AN-Hey y'all! I bet there are a few people who are surprised to see this old thing rise from the ashes. After an extremely long hiatus on this, I've decided to pick it back up for fun. For fun meaning: no, it will not update regularly, and the chapters will most likely be greatly spaced apart seeing as I'm off to college soon. But hey, I'm still going to be writing chapters for EVERY SINGLE ENTRY that appears in my reviews (even though I'll be doing them in order/ first come, first served) so yeah...at least I haven't abandoned it entirely! Who am I to crush the hopes of all you eager app-submitting beavers, amirite? Oh, and don't be afraid to dish out any constructive crits, okay? Enough prattling, let's do this!
Y'all already know I only own my OCs, other OCs belong to their creators, and Chris and related TDI cast belong to...not me! Hehehe~
Round Three: Red Robin
Chris flashed a thumbs up to the camera and began. "Welcome back all you viewers! As you're probably familiar with, this is Total Drama Public! I, Chris, host lightning rounds of challenges using random people in public places competing for $500! This time, I called in a few favors and landed us a primo location!" The camera zooms back to show…Red Robin! "So, to get a good start on the day, let's send our victim scout to bring back some contestants! Lina, if you please!" The camera pans to the right a little and shows Lina sitting cross-legged on top of a speeding Black Jetta. The car screeches to a stop and parks near the front of the parking lot where Lina jumps off and runs inside. "Haha, that crazy girl."
Shortly, Lina returned with three girls and a boy. "Okay then! Please, introduce today's lucky four!" Chris told Lina.
"First up is Emily, isn't she just soooo likeable? She's the bubbly-klutzy kind of girl that I'd imagine is pretty popular." Lina stood next to a girl wearing a punky black mini skirt with a girly twist and a black, silver striped tee with 'Living The Life' written in bold letters, and black converse with gold stars. "Teehee! This'll be fun, right?" Emily asked, brushing a few strands of her brownish dirty blonde streaked hair out of her eyes. "Yep! Movin' on." Lina patted her shoulder and went to the next girl.
"So, I'm Lina, those are my siblings, and that's Chris. Howdy?" Lina said, extending her hand to a girl in grey skinny jeans and a sleeveless dark purple top. "Fine, thanks. I'm Samantha." Lina gave her a once over and smiled. "Hm! You've got nice vibes, dude. You're totally the kind of chick I'd invite to chill out!" Lina twirled a little and skipped to the next girl.
Lina stopped mid spin and swung an arm around the shoulders of a girl wearing a tie-dye cropped tee, olive green shorts, and brown hiking boots. "And this is Sara. Yeah, she may be pale and have black dyed hair, but she's not goth. You look like you enjoy a good hike every once in a while." Lina said. Sara smiled at her. "Yeah, just got back from a good hike with my Uncle Omar. Hiking and animals are all good, but I like computers too." "Spiffy, animals and computers make a great combo." Lina said and got a parting hug from Sara.
Lina walked over and linked arms with a boy wearing a short sleeved blue button up shirt over a black shirt with 'Professional Ninja' on it and blue jeans. Without noticing his light blush, she started speaking. "And finally, our last guest today is Sam!" "What's up? Y'know, I watched the last episode of TDP, mad paint skills Lina." He said. "Aw, thanks!" Lina pulled him closer, grinning and flashing a peace sign. "To continue, Sam loves playing with people's heads and anime cons. Oh, me too, mindgames are the BEST! Aaaand…" Lina said, studying Sam closely "You like the kind of guy who's soul wouldn't die if I told a pun or two…you're really my kind of guy!" Lina did a little hop and glomped Sam. "Ah…" Sam flushed bright pink and seemed to be at a loss of words.
Chris motioned toward himself and became the center of attention again. "Alright people! Now that we've done all our formal introductions, let's get inside Red Robin and start today's challenge! And here's a hint: The more familiar with Cooking Mama and Diner Dash you are, the better your chances of winning!" "Of course, you COULD win solely based on sheer luck!" Lina interjected." Chris's smile faltered as he pushed Lina out of the camera view. "You're not the host, scoot. Alright, let's go!" He motioned for everyone to follow.
