"Sterling Electronics Incorporated, this is Kelly at the front desk, how may I direct your call?" Kelly had only just gotten to her shift, but the calls were already flowing. To be fair, it wasn't like she was working for some unknown brand or company; Sterling was one of the biggest if not the biggest name in the Canadian electronics industry and for good reason. She didn't so much mind her job or the hours, although there was always something about the attitude of the higher ups that didn't sit so well with her. "Really? Oh, that is just wonderful news! I'll be sure to let him know of this pronto! Thank you, goodbye." She hung the phone up after a brief conversation, getting up from her desk to head towards the lobby, where there was a man waiting.

"Mister Sterling, sir! I just got word back about your application for that reality show…they've decided to accept you!" The man she spoke to looked to be an impatient sort, his turquoise eyes already scowling to show that he was ready to move onto a different conversation. He was fairly tall, towering over Kelly with his lean, porcelain-toned frame. His hair looked like it took a lot of gel and time to put together, as his light brown locks were styled in a pompadour. "They noted that they'd be sending your pass for the ship directly to your business email, the one that you appl-"

"A ship, Kelly? You can't be serious right now…" Kelly's lips had been fixed in a smile, but that smile soon found its way to frowndom from the snarky attitude that she was replied to with. Vincent Sterling wasn't the company's CEO, that honor would belong to his father, but he was just as well put together as him…and perhaps twice as conceited. Like a true businessman, he had a fitted tuxedo to show off just how important a figure he was, consisting of a black jacket, vest, slacks, and dress shoes, a white dress shirt, and a red tie. He also happened to have a small box in his hand, one with a clicking top, yet it was closed for the time being. "The day that I set foot on some ship full of…cockroaches…you should've insisted on a private jet."

"But, sir, if I may…the island that they're filming the show on has no airport for landing on. A jet wouldn't have the ability to reach it, I'm afraid." Vincent only scowled further, finding the "thoughtlessness" of Kelly to be a real nuisance. She could see his frustration building, and started to slowly back away from him. "Well…I can see if there's any chance that they'll upgrade you to a private liner, at the least."

"It's the least you could do to prove that you do care about keeping your job, Carly." Kelly didn't even argue about her name being completely wrong in his eyes, and silently returned to her desk, where she would multitask by typing away at her computer while also answering call after call. Vincent simply sighed, watching as more and more employees shuffled into the building. Watching them all trotting along to their subservient positions in the company didn't exactly bring him joy, but it did feel right to him. He adjusted his tie with one hand while tucking away the little box from before into the pocket of his jacket. "I'll have to call on a team to assemble my luggage for this trip…but who to call? I suppose that Jarvis and Yolanda should do the trick…they were always adequate with their organization skills…"

"I can't believe this! You actually let a spider get into my pal's soup! You know, I'm gonna have to write an absolutely heinous Yelp review about this establishment!" A man slammed his fist down on the shabby, wooden table that he and his buddy were seated at. The buddy, a fellow by the name of Roark, was a bit too sheepish to actually ask for his dish to be fixed, leaving his good friend to take care of it for him. The waitress was in complete shock, particularly at the size of the spider. It had to be the length of her thumb, and fairly rotund– how would this ever make it out of the kitchen?

"O-oh, no, no that won't be necessary! How about I comp this soup and go back and get you a fresh bowl…with no spider of course!" The waitress bowed her head in shame as she took the bowl back to the kitchen, leaving the two men to sit at the table together and wait for the fresh one to come back. The one of them that was actually willing to complain was in the midst of picking his teeth with a toothpick, grinning all the while. He was average height, but fairly thin and scrawny with a light olive complexion. His eyes were light green, though only one was exposed, thanks to the black-colored, emo cut that his hair was styled in. That, along with the nose ring and many stud piercings in his ears made it clear that he was a total punk.

"T-thanks, Thomas…I was honestly about to just scoop the spider out and keep eating if it weren't for your intervention." Roark was as soft spoken as he looked, with the daring Thomas Stone easily outweighing him in vocal power. Thomas was wearing the clothes to match with his appearance, which was a white, collared tee that he had under a short-sleeved, black shirt, blue jeans that had some wear and tear to them, and brown sneakers. He kicked his feet up onto the table as he continued to pick his teeth, really having to dig in there.

