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EndeavorT: Immunity idols are a calculated risk. Use them at the wrong time and you'll probably get booted out as soon as it wears off, especially if you bump off the psycho girlfriend of another psycho.
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Polluxation: Thanks! If you've found this message, good work! Most of you humans keep forgetting that I'm not one myself. I'm surprised Dawn-J isn't a more common pairing, to be honest. Unfortunately for those of us with any sense, Nemma's creation has somehow failed to kill NoCo. I liked rewriting Staci and Lindsay into more realistic characters, and of course I appear in this, for the obvious reason that my reality is at the crux of several alternate realities. There were moments between episodes where characters got to interact (and thus actually develop their relationships) that this show didn't air; keep in mind that each episode is three days apart from each other and a lot can happen in those in-betweens. I liked writing "The Misfits Will Fall"; I based it off of "Ready as I'll Ever Be" from the Tangled series. I took the fan names for some of the interns and applied the concept to everybody else. In real life, Cody would've called the cops on Sierra first thing in the morning when he found out she'd been watching him sleep.
Friday, December 15, 2017
"Last time on Total Drama – we Macchu'd some Picchu! [Zoey getting hit on the head with a potato] We went to Peru to scour the grounds of its most famous ruins for some offcolored spuds! [Duncan handing Chris the last potato] Finding these were important, since they gave an advantage for the next part: pok-to-pok! [Harold giving Jo the ball] But that wasn't all last time had to offer. Alejandro roped Heather into his Final Ten deal with Jacques and Josee! [The discussion] Mal, Mike's evil persona, pitched in too! [Mal kicking the potato away] Dawn was sent out in a tiebreaker [Dawn's elimination] to continue furthering their ongoing plot of destroying all Misfits!"
Chris stood at the Dock of Shame. "Fifty-two contestants remain. Who's going to uncover the key to victory and who's gonna find out their time here was a wild goose chase? Find out here on
"Total.
"Drama!"
As if on cue, the Gray Geese's mascot appeared and honked. "Dude, you're killing the moment."
Theme song
*Instrumental*
A camera appeared from the snow-covered 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. Jacques laughed at him, but stopped when he saw Leshawna glaring at him.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine
You guys are on my mind
The camera flew across the snowy island, passing Chris getting pampered by a disgusted Phil, Jo and Eva arm-wrestling, Dave attempting to flirt with Sky, Trent performing a song in front of an approving Ella, Crimson and Ennui staring blankly into space, and Jasmine fighting a mutated anglerfish.
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 few animals still awake during winter. Then Dawn showed up. DJ invited her to join them, while the Vegans glared at her.
I wanna be famous
Heather, Josee, and Taylor battled it out on the frozen lake in a game of hockey. Josee knocked the puck so hard it went flying right into one of B's inventions on the other side of the lake. Bridgette and Geoff watched, then the latter pulled out a card reading "7.5".
*Instrumental*
Owen trudged across the ice covering the river, which quickly broke under his weight. He jumped out of the water shivering. From afar, Sasquatchanakwa rolled his eyes as if to say "lightweight". Then Izzy appeared behind him and knocked him to the ground, before pulling out a camera and taking a picture of her catch.
I want to live close to the sun
Well, pack your bags cause I've already won.
Mike looked into a mirror and smiled at what he saw. His reflection included those of his alternate personalities, who were happily admiring their looks. Then an emo version of Mike, with his hair flipped over his face, suddenly appeared in the back, frightening everyone.
Everything to prove nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Chef roasted the remains of a mutated rat in the cafeteria over the stove in front of the campers. Ryan and Stephanie looked at each other, then back at Chef with their game faces on. Behind them, Tyler, Lindsay, Zoey, Cameron, Sam, and Lightning mingled.
'Cuz I wanna be famous
Amy attempted to tackle Sammy, but Cody appeared and shoved her aside, before pulling Sammy into a hug. Behind them, Sierra cursed to herself.
