Review time! Sorry if this is a little late, I've got a new computer and I'm trying to learn how to type on it.
Lara2244: Yep! Lyler is officially here! And the Misfits have gained a new alliance member, thus reclaiming some of their lost power!
SpaceZodiac: Thanks! Although I will have to disagree with your apparent dislike of Total Highschool Drama's main protagonists (no, not Alejandro). I'd be lying if your comment about Team Victory didn't influence the interactions in this story, though. And thanks for the 100th review! (It would've been earlier had one of my more faithful reviewers not deleted their account.)
StarHeart Specials: That's what THD is all about: making the characters greater than their archetypes! I immediately figured that Lindsay'd probably have a head injury akin to Scott and Brody (the dude wipes out a lot), and a challenge themed on microbiology was the best way to reveal it. Plus it explains why she never takes off the darn bandanna.
I did in fact check out Dramarama, and it's pretty meh. I'm not too thrilled with what they did with Gwen, though; she's very OOC. Hopefully this just means lil' Gwen just thinks goth = emotionless and grows into her perkier self later on. Plus, Jude could've easily been Geoff; there's no need for him to be there. Plus the theme song's pretty cringy. That said, I am probably gonna use most of the designs for the kids as the designs for the younger selves of the THD cast.
I do have a fanfic idea, though: Chef and Don (whose class is RR cast members) put their classes together for a project. The kids, however, declare war on each other after Jacques and Josee pull a mean prank on Gwen. Bridgette and Geoff, who've met and taken a liking to each other, get separated by the fighting, and Bridgette enlists Noah to go behind enemy lines to talk to Geoff. He does, meeting Emma along the way, who wants the fighting to stop entirely, and together they convince the two classes that they aren't so different.
Gucci Mane LaFlare: Thanks! The VR challenges let me be a little looser in terms of adaptations.
decoy73: Thanks! Sorry though, I don't take suggestions.
Doctor Brain: My parents literally named me Nerd, so I may as well use that positively! Lindsay was never actually in the Field Alliance, but she was in Heather's group back home. Sorry if that was confusing; please check Chapter 3 for more info on the cliques in THD. Your point about Alejandro is accurate, and yes, he's going eventually. Courtney's biggest flaw in THD is that she's hasty to jump to conclusions, and it'll directly influence her own elimination later on.
Thursday, November 9, 2017
"Last time on Total Drama – we went straight to the nucleus of the problem! [previously unseen footage of Tyler, a red osteoclast, eating a hole in one of Lindsay's carpals, so that an incoming Justin would be trapped in it; the hole is then sealed by osteoblasts, and then Tyler eats the whole thing with Justin inside, the hole refilled afterwards] Deep inside Lindsay's body, one team of viruses fought for her death. [Sugar partying with the other noroviruses] Two teams of her cells fought for her survival. [Sammy triggering Lindsay's diarrhea; cut to Owen presenting the antigens] And one team of bacteria [Dawn talking to DJ] didn't really do all that much. In the end, Brody fell for Scott's tricks [Scott convincing Brody to leave the intestine, whereupon they got eaten], cutting Surfer Dudes United down to size. [Brody's elimination]"
Chris stood at the Dock of Shame. "Sixty-four contestants remain. Who's going to walk the victory catwalk and who'll peter out in the end of the first season? Find out in today's episode of
"Total.
"Drama!"
Theme song
*Instrumental*
A camera appeared from the bushes, scaring off a squirrel. Another came from a tree, startling a blue jay. The third popped out of the ground, hitting a passing Harold in the groin. Duncan and Jacques laughed at him.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine
You guys are on my mind
The camera flew across the island, passing Chris on a beach chair getting massaged by an intern, Dawn meditating with Zoey, Brady and Beth on a rope swing together, Leonard and Tammy casting "spells" while Ella watched, Crimson and Ennui staring blankly into space, and Chet and Lorenzo fighting to the disapproval of Ellody and Mary.
You asked me what I wanted to be
And now I think it's plain to see
DJ, Miles, and Laurie were one with the animals. That is, until a mutant gopher showed up. They screamed and ran away. Pan to Scott, Lightning, and Jo, who'd disrupted the session with the gopher. They high-fived.
I wanna be famous
Heather, Josee, and Taylor battled it out on a rubber raft. The raft fell off a waterfall, taking them with it. Bridgette, Geoff, and Brody watched.
*Instrumental*
The three girls found Owen underwater. Owen farted, sending the rivals and more than a few dead fish to the surface. Above, Zeke, Mike, and Rodney were fishing in a little boat when the lake became littered with fish and three teenage girls. Zeke grabbed one of the dead fish and triumphantly held it over his head, while Rodney began checking out Taylor's rear.
I want to live close to the sun
Well, pack your bags cause I've already won.