"Man, this food is so chewy…I'm gonna find bits of it in my teeth for the next week! Good thing it'll take at least a week to sail off to that island in the middle of hoohah nowhere…I should be good by then." It was true that Thomas would be leaving to go off to the show, and this lunch was just a way for him to share a good moment with his buddy before being gone for who knows how long. Roark seemed exceptionally upset about this goodbye meal, but his friend seemed indifferent, to say the least. He was hardly actually talking to him.

"Here's that soup for you, sirs! So sorry about that!" The waitress came back just as fast as she had left the first bowl, bringing back a hot, new bowl of soup. She set it down on the table, getting a glance from Thomas while Roark silently thanked her. She ran right back off to her other tables.

"It really is the end of an era, huh…we've been friends for so long, I can't really imagine what it'll be like when you're-...Thomas?" When Roark looked back from the waitress, he noticed that something was off entirely. For starters, Thomas was gone…as was the soup. In its place, there was a post-it note with a message on it. "'Thanks for getting me the grub, Doark! Smell ya later!' …Oh…" While he sat alone and sad at the table, Thomas was already halfway down the street, gulping down that soup like an animal that hadn't eaten in weeks.

"A-alright everybody! Make sure you give the employees enough time to restock the banquet! You don't want them to constantly run out of food on this special occasion, it's not everyday that one of our finest actors bids us farewell!" It was a banquet hall, fitting for this sort of occasion and all…and there had to have been thirty, maybe even more than that! Each of them was definitely a theater actor…you could always tell this sort of thing from the way that they dressed themselves and acted. Especially the man of honor, who had himself seated at the head of a rather large table.

"Yar…it's not like we were actually able to perform during the remodel, anyways." The man was fairly short, all things considered, but he had some muscle to his frame. His skin was peach-toned, a fair amount of sunlight to give him this wayfarer's tan, and his eyes were orange in color…though the left one had been covered with a black eyepatch. He had a scruffy, red beard on his face, and red, messy hair to match, and two gold earrings in his left ear. "Bid me well if you will, but it's not as if I won't be returning to the stage when the time comes."

"O-of course, Flynn! But after all the work you put into perfecting your craft…we really just have to make sure that you get to remember us after you inevitably get more fame!" Flynn Preston Wallace had definitely worked hard to put himself together for the role of an actor, mainly one that would specialize in pirate-life and such. He looked, dressed, talked, and walked like a pirate, so it was no shock that he would be considered an amazing method actor by his compatriots. His outfit was as expected: a large, blue pirate hat that had a yellow feather sticking out of the top of it, a white shirt under a blue, pirate coat with yellow decals, dark brown pants that had light brown patching on them, with a belt to hold them up, black boots, and a brown sash that had been strewn across his chest.

"Aye, it did take quite a while to garner these skills, I will admit. You will certainly see more of me when the show is all over and done with." Flynn scratched at his beard as he thought to himself about the opportunity that he had taken up. He had heard of Total Drama before, seeing the high dollar prizes that it offered to its winner, so why should this new season be any different? Granted, he was still in the midst of studying what he was in for…he liked to be thorough, so he knew that he had to go all the way back to the first season to make sure he was getting it right.

"Total Drama…yar, the competition is surely going to be tough…but I'll manage one way or another. I have to make sure that I get to the end of it for her, too…" Flynn finally stopped stroking his beard and looked all around him at the people that were having an absolute blast. He found himself amused with them all, he couldn't help it. Even if he knew he would be coming back, he couldn't lie: he would be missing them quite a bit. Happily, he dove into the platter set out in front of him, which was loaded with plenty of hearty foods…just like a pirate would want.

"Oooooooh, I just know I'm gonna do it this time! Ain't no way that I'm leaving home without finishing this first!" A woman spoke to herself as she stood atop the largest branch of a tree in the middle of a densely wooded area, holding a handcrafted bow in her hands. There was a full bundle of arrows on her back, and her chestnut-toned hand reached back to fetch one of them. She was fairly short, but plenty curvaceous with somewhat of an athlete's build. She had brown hair that was so dark that it was almost black, being curly and kept in a topknot while the rest of her hair that wasn't tied up flowed down to her shoulders. Her eyes were sharp and true with their gaze and an ash brown coloration to them. She had a fair amount of piercings, with a lip ring on the bottom lip's left side, plenty of silver studs in each ear, and she also had stitches on her left cheek, likely caused from an injury related to…perhaps falling out of a tree.

