SURVIVOR
Three have been voted off...
Druscilla. Riley. Tara.
Who will be the next survivor voted off at Tribal Council?
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Skrandurak Tribe 7:38 am Day 10
"I haven't got the slightest idea what you're bitching about," Spike told Giles as the two men made the morning walk up to the Tribe's mailbox. "You were the one who pushed us all to vote for Tara in the first place."
Giles glared at him through his glasses. "You-you wanted to vote her off long before I did, so don't play me for a fool. And besides...why are you joining me for mail call anyway? Do you really think you could form some kind of alliance with me?"
Spike snorted. "Alliance? With you? That's a bloody laugh."
They made it to the mailbox in one piece and Giles pulled out the roll of parchment. He read it to himself. Then he read it again. After a third time of reading it, he finally said, "Oh my..."
"Fess up, Watcher. What's on the bloody note?"
Giles read it out loud.
"'Conditions are harsh, and nerves are easily bruised. Now there's a way to become somewhat amused. Pick two of your tribe that in one thing disagree Send them off packing, in hopes that peace they will see. Give them this package for them to decide How they shall use it to end their foolish pride."
Giles looked at Spike.
Spike looked into the mailbox and he found a very small package. "Well, bugger this. What's this about?"
Giles sighed. "It-it would appear that two of us are going to be chosen to take a walk and air out whatever differences there are between us." He looked at Spike. "Perhaps you and I should go. There is so much I would love to tell you."
Spike snorted. "I'll bet there is."
They headed back to the tribe and told the others the news. Cordelia, Xander, and Jonathan had mixed feelings about the whole thing.
"I've got absolutely nothing against any of you," Xander declared ferverently. "You see, I'd vote against all of you the same, so...I'm not a good candidate for this trek in the wild with one of you insane psychopaths."
Jonathan sighed. "I'm just the middle man."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "You're not the middle man, Jack. There is no middle!"
"My name is Jonathan."
"Whatever!"
"Well...I for one am out of this," Spike said as a matter of fact.
Giles regarded him. "Y-you're not excluded from this, Spike. In fact, if anyone should go, it-it should be you."
Spike shook his head. "That's not what the note says. It says two people have to go out and clear the air. Two people who have one thing in which they disagree." He tossed up his hands. "Well, I for one can easily find hundreds of things that I don't like about the whole bloody lot of you." He pointed at Xander. "For one, he talks in his sleep. Last night, he was moaning about Tara."
Xander stared at him. "I-I was not dreaming about Tara!"
"He drools, too. Ruined a perfectly good shirt of mine, and I'm still bloody wondering how the drool got there in the first place!"
"Hey, I did not dro--"
Spike turned on Jonathan. "And you're nothing but a free rider. You do the work, sure, but you're hanging on everybody's coattails to get there."
"Leave Jimmy alone!" Cordelia said defensively.
"Uh, that's Jonathan," Jonathan corrected.
Spike looked at Cordelia and he pointed at her. "And you smell really bad."
Cordelia turned white. "Omigod! What?!" She sniffed at her hands. Then she raised an arm and sniffed. "OMIGOD! OMIGOD! Why didn't somebody tell me!??! I hate this place!"
"Plus you talk too much. You complain even more, and you can't even get this poor chaps name right! What kind of a bloody twit can't get one name right?"
Giles sighed. "En-enough, Spike. We see your point." He paused as all eyes turned to him. "V-very well, then. The answer is quite simple, really. There are two of us who will get this package and leave for their journey." He looked at each one of them. "Cordelia...and Jonathan."
"What?!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"Huh?!" Jonathan exploded. "No. Wait. Spike and I should go. At least it would be a quick death."
Cordelia shot him a look. "That was uncalled for, Jameson!"
Jonathan rolled his eyes. ______________________________
Rikamura Tribe-
"You have to go," Willow said sadly. "The stones that Anya rolled never lie." She rolled her eyes indicating what she thought of Anya and her stones.
"But-but this is crazy!!" Buffy exclaimed. "I-I don't have anything against Fred!"
Angel took Buffy aside. "Yes, you do."
She looked at him, puzzled. "I do? Well, I'm sorry that I do, even though I don't know what it is yet." She sighed and gave Angel her pouty look. "But why did we have to agree with Anya's stones?"
Angel hid a chuckle. "Ah, all it was that we did was put in six stones in a bag and two of them were colored stones. Let Anya think the stones had spoken if she wants to." He paused. "You do have to go with Fred, and you'll find that you do have differences."
