A/N: As promised, here's more House Party. Enjoy. :)
"Last time on Total Drama House Party…" Hatchet stood in the foyer for the recap. "Our challenge was a simple maze in the Playground of Pain, with the added twist of forcing the kids to pair up with one another. On Team Chill, Jilly took a break from the challenge to plan some big party that I do not remember giving her permission to throw! Also, Lauren and David made out during the challenge. On Team Flame, Rachel took her scheming to the next level when she convinced Barry that he was bein' delusional about Erica wantin' to be friends. Also, CJ whined during the challenge. Team Thunder lost once again, and Susan, after becomin' all possessive of Franklin and mean to everyone else, went home that night. Today's a new day, though. And today, I've decided to get a bit more… hands-on in this challenge. Heheheh. What do I mean? Find out ya fool! Only on Total! Drama! HOUSE PARTY!"
Team Thunder went out to the backyard after the elimination ceremony had finished.
"So…" Franklin started.
"Let's just have a silent night tonight," Judy suggested. "Today's been a stressful day and I think we could all use a good rest."
"Good call," Franklin agreed. Bailey and Chappy also nodded in agreement.
The four teens all took a spot to fall asleep. After a while, Franklin, Bailey, and Judy had all fallen asleep.
Chappy sat in one of the chairs that furnished the backyard. He still hadn't fallen asleep. He seemed to be looking at the stars.
"Well, I lost again…" Chappy said solemnly. "I hate to make excuses, but it wasn't really in my control this time. In fact, I did the best of everyone in my team. And we voted out the girl who lost it for us. Maybe now we can start winning some challenges."
Chappy smiled sadly.
"I know I said I'd win, but right now it's not looking so likely," he sighed. "Susan may have been obnoxious and useless, but she was right about one thing: Franklin and Judy are basically perfect. I've probably gotten the most votes against me of anyone on this team. Uggggh! What am I going to do?!"
Chappy glanced nervously at his team to make sure he hadn't accidentally awoken one of them. He looked back up at the sky.
"…Maybe I should just get some sleep," Chappy decided. "Can't win if I'm tired."
Confessional:
Judy: So far, of the five eliminations rounds we've played, Team Thunder has lost three of them. I don't like those numbers very much. The last challenge was more or less luck-based, but I know that we can win these challenges. Today, I'll try extra hard to make sure we get first place!
Bailey: (she is reading from a paper) Last night, I voted for Susan to go home, which, I must confess, was a stupid and reckless move on my part. Not only did I vote out an alliance member, but a friend as well. Nice or mean, she trusted me to keep her safe, and I broke that trust. (she puts the paper down) …Maybe… maybe I am, um, a bad person…
Team Chill had made their way to the basement.
"Wow. Our first time sleeping in the basement," David pointed out.
"It wouldn't be Tucker's only first time," Tucker sniggered.
"You do realize that implies that you haven't been laid, right?" Lauren smirked.
"N-No it doesn't!" Tucker insisted. "Tucker's had loads of first times."
"Hey, who cares about that!" Jilly said to change the subject. "Your girl made flyers for the sickest party y'all will ever experience!" Jilly took several sheets of paper and tossed them in the air.
Ernie took one of the sheets and read it. "So, like, there's going to be loud music, seizure-inducing lights, and lots of people?"
"You know it!" Jilly grinned.
Ernie crumpled up the flyer. "Great. Count me out."
"Aw, come on. You can bring a date," Jilly teased as she nudged him.
"Who would I even, ya know, bring?" Ernie asked.
"Well I know Kiki's mentioned not having a date," Jilly said as she gestured towards Kiki, not noticing the death glare the hipster was now giving her.
"Yeah, no thanks," Ernie said as he hopped on to a bed and went to sleep.
Confessional:
Kiki: Why is everyone so obsessed with getting me a date?! I don't want a date! I can't have a date! I wouldn't be able to say anything to him, and I don't swing the other way, contrary to what everyone else seems to think. Screw it, I'm not going to the party.
Tucker: You know, Tucker just realized something: with Team Thunder up for elimination, that means that there's a three in five chance that a girl is going home after Tucker hasn't stolen her panties! Tucker's been so wrapped up in the prank war that he completely forgot about it. Today, Tucker's mission is to rectify that. Heheheh. Rectify.
Team Flame was on their way to the first place rooms.
"Today, we started from the bottom. Now we're here, and I couldn't be happier," Barry told his team optimistically.
"I know," Rachel agreed in her flirtatious voice. "It's because you did such a good job in the challenge, Barry."
"Hey, we all contributed to the win," Barry said. "We all did a good job."
"Uh, my shoulder would beg to differ," Nolan said as he rubbed his shoulder. "I literally carried CJ through the entire challenge."
"You didn't have to do that," CJ said angrily. "I wouldn't be here, and your shoulder wouldn't hurt. But you just want everyone to be miserable, don't you?"
"Yup. You should see me slaughtering puppies and burning orphanages during my spare time," Nolan said sarcastically.
"Okay… dark humor aside, I'm proud of all of us," Barry told his team. "And hey, look on the bright side, CJ. You get to sleep well in a comfy room all by yourself."
"I hope I don't get cold sleeping all alone," Rachel pouted. "If only I had someone to snuggle up to tonight." As she said this, she inched closer to Barry.
"You can turn on the heater in your room," Barry suggested as the team made it to the rooms. "Goodnight. I'll see you all tomorrow." With that, Barry went into his room and shut the door.