"Just have to make it through…oh…it's only three trees, right? Four? I might've lost count…" Amber Locklear was the name and being the best archer in her hometown was the game, though there wasn't so much in the way of competition. Aside from her bow and arrow, there was plenty on her body to keep her looking, well, medieval in a sense of things. She had on a dark, almost forest green tunic, which was hooded, though she had the hood down at the moment to show the matching dark green headband she was wearing. She had a black belt around the waist, with a gold buckle to complete it as it held up her black sweatpants. This just left her boots, which were black with tufts of faux-fur shooting out of the top.

"And…fly!" She had the arrow fully readied in her bow, and let it soar from the weapons, her eyes locked onto it to watch its travel path. It shot straight into the woods, zipping past the first tree that was in her path. "One…" The arrow continued to fly after that first tree, and while most people would've lost sight of it at this point, Amber did not. She even grinned a bit while watching it, and even more so when it happened to go past a second tree. "Two…" Yet, the arrow wasn't done, nor was it close, as it still had another tree to pass by to get to its destination. It managed to get by that, finally, meaning it was quite the straight shot to its destination at this point.

"Three! That just means…" Amber narrowed her eyes, the arrow had gotten fairly small at this point, and was becoming difficult for her to even see it. Nonetheless, she had to keep tracking it…she was so close to the goal she had been trying to achieve all this time: the most difficult shot she'd ever taken! The target was just ahead, ready to be struck dead-on…and the arrow…flew right past the tree and disappeared into the distance. Amber's jaw dropped at the failure, she had seen this happen too many times at this point. "Gr…I'm not gonna take that for a big finale! I need to make this shot before I go, it's only fair! I don't care if I have to stay up all night, I'm gonna hit that target! Amber Locklear never backs down, and she definitely never surrenders!"

"C-come on, Cindy! Can't you just take it easy on me this time at least? I-I already feel really uneasy…knowing I'm gonna be on a boat…g-going over the ocean…to an uncharted island…oh, I'm going to throw up…" Not everyone was out and about or having some big celebration, some, like this man, were just in their bedroom…probably overpacking. A thin, boney-framed man with long limbs, pale skin, and not much height to him…he sort of looked like a frantic mess, though there wasn't anything messy about the room he was in, that was perfectly clean. His hair was strawberry blonde in color, being done in a long braid with the bangs parted in the middle. He had blue eyes, and a fair amount of freckles dotting all around his nose.

"No can do! I gotta make sure that I give you this big ol' sendoff so you can remember me when you're about to get eaten by sharks!" Oleander Lewis gasped at his sister's teasing, looking like he was about to crumble where he stood and turn into nothing more than a pile of dust. Perhaps the only reason that he didn't do that is because he wouldn't want to sully his clean room with dust particles. His outfit was fairly simple, and just as clean-kept as his room, with a white, long-sleeved blouse, a pair of blue jeans, and a nice pair of brown boots. They looked like gardening boots, but had no dirt on them…and a fresh polish.

"P-please, I'm begging you to not say such things! I'm already going to be thinking it while I'm on the boat, but I was hoping I wouldn't think of it on the way to it! I'll be in a plane…in the sky…w-where there are other planes…to cause a head-on plane crash…where I'll be the only survivor…a-and forced to start a new civilization on my own…oh, I just can't even think about it! C-Cindy, you see what you've done?" Oleander was shivering in horrific anticipation while his little sister simply whistled innocently. This type of speech and behavior from her brother was nothing new to her, it seemed.

"I never actually thought that they would pick you…you should honestly just feel grateful! No way for me to mess with you if you're a whole bunch of miles away from home!" Cindy shook her head in mild disappointment while strolling over to Oleander, who was propping himself up against his own bed so that he wouldn't sink to the floor. She patted him right on the back, which seemed to send jolts through his body. "Maybe I might even miss you a little bit if you're gone for so long! I mean, that's probably a long shot, but you never know!"

"W-well, I'm going to miss you guys! You know, since…when I'm gone…the house is gonna go up in flames…you'll all be burnt to a crisp…beyond recognition…I'll come back to see nothing here…everyone will tell me it's not my fault…b-but I'll never be able to believe them…" Oleander was imagining the absolute worst case scenario yet again until he saw the annoyed stare he was getting from Cindy. "A-ah…I mean…you'll all probably, maybe, sort of be just fine! And I'll come back home and everything will assuredly, most definitely, slightly likely be the exact same as it was when I left!"

