Total Drama Stardom (Take Two) Chapter 1: All Bricked Up, a total drama series fanfic

The scene opened over the film lot from Total Drama Action, where the one and only Chris McLean stood in the center of a large stage, a smirk on his face as he did so, "Welcome back, Total Drama fans!"

"After the success of Total Drama Digital Mayhem - in which I was amazing so you should absolutely watch it - we're back at the scene of our second season, Total Drama Action," Chris explained, as he walked along the stage, a brief hint of nostalgia crossing his features, "Ah… the good old days when all I needed for a good show was for Owen to fart. Takes me back, really."

"But, some things never change, and that includes what matters most… the deadly challenges," the host giddily announced, throwing his arms out, "We managed to get a full line-up of movie-inspired challenges to really put our fourteen new teens through the wringer… you won't believe what movies we managed to get the rights to use. And as always, there's one million bucks up for whichever contestant sucks the least."

"Who are these fourteen new victims… I mean, contestants? And what movies did I definitely get the rights to use? Find out now, on Total! Drama! Stardom!"

The host spread his arms wide out enthusiastically at those words, as a blimp slowly floated into frame behind him.

The intro song started with, as always, cameras popping out of various corners of the film lot - the first popped out of one of the trailers' doors, a second knocked open a trash can, and a third was taped onto a bird… which flew off of the post it was sat on and immediately fell to the ground, not handling the weight at all.

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine, you guys are on my mind,

The camera soon zoomed over the film lot, starting from Chris's personal trailer, where the host gave it a wide, self-satisfied smirk as it passed over him, as Chef stood by his side, the cook sharpening his kitchen knife with an eye-roll at the host's self-obsessed behaviour.

You asked me what I wanted to be, and now I think the answer is plain to see,

The next target was a large space-themed set, where Celeste was looking towards the fake stars curiously - however, she didn't notice Dylan's leg on the ground, and tripped over it, much to the prankster's delight.

I wanna be famous!

Meanwhile, in a swamp set, Dustin and Rina were perched on a tree, the archer stood at the top in a stoic pose, while the diver rolled her eyes, effortlessly jumping into the swamp water below with a flamboyant flip while Emery rolled their yo-yo back-and-forth with a curious glance.

I wanna live close to the sun, go pack your bags 'cause I've already won,

Elsewhere, in a jungle-themed set, Mikaio was wandering around, seemingly lost, as Roark and Ally suddenly jumped out of the bushes dramatically, the wrestler flexing his muscles as the roleplayer cast her staff out with a dramatic flourish, amusing the wanderer.

Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day,

The camera then flew into an abandoned building set, where Melinda and Sunny were both wandering around - a flashlight in the mechanic's hand while the streamer held up his phone, as sudden movement startled them - they turned around, only to see May fast asleep beneath a pile of books, to their relief.

'Cause I wanna be famous!

The shot finally went to the contestants' trailers, on the outside of which Tyson was running laps while Zinnia hyped him up with loud cheering, the athlete giving her a high-five as he passed by.

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na,

The camera next flew into one of the trailers, the scene transitioning into the makeup booth confessional, where Rayna was creating a full-blown shipping chart involving the entire cast. The shipper gave the camera a small grin, as it backed out of there immediately.

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous! I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!

The camera then just followed around the interns, who were setting up a challenge as Chris looked over them - one intern was soon chased by a rogue alligator, however, completely preventing any further set-up as the camera flew straight up to avoid the chaos before it got too out of hand.

(Whistling) I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

The scene quickly shifted to night, and the camera flew right back down, as the two hosts stood over a set of Gilded Chris statues and looked towards the other with a knowing smirk, as the cast whistled the theme from the bleachers.

Within the blimp, the fourteen contestants were each sat around the main hull, most of them trying to pass the time in some way, shape or form.

One of the contestants was currently reading through what was apparently a spellbook, engrossed in the tome's writings. She was a 5'3 fair-skinned girl with green eyes that scanned the pages, and straight, neck-length brown hair. She was wearing a red cloak over a brown tunic, pants and boots, and a necklace with a small, probably fake jewel encrusted in it was around her neck, giving her a general look of a mage from a fantasy novel.

Approaching her was a 5'8 lean, tanned guy wearing a long, light brown hooded jacket with a green hood. Below that he wore a light brown shirt with orange highlights, beige pants and boots. He had brown hair in a braid, and his amber eyes from behind his glasses gave him a general look of sheer haughtiness as he dusted off his jacket.

"'Arcane Spells: Book Three?'" he read out loud with a condescending roll of his eyes, "If this is the competition I'm up against, then this'll be yet another easy victory for me."

"These spells are far beyond your power level, ranger," she immediately retorted, snapping the spellbook shut and throwing a staff into his face suddenly, which to his credit hardly fazed him, "I, the Great Mage Ally, take that as a challenge - prepare to face magic the likes of which you have never seen before!"

"Of course you do," the archer snarked, pushing her staff down with an unamused deadpan, "I'm Dustin. You can consider yourself lucky I even bothered to tell you my name, since victory is all but assured for somebody as skilled as I am."

"Ohoho… you underestimate my magical prowess," Ally chuckled, flipping her cape with her free arm, "My mage's intuition tells me you won't last long if you're always this obnoxious, by the way."

Dustin frowned at that, crossing his arms as an overconfident grimace crossed his face, "Then I just won't lose, it's that simple, really. My current victories prove that I can do that already, and this will be no different… mark my words."

"We'll see about that," Ally grinned, flipping her spellbook open to tell the archer she was done talking to him - Dustin moved out to a corner, which he leant against as he evaluated the rest of the competition.

While the archer brooded in the corner, another contestant was listening to music on top of some boxes, electric blue headphones covering her ears. She was 5'6 tall with a lithe build, and she wore a loose black top under a vivid yellow jacket with a lightning decal. She also wore yellow tracksuit pants with black stripes, and black sneakers. She had fair skin, and her spiky blonde hair was clearly intentional, running to around chin-level.

Sat next to her was a very feminine-looking guy, who stood at just 5'2 tall. He wore a unisex top with a gradient going down from yellow to orange, alongside a blue shirt, yellow sneakers, and thigh-high socks. He also had fair skin, and his blonde hair ran straight to around neck-level. He gave the girl next to him a curious glance.

"What're you listening to?" he asked her curiously, peeking over to try and listen in.

"A little thing I made myself - shocking, right?" the girl replied, a small grin crossing her face as she placed her headphones on the guy's head, "I'm Zinnia, or as I'm known by the crowds, DJ Plasma!"

He listened to it for a moment, smiling at the high-energy music, "Hey, this is really good! And where are my manners - I'm Sunny Daye - you might have heard of me from my streams - I'm SunLitFemboy on all of my channels… though most people still know me as Sunny."

"I knew you'd have good taste - you just looked like you would!" Zinnia grinned, loudly cheering and pumping her fist, oblivious to the stares some of the others gave her, "Definitely good to have a kinda popular streamer call my music good though… that's some good publicity right there, haha!"

"You… just said that out loud," Sunny blinked at her, returning the DJ's headphones to her.

"Ehhh… force of habit," Zinnia shrugged, taking her headphones back and putting them around her neck with a swing of her arm, "Anyways, I'm ready to take this whole show by storm, hell yeah - you better be ready to bring the thunder!"

Sunny grinned, her high energy bouncing off onto him as he gave her a playful, yet slightly competitive, grin, "Ohoho, you bet I will - I don't wanna disappoint my fans now, do I?"

Zinnia snapped her fingers together, that answer being clearly approved by the DJ, "Exactly!"

The DJ stood in place for a moment, seemingly figuring out what she wanted to say, "So… wanna hear my other stuff - trust me, it's all good."

"Sure, why not?" Sunny smiled, sitting back down as he listened to music with the DJ.

Beyond Sunny and Zinnia, another guy was wandering around the airship without a care in the world. He was lean, standing at 5'8 with soft brown skin and unkempt brown hair. He wore an oversized green shirt with lighter green stripes, brown cargo pants and green shoes, and he had a general easy-going aura about him. His brown eyes seemed to be at ease, soon moving over to his next point of interest.

Said point of interest was a 5'8 fair-skinned girl with an average build. She had long black hair that covered one of her grey eyes, and wore a purple jacket with the inside revealing a galaxy-print pattern over a black shirt with a planet graphic, alongside purple pants and brown shoes. She was simply peering out of a window, looking outside out of mild boredom.

"Not a star in sight…" she muttered, shaking her head in disappointment as she turned back to the hull, "Should've expected that, really… we are in the middle of the day, but a girl can hope."

The guy approached her, and peered out of the window too, "Yup… don't think we'll get many stars or anything even when we're there either… too much stage lights and stuff all night, I bet."

"That's a shame," the girl sighed, giving the floor a dejected look, "I was hoping to at least get some stargazing in, at least. I'm Celeste, by the way."

