SURVIVOR
Six have been voted off...
Druscilla. Riley. Tara. Winifred. Jonathan. Buffy.
Who will be the next survivor voted off at the next Tribal Council?
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Tribal Council
"We lost because I got everyone of those questions wrong, Jeff. I-I know you explained the whole tribal ancestry, and I know that everything you said in that tale was in the questions written in the maze." Wesley let out a weary sigh and he shrugged. "What can I say? I-I don't know what went wrong."
Jeff looked at him. "You take the first vote."
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Wesley-"Willow...I have to vote for you, well...I just would have been grateful if you would have at least woken me up for that little tribal tale. I'm really good with detail, but not if I'm asleep."
Cordelia-"Wesley, if you snooze then you don't win anything. You are always asleep anyway, and it really is disgusting. You snore. You drool...And has anyone noticed the way Willow's been looking at me lately? What's up with that?"
Anya-"Wesley...sorry. If I had my rocks, I think they would have picked someone else, but...I had to do Eany, Meany, Miny Moe...and you were the tiger I got by the toe. Sorry."
Angel-"Wes. Go home. Take a long nap. And read up on ancient tribal lore, will you? Not that it will do any good now."
Willow-"Wesley..." Closes her eyes. Tries to calm the shaking. "God, there's...there's something wrong with me. I-I'm voting you off because you are s-sleeping next to Cordelia...And if you get voted off, I can take your spot." Pauses. "I-I think it has to be the heat. Yep. It's the heat, 'cause I'm thinking she's hot...I mean...Ohmigod."
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Jeff took the votes and read them off one by one. Willow couldn't make herself look at Cordelia.
"Wesley...you're the seventh survivor to be..." Jeff looked at the tribe members. "Uhm, Angel? Can you wake Wesley up?"
Angel gave Wesley such a shove that Wesley woke up lying face first into the dirt. He struggled to his feet, stretched, and yawned. Then he blinked.
"Did I miss something?" he asked.
"Wesley, you have to leave the Tribal Council immediately," Jeff told him.
Wesley sighed. "It's about damn time. You know, I never expected to make it this far."
He left the area.
That left Jeff looking at the other four remaining members. Angel, Cordelia, Willow, and Anya.
Jeff smiled. "Okay. This is where things get a little different." He motioned for the others to join them.
Spike, Giles, and Xander joined them.
Everyone looked at each other. Willow wanted to get up and hug Xander because if she hugged him she wouldn't be thinking about hugging Cordelia. What was wrong with her?
Xander looked at Willow and he saw bbq chicken. Gosh, Cordy looked like that, too. And, okay, it's not very funny that Angel and Spike look like steaks. That's just not right.
"Rikamura Tribe and Skrandurak," Jeff began, "you are now officially one tribe." He clapped his hands. A catering service brought out trays of food and drink. "Tonight, you will dine and you will get to know your new tribe members. And you will come up with a new name for your tribe. Also, any member voted off after today will sit and judge the final two members."
"Hey, how about the Scoobies?" Xander suggested.
"For our new name?" Angel inquired.
Xander shook his head. "No, man. I mean those Scooby Moon Pies on the table. I got dibs on those."
They broke bread, drank, and were merry. Willow planted herself next to Xander and she refused to look in Cordelia's direction. She and Xander began to drop food into each others mouths.
Spike was thinking to himself as he ate in silence.
After plenty of food had been consumed, they all sat around the fire and talked about a new name. They tossed out ideals and they discarded them like that. Too simple. Too hard. Too dumb. Too unpronounceable. Too as if, yeah, right, whatever!
Spike remained quiet.
The other members laughed and joked and they just had a great time. Willow saw next to Xander and she had her arm around his. She had forgotten about Cordelia. At least she hoped she did.
But it occurred to her that Spike had not mentioned any names for their tribe. "Spike, do you have any ideas for a name?" she asked.
All eyes turned to Spike.
He hesitated. "Yeah. I got one."
"What is it?" Angel asked.
Spike paused. Then he took a deep breath. "Gilsum-Roshar."
Everyone stared at him.
Cordelia frowned. "Huh?"
Anya shook her head. "How do you say that again? Jillsums-Rossaine?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Gilsum-Roshar! It's really not that hard, you know. You say their names every bloody day, you should be able to say them together."
Angel looked at him. "We say their names every day?"
"Yes. Well...not their last names...But if you ask me, it's because of them that we got to where we are today." He looked at Angel. "They made us what we are, Angel. They came into out lives and they changed us."