"You're such a dweeb sometimes…" Cindy rolled her eyes and gave her older brother a tight hug, giving him a little bit of surprise. It did, however, make him feel a bit more comfortable, and he even started to hug her back. "...And by the way, I snuck a spider egg into your-"

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"Note to self…next time, make sure to include less hydrogen…" A man coughed as he sat in the darkness of his scientific lab, a lab that had gone completely unknown to…well, pretty much everybody aside from himself. He was fairly adept with keeping things to himself, and this lab was certainly no exception to that. His normally light beige, freckled face was covered in a mass of soot from an explosion that had gone off in his lab…making him feel like some sort of imbecilic cartoon character. His body wasn't much for show, he was just a thin, average-size fellow, but that was never a particular concern of his. His blue eyes managed to survive the soot explosion, though the same couldn't be said for his brown hair, which had a fair deal of the nasty stuff mixed in with it, ruining the otherwise neat and well-combed appearance.

"Not an amazing day for experiments before heading off to this…kingdom…but it's better than a completely unproductive day, I suppose." The man cracked his neck as he stood up from his rolling chair, letting out a little sigh. Hyacinth Flowers was always the meek sort of individual…but a place like this, where he could be all to himself…well, it was a little more relaxing for him than being surrounded by others. Still, the thought of having to be around all these other people eventually was troubling to him. He was certainly well dressed for a scientist, as under his white lab coat, there was a full black suit…though the shoes were white, and stuck out from that appearance a little bit. He also had a good amount of plasters and bandages on his skin that was exposed, and was in the midst of adding one to his nose, which had been cut during the explosion.

"N-no matter…I'm certain that everyone else on the show won't so much be paying attention to me, so…I'll have plenty of time there to tire away at experiments…and searches…and such…" Hyacinth stroked his chin in thought before he looked towards the bright laptop screen that was in one of the far corners of the room. At this point, it was the only thing providing any light to the room whatsoever, but he wasn't so much checking anything on the laptop as he was instead looking at the time marking on it.

"It's getting…quite late…" Hyacinth looked a bit worried once he actually saw the time, and frantically rushed to the laptop to close it up. He gulped nervously as he fumbled his way through the lab, only to end up tripping on an empty test tube on the floor, hitting his head as he was falling. "O-ow!" His yelp of pain echoed throughout the room a lot louder than any of his words did before, something he hadn't even thought about. Normally, he would be more worried about someone hearing him from the outside, but now…he was just too concerned with how late it was.

"It…would be best to get back to my room. Mother and Father wouldn't be happy if they knew what I was up to right now." Hyacinth gulped as he pulled himself back up from the ground, ignoring the fact that he had gotten a cut on his forehead from his fall. The blood trickled down his face, running along the center and passing over his lips. As he opened the door to leave the lab, he licked his lips, clicking his tongue as he tasted the metallic flavor of his own blood. "...Y-yes…it's time for me to go to bed…"

"But I just don't know! I mean, yeah….I really like her, and I think we both get along really well and all, but what will happen if I tell her about my feelings and she doesn't feel the same way?" Two women were sitting together in the park, with one saddened one going by the name of Wendy. She was speaking to a woman that she had known for quite some time, a tanned, heroically muscular woman that had a decent height to her. She had a scar running along her chin that had clearly been there for some time, the reason for it entirely unknown. Her eyes were green as emeralds, and she had a mat of messy, medium-length, blonde hair atop her head. "W-what do you think, Liz? You always seem to have the answer for tough situations like these…"

"Hm…well, my advice is always gonna be to go for these types of things! Sure, sure, you might end up getting rejected, but you can't win everything! So no matter what, asking will only give you clarity and make you feel better about it!" Elizabeth Molly Catrelle, many people knew her as the type of motherly woman that…well, just had answers and advice for any given situation or problem. She loved being that character that could be looked up to in that way ever since she was young, and things were no different now that she was twenty-five. She was dressed pretty casually, perfect for the park atmosphere, with a red tee, a light pair of blue jeans, red sneakers, and a pink necklace that was dangling from her neck.