Confessional:
Rachel: Maybe telling Barry that the whole flirtation thing was an act wasn't such a great idea, because now there's zero chance of it working on him. Oh well. I still have him in the palm of my hand. If anything, he considers me a good friend, which means I don't have to worry about him betraying me.
Erica: Rachel's gross. If CJ weren't still here, Rachel would definitely get my vote next time we lose.
That morning, Chappy was the first one in the dining room. Since he was on the losing team, his breakfast was white bread and tap water.
"I've gotten used to this kind of breakfast…" Chappy muttered to himself. "Which is not a good thing."
"At least they feed us." Franklin sat in the seat across from Chappy with bread and water of his own.
"They could at least give us dinner," Chappy grumbled. "As if the principle of losing isn't bad enough, now they take away one of our meals."
"It's an improvement over… actually, forget it." Franklin shook his head. "What brings you here so early?"
"Couldn't sleep," Chappy said simply.
"I see," Franklin nodded.
There was a pause.
"Look, can we talk, man to man?" Chappy asked.
"Sure," Franklin said with a pleasantly surprised look on his face.
"What's your relationship with Bailey?" Chappy asked.
"Bailey?" Franklin asked in surprise. "Well, we're friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Why do you ask?"
"I didn't stare into space all night. I did some thinking," Chappy said seriously. "We lost Susan last night for a number of reasons, but the main one for me is that she was our weakest link. She lost us the challenge, and she'd probably lose us more if she'd stayed."
"I think I see where you're going with this," Franklin sighed. "You see Bailey as our new weakest link, and you're asking if I'd consider voting her out. Am I correct in this assumption?"
"You are," Chappy said after taking a drink of water. "Now don't interrupt me again."
"Got it," Franklin said.
"You don't have to give me an answer right now," Chappy said as he got up to leave. "I want you to think about it. If we do somehow lose another challenge, you know how Judy and I will be voting. But considering it's pretty obvious that Bailey voted for Susan last night, you don't know how she'll be voting." With that, Chappy left the dining room.
Confessional:
Chappy: If my team does lose again, the votes will be a tie: two for Bailey, and two for… well, me, probably. I can't have the slightest risk of me going home. Last night was way too close for comfort. I need to make sure I have Franklin's vote secured. I'm giving him the idea now so he can think about it until he reaches the correct conclusion.
Franklin: Look, Bailey may not be the strongest in challenges or the best at speaking, but she is still my friend, and I intend to protect her for as long as I can. I don't know who Chappy thinks he is asking me to vote for her, but it's not happening.
Tucker was currently the only person in the basement, and was searching through someone else's duffel bag.
"Let's see, we have toiletries, glasses-cleaning kit, CDs of bands nobody's heard of…" Tucker listed as he rummaged through the bag. "Aha!" Tucker pulled a pair of red briefs out of the bag. "And Tucker can check Kiki off the list."
"Aha!" David accused, having seemingly appeared from nowhere.
"Ahhhh!" Tucker jumped. "How long have you been there?!"
"Long enough," David said triumphantly. "Now I have proof that you're stealing panties!"
"…You already knew that," Tucker said.
"Yeah, but now I've caught you in the act," David said as he folded his arms confidently.
"…You already did that too," Tucker said, confused.
"…Huh, I guess I did," David realized. "My mind's been so unfocused these past few days."
"And besides, you have no proof of anything," Tucker said as he put a rubber spider in Kiki's bag. "For all you know, Tucker could be taking his briefs back from Kiki's bag."
"But-" David started.
"Also, Tucker has a picture of you holding Lauren's panties," Tucker reminded him. "We wouldn't want that circulating around the house, now would we?"
David sighed. "No…"
"Good. Then as far as Tucker's concerned, this conversation never happened," Tucker smirked as he stuffed the briefs into his own duffel bag.
Confessional:
Tucker: Tucker isn't just handsome, he's also smart. Tucker has basically blackmailed David, so he can get David to do whatever he wants. Of course, Tucker's a generous fellow, so he won't ask too much of David… until he gets bored of course. Heheheh.
David: There was so much I wanted to say. But no matter what, Tucker has a point. He does have a picture of me holding… that… so I have no choice but to keep quiet. Maybe I should vote with the girls. Maybe we could get Tucker out of here.
Erica stepped outside of her first place room, only to see CJ standing right outside her door.
"Ack!" Erica shouted in surprise. "What are you doing?!"
"Entertain me," CJ insisted.
"What?" Erica asked warily.
"Barry and Rachel are attached at the hip, Nolan's a jerk, and Mac's gone," CJ explained. "You're the only one left to entertain me."
"What, my ugly face isn't entertaining enough?" Erica sneered. "Draw in your sketchbook or something. I don't care. Just get away from me."
"I used up all the pages yesterday," CJ whined.
"Well what do you want me to do about it? Wave a magic wand and make all your troubles go away?" Erica scoffed.
"That would be nice of you. For once," CJ said.
"Oh, I'm the mean one?!" Erica snapped. "You're the one insisting that I give you something to do after you've shunned me for being disturbing beyond all belief!"
"Well you're the one who didn't vote me off when you had the chance!" CJ responded.
"Yes I did. You're annoying," Erica returned.
"Yeah, well- Wait, really?" CJ asked.
"Yes. And now I'm wondering what I did to offend the universe to keep you from leaving the house," Erica sighed.
CJ hugged Erica. "You're my new best friend."
"I did not agree to this!" Erica shouted as she struggled to get free.