"Name's Mikaio," the wanderer introduced himself, casting Celeste a lazy peace sign as he sat next to her, completely uninvited, "Stargazing's neat, really - I totally agree that it sucks."

"Stargazing, or the fact that I won't get to do any?" the astronomer chuckled, and Mikaio was about to answer when somebody else shouted in.

"Look out below!" that somebody shouted, and before either of them could react, a third figure had suddenly dived from atop a nearby pile of boxes, landing with a perfect flip and a flamboyant pose.

She was 5'7 tall with a lean, athletic build that wasn't muscular, with faintly tanned skin and cyan hair pulled into a ponytail. She wore a cyan top with small wavy patterns and flowy sleeves, with one of her shoulders being open, alongside blue short shorts and cyan sneakers. Her blue eyes turned towards Celeste and Mikaio as if looking for applause, and the wanderer pulled out a sloppily drawn '10' sign out of a box, throwing a pen over his shoulder that didn't go unnoticed.

"And that's how you make an entrance," she grinned cockily with a flick of her ponytail, before she turned around to the other two, "Name's Rina, by the way - the one and only. No need to introduce yourselves, I heard it all from up there."

"Were you just… standing up there preparing to jump the whole time?" Celeste chuckled, looking back up at the pile of boxes Rina came from, "Sounds pretty risky to me…"

"Who's saying I wasn't?" the diver winked mischievously, throwing a small finger gun at the pair, "Don't worry about me, I'm a professional - I've done way bigger dives before."

"Oh, really?" Mikaio questioned curiously, "What's your biggest dive, then? I once dived off of a waterfall in the Amazon entirely on accident, so I'm wondering if you've got anything that can top that."

"I'm sorry, what?" Celeste blankly stared at the wanderer, who looked far too casual for what he just admitted.

"Dude, no way you're telling the truth, you got any proof," Rina rolled her eyes, "Either way, I've done some really high dives myself - 150 meters is my biggest and best for now."

Celeste nodded, impressed, as Mikaio reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo, showing the wanderer screaming in terror as he fell down a waterfall in the Amazon, baffling the diver and the astronomer.

"Mikaio, my guy, how was that even taken?" Rina questioned with a slight chuckle, "That's ridiculous."

"How are you still alive…" Celeste exclaimed in disbelief, shaking her head with a sigh, "That's what I wanna know."

"To answer both of your questions - I have no idea," the wanderer admitted with a laid-back shrug, "But it's a cool story, right?"

As those three continued talking about Mikaio's near-death experience, another contestant was currently taking a nap on top of some other boxes. She was the shortest contestant on the entire airship, being a 4'9, scrawny pale girl, with a messy bedhead of blonde hair and dull blue eyes. She wore a slightly oversized purple sweater - large enough to sink into but still close enough to her size to fit her hands out, grey sweatpants, and pale purple sneakers, making it clear her top priority was to be comfortable.

Sneaking up on her was a pale guy with messy, neck-length black hair, who stood at only a single inch taller than her. His grey eyes glinted with mischief, and he wore a white sweatshirt, grey pants and black shoes, with a galaxy print scarf wrapped around his neck. He had a wiry, lithe build, and just based on the impish grin on his face it was clear he was up to no good.

"Nyehehe… this is so easy it almost isn't fun. Almost," he muttered to himself, as he pulled a whoopee cushion out from under his sweatshirt and planted it next to her head, being sure to be extra quiet so that she wouldn't notice, "An old prank… but it'll work nicely. Gotta save the big stuff for later…"

Once he had finished the set-up, he swiftly snuck behind some boxes, waiting with baited breath for her to hit the cushion. However, he wouldn't get his set-up to work, as rather than hit the cushion herself, she just rolled away from it, causing the prankster to sulk, "Well, Dylan, sometimes you can't get what you want…"

"So I might as well do… this," Dylan pulled out a pair of cymbals from his sweatshirt, and snuck up to his sleepy target. With a loud clang, the prankster forcibly woke her up, a slightly manic grin on his face, "Wakey wakey, sleepyhead!"

Immediately upon being woken up so loudly, she covered her ears, giving Dylan a distasteful glance, "Seriously… can't I get a nap anytime soon…"

"Hit the whoopee cushion next time, and maybe I'll let you have one. Only maybe, though," the prankster playfully grinned, as he slipped the failed prank back into his sweatshirt, "Well, now that you're awake, I wanna know more about the mysterious sleepy person! So… what's your name!"

"I'm May…" she yawned, pulling a hand over her mouth as she stretched herself awake. Dylan seemed like he was waiting for more, and his face fell as she didn't say anything more.

"Seriously?" he pouted childishly, "Is that all you're gonna say, Mayonnaise? Come on, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me literally anything else!"

"Mayonnaise… really? How original," May rolled her eyes, "And fine… I like sleeping. Can I get back to my nap now…?"

"Hmm… no," Dylan flashed her a grin, as he paused for a brief moment, "That ain't gonna cut it… so instead you're gonna learn about me… the Master of Disaster - that's my official title!"

"Nobody calls you that," May rolled her eyes with a tired sigh, picking up on the slight pause.

"Okay, you got me, that was a lie, I just made that whole title up on the spot 'cause I love lying - and that's not a lie," the prankster laughed, his manic energy not dropping despite his partner's lack of conversation, "But it works super well, right?"

"I've known you for… a minute. I don't know anything about you except to not trust you," the daydreamer yawned out, lying back down, "And… I'm going back to sleep until we land… I wanna make sure I'm not too tired when we're there… so go away."

With that, she fell asleep, and Dylan just rolled his eyes and pulled the whoopee cushion out for round two, as another contestant continued his push-ups on the floor, counting them down by himself.

He was one of the taller contestants there, standing at 5'11 with an athletic build and a faint tan. His brown hair was pulled into a short, low, ponytail to stay out of his eyes, and he wore an orange jersey, gray jersey pants and orange sneakers, and his blue eyes gave him a confident look.

"And… 100," he let out with a grin, wiping the sweat off of his brow, "That's enough for now, I think."

Approaching him was perhaps the singular most outrageous individual on the ship, just based on first glance. He had brown skin, and an incredibly muscular build - only made more apparent by his height of 6'6, making him far and away the tallest person on the ship. He wore black wrestling shorts, and black sandals… but had no shirt on. But what truly, above all else, made him stand-out was the black-and-red tiger fursuit mask he had on, covering all angles of his face and making it impossible to make out his expression.

"Getting some reps in, huh?" he commented, crossing his arms with a seemingly satisfied huff.

"You know it, dude," the athletic guy replied with a grin, "Gotta be prepared for the game, y'know? Just call me Tyson."

"Hahaha!" the fursuit-mask wearing guy laughed boisterously, "Finally! Somebody around here who's as prepared as I am - as for me, I'm the one, the only… ROOOOOAAAARRRK CINDERRRRRR!"

Roark let out a thunderous roar as he shouted his name with all of the force of an erupting volcano, causing Tyson to chuckle, "Damn bro, that's one way to make an entrance."

"You've gotta a strong impression - let them know what you're all about!" the wrestler declared loudly, pushing a box over and gesturing to start an arm wrestling contest with the athlete.

"Oh, you're so on, dude," Tyson boasted, a competitive smirk crossing his face as he took his spot against the wrestler, "Just know I don't feel like losing anytime soon!"

"That's what I like in an opponent," Roark nodded back, a bead of sweat rolling down his bare chest, as his arm slightly began pushing Tyson's down.

This display of sheer masculinity caught the attention of another contestant, a 5'7 scrawny girl with pale skin and a black ponytail - red and blue highlights lighting up her otherwise jet-black hair. She wore a red jacket over a blue shirt, with a pink heart decal on both, alongside a blue skirt and red shoes. Her blue eyes lit up at the display, a sly grin crossing her features.

"Ohohoho… I can feel the tension already," she snickered to herself, moving in closer to watch (and stare at Roark's abs) with a slight blush on her face, however the two didn't pay her much mind… which she was grateful for.

After about a minute of pure tension, Tyson used the last of his strength to finally outlast Roark, slamming the wrestler's arm into the box with a grin, "Woo! Good game, man, good game!"

Roark clapped loudly, however his attention soon turned to their watcher, who smirked as she saw the opportunity to introduce herself, "Name's Rayna, matchmaker extraordinaire," she smirked slyly, her eyes not leaving Roark's chest for even a split second - except to check out Tyson for a moment, as she gave the pair a flirty wink, "Gotta say, I'm loving what I'm seeing here guys."

"Well, of course somebody would admire the sheer power of newly forged bromance!" Roark boasted proudly with a flex as Tyson nodded along, "It's simply natural."

"Bromance… riiiiight," Rayna nodded slowly, as she quietly muttered under her breath, "Give it two days and it'll absolutely still be a 'bromance', suurrre."

"Dude, we've literally just met," Tyson caught onto her implication quickly, raising his hands out with an unimpressed chuckle, "There's nothing else to it."

