(Ship, Atlantic Ocean; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:00 AM)
A late morning breeze strikes Beth, who is standing near the bow of the ship, taking in the cool feeling and environment. At the same time, she's in the midst of crafting colored bracelets. She's careful in adding the beads to the strings, humming a song as well. All seems to be calm and peaceful for her-
*CRASH*
Someone has crashed into her, all of a sudden. Said someone is Tyler, who manages to recover quicker than her, and with barely a scratch. As for Beth… "Ow!" She groans, getting back onto her feet soon after, wobbling. It doesn't take long for her to realize that something is missing from her hand. A gasp after looking around. "My friendship bracelets! I worked so hard on them!" Her voice becomes more filled with defeat as she looks over the railing, her current and most likely some more bracelets, forever lost in the ocean.
Then she turns to glare at the responsible source: Tyler. "What is wrong with you-" She pauses upon seeing him rubbing the back of his neck and cracking his lower back. "Oh! Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Beth's anger has morphed into a tone of concern before into one of confusion. "Wait… I… I don't know if I should be mad or concerned…" The dork starts pacing back and forth, thinking while stroking her chin. "Hmm, how would a popular person go about this?" She's murmuring, unaware that he's all good now.
"Just go with what you think is best." Tyler answers, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. "If you wanna be mad at me, then I'm cool with it." An accepting nod from him. "I get it; I deserve it." He sees the completed bracelets and frowns. "Sorry about that."
"I-It's okay." Beth replies, rubbing her arm in awkwardness. "I, um, they were just bracelets anyway." Her tone doesn't match her expression, not that Tyler notices. "Like, they're not cool anymore and I have to move on." She shifts the focus to him right away. "So, uh, what happened to you?"
Tyler smiles. "I was just going for a jog around the ship when I tripped over one of those wooden boards and uh, crashed into you." He scratches the back of his head, sheepish and apologetic again. Then he notices her looking closely at him, up and down. Too close for his comfort. "Uh… what's up?"
"How do you not have a scratch?" Beth stares at him in awe, fascinated. "It's like your body is built different!" She exclaims, leaning even closer to him somehow, albeit unintentionally.
Stepping back a bit, Tyler chuckles as his back presses against the railing. "Happens a lot more than you think. You get used to it."
An understanding nod from Beth. "Right, right…"
Then silence. She had expected him to respond with more than a nod. So as a result, the two stand there in an awkward pause, Beth looking more awkward than him.
Soon enough, Tyler breaks the silence. "Alright, time for me get back to the grind." He starts jogging away from her, raising a hand to indicate a goodbye. "Nice talking to you!"
Now by herself again, Beth wonders if she's now on a popular dude's good side.
(Ship, Atlantic Ocean; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:05 AM)
Somewhere else on the ship, at the right side, two other people seem to be sitting on the wooden deck. Nothing but railing further to the right, wall to the left, and a hallway-like path both straight ahead and to the back. Duncan is in the midst of carving a skull on the deck with his pocket knife. Gwen is in the midst of writing in her diary.
She glances at him every now and then as the atmosphere remains silent. But after looking up from her diary again upon hearing a creaking sound and glaring at the punk, she's about to continue where she left off when he decides to speak. "You're more than welcome to watch me." The goth notices that he's not looking back, but has paused on the carving.
A bit caught off-guard, she nonetheless maintains her composure. "Watching someone carve a skull on the deck?" An eye roll. "Very entertaining." Sarcasm oozes from her voice.
Duncan turns his head enough for her to see. He smirks a bit. It's unsure if he picked up on the sarcasm or not. "Making art is very fun." The delinquent leans against the wall, twirling his knife with ease before gripping it by the handle. "You should try it sometime."
Gwen's expression remains stoic. "Well I hate to disappoint you, but I've already tried it." A beat. "I've tried it everyday for years now." Another one. "And no, it doesn't involve wood or carving." She closes her diary; it seems like she's stuck in an unavoidable interaction.
An understanding nod from Duncan. "Nothing wrong with that. Art comes in many forms. As long as you don't have a problem with mines, I won't have a problem with yours." She takes a moment to digest what he said. A small surprised look takes over her face, having not expected a response like that from him.
She smiles a little. "I can respect that." Peering forward a little to sate her curiosity about his final carving product, a small gasp escapes from her. It's a carving of a cracked skull, comprised of small details like flames coming from the top, the mouth smirking with its teeth out, and the letter "D" on the forehead. "Wow. That looks better than I thought." Receiving a raised unibrow from him, she clarifies. "I'll admit, I thought you would make it basic and leave it at that, but you actually put a lot of detail into it."
"Don't underestimate my skills, pasty." His smirk widens. Gwen swears to herself that she saw him wink at her, but decides not to inquire further. "There's a lot more to me than what meets the eye." Standing up, he starts walking away from her, but not before stopping to say one more thing, not turning. "If you're interested, then let's talk more at camp."
Gwen doesn't say anything; she watches him walk away. She glances down at his carving again, staring for a bit before smiling. It's a small yet genuine one.
"I'll take you up on that offer."
(Ship, Atlantic Ocean; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:10 AM)
Traversing to another part of the ship, inside one of the many small rooms are Geoff and Leshawna, who are partying their asses off. It's indicated by the semi-loud music and soda cans that they're drinking - mostly on Geoff's end. The two are chilling on a fabric sofa and cling their soda cans together like a toast.
"Woo! This boat is the best!" Geoff cheers, throwing his arm that's holding a soda can up, spilling a bit onto the sofa without him knowing. "As soon as I see the captain again, I'll be sure to thank him and give him a lifetime supply of orange soda!" He sips his Coke.
Leshawna takes a sip of her Coke as well, raising a surprised brow. "A lifetime supply? You brought that much?"
A nod from him. "Heck yeah! It's on my buddy's boat!" He doesn't notice Leshawna's increased interest in what he has to say about the lifetime supply. "And get this, it's not just orange soda. There's Pepsi, Coke, Mountain Dew, and of course, Root Beer!" Geoff manages to down the entire can and places it on a coffee table.
Continuous nodding from her. "Mmm, okay, okay!" She seems to believe him. "As soon as you throw a party, I'mma show y'all the 'Shawna Style!" Standing up, Leshawna places her can on the same coffee table and goes to the center of the room. "Matter of fact, let me do it right now while there's music!" There's hype and passion in her eyes.
"Go for it…" Geoff's excitement deteriorates as soon as Leshawna starts doing her dancing. From genuine hype to trailing off into silence, baffled and horrified as she shakes her arms, swings her hips, among other common dance moves. He doesn't tell her to stop nor does he look away, but she did not cook at all.
Once Leshawna finishes, she takes quiet deep breaths and wipes the sweat off her forehead, satisfied with her own performance. "Whew! What do you think, hun?" She gives him a confident look before proudly grinning at his reaction. "Mm-hmm! Dance so good, it made 'cha silent!" Little does she know about his true reaction.
"Y-Yeah, totally! Those were sick moves, brah!" A sweat drop appears on his face as he forces a supportive laugh. Geoff looks around subtly, attempting to find something else to talk about. He can't keep up this lie.
Then he figures out an idea. "Now let me show you my moves! Check it out!" He starts dancing, doing some of the same moves Leshawna did, but it looks more fluid. Geoff grabs a remote from the coffee table and presses the increase volume button a few times. "And we're gonna crank up the volume!"
Leshawna cheers for him. "Alright, cowboy! I see you!" She forms a determined grin. "The 'Shawna is always up for a challenge!" In a matter of seconds, the two are dancing to some popular Canadian instrumental music.
Seems like the plan worked after all.
(Ship, Atlantic Ocean; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:15 AM)
"So that's why Australian citizens had to start relying on dog food in 1776. The war was a lot more catastrophic than people made it out to be." Harold is in the middle of yapping to an uninterested Justin, who has been trying hard to maintain a forced smile. The two are near the back of the ship, surrounded by coffee tables and lounge chairs.
"That's very tragic." Justin places a hand on his stomach in a subtle manner.
A nod from Harold. "You would think humankind would learn from it, but then it happened again with England a century later in 1876." He continues, proving that his nerd appearance is not for show. He's unaware of Justin's anguish expression, wanting to escape from this conversation. "They might've not made the exact same mistakes, but-"
"Dude." Justin can't take it anymore. Yet he remains calm and composed. "I appreciate the history lesson and I admire your intelligence, but let's talk about something else." He sees the nerd frown a bit in disappointment. "Besides, talking about eating dog food will make me throw up, which will make me look hideous." A shiver runs down his spine.
"But it's natural to feel nauseous!" Harold tries to assure him via countering his logic. "If it's considered unattractive to vomit, then we're all unattractive by that logic!" He raises a finger, not noticing the model's increased frustration. Reading the room is not his forte.
Another shiver runs down Justin's spine. "You don't understand, man!" Sounding terrified, he grabs the nerd's shoulders and shakes it a little. "It's not just the vomit hitting me that I'm scared of, my modeling career will be ruined if I throw up on camera!" He can imagine it now; him preparing to audition for someone and said someone bringing up footage of him throwing up on himself. It's followed by him being laughed at by the modeling agencies.
Harold takes a step back, giving him an apologetic look, followed by an assuring smile. "We can talk about something else then." He takes a bit to think of a topic before his eyes land upon a security camera that's monitoring the lower deck. "Did you know that the first ever described camera in history was called a pin hole? It dates all the way back to the fourth century…" As he rambles on, he fails to realize that Justin had left him.