"I guess…you're probably right about that. I've been thinking about it for so long, I guess I really over complicated it in my head. Besides, if she says no, there are plenty of other girls out there! Oh, thank you Liz! I'm glad I got the chance to talk to you before you had to leave, I really am!" Wendy suddenly wrapped her arms around Liz, burying her face in her shoulder while she hugged her tightly. The motherly woman was entirely shocked by this, and she could feel her cheeks warming up in tune with getting redder and redder. Wendy eventually pulled back from the hug, smiling at Liz before running off from the bench to go find the woman that they were talking about.

"...There goes another one…geez, I really need to learn to take my own advice sometimes, don't I?" Liz chuckled to herself, her cheeks still lit up with a blush until she heard a loud thud from further in the park. As she looked off from the bench, she noticed that there were some kids playing around the basketball court, with two of them standing over a boy that had been knocked to the ground.

"Maybe if you weren't so bad at basketball, we wouldn't have to push you around like this! Don't tell me you're gonna start crying, that's so lame!" The one standing boy mocked the sobbing boy on the ground, completely unaware that Liz was now standing behind him. He and his friend laughed together as they remained blissfully unaware.

"Ahem," both the standing boys shot up in astonishment, turning to see Liz glaring down at them. "I think it would be best if you two left him alone now." They didn't waste time before they ran away from the basketball court in fear of what was to come, leaving Liz to crouch down and help the boy off the ground. "Come on, let's go get you all patched up."

"EVERYBODY, OUT OF THE WAY! SCIENCE HAS A DESTINATION, AND IT'S NOT AFRAID TO BLOW YOU UP IF YOU DON'T MOVE!" A man was currently running through the halls of a mall, his absolute least favorite type of place to be in. There were far too many people around for his liking, but as he had things to do, he was well prepared to do something about it. He was a tall man with a slender, yet still muscular build, although his skin was the type of sickly pale that would naturally get anybody concerned for his well-being. His eyes were a plain, dark brown color, but they carried this innate insanity to their stare. That crazy energy was matched by his raven black hair, which was a spiky mess that shot off in several directions.

"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE IT! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT, PEOPLE!?" People were really unsure what Martine Rozkowski was up to with all his screaming, but even more unsure about what he was doing in the mall in the first place. He only really had two close friends, and he was well known for being, well, sort of a shut-in in one way or another. He had a pair of lab goggles over his eyes, though they seemed like they were a bit dirtied from prior experience. He wore a white lab coat that showed his dark gray shirt underneath, dark gray jeans, and black sneakers. The lab coat itself looked like it had been subject to many nasty experiments in its days. But, what was perhaps the most interesting about him…was the massive, pill-like object that he was carrying.

"Aha! I knew I was getting close to this fountain! Time to make this mall so much more bearable!" Martine grinned, chucking the pill thing into the fountain that sat in the dead center of the mall. Everyone was watching at this point, trying to see what was happening, when the fountain suddenly started to bubble up, like something was changing inside of the water. The crazed scientist had a grin on his face as he unveiled his umbrella, which he opened over his head just in time for the water to rocket out of the fountain like a geyser, soon raining down on all of the innocent mall-goers. He reveled in their screams of fear and agony, his grin growing wider as they started flooding out through any exit they could find. Before long, he was the last person standing, and the water dropping slowed to a full stop.

"I'd say that experiment was definitely a success! Oh, I shouldn't even be surprised, all my experiments are successes! Now, where was that shop…" Martine slowly closed the umbrella, tossing it into the fountain after like he didn't really care about it any more. He was at the mall for one reason: to stock up on science supplies before he would have to depart for this brand new adventure for him. He knew that this reality show would certainly have way more people than he wanted to deal with, so he needed his ways to make sure he could have his solitude. He walked around for a bit, stopping in front of a scientific looking storefront, only to discover that the employees weren't in it…they had left with everybody else.

"No…this means…" Martine fell to his knees, clutching his spiky hair in his hands while looking up to the mall ceiling. "I HAVE TO WAIT FOR ALL THOSE PEOPLE TO COME BACK!"

"That oughtta do 'er, councilwoman Jackson! You think this'll be just fine for yer goin' away party and all?" City hall in Fort Worth, Texas…some people might've been fairly blind to the city if they weren't from around there, but the same couldn't be said for the woman who was just about to leave it. It was her home, her pride, and, well, her life. She had tears in her eyes as she looked around the room, seeing a banner with her name on it and snacks out on tables. It wasn't super flashy or anything, but still, it absolutely meant the world to her. "C-councilwoman, you alright there?"

