SURVIVOR
Ten have been voted off...
Dru Riley Tara Fred Jonathan Buffy Wesley Willow Anya Cordelia
Three has been added to the Jury.. Willow Anya Cordelia
Who will be the next survivor voted off the island?
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This is what remains of the new Gilsum-Roshar Tribe...
Angel Spike Giles Xander
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The four men who remained on the island were exhausted. They were hungry. And their nerves were practically shot. All they really had to look forward to was the end of this Survivor show and then they could go back to their lives. At any rate, there was something they did have to look forward to and that was Tribal Council. Three gorgeous women would be in the Jury, all cleaned up after their time on the island.
The men drooled just thinking about Willow, Anya, and Cordelia.
They were men. And they were exhausted, so any fantasy they played over and over and over again in their minds truly helped pass the time.
But when they weren't thinking about the women, they were focusing on daily living. Whether that was preparing the food or fixing a lean-to, or fishing...or as of lately...yelling at each other.
"You did, too, bleach blonde! I saw you as plain as day! Your denying it doesn't make you innocent!"
Spike made a face at Xander. "You've got bloody issues. Serious ones if you think I was giving you the eye."
Xander pointed at him. "You did, too! You were looking at my neck and you were kicking your chops!" He suddenly shuddered. "Eww. There goes a thought that I didn't want to think!"
"I wasn't looking at your neck."
Angel came to Spike's defense. "He wasn't, Xander. Besides, you're nothing but a toothpick. You wouldn't even be satisfying."
Xander shuddered again. "Both of you were looking at my neck!" He stared at them in horror. "Giles! Help! They're going to take turns at me!"
Giles was so tired, he simply fell on the ground laughing.
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Tribal Council
Jeff Probst stood at the podium.
Angel, Giles, Spike, and Xander sat in their places, but their eyes were focused on the women as they came into Tribal Council. There were Willow, Anya, and Cordelia. God, Cordelia had been right, Probst thought to himself. There was a woman under all that grime and dirt.
He blinked and cleared his throat.
The four survivors were still staring.
Probst cleared his throat again.
The men came out of their stares, and Xander wiped drool from his mouth. He also rubbed his neck to make sure there weren't any teeth marks. He looked at Angel and Spike suspiciously.
"Spike," Probst began.
Spike turned to him. "You git."
Probst paused. "Well, we see that you have the immunity necklace."
"That's obvious." He held up the necklace. "Yep. This bloody thing is mine. I won it because I'm a lot faster than the others were. That challenge was nothing, Jeffie. Racing through the woods, starting a fire, then sliding through some mud to get to the Idol first was hardly a challenge." He pointed at him. "You're slipping."
Probst thought about that. "Well...I'll make the next challenge interesting then. How do you feel about the Hands on the Idol challenge, Xander."
Xander snorted. "It sucked!"
"Angel?"
Angel let out a sigh. "I had a problem with the mud part."
Probst looked at him. "What was the problem?"
"The mud." Angel shrugged. "I couldn't stand up. I just kept falling down."
Giles began to laugh again. He couldn't stop.
Probst pointed to Spike. "You're up for the first vote."
***
Angel-"Xander...that 'Quit looking at my neck!' thing is getting real old, real fast."
Giles held up his card with Xander's name on it. He laughed.
***
Probst took the votes. "Xander Harris, you are asked to leave the Tribal Council immediately. You are the eleventh Survivor voted off the island."
Xander brought up his torch and he left the Tribal Council.
Angel, Spike, and Giles suddenly realized that Xander was going to be sitting in the jury with three beautiful women.
______________________
The remaining tribe members...
Angel Giles Spike
Ten have been voted off...
Dru Riley Tara Fred Jonathan Buffy Wesley Willow Anya Cordelia
Three has been added to the Jury.. Willow Anya Cordelia
Who will be the next survivor voted off the island?
___________________
This is what remains of the new Gilsum-Roshar Tribe...
Angel Spike Giles Xander
__________________
The four men who remained on the island were exhausted. They were hungry. And their nerves were practically shot. All they really had to look forward to was the end of this Survivor show and then they could go back to their lives. At any rate, there was something they did have to look forward to and that was Tribal Council. Three gorgeous women would be in the Jury, all cleaned up after their time on the island.
The men drooled just thinking about Willow, Anya, and Cordelia.
They were men. And they were exhausted, so any fantasy they played over and over and over again in their minds truly helped pass the time.
But when they weren't thinking about the women, they were focusing on daily living. Whether that was preparing the food or fixing a lean-to, or fishing...or as of lately...yelling at each other.
"You did, too, bleach blonde! I saw you as plain as day! Your denying it doesn't make you innocent!"
Spike made a face at Xander. "You've got bloody issues. Serious ones if you think I was giving you the eye."
Xander pointed at him. "You did, too! You were looking at my neck and you were kicking your chops!" He suddenly shuddered. "Eww. There goes a thought that I didn't want to think!"
"I wasn't looking at your neck."
Angel came to Spike's defense. "He wasn't, Xander. Besides, you're nothing but a toothpick. You wouldn't even be satisfying."
Xander shuddered again. "Both of you were looking at my neck!" He stared at them in horror. "Giles! Help! They're going to take turns at me!"
Giles was so tired, he simply fell on the ground laughing.
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Tribal Council
Jeff Probst stood at the podium.
Angel, Giles, Spike, and Xander sat in their places, but their eyes were focused on the women as they came into Tribal Council. There were Willow, Anya, and Cordelia. God, Cordelia had been right, Probst thought to himself. There was a woman under all that grime and dirt.
He blinked and cleared his throat.
The four survivors were still staring.
Probst cleared his throat again.
The men came out of their stares, and Xander wiped drool from his mouth. He also rubbed his neck to make sure there weren't any teeth marks. He looked at Angel and Spike suspiciously.
"Spike," Probst began.
Spike turned to him. "You git."
Probst paused. "Well, we see that you have the immunity necklace."
"That's obvious." He held up the necklace. "Yep. This bloody thing is mine. I won it because I'm a lot faster than the others were. That challenge was nothing, Jeffie. Racing through the woods, starting a fire, then sliding through some mud to get to the Idol first was hardly a challenge." He pointed at him. "You're slipping."
Probst thought about that. "Well...I'll make the next challenge interesting then. How do you feel about the Hands on the Idol challenge, Xander."
Xander snorted. "It sucked!"
"Angel?"
Angel let out a sigh. "I had a problem with the mud part."
Probst looked at him. "What was the problem?"
"The mud." Angel shrugged. "I couldn't stand up. I just kept falling down."
Giles began to laugh again. He couldn't stop.
Probst pointed to Spike. "You're up for the first vote."
***
Angel-"Xander...that 'Quit looking at my neck!' thing is getting real old, real fast."
Giles held up his card with Xander's name on it. He laughed.
***
Probst took the votes. "Xander Harris, you are asked to leave the Tribal Council immediately. You are the eleventh Survivor voted off the island."
Xander brought up his torch and he left the Tribal Council.
Angel, Spike, and Giles suddenly realized that Xander was going to be sitting in the jury with three beautiful women.
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The remaining tribe members...
Angel Giles Spike