At one of the beaches, Katie and Sadie admired Justin. Behind them, Justin's ex Lauren sighed sadly. On the other side of the beach, Izzy, wearing a spider costume, was chasing Cameron, Dakota, and Sam for no apparent reason.
Everything to prove nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Chef was cooking some disgusting green slop in the cafeteria. Kitty and Junior looked at each other, frightened of what was to come. Behind them sat Tyler, Leshawna, Ryan, both of the Jasmines (looking at each other, very confused), Lindsay, Mickey and Jay, and Shawn. Dave obsessively cleaned the tables, while B looked on.
'Cuz I wanna be famous
Sierra had Cody in a headlock out of love. Amy had Sammy in one out of hate. Cody and Sammy looked at each other and sighed.
Na na nana na na nana nana na na na na na naaaaah
Rock and Spud air-guitared. Courtney and Gwen looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Then they saw Trent jamming with them. He stopped and smiled sheepishly at the girls.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
Carrie and Devin sat together on the dock, watching Tom, Jen, and Anne Maria compare fashion tips. Then the dock gave out under them, sending them into the water. It turned out Alejandro had been responsible. He grinned evilly at the camera.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous.
Topher cockily smiled at Eva, who decked him in response. Behind them, Scarlett and Max passed through a field of lustblossoms, and suddenly began making out.
*Whistling*
At the campfire, as the other campers I didn't have time to name looked on excitedly, Noah and Emma looked each other in the eyes...and then Sugar interrupted the moment by appearing between them. Angry, Emma started chasing Sugar around the camp to the amusement of the others, while Noah stared apathetically at the camera.
Brain Cells
Bridgette groaned, faceplanting onto the table. "You alright, hun?" Leshawna asked.
"Not really. Heather's got immunity, Alejandro's still at large, and I just lost one of my best friends," the blonde explained. "It's just not fair! Alejandro and Heather are dishonest people who don't deserve to get this far! But no, we're stuck on the exact thing that their type of person thrives on!"
"Hm...well sugar, I hafta agree with ya. Alejandro tried manipulatin' me back when he first came, but when I saw him picking on someone the year below us – Parker, I think his name was – I found out what kinda no-good liar he really is." She sighed. "Both are gonna be hard to get rid of. But someone else ain't gonna be."
"Who?" Bridgette asked, picking up her head.
"Scott. He's directly why Brody's gone. And after what he did to Phil, I doubt he's gonna be safe for much longer. Bridge, if you can get on the good side of the other two big alliances, the Geeks and the Misfits, we're bound to get him out."
Bridgette sat taller. "I needed that. Thanks Leshawna."
"Anytime, homegirl. Anytime."
Some time later
"Okay everyone, do you know what today is?" Chris asked in the Drama Theater.
"The last day of the first season?" Sierra asked excitedly.
"It is indeed! We've got so many people here we've actually broken up the show into five parts. The first twenty-one to be eliminated will compose our first season. But it's something else important, too; it's Dakota's birthday!"
"Happy birthday!" Sam told the girl as she walked over. Dakota smiled bashfully as she came in front of her fellow teens.
"As a special gift, I've let Dakota pick the teams for today's challenge," Chris explained. "She will break you into three teams of twenty-one apiece. I know that's not right because we have sixty-four people here, but Lindsay's still sick, so I've been requested to grant her immunity for today."
"When will it lift?" Duncan asked.
"When she gets better. Given that she's got norovirus, that should be about tomorrow morning." Duncan nodded in satisfaction while Tyler glared at him. "Each team will further break into three teams of seven for the competition. So Dakota, please, assemble the teams already!"
"Okay, first team," Dakota said nervously. "I want Sammy, Bridgette, Heather, Scott, Gwen, Owen, Izzy, Ella, Katie, Sadie, Sky, Dave, Geoff, Mike, Zoey, Justin, Ryan, Devin, Carrie, Jen, and Trent. You are the Lovely Linens.
"Second team. Cody, Sierra, Noah, Emma, B, Brick, Sam, Scarlett, Shawn, Jasmine, Ennui, Taylor, Dawn, DJ, Topher, Courtney, Harold, Josee, Cameron, Lorenzo, and Eva. You are the Curious Cotton.
"Third team is everyone else sans Lindsay. You are the Powerful Polyesters."
"Is this what I think it is?" Tom squeaked happily. Jen looked similarly thrilled.
"Yep! This is a fashion challenge!" Chris confirmed. "Each team will be given a box of fabric and stuff. Using only the materials provided, each group of seven, which you will choose yourselves, will construct an outfit for one of you to wear. Chef, Lindsay, and myself will judge you and give you a score out of ten. Whichever team gets the closest score to ninety at the end will get an advantage in the second part. Good luck!"
