Chris, Topher, and Lindsay stood at the city limits of Drama City.
"Last time, on Total Drama Party with the Stars!" the three began in unison.
"With Bailey out of the picture by Hugh's hand, Brittany was more worried than ever about her position in the game," Chris recapped. "In addition to her alliance with Hugh, Quentin, and Vladimir, she sold them out to Cyan and Frita in hopes of finding a new ship to jump to."
"Meanwhile, Quentin recognized Cyan as his biggest threat, and rallied Hugh and Vladimir behind the notion of taking her out," Topher continued.
"But most importantly of all, Chef accepted and talked about his feelings," Lindsay smiled.
"Yeah, to Jayne, whose status as a human citizen is highly debatable," Topher snickered.
"It's still a step in the right direction, okay?!" Lindsay insisted.
"Anyway, the challenge was pretty funny," Chris carried on. "Force everyone into a big box and make sure they keep a button pressed down. Last one standing wins. And damn if they didn't keep at it."
"I know I spent the majority of my waking hours waiting for everyone to give up," Topher claimed.
"In the end, it was Vladimir who toughed it out the longest. Once again, this threw a wrench in the evergreen plan to get rid of him," Chris chuckled.
"With no choice but to put their cards on the table, Cyan and Quentin called each other as the biggest available targets," Topher smirked..
"Frita and Vladimir stuck by their friend... though I think that just tipped everyone else off that those three are too strong together," Lindsay mentioned.
"They did make for a weirdly engaging trio, but three is a magic number this late into the game," Chris nodded. "Thus, Quentin finally saw his luck run out. And now we're down to six."
"And by the end of the night, down to five," Topher added.
"Who will work together, and who will throw who under the bus?" Chris asked. "It's all happening, right here, on Total!"
"Drama!" Topher and Lindsay continued.
"Party with the Stars!" all three concluded.
Brittany, Hugh, and Kun met up at the motel.
"Is there any, um, particular reason we're here specifically?" Kun asked.
"Would you think to find people here?" Hugh challenged.
"Only if it was in my head that reasoning such as that would lead people to unorthodox locations," Kun admitted.
"Well, nobody's bugged me or Hugh throughout the merge, so this place should still be fine," Brittany reckoned. "But anyway, the main reason we're here."
"It's time for your friends and my friends to be friends," Hugh grinned.
"Cyan and I are already friends. It's Kun who we still need to include," Brittany pointed out."
"Okay, Poindexter," Hugh groaned.
"Presumably, we still wish to get rid of Vladimir," Kun deduced. "In lieu of him, though, can I take this as an official proposal to vote for Frita if he's safe again?"
"Basically," Brittany confirmed. "I don't care what either of them say, those two have been inseparable ever since the team shuffle. If we can't lose him, we can at least weaken him."
"And if both are safe?" Kun gulped.
"Come on, man," Hugh scoffed. "If both are safe, then we throw each other under the bus at Elimination Station." He got up in Kun's face. "But it's not going to come to that, is it?"
"W-Well, um..." Kun gulped. "N-No, I suppose not."
"All we have to do is make sure at least one of us four wins Invincibility," Brittany said. "I'd say the odds aren't too bad, there."
"If the challenge is being a narcissistic asshole, then we're screwed, but I don't think Topher wants anyone stealing his thunder," Hugh said.
"You really think Frita would beat you in that?" Brittany doubted.
"It's very possible to be narcissistic in your own low self-esteem," Hugh insisted.
"But, um, what's important is that we've established our mission," Kun encouraged. "Forming concrete goals is the best way to accomplish what needs to be done."
"Exactly," Brittany agreed. "Glad to have you on board."
"Glad to be on board, frankly." Kun rubbed the back of his neck.
Confessional:
Kun: It's nice to finally, um, be in some kind of control over my game again. People... don't seem to respect me as a leader... or a player. Which is, um, concerning this late in the game. But I've seen people win with less to their name than I have, so I must keep going!
Brittany: At this point, this is a matter of who I feel I can beat in the end, versus who I feel will help me get to the end. I'm not arrogant enough to believe that anyone would just let me reach that point, but a little bit of trust can go a long way.
Hugh: It's nice being on the right side of the stupid lategame majority this time. And surrounding myself with the likes of Brittany and Cyan means nobody'll gun for me anytime soon! Unless they both win Invincibility... but hey, with Vlad still around, it's not like they'll turn on me, you know?
Vladimir found Frita playing Street Fighter at the barcade.
"Have you beaten the boss yet?" Vladimir asked.
"What do you think?" Frita grumbled.
"I don't know. That's why I asked," Vladimir responded.
Frita's character fell to a regular opponent.
"Well, you never know until you ask," Vladimir figured.
"Alright, in that case, I have a question," Frita said. "What the hell are we going to do now?! Nobody likes or trusts either of us, and your supposed alliance fucking turned on itself immediately!"
"I'll fully admit to overestimating Brittany and Hugh's willingness to actually take out a big threat," Vladimir sighed. "And I'm certainly not happy about this either. My first instinct is to turn Cyan and Kun against them."
"Even though Cyan is in Isolation?" Frita doubted.
"Either that, or we try to make good with Brittany and Hugh, highlighting that Cyan is a big threat."
"Brittany and Cyan are friends now or something," Frita brought up.
"She also told me that she's fully aware of Cyan's status as a massive jury threat," Vladimir considered. "And Brittany is someone who is willing to put friendship aside to better her position in the game."
"It's not like Cyan could fight back..." Frita mused.
"Presentation is key, but I think we can still work with this," Vladimir assured her.
"You 'think'? That lack of certainty isn't inspiring confidence," Frita gulped.
A dark glint appeared in Vladimir's eye. He smiled.
"We can still work with this. I apologize for that slip of the tongue, there," Vladimir insisted.
"Right..." Frita hummed.
She returned attention to her game.
Confessional:
Frita: I think Brittany and Cyan still want to work with me. As long as Vladimir is an option, they're going to want him gone, though, and that's no good. I guess all three of us are working closely with one of the boys... Even though I'm supposed to not be working with Vladimir. ...Damn it, there's really no way for me to save him, is there? First Quentin, now this... Can they just vote me out already if I'm going to lose anyway?!
Vladimir: The results of last night's elimination were... frankly unacceptable. No action I can take comes with any certainty, and the odds have been noticeably stacked against me for a while now. But it's not over until the shackle grabs me by the waist.
Cyan scoured fervently through Isolation Park.
"Ain't no way they've found all the statues, right?" she told herself. "There's got to be at least one, right?"