Confessional:
Erica: As much as I hate Barry, I need to ask him why Mac left the other day. He mentioned having some reason for getting rid of him, and I need to know why that is. It's Barry's fault that CJ won't leave me the hell alone, so he'd better have a damn good reason for all this!
CJ: Look, Erica wouldn't be my first choice of a best friend, but right now she's my only choice. Now we're going to braid each other's hair and paint each other's nails and have pillow fights, and she's going to like it! That is what best friends are supposed to do, right? That sounds awful.
Bailey sat by herself in the rec room, writing something in a notebook, when Judy entered the room.
"Oh, hey. There you are, Bailey," Judy greeted. "How goes it?"
"Oh, um," Bailey looked around her for her response papers, only to remember that most of them had been destroyed. "Fine… I guess…"
"Well, I just wanted to see how you were doing. You seemed kind of stressed yesterday," Judy said. "Hey, what are you writing?"
"Oh, um, nothing," Bailey said timidly.
"Come on, don't be shy. You can show me," Judy said in a friendly tone. "Pleeeeeease?"
"No," Bailey frowned.
"Alright," Judy sighed as she took a seat across from Bailey. "Could you at least tell me what it is?"
"A poem…" Bailey said quietly.
"Oh, I didn't know you were a poet," Judy said enthusiastically.
"I dabble…" Bailey said with a blush of embarrassment.
"I'm sure you're really good," Judy encouraged. "You're just an overall good person, Bailey. Don't ever forget that."
"No I'm not…" Bailey sighed. "…That's, um, what the poem's about, actually…"
"Aw, Bailey," Judy frowned sympathetically as she stood up and hugged the shy girl. "You're the sweetest girl I've ever met, and don't you dare forget it."
"Um, okay then…" Bailey said nervously.
"I'll leave you alone now, but if you ever want to talk about your feelings, I'm always here," Judy offered as she left the rec room.
Confessional:
Judy: I can't believe Bailey would think she's a bad person. I wonder what's going on in her mind to make her think such a thing. Now I really want to read that poem, but I also want to respect her privacy… Maybe I'll befriend her until she's comfortable with showing it to me.
Bailey: (she is reading from a paper) I understand what Judy's trying to do, but it isn't working. She's an optimistic and extroverted person, whereas I'm a pessimistic and introverted person. Our methods of dealing with emotion are completely different. Talking about it with others might help her, but I'm not very comfortable with talking to most people. That's why I write poems: to help deal with my emotions. I just wish I had the confidence to tell her.
Kiki and Lauren were currently in the mansion's gym, both getting off of the treadmill after a long workout.
"Whew. I haven't been this sweaty since that threesome I had last summer," Lauren remarked. "It was me and two other dudes, in case you were wondering."
"I wasn't," Kiki said as she wiped the sweat off of her brow with a towel. "On a completely unrelated and less disgusting topic: how did it go with David in the challenge yesterday? Do we have his vote?"
"Oh, I dunno," Lauren chuckled. "Probably not."
"What did you tell him?" Kiki asked.
"I told him you told me to ask him for a vote," Lauren said as she sat down on one of the bench presses. "Then he said that Ernie told him to nail me for my vote. We compromised and made out a lot. We didn't talk after that because we were rushing to the finish because we figured we'd lost a lot of time."
"You and David made out?" Kiki asked with a raised eyebrow. "And you didn't even bother to ask if he'd vote with us?"
"Well, it started out with me making out with him," Lauren admitted. "I think at some point he figured he'd just go along with it. Which is weird, because it was his idea."
"So you made out with him without asking him?" Kiki asked suspiciously.
"Were you not listening? He told me he was going to nail me," Lauren explained.
"He said that's what Ernie told him to do," Kiki said angrily. "If he was hesitant to make out with you, then maybe he didn't want to!"
"Okay, then he shouldn't have told me about what Ernie said. I told him I was horny. He was asking for it," Lauren said nonchalantly.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying?!" Kiki shouted.
"Why are you even defending him?" Lauren asked. "He's just a number. And a guy at that."
"Just because he's a guy and a potential vote on our side doesn't mean he isn't a person!" Kiki said as she pointed accusatorily at Lauren. "You can't just do things like that to him without his consent!"
"Wow. Relax. You're making it sound way worse than it actually is," Lauren scoffed.
"If you weren't a vote on my side…" Kiki threatened.
"But I am. And you need me. So calm your tits. You just got off the treadmill. You're going to give yourself an ulcer if your heart rate goes any higher." With that, Lauren left the gym.
"That's not even how ulcers work!" Kiki shouted after her.
Confessional:
Lauren: Wow, have a cow, Kiki. I make out with her and promise to vote on her side, and this is how she repays me? Maybe I'll just vote with the guys again. Yeah, Tucker's a prick, but I don't think he'd yell at me.
Kiki: Lauren's the most smug, entitled little… UGH! I mean, yeah, her prank on Tucker was funny when it happened, but even that got me wrapped up in Tucker's little prank war. But she's right; I need her vote on my side to survive in this game. I thought we could be friends, but now that she's done something wrong, she pulls the 'I'm a valuable vote' card like that suddenly excuses her from it. It's disgusting.
Barry entered the game room to see Nolan focused on a table with some cards spread across it.
"Hey, Nolan," Barry greeted.
"Ah, hello," Nolan returned the greeting. "What brings you here to my domain?"
"I just wanted to chat," Barry said. "Rachel's having some alone time in the sauna, CJ's nowhere to be seen, and Erica apparently can't stand me."