If there's one thing the model is grateful for, it's that the nerd loses awareness of his environment when he goes on a tangent. A sigh of relief from Justin as he gazes up at the clear sky. He closes his eyes and starts murmuring. "Whoever's up there that gave me this perfect body, please help me and get him out of the game as soon as possible."
Another blessing for him shouldn't be an issue, he believes.
(Ship, Atlantic Ocean; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:20 AM)
Onto the lower deck of the ship, back to the front area, music can be heard from an acoustic guitar. Calm strumming is coming from Trent, who's sitting on a lounge chair and smiling. If one comes close enough to him, they can hear him humming. He doesn't notice Beth glancing down at him every now and then, enjoying the instrumental as she works on her friendship bracelets. Seems like old habits die hard.
"You don't mind a crowd, right?" Another voice comes in. Trent's flow isn't interrupted as he turns his head to the source: Sadie. She has a sly smirk on her face, one of subtle flirtation. "I may be one fan, but this fan is a fan of your music." Less subtle now. Her eyes gesture to the lounge chair next to him.
Trent doesn't seem to be bothered by it, though he doesn't return any form of flirtation. A nod from him. "Not at all. I always appreciate anyone who appreciates my music." The two smile at each other as she takes a seat.
After a bit of silence, she breaks it. "Oh my gosh, I should totally bring Katie here." Sadie's excitement falters and her smile is replaced by a frown. "But she's probably hanging out with new people. I hope she doesn't get hurt." She mutters.
The musician's strumming comes to a pause as he notes her sadness. He senses the atmosphere becoming bleak and won't let that happen. "I'm sure she'll be alright." Sadie moves her gaze back to him. "I haven't gotten a chance to talk to everyone yet, but they all seem to be cool and friendly." Trent gives her an assuring smile.
A nod from Sadie. "I hope you're right. We've been BFFFL's for years and I've lost track of how many times she's dealt with fake friends." She glances back, despite Katie not being there, worried. Trent gives her an understanding look before silence follows again. There doesn't seem to be an awkward feeling from either party, at least.
"Then we'll vote out that fake friend." Trent offers a solution. There's confidence in his tone as his expression becomes firm. She's intrigued on what he has to say next. "I know it's a game, but I'd wanna avoid as much drama as possible." Another nod from him. "Maintain positive vibes." He smiles again, hoping she'll feel determined now.
It does. "Positive vibes." Sadie repeats softly before nodding in agreement. "I love that." Just like that, she's smiling again. Job well done from the musician.
Without exchanging another word to each other, Trent decides to continue strumming his guitar. "They say that we've only got summer; and I say that's really a bummer…" But this time, he decides to add his voice to it. Sadie remains seated in silence, enjoying the free performance. Her mind keeps repeating the same two words as she listens.
Positive vibes.
(Ship, Atlantic Ocean; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:25 AM)
Moving all the way to the back of the ship again, things seem to be quiet because Heather, who is in the middle of sunbathing in her clothes, is not playing music. Sunglasses over her eyes and making sure her lounge chair has been positioned in the right angle for maximized tanning proficiency, she doesn't hear the footsteps of someone else.
Said someone else is DJ, who is holding an adorable gray bunny in his arms. "Shh; you're safe with me." He brushes his hand against its head in a gentle manner, attempting to calm the creature down. "I'm not gonna let you fall off the ship." Then he sees Heather and the other lounge chairs. The gentle giant approaches her. "Excuse me, ma'am, do you mind if I sit here?" A gesture to a lounge chair that's near her, but not next to her.
Heather sits up a bit, turns her head, and lowers her sunglasses. Annoyed is an understatement of her current expression. "You're asking someone for permission to sit on a different chair?" She asks, wondering if the man in front of her is messing around or not. A meek nod from him answers her question; he's not. "No, I don't mind."
He takes a seat and can't help but wince a bit from her irritated look. "S-Sorry…" It's clear that he's a little intimidated by her. "I wasn't sure if someone else was planning to sit here or if you…" DJ trails off, unable to finish his statement out of fear.
"If I what?" Heather demands. Nothing more from him still. Roll of the eyes. "Ugh, spit it out. I can't believe a big dude is this much of a wimp." She mutters the second half. Based on his pained reaction, he heard her.
After a bit of silence and him taking a deep breath, he's able to finish his statement. "I-I wasn't sure if someone else was planning to sit here or if you w-wanted anyone near you." He scratches the back of his head. "I'm sorry if I assume wrong, but you're tanning and relaxing." DJ gestures to her. "Usually those people wanna be left alone."
Another moment of silence as Heather gives him an exasperated look. All of that awkward buildup and hesitation led to this. She had no idea what to expect from him, but it definitely wasn't something like being worried about interrupting someone's tanning session.
"That's it?" She raises a frustrated brow before saying something under her breath. "I'd rather deal with a moron right now…" Then she stands up and comes closer to him. "Let me make one thing clear: when I want you to do something, I will tell you directly. If I wanted you gone, I would've told you to scram. Do I make myself clear?" Despite being shorter than him by almost several inches, she has the power over him right now as she towers over him. All DJ can do is shrink in fear, wrapping his arms around his pet to protect it.
Quick nods from him. "Y-Yes, ma'am! You're loud and clear!"
Heather backs from him a little. "Good. Now stop talking to me." She returns to her seat, but not before dropping one last line on the way back. "Go ask your pet for advice on how to man up." Another pained reaction from DJ, not that he can counterargue. He indeed felt like a weak coward from start to finish.
At least his pet has relaxed and fallen asleep.
(Ship, Atlantic Ocean; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:30 AM)
Turns out that Katie is behind her BFFFL, but from where she's standing, glancing behind her wouldn't be enough for Sadie. The skinnier of the two is on the lower deck, on the right side, but closer to the back than the front. At the moment, she seems to be immersed in a conversation with Bridgette, who is leaning back against the railing.
"Since kindergarten?" Bridgette asks for confirmation, in which Katie nods. A nod from the surfer as well. "That's really cool. It's more rare than seeing the Big Kahuna." She grins to herself at the surfing reference.
Another nod from Katie. "I know, right? You should've been there when we found out!" Her excitement is blatant. A giggle from her. "We screamed so loud, we cracked our neighbor's window! That was the first time we got visited by the police too!"
A sheepish chuckle from Bridgette. "I wouldn't brag about that." But then a shrug. "But then again, I would've reacted almost the same way if me and my best friend got accepted onto the same show." Katie had frowned for a moment from the first thing the surfer said, then smiled again upon hearing the rest.
"Oh my gosh, you totally get me!" A light and short squeal from Katie. "Like, I'm so glad we both made it in! Because she would be so lonely at home!" She frowns, glancing back, not aware that it's where the interaction between DJ and Heather took place. But again, her smile returns after a bit. It's a smile full of determination. "And as her BFFFL, I have to make sure that doesn't happen!"
Bridgette beams at how supportive Katie is when it comes to her best friend. Nothing but respect. She raises a curious brow. "BFFFL? What does the third F stand for?"
"Best Female Friend For Life!" Katie answers, loud and proud, putting emphasis on every single word. Another giggle from her. "I know, I know, it's super long, but we both love it and that's what matters at the end of the day!"
After another nod and a bit of silence, Bridgette turns around to stare out at the ocean. The water seems to be clear and clean, such to the near point of being able to spot the fish in there. She's taken in by the calming sound of the waves. "Wow… the view is so beautiful."
"So pretty…" Katie agrees.
Only except, she's looking at Bridgette.
(Ship, Atlantic Ocean; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:35 AM)
On the other side of the ship, a.k.a. the left side of the lower deck, everything seems to be quiet. Nothing interesting or notable seems to be happening right now. Just one geek by the name of Cody pacing back and forth, muttering a bunch of stuff. Every now and then, he glances forward at something. Except, something is a someone. Lindsay.
She appears to be in her own little world right now, staring away at the ocean, tilting her head back and forth while humming to herself. To the geek, it's a chance for him to leave an impressive first impression that'll be long lasting.
"Okay, okay." Cody takes another deep breath to keep himself composed. "Okay. There's a beautiful woman in front of me. Just remember everything I learned from the articles, videos, and textbooks. Don't stray off-course; stick to what I've learned." He pauses his pacing to make sure the advice is engrained in his head. The geek's heart rate is increasing as he approaches her. After one more deep breath, he clears his throat. "Hey…" His pitch is now deeper. "How you doin'?"
Lindsay turns her head, her attention now on Cody's attempted confident posture - him leaning his back against the railing, arms crossed, and raising a flirtatious brow. "Oh my gosh…" It seems like it worked, indicated by her widened eyes and overall shocked look. "Do you have a sore throat?" Never mind.
A blink from the geek as he does a double take. "What?" His voice returns to normal. He realizes that and clears his throat again. "Of course not! I'm healthy-"
A gasp from the bimbo. "Oh no, it's worse than I thought! Help! Doctor! Nurse! Someone is sick over here!" Lindsay cries out, looking around in different directions for someone near. Double unfortunate for her, no one seems to be nearby and no one came running over for help. Not that it would benefit the geek whatsoever.
"No no no no no! I'm fine!" Cody waves his hands in front of him to prevent the situation from escalating. Another deep breath. "If I was actually sick, I would've stayed home!" His voice has returned to normal once more, no longer trying to hide it. He'd rather do that than bring further embarrassment to himself from a misunderstanding.