She leaned back against a tree, when suddenly a small package fell out of the branches.
"What the?"
Cyan bent down to take the item. Untying the twine revealed a small wooden effigy with a note.
"'Congratulations, you have found the Wisdom Statue'," Cyan read. "'You may play this at any point in the game before your elimination. Doing so will give you one-time access to this season's voting chart, which you can study for as long as you want.'"
Cyan took a deep breath, then shouted out to the sky.
"Damn it! Why couldn't I get something useful?!" she cried.
Up at the top of Blaising Tower, the hosts and Nelson sat in the meeting room.
"What does she mean, 'can't find something useful'?!" Nelson scoffed as the four turned their attention away from the camera feeds. "Information like that could make all the difference in how you approach your game."
"Maybe if they weren't voting in an open forum. I dunno," Chris shrugged. "Seems like everyone has already kind of figured out how everyone's been voting."
"Wow. Sounds like the Wisdom Statue is as beneficial to the season as the real Wisdom was to hers," Topher snickered.
"Hey!" Lindsay objected. "Wisdom's a sweet girl who overcame her insecurities to make it to the final two! You're just a grump who didn't even make it to the merge."
"Jeez, since when do you have claws?" Topher winced.
"You saw the bike race episode, right?" Chris condescended.
Confessional:
Cyan: Figures I can't even take advantage of the one supposed benefit in going to Isolation Park. I really, really hope the others aren't buying whatever BS Vladimir is giving them about me being some big unstoppable threat. I've worked too hard by giving them BS about Vladimir being an unstoppable threat for him to just undo it all!
Brittany, Hugh, and Vladimir met up at the shoddy garage.
"So, look who's come crawling back," Hugh said smugly.
"Hugh, we're the ones who turned on him. If anyone should be crawling back, it's us," Brittany denied.
"What's the fun in playing selfishly if you can't revel in it? Eh, Vlad?" Hugh asked.
"I certainly can't deny that," Vladimir agreed. "Though I felt it prudent to check in and see where your heads are insofar as working together goes. Getting rid of Quentin tells me that you aren't exactly interested in going long-term with me."
"I mean look, that dude was well-connected as fuck," Hugh explained. "He had his hand in so many cookie jars, I was about to start calling him Sid."
...
"You know, Cookie Monster's real name?"
"I thought that's what you meant, but it was just esoteric enough that I wasn't sure," Brittany explained.
"Fuck," Hugh grumbled.
"But anyway, It's like I said last night: you two were pretty obviously working close with Frita," Brittany told Vladimir. "And after losing Bailey the night before, I felt it was only fair to take some action."
"Then why not vote for Frita?" Vladimir wondered.
"Frankly, I didn't trust Quentin, and he's a bigger threat besides," Brittany answered. "Playing a statue and taking out Shadya doesn't just happen, you know?"
"Like, not only did he have our alliance, but I know for a fact he was good with Cyan and Kun, too. Not to mention Frita," Hugh added. "But listen, just because things didn't go as planned last night doesn't mean they can't this time around."
"Is that so?" Vladimir asked, interested.
"Cyan is our biggest threat. That's pretty clear," Brittany nodded.
"Clear as the blue sky, even?" Vladimir chuckled.
"Absolutely," Brittany responded. "Voting for Quentin instead of her last night amounted to him being just a little more threatening. Now there's no reason not to get rid of her."
"Unless she wins the challenge or finds something special in Isolation Park," Vladimir hummed.
"Well at that point, we can just vote out Kun. He's basically an extension of her anyway," Hugh figured. "And I trust that voting Frita won't be a problem if Cyan and Kun somehow both end up safe."
"Naturally," Vladimir nodded.
"Then party on, Wayne," Hugh grinned.
Confessional:
Brittany: I've touted loyal gameplay throughout this season, but... there gets to be a point where that's just no longer possible. With everyone else being so willing to turn on each other to last just one more round, I really need to start doing the same. So yes, I will make contradictory deals with both Kun and Vladimir. It's either I do that, or I'm next, and I don't plan on being next at any point.
Hugh: See, I really shouldn't trust Vladimir, but I genuinely don't know if he has any options besides me and Brit. I guess he might still have Frita in his pocket, don't care enough to find out for sure. Either way, there's zero way Cyan and Kun are helping his ass out. (he dusts his knuckle on his shirt) So his fate is basically in my hands. No biggie.
Vladimir: The dynamics of this round are... distressingly straightforward. The only uncertainty as far as I can tell is whether Hugh and Brittany are being honest about siding with me. That means today's challenge is more crucial than ever. I've taken enough unnecessary risks as it is; going to tonight's elimination without safety is one I'm not willing to take.
The marquee outside Hatchet's Diner read "Stop mixing milk and orange juice, ya nasties!" Inside the diner, Kun took a seat across from Frita as the two ate breakfast.
"Morning," Kun greeted.
"Hey," Frita responded.
...
"Sorry about Quentin," Kun apologized. "I didn't want to vote for either of them."
"That doesn't mean you didn't," Frita grunted. "Excuses are just going to make you look even worse."
"That's... That's true," Kun acknowledged. "But I wanted to own up to it, and let you know that I hope we can still, um, work together."
"Do I have a choice?" Frita sighed.
"I know things have been back-and-forth between, um, you and Cyan, but I think if the original Wyverns stick together, we can all make it to the end," Kun encouraged. "Brittany and Hugh seemed interested in a Vladimir vote, so that could be something."
"Who even knows with those two?" Frita fretted. "Honestly, I feel less comfortable with them still together than with Vladimir or Cyan being at each other's throats. At least their beef takes attention away from me."
"But... is it really okay to keep Vladimir in the game?" Kun asked.
"I'm the one he's been messing with, and I don't have a problem with it," Frita said. "I mean, who on the jury is going to vote for him?"
"Perhaps, but I still don't trust him," Kun added.
"Any less than Brittany and Hugh?" Frita asked. "Those two are not turning on each other, and they probably realize Cyan's a bigger jury threat than Vladimir, too. We should probably break them up while we have a good chance, right?"
"And then leave Cyan and Vladimir to keep gunning for each other..." Kun realized. "That is a pretty smart move."
"When you're like me, you have to get some sense of how to redirect people's ire," Frita said. "It's not impressive."
"That's not true at all," Kun denied. "That sounds like a very, um, valuable skill."
"Whatever," Frita denied.
Confessional:
Kun: I haven't, um, quite been able to pave the way for most of the game's direction. But that doesn't mean it's too late to change things. Being the last remaining member of the new Gryphons puts all the onus on me to shift things in my favor. Especially since, um, Cyan's in Isolation. So far it seems to be working pretty well, if I do say so myself, heh.