"Uh huh," the matchmaker continued her nodding, a sly grin forming, "Well… just keep doing whatever you were doing before… I'll just sit back and enjoy the sights."

Unfortunately for her, Roark had another idea in mind, "Nonsense! You should join us!'

"Getting sweaty with two hot guys… even though one of them is a furry… not complaining," Rayna scratched her chin in completion before she let out a loose shrug, "The pain will be totally worth it… sure, what the hell."

As Rayna joined the two buff bois, the final two contestants were both minding their own business at the end of the ship, one's yo-yo hitting the other in the back of the head unknowingly as they both sat on small benches. The yo-yo swinger was an androgynous 5'4 individual with tanned skin and spiky lower neck-length bush of brown hair, with their distracted brown eyes more focused on their yo-yo than anything else. They wore a blue hooded jacket open over a white shirt, with blue short shorts and white sneakers finishing their look.

The victim of their yo-yos was a muscular 6'1, dark brown-skinned girl whose brown eyes got increasingly furrowed in irritation at the yo-yo hitting her head. She wore a faded blue jacket, a black shirt, gray jeans and brown boots, all featuring minor oil stains long beyond washing-out times. Her black hair was tied back in dreadlocks, and the brunt of the yo-yo's assault went to the back of her head.

She let out a low groan, turning towards the yo-yo wielder with a harsh glare, "Cut that out," she demanded, crossing her arms as they slung the yo-yo back in with a quick slide.

"Whoops, my bad," they apologised with a cheeky poke of the tongue that didn't help their case, "I was just too busy watching my yo-yo, y'know? But y'know, it's all good, right - it was an accident, right? Right?"

"Yeah, fine, fine," she rolled her eyes, "Just actually look at the world around you, it ain't that hard."

"Eh, I might, I don't really trust to actually agree," they shrugged with a grin, swinging their yo-yo again, "I'm Emery, just so you know."

"Melinda," the mechanic introduced herself back, "Now swing that thing somewhere else before it actually knocks somebody out, or I'll just snap it myself… right know, there's now way in hell I'll be wanting to keep you around if a toy is more interesting."

"Jeez, chill out!" Emery immediately jumped up at her threat, "No way am I moving, me and my yo-yo have been here since we began - I'm not moving just because you told me to!"

Melinda glared at the yo-yo pro, who cast her an equally fiery glare back, neither backing down, "Fine. Since I'm not gonna be able to stop you, but if it hits me again I'm not taking back what I said about snapping it."

"Hey, thanks for being reasonable-ish," the yo-yo pro let out a relieved chuckle, before they went right back to swinging their yo-yo around, this time in the other side of their seating area to avoid hitting Melinda again.

"Alright campers!" Chris then took that as his opportunity to walk in, catching almost everybody's attention… except for May, who was, of course, sleeping, "Welcome to Total Drama Stardom - and, before we do anything big, I've got a question to ask… how do you all feel about big, sudden drops?"

"Huh?" Emery asked with a dumbfounded look on their face, while some others got the memo and started looking for some relative safety from what Chris was planning.

"Don't worry, we have parachutes - so everybody grab one," the host explained, grinning as parachutes were passed around.

"What manner of dark scheme are you planning?" Ally wondered, as she took a parachute and tried to wrap it around her cloak without taking the latter off… which ended up looking really uncomfortable, but it was clear she refused to take her cloak off.

"Yeah, what's your deal?" Rina glared at Chris, who chuckled menacingly as he took a step back into the doorframe of the cockpit.

"Oh, nothing… except dropping you all right into the season - and please try and land on the oversized mattress!" the host gleefully announced, as he pulled a lever - sending contestant, box, and all manner of assorted items flying down towards a strangely multicoloured section of the film lot, a single oversized mattress in the center of it all, "Chef, send us down… to the Lego pit."

While falling, the contestants began to take their shots at opening their parachutes, with Tyson going first - the athlete boldly opened his parachute, and with a sigh of relief it opened up, "Hell yeah!" he cheered, as Dustin fell past him.

The archer silently opened his pack, however he was greeted by only a small collection of owls that popped out of the pack, causing the archer to react with a scoff, "Tch… what a petty distraction… far inferior owls to my own - but I will land perfectly anyways, so it's not a problem."

"And… open!" Past him, Zinnia was dropping, arms flailing rapidly out as she eventually opened up her parachute… with was actually just a set of CDs, which briefly disappointed the DJ out of her panic, "Seriously? CDs? What is this, the 1900s?"

As the DJ returned back to her frantic flailing, May lazily pulled on her own string, revealing a parachute that sent her flying up due to her small size. The daydreamer looked up at it with a small smile, "Phew… didn't wanna land in…" she peered down with a squint, her brow slightly furrowed at the floor below her, "Whatever that is… looks weird to me."

It was Roark's turn to take the plunge, the wrestler free-falling with his elbow out, prepared to do a grand slam as a cat poked its head out of his parachute bag, "Ground, be prepared to feel the full force of the Falling Flare Blitz!" With that, the wrestler continued to drop down, going far faster than anybody else before him.

Roark ended up barging right past a falling Ally, knocking her off-course and sending her to panic-open her parachute, which, fortunately, was real, "Huzzah!" she cheered, "My Spell of Parachute Summoning worked!"

Following Ally, Celeste pulled on her own parachute, sighing as she saw a whole array of balls pop out, "...oh crap," she simply stated in horror, though fortunately Tyson managed to catch her by the leg before she fell too far, "Haha, thanks… I was just about to start screaming, too."

"It's all good, dude," Tyson gave her a big thumbs-up, as he tried moving Celeste to a more comfortable falling position.

On the other hand, Rina was in the same boat as Roark in the 'give-no-fucks-about-her-impending-Lego-brick-related-doom', diving towards the ground in a perfect swan dive - an entire seal, complete with it's own parachute, hopped out of her own parachute pack instead. The diver was laughing the way down, a smug grin on her face, "Now this is diving!" she called out, "Just watch and learn!"

Emery, who was watching but probably not learning, decided to open up their pack, sending a horde of yo-yos flying, "Aww man - I can't even grab them!" they cried out, as their futile attempts to grab another yo-yo for their collection failed pathetically.

Mikaio pulled out his parachute, and the wanderer shrugged with a lazy smirk as he saw it open up, "Welp, guess I'm not getting another crazy dive… oh well, that's life for you, I guess."

"Wanna get one?" Dylan offered with a cheeky grin as he floated down on his own parachute, holding one of the yo-yos that fell out of Emery's pack, "Wait, hold on… bet I can hit somebody… nyehehe…"

The prankster threw the yo-yo at Melinda, who quite frankly, had grown used to yo-yos hitting her head by this point. The mechanic cast a glare at Dylan, "Oh, fuck off!" she shouted to him, as she pulled out her own parachute, "I swear, if I have to deal with another goddamn yo-yo today…"

Rayna pulled out her own parachute, soon floating in next to Melinda with a sly grin, "No worries, I'll take all of the hits for you!" she declared, though the mechanic looked unimpressed at her declaration if anything, since the matchmaker was unsubtly looking her up and down.

That left Sunny, who opened his pack, only for a bunch of phones to come flying out (and hit Rayna in the face, though the shipper did pick one up), "Oh crap…" he chuckled awkwardly as he fell, his eyes wide as he soon approached the mattress, but something else caught his attention first, "Is that… Roark?"

Unfortunately, Roark hit the Lego… and his Falling Flare Blitz sent chunks of the bricks flying at everybody else, rendering all parachutes useless as twelve teenagers (Rina had already hit the mattress with her dive) were sent plummeting onto the mattress.

Once they'd all fallen, Rina looked at them unimpressed, "Come on, nobody even saw my dive? That blows…" she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at the others.

As the twelve mattress-fallers all regained their bearings, Roark re-emerged from the pile of Lego, a boisterous roar escaping the wrestler's mask, "Gwahahaha!" he laughed loudly, despite the many Lego pieces stuck to him, "Now that… was extreme!"

The saner members of the cast (namely Celeste, Sunny and Melinda) gave the wrestler concerned looks, although most were still trying to get off of the mattress.

It was at that moment that Chris made his entrance, the host floating down in his jetpack while Chef joined the many who fell onto the mattress.

"Well… welcome to the film lot!" Chris gleefully announced, as he gestured towards the main part of the film lot… which happened to be a short while away from the Lego pit they were in, "Whaddya think? Pretty neat, huh?"

"Why the fuck are we standing on Lego?" Melinda bluntly asked, glad to have some form of footwear on to prevent any suffering but still… she was nonetheless confused.

"Yeah, this sucks all the energy outta the place!" Zinnia complained, the DJ adjusting her headphones around her neck, "What kind of idiot uses Lego as the floor anyway?"

"It must be some sort of trap… however, your Field of Plastic Peril is no match for my Enchanted Boots of the North!" Ally declared, twirling her staff around with a proud smirk, "Take that, evildoer!"