Angel paused. "Gilsum-Roshar." His eyes widened in understanding. "Giles, Summers, Rosenberg, and Harris! Gilsum-Roshar!" He smiled. "I'm impressed!"
"S-so am I," Giles stammered, looking at Spike closely. "You want to name the tribe after us?" He indicated himself, Willow, and Xander. "A-and Buffy?"
Spike shrugged. "You were the ones who started the whole thing. It's only right."
Anya nodded. "I-I like it. It's nice...even if I can't really say it."
Angel smiled. "Sounds good to me."
They all put their hands together. "Gilsum-Roshar Tribe!"
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The next day, they had a reward challenge. They had to swim out and carry a rock back to shore. Angel won the reward challenge. His reward was that he was taken to a cruise ship where Jeff showed him to his room. Angel showered, he changed into a tux and he went to the dining lounge on the main deck to order a meal.
He received a surprise when he got there.
There was a lady in a gorgeous dress sitting at his table waiting for him.
"Buffy?" He stared.
She smiled at him. "You look handsome in that tux, Angel." A playful smile tugged at her lips. "Well...you look handsome out of it, too."
He joined her at the table.
Jeff appeared at their side with menus. He gave them each one.
"You're our waiter?" Angel asked.
Jeff nodded. "Yes, I am. I'm here to get you anything you desire."
Angel and Buffy looked into each other's eyes. They had a desire, all right. And it had nothing to do with food. But they couldn't do that, now could they? The last time they did that, it was disastrous.
Jeff smiled because he seemed to know what they were thinking. "Did I ever mention that whenever participating as a Survivor, curses are null and void, and therefore, they simply have no affect on any of the contestants?"
Angel raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
Buffy smiled. "I love this Survivor thing!"
"Would you like to order from our room?" he asked.
She looked at him with a deep longing. "I really don't think we're going to have time for that once we're behind closed doors." She looked at Jeff. "Uhm...does this reward cover for room damage, 'cause, well...we do move around a lot." She grinned nervously. "You know, when we move around a lot, and do things...private things."
Jeff chuckled. "It's all covered."
Angel and Buffy took each other by the hand and they headed back to Angel's room. They made passionate love all night long.
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He laid on his back and took several deep breaths. "Ohmigod! You are really incredible!!"
She purred as she laid her head on his chest and snuggled up against him. "There's a lot more where that came from, let me tell you, mister."
"God, we should have done this a long time ago."
"Oh, it wasn't for a lack of trying on my part, let me tell ya!" She nibbled on his ear. "I'm soooo horny!"
"Oooocheeemama!" _______________
Angel came back to the new camp and he was positively smiling. He smiled so much it hurt. But he couldn't help it. He just kept on smiling. He greeted everybody.
"Hello, Giles...Anya...Spike...Cordy..." He stopped. "Where are Xander and-- "
Crash. Thud.
They all turned around, and Willow and Xander had stumbled out from the cover of the bushes they had been behind.
"Ohmigod!" Cordelia shrieked. "Where are your clothes!!"
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"This vote tonight will change everything," Jeff explained at Tribal Council. "Whoever you vote off tonight will be the first to sit in the jury section, and when we arrive at the end, the jury will judge the last two survivors. Is everybody ready?"
Everyone nodded.
"This was a tough challenge on all of you, but Xander stood on the pole longer than anyone and he won immunity. Xander, you are up to vote first."
***
Xander-"Sorry, Will. I really am. But the last two nights, you got really rough, and now Anya's throwing stones at me."
Spike-"Willow...you know, I don't mind that rough stuff. Why didn't you come to me in your delusional state of distress? I would have bloody helped you."
Giles-"Willow, you are a very bad girl."
Angel-"Willow..." He laughs.
Cordelia-"Willow...eeeeuih."
Anya-"Willow Rosenberg, you and I will have us a few words about this. And besides, I know it was you who changed all of my stones to the same color."
Willow-"Cordy...you have to leave, 'cause you are driving me crazy. A-and that's just not natural. B-but that's why I attacked Xander." Smiles. "I- I could sure get used to that."
***
Jeff read the votes.
"Willow, you are the eighth survivor to be voted from the island. Please leave the Tribal Council immediately."
Willow nodded. "Oh...okay." She smiled at Xander. "But at least I'll be back."
The tribe members watched her go.
Jeff smiled at them. "The game has now changed. Head back to camp and prepare yourself for what lays ahead."
The Gilsum-Roshar Tribe headed back for camp.
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Eight down...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
Wesley
Willow *boo-hoo, sniff*
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The remaining...
Gilsum-Roshar Tribe
Cordelia
Angel
Anya
Spike
Giles
Xander
Six have been voted off...