Frita: I'm basically a non-factor to the others. If that lets me stick around, then that's fine. Total Drama is the most fun, outgoing thing I'm probably going to do for the rest of my life. The others can all keep losing for all I care. ...Man, I can't even be pessimistic consistently.
Chef met up with Chris, Topher, Lindsay, Jayne, and Greg outside of a nondescript building.
"Alright gang, I'm going to need all five of you for today's challenge," Chris said. "It's important that there's six of us for today's dramatic reveal."
"You're still legally allowed to drive, right?" Topher asked Chef.
"What the?! You're askin' me and not the robots?!" Chef rebuked.
"They're machines. Obviously, they can operate machines," Topher patronized.
"Can you drive a bear?" Jayne asked Topher.
"What?" Topher blinked.
"You're organic. Obviously, you can control other organic animals," Jayne figured.
"You tellin' me a car is to you what a bear is to us?" Chef asked.
"A car is about as big as a bear, right?" Lindsay asked.
"Oh, there are more than just cars," Chris grinned excitedly, rubbing his hands together. "These are, like... robotic elephants! Or something."
"Elephants are far more tame than bears. We have little to worry about," Greg assured Jayne.
"That does sound a lot more doable," Jayne nodded.
...
"You didn't answer my question," Topher brought up to Chef.
"That shit don't matter on this show and you know that!" Chef grunted.
"But yeah, be on standby, because the challenge starts pretty soon," Chris told everyone. "Take it easy until then."
Topher, Lindsay, Jayne, and Greg all dispersed. Noticing Chef standing there, staring him square in the eye, Chris sighed. He approached the man.
"What's up, Chef?" he asked reluctantly.
"...I just wanna know what the deal is, mang," Chef said plainly. "Why'd y'all parole me? Did Nelson make ya do it? For drama or someshit?"
"Look, can we talk about this later?" Chris asked. "This isn't really the time or place."
"Do it, or I ain't goin' through with your damn dramatic entrance," Chef threatened.
"Alright, alright, geez!" Chris pleaded. He checked around to see if anyone else was in earshot. "Listen, a lot's happened since Pahkitew. I always kinda knew you weren't happy with your position, but I didn't really care at the time. But between the kidnapping, and Lindsay's shock therapy, and... time to grow, I guess... Turns out even I can get a heart."
"That so?" Chef grunted.
"I mean, damn, kidnapping me isn't half as bad as some of the shit I got away with," Chris continued. "You deserve better. You always deserved better. And this season was the perfect opportunity for me to swallow my pride and do the right thing. Did I think it through all the way? No, but I hope you don't see me paroling you as anything besides an apology. From an old friend."
Chef swallowed a lump in his throat. "You're a goddamn idiot, ya know that?"
"I know," Chris grinned. "I promise I've tried to think of ways to incorporate you into challenges more, but the other hosts and the guest appearances get priority. Nelson's orders. But hey, who knows what the future holds, yeah?"
"... I ain't huggin' you," Chef said firmly.
"I... didn't expect you to, so alright," Chris replied awkwardly.
Confessional:
Lindsay: I overheard everything! I'm so glad they're getting along again! Eeeeeeeeeee!
As the usual time for challenges approached, Brittany and Frita sat on the same bench at McLean Park. Neither said a word or looked at the other.
"You know..." Brittany eventually said. "Explore Party did pretty well for itself."
"Huh?" Frita acknowledged.
"Well, there were four people from each season, right?" Brittany elaborated. "You, Vladimir, and I are all from Explore Party. We only lost Jean-Marie along the way. The other seasons all have one left, except House Party."
"Yeah, I'm a little surprised it hasn't come up," Frita admitted. "Especially with all the crap Vladimir's gotten. Hell, all the crap all three of us have gotten."
"It seems like everyone's managed to find their people regardless of which season any of us came from," Brittany pondered. "I kind of like that, you know?"
"Trust built on something as petty as that wouldn't hold up very well," Frita figured. "Not that I got to know anyone from my season to begin with. And I never liked Jean-Marie that much."
"Well hey, you've certainly made up for lost time," Brittany encouraged.
"...I guess," Frita allowed. "What about you? Can we expect a big hit Total Drama podcast with you, Hugh, Bailey, and Irving?"
Brittany burst into unexpected laughter. "I can think of worse things to do with my time. Although Nestor and Sierra probably don't need any more fuel added to their fires."
"I never liked them that much, either," Frita shrugged.
"But you like Hugh and Irving?" Brittany asked.
"I'm getting numb to Hugh," Frita half-answered.
"Don't tell him that. He'll take it as a challenge," Brittany giggled.
"Oh, I'm sure," Frita groaned with the slightest smile.
Confessional:
Frita: I've never entirely known how to approach Brittany. Despite what we said, the fact that she won my season, where I was the first one voted out of my team, has made me overthink things. I know she's nice and probably doesn't see it that way at all, but anxiety never makes sense until your brain forces it to make sense.
Brittany: I've never entirely known how to approach Frita. She's someone who beats herself up a lot, so I've always kind of worried about me winning the season she played. I don't want her to think I'm talking down to her just because of that. I'm probably not giving her enough credit, and I'll own up to that mistake.
Hugh, Kun, and Vladimir headed to McLean Park together.
"If you heeear any noooooise, it's just meeee and the boooooys, hittin' that!" Hugh sang. "Come on, it's no fun if it's just me singing!"
"Sorry, you seemed to be having enough fun by yourself," Vladimir chuckled.
"I cannot sing," Kun apologized.
"Neither can Anthony Keidis, but that doesn't stop him from kicking ass," Hugh countered.
"Perhaps we ought to save our enthusiasm for the challenge," Vladimir offered.
"Alright, fine!" Hugh relented. He started humming quietly to himself.
"It's kind of nice, isn't it?" Kun smiled. "We're all rather different people, all taking a walk together on the way to the same goal."
"That goal being to defeat the other two?" Vladimir jested. "Nah, I get what you mean. Bringing together all sorts of different people is part of what makes Total Drama so great."
"Yeah, and someone has this whole spiel near the end of every season," Hugh brought up. "It's old."
"I will not, um, apologize for being sentimental," Kun pouted. "Especially since I didn't make it nearly this far last time."
"Besides, Hugh, it's not like the friends you've made along the way are people you would have sought out in the real world," Vladimir added.
"True, I usually have higher standards," Hugh brushed off.
"That does explain a lot," Vladimir accepted.