Na na nana na na nana nana na na na na na naaaaah
Courtney, Duncan, and Gwen watched Sugar engage in a slap-fight with MacArthur to Sanders' disapproval. Courtney was holding Duncan's hand, but the latter was secretly checking out Gwen.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
Carrie and Devin sat together in the Climate Hall, the one warm part of the island left, when it suddenly began raining, and then the door opened, causing both to get very cold. It turned out Alejandro had been responsible. He grinned evilly at the camera. But he didn't notice Brick spying on him. Brick's eyes narrowed.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous.
Topher chatted with Dakota, who was busy with intern work. Behind them, Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief as she looked behind the good cabin. Because of the colder weather, the lustblossoms were dormant.
*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 Justin interrupted the moment by appearing between them. They gave him immediate death glares, causing him to run off. The couple looked back at the camera with raised eyebrows.
Mess Hall
Devin, Ryan, Carrie, and Stephanie were sitting together, just like old times. "Wow, Chef's finally giving us some decent food for once!" Ryan remarked at the breakfast taco.
"Still has the brown gunk though," Stephanie replied, "but then again a taco's just brown gunk in a tortilla chip anyway."
"Hey, Devin?" Carrie asked. "Dawn was eliminated last time...did you vote for her?"
"Al wanted me to, because he didn't like how poorly she did in the game," Devin sighed. "But I couldn't bring myself to do it because she's a nice person and it didn't make sense! And then I started thinking about who I could vote for, and...it hurt my head just to think about it. So I just wrote 'Ack' on my paper."
Carrie nodded. "Good thing you didn't. Alejandro's up to no good."
"What makes you say that?" Ryan inquired.
"Doesn't he seem cool?"
"Well, yeah."
"Too cool, I mean. He never messes up, does he?"
Ryan and Devin looked at each other. "...Go on," Ryan said slowly.
"He's using that confidence to distract people from voting for him. Only the Misfits, the Geeks, and a couple other people here know what he's really like. We have to act quickly because another innocent person might be out next."
Final Ten Deal
"So who's next?" Jacques asked.
"Izzy, without a doubt!" Heather sneered. "She's a freak of nature! If we get stuck in a physical competition she'll steamroll us over. Literally! With an actual steamroller! And yes, I do mean the steam-powered ones, she can break the laws of nature without even blinking!"
"Then Izzy is next?" Josee asked. "Huh. One would think Owen would be a better target, seeing that he is Noah's best friend."
"Yes, but we are not trying to destabilize Noah," Alejandro reminded her. "We are targeting Emma. Izzy's premature elimination would make the butter boy upset about not having his girlfriend around. He can bounce back, sure, but Emma will feel that initial negativity and run with it." He smirked. "And the Misfits shall be no more."
"Hey you guys!" Izzy, speaking of the she-devil, announced to the entire cafeteria. "I found this flash drive inside my taco! I'm debating over whether or not to eat it."
"Please do, then we can be rid of you for good," Josee remarked.
"No, Izzy, don't eat that!" Sanders exclaimed. "You'll get sick! Besides, we need to find out what's on it."
"If we can find out what's on it," MacArthur commented. "I don't trust that brown goop."
"I can clean it," Cody offered. "Then we'll go to the computers."
As they filed out, Sierra noticed something. "Shouldn't Chris have called us for our challenge?"
"Perhaps the flash drive will tell us more," Ennui said softly and emotionlessly.
Confessional – Ennui.
"If this is an attempt at breaking our usual format, I am not certain if it will work as well as Chris expects it to. But we shall just have to wait and see."
Computer Area
"First time outside the Aftermaths that we get to see this place in detail, huh?" Dakota asked Phil.
Cody presented the cleaned flash drive to Brick and the latter carefully put it into the nearest computer. There was only a single file on it, a short video named "CHALLENGE THIRTY-THREE". Brick clicked on it and the video opened before playing.
"Hello all!" Chris said in the video. "I hope you enjoyed your breakfast tacos!"
"I didn't get a taco because they weren't vegan," Miles grumbled.
"I myself had a big plate of scrambled eggs. Man, they were so good I went to Cloud Nine! I could have a dozen helpings of them!" He paused, then awkwardly added in "Eighty-six!" The clip ended there.