Lindsay manages to understand him and doesn't continue calling for help. She's instead now focused on what he said. "But then you would miss out on playing for a million dollars!"
A head shake from the geek. "My life's more important than money. The longer I live, the more beautiful ladies I'll get to talk to." His smile turns into an attempted sly grin as he gives her the finger guns. "Exhibit A: you."
A few blinks from Lindsay, the suspension making the geek more and more nervous. Then she raises a brow in confusion. "Exhibit A? Are you saying I belong in a museum?" Even Cody can't help but drop his jaw a little; no shot she managed to interpret that the wrong way. But before either of them can get a word out, the ship's air horn goes off.
"Ooh! That must be the sound for us to get off the boat!" Lindsay rushes away, waving back at him. "It was nice talking to you!" This leaves Cody by himself, unable to call her back or do anything but watch her leave his view.
Piss poor would be an understatement of an answer of how his wooing attempt went.
(Wawanakwa Beach, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:36 AM)
The beach of Camp Wawanakwa appears to be as clean as the ocean. Lack of waste and sand contamination makes this spot an excellent choice for summer activities. In fact, two people are taking advantage of that right now.
Blaineley and Josh are relaxing on beach chairs, taking in the warmth of the sun. Both of them are dressed in casual summer attire, though hers has a touch of formality to it, given her duties as a host. In the background, staff members are in idle chatting and taking their breaks. The host releases a content sigh and adjusts her sunglasses.
"Now this is the life I've needed for months… maybe in a long time." A light breeze blows a bit of sand onto her sundress. She brushes it off with annoyance. "Just keep me away from that camp as much as possible and I'll never give up this position."
A yawn from Josh, hands behind his head. "I agree. Imagine waking up to this view everyday for the summer." He gestures to the environment - the shore, the ocean, the nature further away from them, and the dock, despite its rundown condition.
"And all because the plan worked out." Blaineley grins before silence follows. She turns her head and lowers her sunglasses. Even behind his shades, she can notice his concerned expression. Well, he doesn't seem too concerned, but it's too concerned for her liking. "Josh, don't tell me you feel bad." A frown forms on her face.
Josh is startled for a bit, taking off his sunglasses as well. "O-Of course not!" A sweat drop can be seen on the side of his face. "I, um, thought about the guy from the club last week, and uh, got sad from thinking about things not working out after dancing together - lots of fun, by the way!" Seeing the lack of change in Blaineley's facial expression, he releases a sigh and confesses. "Okay, maybe I feel like we went a little too far."
Another moment of silence. The atmosphere is now tense between them. Josh has a tight grip on an arm of his beach chair, nervous on her next response. At last, she takes a deep breath and gives him a response. "Listen. We had an effective plan and we were not going to back out." Her expression is stern. "Don't you start feeling remorseful over it. The Josh I know is not soft over something like this." She points a finger at him.
Josh had a response ready. But as soon as he opens his mouth a little, he closes it. Then he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as well. "You're right. I would be self-righteous if I felt bad; I helped with the plan."
"And I don't tolerate hypocrisy." Her expression remains stern, as if to ensure he doesn't even think about changing his mind again. Then, everyone on the island can hear the sound of an air horn. The ship has arrived. All of the staff members are now getting back to work.
"Alright, that's your cue to leave." She remarks, standing up and getting her chair taken a few seconds later. Then she starts walking away, not saying anything, let alone a goodbye.
"Keep kicking ass, Blaineley." Josh gives her a supportive wink. Ignored. But that doesn't bother him. Yet as he walks away, he can't help but feel conflicted. "I don't get it…" He feels like there's still a gray cloud looming over his head. "Everything's supposed to be fine now, but… it doesn't feel like it."
Then he shakes his head. "No. Stay strong for her."
(Wawanakwa Beach, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 11:40 AM)
One by one, the contestants head off the ship. Some are silent, others are immersed in chatter. All of them glance around to get a good view of their new environment. What's most notable to them are the cameras in the background. Seems like production took a quick amount of time to get themselves set up.
In front of the gathered group is Blaineley, hand on hip, looking very eager to get the show on the road. Some are attracted to the dirty blonde host, some are confused, and the rest don't seem to care. "Welcome to Total Drama Island!" She booms, awaiting the cheers.
And indeed for her, the cheers came, but not for long nor that loud. Because one of them decides to get straight to the point and speak for some of the others. "Hold up. You ain't Chris McLean." Leshawna states the obvious, raising a brow.
Just like that, Blaineley's excitement falters, replaced by annoyance. "I know." If the group is silent enough, they can hear her teeth gritting. "And no, I am not wearing a disguise!" She quickly adds. "Look, something happened to him and the producers called me to take his spot. I don't know the details, so don't ask me! I am just here to host!"
Before anyone can question her further, she quickly continues. "And speaking of host, my name is Blaineley!" Emphasis on her name. "You know me as the host of Celebrity Manhunt and the Puppy Bachelorette!"
"Also nominated for a Gemmie Award." Trent adds, grinning.
"In 2007!" Blaineley winks at the musician, in which he has no reaction to it. Then she frowns. "I still can't believe I lost to some hag who's addicted to eating dog food." She mutters. Unfortunate for her, the people closest to her hear her and their reactions won't be good for her reputation if any of them speak up. "It's been confirmed true for a long time, look it up." A quickly added statement.
"I think you should've won!" Cody chimes in, hoping to get on her good side. "You were so perfect in that movie! Good Water is one of my favorite movies of all time!"
"Wrong movie." Blaineley deadpans at him, causing the geek to falter and retract into the group out of embarrassment. Then she forms that professional smile again and claps her hands together. "Anywho, here's how this game works: you'll be divided into two teams of nine and compete against each other in challenges. The winners will earn a reward and remain in the game for another day; the losers will have to vote someone out. Simple enough?" Seeing enough nods to her liking, she continues. "Good. Because I'm not explaining again." Her expression becomes stern; she's serious about it.
Harold raises his hand and asks before he's called on. "How will the teams be chosen exactly?" Then he proceeds to scratch his butt crack.
"By me." Blaineley gestures to herself. "As someone who knows drama very well, I made sure to look at each of your applications carefully and come up with teams that'll be great for TV!" An intern approaches her and hands her a clipboard. Attached to it is a piece of paper. "So, team one, go stand over there to my left!" She gestures behind her.
"Beth!" The dork scrambles over, caught off-guard from being called already. She thanks whoever is up there for not letting her trip and faceplant.
"Cody!" The geek gives her finger guns, which is ignored by her, and heads over to the spot. He gives Beth his best attempt at a charming smile, in which she smiles back.
"DJ!" The gentle giant waves at the two shorter contestants, keeping his pet warm and snuggled all the while.
"Geoff!" The party animal releases a whoop before running over to give each member a high five. Then he pulls out a soda can from his shorts, proceeding to drink it.
"Heather!" Unlike the party animal, she makes no attempt to high five or even smile at anyone. Her serious expression is on full display as the atmosphere now becomes tense.
"Leshawna!" Fortunate for the team, she manages to lift the mood as she smiles at them. She follows it up by giving either high fives or head nods.
"Lindsay!" The bimbo stares at the host, waiting for her to say something to her. She called her name after all. One subtle gesture to her team later, she manages to get the memo and heads over to the team, greeting them.
"And Tyler!" Like Geoff, he releases a whoop and sprints over, but not before eating sand with his face. It takes an actual second for him to get back up. As if nothing happened.
Once all of the people that were called get situated, Blaineley continues. "Your team's name will be…" Another intern hands Leshawna a green banner, rolled up. Once she unrolls it, a sewed logo of a standing green gopher in a boxing stance while screaming is revealed. "The Screaming Gophers!" For the color nerds, the shade of green is more on the lighter side.
"Alright! Go Gophers!" Tyler cheers, pumping a fist into the sky. "We're gonna kick butt from start to finish!" Then he pumps his fist down.
"Aw, dude! I love your energy, bro!" Geoff grins and praises the athlete before the two high five each other, hands connected in a firm lock. "Woo! This is gonna be an awesome team!"
Back to Blaineley, who ignores the chatter from the Gophers. "Team two! Go stand over there to my right!" She gestures behind her again.
"Bridgette!" The surfer nods before heading over to the designated spot, maintaining a small yet genuine smile the entire time.
"Duncan!" The delinquent doesn't smile as he makes his way over. Bridgette waves at him, but receives only a nod from him in return. She'll take it.
"Gwen!" Like Duncan, she shows no signs of a positive facial expression as she makes his way over to the team. She even ignores Bridgette's attempt to greet her. Though once she's standing behind the delinquent, a very small smile forms on her.
"Harold!" The nerd bows at the host, leaving her confused and weirded out, before heading over to the team. Only Bridgette returns his non-verbal greeting.
"Justin!" The model takes in all of the swooning looks from the women and some of the men. Even Blaineley seems to have a level of appreciation for his physical appearance. Though it's only in the professional sense, nothing in the personal sense.
"Katie!" She doesn't waste any time in running over to Bridgette and giving her a tight hug. Now she hopes her BFFFL will be on her team. Little does she know.
"Sadie!" Squeals come from both her and Katie as the two give each other a tight hug. The loud noises from the two cause the others, sans Bridgette, to cover their ears. Even then, the surfer is struggling not to. She doesn't cover out of politeness.
"And Trent!" The musician smiles a little and raises a hand at his team, in which some of them return. Standing next to Gwen, the two lock eyes for a moment. A bit too long. Both of them soon look away and faint blushes form on their cheeks.