"So I'm basically a last resort?" Nolan joked as he moved some cards.
"What are you playing?" Barry asked. He then noticed the designs on the cards. "Are those… tarot cards?"
"They are, but they're not for fortune telling," Nolan explained. "Tarot cards were actually created for the purpose of card games before they were used for any occult purposes. Right now I'm playing tarot solitaire."
"Huh. Interesting," Barry said. "So, what do you think of our teammates? You've been kind of aloof recently."
"I'm just not much of a social person, I suppose," Nolan shrugged. "CJ used to follow me around until I told everyone about what Mac did. Now she's angry at me for keeping her from leaving the game."
"Yeah, I noticed," Barry chuckled. "Oh well. We can always vote her off next time."
"I'd rather there not be a next time," Nolan said frankly. "The longer we avoid losing, the more numbers we'll have going into the merge."
"Assuming Erica and CJ don't betray us, which is entirely likely…" Barry pondered.
Nolan gave Barry a weird look. "Who are you and what have you done with Barry?" he asked. "The Barry I know never assumes the worst in people."
"I know. It's just…" Barry sighed. "Yesterday Rachel helped me realize how much Erica hates me. I've tried to get her to open up, and I thought it was working, but no dice."
"No dice, huh? That's not a problem I tend to have," Nolan snickered. "No, but in all seriousness, Erica's a jerk. She's shutting us out by her own volition. I don't think she's worth the effort."
"I just don't know," Barry said distantly. "I'm going back to my room. I have some prayer to do."
"Well, good luck with all this," Nolan said as Barry left the room.
Confessional:
Nolan: Barry's an interesting fellow. He's definitely the most optimistic person I've ever met – I doubt he's ever been to public school. Whether or not that optimism is a blessing or a curse depends on your own level of optimism, I suppose. Regardless, I think Barry definitely needs to be optimistic. He's always been the most positive person on our team, and with Mac gone, we need all the good cheer we can get, lest we lose all the challenges from lack of morale.
Barry: Mark 12:31 says to love your neighbor, and 1 Corinthians 13:5 says that love keeps no record of wrongs. The answer is right in front of me: continue to be kind and friendly to Erica, no matter how she treats me… but… it's not easy knowing that she doesn't like me. I think I'll give it some time.
The fifteen houseguests had met in the foyer, as Hatchet had announced that there would be a challenge.
"Alright, listen up!" Hatchet barked. "It's time for your next challenge!"
"Really? I thought you'd called us here to announce your coming out," CJ snarked.
"You're gay?" Rachel asked.
"No I am not!" Hatchet shot back. "Now shut your traps!"
"What's wrong with being gay?" Lauren asked in mock offense.
"I didn't say-"
"You should really be sensitive of-" Judy started.
"Shut up! I didn't-"
"Who, like, even cares if he's gay?" Erinie asked.
"Enough!" Hatchet pulled a bazooka out of the hammerspace and launched a ball of spaghetti and meatballs at Ernie. This caught everyone's attention. "Now! The challenge is to avoid my spaghetti bazooka. The challenge ends when I've hit everyone on one team, or when an hour has passed. Score is calculated by whichever team has the most people hit, or, if I take y'all out on one team, that team automatically gets last place! Nobody's sittin' out this time! Y'all have a thirty second head start!"
The contestants all glanced at each other, none of them really sure what to do.
"Twenty seconds!" Hatchet announced.
Everyone but CJ and Ernie ran away to different parts of the house.
"I'm, like, already out of the challenge, right?" Ernie asked.
"Yes you are," Hatchet said.
"Killer," Ernie grinned as he went up to a couch and fell asleep upon it.
Hatchet glanced at his watch, then at CJ, then at his watch again, and then at CJ once again.
"Time's up!" Hatchet said as he blasted the artist with his bazooka.
"Great. Now I'm out," CJ smiled triumphantly.
Confessional:
CJ: …Great. Now I'm bored!
Ernie: Best. Challenge. Ever.
It just so happened that Chappy and Bailey had both gone up to the attic, much to the chagrin of the former.
"Aw, great," Chappy grumbled. "Can't you be somewhere else?"
"Um, well, I, uh, but…" Bailey stammered.
"Never mind. Just don't give away our position," Chappy commanded.
"Okay…" Bailey agreed softly.
There was a short pause before Chappy spoke up again.
"You know that if we lose, you'll be going home, right?" Chappy asked.
"I thought so…" Bailey said somberly.
"Nothing personal. You're just the weakest member of my team," Chappy told her. "I don't need people like you holding me back."
"I know…" Bailey sighed.
"Good. I'm glad you've accepted it," Chappy said, completely ignorant of the sadness in Bailey's voice. "It'll make getting rid of you that much easier."
All of a sudden, Hatchet burst the attic door open. Since Chappy was the bigger target, the host opened fire on him first. Bailey took this opportunity to hide behind some boxes. Chappy managed to dodge the first two shots before getting pelted in the chest with the third.
"Goddammit!" Chappy swore.
"Heh. You're out, son!" Hatchet informed him.
Confessional:
Chappy: The fact that I got hit before Bailey is… embarrassing, to say the least. I'm not going to give her position away, though. I may be bitter, but I'm not stupid. We need to win, even if it means swallowing my pride and letting her outlast me.
Bailey: (she is reading from a paper) I figured I would be Chappy's next target for elimination. I have the weakest physical and social game of anyone on Team Thunder, not to mention the fact that I backstabbed my own friend… I wouldn't want me around either.