"Cloud Nine? Isn't that in that place some people say good people go when they die?" Lindsay asked.
"Heaven? Yeah, that's the one," Sugar said. "Maybe you're not such a heathen after all. If Chris is dead, we may need to dig."
"Maybe we don't," Noah thought. "Nine, twelve, and eighty-six. Three numbers in sequence. That sounds like a combination to a safe. Dakota, Phil, round up the other interns and ask them if they know of any safes on this island. Guys, we're going back to the Mess Hall to interrogate Chef for the same purpose."
"Here are some walkie-talkies so we can stick together," Dakota said, picking up a box of them from the floor. Everyone took one.
"Okay, now let's get going," Emma decided.
"Nah, I don't feel like doing a challenge today," Duncan said. "That last one tired me out."
"Do you suppose we should eliminate you, then?" she growled.
"No...?"
Emma grabbed him by his shirt. Since Duncan himself was pretty short, bringing him down to eye level was easy. "Then get to it!" She released him and stormed off.
"Dude!" Duncan said, frightened for once, to Noah. "Curb your girlfriend!"
"I'm trying," Noah replied through gritted teeth as everyone else followed her.
Confessional – Emma.
"Courtney IS right. Duncan has about zero motivation! If we're staying in this game, we have to be ready to act."
Confessional – Noah.
"Not that I disagree with her, but she could've been a little more tactful."
Some time later
"Guys, we found the safe!" Bridgette announced over the walkie-talkies. "It's in the Crafts Theater! Or is it the Drama Theater?"
"Both are correct, Chris changed the name halfway through Season One," Topher said. "We're on our way."
On the center stage was a massive safe the size of a minivan. "Leshawna, since you're the one who suggested we look in here, you can open it," Bridgette said.
"Don't mind if I do." Leshawna carefully rotated the combination lock, which had a hundred numbers on it (thankfully, otherwise turning it to eighty-six would be impossible), then opened it.
Chris flopped out of the safe, lifeless. Everyone shrieked.
"Wait a minute, that's not a real corpse!" Shawn exclaimed. "I'd know a real one anywhere because that's where zombies come from! This is a mere wax dummy!"
Jasmine picked up its hand and felt it. "He's right," she nodded. "And there's also a note in the safe." A pause.
"Well aren't you going to get it?" Amy asked impatiently.
"Claustrophobia, I can't bring myself to go inside there."
"I can do that," Shawn offered. He did so, walking in and out, note now in hand.
"Thanks, mate."
"You're welcome." He opened the note and read it:
"'Hey everybody! As you can plainly see, I am dead. Not big surprise.'" Everyone groaned at the reference before Shawn continued. "'But how did I die? That's the subject of today's challenge. I want you to break into your alt. gem teams, the ones I introduced in the hamster ball challenge. You're going to sleuth it up and find out who killed me and how. Collect fingerprints from the other team's members and compare them to the ones provided at the bottom of this note. Also look for thirteen items that have also been fingerprinted, because one of those things is what killed me; you'll know which ones they are because they'll have red paint on them. The team who has a member to correctly identify my method of murder wins! The losing team will be determined by the number of incorrect accusations and lowest number of items sampled. Good luck!'"
Insane Iolites: Alejandro, Amy, B, Beardo, Brick, Bridgette, Cameron, Carrie, Cody, Crimson, and Devin.
Precious Peridots: DJ, Duncan, Ella, Emma, Ennui, Eva, Geoff, Harold, Heather, Izzy, Jacques, Jasmine, and Jay.
Terrific Topazes: Jen, Jo, Josee, Justin, Laurie, Leshawna, Lightning, Lindsay, MacArthur, Mike, Miles, Noah, Owen, and Ryan.
Kooky Kunzites: Sadie, Sam, Sammy, Sanders, Scarlett, Shawn, Sierra, Sky, Stephanie, Sugar, Taylor, Topher, Tyler, and Zoey.
Precious Peridots
"This brick has red stuff on it!" Geoff called, having found the first murder weapon in the Mess Hall. He was about to pick it up when Harold swatted his hand off it.