"I'm doin' quite alright, yessem! I just…seeing all of this and knowing that I'm not gonna be back for a while is sort of settin' in and all that." The man that was setting up the party for Vivian May Jackson couldn't help but smile, finding nothing more pleasant than her home-loving, patriotic attitude. She was a tall woman that was built muscularly, the spitting image of a cowgirl in some ways. She had tanned, white skin with freckles dotting all over her cheeks. Her eyes were shining green, and her hair was chestnut brown, being tied into a fishtail braid that went down to her shoulders.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit weird without you 'round these parts…sure, plenty of people here love their home, but no one is even close to you with that sort of sentiment." The man rubbed the back of his head while he watched Vivian walking over to the council chairs, looking all five of them over and smiling in particular at her own. She hadn't been in office for too long, but she miraculously managed to get in at her young age. She wasn't per se dressed like a councilwoman now, though, she was dressed more casually, with a black tee that was exposed, thanks to the top few unbuttoned buttons of her red and white flannel jacket. She also had a pair of stonewashed blue jeans, brown cowgirl boots, and a brown cowgirl hat to match it. Yup…the perfect, spitting image of a cowgirl.

"I'm glad that that's going to be the thing that everybody 'members me by! But it isn't just Fort Worth…I'm leaving America for some unknown amount of time!" Vivian wiped some of the tears from her eyes, sniffling slightly as she thought about the big adventure that she had coming up. Everyone in the city thought it was odd that she wanted to compete in this show where the prize was a whole kingdom on an island so far away from America. "But, y'know…if I win, it just means we'll be able to add another star to our beautiful flag!"

"R-right, I had thought that was going to be your plan for this show…I hope you win! After seeing you growin' up an' all, it would be really nice to see the fruits of your hard work come to be a reality!" The man chuckled to himself and continued to watch Vivian wandering all over the room, saying her silent goodbyes to the building that she loved so much.

"A-ah! Come on, I think we've definitely had enough fun for one night…m-maybe we should just call it and head home so we don't get into too much trouble." Two people were creeping around a fenced off building, one that had been closed for quite some time. It was the middle of the night, and Terrence was really getting tired…and nervous at this point. The woman that was with him, however, did not seem to have these same issues. She was just excited to be out and about this late, going for one big bang of an adventure before she would have to depart on her journey overseas.

"For a guy with such a macho build, you sure aren't acting super macho…what's up with that?" Terrence blushed at the teasing that was sent his way, though it was something that he was quite used to whenever he was around Yūki Setsuna. Ever since she had moved to Stanford, California, the two had been hanging out, thanks to their similar interests…that interest being archaeology, of course! The building they were sneaking around fit the bill just right, being an old museum that still had many of its exhibits up. They had nowhere to be stored after its closing, and Setsuna just had to get a glimpse of them before leaving.

"W-well, it's just that…this is supposed to be a place that no one goes to. It's abandoned for a reason…" Terrence voiced his concern, but it really didn't matter, as Setsuna was already sneaking through an opening in the fence. He knew he shouldn't, but he really couldn't help himself as he followed after her. She was quite short, decently shorter than he was at least, with a thin, yet toned build to her. Her skin was a pearly white tone, and her eyes were a mysterious dark green coloration. Her hair was exceptionally long, and wavy in texture, being mainly black in color, except for the bits that were highlighted with a dark green similar to that of her eyes.

"Yeah, abandoned really just means that it's more fun to go to…don't you know anything about adventures? How will you ever be a successful archaeologist if you're so afraid to take simple risks like this?" Setsuna snickered as Terrence blushed even more, becoming fully flustered at this point. Her attire made sense for the type of person that she was, with an open, brown, leather jacket that revealed her ruffled-up, black blouse. Her jeans were faded from wear and tear, and tucked into her brown combat boots. She had a small, hoop earring on her right ear and a necklace with the Jurassic Park emblem hanging from it…as well as a whip that was stashed at her hip. She really was all geared up for this outing, in comparison to Terrence who looked like he was just getting out of his college courses.