Jilly ran into the game room and hid behind some arcade cabinets, only to find Tucker hiding there as well.
"Why hello there," Tucker grinned.
"What are you doing here?" Jilly complained.
"Same as you. Trying not to get hit with flying spaghetti," Tucker told her. "Actually, Tucker's never met a Pastafarian girl, now that he thinks about it. That'd be interesting. Oh the things we could do with marinara sauce…"
"Please stop," Jilly instructed. "I might just uninvite you to my party."
"Right," Tucker said. "Say, who's going to that party, anyway?"
"So far the only RSVPs are Lauren, David, and your girl," Jilly admitted. "Maybe I should hand out flyers to people on the other teams."
"Yeah, maybe," Tucker agreed. "Tucker was thinking of asking Rachel to be his date. She is smoking."
"Good luck with that," Jilly said, stifling a giggle.
"Hopefully we won't lose before then. Tucker wouldn't want to vote you off," Tucker said.
"Why does it have to be me?" Jilly asked in shock.
"Well, Tucker swore his revenge on Kiki and Lauren," Tucker explained. "They can't leave until that revenge is exacted. You're the only one Tucker'll vote for. And Tucker can get Ernie and David on board too."
"And when will this revenge be exacted, exactly?" Jilly asked testily.
"When Tucker is satisfied," Tucker said smugly.
All of a sudden, Tucker had been hit in the back of the head with spaghetti. Hatchet was right behind him, chuckling at his hit. The host then took aim at Jilly.
"Aw, I gotta bounce!" Jilly shouted as she bolted for the exit.
Confessional:
Jilly: I gotta get Kiki and Lauren to vote for Tucker. That shouldn't be too difficult, but the last time we lost, Spankety took the hit, so you can never be too sure.
Tucker: Tucker doesn't care that he's out of the challenge. This gives him the opportunity for more panty raids. Heheheh.
Nolan sat by himself on the toilet. He had locked the bathroom door in order to be safe.
"So, the dice chose this for me," Nolan told the camera. "I guess it's cool because there's pretty much no way I can be taken out in the challenge, but since we weren't allowed to bring our phones to the game, there isn't much to do."
Nolan began twiddling his thumbs.
"I wonder if this is how CJ feels all the time," Nolan pondered. "Of course, she isn't locked in the bathroom with nothing to do the entire time. There's an entire mansion full of things to entertain her. It's her own fault that she's bored."
Nolan stared off into space briefly.
"I guess I can see the lack of appeal in being bored, though complaining isn't going to fix it," Nolan sighed. "I wonder what I'm missing back home."
Confessional:
Nolan: Luckily, I was never discovered throughout the challenge. Unluckily, the hour-long challenge felt like three hours. But hey, dice rules.
Franklin and Judy had both hidden in the backyard in a part that would be out-of-sight to anyone looking through the window.
"Huh. Fancy seeing you here," Judy said with a warm smile.
"Yeah. We don't seem to talk much, since we're in rival alliances," Franklin nodded.
"I don't like to think in those terms," Judy frowned. "I like to think we can be friends who just don't happen to vote the same way."
"Yeah, well, if only it were that simple," Franklin said seriously. "This is a cutthroat game. Sooner or later, one of us is going to have to vote the other out."
"I try not to think about what might go wrong in the future," Judy said with a half-smile. "I like to think about what I can do to make the present go right."
"You're lucky to be able to think that way," Franklin told her. "I'm afraid I lost most of my idealism a long time ago."
"Oh no," Judy said sympathetically. "Hey, that reminds me. You're friends with Bailey, right?"
"I'm not voting for Bailey," Franklin said sternly.
"That's not what I was going to say at all." Judy seemed surprised that Franklin would say something like that. "I just wanted to know how you got her to consider you a friend."
"Bailey and Susan both decided to join me in the first challenge. After that, we decided to stick together," Franklin told her. "For the most part."
"Why 'for the most part'?" Judy asked.
"Susan went home last night, right?" Franklin asked. "Obviously Chappy and Susan voted for each other, I know I voted for Chappy, so that can only mean that you and Bailey voted for Susan."
"Oh my," Judy said as she came to a realization. "Is that why…?"
Judy was interrupted by the sound of the backyard door opening. She and Franklin tried to be as silent as possible, but to no avail.
"Aha!" Hatchet shouted as he found the two of them. He promptly blasted both teens with spaghetti. "I didn't survive out on the battlefield because of my good looks, ya know!"
"Evidently," Franklin remarked, clearly shaken from being hit.
Confessional:
Franklin: What a waste of perfectly good food. Getting hit ended up hurting a lot more than I thought it would, too. I hope we win. Today's been stressful enough without having to worry about votes and everything.
Judy: Even if I lost the challenge, I'm glad I got to talk to Franklin. It's helped me understand both him and Bailey a lot better.
David and Kiki had both run to the dining room and hid under the table. Thankfully for them, the table was covered in a large tablecloth that would conceal them.
"Whew. That was close," David panted. "Don't worry. I don't think Yolonda will sell us out."
Kiki made eye contact with David, but gave no response.
"Ah, right, forgot who I was talking to," David muttered. "Why is it you never talk, anyway? Are you just really shy?"
Kiki looked at the floor as she hugged her body.
"Yeah, we probably shouldn't talk anyway," David decided.
The two sat in silence for a few seconds.
"…I heard what Lauren did to you," Kiki finally said. "In the maze."