"I'll get to that later, that's not my problem, and what does that even mean?" Chris responded to each question in turn, walking along as the cast gathered into a rough line (except for Dylan, who was stuffing bricks into his pockets), "But first, we need teams. Everybody who got a parachute, to my left. And everybody who didn't, to my right."

Everybody followed Chris's instructions, and once Chef had joined them, Chris pointed towards them both, "These… are your teams - those with parachutes, and those without! Those of you with parachutes - Ally, Dylan, May, Melinda, Mikaio, Rayna and Tyson - you're now the Violet Vultures!"

Their team got a logo - a vulture's head against a violet background, and most of them sized up their teammates to figure out just who they were working with - well, May was staring into space, so she wasn't. Ally proudly stuck her staff into the air, beaming at the name, "A vulture! A truly noble creature of the sky!"

"As for those of who didn't get parachutes - Celeste, Dustin, Emery, Rina, Roark, Sunny and Zinnia," Chris turned towards the remaining seven, "From now on, you'll be called the Scarlet Serpents!"

The Serpents got a logo too - this one being a snake's head on a scarlet background. The seven Serpents (excluding Dustin, who just scoffed, and Roark, who was impossible to read under the mask) all exchanged smiles at seeing their teammates.

"Serpents? Can't say I was expecting that," Rina admitted, "Not that I'm complaining, though."

"We brought these team logos off of some guy named Blake on Craigslist. He also tried to buy this whole film lot and host his own show here… as if!" Chris recalled, before he got back on track, "Anyways, where was I? Oh, right, onto the first challenge!"

"Already?" Celeste exclaimed in shock, "We just got here though!"

"So?" the host grinned, "This is my show, remember? But whatever. The first challenge is simple, and, it's based on the Lego Movie."

"Falser words have never been spoken," Mikaio muttered under his breath, but Chris didn't hear him, continuing his explanation.

"Whichever team can build a better statue of yours truly out of the Lego you see around you wins - on those podiums," the host explained, pointing towards a green and a purple podium sticking out among the sea of Lego - big enough to hold around a large Lego set or two, "And I mean an accurate one, colours and all - and it better be able to withstand a good poke, too," the host announced the first challenge.

"Damn, they really lowered the budget on this one, huh," Rayna chuckled, which Chris actually did hear.

"Oh, and did I mention? You've gotta do it barefoot," the host gleefully announced, causing a few eyes to turn towards the shipper, "So hope you've got enough endurance, ahaha. Now go!"

Confessional - Chris

The host was sat within the makeup trailer used during the second season, an off-screen hand dusting him off, "We've also brought back the makeup trailer to use as a confessional, to encourage badmouthing people when they're not hearing you… or something like that."

Confessional - Melinda

"My team already fucking sucks," Melinda grumbled, "Tyson's actually great to have, I won't lie, but the rest of my team? Don't make me laugh - we've got the eternally drowsy, the eternally horny, the wannabe wizard, an airhead and the annoying pest. My work's already cut out for me."

Confessional - Roark

"You wanna know what the Roark is cooking, huh?" the wrestler flexed, showing off his muscles to the camera, "Well, I might be the strongest physical player, but I'm not all muscles - I'm in it to win it, after all, and to win it… you gotta know the name of the game, and that's strategy!"

Confessional - Dylan

The prankster was drawing dicks onto the confessional desk with a marker pen, giggling like a ten-year-old the entire time.

In the challenge, the Scarlet Serpents had gathered in a make-shift huddle, except for one person…

"Dustin, get over here!" Emery shouted out to the archer, wincing from the Lego already in their feet, "We're supposed to work together!"

The archer simply raised an eyebrow, too prideful to allow mere Legos to make him flinch, "Actually, that's what I'm doing - I'm looking for pieces, and not wasting my time with idle chit-chat unlike you silver-trophy earners."

"That's uncalled for," Sunny pointed out, "Besides… we've just formed our team! You can't just… run away from the team like that?"

"I never said I was," the archer pointed out, as he placed a few Lego bricks onto his team's podium, "In fact, I am this team's saving grace. Losing is a foreign concept to me, and I intend to keep it that way."

"He's kind of got a point," Rina half-agreed, as she picked out a few pieces herself, flinching with every step, "Damn Legos… whatever sure, he's being all edgy about it. but he's right. We're in it to win it, right? So let's get building!"

"That's the spirit!" Roark roared in agreement, the wrestler trying to look for pieces

"I'll… sit back and build, I think," Celeste nominated herself.

"Me too - prepare to be shocked!" Zinnia threw an arm over Celeste's shoulder that the astronomer immediately pushed down, "By how good my Lego Chris will be, of course! Between me and Celly, we've got this one in the bag!"

"Celly…?" the astronomer raised an amused eyebrow, though the rest

Rina and Sunny gave the DJ and astronomer thumbs-up as they started gathering pieces with Roark and Dustin.

"Fine… guess I'll look for bricks too," Emery rolled their eyes, as they just dumped every brick they could find onto the podium near Zinnia and Celeste, "I have no idea what we actually need though… so uh… you can totally just shuffle through these, right?"

Zinnia and Celeste exchanged a glance, as the yo-yo pro just chuckled awkwardly, sliding all of the Lego they just put on the podium off, "Okayyy fine… I'll look through them myself…" they muttered, crawling onto their hands and knees in order to look and immediately regretting it… much to Celeste's horror and Zinnia's slight delight.

"Hey, don't just hurt yourself like that, why don't you just look for pieces that match Chris's shirt," Celeste called out in concern as Emery decided to take her advice. Zinnia chuckled at the poor decision, causing Celeste to then turn to her, "And you're not helping!"

"You're totally right," the DJ shrugged, not looking sorry at all, "I'm not."

Confessional - Zinnia

"Calling the season Stardom? Come on, how could I not wanna sign up?" she grinned, "But as for me - I'm the one and only DJ Plasma, hell yeah - master musician and strategist to boot! My plans… admittedly I still need to plan them, but they exist! Trust me on this one!"

Confessional - Celeste

"Well… I suppose my team is somewhat chaotic so far," the astronomer admitted with a slight chuckle, "But I think we'll be able to make this work."

She looked down onto the desk, noticing the penis drawings, "No comment…"

Meanwhile, the Violet Vultures were also at their respective podium, where Melinda stood in front of her teammates.

"Alright, listen up," Melinda ordered her team, powering through the pain of standing on Lego through sheer force of will, "I'll be taking charge around here, got it?"

"Uhh… no," Dylan snickered, hands resting behind his head as a strained smile crossed his face, "Care to say that again in excruciating detail so I can understand it?"

Melinda looked at him in disdain before she turned to Tyson, "Tyson, you look like the only other person around here who'll actually be helpful, so you, Dylan, Ally and Mikaio can go get the Lego we need… May and Rayna can help me build the damn thing, got it?"

"Hey, when did we choose you to be our leader…?" Mikaio interrupted with a scratch of his chin, "You just… nominated yourself. That's very un-democratic of you, Melinda."

"Well, as if any of you could do better," the mechanic scowled at the wanderer, looking over at the team, "I'l step down… on one condition."

"Go on…" Rayna asked, tilting her head with a sly grin, "What's the condition, 'cause I know a few-"

"Shut it, you horny little fuck," the mechanic snapped at the shipper, "Simple. If you lose this challenge, I get to be the team leader since you obviously won't be able to do it yourselves."

"I say no, I think you suck," Dylan poked his tongue out at the mechanic, who looked five seconds away from punching the resident annoying goblin's head into the floor.

"That's a fair enough condition, dude," Tyson agreed, somewhat calming her down, "Since we're now all equals… anybody got any ideas?"

"So then! As a party of equals, I have came up with a truly magnificent plan!" Ally declared with a stomp… which as expected, failed as magnificently as her plan supposedly was, "Crap!"

Melinda facepalmed, but it was Tyson who interjected as Ally nursed her injured foot, "Since Ally's dealing with her foot injury, I think we can still do something like Melinda's game plan, right? It'd still work, but maybe we switch up the squads?"

"Well, Tyson, since it's your great plan, you got any ideas for our little groups?" Dylan snickered, doubly so as Melinda glared at him, "Since you're such a great guy, right? You're super reliable, right?"

"Huh? I mean, sure, dude, sure," the athlete agreed with a slightly confused tone, "So… May, Ally and Rayna can build, and the rest of us can get the bricks? Does that sound good to you guys?"

"I'm cool with whatever," Mikaio gave him a thumbs-up as he started walking off with a slight flinch in every step. Melinda rolled her eyes and walked off after him, with Tyson and Dylan making up the back of the Lego-gatherers.

That left Rayna with May and Ally, and the shipper sighed, "Great… all the hot people are gone and I'm left with these two… I guess they could be cute together?" she added under her breath.

Confessional - Rayna

"You know… there's a lot of hot people here - Tyson, Melinda, Rina, Sunny, Mikaio, Celeste… hell, Roark's hot too and I haven't even seen his face," the shipper sighed blissfully, "Honestly? Just perfect for shipping…."