Back to Blaineley again. "All of you will be known as…" Another intern comes by and passes a red rolled up banner to Harold. Once it's unrolled, a sewed logo of an angry red bass leaping out of the water with its mouth open is revealed. "The Killer Bass!"
"Oh my gosh, can you believe it, Sadie?" Katie grabs her BFFFL's shoulders in excitement, jumping up and down a little. "We're on the same team!"
Sadie doesn't hop up and down, but shares the same excitement. "Just what we hoped for!"
Then the loud squealing again. Once is bad enough, but twice is enough for the host to step in and shut it down. "Hey! Don't make me separate you two!" That's all it takes for them to be quiet. Onto the next topic. "Now, let's move on to the Confessional Outhouse."
Confessional: Yes, I can talk! You're not going insane yet!
Blaineley
Inside the outhouse is a sealed toilet, so no one can do their business here. Not that anyone would want to with a camera filming them, hidden behind bulletproof glass. The condition of the outhouse itself is below average. It's not outright unusable, but the swarming flies, the foul sewage stench, and the decaying wood makes it hard to tolerate.
Blaineley is doing her best to maintain a professional composure. "In here, the contestants will be able to express their true feelings on something or someone! Expect juicy gossip, shady trash talk, and TV-worthy meltdowns!"
As soon as she finishes talking, she rushes out.
Beth
"Hi!" Beth waves before cringing. She clears her throat. "Sup!" Cringes again. "Hey everyone!" Third time cringing, but she decides to push forward. "I'm Beth and I am so excited to make my dreams come true!" Her eyes gleam. "Even if I don't win, I'll make sure I go home as a popular girl!" Hands on her hips, she has a determined expression.
Bridgette
Bridgette is in a laidback posture, throwing up a peace sign for a second before talking. "To all of my friends and family members watching at home, I appreciate the support." A grin forms on her. "I believe this'll be a fun experience. The water's great for surfing, the nature is great, and everyone seems to be great." Nothing but genuine happiness on her face.
Cody
"Hey, hey, hey!" Cody leans back against the outhouse, an arm behind his head and the other arm doing finger guns while clicking his tongue simultaneously. "The name's Cody, but you can call me the Codester!" He points at himself with the thumb of his finger gun hand.
Then he sits upright. "Man, how sweet is it to be on TV with a bunch of cool dudes and beautiful ladies? It's just like back home! Winning would be cool, but going home with a girlfriend would be cooler! And I'm confident at least one of them will fall for the Codemeister Charm!" He forms a confident grin, revealing his tooth gap in full.
DJ
"This one goes out to my mama." DJ waves as his pet remains on his lap, sleeping. "If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been brave enough to sign up for this show." He starts getting a little emotional, but pauses to take a quiet deep breath. "I thought it would be scary, but so far, it's not as bad as I thought." He has a relieved smile.
Duncan
Duncan is twirling his pocket knife using one hand before grabbing it by the handle. "Y'know what, I can get used to this. It ain't some paradise resort, but anything's better than Juvie." He places his arms behind his head. Yes, including his knife. "More freedom, actual people that won't threaten me if I say what's up, and best of all, one million bucks waiting for me at the end." The delinquent forms a confident smirk.
Geoff
"Dudes and dudettes, I am so, so, so sorry that I couldn't get any of you to come with me to this island." Geoff appears to be upset and remorseful, disappointed at himself. But then he smiles again in a matter of seconds. "But, I'll be sure to have the most awesome and sickest parties in your honors!"
His grin grows wider. "Aw, man, I already have the perfect theme for tonight's party! Beach Bonfire!" He raises his arms in excitement. "Woo!"
Gwen
Gwen gives the camera a deadpan stare. "Hi. I don't like doing introductions. That's all."
Harold
"This environment is so favorable to my skills." Harold crosses his arms with confidence, then proceeding to strike down a fly with a quick karate chop. "I've been preparing for this competition, ever since I finished my last training at Steve's Somersault Camp. Once I win with my 'mad skillz', my haters will take back every word they've mocked me with."
Heather
As usual, Heather appears to be displeased. But then she smirks a little. "Yeah, I'm confident I can make this game a cakewalk. These people look like they're here to make friends and fun memories - it's so amusing." She shakes her head. "How sad does your life have to be to waste a once-in-a-lifetime chance to do that? Not me though." Her smirk widens as she crosses her arms. "This will be the easiest million I'll ever make."
Justin
"So dirty…" Justin shivers in horror. He doesn't have claustrophobia, but all of this gross stuff around him feels like he's trapped in a confined nightmare. "Seriously? Couldn't the producers have chosen anything else besides a bathroom?" The model complains.
After taking a few deep breaths, he's able to compose himself well enough to speak coherent sentences. "Anyway, back to the most important topic: me." He gestures to himself with a dazzling grin. "Where do I begin-" Then a fly lands on his cheek for a second before flying away. Just for one second exactly.
Yet that's enough for him to freak out. "Gah! A fly landed on my cheek!" He sprints out of the outhouse. One can hear his screams. "Ew ew ew ew ew ew!"
Katie
"That guy who ran out looks so hot!" Katie giggles as a faint blush forms on her cheeks. But then she refocuses on the camera. "Anyway, hi, I'm Katie!" She waves at it before frowning. More than normal. "I'm so sad I can't do this with Sadie, but we love to go shopping, do each other's makeup, sing at karaoke bars…" As she regains her smile in a matter of seconds, she begins listing what seems like an infinite amount of activities.
She has to be cut off.
Leshawna
"What's up, y'all, Leshawna's in the house!" Leshawna gives the camera a confident grin, hand on hip to make it crystal clear that everything about her screams confidence right now. "To all of my brothers and sisters watching at home, I'mma bring it home for y'all!" She snaps her fingers. "But don't get me wrong, I came to win, but I also came for a good time! It ain't fun if I'm hatin' on everyone here, y'know?" Her expression goes from competitively confident to maternally serious.
Lindsay
"Hi~." Lindsay waves at the camera with her fingers, moving them downward towards her palm in a repetitive manner. A light squeal comes out of her. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm on TV, for realsies! Like, last year, me and my friends were talking about how cool it would be to have our own shows! And now, here I am, on a show!"
"It's not my show, but soon, that dream will come true!" She claps her hands together and her eyes gleam with sparkles.
Sadie
"Hi, I'm Sadie!" Compared to Katie, Sadie seems to be calmer in her confessional so far. She connects her hands together and places them on her lap. "Most of my hobbies and interests come from Katie, such as shopping, singing at karaoke bars, but there are a few that differ from hers! For example, I'm part of the mathletics team and it's also been fun teaching math to others!" Her smile widens from talking about the math stuff.
Trent
Kicking his feet up against the wall, Trent has his arms behind his head, relaxed. "So far the first day has been great. No one's fighting or having mental breakdowns. Hopefully it'll be like that for the entire game." His smile diminishes a little, a concerning thought crossing his mind. "A part of me feels like that won't be the case, but a man can dream, right?" He tries to look hopeful upon asking the rhetorical question.
Tyler
"Aw, yeah! This is it!" Tyler pumps his fists back, almost connecting with the back wall with his elbows. "The ultimate test of my extremeness has begun! Whatever challenges they throw at me, I can and will take them all! As Coach said, 'take it to the ring, fight to the extreme'! I'll win this for you, Coach!" Letting out another cheer, he accidentally punches the wall to his right really hard. He cries out in pain as his fist swells.
End Confessional
Blaineley and the contestants are still at the beach. "Alright, let's get moving!" A couple of hands shoot up for questions, but she has already turned and has started walking north, into the grass area. "No time for questions!"
About five to ten minutes later, their trekking has led them to the campground. It's an open field surrounded by facilities that appear to be low quality, at least on the outside.
Blaineley gestures in front of her. "Up ahead are your cabins." Two identical wooden cabins can be spotted. The balconies are connected to the porch steps. There are two front doors and windows, indicating two separate rooms for each cabin. "The Gophers will take the right cabin and the Bass will take the left."
Next, she gestures to her left. There are two facilities, both about the same size. "Further to the left are the bathroom and washroom, both communal." At the mention of communal, some groans can be heard. Then she gestures to her right. Like the cabins, this building has porch steps. "And further to the right is the cafeteria. That's all the areas you need to know for now." Her eyes land on certain spots, but doesn't say anything about them.
Beth raises her hand, a bit nervous. "W-Will there be chaperones or um…" Even though no one is glaring at her, she feels like she's being judged for potentially reminding the host of counselors. All of this pressure is putting stressful weight on her. "N-Never mind!"
Regardless, Blaineley answers her question. "Nope! Well, me and Josh are, but we don't really care." She admits, shrugging. "Just avoid doing anything illegal and follow the rules of your contract." From her tone and behavior, it seems to be more out of laziness than wanting the contestants to be unsupervised.
Not that Geoff, or anyone for that matter, picks up on it. "Nice!" He grins.
Once more, Blaineley turns around. "Now, no more questions. I'm off to take my break-"
"Hold on." The host turns her head and glares at the source: Heather. Though the mean girl doesn't seem fazed. "Who's Josh?" She inquires, brow raised.
Turning her head back, Blaineley decides to walk away from the cast. "I said no more questions." But then she pauses again. "Oh, and all of you have thirty minutes to unpack." Now she leaves for real. To where; none of the contestants know.
A moment of silence follows before Bridgette breaks it. "So, should we get going?"