"Oh, that? Yeah, that was… weird," David replied, both shocked that Kiki had spoken and uncomfortable due to the topic she'd brought up.
"I'm sorry that had to happen," Kiki said genuinely. "Lauren's… unpredictable to say the least."
"You can say that again," David agreed.
"I guess I'm not entirely in the right either," Kiki admitted. "It was… my idea to have you and Lauren pair up."
"I mean, Ernie had the exact same idea," David confessed. "Something about getting Lauren to vote with the guys."
"No kidding?" Kiki said with a slight smile. "I was going to get Lauren to get… you to vote with the girls."
"I'd actually consider it if you voted for Tucker," David chuckled.
"We can vote for Tucker if you'll vote for him," Kiki proposed. "I'll even… let you into my alliance so you won't be in the minority."
"Really?" David asked, intrigued. "I just might do that."
There was another pause.
"I'm… cripplingly androphobic," Kiki confessed. "That's why you've never heard me speak before."
"You're what-ophobic?" David asked, confused.
"Androphobic… I'm afraid of men," Kiki said.
"So am I not manly enough for you?" David joked.
"No, it's just…" Kiki took a deep breath. "I know I can trust you."
"Oh. Cool," David grinned.
"BOO!" Hatchet shouted as he lifted up the tablecloth.
The teens barely had time to scream before Hatchet blasted them both with his bazooka.
Confessional:
Kiki: Wow. That was kind of a big moment for me. I can't remember the last time I've ever spoken to a guy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not falling for him. He's not smart enough to be my type. But it's nice to know that I am moving on, if not slowly.
David: Getting rid of Tucker would be great. I'm just wondering if I should go through with it. I mean, Ernie's smart, and I should probably stick with him, but that would also mean keeping Tucker. Agh! This is why I didn't want to do any strategy thinking! It's too hard!
Barry and Erica had both hidden in the mansion's armory. Erica had hidden behind a large shield, while Barry chose not to hide.
"What are you doing here?" Erica sneered. "You're not even hiding."
"Everyone just scattered. This was the first place I could find," Barry told her.
"What, you're not here to scorn me?" Erica spat.
"Nope," Barry replied.
This put Erica off. "You're not here to bug me with your fake friendship?"
"Nope," Barry answered. "Us both being here is a total coincidence."
"I'm sure," Erica frowned. "What do you want from me?"
"Well, I did want to help you open up and realize that not everyone hates you, but you didn't want to hear it, so I'll stop," Barry said truthfully.
"Wait, what?" Erica asked, confused.
"Honesty is the best policy," Barry said. "And if you honestly want me to leave you alone, I will."
Erica couldn't believe what she was hearing. "F-Fine then! Get out of here! I was here first!"
"Alright," Barry said as he left the room.
Erica's scowl turned into startle as she heard a loud bang followed immediately by a squelch.
"Ha! Gotcha!" Hatchet taunted from outside the room.
"Don't bother looking in there," Barry told Hatchet. "There's no one else in there."
Hatchet snorted. "If it were anyone else telling me that, I wouldn't trust 'em," he said. "You're lucky you're the generic good guy."
"…Right," Barry's voice was the last thing Erica heard before total silence.
Confessional:
Erica: Stupid Barry. He should have just sold me out. Even after telling me he's going to stop the fake friendship, he goes and saves me like that?! That's not stopping the fake friendship!
Barry: Being around Erica is kind of awkward now. I don't want her to feel like I'm patronizing her, but I don't want her to keep hating herself either. I just don't know what to do.
Bailey sat all by her lonesome in the attic. After Hatchet had taken out Chappy, he hadn't thought to look around the attic any more, so Bailey had stayed put. She had a frightened look on her face.
Confessional:
Bailey: (she is reading from a paper) During my time up in the attic, I came to a frightening realization: if I am to be voted off for being weak, I'll likely be escorted to a place where the eliminated contestants stay. If I am, Susan will likely be there, and I don't think she'd be happy to see me. I don't want to get eliminated, but what else can I do?
Jilly ran into the ballroom and hid behind the first curtain she saw. Not a split second after she'd taken a sigh of relief had she heard the door bust open.
"Oh crap," Jilly muttered to herself.
The raver tried her hardest not to make any noise as she heard footsteps moving across the room. She found this difficult, as her heart was pounding and she still hadn't caught her breath from running away.
All of a sudden, she heard a sneeze from somewhere else in the room. The footsteps marched over to where the sneeze had come from.
"Dammit," Lauren's voice could be heard, as could the fire of the bazooka and the splatter of the spaghetti.
As soon as Jilly heard the footsteps walking away, she peeked out from behind the curtain and saw Hatchet and Lauren walking towards the exit. She looked to her left to see residual pasta sauce near one of the curtains, indicating that Lauren had also hidden behind one.
Jilly waited for the door to close before uttering "Oh man. That was too close."
Confessional:
Lauren: I knew someone else had come in, but I didn't rat them out in case it was one of my teammates. Let me rephrase that: I didn't rat them out in case it was one of my teammates who doesn't suck. If it had been Tucker, I wouldn't have minded in the slightest.
Jilly: Today's been a ride for your girl. If ever there was a time to plan a party, it'd be now.
Rachel had returned to the sauna for the challenge, and was clad in only a white towel from the collarbone down.
"This is great," Rachel said euphorically. "I hardly even have to try."
Out of nowhere, Hatchet kicked the door open, startling the pretty girl.
"I got you now!" Hatchet chuckled.
"Considering I'm practically naked, that sounds incredibly creepy," Rachel said in a weirded-out tone.