"What differences?" Buffy wanted to know.
"She doesn't like you because she has noticed that...we've been having a lot of fun together on this island."
"Well la-de-da for Fred!" Buffy exclaimed. "I am having fun on this island with you. Can't a girl slayer be entitled to a little fun?"
Angel smiled. "Look. Just go, do whatever that package says...and come back. That simple."
Buffy sighed.
She finally met with Fred, and the two left for their trek.
Willow watched them go as Anya approached her.
Anya smiled. "See? My stones really worked. Those two will become the best of friends for sure now, thanks to me and my rocks."
Willow gave her a sarcastic smile. "Aw, gee. That's really nice, Anya."
She heard Anya go back to the campfire where she opened her bag of stones and exclaimed, "Hey!! The stones! Th-they're all the same color!"
Willow grinned from ear to ear and decided to go for a walk on the beach. __________________________________
The Bluff-A place in between both camps.
Jeff Probst waited as from one side, Buffy and Fred approached, and from the other side, there came Jonathan and Cordelia.
"I don't see how it can be so hard for you to remember one name," Jonathan said as he took a deep breath. "It's Jon-a-than. That's three syllables. Like Cor-del-ia. Also three."
"Right," Cordelia said tiredly. "Whatever."
"I don't like the way you look at Angel," Fred was saying to Buffy. "And I can't stand it that you're all he talks about. You two are a thing of the past. Get over it and move on."
Buffy shook her head. "You know, I am really wishing you were a vampire right now because I could really use some slaying time!"
"You wanna piece of me?" Fred declared.
"Greetings!" Probst called to them.
They stopped and looked at him. They all approached him as he waited. They saw a table with some snacks and drinks and every dispute they had was immediately forgotten.
"Omigod! Chicken wings!" Buffy exclaimed.
Jonathan began to drool. "Nacho's and cheese!"
"Pepsi!!" Fred joined in.
Cordelia raised her arms in supplication. "Crystal Light! Thank you, Jesus!"
Then they waited for Probst to tell them what they had to do to get it.
He smiled. "You don't have to do anything. You will stay up here on this bluff and you will stuff yourselves full while you enjoy the company you are with."
Buffy looked at Fred. "That's it?"
He nodded. "The four of you, yes."
Fred smiled. "I don't really mind if you look at Angel."
Buffy hugged her.
Cordelia looked at Jonathan. "Look...I don't have to know your name to eat with you, do I?"
Jonathan was looking at the food and the cold drinks. "Carolyn...you can call me anything you want to."
"Great!" Then she looked at him. "Wait a minute...who did you call me?"
Probst grinned at them. "The four of you enjoy. I'll be back an hour before sunset so that I'll let you have a head start back to your new camps before it gets dark. Until then...enjoy."
He left them then.
As they were eating, it dawned on them what he had just said.
"Nwcmps?" Buffy inquired with a mouthful of food.
They looked at each other. ________________________________
Skrandurak Tribe Later that evening...
Spike, Giles, and Xander were sitting at the campfire when to their surprise, Buffy and Fred showed up.
"Hi," Buffy said cheerfully. "We're your new tribe members."
Xander looked at them. "Wait a minute. What just happened?"
Buffy sighed. "The package we were given had a map for us to get here, and so now, here we are."
Spike looked up at Buffy and he grinned.
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Rikamura Tribe Later that evening...
Angel, Willow, and Anya were sitting around the fire while a few feet a way, Wesley snored to his hearts content. Those who were awake were surprised as Jonathan and Cordelia approached.
"What's going on?" Angel asked. "Where's Buffy?"
"And Fred?" Anya put in.
Cordelia put her hands on her hips. "Well, they were traded in for us. Now...we're here to help your tribe win."
Willow looked at her with daggers. "We were winning."
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Skrandurak Tribe Pre-Tribal Council Interviews
Spike-"The little tramp hasn't said two words to me since she's stepped foot in our camp. Well, unless you count the two words you can't say on local TV, that is, but..." He shook his head. "She's got her head in the clouds about Angel, and now she's with us and he's over there." He laughed.
Fred-"Angel likes Buffy. Spike likes Buffy. Why can't they like me?"
Giles-"I'm very good with balance, as-as you could see with the stilts challenge. I-I managed to stay up longer than the rest of my tribe..." He shook his head. "But for the life of me...I-I just can't see any practical use for Fred being here. She has not made any contributions at all."
