Teen Titans

Survivor

Finding Home Beach, Exile Island and TRIBAL COUNCIL #1

Well, I have waaaay too much time on my hands as I only posted the first chapter 2 days ago and here I am with the next one! LOL. Thanks to all who reviewed. Now at the end of this chapter, the power shifts to YOU! Yes, YOU! The readers!

In your review, please indicate whom you would like to win the next reward and Immunity challenges and whom you would like to lose. Please also indicate who you would like to see kicked out of the game and for what reason. Just because you don't like them does not suffice.

Now, onto the Survivor-ing!

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The Titans had interpreted their map fairly easily. Beast Boy was already building a fire after a quick lesson from Cyborg, Cyborg was working on the shelter, Raven was off swimming for fish and Starfire was off in the jungle, shaking trees for coconuts.

"BB! When ya have the fire built, could ya grab some palm leaves? They would make the shelter more comfortable!" Cyborg called while lashing some bamboo shoots together for a wall, the floor already built and the roof laying off to the side.

Beast Boy laughed happily. "Dude! I got the fire going! WITHOUT kerosene or help from anybody!" He rose, doing his regular victory dance while chanting, "Go Beast Boy, go Beast Boy! Uh huh! That's right! Started a fire by yourself!"

Just then, a coconut came whizzing out of the forest, clunking him in the head. "DUDE! Who ruined my victory song and dance?" He whirled around, eyes bugging out to find Starfire sitting behind him, hands over her ears.

"I do not wish to be rude, friend, but your 'victory song and dance' as you call it, is louder than a Zorbian muck worm during feeding time on Tameran and believe me, they are VERY loud!" She started cracking the coconuts open on a rock she had set in front of her.

Cyborg called, "BB! Palm leaves please!" He had the back wall built now and was lashing it down with some vines he had found in the forest. "Is that too much to ask? The fire is pretty easy to begin with!"

"Fine! I'll go get your stinkin' palm leaves!" He stalked off into the woods, crashing through a few bushes. He saw a few leaves that were in easy reach and grabbed them and set off back to the campsite.

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The boat slowed down slightly, just off the shoreline of a small island. Robin hopped out, thanking the driver and trudged off to get to the island.

Immediately, the giant wreckage of an old airplane was visible. Near that was a pot, a machete, a flint and some firewood. He walked over, plopping down next to them, seeing a small leather bound book. Flipping it open, he found a clue written inside to the location of the Idol.

Make the vertical horizon horizontal

Block out the island to the north

The idol is importanto

The idol will now be yours

"Okay. It must be talking about the plane's artificial horizon. It must be on a vertical point right now. But how am I going to make it horizontal? This is a plane we're talking about here." He sighed, leaning back against the metal fuselage of the plane, dozing off to sleep. 'I'll get some water and a fire going in a little while,' he thought to himself.

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The Villains were actually fairing almost as well as the other teams. Gizmo had run off into the woods to see if he could find any salvageable wood for the fire, Jinx and Madame Rouge were helping Slade with the shelter and Mammoth was off with Gizmo getting wood and coconuts.

Slade, while grunting with the effort of pushing up a wall for the shelter, said to Jinx and Rouge, "I say we form an alliance. Don't get me wrong here. This is only temporary. But we need to cut our losses now and get rid of Gizmo and Mammoth. They are going to be holding us back." The wall came up and Rouge walked a short distance away and came back with some vines, which she used to lash the wall together.

Rouge nodded. "It seems zee logical choice for the moment. I agree. Let us take out zee little peep squeak." She cracked her neck loudly.

"I'm in. Just don't double cross me after they are gone. When we get these power inhibitors off, I'll jinx you so fast, your head will spin." Jinx said, pushing another wall into place as Mammoth and Gizmo came back, both weighed down with food and wood.

They dropped their load and Gizmo yelled, "We're back ya fart smelling morons! We got enough coconuts here to last us a week and enough firewood to keep the stupid thing blazing for awhile."

Jinx looked over at Slade, who shrugged and grabbed a self made fishing spear with a sharpened stick and a coil of vine. "I'm going fishing. Be back in about ten minutes or so." Without another word, he walked off towards the ocean nearby, leaving the others stunned slightly as they tried to figure out what to do next.

