The New Project
Author: MeB (aka XanWill4Ever)
Spoiler: No major spoiling.
Summary: A major operation is about to unfold unlike any other before.
Disclaimer: All characters of Buffy tVS are the property of Joss. The other characters aren't mine, either...but I enjoy playing with them. Characters from Jurassic Park, and Jurassic Park are not mine.
Rating - PG-13 Strong Language
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The Conference Room was huge with a big table that could seat fifty people. At the moment, there were only four men in the room. One man wearing glasses, sporting a beard and short brown hair was sitting at the table drinking coffee. His name was MeB. Meb was also jotting things down into a notebook.
Three men were standing along a wall where the wall contained television sets for viewing the New Project. On one of the tv sets, there was a view of an island somewhere out in the deep.
This island was the topic of a very heated discussion.
"No, no, no! You don't seem to understand that what you are proposing to do, Mr. Probst, should be against the law and, therefore, you should be thrown into the deepest, darkest prison known to mankind just for coming up with a crazy proposition like this." The man shook his head. "I swear to Christ, I don't know where you people come from but you send anyone to this island for Survivor II, you might as well dig them up graves to bury them in when they return." Suddenly, he waved an irritated hand in the air. "No! Scratch that. You won't be able to dig up any goddamn graves because there won't be any bodies. There-there are never any bodies. That's because the bodies are completely devoured. Swallowed up. Gone." He snapped his fingers. "Just like that." He pointed at Probst. "But you don't care about that, do you? All you and Dr. Hammond here want is that- that goddamn all mighty dollar. It's merchandising and-and what new products you can sell...but's it's never really about the people who's lives you put in danger. Is it?"
"I think you're over-reacting, Mr. Goldblum," Jeff Probst told him.
The man scowled. "No. No, Mr. Probst. I am not over-reacting. And my name isn't Goldblum. It's Malcolm. Ian Malcolm. And this whole thing is a gigantic mess. You're going to send 18 new survivors to this island, and guess what? None of them will survive."
"Ian, please!" the third man protested. He was older and he was using a cane to lean against.
Malcolm took a deep breath and looked at him. "How could you allow this, John? This is nuts! This is plain psycho-academy winning stuff that you're dealing with here." He pointed at the island on the tv. "Stop sending people to this place! Haven't you learned anything from the last three times?"
Probst shook his head. "There's no danger--"
Malcolm held up a hand. "Oh. Here it comes. How many times have I heard this? 'There's no danger.' 'The animals stay in their own territory.' And my personal favorite, 'We're only going to take a look.' And all of that leads up to the running, the screaming, and then the getting swallowed by Mr. T-Rex, or Mr. T-Rex' neighbors, the Raptors. Yes, Mr. Probst. It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye while the rest of him gets swallowed up whole." He looked Probst in the eye. "This idea of yours is the worst idea in a very long, sad history of bad ideas. And I'm going to be there when you learn that."
"Look, the people going to this island are not your typical people. They're different."
"Like how different? 'Superman' different? Because unless you're built like the man of steel, anyone going to Isla Nublar is going to be eaten."
Dr. John Hammond squeezed Malcolm's arm reassuringly. "Ian, my boy. You really need to stop fussing at Jeff. He knows what he's doing."
Malcolm shook his head. "Oh, they all know what they're doing. Yes, John. I know." He looked at Probst. "Who are the poor suckers you've conned to go to this island for your Survivor II?"
"Some are due to arrive at any minute," Probst told him. "We're still looking for some others. We need twelve more."
"How soon do you need them?"
"No later than the first week of September."
Malcolm nodded. "So they have that long to spend the rest of their lives."
Probst shook his head. "They're not going to die. We have skilled hunters in place to keep the serious trouble at bay."
"Oh, you don't know serious trouble." He pointed at MeB who hasn't said a word. "What's his story?"
Probst glanced over at MeB. "He's coordinating everything."
"So he's behind the madness, too."
At that moment, the door opened and a guide led in a young girl who entered shyly. After the young girl was in the room, the guide closed the door.
Malcolm looked at the girl with long red hair and green eyes and he then looked at Probst. "What is that sweet, innocent kid doing here?"
"That is Willow Rosenberg." Probst smiled at the young girl. "Hi, Willow. We're glad you could make it."
