surprised." Margaret shot a glare to Dana, though the host seemed a lot less intimidated than she had hoped for. "Caleb…for once, you actually weren't really in the wrong. I'm shocked."
"Yeah, whatever…just give me my rations already, please and thank you." Caleb rolled his eyes as he spoke, ready for this to be over with.
"Ugh…I hate having to do this, but fine. Caleb…you're safe." Aaron tossed the final bag of rations to the chess player, who caught them in one hand before turning to grin at Margaret. The mob boss stood from her seat, hiding her expression with her hat. "Margaret, you had a good run, but your time here is up. Gangsters are so not in, anyways."
"Dovrei tagliarti il collo, monello." Margaret hissed her Italian words at Dana before jumping onto the Trampoline of Losers and bounding out of the Colosseum of Shame, soon disappearing out of sight.
"...Well, at least Ivy won't be getting threatened every day anymore." Dana shook her head before turning to face the camera with a grin. "A power player is down and out, leaving us with our final ten contestants! Which of these survivors will be the next to fall to our little apocalypse? Find out, next time, on Total Drama: Scrap Island!"
Author's Notes:
*I know, I know, I just posted three episodes in one day. To be fair, those episodes of Lost City had been done for a while, I was just waiting for my beta reader to look over them before I posted them. As far as this one goes, this is by far the most fun I've had writing a challenge for this season. Like…geez, it was so much fun. Sucks to lose Margaret, as she is always fun to have around, but I think it is fitting for her. Can't out beach the queen of the beach.
*Votes: Margaret - Caleb, Brittany, Fridge, Bunny, Yves, Valerie, Teddy, Mitzy, Calvin; Caleb - Margaret; No One - Vernon
*Placements: No Placement - Chris; 22nd - Daniel; 21st - Larida; 20th - Mitchell; 19th - Alice; 18th - Blaster; 17th - Max; 16th - CJ; 15th - Ronnie; 14th - Celeste; 13th - Zane; 12th - Buck; 11th - Margaret