Lovely Linens: Sammy, Bridgette, Heather, Scott, Gwen, Owen, Izzy, Ella, Katie, Sadie, Sky, Dave, Geoff, Mike, Zoey, Justin, Ryan, Devin, Carrie, Jen, and Trent.
Curious Cotton: Cody, Sierra, Noah, Emma, B, Brick, Sam, Scarlett, Shawn, Jasmine, Ennui, Taylor, Dawn, DJ, Topher, Courtney, Harold, Josee, Cameron, Lorenzo, and Eva.
Powerful Polyesters: Leshawna, Crimson, Jay, Jacques, Stephanie, MacArthur, Tyler, Kitty, Amy, Sugar, Lightning, Jo, Beardo, Duncan, Lauren, Brady, Alejandro, Tom, Sanders, Miles, and Laurie.
Spare Judge: Lindsay (automatically immune)
Curious Cotton
"What do you think the second part's going to be?" Shawn asked Topher.
"I'm guessing a race of some sort, because we don't have much longer until most of the challenges are shifted indoors due to the weather," Topher replied. "That, and Chris really likes racing challenges."
"In that case, I hope the clothes we're making are warm enough. I don't wanna freeze and become a zombie's sundae."
Topher guessed right, for the material they got was quite thin and breathable. Their team's color was blue, and the fabric came in three different shades: royal blue, dark blue, and azure.
"It appears we've gotten three different colors to discern which sub-team is which," Scarlett noted.
"Yeah, and I call dibs on this one," Harold said, picking up a piece of azure fabric. "Anyone else wanna help?"
"I'll do it!" Cody offered.
"Me too!" DJ added.
"Brick, B, Sam, Cameron, want to join?" Harold asked. They nodded. "Suh-weet! C'mon, let's go! Brick knows how to sew, so I think he should do that part..." His voice trailed off as they left.
"I want this one!" Sierra exclaimed, picking up a dark blue piece. "It brings out Cody's eyes! Plus it might help us blend in because it's pretty dark out today." Indeed, it was quite overcast. "Noah, Emma, Shawn, Jasmine, Lorenzo, and Scarlett, I'd like you to help me."
"So I guess that leaves us with this one," Courtney said, left with the royal blue fabric and the six teammates not chosen. "C'mon guys, let's hop to it!"
Powerful Polyesters
Their team color was purple, and their fabric matched accordingly, coming in amethyst purple, mauve, and red-violet. "Okay, I'm a model myself, so I think I should help you with these," Brady said. "But which color to choose? They're all pretty good."
"This one's my favorite color, so I'll take this," Stephanie said, taking a red-violet piece. "I'd like your help, if you wouldn't mind."
"Aw, thanks for deciding for me! Can I have Leshawna, Jo, Kitty, Miles, and Lightning also?"
"Sha-bam, dude! Hope you weren't tryin' to take all those ladies for yourself," Lightning chuckled.
"Uh, I have a girlfriend," Brady deadpanned.
"I have a boyfriend," Stephanie replied.
"I have a sorta-boyfriend," Leshawna added.
"I'm gay," Miles continued.
"I'm a freshman," Kitty groaned.
"And I just don't like you!" Jo finished.
"Okay, okay, maybe Lightning's joke was a little dumb, but c'mon! It's 2017, we shouldn't be carin' about that stuff!"
"No, it's 2017, meaning we should be caring about that stuff," Miles corrected him. "Let's just go already. Laurie, I think mauveine's vegan, so you can take that light purple cloth."
"Okay! Of you guys, I'd like Crimson, Jay, Tyler, Beardo, Amy, and Duncan."
"Don't make me wear anything stupid, dreadhead," Amy hissed, causing Laurie to jump back.
Confessional – Laurie.
"Amy would make a good model, but seriously, did she have to diss the dreads? I mean, I can't tell if that was racist or not!"
"It's something else," Jasmine said from outside the confessional. "It's called Amy's an idiot."
"Ah, THERE we go! I knew there had to be a name for it!"
"And that leaves us with this," Jacques said, admiring the remaining fabric. "Ah, the color of amethysts. The best of all quartzes."
"That's the good part! We're stuck with Sugar!" Alejandro reminded him.
"Oh, quit yer whinin'! I was a pageant girl, you should count yer blessings!" Sugar retorted.
"Fair enough. Sorry miss, I'm not myself today."
"Don't gimme that," Sugar whispered into his ear. "I know yer a liar, but as long as you and I work together, we can remove anyone in our way." Out loud she said, "Alright, powder mah nose, darlins! I'm gonna hit the silver screen!"
"Literally or figuratively?" MacArthur asked.
Confessional – Sanders.
"Knowing Sugar, probably both."