"Wha- What does that even mean?!" Hugh prodded.
"What do you think it means?" Vladimir pressed.
"Well, uh, clearly you're intimidated by my self-confidence, and coping by sounding dismissive," Hugh dismissed.
"You got me," Vladimir smiled. "Guess that's your MO, huh?"
"Just like passive-aggressively talking down to others is yours?" Hugh snipped.
"Hey, nothing wrong with any of it. It's gotten us both this far, right?" Vladimir figured.
"I'd argue, um, if anything, it's all your other traits that have helped you two make it here," Kun offered.
"Congratulations on figuring out the joke," Hugh sighed.
Confessional:
Kun: ...Maybe I should brush up on what's funny these days. I'll admit, that's never been a strong suit of mine. It might help me connect with people, um, better.
Hugh: Yeah, let Vladimir talk. It's just going to make it that much more satisfying when I beat his ass in the end! After I beat Cyan, of course. Priorities, you know.
Vladimir: Actually, the biggest boon towards making it this far is that I try to level with others. People like Hugh thrive in silly arguments, while people like Kun prefer encouragement. It's little things like that which make others feel more safe around you.
Cyan sat on the lip of a non-functioning fountain.
"Well, Wisdom head. It's just you and me," Cyan said. "I always thought you'd look better with a teal hair dye instead of your usual pink, but right now you're all I've got."
The small wooden trinket did not respond.
"What we've got to do is find some food and water," Cyan continued as she stood up. "Somehow, this fountain doesn't have any water, so our next best option is finding a stream or something. You hear anything?"
...
"Exactly. That means we're nowhere close. We'd better start looking."
Cyan began her scrutinous search of the immediate forest area.
"We're at the final six, Wisdom head. That's when you got rid of Shadya, right? We got rid of her earlier this time, but there are still big threats to deal with. Maybe this'll be our round."
...
"You know how it is," Cyan nodded. "And hey, whenever I meet the actual you in real life, I'll buy you a drink for being such a good listener. I'm sure the real you is a good listener, too. You seem like a sweetheart."
...
Cyan laughed awkwardly to herself.
Confessional:
Cyan: I am an extrovert, okay? I do not mess with long stints of being alone! Especially when it's this late in the game and everyone probably foraged all the food already! I rate this experience an orange out of blue. It just misses out on being red because at least the Wisdom Statue was there for me.
The contestants met up at McLean Park at the usual time, though none of the hosts were present. An intern led Cyan to the rest of them.
"Thanks, Dan," Cyan appreciated. She turned to the players. "Where's Chris and them?"
"That's what I'm, um, wondering myself," Kun admitted.
"Hold up... is that music?" Hugh asked, turning his head.
The electric guitars grew louder as six ATVs drove up to the scene in a V formation. The boisterous rap metal blaring from the speakers caused most of the players to wince; Hugh pumped his fist excitedly.
Upon reaching the players massive machines circled around them. Chris, Topher, Lindsay, Chef, Jayne, and Greg all lowered the tinted windows to acknowledge the contestants.
"This one's gonna be awesooooooooome!" Hugh raved.
The cars slowed to a stop, and the hosts all hopped out.
"You'd better believe it's gonna be awesome!" Chris boasted. "First off, welcome back, Cyan."
"Yeah, hi, what on earth are we going to be doing here?!" Cyan asked.
"It's another endurance challenge. How long can you put up with being hit by a car over and over?" Vladimir joked.
"Finally," Frita chimed in.
"Today's challenge is simple," Chris said.
He pressed a button on a remote control, and several huge balloons inflated all around each vehicle.
"The goal here is to drive around the park, and pop all your opponents' balloons, while making sure yours stay safe. Last two players with balloons intact win Invincibility, last player altogether wins penthouse privilege."
"Seems pretty straightforward," Brittany accepted.
"I'd remind you not to die, but I feel like all of you have survived worse," Topher commented.
"None of the danger she had was real," Hugh claimed as he gestured towards Cyan.
"Nils broke my god damn leg and it hurt like hell, I don't wanna hear it!" Cyan refuted.
"Besides, what's the scariest thing you've done?" Vladimir asked. "Sit in a room full of dolls?"
"Hey, you leave the dolls out of it!" Hugh threatened.
"I still don't get what's so scary about dolls," Lindsay frowned. "I still have all my Barbies!"
"That's your safety risk, not mine!" Hugh growled.
"But yeah, if there are no questions..." Chris lowered his sunglasses over her eyes. "It's time to ride!"
"Wooooo!" Topher, Lindsay, Chef, Jayne, and Greg backed up with varying degrees of enthusiasm.
Confessional:
Hugh: You artards don't understand. Driving in a pimpin' ride with no regard for anyone's safety has always been my dream! And now we're supposed to be driving these things around and crashing into each other? This is what Total Drama's all about, baby! This is my moment!
Kun: W-Well, um, hopefully doing this makes it clear that I'm not as big of a pushover as people say. Would a pushover do something like this if he wasn't told to? Only... I am being told to, technically. ...But I'm doing it willingly, and that's what's important!
Frita: Car crashes are scary in the moment, but despite what those driving safety videos tell you, they're hardly an interesting way to go. You need to draw out the fear, really torture someone. Vehicular manslaughter happens too quickly. So I'm not scared about this challenge.
The six contestants each sat in the driver's seat of their vehicles, equally spaced apart in a big open area of the park. Each had a different color of large balloon attached to each corner, as well as the sides of the ATV.
"Are you readayyyyyyyy?!" Chris called.
He let loose the sound of an airhorn, officially beginning the challenge. The six players turned on the ignition and rocketed forward towards each other.
"Gangway, motherfuckers!" Hugh cackled into his vehicle's installed megaphone.
Brittany slammed into the side of his vehicle, popping one of his balloons.
"Hey!" Hugh snapped. "We can work together here, you know!"
"Not if you announce it to everybody!" Brittany objected.
"I didn't until after you hit me!" Hugh argued.
Brittany drove away just in time to avoid an incoming attack from Frita. Hugh caught on and drove away as well.
"No, don't. Please come back," Frita droned facetiously.
At the other end of the field, Cyan and Kun chased after Vladimir relentlessly.
"I never knew I was such a heartthrob," Vladimir joked.
"Yes, well, um, your heart will... stop... throbbing... when we're done with you!" Kun responded.
"Damn, that was the coolest thing you've ever said," Cyan complimented.
"Aw, thanks," Kun blushed.
Vladimir slammed on his brake. Kun couldn't slow down in time, and ran directly into the rear bumper, costing him a balloon. Cyan swerved out of the way.