"Idiot!" Harold snapped. "You'll taint it if you get your own fingerprints on it!"
"Oh yeah."
Jasmine produced a massive pair of pincers and used them to maneuver the brick onto the table in front of them. "Alright, so how could a brick be used to kill Chris?"
"Uh, duh! Throw it at his head!" Izzy scoffed.
"But his skull didn't look crushed," Jay reminded her.
"Perhaps it was used as a bludgeon to snap his neck," Jacques suggested.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Duncan agreed. "Now we gotta figure out who. I've been in juvie, so my prints are public record for the others to find."
"But that'd require a secure internet connection, which the computers don't have," Jasmine replied. "I think we'll need to set up a trap to get someone's DNA. It's too cold to dig a pit, so we might want to set up a snare net."
"Now all we need is an incentive to bring a person over that spot," Harold said. Duncan leered at him viciously. "...what?"
Confessional – Duncan.
"Hey, Doris is only good for drawing attention. So why not?"
Kooky Kunzites
Scarlett pulled on a pair of blue nylon gloves and picked up a frying pan she'd found on the floor of the good cabin. "Obviously a frying pan could be used as a blunt weapon, either to cause severe cerebral trauma or for internal hemorrhaging."
"What?" Sugar asked.
"Yeah, speak English!" Taylor added.
"I did," Scarlett grimaced, facepalming.
"She's saying that the frying pan could've been used to hit him upside the head hard enough to destroy his brain, or hit him on his body hard enough to rupture an organ," Sam explained. Taylor and Sugar nodded thoughtfully.
"Or it could be scissors!" Tyler and Stephanie entered with a pair of scissors, their handles stained red. "Someone could've like, cut a major blood vessel with these!" he said.
"And since Chris was wearing his clothes, the cut would be covered up!" Stephanie added.
"Tempting, very tempting," Scarlett pondered. "His corpse did look unnaturally pale even for a dead body. What about fingerprints? Did anyone get someone's?"
"Val and I want to become cops, so I've already got hers and my own," Sanders said. "I compared them to the photocopy B made for us, and neither of ours match."
Confessional – Scarlett.
"The possibility that one of our own committed the crime should not be discounted. I'm glad that Sanders had the sense to check herself before, as they say, she wrecked herself."
Insane Iolites
"I say that Heather did it," Amy said suddenly in the VR room.
"What basis do you have for that?" Cody asked.
"Huh, I thought my probable brother-in-law would be smarter."
"Just tell us what her motivation is!" Brick sighed.
"Especially because you accused mi amor," Alejandro growled.
"Because Heather hates Chris! Plain and simple!" Amy retorted.
"But all of us hate Chris," Cameron said. "Right?"
"Yeah, but Heather talks back to him more than anyone else, right? And I've known her long enough to know how she thinks. The more she hates someone, the more vocal she gets, and the more likely she is to do something." She chuckled. "Boy, the things she used to do to Gwen should be proof enough."
Bridgette nodded. "Surprisingly well thought-out. We'll need to get something of Heather's and check it for fingerprints. But it should be something that would only have her fingerprints on it."
So...you're suggesting we go on a panty raid? B asked.
Bridgette's eyes widened in realization and she blushed in embarrassment. "I...kinda did suggest that. Alejandro, you're her boyfriend, so that'll be your responsibility. You were on the same team last time, so you should know where her room is."
Alejandro sighed after the rest of their team dispersed. "You don't actually think she did it, right?"
"I don't know. But we can't let our emotions affect our judgement," Bridgette replied.
"I dunno Bridge, I find it makes for excellent entertainment!" Chris, alive and well, said in his private quarters. "Will they find out how I died? Find out after these messages."
Do da do da doo. Commercial break!
"And we're back!" Chris said to the audience. "Let's see how far our guys have come in finding out how I died!"
Terrific Topazes
"How could a bag of cheese puffs be used to kill someone?" Ryan asked. At Zata Clearing they'd found an unopened bag of non-name-brand cheese puffs marked with a smattering of red blotches.
"A heart attack," Laurie replied.
"One bag?" he asked skeptically.