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The other teams all had their own shelters built, a fire going, and were munching on some coconut meat and fish. The sun was slowly sinking beyond the horizon, giving the normally blue water an orange tint.

The Villains boarded their small rowboat and set off in the direction of Tribal Council. Twenty minutes later, they moored their boat to a small docking peg and climbed out, climbing the giant stairs that led to what remained of an old airplane graveyard. Gizmo jumped when he saw an old pilot's skeleton glaring at him from his parachute chords that were still tangled in some trees above.

"Welcome to the one place you never want to be: Tribal Council. Grab a torch and get fire. As you know, fire in this game represents life," Jeff said as they dipped their torches into the roaring fire in the middle of the room, "and when your fire is gone, so are you."

After everyone was seated, Jeff asked, "So, Mammoth, how was the camp today? Any strategic thinking going on that you were aware of?"

"Uh, not really. I was too busy stuffing my face with Gizmo here," he growled, grinning sheepishly. "I don't really care all that much. At least I can say I did Survivor anyways. I'd be happy with that."

"Jinx, let's talk about the challenge. Why didn't you make the guys help? Seems a little unfair to make the girls do all the work. After all, they are probably the reason you guys are here right now."

The pink haired girl snorted. "I can't make them do anything, although I do feel it was unfair that the stupid guys made me and Rouge do all the work. They are sexist little…"

Before she could finish her sentence, Gizmo called, "Watch who you're calling sexist you little witch! I couldn't help because I can't reach the pit sniffin' puzzle without my pack but they had to take it away! Why couldn't they let the Tin Can fix it so I could have some tools?"

Before long, everyone was fighting back and forth, a couple choice curse words tossed into the mix before Slade finally bellowed, "QUIET!"

An eerie silence fell over the group and he sighed. "Let's just get to the voting, shall we? I'm sure we've said enough for now."

Jeff nodded. "Sounds good. Slade, you're up."

The huge man walked off, going into the voting booth. Grabbing the marker, he wrote in block letters Gizmo. He showed his vote to the camera, saying, "This is purely strategic, even though I don't like you much anyways." He folded the vote over, putting it into an ammo container before walking back out to sit down.

Next was Jinx. She walked in, wrote down her vote and left, allowing Mammoth in. In somewhat unintelligible writing, he put down Slade. "I don't like to kick out my boss but you're too much of a threat. Sorry boss man." He left, Madame Rouge came in, wrote down her vote and placed it into the container as Mammoth had done and went back to her seat.

Gizmo walked in, jumping up onto the stand. Somehow, it was tall enough that he could pull himself up onto the tabletop, wrote down his vote and left.

Jeff rose, saying, "I'll go tally the votes." After a minute, he came back carrying the box. "Once the votes are read, the decision is final, the person voted out will be asked to leave the Tribal Council area immediately. I'll read the votes." He opened the container and pulled out the first slip of tan parchment. "Gizmo." He showed the vote to the others. He pulled the next one out. "Slade. That's one vote Slade, one vote Gizmo." The next vote came out of the box. "Gizmo. That's two votes Gizmo, one vote Slade." He pulled the second to last vote out. "Slade, that's two votes for Gizmo, two votes Slade. I'll read the final vote." He reached in, opening the vote. After a dramatic pause, he said, "The first person voted out of Survivor Teen Titans is… Gizmo. I'll ask you to bring me your torch."

Gizmo hopped down, grabbing the torch and brought it to Jeff with much staggering on the way. Jeff brought out a small light frame of a wing landing light, saying, "Gizmo, the tribe has spoken." The snuffer came down, extinguishing the orange flame burning in the torch. Gizmo walked off, flipping a lazy goodbye over his shoulder.

"Well, it seems like you picked off the shortest member of your tribe, but probably for good reason. You just saw how close that vote was. Always remember that you could be next. Grab your torches, head back to camp."

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Well, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! Now, you guys will get control! I will write the reward challenge first while you decide who will lose the Immunity challenge. I would prefer if it weren't the Villains, as it is very unlikely that the same team would lose two times in a row.

You will have one week from the time this chapter is posted: October 3, 2006 is when it was posted. October 10, 2006 is when the polling for the chapter concludes.

Love, peace and chicken grease!

Dash