"Uh, thanks," Willow said with hesitation as she looked around. "A-am I really going to be on Survivor? Uh, there w-won't be any spiders, will there?"
Malcolm let out a sigh. "Oh, don't you worry about spiders. Where you're going, spiders won't be a problem."
Willow looked at him warily. "Oh."
Probst waved her to the table. "Please, take a seat."
Willow smiled and she took a seat beside MeB.
MeB looked at her. He thought, Ohmigod, she sat next to me!
"Willow..." Malcolm looked at Probst. "Willow is special, how? What powers does this little girl have to help her on the island?"
Probst regarded him. "She's smart. She's a computer genius. This Willow is from Season One of Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
Willow heard that. "Uh, I-I'm from what?"
Probst smiled. "Well, you see, there is a network that exists in a different realm of existence, Willow. Some of the shows that are popular there is Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, and the new Survivor. What you go through in life with Buffy Summers and the rest of your friends is actually a big hit on the network I referred to."
"Y-you mean...I'm on TV in this other realm, like-like Alyson Hannigan is on TV here?"
"Yes."
"Uh, if-if I'm on Survivor, who's going with me?"
As if on que, the door opened, and in walked Faith. She took one look at Willow and stopped. "Whoa. What happened to you, Red?" She looked Willow over. "Long hair. You seem younger than when I tried to kill you. Damn, girl. Are you messing with anti-aging magic's?" She smiled. "Share, girlfriend."
Willow looked at Faith with a puzzled look on her face. "Uh, do I know you?"
Now Faith looked puzzled. "You...you don't know who I am?"
"Y-you tried to kill me?"
Probst called their attention. "Ladies. If you please...we have more guests."
Willow and Faith looked to see who had just entered the Conference Room. Faith stared in wide-eyed wonder and then she ran and tackled a tall man who had just walked in. She tackled him so hard, they almost fell.
But the ex-Mayor of Sunnydale, Richard Wilkins, simply laughed and wrapped his arms around Faith. "There's my girl!" he exclaimed. "Oh, it is good to see you again, Faith."
Faith bounced on her feet as she looked up at Wilkins. "I...I can't fucking believe this!"
"Now, Faith..." Wilkins shook his head at her, but there was a touch of an affectionate smile on his face for her. "You know how I am about such language. And from a lady like yourself. Tsk, tsk."
Faith actually blushed. "Sorry. Old habits kind of die hard."
"People are like old habits," growled a voice from behind them. "They should die. And if they don't, I'll kill them."
Everyone turned to look.
It was Angelus. Not Angel. But Angelus. He was with a woman who had met him in the hall. That woman was none other than Lilah Morgan. This was the side of Angel she wanted for the Firm she worked for. But that was another story.
"Everyone take a seat." Probst pointed at Angelus. "And need I remind you that you are all under a truce while here and while on the island. This truce cannot be broken."
Angelus looked over at Willow. "Damn. You really know how to spoil my fun. I'm kind of...hungry for something small." He winked at her.
Willow shrank into her seat.
Then the door opened once again.
All eyes turned to see who this Survivor was going to be. They saw Xander Harris.
This Xander stood there watching everyone. He stood tall and his eyes took in everything. Four people suddenly walked in from behind him, but they spread out as if they were on the prowl for the one who lead them. The four were Kyle, Tor, Rhonda, and Heidi, and with Xander...they were the Pack.
"Xander," Probst said, "take a seat."
Xander did. His lackey's remained standing. Xander sat across from Willow and looked at her as if she were dinner. Willow didn't like the way he was looking at her, but then again...he was looking at her, so that was something, wasn't it? She paused in thought. Yeah, she did like it. She frowned again.
"Damn, Xander," Faith began as she looked him over, "where'd you get all the testerone?"
Xander turned his head to regard her. "What do you mean?" he asked casually.
"Well, you seem like Mr. Tough Guy. I mean, you've even got the look. Damn. What have you been doing?"
"H-he's been possessed by a hyena," Willow told her.
"Come again?"
Willow turned to look at her. "Xander was possessed by a spirit of a hyena. So were his four new friends. I-it's a long story, but it ends happily. Sort of." She regarded Xander carefully. "I-it still would have been nicer for you to be possessed by puppies...or-or baby ducks."