Druscilla. Riley. Tara. Winifred. Jonathan. Buffy.
Who will be the next survivor voted off at the next Tribal Council?
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Tribal Council
"We lost because I got everyone of those questions wrong, Jeff. I-I know you explained the whole tribal ancestry, and I know that everything you said in that tale was in the questions written in the maze." Wesley let out a weary sigh and he shrugged. "What can I say? I-I don't know what went wrong."
Jeff looked at him. "You take the first vote."
***
Wesley-"Willow...I have to vote for you, well...I just would have been grateful if you would have at least woken me up for that little tribal tale. I'm really good with detail, but not if I'm asleep."
Cordelia-"Wesley, if you snooze then you don't win anything. You are always asleep anyway, and it really is disgusting. You snore. You drool...And has anyone noticed the way Willow's been looking at me lately? What's up with that?"
Anya-"Wesley...sorry. If I had my rocks, I think they would have picked someone else, but...I had to do Eany, Meany, Miny Moe...and you were the tiger I got by the toe. Sorry."
Angel-"Wes. Go home. Take a long nap. And read up on ancient tribal lore, will you? Not that it will do any good now."
Willow-"Wesley..." Closes her eyes. Tries to calm the shaking. "God, there's...there's something wrong with me. I-I'm voting you off because you are s-sleeping next to Cordelia...And if you get voted off, I can take your spot." Pauses. "I-I think it has to be the heat. Yep. It's the heat, 'cause I'm thinking she's hot...I mean...Ohmigod."
***
Jeff took the votes and read them off one by one. Willow couldn't make herself look at Cordelia.
"Wesley...you're the seventh survivor to be..." Jeff looked at the tribe members. "Uhm, Angel? Can you wake Wesley up?"
Angel gave Wesley such a shove that Wesley woke up lying face first into the dirt. He struggled to his feet, stretched, and yawned. Then he blinked.
"Did I miss something?" he asked.
"Wesley, you have to leave the Tribal Council immediately," Jeff told him.
Wesley sighed. "It's about damn time. You know, I never expected to make it this far."
He left the area.
That left Jeff looking at the other four remaining members. Angel, Cordelia, Willow, and Anya.
Jeff smiled. "Okay. This is where things get a little different." He motioned for the others to join them.
Spike, Giles, and Xander joined them.
Everyone looked at each other. Willow wanted to get up and hug Xander because if she hugged him she wouldn't be thinking about hugging Cordelia. What was wrong with her?
Xander looked at Willow and he saw bbq chicken. Gosh, Cordy looked like that, too. And, okay, it's not very funny that Angel and Spike look like steaks. That's just not right.
"Rikamura Tribe and Skrandurak," Jeff began, "you are now officially one tribe." He clapped his hands. A catering service brought out trays of food and drink. "Tonight, you will dine and you will get to know your new tribe members. And you will come up with a new name for your tribe. Also, any member voted off after today will sit and judge the final two members."
"Hey, how about the Scoobies?" Xander suggested.
"For our new name?" Angel inquired.
Xander shook his head. "No, man. I mean those Scooby Moon Pies on the table. I got dibs on those."
They broke bread, drank, and were merry. Willow planted herself next to Xander and she refused to look in Cordelia's direction. She and Xander began to drop food into each others mouths.
Spike was thinking to himself as he ate in silence.
After plenty of food had been consumed, they all sat around the fire and talked about a new name. They tossed out ideals and they discarded them like that. Too simple. Too hard. Too dumb. Too unpronounceable. Too as if, yeah, right, whatever!
Spike remained quiet.
The other members laughed and joked and they just had a great time. Willow saw next to Xander and she had her arm around his. She had forgotten about Cordelia. At least she hoped she did.
But it occurred to her that Spike had not mentioned any names for their tribe. "Spike, do you have any ideas for a name?" she asked.
All eyes turned to Spike.
He hesitated. "Yeah. I got one."
"What is it?" Angel asked.
Spike paused. Then he took a deep breath. "Gilsum-Roshar."
Everyone stared at him.
Cordelia frowned. "Huh?"
Anya shook her head. "How do you say that again? Jillsums-Rossaine?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Gilsum-Roshar! It's really not that hard, you know. You say their names every bloody day, you should be able to say them together."
Angel looked at him. "We say their names every day?"
"Yes. Well...not their last names...But if you ask me, it's because of them that we got to where we are today." He looked at Angel. "They made us what we are, Angel. They came into out lives and they changed us."