"There are other people you need to deal with, too. Don't forget that," Vladimir smiled as he drove towards the other three.
"To be, um, fair, you just happened to start in between the two of us..." Kun attempted.
"He's right. Just go with the flow," Cyan encouraged.
"The, the flow? I don't know the flow!" Kun panicked.
"Just do whatever. Don't think too hard about it," Cyan clarified.
Kun rammed into Cyan's car, costing them both a balloon.
Cyan took a deep breath. "Alright, try going after Hugh instead."
"Sorry..." Kun gulped.
Confessional:
Cyan: I appreciate that Kun's doing his best, but I can't be telling him what to do all the time. Isn't he gearing up to be a CEO or something anyway? How is he still so unassertive?
Brittany: I'm not thinking too hard about who's in which car. Hesitating will just make it easier for the others to catch me off guard. I can't afford to let that happen. Not in the anything-goes portion of the game.
Brittany speeded towards Cyan, who only just swerved out of the way in time.
"Brittany, it's me!" Cyan called.
"If you hesitate trying not to hit your friends, it's just going to cost you!" Brittany rationalized. "No hard feelings!"
Cyan hit a U-turn and drove into one of Brittany's balloons. She made a getaway before Brittany could react.
"You know what, fair enough," Brittany sighed.
Hugh and Kun headed right for each other. Hugh approached with a ready grin. Kun gulped, looking around for other options but not moving out of the way.
They came closer.
Closer.
Too close!
Kun swerved out of the way just late enough for Hugh to graze one of his balloons and pop it.
"And Kun has already lost half his balloons!" Chris announced. "It's not over 'til it's over, brah!"
"That is true," Kun told himself. "That is true."
Hugh had already made his escape, so Kun headed towards the closest vehicle. He crashed perpendicular to the opposing car's rear, popping both balloons.
"Huh. Didn't expect that from you," Vladimir commented.
"Y-Yeah, well, uh..." Kun attempted. "That's, that's your own fault!"
"I don't disagree," Vladimir nodded. He drove away.
Frita observed the carnage from afar.
"How come nobody's crashing their car into me?" she huffed.
Confessional:
Frita: Come on, I'm not that much of a non-factor, am I? I did alright in the past couple of challenges... (She sighs.) I guess that's my own fault for holding onto a couple of flukes like they meant anything.
Vladimir: I'm not off to a great start, but it's like Chris said, it isn't over until it's over. If I focus on avoiding the others rather than trying to take them out, it should buy me enough of a chance to slip through the cracks while the others gun for each other.
Brittany T-boned Frita's car, costing them both a balloon.
"Ahhhhhh!" Frita squealed. She floored the gas pedal, sending her careening across the field.
"Er, sorry for startling you!" Brittany offered.
Frita did not stop driving nor screaming. Everyone else was just able to get out of the way to avoid her hitting them, though the tree she crashed into was not so lucky. A second and a half after the airbag deployed, all of Frita's remaining balloons exploded at once.
"Oh yeah, the balloons will all peace out on their own if you end up wrecking your ride!" Chris announced over bullhorn. "I didn't think I'd have to tell you this, but... don't crash your cars! Frita's out!"
"I'm okay, by the way..." Frita groaned as she stumbled out of her ATV.
"Oh, geez..." Brittany murmured. "I hope I didn't mess her brakes up somehow."
Kun grazed past one of Brittany's balloons with just enough force to pop it.
"I'll apologize to her after the challenge!" Brittany reacted, swerving away from Kun.
Cyan and Hugh drove around in a circle, daring the other to make the first move.
"You won't do it," Hugh goaded.
"You definitely won't do it," Cyan countered.
"Oh, that's it!" Hugh sped towards Cyan.
"Wait, that's all it took?!" Cyan panicked.
She managed to drive out of the way just in time for Hugh to miss and slam against Vladimir's car. Both men lost a balloon in the process.
"Hey, out of my way, I need to kick Cyan's ass!" Hugh scolded.
"Not if I kick yours first!" Cyan shouted as she drove up to the two.
"Have fun. Bye now," Vladimir smiled as he drove off.
Confessional:
Hugh: I've still got a small lead over the others. If things keep up at this rate, I'll be safe! But the same would be true for Cyan, which would suck! I gotta shift gears if I want my way tonight!
Brittany: I mean, obviously someone was going to get hurt at some point in this challenge. It's a lot less comfortable when you're the one who hurts someone. Heh, go figure, right? At least Frita can walk this off. I think. I hope.
Hugh: ...Dear god, I just made a pun on accident. This corny-ass game is really getting to me.
"It's another beautiful day in Drama City, and the carnage is coming!" Topher commentated. "Five of our final six are battling it out for sweet Invincibility, and the chance to stay in the Blaising Tower penthouse. Brittany, Kun, and Vladimir still have three balloons left, Hugh has four, and Cyan's still sitting pretty with five! Anything can happen, and I can't wait to see what 'anything' is!"
"It's probably going to be them crashing into each other until two people win," Lindsay offered.
"How did you make that sound lame?!" Topher reacted.
"Car accidents aren't supposed to be cool, Topher!" Lindsay scolded.
"You don't play a lot of video games, do you?" Topher remarked.
"Not the killy kinds, just fun little puzzles on my phone," Lindsay answered.
As Hugh chased after Cyan, the two swerved past several obstacles in the landscape, and took a sharp turn upon almost hitting Kun.
"You'll never catch me!" Cyan called.
"That's what your mom said!" Hugh called back.
"Does Kaylin know you cheated on her?!" Cyan taunted. "And with a woman twice her age, no less!"
"Hey, you leave Kaylin out of my stupid juvenile jokes!" Hugh roared.
He slammed on the gas, though Cyan dodged out of the way just in time. Instead, Hugh slammed directly into Vladimir, sending the latter spinning. Vladimir's airbag deployed, and all his balloons popped.
"Ooh, and Vladimir has a nasty accident!" Chris commented. "Two contestants are out, two contestants will win, so only two more must fall!"
Hugh drove up to Brittany.
"You want to call that truce yet?" Hugh asked.
"No time for thinking. Just popping balloons indiscriminately," Brittany said.
"It's as easy as not going for my red ones!" Hugh insisted. "You can differentiate red from other colors, right?!"
"Keep talking down to me and I might forget how," Brittany warned him. She drove away.
Confessional:
Vladimir: No matter how well things go, it can all go up in smoke in an instant. ...I'm sure that can turn into a metaphor for something related to the game, but that's too easy. Either way, I will have to remain diligent, even if not during this challenge.