"Maybe they're radioactive?" Lindsay suggested.
"If it's from this island, fair chance it could be," Noah said. "Anyone got a Geiger counter?"
"No, but I found this tooth in the snow," Justin said, pointing his hiking boot-clad foot to the object in question. It had a red index fingerprint on its top. Lightning flipped it over with a stick, revealing a thumbprint on the opposite side.
"Wait...that's a shark tooth," Miles gulped.
Deep beneath the ice on the lake surrounding the island, Fang sighed contentedly. It'd taken a while, but he'd put on enough weight from the bighead and silver Asian carps that he would be able to hibernate through the winter. The mutant fell asleep, clutching a sunken branch with his dorsal fins, which were now thicker at the tips and sported primitive thumbs...
"Well," "Mike", mused, "a shark tooth could've been used to slash his throat."
"No good," Noah replied. "There would've been a mark on the dummy's throat if it was. And try to keep the number of suggestions you make down, the more false hypotheses we make, the more points we lose. Stick to finding more murder weapons and DNA evidence."
I don't intend to, Mal thought grimly, frowning at his primary's friend.
"Hey, I found a dustpan!" MacArthur shouted from somewhere else.
Mike's Mind
Mike and Chester found a set of gates. In front of it were five plates, a fork and a knife next to each other in the centers of each, aligned vertically. "Looks like we'll need to do a puzzle in order to open those gates," Chester squinted.
"A very odd kind of puzzle." Mike squinted at the accompanying sign. "'To open these gates, rearrange the silverware into their proper resting etiquette.'" He looked over each. "Pause, ready for second plate, excellent, finished, and didn't like." He sighed. "Sir Cornwall Balderdash would be perfect for this! Unfortunately, Mal killed him."
"I know, and he will be with us in our hearts forever," Chester said, putting his hand on Mike's left shoulder. "But buck up, kid! We can figure out another way! Don't you know someone who enjoys pointless trivia?"
Mike gasped. "Harold, of course!" He summoned a Harold clone. "Harold, my man, can you help us open that gate?" The clone was of course mute, but he gave Mike an okay symbol and went to work.
For the first, the duplicate angled the bases of the fork and knife until they touched opposite sides of the plate, forming a carat shape. For the second, the fork was moved to the center and the knife, blade facing the left, was put under it. For the third, they were rotated ninety degrees to the right. No change on the fourth. And the fifth and final plate's arrangement was much like the first, only the knife's blade went through the fork's central tines.
The Harold copy dissipated, and the gates swung open. "Well I'll be! He does know useless stuff like outdated table manners!" Chester remarked.
"Doesn't that go for all table manners though?"
"Eh, I guess. C'mon Mike, Svetlana can't be too far from here!" And off they went.
Insane Iolites
Alejandro was about to go through Heather's dresser when he found something on the floor. It was a piece of rope with red paint on it. "Odd," he mused. Carefully, using a plastic bag Heather apparently had lying around, he gingerly picked up the rope and left with it.
Confessional – Alejandro.
"I do not believe Heather did it. If whoever did is automatically eliminated, then I must lead Bridgette off the paper trail...and finding a murder weapon might do that."
Kooky Kunzites
"We somehow lucked out with finding weapons," Sammy said in awe. They had found a wooden sidetable, a pair of bellows, a piece of yellow construction paper, a cat carrier with the appropriate black ball of fur in it (said cat was also a murder weapon), an empty coffee can, a wooden box with the remnants of a popped balloon in it (also both of them murder weapons), and a massive sideways piston.
"I don't even know what that thing is," Sky said, poking at the piston. "Is it a hydraulic press from those crushing videos?" It suddenly fired, causing everyone, including the cat, to jump.
"Aw, the poor thing is scared!" Zoey winced.
"It seems like an even bigger bundle of nerves than Shawn does," Topher noted. "No offense."
"None taken."
"Bundle?" Tyler thought. "Guys, do you think maybe there wasn't just one murder weapon?"
"What do you mean?" Sierra asked.
"I mean that, what if they're all the murder weapon?"
"Hm...that would only work if these were assembled into a Rube Goldberg machine," Scarlett mused.