"You're lucky that you're leaving after tonight, otherwise I never would've agreed to doing this with you…" Terrence whimpered as Setsuna led the way towards the front door of the museum. It was locked and all, but made of glass…glass that had been shattered by other people that had had this same idea before. The two of them snuck through the broken door, stepping into the main lobby of the museum to see that there was a large display with a tyrannosaurus rex skeleton right in front of them. Sure, it was dark, and a little hard to make out all the details, but it was still fully visible. "Wow…"

"Yeah, wow is right, Ter! I really wish I could just bring this whole thing with me…but that would be so much heavy lifting. You wouldn't mind doing that for me, would you?" Setsuna glanced over her shoulder at Terrence while pulling down slightly on her lower lip to tease him even more. She started laughing like a hyena when his face changed colors enough to look like a tomato. "And that's exactly the kind of reaction I was looking for! Bravo!"

"Oh, man…that boat is in Florida? Who even goes to Florida? Gnats? Alligators? Doesn't sound like a good place for a Dancing Duck." A man was talking to himself as he sat down in an airport. The boat was due to leave at noon, EST, so he had to make sure that he would actually be there on time…so he was at the airport at four in the morning, PST. It would give him some time so he wouldn't have to rush right to the boat and all that, though admittedly, the thought of having to race around like he was running late did get him somewhat thrilled. His flight was supposed to depart in thirty minutes, so only the first class members were boarding at the moment.

"Definitely a daddy's girl…oh, that one's probably paid to have someone killed before!" Quaker Aquino was always one to stir up some drama when he could, even in simple ways like theorizing what some stranger was like. Granted, it was more fun with people to share the moments with…he had already bid farewell to his friends and co-performers, leaving him all alone right now. They sighed softly, soon puffing their lips out in a little pout. "Poo…this really would be better if Rina was coming with me…" He thought about one friend in particular, wondering what she was up to while he was stuck in the airport.

"Now boarding for rows one through fifteen for the flight from Las Vegas to Orlando!" Quaker perked up slightly as he heard the announcement, but as he started to stand from his seat, he noticed that plenty of others were already in line. He saw the line, and with how small his slim, lean frame was, it appeared even larger than it really was. He sighed as he hopelessly started towards the back of the line, not making it there until just about every other passenger in those rows had beat him to it. His skin was golden in tone, with the only exception to this tone being red eyeshadow and red blush that he had adorned himself. They were always exceptional when it came to putting makeup together…a perk of being a drag performer. His eyes were blue, much like his hair, which was all pushed back, give for the few tufts that flopped down between his eyes.

"Aye…I just hope I don't have to sit with someone that's going to hog all the armrests. I need all the beauty sleep I can manage to get before my big debut in this show!" Quaker was enthusiastic, despite being so far back in the line, they really seemed like the type to be optimistic about most things. He was dressed extravagantly and flamboyantly, starting with just his right ear piercing, which was gold, dangling down with a few beads that led to a crescent moon. His shirt was primarily white in color, being a long-sleeved, deep v-neck that had golden accents along the cutout. The collar was popped out, with both ends leading to another v-shaped dip. His sleeves mainly were fitted to his arms, but around the wrists, they popped out to be more extravagant, as duck-wing shapes. The wings had a light blue accent in contrast to the golden accents near the cutout of the shirt. His back had four, large, water-droplet shaped chains that were made entirely of blue fabric, almost looking like a cape to billow in the wind. His pants looked to be the most simple of his outfit, being deep navy, high-waisted trousers, though below the knee, there were wave outlines to accentuate them. Finally, his outfit was completed with brownish-red shoes, at least giving him one thing that looked fairly simple. "Should be interesting to see the spicy drama that happens while I'm there, though! I can almost taste the tension already!"

"Yo, you think the last of those chumps is gonna be here soon? Kinda getting tired of waiting for her when there are already twenty-four people ready to go…maybe we can just leave her behind." Two men were currently manning the controls of the ship that had the unknown island as its destination, both of them looking entirely tired. They had seen the arrival of everyone up to this point, there was just one person that was late to the party, and she was really aggravating them by doing so. They just wanted to sail across the sea and be done with it already, but no, this one woman just had to be a nuisance by being late…or…not…?