Cyan: Honestly, there's no strategic benefit to keeping Hugh's attention on me in this challenge. It'd be better if he went after the people who had less balloons. But damn if poking fun at his petty ass isn't worth it anyway!
Brittany chased after Kun, who tried to remain focused on the road.
"What do I do...?" Kun asked himself. "Okay, when faced with a problem, you think about the strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and... risks? No, it begins with a T, that's why it's the SWOT method. So, um-"
Cyan clipped past one of Kun's balloons, popping it while making a clean getaway. Kun yelped, and he slammed on the brakes in a panic. Brittany, unable to react in time, crashed directly into Kun's vehicle, costing her two balloons.
"Ooh, and some nasty carnage between Brittany and Kun!" Chris enthused.
"First time for everything," Topher remarked.
"They're both still in it, so never give up!" Lindsay cheered.
"That's what I keep tellin' myself to get by," Chef murmured to Greg and Jayne.
"Your concern is appreciated," Jayne smiled.
"I, wha- I was talking 'bout myself!" Chef explained.
"There are two of you?" Jayne asked.
"...What?" Chef blinked.
"You claim that the statement 'They're both still in it, so never give up!' applies to yourself," Jayne explained. "Thus, in order for the 'both' qualifier to emerge true, there must be two of you. Otherwise it does not apply to you, and I have no reason to believe you are dishonest."
"Is Chef the twin to Vladimir I've heard so much about?" Greg wondered.
"Take a hard look at me n' ask that again," Chef grunted.
Greg took a hard look at Chef.
"Y'know what, I'm goin' to the bathroom," Chef decided, leaving before Greg could repeat himself.
"Have fun!" Jayne offered.
Hugh continued his chase after Cyan.
"Keep running, Cyan!" Hugh jeered. "When I catch you, you're, you're going to have to change your name to, uh... Light Purple!"
"Is that supposed to be cyan mixed with red?" Cyan asked flatly. "Because mixing cyan and red pigments just makes black! They're complimentary colors!"
"You're so cool!" Hugh reacted facetiously.
"Cool as a mellow icy blue, darling," Cyan grinned.
Kun drove at a medium place, keeping his eye on the others.
"If I can catch one of them off guard by hitting them from the side..." Kun thought aloud. "Might as well give it a shot."
Confessional:
Kun: It's a fine line where you, um, have to put yourself in danger to get ahead. Not unlike Total Drama as a whole. Except this challenge might end with me being a splat on the grass. And that is n-not the legacy I was raised to follow!
Hugh: Cyan's not even my target in this round, but damn if I was going to let her think she's got the one-over on me! She thinks she's so cool because she's tall, and fashionable, and just quirky enough to be charming... I'll show her I can be most of those things AND win!
Kun lined himself up with Cyan and Hugh, and stepped on the gas. He darted a little ahead of where they were, trying to lead his shot. Seeing the oncoming vehicle, both Cyan and Hugh swerved to the left, missing Kun and leaving him to crash into a tree. His balloons popped.
"Hate to see it," Frita commented.
"And Kun is out!" Chris announced. "Only three players left, and things aren't looking so good for one of them."
"Thanks!" Brittany called.
"I didn't say it was anyone specific!" Chris chuckled. "Cyan's being chased, and Hugh is... well, Hugh."
"Hey!" Hugh objected.
Brittany began chasing Hugh.
"Hey!" Hugh objected.
"Can't catch me if I'm behind you," Brittany claimed.
Hugh slammed on his brakes, causing the two to collide into each other as Brittany just slammed her own brakes. It came at the cost of one balloon each - or in Brittany's case, her last balloon.
"Brittany is out!" Chris announced. "Cyan and Hugh have Invincibility! Who's going to get that sweet penthouse for the day?"
"Hugh can have it," Cyan stated.
"Whazzat?" Topher asked.
"I've already been there, I don't need it that bad," Cyan said.
"What, after you were just in Isolation? Don't give me that! Put up a fight!" Hugh ranted.
"I don't got the energy to put up a fight BECAUSE I was in Isolation!" Cyan huffed. "Let's just end this and vote somebody out so I can go eat something."
"Fair enough," Hugh figured.
Cyan slowed to a stop and parked her vehicle. Hugh jumped out of his (while it was still moving), ran up to Cyan's ATV, and punched her last remaining balloons, popping them.
"Okayyyyy..." Chris intoned. "Hugh gets the penthouse! Let's all head to Elimination Station and get rid of one of you so Cyan can eat, I guess!"
"How does it feel knowing one of us will be Cyan's meal ticket?" Vladimir asked Frita, Kun, and Brittany.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Cyan called.
"The privileged never do mean it like that," Vladimir tutted.
"Hey, is everyone there?!" a voice called.
A young man with short brown hair and sunglasses tripped over himself as he ran up to join everyone.
"I made it!"
"Fred? The challenge is over," Chris told him. "Besides, you were supposed to be here for tomorrow's challenge."
"I was? That's not what they told me," Fred frowned. "Tomorrow is Vanessa's turn."
"Oh my-" Chris stopped himself from saying something he'd regret. "Contestants, head to Elimination Station. I'll talk with Nelson after we're done."
"What am I supposed to do?" Fred asked.
"Go back to the entrance and wait for your ride," Topher dismissed.
"Dawg, that's wiggity-wack to the highest degree," Fred sighed.
Confessional:
Cyan: The good news: I'm safe. The bad news: I have no idea where anybody's head is at right now. At least the open forum means people just kind of throw each other's names out there. I can figure out what to do from there.
Hugh: Brittany and I have deals with pretty much everyone right now. I can safely watch the fireworks and determine what the best course of action for us is. What are the others going to do, vote me out?! (He cackles.)
Frita: ...I definitely threw out my back in that crash. (She groans.)
The final six exited the elevator in the ceremony room of Elimination Station. The dark black-and-red galaxy patterns of the ceilings and walls heightened their pre-existing anxiety about the vote to come. Kiki, Louise, Shadya, Bailey, and Quentin stood in wait as everyone took their lecterns.
Chris sat up in his elevated chair, and clapped his hands to grab everyone's attention. "And we're back at it again with another elimination! Who's excited?" He beamed as silence pierced the room. "Well, anyway, you guys know how it works. Thirty minutes to decide your vote, don't interact with the jurors, let's get this ball rolling!"
"W-Well, I think this one will be, um, pretty straightforward," Kun claimed. "Vladimir's not invincible anymore, so, um, there's no reason not to vote for him."