Xander shook his head. "Poor little Willow. You're just too sweet." He smiled. "It's a good thing we have a truce, otherwise, I'd jump over this table and--"
Malcolm had enough. "All right! Just stop it with the threats and innuendos! What is wrong with you people?" He indicated Willow as he looked at Probst, Meb, and Hammond. "You people are throwing this poor defenseless girl to the wolves. And what's worst, you're dropping her off in the middle of a park that had no right to be created."
"Wait a minute..." Angelus looked at Malcolm as if he hadn't heard correctly. "I thought the challenge was on an island. What's this crap about a park?"
"Oh. I see. You weren't told." Malcolm looked accusingly at Probst. "Was that an oversight?"
"The park?" Angelus pressed.
Malcolm looked at Angelus. "The park is the next site for Survivor II. We know it as Isla Nublar, but it does have another name." He paused for affect. "Jurassic Park."
Everyone stared at him.
"Really?" Wilkins finally said. Then he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Now this could get very interesting."
"That's one way of putting it." Malcolm indicated the survivors in the room. "In this very room, we have 10 people who are going on the island. 10 survivors, waiting for 8 more to show up for the smorgishborg fiesta on Isla Nublar this September."
Probst shook his head. "Dr. Malcolm...we're waiting for 12 more to show. Not 8."
Malcolm counted the Survivors in the room. "What the hell are you talking about? You have 10 people in this room as Survivors. You only need 8 to make 18. Do the math. The math doesn't lie."
"Kyle, Tor, Rhonda, and Heidi do not count. They're with Xander and they're called the Pack. Xander leads them, and should he get voted off, then they all get voted off."
"And if Xander gets eaten by a T-Rex, they all get eaten by said T-Rex." Malcolm shook his head. "Are you making these damned rules up as you go along?"
"This is a different kind of Survivor."
Malcolm pointed at him. "This is madness." He turned to the Survivors at the table. "I implore you, leave while you still can."
"We're going to the island," Xander told him. "Why don't you come with us?"
Malcolm hesitated. Finally, he looked at Willow. "All right." He straightened, and he turned to look at Probst. "If I remember how the game is, it starts with two groups, right? Two different tribes. So I will go with one of those tribes and I will get another specialist to go with the other tribe. We will act as guides and we will be permanently imbued with immunity. We aren't in this to play the game, but to guide them."
"There are no guides in Survivor," Probst replied.
Malcolm shook his head. "Now wait a minute, Mr. Prost. You yourself said that these were different circumstances for survival than your 'human' show of the Outback or Africa. This Isla Nublar is far more dangerous than any place on earth to do this kind of thing. They are going to need guides and I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist that they do." He paused for effect. "I will not endorse this idea without that agreement."
Probst thought about it. "Who is the other guide?"
"Dr. Alan Grant."
Hammond's face lit up. "Ian! That's a splendid idea."
Malcolm looked at Probst. "Do we have a deal?"
Probst nodded. "We do."
"So...I can't wait to see who the other lunatics are that have signed up for this." Malcolm looked at Willow. "Don't you worry about a thing, sweetheart. I'm going to see you get through this."
Probst turned to Meb. "Meb...did you send out an email for additional requests as to who our viewers would want to see on Survivor II?"
Meb nodded. "Actually, they will see it in this. We have to point out that it can't be anyone from the first Survivor. Willow and Xander here are from Season 1, so that is exceptable because the first Survivor had a Willow and Xander from a later season. The same with Angelus. He's cleared because in the first Survivor, it's Angelus. The Pack actually throws a new twist on things. And we haven't seen Faith, Mayor Wilkins, or Lilah in the first Survivor."
"Wasn't a request made for Sweet to be in Survivor?"
"Well...he won't actually be a Survivor but he is in charge of the musical score on Survivor II." Meb paused for affect. "We only need 12 more Survivors. Let's hope we see a response after this is sent out."
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Survivor II
Isla Nublar-otherwise known as "Jurassic Park" the first island.
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The Guides:
Ian Malcolm
Alan Grant
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Musical Score by Sweet
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The Survivors (6 so far):
Angelus
Faith
Lilah Morgan
Mayor Richard Wilkins
The Pack-Xander Harris, Kyle, Tor, Rhonda, and Heidi (counted as 1)
Willow Rosenberg (Buffy-Season One)
Author: MeB (aka XanWill4Ever)
Spoiler: No major spoiling.