Buffy-"Fred has got to go. She gets on my nerves...And she thinks she can take me on? I know a lot of dark alleys I could take her to."
Xander-"I really, really do wish they would stop talking about the food. Do they have any idea how hungry I am? I'm starting to see chicken legs when I look at Buffy and Fred. I-I really need help. I'm thinking of eating them."
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Tribal Council
"Well, here we are. Day 12." Probst smiled at the five survivors of Skrandurak Tribe. "Would any one care to tell me how they're feeling right now?"
"Hungry," Xander told him. "Very, very hungry."
"Anything else?"
Giles glared at him. "Can we just get on with this please?"
Probst nodded. "Sure we can. I just wanted to discuss how you all felt about being here at Tribal Council once again, and with two new members in your tribe."
"Oh, it feels bloody marvelous," Spike replied. "Can't you just tell?"
Buffy shrugged. "I like my new tribe. Xander has been acting strange lately, but...I like the change. We do have to roll with the changes, don't we?"
Xander looked at Buffy and saw roasted chicken. "You do look...very good, Buffy...You smell good, too."
The chicken smiled back and clucked.
Probst looked at Fred. "How do you feel about the change?"
Fred shrugged. "I'm okay with it. I just don't know anybody and I think I'm a goner tonight."
"One nibble before you go?" Xander inquired in a daze.
Probst paused. "All right. Fred, you go first."
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The Votes...
Fred-"Buffy. You really just piss me off."
Buffy-"Fred...when this is over, I'm gonna pay you a serious visit."
Giles-"Fred...Go home. Just...go home."
Spike-"Fred, you're just too small to be out here. One of us could roll over in our sleep and crush you like a bug. Sorry, ole girl. It's really for your own safety."
Xander-"Fred...if you don't go...I'm just gonna eat you."
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They returned to their seats and Probst read the votes.
"Winifred, bring up your torch and leave the Council area immediately."
Fred left without looking back.
Xander watched the chicken leave and he saw a spoon above her head dripping with barbeque sauce.
Probst nodded to the four remaining members of the tribe. "Head back to camp. Tomorrow is a new day."
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Four down...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
The remaining...
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Rikamuru Tribe
Cordelia
Jonathan
Willow
Angel
Wesley
Anya
Skrandurak Tribe
Spike
Giles
Xander
Buffy
Three have been voted off...
Druscilla. Riley. Tara.
Who will be the next survivor voted off at Tribal Council?
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Skrandurak Tribe 7:38 am Day 10
"I haven't got the slightest idea what you're bitching about," Spike told Giles as the two men made the morning walk up to the Tribe's mailbox. "You were the one who pushed us all to vote for Tara in the first place."
Giles glared at him through his glasses. "You-you wanted to vote her off long before I did, so don't play me for a fool. And besides...why are you joining me for mail call anyway? Do you really think you could form some kind of alliance with me?"
Spike snorted. "Alliance? With you? That's a bloody laugh."
They made it to the mailbox in one piece and Giles pulled out the roll of parchment. He read it to himself. Then he read it again. After a third time of reading it, he finally said, "Oh my..."
"Fess up, Watcher. What's on the bloody note?"
Giles read it out loud.
"'Conditions are harsh, and nerves are easily bruised. Now there's a way to become somewhat amused. Pick two of your tribe that in one thing disagree Send them off packing, in hopes that peace they will see. Give them this package for them to decide How they shall use it to end their foolish pride."
Giles looked at Spike.
Spike looked into the mailbox and he found a very small package. "Well, bugger this. What's this about?"
Giles sighed. "It-it would appear that two of us are going to be chosen to take a walk and air out whatever differences there are between us." He looked at Spike. "Perhaps you and I should go. There is so much I would love to tell you."
Spike snorted. "I'll bet there is."
They headed back to the tribe and told the others the news. Cordelia, Xander, and Jonathan had mixed feelings about the whole thing.
"I've got absolutely nothing against any of you," Xander declared ferverently. "You see, I'd vote against all of you the same, so...I'm not a good candidate for this trek in the wild with one of you insane psychopaths."
Jonathan sighed. "I'm just the middle man."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "You're not the middle man, Jack. There is no middle!"
"My name is Jonathan."
"Whatever!"
"Well...I for one am out of this," Spike said as a matter of fact.
Giles regarded him. "Y-you're not excluded from this, Spike. In fact, if anyone should go, it-it should be you."