(Screaming Gophers Cabin, Men's Side, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 12:00 PM)
The interior of the cabin seems to have the same quality as its exterior: low. A large circular rug on the floor in the center of the room, a window on the back wall, a potbellied stove near the front on the left, a dresser with a large mirror near the front on the right, and most importantly: two bunk beds for a grand total of four beds.
The most ecstatic of the four male Gophers is the first person who entered: Tyler. "Aw, man, so this is what the inside of a cabin looks like!" He grins, looking around the room in admiration. "It's so old, and Coach said the current old people had it rougher when they were my age, so it'll be a good challenge for me!"
"I call top!" He shouts before leaping as high as he can… only to strike the ceiling with his head, causing the other men to recoil. DJ is the first and only person to rush up to him. A groan from him. "I-I'm okay…" Right away, he rises to his feet, but is wobbly. "Just didn't know I could jump that high…"
Geoff turns his head to Cody, confused. "Uh, did you understand what he said?
"I think he means he's excited to live in this old cabin because he can experience what his seniors went through when they were his age." Cody answers impulsively. He realizes what he has done a second later: he has channeled his geek side.
"Whoa…" A nod from Geoff. "I respect that." Cody releases a faint sigh, having been worried about being mocked for the geek-like answer. Then more questions from him. "Wait, how old is this cabin? And the camp for that matter?"
"I've heard it's been around since the 1980s." The geek raises a finger as he explains. "It used to be a popular summer camp for kids, but then something happened." For a second, he taps his chin, trying to remember, but to no avail. "I don't know the details though."
DJ decides to speak up. "I-I don't wanna know the details." A shiver runs down his spine as Cody gives him a puzzled look. "From the way you said that, man, something scary must've happened." Then his focus returns to Tyler, who still seems a bit dazed. "Ay man, you sure you're alright? I don't want you to get a concussion and have it go untreated." He frowns.
"I-I'm all good, d-dude!" Tyler shakes his head violently, as if it's a smart solution to getting rid of head pain. "My body can handle a lot of pain!" He points at his figure with his thumb as he tries to leap onto his bed again. Success. "My teammates have even called me, the Pain Magnet! I take a lot of pain, but I get back up quickly!"
"Aw, dude, with that kind of body, you can totally do a lot of dangerous stunts!" Geoff exclaims, approaching the pain magnet and claiming the bed below him. "Dangerous like let's say… backwards moose riding! You ride a moose facing away from it, but you're also standing with your bare butt sticking out!"
Tyler scratches his head in confusion. "So mooning and moose riding at the same time?"
A nod from Geoff. "Exactly! Aw, dude, if we can find a moose on this island…" As he tries to plan a moose riding event with an interested Tyler, neither of them notice DJ becoming more and more anxious. His pet somehow has a concerned expression and pats his shoulder.
Meanwhile with Cody, he observes them from the same spot from earlier when he talked to Geoff, envious. "Man… those two are so cool. I wish I'm brave enough to try that-" He pauses upon seeing DJ hastily move to the door. A brow raise from the geek. "DJ? You, uh, good?" It doesn't take a psychologist to know that the gentle giant seems bothered.
"Y-Yeah, I'm good." No he's not. "Just need some fresh air and the bathroom…" And as soon as the door opens, he rushes out. Cody remains skeptical, as expected, but decides not to chase after him so he can press further.
Confessional: There are two types of men on the team… and then there's Cody.
Cody
"I could've called out DJ or corrected Tyler over the old cabin thing, but if I do that, my reputation will be damaged." Cody states, then widens his eyes. "D-Don't get me wrong, I can still charm a woman with a bad reputation, but better safe than sorry."
DJ
"God…" DJ closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I can't believe I threw up over something like that. I know I shouldn't be thinking about the scary details, but I can't." He shakes his head, a look of shame on his face. "It's hard for me to not think about going missing when Cody talked about the summer camp. It's hard for me to not think about the injuries from moose riding, let alone backwards and standing with your butt out."
The whole time, his pet presses its head against his neck, attempting to comfort him.
Geoff
Geoff has a massive grin on his face. "Tyler is such a legend! The stories from him are so wild, so… so awesome!" If one looks close enough, they can see tears of happiness forming from his eyes. A sniffle follows afterward.
Tyler
Both arms of Tyler are pumped up. "Woohoo! I'm invited to all of Geoff's parties in the future! If his parties are as good as he says it is, then me and him are gonna be best friends for the rest of our lives!" Once again, like earlier, he punches the right wall on accident really hard and cries out in pain.
End Confessional
(Screaming Gophers Cabin, Women's Side, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 12:00 PM)
Like the men's side, the women's side - the other room of the cabin - seems to be the exact same in terms of appearance. It's very unsettling, to say the least.
Not that any of the female Gophers notice or are even aware of it. Compared to the first person who entered the cabin on the men's side, Lindsay's reaction seems to be the exact opposite. No excitement. Just confusion and disappointment. "Um…" She glances around, looking for even one positive aesthetic. "This is it? I thought the cabins would be cleaner."
A scoff from Heather as she settles on a bottom bed, not letting any of the others get a say. The apparent dust on her bed increases her annoyance. "What did you expect? A five star resort?" Roll of the eyes for good measure.
Lindsay seems a bit intimidated by Heather's glare. "I-It just looked prettier on the brochure…" A pout from her, like a sad puppy.
Beth takes the center of the room. "B-Both of you are right!" Sensing a possible fight breaking out, she decides to play peacekeeper. "T-There's nothing wrong with expecting more, but um, looks can be deceiving!" She glances at both of them. Their expressions haven't changed, much to her fear. "B-But we can all agree that it could be worse!"
A nod from Leshawna as she steps forward. "Girl's right. It could be worse; we could be forced to live out in the woods."
A nod from Lindsay. "You're so right! That would be so scary! We'd have to look for our own food and build our own shelter!" Then a gasp from her, putting a hand to her mouth in shock. "Oh gosh, we would have to get our hands dirty!" She shudders.
Another scoff from Heather. "Ugh, stop whining." She crosses her arms. "We get it, you can't handle dirty stuff." The comment makes the blonde shrink a little in fear and shame.
But not on Leshawna's watch. Her hands gesture for the mean girl to stand down. "Hey hey. Let her breathe, girl. I'd be mad too if I had to go through all of that." Unfortunate for her, she's too focused on Heather to notice Lindsay's grateful smile.
Speaking of the devil. "No one asked for your input, Mom." Emphasis on the Mom.
Leshawna raises a brow as she crosses her arms too. "Ay, I'm just tryna keep it cool 'round here." She gestures around the room. "You got a problem with that?"
Just like that, the two start arguing back and forth. It's not as intense as Beth or Lindsay feared, but they are definitely in crossfire territory. As the two watch and listen to them, the dork can't resist looking to the blonde for protection, for assurance, for guidance. "W-What should we do?" The look in the bimbo's eyes indicate a lack of plan.
But a short moment later, Lindsay figures out a solution. She takes Beth by her hand and rushes out of the cabin. "Let's go outside." That's all she says, and quietly, before talking more once they're outside. "Staying in this room right now will cause stress." Letting go of her hand, she starts to walk around the campground and the dork follows suit. "And stress will damage your skin. Wrinkles, am I right?" A topic change as she shudders.
All Beth can do is nod in agreement, smiling as the two converse.
Confessional: Two friends and two enemies; I pick to hang out with the two enemies for the delicious drama!
Beth
Beth seems to be on cloud nine, indicated by the wide grin on her face. Her braces are also revealed in full. "I can't believe I got to talk to Lindsay! She's so pretty and sweet, which means she's popular too!" An excited squeal from her. "If I can copy what she's doing, I'll become popular in no time!" She stomps her feet with glee.
Heather
The camera is given the classic annoyed glare from Heather. "I didn't expect much from these people, but my roommates are going to be the death of my sanity." She pauses to take a deep breath, rubbing her temple for a bit. "We have a whiny bimbo whose IQ is probably lower than an eggplant, a desperate dork who'll lick someone's feet if it means becoming popular, and an insufferable mother figure who I know, deep down, doesn't practice what she preaches." Doesn't take a rocket scientist to guess who's who.
Leshawna
Also as irritated is Leshawna. Arms crossed and a rather menacing glare on her face. "Ooh that Heather is gettin' on my nerves!" Even her deep breath isn't enough to ease her flaring nostrils. "Here I am, tryna let Lindsay rant, and she comes in, actin' like it's a problem! If that girl thinks she can run this place like a high school clique, she's got another thing comin'!" She points at the camera, stern and determined.
Lindsay
Wearing a proud smile is Lindsay. "I'm so glad I got Bessie out of that room!" Her expression turns into one of concern. "We were starting to stress out from Hannah and Laguna arguing, but we ended up having a long talk about fashion!" She smiles again at the end. "She's so fun to talk to! It's official, she is now my IBF: Island Best Friend!"
End Confessional
(Killer Bass Cabin, Men's Side, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 12:00 PM)
The other cabin is no different in appearance. No need to get into the details. Unlike the male Gophers, the male Bass' reaction overall seems to be calmer. None of them are like Tyler. In terms of positive and negative reactions, all seem to be positive or indifferent.
Except for Justin. He tries to remain composed as he glances around. Dust, dirt, and dirtiness every where. On the walls, windows, beds, and even the dresser with a large mirror. He's no germaphobe, but this wouldn't be good at all for his appearance.