"That doesn't mean it's impossible, though," Sam commented. "We'll need to look at the other murder weapons...and find some new balloons to test it with."
Precious Peridots
"We have the WORST luck at finding weapons," Geoff groaned as his team ate lunch.
"Are you sure something won't turn up?" DJ asked.
"Nah man, just that there were a buncha magazines in that safe."
"Hey guys, what did you find?" Sammy asked, entering the Mess Hall.
"Just a brick. Why?"
"We might need that." She found the brick and took it away.
"She's tainting it with her fingerprints!" Geoff gasped.
"Could she be the murderer?" Jay asked.
"No, Sammy's not that kinda girl," Jasmine replied. "Trust me, we've been friends for a long time."
Some time later
"So WHY are we here?" Josee asked. Everyone had gathered together back at the theater.
"Because thanks to Tyler, we figured it out," Sanders beamed. "Take it away!"
Tyler cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, and other genders I don't understand, I present to you how Chris died!"
He began his reenactment with a deliberately bad impression of Chris. "Do-de-doo, look at me, I'm amazing even though I don't do jack squat! Hey, that safe has some sweet magazines in it!" Everyone laughed at this.
Tyler walked forward before carelessly bumping into the sidetable with his hips. He then stepped aside. The table fell over onto the bellows, forcing a gust of wind out. It blew the paper up onto the perch the cat carrier was on. The cat jumped out and swatted at the paper, causing the carrier to swing down from the rope. It slammed into the can, causing it to roll until it hit the wooden box. The force was enough to knock the lid off, releasing the balloon until it reached the shark tooth. It popped, startling the cat and causing it to jump onto the dustpan hard enough to launch the brick. The brick flew into the air, bounced off the bag of cheese puffs, changed trajectory with the frying pan, and slammed into the piston. The piston shot forward and slammed the safe door shut.
"AGH! NO AIR!" Tyler said, before flopping down on the ground. He lifted his head. "That's how Chris died. He was too lazy to pick up after himself."
"I knew that his sloppiness would be his undoing," Chef remarked. "Ever since I first got hired for him."
"Well, not much has changed then, I suppose?" the real, living Chris asked as he entered the room.
"Oh, come on! He's still alive?!" Heather groaned.
"And people thought I was nuts for saying you killed him," Amy quipped. Heather leered at her. "Oops."
"Speaking of, it's time for me to figure out how well you chumps did!" Chris said. "Kooky Kunzites, you found the overwhelming majority of the weapons and, shockingly, Tyler was able to determine my correct method of death. You guys win!"
"Attaboy, Tyler!" Sierra said proudly, thumping him on his back. Lindsay ran over to him and kissed him; he was surprised but very quickly gave in. A lot of people went "awww".
"Terrific Topazes, you found three murder weapons. Insane Iolites, you only found one weapon, but came up with a reasonably sound motivation. And you dared to steal Heather's undies, too!"
"Bridgette's idea, not mine!" Alejandro said hastily.
"Therefore, both of you will be declared safe. Now. Precious Peridots. You only found one murder weapon and your few suggestions weren't really that well backed-up. You guys lose. Meet me at the campfire at eight, Precious Peridots, you just became less precious!"
As everyone left, Noah noticed a glimmer in the safe. He quickly raced in and out of it, MacArthur's immunity idol in his coat pocket. "Now how am I gonna speak to Emma?" Noah thought aloud.
Confessional – Heather.
"Today has JUST NOT been my day. Bridgette and Amy could've gotten me eliminated, it wouldn't be out of character for Chris to do that. Amy's standing in Heather's Devils is seriously tarnished now." She sighed, then she smiled deviously. "But hey, I might as well ruin someone else's day while I'm here." She wrote IZZY on a piece of paper.
Confessional – DJ.
"I was gonna vote for Heather, but Alejandro seemed a bit mad. I don't want him to go after me, so I guess I'll go back to my usual silence." He wrote NOT TODAY on a piece of paper and sighed. "I wish Dawn were here to help me figure this stuff out."
Confessional – Izzy.