She looked down at the desk, her grin growing as she saw the penis drawings, snickering to herself.

Confessional - Dylan

"Peace was never an option," the prankster snickered, building something but keeping it out of sight from the camera, "But seriously, my team has a bunch of people who are actually interesting and not just boring NPCs, this is great!"

"Oh, this?" the prankster gestured to his project, which he stuffed into his scarf, "Just a little sabotage, nyehehe."

With the Serpent Lego-gatherers, Dustin, Rina and Roark had seemingly turned it into a competition of sorts to see who could gather the most pieces, all of them having their own spots to put them into as Emery and Sunny stared on in bewilderment.

"You call that the shade of his shirt?" Rina trash-talked Roark with a smirk as she held a brick in her hand, before she put it into her pocket, "'Cause last I remember, his shirt looked a lot more like that?"

"So I've been outclassed… impossible!" Roark shouted out loud enough to wake a sleeping May (who was, mind you, on the other team's building squad), up, "But that one piece is nowhere near enough to build a shirt - I can still find more!"

"Tch… I already have enough pieces to fill out all of his hair," Dustin provided with a low, egotistical sneer, "You'll have to try harder to be anywhere close to my level."

"Challenge accepted!" "Oh, you're on!" Roark and Rina both shouted out to the archer at the same time, looking for more pieces with a renewed vigor.

"Uh…" was all that Emery could say, as they looked on while filtering through Lego with their yo-yo, "They're really going at it, huh."

"Haha, yeah, they really are," Sunny gigged lightly, an awkward smile on his face as he gave Emery a handful of Lego, "Mind holding these for me? My skirt doesn't have any pockets…"

"Sure - actually, you look for them, and I'll hold them!" the yo-yo pro decided abruptly as he took them, "'Cause I'm bad at looking for things and you aren't!"

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Sunny beamed, giving the yo-yo pro a high-five as he went back to looking for anything that could be used to build Chris, "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"Uh, I like yo-yos," Emery immediately offered the obvious, jumping up to keep pace… and immediately regretting it as they slammed their full body weight into Lego bricks, "GYAAAAAAAH!"

"Are you okay?" Sunny helped them up in concern, and Roark and Rina both dashed over after hearing their cry, the yo-yo pro frantically removing bricks from their foot with tears in their eyes.

"Oh crap, that sounded like it hurt," Rina winced, recalling all of the bricks she stood on just to get here, "Yeesh…"

"You can power through it!" Roark encouraged them, almost about to forcibly punch all of the bricks out with his fist just to speed it up.

"Don't punch their foot!" Sunny insisted, "You'll make it worse… and they could land on their face and get bricks all over them!"

"You make a good point," Roark relented, but he and Rina were soon distracted again by their group's final member, who walked past with an apathetic glance.

"Tsk tsk tsk… distracted by a mere injury? That's one way to lose our little competition," Dustin tutted dismissively, a condescending wag of his finger accompanying him, "And here I thought I was on a team of winners… but it seems I am the only winner here."

"Sorry Em, but I'm not taking shit from an edgelord like him," Rina walked off, seemingly to return to looking, Roark following in slight agreement, "You can deal with your foot yourself, it isn't that bad, I think."

Emery just exchanged a slight glance with Sunny, "...I don't like Dustin very much."

Sunny was silent, but slowly nodded his head in quiet agreement at the insufferable archer.

Confessional - Sunny

"So far, my team's mostly pretty good… except for Dustin haha, but he's not working against us… he's just kind of a jerk, haha," Sunny laughed, "I've only known Emery for like… twenty minutes, but I think we'll get along great!"

Confessional - Dustin

"How can they get distracted in the pursuit of victory so easily?" Dustin shook his head with an arrogant roll of his eyes, "But it's no matter. I have made it my mission to never experience the crush of defeat ever again, and if I have to carry my team of overly sentimental losers to do so, then so be it."

Meanwhile, the Vulture quartet of Melinda, Tyson, Mikaio and Dylan were also looking for relevant bricks… well, three of them were. Dylan, on the other hand, was more focused on a little project, occasionally picking up a brick from the ground to add to it.

"Hey, what's that?" Mikaio asked curiously, peeking over Dylan's shoulder with an inquisitive look as the prankster immediately stuffed it into his scarf.

"It's just some bricks," the prankster admitted, throwing a stray Lego brick from in his scarf at the wanderer's nose to prove it, "I'm not planning on killing anybody yet, so it's not make a big deal out of it, 'kay?"

Mikaio blinked at that answer, "You're kidding about the murder thing, right?" he asked with a small smirk.

"Nyehehe, you got me, I'm not a murderer. Yet," the prankster poked his tongue out teasingly, "But really, you don't need to be worried at all about me, especially with Sergeant Anger Issues on our team as well, am I right?"

Mikaio just shrugged, as Tyson called over to them, "Hey, dudes, how's it going for you?"

"Don't worry, I just found secrets of an ancient civilisation, nothing abnormal here!" Dylan called back loudly, catching both Tyson's and a nearby Melinda's attention - the athlete began jogging over to double-check.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Melinda put her head in her hands as she heard the obvious lie, deciding not to check it out as she continued to gather bricks, "This team is hopeless…"

"Damn, guess that was a just a fluke, huh?" Tyson chuckled once he was there, picking out the bricks in his foot with a wince, "I'm gonna go and take my bricks over now, dudes, I think we've got enough to let them get started on our Chris, right? Wanna come with?"

"I'm down with that," Mikaio shrugged, picking up an interesting-looking eye Lego piece off the floor, "Kinda boring just looking for Lego, honestly."

"Fine, I'll go too," Dylan agreed too, faking an exaggerated yawn, "Mikaio's totally right… this challenge is boooring. I come here for excitement and we start with this… Chris is running out of ideas. Hey, I should host instead?"

"Dude, this is only the first challenge," Tyson chuckled, "I bet all the really wacky challenges are saved for later, y'know? We're probably just smarting small-ish… I think I'm getting used to standing on Lego, honestly."

"It's not just you, but I think my feet are dying now. I guess it's not all bad," the prankster shrugged, "At least I've got ammo…"

"Ammo? For what, your Lego gun?" Mikaio chuckled, as the three walked off together.

"Nyehehe~" Dylan laughed, "You'll just have to wait and see!"

Confessional - Tyson

"Honestly, I'm kind glad our first challenge is super simple, y'know?" the athlete admitted, "If we started out with something really insane, it'd mean I wouldn't get to know my teammates - and since we'll be working together, having a good team spirit is important!"

Confessional - Mikaio

"I've been everywhere, but a Lego sea's certainly a new one," the wanderer noted with a click of his tongue, resting his feet on the confessional's desk, "Anyways, Dylan's certainly a person. Not like anybody I've ever seen, and I've seen a whole lot of people.."

Once the Serpent gatherers had deposited their Chris-coloured bricks, it was up to Celeste and Zinnia to try and build the host.

"Should we take one foot each?" Celeste suggested, picking out a few black bricks and placing them down, "We should probably make him around the height of our heads - big enough to stand out and actually be finished."

"Fine, you're the boss," Zinnia agreed, as she started building up with incredible speed compared to the astronomer's slower, more methodical pace.

"Shocked?" she boasted, "Oh please, I life live in the fast lane, this is nothing… just watch!"

In an attempt to show off, the DJ began placing bricks at an alarming pace, sending the bricks she wasn't using off the podium they had been stored on (to keep out of the mess known as the ground) and onto the ground below. Additionally, she wasn't even using the right bricks, making the right leg look more like a multicoloured beige, blue and black pillar than anything.

"Zinnia…" Celeste sighed disapprovingly, as she crouched down to grab the bricks from the floor, wincing as he had to put more of her body weight onto pure Lego, "That's… not even the right colour, for one - and you knocked so many of our bricks onto the floor."

"I did?" the DJ pointed to herself with a blank expression, before she realised it, "Wait, damn it, I did!"

"Could you at least help me out?" Celeste asked, but much like her Lego building, Zinnia's thought process was also pretty fast.

"Hold on, I'll clean up, yeah, and you start building," the DJ crouched down too, moving bricks back up far faster than Celeste had, "'Cause clearly, I should not be trusted to build… that was a blunder I'm not gonna lie."

"That sounds good to me," the astronomer agreed, "And… well, at least it looked like a leg, so you didn't fail spectacularly, at least… it's just a bit weird, that's all"

"I've got another idea - you, me, alliance," the DJ offered as she brought up a handful of blue bricks, "If you don't wanna be all villain-y or whatever, that's fine I guess, instead we can just keep each other in the game or something like that."

"Let me think about it, okay?" the astronomer asked, eyes widened at the abruptness of the request as she continued to build what was starting to look like a relatively accurate rendition off Chris, "It's not that I don't trust you, but… isn't it a little too early for an alliance?"

"No way - we gotta play fast or somebody else who's actually a problem's gonna make their own one!" the DJ reasoned, frantically putting their bricks on as Dustin deposited a few more to Celeste, raising an eyebrow at what he overheard, "And then we're both fucked!"