"So, I'll take the bed that's the cleanest." He comments to no one in particular.
Duncan passes by him, not sparing him a glance. "They're all dirty. Suck it up, Ken." Emphasis on the Ken as he claims a top bed.
Justin is about to rebut, but Harold beats him to the punch. "Whoa…" He's focused on the floor and walls. Way too focused, indicated by the close examination of one of the floor boards. "This cabin must've been here for decades. Normally, cedar wood would take up to ten years before it starts to decay, not factoring in any human or natural disasters." He turns his head to smile at his teammates. "Pretty cool fun fact, right?"
Silence from the other three. Then Duncan breaks it with a small smile. "I also have a fun fact: a punch to the face always shuts up a blabbermouth." He cracks his knuckles.
Just as Harold does a kung-fu stance - the crane stance - and Duncan is about to get out of his bed, Trent comes in, showing both of them a palm as a sign of asking them to calm down. "Easy, easy. We don't need a fight breaking out, especially on the first day." His head turns back and forth to them. Once he's sure neither of them will try to attack the other, he continues with a sigh. "As much as I hate to say it, I'm not expecting you two to be friends. But we can at least tolerate each other, right?"
No response from them. Another sigh. "An answer would be appreciated."
Duncan is the first and quick to speak. "No promises. If he wants to keep up the nerd talk, then I'll treat him like one." His glare at the nerd doesn't soften.
Harold crosses his arms, no longer in the crane stance. "Well excuse me for not conforming to your delinquent lifestyle! I know I'm a nerd and I am proud to be one!" He points at himself with his thumb, his glare at the delinquent also not softening.
After his statement, the two start exchanging insults, acting like Heather and Leshawna. A defeated sigh from Trent as he takes a seat on the bottom left bed. "Not the answers I was looking for. So much for avoiding drama." He mutters, staring at the floor in disappointment.
"In a setting like this?" A glance above from the musician and he will find Justin on the bed above him. He seems to be relaxed enough, hands behind his head. "That's impossible."
Trent's frown turns into an annoyed look. "C'mon man, don't add salt to the wounds."
"I'm not, I'm not." Justin tries to assure him. "I'm just saying, we're in a competition that involves voting each other out, which is polite for: betrayal." A pause. "Don't get me wrong, man, drama used to bother me too. That was until I joined the modeling industry." He glances at Duncan and Harold, who are still arguing with each other. "And what I'm experiencing now is no different from what I've experienced there."
After taking in all of what Justin said, Trent's response is short and simple. "I guess…" He glances up at the model, then at the arguing duo. Not even the end of the first day and he's come to find out that all of his roommates are capable of bringing unnecessary drama. So much for wanting chill and unproblematic roommates. "Man, how messed up is the modeling industry?" That's all he can murmur before lying down on his bed.
Confessional: Trent, you signed up for a show called Total Drama. What did you expect? Everyone holding hands and singing Kumbaya?
Duncan
"Harold is the worst kind of nerd." Duncan is in the midst of twirling his pocket knife before grabbing it by the handle and sticking it into the right wall. "He's an annoying dork, acts like he's better than me cos he knows some useless fact about wood, and is too damn proud to admit his flaws." He taps each finger for each flaw, a grand total of three.
Then a shrug. "But it's whatever. That chump won't last long in this game."
Harold
"Duncan thinks he can decide for everyone just because he's a 'cool' bad boy." Harold does the air quotes at the "cool" part before rolling his eyes. Side note: Duncan's pocket knife is no longer there. "Gosh! What an idiot! I'm sure he's just jealous that I went to Steve's Structure Camp and learned about all different types of structures!" He crosses his arms and forms a proud smile. Then he starts listing the structure types on his fingers. "From essay structures to wooden structures…"
The camera goes static before he can finish.
Justin
"Duncan and Harold fighting already? I'm not shocked at all." Justin raises a brow in amusement. "When you put a bunch of people in a game where only one person can come out on top, drama follows." Pulling out a hand mirror, he checks on his face and hair as he continues talking. "Like I said, it's no different from the modeling industry. And I'll use that to my advantage." He looks at the camera with a grin.
Trent
"Am I really a fool for wanting everyone to get along?" Trent asks rhetorically, still a bit downtrodden from earlier. "I know it's in the name, but I thought it would just be a coincidence." A bitter chuckle. "Maybe I am. After all, music and reality TV are part of the entertainment industry, which has always been toxic." He gazes to the side, looking unsure.
End Confessional
(Killer Bass Cabin, Women's Side, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 12:00 PM)
On the women's side, despite the low quality interior, Katie seems to be more than thrilled. More so about being in a cabin than the appearance itself, but the point still stands. "Oh my gosh, Sadie, look! Bunk beds!" She points at the two bunk beds before turning to the, as ecstatic, if not a bit less ecstatic, Sadie. "It's so different from sleeping in a tent!"
A nod from Sadie. "I know, right? We don't have to worry about hurting our backs!" Then the two proceed to squeal their voices out, causing Gwen and even Bridgette to cover their ears. At least none of the windows cracked.
Gwen gives the BFFFL's a deadpan look, not that either of them notice. "You know, Beethoven was more blessed than I thought."
"I get it." Bridgette responds, nodding. She turns her head to the BFFFL's. "But they're happy and not harming anyone or themselves. Who am I to stop them and ruin the fun?"
"Well they're harming my eardrums, that's for sure." A roll of the eyes from Gwen.
Bridgette frowns in concern, taking a few seconds to figure out a solution. "Maybe we can head outside and go for a walk?" She gestures to the door. Not that there's anything better to do than chat and lie down. Their stuff aren't even here yet.
"I'd like that." Gwen's expression remains stoic before opening the door. But as Bridgette is about to follow suit, she's stopped. "Just by myself though." The goth has a miniscule amount of remorse from saying that; the surfer's frown doesn't help ease it. "Sorry, I just prefer to be alone." She's out on the porch and heading down the steps.
"That's cool with me." Bridgette assures her, despite the disappointment. "If you ever change your mind or just need someone to talk to, I'm available. Sorry if I come off as overbearing, but I wanna make sure everyone has a good time here. Also a friend."
Gwen stares at the surfer for a moment before turning and walking off. No response from the goth, but if one chooses to look at her current expression, they will see a small yet genuine smile on her face. Where she goes to will remain a mystery.
"Oh my gosh, Bridgette, what happened?" Katie approaches the surfer, a look of concern in her eyes. Sadie is behind her, observant. "Did you two get into a fight?"
Sadie shakes her head in disagreement. "I don't think so. There would've been yelling and the door being slammed." She gestures to the open door.
A nod from Bridgette. "Sadie's right. Me and Gwen are cool." She gives the emotional BFFFL an assuring smile. "But I appreciate your concern."
Her comforting words and tone makes Katie blush a little. "I'm glad!" She cheers before a short pause occurs between them. Then a lightbulb goes off in her head. "Ooh you should join us for some girl talk! C'mon!" The emotional BFFFL beckons her to come with her and Sadie. Bridgette lightly chuckles as she accepts the invitation.
Confessional: Katie has feelings for Bridgette, but called Justin hot earlier? I smell a delicious love triangle brewing!
Bridgette
"My roommates remind me of my friends back home, only on both ends of the social bar." Bridgette's smile falters a little, but she's still smiling. "I'll admit, I'm not used to introverts like Gwen or extroverts like Katie and Sadie. Most of the people I've talked to are ambiverts. But that doesn't mean I'll treat them any differently." Her smile is now one filled with hope and determination. "I know it's a game, but that doesn't mean anyone deserves to suffer."
Gwen
A small frown has formed on Gwen's face. "Okay, I feel a little bad for Bridgette. Definitely too cheerful, but her heart seems to be in the right place." The frown and look of guilt vanishes at the end, replaced by the classic stoic expression. "Still, better safe than sorry."
Katie
Katie is struggling to keep her composure, soon letting out an excited squeal. "I can't hold it any longer!" She takes a massive deep breath. "Okay, I think Bridgette is so cute! Like, she's so cool, so sweet, it's what I want in a love interest!" A blush forms on her cheeks as she forms a confident and determined look. "And this time, I won't ask for any help!"
Sadie
"Yeah, I'm gonna give her advice." Sadie seems to be amused, shaking her head. "Last time she tried asking someone out without any help, it went poorly. Sorry, Katie! I still love you forever!" A giggle at the end, plus her blowing a kiss to the camera.
End Confessional
(Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 12:13 PM)
Almost fifteen minutes have passed since the contestants have gotten settled in. Chatter and arguments have died down. All but Gwen have returned to their rooms after walking around the campground. The atmosphere is peaceful, all in all.
That is until an eardrum rapturing shriek alerts the entire camp.
The source of the scream comes from inside the female Gophers' room. About six people gather around at the door, some concerned, but all of them curious.
Leshawna finishes rubbing her ears in pain. "Oh man that girl can scream!" Across from her is Heather, who actually agrees with her via an understanding look.
"W-What is that, what is that?!" Lindsay is cowering in fear on the bed above Leshawna. She's so scared that every now and then, she turns her head to avoid looking at whatever is on the floor. Across from her, Beth gives her a concerned and sympathetic look.
On the floor… is an American cockroach. It moves across the floor in a straight line. Then at sporadic intervals, it moves diagonally, horizontally, and even in a circle at one point. When Lindsay looks at it again, she begs for help. "Please kill it! Hurry, hurry!"