"Come on. Really?!" Hatchet shouted. "First the gay thing, now this?! Y'all kids better watch yourself, or I'm gonna-!"
Before Hatchet could finish, the house intercom tone played.
"Attention, everyone," Yolonda's voice said over the intercom. "An hour has passed and the challenge is officially over. Please return to the foyer ASAP."
Rachel smiled smugly at Hatchet.
"You knew that would happen, didn't you?" Hatchet accused.
"No, but it is pretty convenient, isn't it?" Rachel said as she left the sauna.
Confessional:
Rachel: I like to think of today as a break from all the usual gameplay. I had a spa day, and it was lovely. I just wish this place had a library, then my day of R&R would be complete.
Hatchet: I'm thinkin' that the next time those kids accuse me of anything like that again, I'll just make the challenge that much harder for them! That'll show 'em!
The houseguests all returned to the foyer, some of them cleaner than others.
"Alright, now let's tally up the score," Hatchet commanded. "Those of you who got hit, stand forward!"
Ernie, CJ, Chappy, Tucker, Judy, Franklin, Kiki, David, Barry, and Lauren all stepped up.
"I got ten outta fifteen of y'all. Y'all did a lot better than I thought you would," Hatchet remarked. "Now for the score. Team Flame, I only got two of y'all, so y'all get first place!"
"Come on!" CJ grumbled.
"Now, the other two teams, I got all but one," Hatchet continued. "However, since I got three from Team Thunder, and five from Team Chill, Team Thunder gets second and Team Chill gets last!"
"Aw, man," David frowned.
"Y'all know what to do! Cast your votes by 9pm! I'll see y'all then!" Hatchet instructed. "Dis-MISSED!"
Confessional:
Jilly: Aw, man, for real? Ah, I guess it doesn't matter. Tucker's been the target since like the beginning, so your girl still has time to plan that party. Woot woot!
Ernie: Welp, looks like it's time for me to, ya know, try, though tonight shouldn't really be an issue. All I have to do is make sure Lauren's, like, on my side, and we're golden.
Ernie, Tucker, and David had met up to discuss the vote.
"So, like, we need to figure out who's going home tonight," Ernie said. "Lauren's out of the question, because, ya know, she's voted with us in the past."
"And it can't be Kiki either!" Tucker insisted. "Tucker hasn't had his full revenge on her yet!"
"Great. Then Jilly it is," Ernie smirked. "Honestly, that's the best possible thing."
"But what about the party?" David asked. "She can't throw that party if she isn't here."
Ernie shot David an annoyed look. "Do I resemble someone who cares?" he asked. "The last thing I want is a loud, obnoxious party keeping me up at night."
"You went with Tucker's suggestion," David said as he crossed his arms.
"Because Tucker's suggestion appeals more to me," Ernie said. "If it was you who wanted Jilly gone and, like, Tucker who wanted Jilly to stay, I'd have gone with your idea."
"Alright…" David complied.
"Hey, it's either vote for Jilly or risk putting your game in danger," Ernie said sternly. "Think about it: if you win, you can throw an even better party the way you want it."
"That is true," David pondered.
"Tucker thinks you should vote for Jilly," Tucker added. "It would be a… picture perfect moment."
David sighed. "I guess you're right."
Confessional:
Tucker: It's just too easy with him. At this point, we could probably get rid of Ernie, and David would still follow whatever Tucker said. Of course, that would be a stupid idea, because Ernie votes with us, but hypothetically speaking, it could work.
David: It's like Spankety all over again. I don't know whether to listen to Tucker because of the picture, or vote with Kiki because she's way nicer.
Kiki, Lauren, and Jilly had met up elsewhere.
"I'm sure I don't have to tell you why we're all here," Kiki said.
"Because you're a control freak who will have an anxiety attack if you don't make sure we vote the way you want?" Lauren asked nonchalantly.
"Hey! That was uncalled for!" Jilly called out.
"Just leave it. Lauren and I aren't on the best terms right now," Kiki dismissed.
"Aw, that sucks," Jilly frowned.
"Anyway, are we all okay with voting for Tucker tonight?" Kiki asked.
"I thought that was obvious," Lauren said condescendingly.
"Okay, you can go," Kiki instructed.
"Cool. I'm gonna go for a swim," Lauren told the girls as she left.
"You sure we can trust her?" Jilly asked.
"Not 100%, but it's our only option," Kiki sighed. "I mean, maybe David could vote for Tucker, but it's not like I can talk to him."
"I got your back," Jilly told Kiki. "I'll go talk to him and see what I can do."
Kiki smiled. "Thanks. You're a true friend."
"It's what I do," Jilly grinned.
Confessional:
Kiki: Yeah, I lied to Jilly about not being able to talk to David. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but… I don't want people pressuring me to hook up with him too. I don't like him that way, just like I don't like Lauren or Ernie that way. Besides, I'm still not ready for a relationship. It gets really annoying when people try to force me into one.
Jilly: Party planning is now priority #2. Priority #1 is getting David to vote for Tucker. It ain't easy, but someone's gotta do it.
Jilly found David lying on one of the foyer's couches.
"What up?" Jilly greeted.
"Oh, hey." David sat up. Jilly sat next to him.
"It's been a while since we've had to vote, huh?" Jilly asked rhetorically.
"Yeah. I still feel bad for voting Spankety," David confessed. "Even if it was crucial for me to survive in the game, it still felt wrong."