Spike shook his head. "That's not what the note says. It says two people have to go out and clear the air. Two people who have one thing in which they disagree." He tossed up his hands. "Well, I for one can easily find hundreds of things that I don't like about the whole bloody lot of you." He pointed at Xander. "For one, he talks in his sleep. Last night, he was moaning about Tara."
Xander stared at him. "I-I was not dreaming about Tara!"
"He drools, too. Ruined a perfectly good shirt of mine, and I'm still bloody wondering how the drool got there in the first place!"
"Hey, I did not dro--"
Spike turned on Jonathan. "And you're nothing but a free rider. You do the work, sure, but you're hanging on everybody's coattails to get there."
"Leave Jimmy alone!" Cordelia said defensively.
"Uh, that's Jonathan," Jonathan corrected.
Spike looked at Cordelia and he pointed at her. "And you smell really bad."
Cordelia turned white. "Omigod! What?!" She sniffed at her hands. Then she raised an arm and sniffed. "OMIGOD! OMIGOD! Why didn't somebody tell me!??! I hate this place!"
"Plus you talk too much. You complain even more, and you can't even get this poor chaps name right! What kind of a bloody twit can't get one name right?"
Giles sighed. "En-enough, Spike. We see your point." He paused as all eyes turned to him. "V-very well, then. The answer is quite simple, really. There are two of us who will get this package and leave for their journey." He looked at each one of them. "Cordelia...and Jonathan."
"What?!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"Huh?!" Jonathan exploded. "No. Wait. Spike and I should go. At least it would be a quick death."
Cordelia shot him a look. "That was uncalled for, Jameson!"
Jonathan rolled his eyes. ______________________________
Rikamura Tribe-
"You have to go," Willow said sadly. "The stones that Anya rolled never lie." She rolled her eyes indicating what she thought of Anya and her stones.
"But-but this is crazy!!" Buffy exclaimed. "I-I don't have anything against Fred!"
Angel took Buffy aside. "Yes, you do."
She looked at him, puzzled. "I do? Well, I'm sorry that I do, even though I don't know what it is yet." She sighed and gave Angel her pouty look. "But why did we have to agree with Anya's stones?"
Angel hid a chuckle. "Ah, all it was that we did was put in six stones in a bag and two of them were colored stones. Let Anya think the stones had spoken if she wants to." He paused. "You do have to go with Fred, and you'll find that you do have differences."
"What differences?" Buffy wanted to know.
"She doesn't like you because she has noticed that...we've been having a lot of fun together on this island."
"Well la-de-da for Fred!" Buffy exclaimed. "I am having fun on this island with you. Can't a girl slayer be entitled to a little fun?"
Angel smiled. "Look. Just go, do whatever that package says...and come back. That simple."
Buffy sighed.
She finally met with Fred, and the two left for their trek.
Willow watched them go as Anya approached her.
Anya smiled. "See? My stones really worked. Those two will become the best of friends for sure now, thanks to me and my rocks."
Willow gave her a sarcastic smile. "Aw, gee. That's really nice, Anya."
She heard Anya go back to the campfire where she opened her bag of stones and exclaimed, "Hey!! The stones! Th-they're all the same color!"
Willow grinned from ear to ear and decided to go for a walk on the beach. __________________________________
The Bluff-A place in between both camps.
Jeff Probst waited as from one side, Buffy and Fred approached, and from the other side, there came Jonathan and Cordelia.
"I don't see how it can be so hard for you to remember one name," Jonathan said as he took a deep breath. "It's Jon-a-than. That's three syllables. Like Cor-del-ia. Also three."
"Right," Cordelia said tiredly. "Whatever."
"I don't like the way you look at Angel," Fred was saying to Buffy. "And I can't stand it that you're all he talks about. You two are a thing of the past. Get over it and move on."
Buffy shook her head. "You know, I am really wishing you were a vampire right now because I could really use some slaying time!"
"You wanna piece of me?" Fred declared.
"Greetings!" Probst called to them.
They stopped and looked at him. They all approached him as he waited. They saw a table with some snacks and drinks and every dispute they had was immediately forgotten.
"Omigod! Chicken wings!" Buffy exclaimed.
Jonathan began to drool. "Nacho's and cheese!"
"Pepsi!!" Fred joined in.
Cordelia raised her arms in supplication. "Crystal Light! Thank you, Jesus!"
Then they waited for Probst to tell them what they had to do to get it.
He smiled. "You don't have to do anything. You will stay up here on this bluff and you will stuff yourselves full while you enjoy the company you are with."
Buffy looked at Fred. "That's it?"
He nodded. "The four of you, yes."