Lovely Linens
Their team color was yellow, and they too got three shades: amber, gold, and highlighter.
"I'll be taking this," Heather declared, taking the dark yellow shade known as gold for herself. "And for my team I'll take Scott, Trent, Jen, Justin, Ryan, and Sky."
"Hey! Leave some beautiful people for the rest of us!" Izzy exclaimed.
"Just because you're a psycho, pervy bisexual doesn't mean you can trump me," Heather replied cockily.
"Wait, Izzy's bi?" Trent asked.
"How do you not know that? She came out on the last day of ninth grade during homeroom!" Justin exclaimed. "She did a whole presentation! We ended up needing a new fire extinguisher."
"Oh, so that's how that happened. Sorry, I wasn't there that day. But it does explain why that ceiling tile's burnt."
"It doesn't matter!" Heather snapped, before stomping off, her team following her.
"I have no problem with amber. It's a pretty color," Katie said, examining the fabric of the slightly orange shade of yellow. "Sadie, Sammy, Bridgette, Geoff, Ella, and Dave, I'd like your help, please."
"So I guess that leaves us with the highlighter," Carrie said.
"Hey Carrie, it matches your hair," Devin pointed out.
"Oh! So it does."
Geoff sighed. "Miss your friend?" Ella asked, pausing her organization of the cloth pieces.
"Brody's more than my best bro, brah. He's my cousin. We've been hanging tight together since we were little kids. I just feel like I could've done more to save him."
"Don't feel too bad. He's still out there, watching you." Ella thought of something. "Hey, how about I sing while we work? That's bound to lift your spirits!"
"Well, okay...
Acoustic guitar music began starting up. Geoff looked confused as to where it was coming from. Ella began singing.
A stitch in time saves nine, that's what they always say,
So let us come together so we can win today.
I know it looks tough now, but I think we'll pull through.
Wonder if we'll need matching shoes.
Elsewhere, Justin heard Ella's lovely voice, looking up from sewing together a shirt. He smiled, resumed his job, and joined in, surprising her.
I don't know what we're going to do.
But I know I'll do it with you.
We will continue on, no matter what we'll find
That Chris will use to bind.
Then they alternated between each other.
So let's put this piece here (Jen, I could use your help)
Be careful with that needle (Wow, now my butt looks svelte!)
Should we have extra pockets? (One never has enough)
Now they sang together.
See? It doesn't have to be so rough.
Across the theater, everyone else joined in. The first was Jay, who was trying to figure out how to sew pants.
Hope I know what I'm doing, that I don't make them frown.
Bridgette was next, angrily slicing through the amber fabric with her scissors, scaring Geoff by how frightening she was.
Come Challenge 25, and Heather's going DOWN!
Emma looked up from the dark blue hat she was making and lampshaded the weirdness.
Can they get any more camp?
Noah, who was measuring Sierra's head for the hat, responded.
My dear, you know they'll try.
Sierra finished the stanza, happily tapping her feet.
And the odds, we shall defy!
"Okay, seriously, how is Ella able to summon music from nowhere?" Courtney asked during the brief musical interlude.
"Just go with it," Josee groaned.
"Well, alright then." Courtney began singing.
I hope that I can pull through.
Carrie murmured the next lyric into her arms as she watched Devin trace shapes in the cloth with a Sharpie.
When can I say that I love you?
Duncan groaned at the commotion.
Do those guys seriously think that they can win?
Well, it's making me so chagrined!
He resumed tearing holes into the leftover fabric from his sub-team and sang proudly.
Well, I know that my team is gonna score first place.
Owen dramatically sang at the ceiling.
Is there a chance that I'll see Izzy clad in lace?
"Sure!" Izzy said, revealing she'd found some red-orange lace among the yellow fabric and had turned it into a dress that bared quite a lot of skin. Owen blushed heavily.
Gwen rolled her eyes at this.
You guys are uber-weird.
Tyler replied to her from the other side of the room.
Don't need to throw that shade.
DJ and Dawn sang together as they looked into each other's eyes.
You and I, we're gonna do great.
Then Justin and Ella finished the song, admiring their handiwork.
And now just look at what we've made.
Lindsay sniffled. "That was like, so beautiful!"
"I know!" Dakota agreed. They wailed together.
Chris rolled his eyes but then saw Chef crying too. Chef looked up at Chris' disapproving glare. "What?"
"Never mind. Lindsay, please get yourself together, we're presenting the clothes and you need to evaluate them with a level head."
"Whee!"
"Didn't you used to like Ella's singing?" Chef asked.
"Yeah, but things changed."
Confessional – Chef.
"Better not be that Ella joined the Misfits after Challenge 3."