The group made their way into the popular restaurant and was greeted by the manager. Chris had a few words with the man, then led the teens into the employee lounge. Before anyone could blink, the door slammed open and a huge, furious black man wearing a chef's hat and an apron stormed in and started waving a large butcher knife at the annoying host. "Pretty Boy! I thought I had a restraining order placed on your sorry butt! Get outta here!" He shouted at Chris. The host merely held his hands up and clicked his tongue at the man. "Chef, Chef, Chef. Restraining orders mean nothing to me, especially with the kind of lawyers I have. Now quit wasting our film, you're not in this season of the show!" Chris told him, shooing him out of the lounge as he spoke. Chef growled and swung his knife one more time. "Just keep yourself and your sadistic ideas away from me!" He roared and slammed the door behind him so hard the fluorescent light bulbs overhead shivered in their sockets. "…Oookay then!" Chris clapped his hands, calling all attention to himself once again. "Today's challenge consists of two parts! An early bird part and a night owl part. So for the early bird portion of today's challenge, everybody suit up!" Chris said with laughter evident in his voice as he threw diner-style waitress dresses in Emily's and Sara's faces, and chef outfits in Sam's and Samantha's faces. You will be on teams consisting of Emily with Samantha and Sara with Sam. One member will play the role of waitress greeting people, seating them, taking orders, delivering food, and busing the tables, but most importantly: collecting tips. The amount in tips you make decides which team gets the axe." He explained, giving a pause for this to sink in before continuing his preliminary explanations. "The chefs, obviously, make the food. Make it good and make it quick. The better your meal output is, the faster your teammate can serve it, which means higher patron satisfaction and more tips! And fear not! If you have absolutely NO experience in the culinary arts…well, I took the liberty of putting a quick 'n easy cookbook in the kitchen for you to refer to. The preparation in that book is so simple, a platypus could cook! And platypuses don't do much, ya know? Now, get to it! Your shifts are over at 10PM; breaks and drinks are allowed, but no eating because the food is for paying customers. So get to it teams!" He ended loudly. He and the crew left them so they could have privacy while they change into their uniforms.
Sam sighed and looked over at Sara who was smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt. "You've got it easy, cooking and I really don't mix." Sara gave him a rueful smirk and commented "Well, do you want to swap jobs? I'm not too fond of this outfit…" "No! No, it's cool. I'll take pants over a skirt any day!" Sam said quickly, readjusting his apron and exiting the lounge. Emily and Samantha were on the opposite half of the room, checking each other's outfits and relaying strategies to each other. "So, what the best kind of attitude to have? Like, I don't want to seem like an obnoxious suck up, but at the same time I don't want to come off as too casual and uncaring." Emily asked Samantha. "Well, I think you should keep it down to earth. Be friendly like you've met before." Was the reply. Sara walked over to the two chatting girls and leaned against a table. "Ready for this? I get a really bad feeling about the second part of this challenge." She said to them both. Samantha looked over at Sara. "I know what you mean. What kind of sick rule is 'no eating while you're on break'! Does that mean the second part is an eating contest or something?" She wondered. Waving her hand dismissively she started toward the door. "Well, let's forget about it for now. We got a challenge to win!" She cheered and rushed out of the lounge.
The teens rushed to their respective areas and the challenge began. A couple of chatting women came through the doors. Sara picked up a couple of menus for them but Emily got there first, powerwalking quickly up to the women. "Welcome to Red Robin, table for two?" She put on her most sincere smile and ushered the ladies to a table. "Oh, it is ON.' Sara muttered, getting into the competitive spirit as a large children's birthday party made their way through the doors.
Inside the kitchen the chefs were having a hard time keeping up and staying alive. Every single move they made was under the strict watch of Chef Hatchet, who had no problem dishing out abuse. "Hey you maggot! That's too much mustard!" "That's not how you flip burgers!" "You call those french fries?" "My cat could make a better milkshake than you!" Samantha stopped mid-flip and turned around menacingly. "Look, I KNOW it's your kitchen, and that Chris gets on your nerves, but we're in the middle of a challenge here so could you kindly SHUT YOUR UGLY GAP-TOOTHED MOUTH?" Sam nearly dropped his order in shock. The military chef raised his infamous hatchet up, ready to strike. Samantha stood her ground and matched his glare. "Oh my gosh! Don't kill her!" Sam freaked out, grabbing a nearby knife and jumping in front of Samantha. Chef's arm quivered and he slowly lowered the deadly culinary weapon to his brow in salute. "You kids ain't as spineless as I took you for." He lowered his arm all the way and stomped out of the kitchen in a huff. "Well..." Sam said awkwardly. "Yeah..." Samantha returned. A voice hailed them from the other side of the counter. "Hey you two! We got hungry mouths to feed! Get back to work!" "Aye aye!" The said in unison and hastily went back to cooking.