"You make a good point…" the astronomer conceded, frowning as she failed to put a hand together, "Alright then, I'll form am alliance with you, but just for safety, alright?"

"Alrighty!" Zinnia stood up, wincing at the Lego bricks stabbing her feet, "Trust me, you won't regret this one bit!"

Confessional - Dustin

"Zinnia seemed to be suggesting an alliance of sorts to Celeste," the archer crossed his arms, brows furrowed in thought, "While I'm unsure if she took the offer, that is a problem nonetheless. After all, I cannot have a perfect victory if my team is conspiring against itself."

Confessional - Zinnia

"Yes, yes, yes!" the DJ cheered, somehow spinning her headphones around her index finger with a gleeful grin, "I just got an alliance - even I'm shocked it was this easy!"

The other team's building trio of Ally, May and Rayna were less coordinated… mainly because almost all of the building was left to Ally.

"So… what's she even doing?" Rayna asked curiously, poking May on the nose as the daydreamer stared into space, not seeming bothered in the slightest by the Lego beneath her, "My bet is, she's probably thinking of somebody hot, y'know?"

"Naturally, she's communicating with the spirits in another plane!" Ally stated as if it was anywhere near a sane conclusion. The roleplayer was also beginning to put together their Chris, although she seemed to be favouring colour over accuracy in the bricks she chose, "Of course, she needs to project herself to them, but upon returning she'll return with divine advice!"

"I mean, sure, if the spirits even exist that is," the shipper shrugged as Ally gasped, but then she had some 'divine advice' of her own, "Hold up, I've got a plan - you know Chris is like, a raging narcissist? Why don't we just… make his Lego statue actually match that overblown mess of a brain?"

"A genius plan, friend Rayna!" Ally agreed, as Rayna strolled up all-too comfortably, leaving behind May, "Now, onwards to the grand task of creation - let us form our miniature golem, fueled by the flames of blazing narcissism in a sea of plastic peril!"

It was at this moment that May woke up, and she gave Ally a truly baffled look as she only heard the last line, "Huh… what?" she yawned out, rubbing her eyes drowsily, "Did the challenge start…?"

"Well, obviously, sleeping beauty," Rayna turned back towards May with a grin, "So… what did the spirits tell you, anyway?"

"Uh… they told me… that your plan to suck up to Chris could work…" the daydreamer went along with the bit, still very confused, "So… if we make him muscular, we might be able to win… I think."

"Of course we shall claim victory, my mage's intuition told me so!" Ally cheered, putting an arm around May's shoulder that the daydreamer lightly pushed off, "And let's return to our plastic forge before our time is up!"

"You got it, oh Great Mage," Rayna rolled her eyes at the roleplayer's antics, "But whatever… now, I've got a way more important thing to talk about - you think anybody here's hot? Originally, I was thinking Mel… but I'm not into violence-"

Just as she spoke, Tyson, Mikaio and Dylan passed through, dumping a few extra parts. The former two simply did so relatively silently, however Dylan felt the need to add, "Well, definitely not you," on with his appearance. The prankster then swiftly threw something onto the ground while Rayna and Ally were distracted by the insult, before leaving with after the others, tears pricking at his eyes with every new brick stepped on.

"Dude, what the hell?" Rayna shouted at his retreating form with a shaking fist, before she calmed back down a bit, noticing what looked a Lego Chris head on the floor, picking it up, "Oh, somebody left us a gift, nice. Damn, we lucked out. It's really heavy for some reason, though… heavier than it looks."

"Looks like… Chris's head," May observed, her half-lidded eyes analysing it carefully, "Made out of Lego. And it's pretty well-made… but also way too big."

"Well, look at the jawline on this thing!" Rayna grinned, "We wanted to make an attractive Chris, and this thing's better than what I can do for sure! It might look like a Funko Pop though… so let's scale this thing up!"

"But, we do not have the time!" Ally gasped dramatically, "Although… if we were to stick it on top, it would save us the time to build a head ourselves…"

"This… feels super sketchy to me," May shrugged, "But… do whatever you like, I guess."

"Alright then, let's build Chris a thick-ass neck to support this bobblehead of him!" Rayna pumped her fist, as she and Ally got back to work on their team's Chris with the occasional input from May… who otherwise just kinda slept through the challenge, "Now this is an easy win, hehe."

Confessional - Ally

"Of course, one doesn't fully trust suspicious heads on the floor - that's merely common sense," the mage crossed her arms over her chest, "However, to look a gift horse in the mouth is foolish - and with such fine craftsmanship, surely Chris can ignore the lack of consistent proportions?"

Confessional - May

"It was a trap…" the daydreamer shrugged lazily, "That statue isn't staying up for very long, that head looked extremely heavy... I think I even know who set it… it's actually pretty obvious."

"I didn't stop them though… that would be more effort than it's worth."

"And that's it! Contestants, hands off the podiums!" Chris shouted out to the teams, who immediately stopped what they were doing, "Your time's up - now let's see what we've got!"

Chris walked up to the two Lego versions of himself, and examined them both with a scrutinising gaze.

The Scarlet Serpents' Lego Chris looked like a fairly faithful rendition of the host… while it was a little simplistic in areas and had one very colourful leg, it still looked like a decently well-sculpted version of the host. Celeste and Zinnia both looked proud of it, and the rest of the team were similarly confident.

"Hmm… this looks pretty accurate," Chris put his fingers to his chin as he looked at his brick-y reflection with a grin. The Serpents exchanged small smiles at that, while… around four-sevenths of the Vultures looked worried, "Looks almost as hot as me - gonna be really hard to beat that."

"Damn, good job guys," Rina gave Celeste and Zinnia a congratulatory thumbs-up, "We got this one in the bag, ha!"

After a firm poke, their Lego figure stayed upright, "And it's even strong enough to deal with the real thing… it's gonna be real hard for the Vultures to beat this."

The Vultures, on the other hand, clearly had a head not built for its body, with a far-too-thick neck. Aside from those parts, it looked somewhat better than the Serpents' Chris - even the head just by itself was pretty well-made. Ally, Tyson and Rayna exchanged relieved looks as Chris then got a look at the… weird proportions.

"Was my neck always this thick…?" the host wondered, pulling out a pocket mirror and squinting into it, "I look like some kind of freaky bobblehead…"

Giving it a poke, the bobble-headed statue wobbled… and wobbled… and collapsed, crumbling into pieces in the floor below. Ally and Rayna exchanged nervous glances, as Melinda's eyes were staring right through them, causing them both to gulp as they (and May, who didn't care) put the head on.

"Well, since that one completely failed… the Scarlet Serpents win the first challenge!" Chris pointed towards the Serpents, who celebrated - Celeste and Zinnia high-fived, Roark held Sunny and Emery on his shoulders, Rina pumped the air and Dustin just nodded, "And the Violet Vultures, meet me at the big stage later tonight - but for now, you can all get your shoes back on and go to the trailers."

"We all know what this means, right?" Melinda looked down at her team before they split up, "I'll be in charge from this point onwards - I'm not letting myself lose because of your clear lack of any kind of competence."

"Yeesh… that's harsh…" Mikaio shook his head as he walked off, followed by the rest of the dejected Violet Vultures.

Confessional - Tyson

"Well… that blows," Tyson shook his head with a sigh, "It sucks losing the first challenge like that - but I wanna know why they even built a head like that. Just seems kinda weird to me."

Confessional - Ally

"That's… not good," the roleplayer shook her head, clutching her staff to her chest, "I helped build our little golem, so I feel like I'm somewhat to blame for it's failure… but hopefully, I can prove that my magic is invaluable to my team!"

In the not-girls' trailer, the seven of them were deciding who got which bunk, seeing that as their top priority. The trailer had three bunk beds and one single bed, alongside a small table, a sink, a mirror, and a small seating area.

"Hey, Sunny?" Emery asked, wincing as they pried a Lego brick from out of their foot, "Wanna bunk together?"

"Sure!" the streamer beamed, hopping onto the nearest top bunk with a cheeky wink, "But, I've just claimed the top bunk, so hope you like the bottom, haha."

"You're so lucky I still have Lego in my foot," the yo-yo pro rolled their eyes playfully, "Otherwise I'd go up there and bop you on the head with my yo-yo - actually, I can do it from here!"

Emery swung their yo-yo around, managing to lightly tap Sunny on the head from the bottom bunk of their new shared bed while the streamer was on top, prompting a small chuckle from the streamer, "Haha, gotcha!"

As Sunny and Emery goofed off, Roark and Tyson met eyes (sort of? Roark was still wearing his mask, after all), and immediately nodded in agreement.

"We bunking together?" Tyson asked, although it was clear that it was just a rhetorical question.

"Obviously," Roark nodded, hopping onto the lower bunk, "By the way, good luck at the ceremony today - I better see you here tomorrow!"