Lovely Linens
"Our first model, representing Team Amber, is Geoff," Sammy announced. Geoff walked in and flounced his outfit, which Sammy described. "A classic sportsjacket with tails. The length of the tails can be adjusted by buttoning it to the back. Coming with it are matching pants and some good old-fashioned dress shoes. Both the jacket and the pants have additional pockets for one's phone, wallet, keys, and other essentials."
"I was always running out of pockets back in the day," Chef said, "so I give this an eight for thinking ahead."
"Six. The color gets a bit overwhelming," Chris remarked.
"Nine. Because like Mr. Chef said, I never have enough pockets," Lindsay said.
"Meaning you have twenty-three points," a buff intern with wavy brown hair, Dudley, said. Dudley was keeping score because Chris was too lazy. He drew 23 on a whiteboard with a yellow marker, then outlined it with black because yellow is hard to see against white.
"Our second model, representing Team Gold, is Heather," Jen announced. Heather smirked and showed herself off. "It's not winter yet, but it's going to be soon! So Heather gets a nice winter dress with long sleeves and extra padding in the thighs. Her boots are an original design by myself."
"Seven, for taking into account summer wear's not good for winter," Chef said.
"Ten! It's awesome," Chris exclaimed.
"Three," Lindsay said, shocking Chris. "All that gold is like, waaaay too tacky. Plus Heather's a meanie norbert."
"...What?" Heather asked after making a string of unintelligible noises. "Okay, I'll admit, I'm an unapologetic [b word], but what's a norbert?!"
"Doesn't matter, you get twenty points," Dudley said, writing + 20 on the whiteboard.
'And finally, representing Team Highlighter, is Izzy," Zoey announced. "I think most of you've already seen the dress she made for herself during Ella's song."
"Wait, where did you get lace?" Alejandro asked, scratching his head in confusion.
"Oh, I slipped some in for each team. Whoever found it first got to use it, but had to work with their team's color too. Linens got red-orange, Polyesters got green, and the Cottons got white," Chris explained. "Izzy, your outfit seems to be all the wrong color."
"It's not entirely! Look down!" Izzy replied.
The judges did. "Socks?" Chef asked on seeing Izzy's calves covered in highlighter yellow cloth.
"Nope! Stirrups!" Izzy kicked off her flats, revealing the heels and the front ends of the garments were open. She wiggled her peridot green-painted toes.
"Well, you surprised me with the stirrups, but your outfit's too risque for my tastes. Four," Chef finally decided.
"Seven, because you managed to get the wool over our eyes," Chris continued. "Well, it's not actually wool, but..."
"Ten! I don't remember the last time I've seen stirrups on anyone, but they're really cute! You gotta teach me how to make them," Lindsay chirped.
"Thanks! But you'll have to take it up with Noah and Emma for your Misfit initiation. Then I'll teach you," Izzy replied perkily.
"Which will wait, because you have another twenty-one points," Dudley interrupted, writing + 21, "meaning your final score is:" and he wrote = 64.
"Whoever beats that may get an advantage!" Chris hinted.
Confessional – Gwen.
"Oh, so NOW he tells us. Still, I'm pretty happy that we're at least in a good spot."
First Threeway Confessional – Noah, Emma, and Kitty.
"We didn't have an initiation," Kitty said, confused.
"You were Misfits before the show started. Izzy decided anyone who'd join afterwards, e.g. Lindsay, would have to do some task and then vote out someone we didn't want successfully to become part of the alliance," Noah explained.
"Let's just focus on winning first," Emma reminded them. "We've still got a long list of people who want us gone."
"Don't worry, Emma!" Kitty exclaimed. "We're bound to get at least something productive done today!"
"And speaking of which, Sierra's outfit turned out alright," Noah added.
Curious Cottons
"Sierra is our fourth model today, representing dark blue, and she's got a beauty of a number," Lorenzo announced. "That skirt? It's actually a skort! Providing all the mobility and style of its parent pieces. The shirt is a long-sleeved polo with symmetrical breast pockets, now that's not something you see every day. Topping it all off is a hat to keep your ears warm in the mid-November winds. So what do you think?"
"Seven. Hats don't get enough love," Chef said, proudly patting his toque.
"Ditto that," Chris said. "It's a bit dull but still tasteful."
"Also seven. I like it, but dark colors are like, a bit overused," Lindsay added.
"Fair enough," Lorenzo said, nodding. "I get where you're coming from."
"And speaking of getting things, you have twenty-one points," Dudley said. He pulled out a second whiteboard and wrote 21 on it with a blue marker.
"Number five is our old pal Harold for Team Azure, bringing the stereotypical geekwear into the 21st century," Cody announced. "Not just dual chest pockets, but tetral! This polo shirt is gonna blow you outta the water. And it may not be denim, but these jeans know where it's at! Plus, we monogrammed the socks we made using the threads from the white lace. So whaddya say?"