*CRUSH*
Before a dramatic scene where everyone is either freaking out or attempting to crush the cockroach can occur, one swift stomp from Duncan's foot puts a crushing end to the bug. Nothing seems to be coming out of the roach nor is anything stuck to his sole.
"You're welcome." That's all he says before walking away. Stoic from start to finish.
Harold manages to notice the lack of fluid coming out of the cockroach, so he decides to kneel down and inspect the bug up close. He picks up the head, much to the disgust of most of the others. Not that he cares or even acknowledges the reactions.
"Dude… touching a splattered cockroach is so brave of you." Even Geoff has his limits.
"This doesn't appear to be a real cockroach." Harold deduces. He gestures to the head and the other scattered parts of the bug. "It's mechanical; it's most likely remote controlled." An annoyed frown forms on his face. "Someone must've pulled off an unamusing yet unsuspecting prank." With that, he leaves, his work done.
"Hey, everything's all right now." Tyler tries to calm the blonde. She gives him an unsure look, in which he then continues. "That thing is dead and won't bother you anymore." He gestures to the lifeless bug as hard evidence.
Lindsay smiles, allowing herself to calm down. "I-I'm glad…" The two continue to look at each other. Longer than usual. All of her fear has disappeared, replaced by happiness. Then she breaks out of her trance, gasping. "Ooh! Thank you everyone who helped out!" She holds her hand up as a sign of thank you, a bit embarrassed that it took her too long.
A quiet sigh comes from someone, who had been watching the entire thing unfold. From the cockroach crushing to the investigation to what could be romance blossoming between a blonde and an athlete. "I had two chances…" Cody murmurs, referring to the parts that Harold and Tyler beat him to the punch for.
Farther away from the main campground, maniacal giggling has erupted from Gold, who is hiding inside a bush. Nathan is also there, uninterested and looking like he wants to leave. Both men have a binocular around their neck. The masked intern wipes the tears from his eyes. "Oh, man, that scream was perfect! And the way the others came rushing in was the cherry on top of a delicious sundae!"
He looks down at the controller-like device in his hand. "A shame it got destroyed though."
When he turns his gaze to Nathan, the depressed intern nods, forcing himself to look like he cares about being here. "It's a shame."
A bit of silence before Gold continues to speak, grinning at him. "Well there we go! Your reward for helping me with my task!" He gestures to the Gophers' cabin. From their perspective, all the two can see is the side wall. No windows or anything to see inside. How bizarre. "Front row seats to an entertaining comedy show!"
"Ahem." A third and unknown voice comes into the picture. Although for Gold and Nathan, they know exactly who it belongs to. Preston. He seems unamused to say the least. "Pulling pranks is one thing, but doing that while hiding in a bush and spying with binoculars? You look like Peeping Toms'." On his shoulder is a small box, full of who knows what.
Gold forms a confident smirk. "I don't believe so." He gestures to the side wall. "From where we're standing, we don't have any view, let alone a clear one, of someone in their room." The masked intern tilts his head. "If we were looking through the window, then sure. But, there are no windows in front of us. So…" His smirk turns into a grin. "Calling us Peeping Toms' would be false." Nathan is there, not saying a word and watching this unfold.
Preston's expression goes from stern to reluctantly softening due to the argument made and the evidence provided. He refuses to back down still. "C'mon, you think Blaineley would be cool with interns disrupting the camp?" A brow raised, challenging him to rebut that.
Gold accepts the challenge alright. "I believe she would. A random freakout over a fake cockroach would be excellent for television entertainment!" He starts getting performative, taking on a dramatic tone, one of a host. "The audience is caught off-guard by an event happening during downtime; the action normally occurs during a challenge. On top of the unpredictability, there is tension and post-event questions to keep them intrigued! Questions like: who was responsible for the prank? Will that screaming lady ever conquer her fear of cockroaches?" By the time he finishes, he takes a faint deep breath.
A blink from the culinarian intern, who tries to take in everything Gold has said. It's unclear if he's been swayed into silence, stunned that someone would talk that much to answer a simple question, or unable to digest the counterpoint because of how much was said. He takes a deep breath, remaining stern. "As long as no one got hurt."
Then he beckons them to follow him. "Now let's move. People are heading this way and I'm sure neither of you wanna deal with an angry mob."
(Cafeteria, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 12:30 PM)
The intercom, located somewhere at camp, comes to life with a painful sound for the ears. A voice can be heard from it. "Testing, testing…" It's Blaineley. Then a moment of silence before her voice is heard again, this time with frustration. "Ugh, so old and useless!"
Another moment of silence before Josh's voice can be heard in the background, indicated by how faint his voice is. "It should be working now."
Blaineley clears her throat. "Campers! Gather around the entrance of the cafeteria now!"
Soon the entire cast does as ordered. In front of the gathered crowd is Blaineley, standing on the porch steps that leads into the cafeteria.
But before she can get a word out, Preston comes into the scene, panting and taking slow deep breaths. Visible sweat can be seen running down his face. "Sorry if I'm late. I had to get a couple of interns back to work and-"
"Preston!" Blaineley raises her voice at him. "You weren't supposed to come out yet!" She recoils in disgust. "And don't stand close to me! You look and smell like a sweaty pig!"
The culinarian intern frowns. "Ma'am, I was in the kitchen all morning and I've had to carry heavy stuff around." No way will he let that remark slide, even if it's his boss.
Blaineley decides to not acknowledge his response, instead gesturing to him for the contestants. "This is Preston. He'll be the one serving you food during your time here." The look on her face makes it seem like she wants to get his introduction done as soon as possible. Once she does, she points to the entrance. "Now, get back in the kitchen and continue where you left off." A nod from him before moving, but not without one more remark from the host, realizing she forgot something. "And make me a sandwich too!"
Heather decides to make a remark to herself. "At least we don't have a big dude who looks like he got out of prison for murder."
Duncan as well, who's standing close to her. "Looks more of an ass kisser to me."
Then as the contestants are led inside, Trent decides to speak. "Here's hoping the food is good." Upon entering, the contestants glance around to get a good idea of what they'll be seeing three times per day. Just everything one would expect in a wooden lodge: a kitchen beyond a counter, a condiments station, an unlit fireplace with a moose head mount above it, and two wooden rectangular picnic tables that are parallel to each other.
But the most notable thing about the interior are the decorations on the walls and tables. As if someone is throwing a party here. "Huh…" Trent seems to have the same idea. "Why does this look like a setup for an event?" He asks no one in particular.
Blaineley assumes the question is for her. "You'll find out later." A quick pause to clear her throat. "Everyone get in a line, get your food, and sit with your team!" She orders with an arguably commanding tone that's impressive.
One by one, the contestants await their turn to receive today's lunch: a plain hamburger that is comprised of an Angus beef patty, a piece of iceberg lettuce, a slice of tomato, and two brioche buns. No fries on the side or any sides for that matter, but at least they're provided a cup of water. The burgers seem to look good too.
When Lindsay's turn arrives, she frowns upon getting her burger. She gazes at the round sandwich, seeming intimidated by its size. "Excuse me, Priscilla. Um, can you give me half of the burger please?" An embarrassed flush rushes to her face. "I don't wanna get fat and ruin my body. Hot Girl Summer, y'know?"
Preston takes the burger back and doesn't hesitate to slice it in half, handing half of it to her, as promised. "I gotcha." She smiles gratefully, having been worried that he would take it the wrong way. "But trust me, you're not gonna get fat from one burger." He assures her.
After a few more people, all of which have turned out unproblematic, DJ is up next. As soon as he receives the burger and locks eyes with Preston, he starts… sweating? His hand is trembling and his figure is shaking, not that the culinarian notices either. "Uh… Preston."
A gulp. He has his full undivided attention. DJ can feel the impatience growing in the line behind him, as if time is running out. At last though, after a much needed deep breath, he goes forward with the question. "Would it be all right if I can help you in the kitchen?" The gentle giant takes a pause before adding quickly. "I wanna work on my cooking while I'm away from home." His body relaxes, having been tense for a bit.
"I'll have to ask Blaineley, but if she's cool with it, then yeah." Unlike DJ, Preston is able to provide a quick and confident response.
"Awesome." DJ smiles, doing a victorious fist pump and dance in his head. Then he goes for another question. "Uh, one more thing. Do you have a vegan alternative for the meat?" A head shake from Preston makes his smile falter. "Aw." But beggars can't be choosers. "It's cool, it's cool. I'll take what I can get." He thanks him before heading to his team's table, making a mental note to give someone his patty.
Confessional: DJ earning a W? Let him cook!
DJ
"Nice!" DJ does another fist pump, only this one is not in his head. "I'm glad Preston's willing to get me to work in the kitchen. It felt like my mama was there, pushing me to not wimp out." He chuckles. "Cos knowing her, she would've been mad if I took even a day off from cooking, let alone half a month."
End Confessional
(Cafeteria, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 12:40 PM)
At the Screaming Gophers' table, various conversations are occurring at once. Everything seems to be normal. Beth takes a bite out of her burger, widening her eyes at how savory it is. "Mmm! This is so good!" She beams, not caring or realizing that her mouth is full.
Heather is in the process of eating her burger - about a quarter way done. "I've had better."
Beth realizes that her thoughts don't align with Heather's, so she scrambles to figure out a damage control response. "Y-Yeah…" She swallows. "It's really good, but it's not my favorite." The mean girl doesn't seem to care about it.