"Don't worry dude, I've got nothing to fear today," Tyson gave the pro wrestler a wide grin, "I'm not going down this easily, that's for sure."

Roark let out a single chuckle, as Mikaio walked up to Dylan with a relaxed smile, as the prankster rummaged through Mikaio's bag.

"Hey Dylan, wanna take the top bunk on my bed?" the wanderer offered, gesturing to his bed as the prankster hopped onto the top bunk with a smirk.

"Alrighty then… but this top bunk is all mine, nyehe," the prankster laughed, not concerned at all with the possibility of going home so early due to his pesky behaviour.

That left Dustin by himself, which the archer barely seemed to mind as he took the sole single bed, "Of course," he muttered under his breath, as he simply moved his bag over.

"So, men and Emery!" Roark shouted out once he saw Dustin place his bag, "Allow me to make one rule - nobody can take off my mask!"

"Huh… why?" Emery asked with a chuckle, flinging their yo-yo as they sat at the end of their bed, "It's just a mask, right? It's not like it's-"

"Just a mask? Just a mask?" Roark repeated, pointing an angered finger at Emery, who raised their hands up in surrender, "This mask is my identity as a wrestler - you know you're seeing the Dark Flame of the Ring, Roark Cinder when you see this mask!"

"Honestly, I've met other masked wrestlers before," Mikaio whistled, "Luchadors and the like. While you're not one… it's the same sort of principle, right?"

"Exactly," the pro wrestler nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So… anybody else got any rules they wanna add?" Dylan leant over the side of his bed, throwing some bricks he hid inside his sweatshirt onto Sunny's top bunk while the streamer wasn't looking, "Just curious, y'know?"

Confessional - Mikaio

He tapped his head with a knowing grin, "I think I know what he's playing at here, and I'm just as interested to see what comes out of it. I might be a bit airy, but I'm not stupid."

"Just… generally be respectful of each other?" Sunny suggested, tapping a cheek, "Maybe it's a bit too cheesy though, haha."

Dylan audibly yawned at this, an exaggerated roll of his eyes accompanying it, "Booooring. Is that it?"

"Nobody steal my yo-yo!" Emery piped up, swinging their weapon of mass destruction around, "Otherwise… I'll hit you with it!"

Mikaio chuckled, snickering at their comment, "But how are you gonna do that if your yo-yo gets stolen?"

"Sorry bro, but that makes like no sense," Tyson had to agree, crossing his arms and closing his eyes in thought.

"The theory still stands, right? But like… I'll just make a yo-yo out of a rock and a stick and I'll hit you with that instead!" Emery declared a bit too proudly, prompting a few more snickers from Mikaio and Dylan in particular.

"I'd love to see that happen, nyehehe!" Dylan laughed.

"Well, I can commend the spirit if nothing else!" Roark pat them on the back, "So, my mask and their yo-yo are off-limits, got it?"

"Aye-aye, captain," Dylan agreed with a mock salute, as four of the other five also agreed - Dustin stayed silent.

"Hmph. It's an arbitrary rule, but fine. I agree," the archer nodded, before heading out, "If any of you need me, I'll be scoping out the area."

Sunny waved him, and as he lied in his bed, he felt the Lego bricks Dylan threw on it, "Ow… that hurt."

"Nyahaha, gotcha!" the prankster snickered, teasingly poking his tongue out at the streamer.

Confessional - Emery

"I'm a very straightforward person," Emery admitted, swinging their yo-yo around, "And I just say what's on my mind… even if it's dumb."

"Unless it's what I was feeling when I killed by foot with Lego," they laughed at the memory of it, "That was more like-"

The confessional cut off just before Emery could start swearing like a sailor.

Confessional - Dustin

"I wasn't lying when I said I was scoping out the area," the archer folded one arm over his chest as the other adjusted his glasses, "But I specifically mean the elimination. I'm going to watch it - not because I'm afraid I'll go there at any point, but instead to know exactly what I'm avoiding."

The girls's trailer was the exact same as the not-girls's one, and the same dilemma was being asked of them… who to bunk with?

"Cel, you and me, right?" Zinnia threw a finger gun towards the astronomer, who calmly nodded and put her bag on the top, "Seriously? You're taking the top like that?"

"Sorry, but first come, first serve, right?" Celeste giggled into her hand as she climbed onto the bed over her alliance-mate.

"Curse those stupid rules of the multiverse…" the DJ clenched her fist and muttered under her breath.

May, on the other hand, just fell backwards onto the nearest bottom bunk as if she had been waiting for this moment.

"May, may I take the bunk above you?" Ally asked, the mage tapping the daydreamer on the head with her staff to keep her awake.

"Yeah… sure," May said, not even moving her head to face Ally, "You can take it…"

Rayna approached Melinda, but before she could even get a word in, the mechanic just threw her bag onto the single bed with an unimpressed look, "Well… I guess Rina ain't that bad…"

"Seriously, I'm the back-up?" Rina rolled her eyes at the shipper, flicking her ponytail around with a grin, "Come on, I'm the hottest person in this room, I am not back-up material at all."

"Do not start with this…" Melinda grumbled under her breath, but Rayna and Rina were already starting.

"You fine being the top?" Rayna gave Rina a sly grin, as Zinnia snickered at the innuendo.

"If you're down with being the bottom, then why not?" Rina smirked, throwing her bag onto the top bunk with a playful shrug.

Confessional - Rina

The diver leant back in the confessional seat, "I'll be real with you guys… Rayna's so desperate it's honestly just sad."

"But playing along with her isn't gonna hurt anyone."

Once the bunks had been settled, Melinda forced the three other Vulture girls into the corner, leaving the three Scarlet Serpent girls to talk amongst themselves.

"Damn, that's a shitshow if I've ever seen one," Rina chuckled as she side-eyed the others, "Glad our team's nothing like that, right?"

Celeste nodded in agreement, messing with the half of her hair covering her eye, "Oh, absolutely."

"Hehe, of course. We're all amped up to win and they're just being goofy," Zinnia snickered, "No way we're losing to that ever."

"You're sounding like Dustin," Celeste pointed out, to which the DJ just shrugged.

"It's called being confident," she proudly grinned, placing her headphones over her ears, "'Sides, what movies are you thinking they'll make us do?"

"I'd love something in space," Celeste scratched her chin in thought, "Star Wars is the obvious choice… but anything like that, really."

"Just let me show off," Rina answered simply, "I don't care in what really, but I've got a show to steal."

"As if," Zinnia looked up towards Rina with a competitive gaze, "I'm right here, after all - DJ Plasma's gonna be a household name after all this."

Celeste rolled her eyes, as Rina smirked confidently, "Oh please. You saw my dive out of the airship, right? This whole show's gonna have their eyes on me by the end of tomorrow, I bet."

"Well, I'm fine just taking more of a backseat role, I'll be honest," Celeste admitted, rubbing the back of her neck, "Especially since I'm… much more low-key compared to you guys, I'll be real."

"So what? That's not a problem," Rina grinned, moving from her bunk over to Celeste's, giving the astronomer a small fist bump as she sat next to her, "The supporting roles are just as important… just way less flashy and not my style."

Confessional - Zinnia

"No fair!" the DJ complained, "Rina's stealing my alliance member!"

"Wait, I can use this," she realised, and with a snap of her fingers and a convenient thunder sound effect, she had an epiphany, "She'd work perfectly as a third member! I've got this game in the bag."

While the Serpent girls mostly got along, the Vultures' were being grilled out by their self-appointed leader.

"Okay, which one of you dumbasses was responsible for creating that thing," the mechanic stared the other three down from their beds. Only Ally looked ashamed, though, as Rayna was just staring at Melinda and May was leant back on her bed next to Ally.

"I believe it was on the floor," Ally provided, scratching the floor with her staff, "Although, Rayna was the one who found it at first and suggested we use it to save time… but we all did agree to it."

Melinda's gaze turned towards the shipper, who simply shrugged, "So what? It did save us time, right? And besides, you want useless, ask Sleeping Beauty right there. I'm sure Mel can agree that sleeping isn't helping, y'know?"

"That's true," Melinda agreed, getting a grin out of the shipper.

"Does that mean you'll go out with me?" Rayna was about to suggest, but Melinda cut her off.

"No, and it never will," the mechanic shot a disdainful glare at her, "So, that means that you three, and Dylan because he's a nuisance, are our options to vote out?"

"What about… you?" May suggested, sitting up into a slouch, "I… don't think anybody here even likes you…"

"May is correct," Ally nodded in agreement, "After all, you did immediately demand control over our merry band."

"That's because you need me," the mechanic crossed her arms, although it was clear their words struck a nerve by the way she turned away, "I'll be the one stopping us from losing again - you vote me out and you'll all be gone soon after."

"I'm with her," Rayna sided with Melinda, "Just saying, hot people are more likely to be right."

The other three gave her unimpressed looks, but Ally continued the relevant debate, "A leader earns respect… demanding it is the act of a tyrant, not a true leader."