"Six. Kinda average, but still wearable," Chef said.
"Eh, two. Not a fan of the whole geek chic thing," Chris said. "Or geeks, for that matter." Sierra gasped a little when she realized Chris had just scorned her beloved Cody.
"Five. It's a little weird for me, but if we had more types of fabric I'd like it more," Lindsay said.
"Good point, we think the same way," Harold said.
"You have thirteen points," Dudley said, writing + 13 on the whiteboard.
"I hope the next one's good enough so we don't get shortlisted," Sam gulped.
"Don't worry Sam, this one is!" Courtney announced. "Topher is representing Team Royal Blue, and he certainly lives up to it. He wears a tracksuit because that's what we're figuring part two's going to entail. As Chris is our humble (not really) sponsor, we decided to honor him by drawing his face on the headband with a white sharpie, supplied courtesy of Ennui."
"Nice use of resourcefulness. Eight," Chef said.
"Ten! You're quite clever AND you put my face on it!" Chris gushed.
"Thanks a bunch, Chris!" Topher called back.
"Ten. Because it reminds me of Tyler," Lindsay sighed. Courtney had used the appearance of Tyler's iconic red tracksuit as a template for her team's own.
"Awwww," many of the other girls, and Owen, cooed.
"Way to go, brah!" Geoff whooped, thumping a beaming Tyler on the back. "I'm proud of ya!"
"And with that, you have twenty-eight points," Dudley said, writing + 28. "Meaning your total score is:" and he wrote 62.
"Crud, that may not be enough to get us the advantage," Jasmine said nervously. "Beaten out by two points. Now that's bloody annoying."
"It sure is!" Chris turned to the camera. "How will I like the Polyesters? Find out after these messages."
Do da do da doo. Commercial break!
"And we're back!" Chris said to the audience. "One more team has yet to strut their stuff, and I think it's time they do!"
Powerful Polyesters
"Our first piece is from Team Red-violet, and it cannot be beat!" Brady announced. "Pun intended! We looked to nature and found a willing reference in good ol' Beta vulgaris, the table beet! Specifically, the cultivar known as Red Queen, which our model certainly qualifies for! Leshawna here is modelling a striped dress reminiscent of the taproot's cross-section and a matching scrunchie for the tops, with green lace to harken the image of its leaves."
"Ten! Veggies don't get enough love, and I love how you figured out how to make it striped," Chef said proudly.
"Nine. Had to take off for the awkwardness of the lace," Chris said.
"Ten as well! Lequisha, I mean, Leshawna looks really nice in that color!" Lindsay said.
"Aw, sugar, you're so sweet!" Leshawna chuckled.
"Whuh?" the girl named Sugar asked. "Someone say my name?"
"With twenty-nine points, your sub-team's attire is so far the highest-scoring!" Dudley said proudly, writing 29 on a third whiteboard with a purple marker.
"Up next is Beardo for Team Mauve!" Jay announced, while Beardo beatboxed his own theme song. "Wearing a classic shirt and pants, you may think this is a little average. And it is! But hey, casual clothing exists too."
"Seven. Because he's right," Chef said.
"One. Because I wanted more excitement," Chris complained.
"Eight. That's a really cute color, and it really goes with the other purples," Lindsay said.
"Putting your score at sixteen," Dudley finished, writing + 16.
"And our final piece for today is this little beauty," Alejandro announced. "Lauren may be shy, but she is a handsome model regardless. A layered top, trapping ample air to keep her warm in the cold weather. Baggy pants, to give her that oh-so-special ventilation. And think socks don't go with sandals? Think again, because no one does socks 'n' 'stocks like she can," he finished, referencing Lauren's brown Arizonas.
"Six. I've never gotten the appeal of those weird shirt things," Chef said.
"Nine! Alejandro's quite creative," Chris gushed.
"Seven. This kind of outfit's been done too many times already," Lindsay said. "Not that you aren't cute, Lauren, it's just–"
"Don't worry, I get it," Lauren said timidly. "T-thanks for liking it, though."
"And your score is twenty-two," Dudley said, writing + 22, "putting your total at:" and he wrote 67. "The Powerful Polyesters win with 67 points!" The Powerful Polyesters cheered.
"Your advantage? These!" Chris said. Joseph handed each of the team's the three models a branch.
"I don't get it. What are these for?" Beardo asked, very weighed down by his.
Chris smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?
"Part two, as Topher correctly identified, is a race!" The nine models stood outside the theater. "Your goal is to run from here to the Mess Hall quite a ways away. The first team to have all three of their models there wins! But there are many obstacles for you to face; luckily, the rest of your sub-team has been provided with a map and will guide you around them." Phil went around and placed earpieces into the models' left ears, while the announcers of each sub-team were handed a walkie-talkie and a paper map. "Since they won, the Powerful Polyesters get branches to help fend off one of the obstacles. Everyone get in position!" They did. "Oh, and any cheating will get your team automatically disqualified, FYI. Assuming we catch you, that is." Chris pulled out his airhorn and blew it. "Begin!"