Angel paused. "Gilsum-Roshar." His eyes widened in understanding. "Giles, Summers, Rosenberg, and Harris! Gilsum-Roshar!" He smiled. "I'm impressed!"
"S-so am I," Giles stammered, looking at Spike closely. "You want to name the tribe after us?" He indicated himself, Willow, and Xander. "A-and Buffy?"
Spike shrugged. "You were the ones who started the whole thing. It's only right."
Anya nodded. "I-I like it. It's nice...even if I can't really say it."
Angel smiled. "Sounds good to me."
They all put their hands together. "Gilsum-Roshar Tribe!"
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The next day, they had a reward challenge. They had to swim out and carry a rock back to shore. Angel won the reward challenge. His reward was that he was taken to a cruise ship where Jeff showed him to his room. Angel showered, he changed into a tux and he went to the dining lounge on the main deck to order a meal.
He received a surprise when he got there.
There was a lady in a gorgeous dress sitting at his table waiting for him.
"Buffy?" He stared.
She smiled at him. "You look handsome in that tux, Angel." A playful smile tugged at her lips. "Well...you look handsome out of it, too."
He joined her at the table.
Jeff appeared at their side with menus. He gave them each one.
"You're our waiter?" Angel asked.
Jeff nodded. "Yes, I am. I'm here to get you anything you desire."
Angel and Buffy looked into each other's eyes. They had a desire, all right. And it had nothing to do with food. But they couldn't do that, now could they? The last time they did that, it was disastrous.
Jeff smiled because he seemed to know what they were thinking. "Did I ever mention that whenever participating as a Survivor, curses are null and void, and therefore, they simply have no affect on any of the contestants?"
Angel raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
Buffy smiled. "I love this Survivor thing!"
"Would you like to order from our room?" he asked.
She looked at him with a deep longing. "I really don't think we're going to have time for that once we're behind closed doors." She looked at Jeff. "Uhm...does this reward cover for room damage, 'cause, well...we do move around a lot." She grinned nervously. "You know, when we move around a lot, and do things...private things."
Jeff chuckled. "It's all covered."
Angel and Buffy took each other by the hand and they headed back to Angel's room. They made passionate love all night long.
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He laid on his back and took several deep breaths. "Ohmigod! You are really incredible!!"
She purred as she laid her head on his chest and snuggled up against him. "There's a lot more where that came from, let me tell you, mister."
"God, we should have done this a long time ago."
"Oh, it wasn't for a lack of trying on my part, let me tell ya!" She nibbled on his ear. "I'm soooo horny!"
"Oooocheeemama!" _______________
Angel came back to the new camp and he was positively smiling. He smiled so much it hurt. But he couldn't help it. He just kept on smiling. He greeted everybody.
"Hello, Giles...Anya...Spike...Cordy..." He stopped. "Where are Xander and-- "
Crash. Thud.
They all turned around, and Willow and Xander had stumbled out from the cover of the bushes they had been behind.
"Ohmigod!" Cordelia shrieked. "Where are your clothes!!"
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"This vote tonight will change everything," Jeff explained at Tribal Council. "Whoever you vote off tonight will be the first to sit in the jury section, and when we arrive at the end, the jury will judge the last two survivors. Is everybody ready?"
Everyone nodded.
"This was a tough challenge on all of you, but Xander stood on the pole longer than anyone and he won immunity. Xander, you are up to vote first."
***
Xander-"Sorry, Will. I really am. But the last two nights, you got really rough, and now Anya's throwing stones at me."
Spike-"Willow...you know, I don't mind that rough stuff. Why didn't you come to me in your delusional state of distress? I would have bloody helped you."
Giles-"Willow, you are a very bad girl."
Angel-"Willow..." He laughs.
Cordelia-"Willow...eeeeuih."
Anya-"Willow Rosenberg, you and I will have us a few words about this. And besides, I know it was you who changed all of my stones to the same color."
Willow-"Cordy...you have to leave, 'cause you are driving me crazy. A-and that's just not natural. B-but that's why I attacked Xander." Smiles. "I- I could sure get used to that."
***
Jeff read the votes.
"Willow, you are the eighth survivor to be voted from the island. Please leave the Tribal Council immediately."
Willow nodded. "Oh...okay." She smiled at Xander. "But at least I'll be back."
The tribe members watched her go.
Jeff smiled at them. "The game has now changed. Head back to camp and prepare yourself for what lays ahead."
The Gilsum-Roshar Tribe headed back for camp.
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Eight down...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
Wesley
Willow *boo-hoo, sniff*
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The remaining...
Gilsum-Roshar Tribe
Cordelia
Angel
Anya
Spike
Giles
Xander