"Oh gracious! I'm terribly sorry about all of this!" An embarrassed parent was holding back his twins, keeping them away from a basket of fries drowning in ketchup. "It's quite alright," Sara replied pleasantly "I'll take care of it." The teen had on a mask of politeness, but was seething on the inside. The birthday party that she had seated turned from cute to a disaster. Apparently the birthday girl thought it would be fun to start a food fight, and there were condiments and food bits strewn everywhere within throwing distance. Sara excused herself to go clean herself up, and in the restroom she happened to run into Emily. "Oh wow...you know we're not supposed to eat anything, right?" The bubbly girl gave her competition a once-over, smirking. The other girl just gave a snort in response and got to work removing most of the cake from her hair.
The lunch rush was beginning to die down, and the kitchen quieted down considerably. Samantha nudged Sam. "How about a break?" She offered. Sam nodded and followed her out of the kitchen to Red Robin's drinks bar where the crew was lounging. Lina and Steven were behind the bar, beckoning them over to the barstools. Steven leaned over the polished wood surface. "So, what'll it be? Seeing as you're still minors your selection is a bit limited, but that doesn't mean you can't order something fun!" He smiled charmingly. Samantha flopped heavily onto a stool and rested her head on the bar. "Doesn't matter, how about something pretty?" She said. Lina edged over to the next stool where Sam was seated. "And for you?" She asked. He looked spaced out for a split second before snapping out of it and replying "Something sweet?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the drink selection. Steven reached over and ruffled his sister's hair. "Here we go, one sunset lemonade slushie and one jubilee smoothie." Lina concocted a wildly colored smoothie and topped it off with whipped cream while Steven prepared a citrusy slush in mulitcolored layers like a sunset. "And here you are!" They finished in unison and placed the drinks in front of the chefs, the slushie for Samantha and the smoothie for Sam.
Back on the floor Emily was waiting tables like crazy. She was weaving around the restaurant, delivering food, picking up bills, and most importantly, receiving tips. "Heh, there's no way the other team can keep up!" She grinned to herself.
When Sara returned to the party table, the guests had left and other staff was already cleaning up the area. She sighed and went to pick up their bill, and much to her surprise a group of four twenty dollar bills was waiting patiently for her on top of the signed receipt as an apologetic tip. Sara pocketed the large tip and smirked. "Looks like I'm not out of the runnings yet!" She commented happily to herself as she prepared to seat another table.
Chris taped the intercom, counting down seconds on his watch. "Aaaaand...TIME!" All contestants to the bar, the first part of the challenge is over!" He shut off the intercom and cackled to himself. "I'm gonna love this part!" He laughed, going out to the bar to meet the teens.
Samantha, Sam, Sara, and Emily were seated on stools, sipping sodas and trying to not fall over. "Nearly a WHOLE day without food...is Chris trying to kills us?" Emily groaned. "Not likely." The host said, stepping over and leaning against the bar. The second part of this challenge just so happens to involve food." At this all four teens perked up. "But first, let's count the tips!"
The teams strained forward on the edges of their seats as Chris tallied up their earnings. He pocketed his calculator and dramatically announced. "Team Emily-Samantha scraped together $126!" The two girls cheered and high fived each other. "Not so fast, Team Sara-Sam pulled together...$193!" Sara flicked a sticky strand of hair out of her face. "I KNEW putting up with all those kids would pay off!" Emily gaped in shock. "But-she...That's impossible! I waited on nearly three times as many tables as she did!" "Quality over quantity. I pulled in fewer, but larger tips than you is all." Sara shot back.