They ran off.
"Only if you get caught?" Scott mused.
Confessional – Scott.
"I need to step up my game. And I really don't like Dawn. She thinks she knows all the things about my life with her BS magic stuff. So if I make it seem like she tried to disadvantage my team by stealing our map, she'll be out and the Misfits won't even suspect it."
A few minutes in, the first obstacle was reached: the pseudomines made their triumphant return, blasting Sierra into the sky.
"I've reached the mines! Now what?" Leshawna hollered.
"They're arranged in a diamond-shaped pattern. Each diamond is five mines tall and about four wide," Kitty said into the walkie-talkie. "If a mine is triggered right in front of you, hop in front of it! You've got about seven feet of open ground between the mines in the middle!"
"Got that!" Far away, Leshawna poked in front of her with her branch, letting go of it when a pseudomine launched it upwards. Leshawna caught it, jumped over the pseudomine, ran forward seven feet, and jumped. Repeat.
"Loving the mad skillz!" Harold complimented as he used his skinny body to snake through the open spaces between the pseudomines.
"You're doin' pretty good yourself, Harold! But I'm still gonna pull ahead of you come the next one!"
"We'll see about that!" Harold replied cheekily.
"Remember the bees? They're like, back and super mad," Geoff said.
"I'd imagine so, the bees Chris is using are Africanized," Dave said. "They're gonna be omnidirectional–"
"What?"
"They're gonna get you from all sides! Just avoid their hives and try to find a cold wind. Bees can't handle the cold all that well, especially ones from a tropical environment."
"Roger that, little clean dude!" Geoff said, avoiding the bees. "This is for you, Brody! This. Is. For. YOU!" And he ran headfirst into a cold gust, the bees unable and unwilling to follow. The wind, or maybe it was missing his best friend, caused him to tear up.
During the commotion, Scott snatched the Gold sub-team's map while no one was looking and slipped it into Dawn's back pants pocket, before slipping away.
"Trent, what should I do? Chris put up a bunch of tennis ball launchers – OW! My nipples!" Heather had apparently been whacked in the chest by two tennis balls.
"Well," Trent began, only then realizing something was amiss. "Wait, where's the map?"
"Maybe it just blew away," Ella suggested.
"No, I think Dawn stole it! She's trying to get us out!" Scott exclaimed, fake-panting.
"She WHAT?" Heather shrieked from the other end. "Get her!"
"I don't know, this doesn't sound like Dawn," Owen said, confused.
"Who cares? We're gonna lose if we don't get it back! Because sharing's gonna be too awkward," Jen reminded him.
"How'd you get that?" Lorenzo accused. Dawn had found the map in her pocket and much of her team wasn't too happy about it.
"I don't know, honest! It just showed up!" Dawn whimpered.
"You KNOW the penalty for cheating is disqualification," Scarlett growled. "Are you trying to get us to lose?"
"Guys, chill! This is Dawn, the girl who faints at blood, here!" Shawn admonished.
"But she's got nothing against cheating, apparently!" Sadie accused as her team showed up. "Scott told us so!"
"You ARE aware Scott has a history of lying, right?" Emma pointed out.
Everything clicked.
"Dawn, I apologize, I let my anger get the better of myself," Scarlett said sheepishly.
"It's alright. You have a lot of justified fury at the misinformed and no proper outlet. I suggest meditation," Dawn replied.
"Oh, Scott tried to cheat, did he?" Chris said, suddenly appearing. "Well, sorry guys, but the Lovely Linens are disqualified. Heather, Geoff, Izzy, you're out of the race!"
"Aw, man!" Izzy groaned from the other end. "And I was just about to punch a bear!"
Confessional – Heather.
"Scott's plan could have worked," Heather said, her chest bandaged, "under better conditions. And I wish I'd been told before those stupid tennis balls murdered my [t word]ties."
"Well, I think your plan was pretty good," Amy told Scott.
"You do? Aw, thanks! Too bad everyone else is smarter than I thought they were," Scott replied.
"You should've gone for someone who'd be more likely to lie. Like Sugar."
"Wish you'd told me earlier," Scott said, shaking his head. He left her.
Amy turned around and found Dawn standing behind her. "Ah! What is it?"
Dawn sighed. "Amy, most people wouldn't feel bad for you. But I am able to sympathize. You're still not over your birth father's death, are you not?"
"What? How do you...I mean, frick off, loser!" Amy stormed off, trying hard not to cry.
Dawn shook her head. "I at least tried..."