"What if I said 'pretty please'?" Vladimir offered.
"Oh, well, um..." Kun gulped.
"Kun, boo, come on," Cyan muttered.
"Y-You're right, I shouldn't back down on this!" Kun declared.
Kun cast his vote.
"I wasn't even going to target you, Kun. And in fact, I still won't," Vladimir mentioned.
"Well, um, that's your prerogative! I can't make you do anything!" Kun proclaimed. "E-Except, um, leave!"
"Cyan's safe, so who the hell are you gunning for, exactly?" Hugh snorted.
"Come now, Hugh, isn't that obvious?" Vladimir asked. "I'll give credit where credit is due, I can't imagine it's easy to have made it this far when you joined the game with a target already on your back. I respect that. But I also fear it."
Vladimir cast his vote.
"Brittany, you're an excellent player, but only one of us can win," Vladimir concluded.
"Well, I'm disappointed, but not surprised," Brittany sighed. "No matter what I do, it's all just going to come down to me winning. Always has, always will, no matter what else I do."
"Weren't you listening? He said you're an excellent player, that goes beyond last season and you know it!" Frita scoffed.
"Oh yes, the glowing praise of my game, which is so impressive because I should have been voted out forever ago!" Brittany ranted. "I'm sick and tired of it, Vladimir knows it, he's getting to me on purpose, and the worst part is that it's working!"
"He's kind of messed up like that," Cyan commented.
"It's also hilariously cowardly," Hugh laughed. "Vlad's not safe, but his target is, so he's immediately throwing Brittany under the bus because he knows that's his best chance of sticking around."
"How is that cowardly? That's just smart," Frita growled.
"Hey now, Frita, don't let him get to you," Vladimir urged.
"Because the actual smart thing to do here is target Kun!" Hugh explained. "Kun, as we all know, is just Cyan's second vote. Cyan, AKA, Vladimir's biggest rival. If he was smart, he'd push for that loose end to be cut. It'd make the final five round a hell of a lot safer if he makes it. Which he probably would, if that's what he chose."
"H-Hey, I am not just, um... I'm my own person!" Kun objected.
"Besides, Hugh, it's not like you're convincing me to take you or whatever plan you have in mind seriously at all," Cyan added.
"Was I ever, Cyan? Was I ever?" Hugh dismissed.
"It's just too easy at this point," Cyan commented.
"Hey, Frita?" Brittany asked. "I was serious when I said I'd be willing to help you out. Just because Vladimir voted for me doesn't mean I can't help him, too. Hugh backstabbed Bailey, and I'm still pretty obviously working with him."
"Tch... You think your words mean anything?" Frita asked. "Anyone can say anything when their back is against the wall."
"My back is only against the wall because Vladimir is too insecure about his chances of beating me!" Brittany exasperated.
"And you think I'm any more secure?" Frita laughed awkwardly. "Have you met me?!'
Frita cast her vote.
"Frita! We could have voted out Kun! We could have held the majority!" Hugh scolded.
"Like I care. You would have turned on me the minute Cyan won another challenge anyway," Frita claimed.
"As if Cyan isn't actively gunning for your closest ally! As if she wouldn't pick you instead if he was safe!" Hugh shouted.
"There's also the factor that you're annoying, and this will make it easier to vote you out next time," Frita sneered.
"...Well, it's your funeral," Brittany said.
Brittany cast her vote.
"If Kun and I have already voted for Vladimir, then Hugh and Cyan should clinch it," Brittany explained.
Vladimir smirked and stretched his arms nonchalantly.
"Yeah, the pretending-not-to-care act ain't working here, pal," Hugh taunted.
Hugh cast his vote.
Everyone's eyes turned to Cyan, the last one to cast her vote.
"Well, Cyan?" Vladimir asked. "You got what you wanted. I'm going to leave this game, and you get to put the final nail in the coffin."
Cyan narrowed her eyes at the screen on her lectern. She sighed through her nose, and held onto her chin.
"Cyan?" Brittany asked. "Come on, it's not that hard a decision..."
"This is quite literally the chance you've been waiting for! What's the hold up?!" Hugh pestered.
"Cyan, I don't know what you're, um, thinking, but... this is your chance," Kun added.
"Yes Cyan, do what everyone tells you. That's how you gain people's respect," Frita remarked.
"Cyan!" Brittany called.
"Cyan!" Kun called.
"Oh my god, can all of y'all just shut the hell up for a minute?!" Cyan snapped.
Cyan cast her vote.
"I've got the votes!" Chris announced. "If anybody wants to play a Statue, now's the time to do so."
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"Alright, I'll read the votes!" Chris announced. "First vote... Brittany."
Brittany took a deep breath.
"Second vote... Vladimir."
Vladimir smiled.
"Third vote... Brittany."
Brittany tapped her fingers nervously on her lectern.
"Fourth vote... Vladimir."
Vladimir clapped his hands together.
"Fifth vote... Vladimir."
"Well guys, congratulations. You did it," Vladimir said.
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"And by 'Congratulations, you did it', I mean 'Congratulations. You convinced Cyan to not vote for me somehow'!" Vladimir laughed.
"Cool your jets, big shot. This was my decision and my decision alone," Cyan denied.
Several jurors reacted physically, either shocked, impressed, or a mix of both.
"Well, I'm not surprised, and honestly I'm not that disappointed," Brittany said. "I can't blame you for making a move. But what I am, Cyan, is hurt. Is this really the best play for you?"
"You know what? I think it is," Cyan concluded. "We're heading into the final five. What happens if Vladimir goes? You and Hugh pull in Frita to gun for me? She'd probably do it. I'm the big scary player who got rid of one of the most effective threats in this game. A threat Frita is close to."
"I wish that wasn't so accurate," Frita sighed. "I hate people acting like they know me... and being right."
"If Vladimir goes home, I am objectively in a worse position than I would be if he stayed," Cyan explained.
"You trust us that little?!" Hugh snapped.
"I know your ass has been calling me this big threat behind my back!" Cyan retorted. "If I'mma be a target anyway, I might as well keep the devil I know."
"Hey, by the way, the revote hasn't happened yet, and nothing's official," Chris reminded everyone. "I'll start the ten-minute timer now, but keep in mind that the four of you who aren't at risk need to cast your vote again."
"Alright, listen up!" Hugh began.
"No, Hugh, you listen," Brittany interrupted. "I'm not thrilled about this either... But please do not ruin any chance I might have by shouting at everyone. I don't think I could take it if even you contribute to me leaving."
"Excuse me?! I'm helping you out over here!" Hugh shouted.