However, Leshawna cares. "You don't gotta force yourself to have the same opinion as somebody else's." She tells the dork directly and bluntly. Seeing the nervousness on Beth's face, she becomes comforting. "No disrespect, hun. If this burger's your favorite, no one's gonna get mad at you for saying it." A smile at the end for added measure.
"D-Don't worry, Leshawna!" Beth forces a smile. "I solemnly swear this is how I feel!" She even gives her a mock salute, believing what she said should be enough to shoo her off.
It doesn't. But Leshawna decides not to press the matter further for now.
A bit farther down the table, Lindsay and Tyler are seated across from each other. It's been silent between them up to this point. "Um, thanks again for keeping me safe." She decides to initiate a conversation. "If there's one thing I'm scared of as much as bad haircuts, it's bugs! And I know that thing was a bug because bugs can crawl!"
Tyler nods. "Anytime." He scratches the back of his head. "I don't wanna take the credit though; I didn't kill the roach."
"But you still helped me not feel scared anymore." Lindsay points out. Such a counter is strong enough for the athlete to not have another rebuttal. Which leads to them eating in silence for a bit once more. But soon, she groans, placing a hand on her stomach. "Ooo… I feel full." She looks up at him. "Um, Taylor, do you wanna have the rest of my food?"
"Tyler." The athlete first corrects her. Then he accepts the remainder of her burger. She didn't seem to have eaten a lot, about a quarter of the half-burger. "Bring on the extra food!" He chows down on it like he's been starving. "More meat, more protein!"
Lindsay can't resist giggling as she watches Tyler enthusiastically down his food.
Even farther down the table, Cody once again spectates the possible future couple talking to each other, smiling at each other, laughing at each other. It makes him feel envious, frustrated at himself for being too slow to go on the offensive. He tries to shake away the thought. "Maybe he might not swing that way-" Wrong new thought. "There are other ladies to choose from." Seven in total. He's sure he won't strike out seven times.
Unfortunately for the geek, he spoke too loud. At least loud enough for Geoff to overhear. The party animal pats him on the back. "That's the spirit, man. When you're looking for love, don't block out other options. That's what happened with one of my bros." He shakes his head in amusement. "It was nasty, dude! He was so busy on this one chick, he didn't know another one was into him, heavy!"
Cody gives him his best smile, or what should be a cool smile. "Trust me, bro. If there's one thing I'm definitely avoiding, it's being a simp!" He clicks his tongue and finger guns him.
"There's more to life than romance." DJ chimes in. He had successfully given away his meat. A meatless burger isn't ideal, but he seems content with it. "You don't have to force yourself to get a girlfriend here. Love is better when it's stumbled upon, not searched."
A nod from Cody. "Yeah…" Internally, he's taking this advice. He's sure his Codemeister Charm will work, but it never hurts to have a Plan B. "Just curious, have either of you ever had a girlfriend?" He asks, genuinely curious and wanting the spotlight off of him.
DJ shakes his head. "Nah. I'm waiting for the right woman to come by."
Geoff takes longer with his answer. "Uh… I'm not sure, dude." Both Cody and DJ raise a brow at him. "Cos my buddies told me hookups don't count, but I don't think there's ever been a rule where you have to date someone for longer than a day in order for it to count." He clarifies before stroking his chin. "Man… this is harder than I thought."
The geek and gentle giant exchange a look. Without saying anything, they agree to leave him be and go back to their food.
(Cafeteria, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 12:40 PM)
On the Killer Bass' side, chaos seems to have unfold. Duncan's cackling catches the attention of the rest of his teammates, plus some of the Gophers. "Oh man, the salt prank never gets old!" He wipes a tear from his eye.
For poor ol' Trent, there's now a massive amount of salt on the meat. So much so that the salt shaker went from nearly full to about a quarter way empty. Turns out that when he tried to add salt to an already seasoned burger for some reason, the cap fell off - tampered by the delinquent - and it led to this.
He gives him an annoyed look. "Really, man? What did I do to you?"
A shrug from Duncan. "Nothing. Could've happened to anyone, but-"
"Wrong place, wrong time." Trent finishes for him. He glances at the pepper shaker. "I'm gonna guess the pepper shaker's like that too."
A nod from the delinquent, plus a cheeky grin. "Good. You're not as slow as some of the others I've pranked." He gives a subtle side glance down the table.
Harold's burger has a shit ton of ketchup and mustard on it. Of course, the nerd would never want that much on his burger, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who caused this. He seems to be peeved at the moment.
Bridgette is in the midst of attempting to comfort him, sighing and giving him a concerned look. "Harold, don't beat yourself up over it. You couldn't have known the bottles were tampered with." No luck so far. "It could be worse; a lot of ketchup and mustard isn't going to ruin a burger." Ruin the flavor a bit, but nothing more.
Harold looks her in the eyes. "The only thing I'm infuriated about is that I fell for the same prank a second time." A frustrated sigh from him. "There's a classic quote for it: fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."
She shakes her head in disagreement. "I still don't think you're a fool nor are you any less smart. I'm sure it's happened to all of us before." The surfer grins a little, as if attempting to make a small joke. "Plus, better than three strikes you're out."
A few seconds of staring later, having contemplated what she said, Harold smiles a little too and nods. "You're right, Bridgette. I know I won't fall for it for a third time!" The self-promise makes her lightly chuckle, glad that he's cheering up. Then a moment later, he points at the burger on her tray. "By the way, why does your hamburger not have a patty?" Like DJ, her round sandwich appears to be meatless.
It catches her a little off-guard. "Oh, because I'm a vegetarian and the kitchen didn't have alternatives. It's not bad; it's like eating a round sandwich." As if to prove her point, she takes a bite out of it and smiles while chewing.
"Ooh I would love to try being vegetarian!" Katie chimes in, as she's in the process of removing a piece of her meat and eating it. "I've heard it's so good for your health!"
"And good health leads to good looks." Justin comes into the conversation as well. He flashes the two ladies his signature grin. Nothing stuck in between his teeth. His eyes focus on Katie. "You should go for it." Then his eyes move a little to land upon Bridgette. "Do the same as she did: go from pretty to prettier." Both of them blush.
Farther down the table, near the end, Gwen and Sadie are eating in silence. Whereas the goth has a stoic expression, the logical BFFFL has a smile, as if she's in the mood to talk.
In fact, she'll do just that. "So, do you have any hobbies?"
Gwen looks up from her food. "Yeah." A beat. "One of them is avoiding talking to annoying people like you." She moves her eyes back down.
Sadie frowns. "Fine." Emphasis on the word, carrying a level of bitterness. "We can eat in silence then." So much for getting a conversation going.
(Cafeteria, Camp Wawanakwa; Monday, June 13, 2016; 12:55 PM)
At some point during their lunch, Blaineley returns. She gathers everyone's attention from opening the door, but she decides to make sure everyone is focused on her. "Eyes on me!" Her eyes dart over to the musician. "Trent, earlier you asked if the decorations were a setup for an event. You're correct! This event is your first challenge!"
A mixture of gasps and what's can be heard from majority of the cast. As murmuring and indistinct chatter occurs among them, Tyler decides to speak up, letting his excitement be known. "Yes! I am so pumped! What is it? A food fight? A tables match?"
"No." Blaineley deadpans at him before grinning. "It's a head-to-head eating competition! Here's how it works: one person from each team will compete against each other and must eat the food that they're served! It'll start with cafeteria food and get more disgusting with each round! So if we get to round eight, you better hope your representative has a strong stomach!" She smirks at the end.
Sadie raises her hand. "How disgusting are we talking?"
A shrug from the host. "Nothing that'll put you in the hospital unless you're allergic. But that's on you for not telling us about your allergies." She clears her throat. "Now to earn a point for your team, you have to finish the food before your opponent does. The audience is not allowed to interfere. They can cheer and taunt, but not run in to help or sabotage. If you do, you'll cost your team that round. That's all. Any weird case will be decided by me."
"That sounds simple enough." Trent remarks, his tone implying that it's too good to be true.
Another shrug. "It's the first challenge; it's supposed to be simple." Then she glances at the rest of the cast. "You have five minutes to gather with your team and discuss a plan." And with that, she departs, leaving the rest of the cast to all stand there in silence.
After about ten to fifteen seconds, Justin speaks up. "I think we should stop standing here in silence." That's all it takes for them to huddle up with their teams.
The game has officially begun.
Author's Note: Episode one has concluded! Not much to talk about here since it's the introduction episode. I've decided to use the first generation because what better than to use the cast I grew up with. First story, first cast, it makes sense to me. But since I'm against writing a large cast, I've decided to use a randomizer to determine who qualifies and who doesn't. To those whose favorite isn't in this roster, I apologize. I hope you'll still stick around for the ride.
As mentioned in the last chapter's author's note, I will be working on episode two of this story before switching over to my SYOC. Someone will leave next chapter, so feel free to predict who it is in your review. The cast list will be down below, as a reminder. I'll see you in the next chapter! Take care!
Cast List:
01.) Beth (Gophers)
02.) Bridgette (Bass)
03.) Cody (Gophers)
04.) DJ (Gophers)
05.) Duncan (Bass)
06.) Geoff (Gophers)
07.) Gwen (Bass)
08.) Harold (Bass)
09.) Heather (Gophers)
10.) Justin (Bass)
11.) Katie (Bass)
12.) Leshawna (Gophers)
13.) Lindsay (Gophers)
14.) Sadie (Bass)
15.) Trent (Bass)
16.) Tyler (Gophers)