"Avast, ye scurvy dogs! You've been boarded by the one and only Captain MariAntoinette!" The two men turned around to find that the woman had finally arrived…right in the same room as them. She had a wooden cutlass in her hand and a grin forming, showing that she was already having a great time…although she seemed a tad annoyed that they didn't really look fearful of her or anything. She was a short gal and built acrobatically with shockingly long arms. Her skin was sand beige in tone and green eyes that were daring and thirsty for the call of the seven seas. Her hair was primarily light brunette, although it had some blonde highlights running throughout all of its mid-length, princess curl style. She was holding her blade with her right arm, the inner forearm exposed just enough to show the tattoo of a compass with an arrow running through it that she had.

"Uh…you're the last contestant, right? You mind not pointing that sword at us? It's just a little…crazy…guess you really fit the bill for the show." Marianne Isabella DiPasquale was her name…and if she was anything, it was entirely chaotic. She wasn't some bumbling oaf that didn't know what she was doing, as some would expect…more like she knew all too well what she was doing, and that was being the pirate captain that she always dreamed she should be. Why settle for a boring life at home with some nine to five job when she could be out adventuring to her heart's desire, forming a crew that would travel the world with her? Plenty of people could hear a scuffle coming from the room, but no one actually got to see what was happening in there.

"You know, when a pirate calls you scurvy dogs, you're supposed to cower in fear! Though, you two put up a pretty good fight…that might be just as good!" Marianne had just finished tying up the two men and putting clothes over their mouths so they couldn't cry out for help, giving her a great thrill to start off this venture with. She was dressed much like a pirate, to no shock, wearing a black corset over a white, billowy pirate shirt with the top few buttons undone. Black leggings covered her legs, though they were mainly obscured by her thigh-high, brown, leather boots. Of course, she had a captain's tricorn on her head, which was brown to match her boots. Her right ear had two, golden hoop earrings in it, and she had a golden necklace with a real, gold doubloon hanging onto it.

"Now then…with ye scallywags all tied up, that leaves me to commandeer this ship as my own! Well, then…I'll set a course! Everyone on board will now be my crew for this adventure!" Marianne chortled like a true pirate as she headed to the controls of the ship, taking off without even bothering to untie it from the post on the dock…causing her to rip part of the dock off with it. "...Oops…well…no matter! A pirate cares not about the damage that she causes in her ventures, yo ho ho!"

And here is the final cast, thank you to all that submitted to this story, it was a really tough call at the end of the day. Still glad to have gotten so many submissions and I hope I did your characters well in the prologues.

Contestants So Far:

1. Amber Locklear, the Overzealous Archer (Jade's One Of A Kind)

2. Ashe Ward, the Spectator (MorbidGinger)

3. Cindy Cinclair, the Damsel in Distress (Grape Escape)

4. Destiny Vyra, the Snazzy Bass Player (XxDesperadoxX)

5. Elizabeth Molly Catrelle, the Team Mom (Gucci Mane LaFlare)

6. Embarc Arbarco, the Shipper (BaseballCapClyde)

7. Flynn Preston Wallace, the Cunning "Pirate" (TechStar)

8. Hyacinth Flowers, the Gentleman Chemist (MTDN)

9. Lio Astaire, the Diplomatic Leader (TheFelineOverlord)

10. Magdelena "Maggot" Argot, the Freak (Me)

11. Marianne Isabella DiPasquale, the CosPirate (Phoenix Writer GPH)

12. Marie Everest, the Future Dictator (Nobody245)

13. Martine Rozkowski, the Arrogant Mad Scientist (Wolfik128)

14. Michael Williams, the Origami King (FreshmEn)

15. Olga Devore Kozlov, the Strategist Biker (BadLuckAE)

16. Oleander Lewis, the Neurotic Gardener (Aya Williams)

17. Persephone D'Amours, the Arrogant Princess (LordGemini)

18. Phillip David Williams, the Perverted Partier (thedragonrooster)

19. Quaker Aquino, the Flamboyant Dancer (Space Zodiac)

20. Yūki Setsuna, the Flirty Archaeologist (Thunderstrike16)

21. Thomas Stone, the Wild Card (GirlPower54)

22. Veronica Freeland, the Spoiled Rich Girl (DaringDF1827)

23. Vincent Sterling, the Astute Entrepreneur (ZNBT)

24. Virgil Anton, the Phantom Thief (KadachiNova)

25. Vivian May Jackson, the Patriot (Alexneushoorn)