Chris shepherded the teens to a table where a huge buffet of freshly made foods were laid out. "Welcome to part two!" Every pair of eyes was firmly glued to the food, the smell coming off of it causing a delirious mouthwatering reaction. "The losing team can sit down and dig in!" "Yes!" Emily and Samantha tore into the nearest dishes like starved animals. "As for you two" Chris halted Sara and Sam "The winner will be determined by who has the strongest willpower." Lily and Mika reached forward and slid particularly delicious dishes in front of the two. Sara faced off with a heaping plate of fried chicken, and Sam was giving the staredown to an enormous five-meat pizza. "Good luck you two. The first one to take so much as a nibble loses the challenge." Chris said, smirking as he grabbed some french fries to eat.
Minutes ticked by tortuously slow. Each second seemed to stretch into hours for the famished teens. The agonizing pain was made even harder to endure by the other teens eating on the other side of the table. Emily and Samantha were decimating a large slice of chocolate cake, and the crew was making quick work of an ice cream sundae. Samantha looked across the table. "You know, I really think one of you should just cave in and eat. That way the challenge is over and BOTH of you can have whatever you want on the table." She commented. Emily nodded and pushed their plates closer. "It's making me hungry all over again just looking at you two!" "This is nothing I can't handle." Sara stated resolutely, scowling at the crispy fried temptation in front of her. "Likewise." Sam said, attempting to curb his hunger on the scent of pizza alone.
Chris sidled over and whispered to the crew. He eased away smoothly, smirking. Lily leaned over the table toward the remaining two. "Hey Sara, if you go ahead and eat something, we'll give you $100 dollars no strings attached!" Sara looked in Lily's direction, but said nothing. Steven nudged his sister aside and took a shot at Sam. "Hey, if you throw the challenge, I'll set you up on a date with any girl you want. I've got plenty of connections." He offered, waving his cellphone in the air. Sam glanced up from the plate in front of him, and then quickly stared down at the food again. Lily shrugged and took a cookie from a nearby plate. "One of them has to crack sooner or later."
The minutes ticked by painfully slow, desperation and madness slowly creeping up in the starving teens' expressions. Suddenly Sara shot a hand out and placed her fingers on the chicken. Everybody leaned forward with renewed interest to see if she would finally break down and take a bite, but the determined girl simply ran her hands and fingers over the tasty fried food, trying to appease her appetite a little longer by touching what she so powerfully desired. Sam considered doing the same, but he figured getting his hands covered in pizza sauce and grease wouldn't do him any favors any time soon. The silence around the table was broken by a sound like a bear being strangled. Eight pairs of curious eyes whipped around and…oh, Chris fell asleep. Sara slammed her fists on the table and was about to stand up to throw in the towel when Sam grabbed Steven by the shoulders and yelled in his face "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!" Steven grinned and eased the crazed teen of his suit, brushing imaginary dust off it. "Say no more my famished friend, just tell me what type of girl you're in to and I'll have you seated at a table together right after you've had a bite to eat." The rest of the girls were dumbstruck as Sam shyly shuffled up to Lina. "W-will you go on a date with me?" He asked over the rumble of his stomach. Lina flustered and sat down with Sam at the table "Of course I will! How convenient that we're surrounded with food, drinks, and desserts!" Happily, Sam laced his fingers with Lina's and took a slice of pizza from the plate in front of him. Emily kicked Chris under the table, jarring him awake rudely. "Snrrrk-huh? Wuzzat?" "Look! Sam's about the throw the challenge!" Everybody watched in amused amazement as Sam tried to eat everything within reach while still trying to appear tidy and gentlemanly in front of Lina.
"Well! What a day this has been! Chefs, waitresses, and unexpected crushes! Now this is what TDP's all about." Chris prattled on cheerily to the camera. Sara grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face her. "Hey, prize money for the winner, remember?" Chris plucked her hand from his shoulder like it was a dirty rag and took a step back. "Hey, watch the shirt, these things don't come cheap you know! Anyways, congratulations on your stunning victory, here's your five hundred big ones!" He took a stack of money from his pocket and handed it over to Sara who promptly thumbed through it, sighing with immense satisfaction. Chris beckoned the camera to focus on him rather than the teens. "Well there you have it, another exciting round of Total Drama Public! Tune in next time for more action, more thrills, and more crazy shenanigans!"