Summary: A major operation is about to unfold unlike any other before.
Disclaimer: All characters of Buffy tVS are the property of Joss. The other characters aren't mine, either...but I enjoy playing with them. Characters from Jurassic Park, and Jurassic Park are not mine.
Rating - PG-13 Strong Language
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The Conference Room was huge with a big table that could seat fifty people. At the moment, there were only four men in the room. One man wearing glasses, sporting a beard and short brown hair was sitting at the table drinking coffee. His name was MeB. Meb was also jotting things down into a notebook.
Three men were standing along a wall where the wall contained television sets for viewing the New Project. On one of the tv sets, there was a view of an island somewhere out in the deep.
This island was the topic of a very heated discussion.
"No, no, no! You don't seem to understand that what you are proposing to do, Mr. Probst, should be against the law and, therefore, you should be thrown into the deepest, darkest prison known to mankind just for coming up with a crazy proposition like this." The man shook his head. "I swear to Christ, I don't know where you people come from but you send anyone to this island for Survivor II, you might as well dig them up graves to bury them in when they return." Suddenly, he waved an irritated hand in the air. "No! Scratch that. You won't be able to dig up any goddamn graves because there won't be any bodies. There-there are never any bodies. That's because the bodies are completely devoured. Swallowed up. Gone." He snapped his fingers. "Just like that." He pointed at Probst. "But you don't care about that, do you? All you and Dr. Hammond here want is that- that goddamn all mighty dollar. It's merchandising and-and what new products you can sell...but's it's never really about the people who's lives you put in danger. Is it?"
"I think you're over-reacting, Mr. Goldblum," Jeff Probst told him.
The man scowled. "No. No, Mr. Probst. I am not over-reacting. And my name isn't Goldblum. It's Malcolm. Ian Malcolm. And this whole thing is a gigantic mess. You're going to send 18 new survivors to this island, and guess what? None of them will survive."
"Ian, please!" the third man protested. He was older and he was using a cane to lean against.
Malcolm took a deep breath and looked at him. "How could you allow this, John? This is nuts! This is plain psycho-academy winning stuff that you're dealing with here." He pointed at the island on the tv. "Stop sending people to this place! Haven't you learned anything from the last three times?"
Probst shook his head. "There's no danger--"
Malcolm held up a hand. "Oh. Here it comes. How many times have I heard this? 'There's no danger.' 'The animals stay in their own territory.' And my personal favorite, 'We're only going to take a look.' And all of that leads up to the running, the screaming, and then the getting swallowed by Mr. T-Rex, or Mr. T-Rex' neighbors, the Raptors. Yes, Mr. Probst. It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye while the rest of him gets swallowed up whole." He looked Probst in the eye. "This idea of yours is the worst idea in a very long, sad history of bad ideas. And I'm going to be there when you learn that."
"Look, the people going to this island are not your typical people. They're different."
"Like how different? 'Superman' different? Because unless you're built like the man of steel, anyone going to Isla Nublar is going to be eaten."
Dr. John Hammond squeezed Malcolm's arm reassuringly. "Ian, my boy. You really need to stop fussing at Jeff. He knows what he's doing."
Malcolm shook his head. "Oh, they all know what they're doing. Yes, John. I know." He looked at Probst. "Who are the poor suckers you've conned to go to this island for your Survivor II?"
"Some are due to arrive at any minute," Probst told him. "We're still looking for some others. We need twelve more."
"How soon do you need them?"
"No later than the first week of September."
Malcolm nodded. "So they have that long to spend the rest of their lives."
Probst shook his head. "They're not going to die. We have skilled hunters in place to keep the serious trouble at bay."
"Oh, you don't know serious trouble." He pointed at MeB who hasn't said a word. "What's his story?"
Probst glanced over at MeB. "He's coordinating everything."
"So he's behind the madness, too."
At that moment, the door opened and a guide led in a young girl who entered shyly. After the young girl was in the room, the guide closed the door.
Malcolm looked at the girl with long red hair and green eyes and he then looked at Probst. "What is that sweet, innocent kid doing here?"
"That is Willow Rosenberg." Probst smiled at the young girl. "Hi, Willow. We're glad you could make it."