Izzy put on her glasses and temporarily became Brainzilla. "I believe I may be of risk of leaving, seeing that I came up with our first incorrect hypothesis. So I shall stand by my alliance and vote for Jacques." She wrote JACQUES on a piece of paper, then removed her glasses and became herself again.
"See? She was gonna appear at some point!" Izzy said to the reader. "Be grateful I like fanservice!"
Confessional – Geoff.
"Heather, you've gotta go." He wrote HEATHER 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." He lifted a plate of seventeen marshmallows, the last six of them colored. "The marshmallows are color-coded to show how many votes you got to raid the temple of drama. White means no votes against you, and the recipients are DJ, Ella, Emma, Ennui, Eva, Geoff, Harold, Jasmine, and Jay.
"Blue means you received only one vote against you. No one got one today." Chris pointed to the two green marshmallows. "Green means you got more than one vote, but are still safe. Two people have two votes. Those people are Duncan and Heather."
Duncan sighed. "This is what I get for not wanting to do this dumb challenge, huh?"
"Seems so." Two colored marshmallows were left. "Orange means you're on the chopping block, but are safe. Red means you've outlasted your welcome. Jacques. Izzy."
Izzy smiled deviously at Jacques.
"Jacques, you're crafty and conniving, and that doesn't suit well with people. Izzy, you're cuckoo for cocoa puffs, that doesn't suit well with anyone. Today we find that...
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"Izzy! You're gone with two more votes than Jacques!" Her face immediately fell into despair.
"WHAT?!" everyone exclaimed.
Confessional – Owen.
"Oh no!" he sobbed. "I wasn't ready!" He sighed. "I knew it had to happen someday, but I was thinking it was gonna be like March or something! Izzy, I hope that when you get home, you spread what we're doing to everyone. The Misfit shall rise! And one by one, the popular people will fall."
Confessional – Emma.
"See?! This is exactly what I'm worried about!" She looked frantically at the camera. "If this keeps up...Noah might dump me because our relationship is making him a target!"
"Hey, fate's cruel. Just like my death." Chris stood in the theater. "Thirty-three down. Fifty-one remain. Who'll get Holmes with the five million and who'll get tripped by the speckled band? Find out on
"Total.
"Drama!"
The cat, angry about being scared, attacked him. Chris slipped on the bag of cheese puffs, rupturing it. The cat stopped fighting and began licking up cheese powder. Chris sighed in defeat.
Votes:
DJ – Didn't vote (VOID)
Duncan – Izzy (VOID)
Ella – Didn't vote (VOID)
Emma – Jacques (VOID)
Ennui – Heather (VOID)
Eva – Jacques (VOID)
Geoff – Heather (VOID)
Harold – Duncan (VOID)
Heather – Izzy (VOID)
Izzy – Jacques (VOID)
Jacques – Izzy (VOID)
Jasmine – Duncan (VOID)
Jay – Jacques (VOID)
Results: 4-3-2-2 Jacques-Izzy-Duncan-Heather (VOID)
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, Lauren, Brady, Lorenzo (t), Katie, Trent, Kitty, Gwen, Dave, Courtney, Tom, Dawn (t), Izzy (r)
Known active immunity idols: Josee (Crimson), Owen, Carrie, Tyler, Sammy, Lindsay, Devin, Eva, MacArthur (Noah), Geoff (Geoff), Justin (Ella), Duncan (Alejandro)
Future eliminations immunized against: Emma (1)
Bonus clip:
"I cannot believe my luck!" Jacques said to Josee that night. "I was almost out!"
"But...the math, it does not make sense," Josee pondered. "Thirteen votes, yet only eleven of us actually voted."
It clicked. "Someone helped us," Jacques said, eyes wide. "But who could have done it?"
"Alejandro only rigs challenges, not the final votes. Heather isn't sneaky enough to pull it off; neither is Duncan. And Scott is long gone...so who?"
Outside their window, they didn't notice Mal looking in. Satisfied with his work, he turned around and vanished into the dark, snowy sky, only his mouth visible. He let out a short, ominous chuckle before his mouth disappeared too.