Melinda let out a low grumble, "Fine, do what you want," she rolled her eyes and left, as Rayna was about to follow her, "And you? Don't follow me."

"You got it!" the shipper agreed, sitting down on her bunk, leaving May and Ally by themselves.

May was clearly on the verge of going back to sleep right there, but Ally tapped her with her staff, "No astral projecting on my watch - we have a grand ceremony to attend! This calls for a Stamina Potion!"

The stamina potion turned out to be a bottle of water, which Ally immediately splashed onto May to bring her back to the real world.

"Seriously…? Now my sweater's all wet…" the shorter girl complained slightly, before turning to Ally with an awkward look, "But uh… thanks… I guess."

"Of course!" Ally smiled widely, ignoring the complaint entirely, "What kind of mage would I be if I left a trusted teammate behind!"

Confessional - Melinda

"I hate to admit it, but they had a point," the mechanic admitted ashamedly, "If my team doesn't actually like me, then they have no reason to listen to me. So, all I can do is hope those dumbasses don't vote me out now."

Confessional - May

She yawned, resting her head against the desk of the confessional, "Honestly… I just don't want a drill sergeant team leader… that would be too exhausting…"

Once night had fallen, the seven members of the Violet Vultures were gathered at a grand stage, on which stood both Chris and Chef. They were sat in the stands - May, Ally, Tyson and Rayna in the front, and Dylan, Melinda and Mikaio in the back.

Chris spoke up, as Chef held up a tray of six golden Chris statues, "These are the Gilded Chris statues - the hottest statues ever made. They represent life here in this film lot, and the contestant who doesn't receive one tonight will be eliminated. That means, they're gone."

"They'll have to take the all-new Lame-O-Sine," Chris pointed towards a strangely blocky Lego limousine, "And go to the Backstage of Losers."

"But before I can have my fun, Chef, take it away - just which members of the Violet Vultures screwed up tonight?" the host chuckled, as Chef stood forward.

"May," the burly chef turned to the still-wet daydreamer first, who just rubbed her eyes, "You've spent most of your time here half-asleep and barely even helping your team."

She shrugged, not even denying it in the slightest as Chef turned to his next target, "Melinda. You decided to demand control over your team immediately, and you're already on some people's bad sides."

"Hmph," the mechanic turned away, "They'll keep me in if they know what's good for them…"

"Dylan. You're just annoying," Chef turned to the prankster, "And people don't like that for obvious reasons."

"Guilty," he giggled, throwing his arms behind his head with an innocent smile.

"And Rayna. Your flirting is pathetic, and irritating to some," the chef explained, "And it was your idea to use the head that cost you the game."

"Yeah… no need to be that harsh," the shipper twiddled her thumbs in shame.

With Chef's criticisms out of the way (and a quick time-skip), the votes had been cast, and Chris looked more excited than before.

"The first Gilded Chris goes to… Tyson!" the host threw it to the athlete, who caught it effortlessly.

"Mikaio, Ally…" Chris threw two more to the wanderer and roleplayer, who exchanged smiles at remaining in the game.

"May…" the host threw one directly into her forehead, startling her out of a sudden daydream.

"Dylan, Melinda, Rayna. All three of you got votes tonight, and could be going home," Chris turned to the remaining three with a grin, as all eyes turned towards them, "But that person isn't…"

"Dylan," the prankster caught his Gilded Chris with a smirk, leaning back comfortably now that he was 100% safe.

"And then there were two. Rayna, Melinda, one of you is going home tonight. And that person is…

…

"Rayna," Chris threw the final statue at Melinda, who let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Wait, what?" the shipper blurted out, looking towards her former teammates, "I'm gone already… I didn't even get to see a ship happen…"

"Well, Rayna, the Lame-O-Sine is that way," Chris gestured towards the Lame-O-Sine, as Dylan threw whatever Lego was still in his sweatshirt onto the walk towards it, "So goodbye!"

"No, I'm not going anywhere!" the shipper demanded, standing onto the stands with a fiery gaze in her eyes, aimed at the host, "I'm not leaving until I see some romance at least - I'll do anything, I'll even be an intern if I have to!"

"An intern, huh?" Chris thought it over for a minute, "Well… fine. Just this once, though, because we're running low on interns after we lost the last few. You're hired!"

"Haha, yes!" the matchmaker laughed, turning away from her former team with a wave as she walked off, jumping off the stands, "Well, ex-teamies, I'll see you around - I've got a new ship to sail~"

With that, Rayna left the area to go who-knows-where (probably the intern quarters), leaving the other six Vultures behind… Dylan throwing the last of his Lego bricks at her retreating form.

"I threw all my Lego onto the floor to make her walk to the Lame-O-Sine painful, and she gets to be an intern?" Dylan shouted out, as even Chris seemed slightly disheartened at that, "Seriously?"

"That's a bummer…" Mikaio sighed in disappointment.

"Well, dudes, let's make sure we're not back here next time, alright!" Tyson cracked his knuckles together with a grin.

"He's right. With me as your leader, we're not coming back here ever again," Melinda declared, as the Vultures left the elimination ceremony… with Dylan trailing at the back of the group, whistling a tune under his breath with a grin unfitting of what just happened on his face.

Confessional - Dylan

"Yeah, I set up that faulty head, so what? I wanted to put Melinda on the top 'cause nobody wants that, and Rayna just happened to be an easy way to get there," he admitted in a bored tone, absent-mindedly checking his nails, "Melinda can me for that later - because the real fun begins with what happens next, nyehehe~"

The episode ended with Chris stood at the stage, by himself this time, "And there you have it! Will Melinda lead the Violet Vultures to victory? Will Zinnia manage to form the fabled 'three-person alliance'? What does Roark look like under that mask? And what's up with Dylan? Find out the answer to at least on these questions next time on Total! Drama! Stardom!"

Post-Elimination Confessional - Rayna

"So… sure, I got voted out. Sure, that sucks. Buuuut… I'm an intern now. And while I learnt my lesson that Melinda's way out of my league, there's still so many people to ship here!" she grinned from inside the makeup booth confessional, "But first…"

She looked down at the penis drawings, and to a cloth and cleaning fluid in her hands with a tear in her eye, "I have to get rid of these masterpieces…"

Scarlet Serpents: Celeste, Dustin, Emery, Rina, Roark, Sunny, Zinnia

Violet Vultures: Ally, Dylan, May, Melinda, Mikaio, Tyson

Voting Confessionals:

Ally: "Of course I'll vote Melinda! My magic's not be insulted like that!"

Dylan: "As much as I would love to vote randomly and strike fear into someone's eyes… sadly I gotta play it safe and vote Rayna today."

May: "One one hand… Melinda's… a problem. So… is Dylan. But… we need some power on the team early on… so Rayna's my vote."

Melinda: "If I could vote for five people, I would. But since I can only vote one… I can't stand Rayna's simping for much longer…"

Mikaio: "Eh, I'll just say Melinda. It's one thing to be strict, but I'd rather not have her running this show, if you catch my drift."

Rayna: "Easy. Dylan - he's like, the least shippable person in this entire cast other than the archer guy. And he called me ugly - so that too."

Tyson: "If we wanna have some proper teamwork here, Dylan's gotta go, dude!"

Author's Notes: Welcome to the reboot of one of my older compfics, and my third project alongside Jurassic Jumble and Digital Mayhem! I don't wanna drag on too much here, so all I'll say is that I loved the theming… however the plotlines in the original were pretty poor and half-baked. With some cast revisions and all-new plotlines, I'm super excited to give these OCs the fic they truly deserve. As for the cut characters, Victor was deleted, Kevin and Forrest have been demoted to backstory OCs, Colin's in Jurassic Jumble and Riley simply didn't fit this fic's storylines.

I will say that I think the challenge is the low point of this chapter, but I think it did its job of helping establish team dynamics and character personalities

As for Rayna? She was deliberately put in here to do the first boot-intern pipeline. She has relevance to some plotlines later on, but I couldn't justify her lasting long without hurting the fic overall. So, intern she goes!

And lastly, a shoutout to LittleRedline for suggesting the Lego Movie as a challenge inspiration!

With that out of the way, stay hydrated, and Kadachi out~

Elimination Order:

14th/Intern: Rayna (Violet Vultures)

Cast List:

1: Ally Starr - The Mage Roleplayer

2: Celeste Diamond - The Calm Astronomer

3: Dustin Ewes - The Insufferable Archer

4: Dylan Underwood - The Agent of Chaos

5: Emery Young - The Yo-Yo Pro

6: May Summers - The Daydreamer Genius

7: Melinda Ridley - The Stubborn Mechanic

8: Mikaio Heath - The Lax Wanderer

9: Rayna Skye - The Sarcastic Shipper

10: Rina Prianne - The Flamboyant Diver

11: Roark Cinder - The Furry Pro Wrestler

12: Sunny Daye - The Femboy Streamer

13: Tyson Tysons - The Star Athlete

14: Zinnia Oren - The Electrifying DJ