"Uh, thanks," Willow said with hesitation as she looked around. "A-am I really going to be on Survivor? Uh, there w-won't be any spiders, will there?"
Malcolm let out a sigh. "Oh, don't you worry about spiders. Where you're going, spiders won't be a problem."
Willow looked at him warily. "Oh."
Probst waved her to the table. "Please, take a seat."
Willow smiled and she took a seat beside MeB.
MeB looked at her. He thought, Ohmigod, she sat next to me!
"Willow..." Malcolm looked at Probst. "Willow is special, how? What powers does this little girl have to help her on the island?"
Probst regarded him. "She's smart. She's a computer genius. This Willow is from Season One of Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
Willow heard that. "Uh, I-I'm from what?"
Probst smiled. "Well, you see, there is a network that exists in a different realm of existence, Willow. Some of the shows that are popular there is Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, and the new Survivor. What you go through in life with Buffy Summers and the rest of your friends is actually a big hit on the network I referred to."
"Y-you mean...I'm on TV in this other realm, like-like Alyson Hannigan is on TV here?"
"Yes."
"Uh, if-if I'm on Survivor, who's going with me?"
As if on que, the door opened, and in walked Faith. She took one look at Willow and stopped. "Whoa. What happened to you, Red?" She looked Willow over. "Long hair. You seem younger than when I tried to kill you. Damn, girl. Are you messing with anti-aging magic's?" She smiled. "Share, girlfriend."
Willow looked at Faith with a puzzled look on her face. "Uh, do I know you?"
Now Faith looked puzzled. "You...you don't know who I am?"
"Y-you tried to kill me?"
Probst called their attention. "Ladies. If you please...we have more guests."
Willow and Faith looked to see who had just entered the Conference Room. Faith stared in wide-eyed wonder and then she ran and tackled a tall man who had just walked in. She tackled him so hard, they almost fell.
But the ex-Mayor of Sunnydale, Richard Wilkins, simply laughed and wrapped his arms around Faith. "There's my girl!" he exclaimed. "Oh, it is good to see you again, Faith."
Faith bounced on her feet as she looked up at Wilkins. "I...I can't fucking believe this!"
"Now, Faith..." Wilkins shook his head at her, but there was a touch of an affectionate smile on his face for her. "You know how I am about such language. And from a lady like yourself. Tsk, tsk."
Faith actually blushed. "Sorry. Old habits kind of die hard."
"People are like old habits," growled a voice from behind them. "They should die. And if they don't, I'll kill them."
Everyone turned to look.
It was Angelus. Not Angel. But Angelus. He was with a woman who had met him in the hall. That woman was none other than Lilah Morgan. This was the side of Angel she wanted for the Firm she worked for. But that was another story.
"Everyone take a seat." Probst pointed at Angelus. "And need I remind you that you are all under a truce while here and while on the island. This truce cannot be broken."
Angelus looked over at Willow. "Damn. You really know how to spoil my fun. I'm kind of...hungry for something small." He winked at her.
Willow shrank into her seat.
Then the door opened once again.
All eyes turned to see who this Survivor was going to be. They saw Xander Harris.
This Xander stood there watching everyone. He stood tall and his eyes took in everything. Four people suddenly walked in from behind him, but they spread out as if they were on the prowl for the one who lead them. The four were Kyle, Tor, Rhonda, and Heidi, and with Xander...they were the Pack.
"Xander," Probst said, "take a seat."
Xander did. His lackey's remained standing. Xander sat across from Willow and looked at her as if she were dinner. Willow didn't like the way he was looking at her, but then again...he was looking at her, so that was something, wasn't it? She paused in thought. Yeah, she did like it. She frowned again.
"Damn, Xander," Faith began as she looked him over, "where'd you get all the testerone?"
Xander turned his head to regard her. "What do you mean?" he asked casually.
"Well, you seem like Mr. Tough Guy. I mean, you've even got the look. Damn. What have you been doing?"
"H-he's been possessed by a hyena," Willow told her.
"Come again?"
Willow turned to look at her. "Xander was possessed by a spirit of a hyena. So were his four new friends. I-it's a long story, but it ends happily. Sort of." She regarded Xander carefully. "I-it still would have been nicer for you to be possessed by puppies...or-or baby ducks."