Fred smiled. "I don't really mind if you look at Angel."
Buffy hugged her.
Cordelia looked at Jonathan. "Look...I don't have to know your name to eat with you, do I?"
Jonathan was looking at the food and the cold drinks. "Carolyn...you can call me anything you want to."
"Great!" Then she looked at him. "Wait a minute...who did you call me?"
Probst grinned at them. "The four of you enjoy. I'll be back an hour before sunset so that I'll let you have a head start back to your new camps before it gets dark. Until then...enjoy."
He left them then.
As they were eating, it dawned on them what he had just said.
"Nwcmps?" Buffy inquired with a mouthful of food.
They looked at each other. ________________________________
Skrandurak Tribe Later that evening...
Spike, Giles, and Xander were sitting at the campfire when to their surprise, Buffy and Fred showed up.
"Hi," Buffy said cheerfully. "We're your new tribe members."
Xander looked at them. "Wait a minute. What just happened?"
Buffy sighed. "The package we were given had a map for us to get here, and so now, here we are."
Spike looked up at Buffy and he grinned.
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Rikamura Tribe Later that evening...
Angel, Willow, and Anya were sitting around the fire while a few feet a way, Wesley snored to his hearts content. Those who were awake were surprised as Jonathan and Cordelia approached.
"What's going on?" Angel asked. "Where's Buffy?"
"And Fred?" Anya put in.
Cordelia put her hands on her hips. "Well, they were traded in for us. Now...we're here to help your tribe win."
Willow looked at her with daggers. "We were winning."
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Skrandurak Tribe Pre-Tribal Council Interviews
Spike-"The little tramp hasn't said two words to me since she's stepped foot in our camp. Well, unless you count the two words you can't say on local TV, that is, but..." He shook his head. "She's got her head in the clouds about Angel, and now she's with us and he's over there." He laughed.
Fred-"Angel likes Buffy. Spike likes Buffy. Why can't they like me?"
Giles-"I'm very good with balance, as-as you could see with the stilts challenge. I-I managed to stay up longer than the rest of my tribe..." He shook his head. "But for the life of me...I-I just can't see any practical use for Fred being here. She has not made any contributions at all."
Buffy-"Fred has got to go. She gets on my nerves...And she thinks she can take me on? I know a lot of dark alleys I could take her to."
Xander-"I really, really do wish they would stop talking about the food. Do they have any idea how hungry I am? I'm starting to see chicken legs when I look at Buffy and Fred. I-I really need help. I'm thinking of eating them."
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Tribal Council
"Well, here we are. Day 12." Probst smiled at the five survivors of Skrandurak Tribe. "Would any one care to tell me how they're feeling right now?"
"Hungry," Xander told him. "Very, very hungry."
"Anything else?"
Giles glared at him. "Can we just get on with this please?"
Probst nodded. "Sure we can. I just wanted to discuss how you all felt about being here at Tribal Council once again, and with two new members in your tribe."
"Oh, it feels bloody marvelous," Spike replied. "Can't you just tell?"
Buffy shrugged. "I like my new tribe. Xander has been acting strange lately, but...I like the change. We do have to roll with the changes, don't we?"
Xander looked at Buffy and saw roasted chicken. "You do look...very good, Buffy...You smell good, too."
The chicken smiled back and clucked.
Probst looked at Fred. "How do you feel about the change?"
Fred shrugged. "I'm okay with it. I just don't know anybody and I think I'm a goner tonight."
"One nibble before you go?" Xander inquired in a daze.
Probst paused. "All right. Fred, you go first."
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The Votes...
Fred-"Buffy. You really just piss me off."
Buffy-"Fred...when this is over, I'm gonna pay you a serious visit."
Giles-"Fred...Go home. Just...go home."
Spike-"Fred, you're just too small to be out here. One of us could roll over in our sleep and crush you like a bug. Sorry, ole girl. It's really for your own safety."
Xander-"Fred...if you don't go...I'm just gonna eat you."
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They returned to their seats and Probst read the votes.
"Winifred, bring up your torch and leave the Council area immediately."
Fred left without looking back.
Xander watched the chicken leave and he saw a spoon above her head dripping with barbeque sauce.
Probst nodded to the four remaining members of the tribe. "Head back to camp. Tomorrow is a new day."
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Four down...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
The remaining...
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Rikamuru Tribe
Cordelia
Jonathan
Willow
Angel
Wesley
Anya
Skrandurak Tribe
Spike
Giles
Xander
Buffy