"Well, Kiki and I are voting for Tucker," Jilly suggested. "We're not sure about Lauren, but if you vote for him too, it guarantees a tie at worst."
"I guess so," David nodded. "I'm just having trouble deciding. Do I do what's right, or do I do what's good for my game?"
"I think you just answered your own question," Jilly told him.
"If you insist," David replied.
"Try not to worry too much about it." Jilly gave him a pat on the back as she stood up. "Just do what your gut tells you to do."
"Got it," David said with a half-smile.
Confessional:
David: Jilly's right. I should just listen to my gut. My gut told me I should learn guitar, and now I'm in a sick garage band back home. I really should do that more often.
Jilly: David's alright. Between you and me, your girl wouldn't mind going to the party with him.
Ernie went out to the backyard to find Lauren swimming in the pool.
"Lauren. Can we, like, talk?" Ernie asked as he approached her.
"Huh? Oh, sure, why not?" Lauren replied as she continued swimming.
"I just wanted to know where you were as far as the vote is concerned," Ernie said.
"That depends on who you're voting for, honestly," Lauren told him. "If it's Kiki, then I'm in."
"Actually, it's Jilly," Ernie admitted.
"Sorry, buster. Not a chance," Lauren responded. "If you want me to vote with you, it has to be Kiki."
"We can vote for Kiki next time," Ernie offered. "If you vote for Jilly this time."
"Nope. Not going to happen," Lauren refused.
"What if I, like, get David to be your personal slave for the next day?" Ernie suggested.
"What does being a 'personal slave' involve?" Lauren asked with a perverted chuckle.
"He'll do pretty much anything for you. As long as it's, ya know, legal," Ernie explained.
"Sounds interesting," Lauren grinned. "I'll think about it."
"Good to know," Ernie nodded.
Confessional:
Ernie: I picked David to be her slave because I knew he's dumb enough to do it. Tucker would only do the physical stuff she'd want, and I'm sure as hell not doing any semblance of work for anyone other than myself. It worked once before, so it should work once again.
Lauren: Ernie does bring up an interesting offer, and I am mad at Kiki… Hm. Should I stir the pot?
The six members of Team Chill sat on one of the couches in the foyer. Hatchet came down the grand staircase carrying what looked like an ice box. He set the ice box down next to him as he stood across from the contestants.
"Well well well," Hatchet shook his head. "It's been a while, hasn't it? As a recap, if you get a soda, then you're safe! If not, then you're out! Sodas go to…"
"David."
"Kiki."
"Lauren."
"Ernie."
Tucker and Jilly realized they were in the bottom two.
"Aw, what?!" Jilly gasped.
"Sorry. That's how it is," Tucker shrugged smugly.
"Shut your traps!" Hatchet barked. "The last soda goes to…"
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"…Nobody. It's a tie," Hatchet said.
"What?" Ernie asked, clearly miffed.
"Now what?" Jilly asked.
"In the event of a tie in the votes, we take things in the hands of Lady Luck," Hatchet snickered.
Yolonda entered the foyer with two unopened cans of soda.
"One of these cans contains actual soda," Hatchet said. "The other contains my famous mystery meat! Heheheh." He then took a coin from his pocket. "Jilly, since your name is first in the alphabet, you're gonna call it." Hatchet flipped the coin.
"Uh, heads?" Jilly said in a slight panic.
Hatchet caught the coin and revealed it. "It's heads. You get first pick!"
"Whew," Jilly breathed a sigh of relief as she took one can – Tucker took the other.
"Now… drink!" Hatchet instructed.
The teens cracked open their sodas at the same time and both started drinking. One of them immediately coughed up what they drank.
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"Jilly, you are out!" Hatchet announced.
"Aw, man," Jilly said both sadly and nauseously.
"Heh. Nobody can touch Tucker," Tucker bragged. "Unless they're a hot girl and they really want to."
"Well, no point in making this any longer than it needs to be, I guess," Jilly sighed. "Bye, guys. I hope the rest of the game kicks ass for you." With that, Jilly left through the Door of Shame.
"Girl has a point. No need to drag this out," Hatchet said. "To the backyard with y'all!"
Confessional:
David: I don't get it. I voted for Tucker. What happened?
Kiki: (she's punching the wall) Why can't this game ever go my way?! Why? Why? WHY?!
"Looks like it's two for the guys' alliance and zip for the girls'," Hatchet said to the camera. "But can we really call them that anymore? Who's going home next? At this point, it could be anybody! Y'all're gonna have to find out, next time on Total! Drama! HOUSE PARTY!"
Votes:
Jilly: Tucker, you're gross. I still don't know how you didn't leave last time.
Tucker: Tucker took Jilly's panties before the vote (he shows the camera a pair of neon purple panties) so he doesn't mind getting rid of her.
Kiki: I guess all I can do is pray that Lauren stays on our side. Well, that and vote for Tucker.
Ernie: Yeah, I'm not sad at all to be voting for Jilly. That'll be two headaches gone now.
David: I… I vote for Tucker. I mean, if he's gone, he can't show everyone the picture, right? Besides, an alliance of four is an improvement over an alliance of three.
Lauren: Yeah, what the hell. I'll vote for Jilly. I mean, yeah, she's got a nice body, but so does David, and I'm not seeing any offers to make Jilly my slave for a day.
A/N: Jilly, like Mac, was meant to be OTT filler. Unlike Mac, she did have some relevance to the plot, but not very much, so I felt it best to get rid of her now. Sorry if you liked her, but this is where Jilly leaves.