"No, you're not!" Brittany scolded. "Nobody's impressed by your posturing, Hugh! It's just annoying and making people want to work against you!"
"And what's this, then? Burning your last bridge because you're frustrated that you're about to get voted out?!" Hugh snarled. "Because it's not working! I need you, and you know it! My position would be even worse if you left than Cyan's if Vladimir left! So like hell am I letting you go home!"
Cyan, Frita, and Kun cast their votes in quick succession.
"You really should listen to people sometimes, Hugh," Vladimir condescended.
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Hugh roared.
Hugh cast his vote.
"I have the votes!" Chris announced. "Who's ready to hear 'em?"
"God damn it!" Hugh shouted.
"First vote... Brittany."
"It's whatever..." Brittany sighed. "I was probably screwed the second Cyan cast her vote for me."
"That's not true!" Hugh denied. "Kun voted for Vladimir, too! There's no way he didn't!"
"Second vote... Vladimir."
"Me?" Kun asked. "If the vote tied, it'd go to a, um, random elimination, right?"
"Third vote... Brittany."
"Yeah, and it'd be either me or Kun going home. Not worth it for either of us," Frita mentioned.
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"Brittany, you are the sixth member of our jury."
Brittany sighed and shook her head. "I did my best. I can't blame anybody if I don't do quite as well in a season full of all-stars."
"Which season is that?" Frita mocked.
"I want you to know this is nothing personal," Cyan told Brittany. "I just gotta do what's best for me."
"No, I don't blame you," Brittany assured her. She wiped tears from her eyes. "I probably would have done the same if the positions were reversed."
"It may have sounded disingenuous before, but I do believe you positioned yourself amazingly throughout this season," Vladimir told Brittany. "You would have won if you made it to the end, no questions asked."
"Yeah, that ah... That doesn't make it hurt any less." Brittany forced a smile.
"Oh, my bad," Vladimir said. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."
"Save the smooth-talking for the end. You'll need it," Brittany implied.
"You flatter me," Vladimir responded.
Brittany turned to Hugh, who refused to look at her.
"Well, Chris, I have nothing more to say."
"Sounds good!" Chris enthused.
He pressed a button on a remote control, and the ceiling opened up. As always, the Shackle of Shame made its way down and grabbed Brittany by the waist. The mechanical arm lifted her off the ground and dragged her above ground, at which point, the ceiling closed.
"The final five... Not many people can say they've made it this far," Chris stated.
"I could before this season started," Vladimir chimed in.
"Yeah, and if you keep at it, that's as far as you'll make it this time, too," Hugh scowled.
"Oh, that does remind me. Vladimir, you'll be headed to Isolation Park tonight. We'll see you tomorrow afternoon," Chris mentioned. "Lindsay will take you there. Everyone else, I've got nothing else for you. Dismissed!"
Confessional:
Cyan: That was not an easy decision. I've been wrestling with this possibility all day. You have a lot of time to think when you're in Isolation. Brittany was cool, but I had to cut her now, or I might have been next. I do genuinely believe I can turn this in my favor, though. There's no red light for me now!
Frita: The final five... This feels like a joke. I know I keep saying I'll stick it out for as long as I last, but I'm starting to worry that I might actually make it to the finale. What would I even tell the jury? Oh god, just kill me now.
Hugh: This is bullshit... Fucking BULLSHIT! If any of those chucklefucks think I'm gonna give them an easy time, they're in for a rude awakening! I'm not out of it yet, and that's the biggest factor they're forgetting. I'll make this game mine, just you artards watch!
Kun: Well, people still don't, um, take me very seriously. That's something I've still got to work on. But as long as I haven't lost, that's what's important. I'll reconsider my position, and determine the best outcome. That's a promise.
Vladimir: Haha, I don't know what devil I accidentally made a deal with, but I have to say, it's working out quite nicely. Going to Isolation isn't the best way to keep my status bolstered, but I can work around that. I always seem to.
Chris, Topher, and Lindsay met up outside the limits of Drama City.
"So hey, Fred made it back safely, right?" Chris asked Topher.
"Probably," Topher shrugged. "You never can tell with that guy."
"I think we're rolling," Lindsay mentioned.
"Oh! Uh..." Chris coughed. "Another night, another big player out the door! And now we're down to five."
"Everyone's got a story, but whose story will end in victory?" Topher added.
"I don't think that's for a couple more episodes," Lindsay said.
"It's not, but we're hyping it up," Chris assured her. "What will Hugh do now that his game-long ally is gone? Will Cyan and Vladimir continue to go for each other's throats? Will Frita or Kun step out from under their ally's shadow and surprise everyone?"
"They made it this far for a reason. Guess it depends on what that reason is," Topher figured.
"All this and more, next time, on Total!" Chris started.
"Drama!" Topher and Lindsay continued.
"Party with the Stars!" all three concluded.
Votes:
Brittany - Vladimir
Cyan - Brittany
Frita - Brittany
Hugh - Vladimir
Kun - Vladimir
Vladimir - Brittany
Kun flipped on the revote, but all other eligible voters stayed the same.
The Merge:
Cyan - The Sweet Madame Blue
Frita - The Morbid Artist
Hugh - The Head Villain
Kun - The Awkward Team Leader
Vladimir - The Untrustworthy Impostor
6th: Brittany - The Loyal Bombshell
7th: Quentin - The Lucky Ornithologist
8th: Bailey - The Pragmatic Poet
9th: Shadya - The Genius Athlete
10th: Louise - The Friendly PE Teacher
11th: Kiki - The Strategic Hipster
Eliminated Pre-Merge:
12th: Dalit - The Social Media Model
13th: Nolan - The Wildcard Gambler
14th: Irving - The Chaotic Pirate
15th: Steve Jenkins - The Vlog Icon
16th: Jean-Marie - The Homeless Frenchman
17th: Ernie - The Lazy Law Student
18th: Joseph - The True Bro
19th: Isidora - The Asocial Bookworm
20th: Lilith - The Harbinger of Unrest
A/N: Brittany was a lock for this season once I started considering who would come back for another go. Probably my most well-liked winner up to this point, and an easy protagonistic character to keep the gameplay moving along, I knew Brittany would be a fun character to keep exploring (heh) during another shot at the game. Having her challenge herself to staying loyal made for gameplay decisions and moral decisions that she wouldn't have otherwise, and her close working relationship with Hugh of all people exemplified that. She was never meant to go early necessarily, but I hadn't initially planned on letting her go so far, either. It just never felt right to cut her until now. Maybe that's just me; what do you think?