Xander shook his head. "Poor little Willow. You're just too sweet." He smiled. "It's a good thing we have a truce, otherwise, I'd jump over this table and--"
Malcolm had enough. "All right! Just stop it with the threats and innuendos! What is wrong with you people?" He indicated Willow as he looked at Probst, Meb, and Hammond. "You people are throwing this poor defenseless girl to the wolves. And what's worst, you're dropping her off in the middle of a park that had no right to be created."
"Wait a minute..." Angelus looked at Malcolm as if he hadn't heard correctly. "I thought the challenge was on an island. What's this crap about a park?"
"Oh. I see. You weren't told." Malcolm looked accusingly at Probst. "Was that an oversight?"
"The park?" Angelus pressed.
Malcolm looked at Angelus. "The park is the next site for Survivor II. We know it as Isla Nublar, but it does have another name." He paused for affect. "Jurassic Park."
Everyone stared at him.
"Really?" Wilkins finally said. Then he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Now this could get very interesting."
"That's one way of putting it." Malcolm indicated the survivors in the room. "In this very room, we have 10 people who are going on the island. 10 survivors, waiting for 8 more to show up for the smorgishborg fiesta on Isla Nublar this September."
Probst shook his head. "Dr. Malcolm...we're waiting for 12 more to show. Not 8."
Malcolm counted the Survivors in the room. "What the hell are you talking about? You have 10 people in this room as Survivors. You only need 8 to make 18. Do the math. The math doesn't lie."
"Kyle, Tor, Rhonda, and Heidi do not count. They're with Xander and they're called the Pack. Xander leads them, and should he get voted off, then they all get voted off."
"And if Xander gets eaten by a T-Rex, they all get eaten by said T-Rex." Malcolm shook his head. "Are you making these damned rules up as you go along?"
"This is a different kind of Survivor."
Malcolm pointed at him. "This is madness." He turned to the Survivors at the table. "I implore you, leave while you still can."
"We're going to the island," Xander told him. "Why don't you come with us?"
Malcolm hesitated. Finally, he looked at Willow. "All right." He straightened, and he turned to look at Probst. "If I remember how the game is, it starts with two groups, right? Two different tribes. So I will go with one of those tribes and I will get another specialist to go with the other tribe. We will act as guides and we will be permanently imbued with immunity. We aren't in this to play the game, but to guide them."
"There are no guides in Survivor," Probst replied.
Malcolm shook his head. "Now wait a minute, Mr. Prost. You yourself said that these were different circumstances for survival than your 'human' show of the Outback or Africa. This Isla Nublar is far more dangerous than any place on earth to do this kind of thing. They are going to need guides and I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist that they do." He paused for effect. "I will not endorse this idea without that agreement."
Probst thought about it. "Who is the other guide?"
"Dr. Alan Grant."
Hammond's face lit up. "Ian! That's a splendid idea."
Malcolm looked at Probst. "Do we have a deal?"
Probst nodded. "We do."
"So...I can't wait to see who the other lunatics are that have signed up for this." Malcolm looked at Willow. "Don't you worry about a thing, sweetheart. I'm going to see you get through this."
Probst turned to Meb. "Meb...did you send out an email for additional requests as to who our viewers would want to see on Survivor II?"
Meb nodded. "Actually, they will see it in this. We have to point out that it can't be anyone from the first Survivor. Willow and Xander here are from Season 1, so that is exceptable because the first Survivor had a Willow and Xander from a later season. The same with Angelus. He's cleared because in the first Survivor, it's Angelus. The Pack actually throws a new twist on things. And we haven't seen Faith, Mayor Wilkins, or Lilah in the first Survivor."
"Wasn't a request made for Sweet to be in Survivor?"
"Well...he won't actually be a Survivor but he is in charge of the musical score on Survivor II." Meb paused for affect. "We only need 12 more Survivors. Let's hope we see a response after this is sent out."
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Survivor II
Isla Nublar-otherwise known as "Jurassic Park" the first island.
________
The Guides:
Ian Malcolm
Alan Grant
***
Musical Score by Sweet
__________
The Survivors (6 so far):
Angelus
Faith
Lilah Morgan
Mayor Richard Wilkins
The Pack-Xander Harris, Kyle, Tor, Rhonda, and Heidi (counted as 1)
Willow Rosenberg (Buffy-Season One)