"Okay, there was a bit of a slip-up, but Sierra, Harold, and Topher got together before Leshawna, Beardo, and Lauren did, so the Curious Cottons win!" They cheered. "Powerful Polyesters, not too shabby, and you even figured out that your branches could be used in multiple ways."
Flashback to Beardo fending off the bees AND the tennis ball launchers with his branch.
"So you're also safe. Now for our losing, disqualified team. Meet me at the campfire at eight, Lovely Linens, someone's seams are about to burst!"
And almost everyone knew whose they were going to be.
Confessional – Owen.
"Scott," Owen said, surprisingly angry compared to his natural cheerful disposition, writing SCOTT on a piece of paper.
Confessional – Sky.
"Scott." She wrote SCOTT on a piece of paper.
Confessional – Zoey.
"Scott." She wrote SCOTT on a piece of paper. "Something tells me that in a past life, I should've done this a whole lot earlier."
Confessional – Trent.
"Scott." He wrote SCOTT on a piece of paper.
"Here's how we do eliminations," Chris said. "We use the marshmallow system here. When I call your name, come get one." Of the twenty-one marshmallows on the plate, only three of them colored. "The marshmallows are color-coded to show how many votes you got so you get clad in drama. White means no votes against you, and the recipients are Sammy, Bridgette, Heather, Owen, Ella, Katie, Sadie, Sky, Dave, Geoff, Mike, Zoey, Justin, Ryan, Devin, Carrie, Jen, and Trent." They all got their marshmallows.
"Blue means you received only one vote against you. But once again, we don't have any." He pointed to the single green marshmallow. "Green means you got more than one vote, but are still safe. Gwen, you have two votes against you."
"Et tu, Heather?" Gwen grumbled.
Two colored marshmallows were left. "Orange means you're on the chopping block, but are safe. Red means you're outta here. Izzy. Scott."
Izzy bounced in her seat. She knew who was going to stay for certain.
"Izzy, you're crazy and could kill someone without a second thought. Scott, you've been behind several incidents, but you may have finally bitten off more than you could chew. One of you's going out, and...
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"Izzy apparently got the same number of votes as Gwen. So in other words, Scott has gotten an overwhelming majority of the votes and has been eliminated."
"Oh no!" Heather wailed. "Why would you do this to me?"
"Silly Heather!" Izzy grinned. "Remember what Noah said to you? Mess with one Misfit, you mess with all Misfits!"
"Sorry Heather," Scott cowered as he timidly got the red marshmallow.
Confessional – Courtney.
"Our alliance is down to two," Courtney reflected. "I'm not certain how much longer it'll last. Also, seriously, Scott, what the bloody heck on a cracker?!"
Confessional – Mike.
"Thank goodness that worked! Scott would've only kept rigging the votes had he stayed. I'm sure of it."
"Mike's got it right," Chris said. He stood at the Dock of Shame. "Twenty-one down. Sixty-three remain. With Scott's elimination, Season One is officially over. Who'll remain in fashion and who'll fall out of style? Find out on
"Total.
"Drama!"
"LACE!" Izzy shouted, rushing over and tying Chris up with the Cottons' spare white lace, before running off gleefully. Chris struggled to escape and fell over.
Votes:
Sammy – Scott
Bridgette – Scott
Heather – Gwen
Scott – Gwen
Gwen – Scott
Owen – Scott
Izzy – Scott
Ella – Didn't vote
Katie – Scott
Sadie – Scott
Sky – Scott
Dave – Scott
Geoff – Scott
Mike – Scott
Zoey – Scott
Justin – Scott
Ryan – Izzy
Devin – Izzy
Jen – Scott
Trent – Scott
Results: 16-2-2 Scott-Izzy-Gwen
Eliminated: Staci, Leonard, Tammy, Leshaniqua, Spud, Chet, Dakota (ii), Phil (r), Ellody, Rock, Rodney (t), Anne Maria, Mickey, Jazz (r), Max, Mary, Junior, Zeke (t), Beth, Brody, Scott
Known active immunity idols: Josee (Crimson), Owen, Carrie, Tyler, Sammy (Noah), Geoff (Geoff), Justin (Ella), Duncan (Alejandro)
Future eliminations immunized against: Heather (1)
Bonus clip:
"We made it to Season Two, little buddy!" Owen exclaimed the next day, cracking open a bottle of water and chugging it.
"Yeah," Noah said, staring at the green mash on his plate. "What do you think's in this stuff?"
Owen sniffed it. "It's baked lettuce."
"Guess this is why you don't cook it. Oh, and Owen?"
"Yeah?"
"We're gonna need to be careful more than ever now. Because most of Team E-Scope may have survived this far...and our opponents are only going to work even harder to get rid of us."
Owen gulped in fear.