"Last time on Total Drama Action, our cameos Gwen and Laine put the campers through the ringer as they had to use their minds and bodies to escape our spy espionage movie genre! Ultimately with some slick work by Courtney, she came out on top with immunity. Although the vote was intended to be an easy unanimous vote on Emma, due to her annoying personality, and rudeness to the campers that had been eliminated, Justin had other plans, as he gave Emma his idol, telling her to idol out Carson with it. His plan succeeded, as Carson became the fifth member of our jury with only one vote against him. Eight are left, find out what happens in the most dramatic episode yet, on TOTAL! DRAMA! ACTION!
Theme Song
"WHAT WAS THAT!?" Carmen yelled at Justin, as the pair had snuck off to the outside of the trailers, as the stars in the night sky shone down upon them.
"What was what?" Justin deflected, moving his gaze away from the latina.
"I'm not stupid Justin. That girl couldn't find her own shadow, let alone an idol!" Carmen exclaimed.
"I don't know what you're talking about! Why would I give her my idol, that's blasphemy!"
"I'm surprised you know what blasphemy is…" Carmen remarked, quieting her voice down.
"I have some brains. I'm not just a pretty face." Justin winked at Carmen, who rolled her eyes.
"Ugh you're sidetracking me!" Carmen grumbled. "You were the only one that actively wanted to keep her. You for sure gave her an idol!"
"And so what if I did!" Justin yelled now, clearly frustrated with his ally.
"So you did give her the idol!"
"Yeah! And so what? We took out Carson in the process!"
"It's a small victory. But you realize that unless Emma wins immunity, she is just going to be voted out here!" Carmen exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Okay, but at least we crippled any chance the opposition had to recover. If Emma was out, all they would need to do is win one person over and they'd have a tie!"
"Ugh fine whatever. This argument is pointless. We have to work together either way, we may as well put this behind us."
"Thank you," Justin replied, clearly exhausted. As the pair made their way to their trailers, a brown ponytail popped up from behind the bushes.
Confessional, Justin
I think that's the first time anyone has ever been mad at this pretty face.
Confessional, Carmen
I don't care that he didn't tell me about the idol. BUT SAVING EMMA HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF THE WORST CHOICES TO USE IT ON!
As the camera time lapse the night into day, it panned back down to the girls trailer, where Tem and Emma were the only two inside, as everyone else had already left for breakfast.
"Hey Emma, do you have a second?" Tem asked the YouTuber.
"Uh yeah sure, what do you want?" Emma asked Tem, a hint of disdain in her voice, continuing to work on her hair in front of the mirror.
"Look, I know you're not my biggest fan, but I thought you should know, I overheard a conversation between Justin and Carmen last night, and I figured I should tell you what they said."
"What did they say…?" Emma asked cautiously, slowly putting down her beauty products.
"Well, I know Justin gave his idol to you. He admitted it to Carmen," Tem started, keeping her eye on Emma.
"And…"
"Well, Carmen didn't seem all too thrilled. It sounded like she was the one pushing for you to go last night," Tem added, as Emma started turning a brighter color of red. "And it sounded like Justin knew about that, and that's why he saved you."
"So Justin knew Carmen was after me, but let me do his dirty work for him and take out Carson instead!?" Emma exclaimed, flabbergasted at the new information.
"Pretty much," Tem bluntly replied.
"I will make them pay! I will make them all pay!" Emma yelled, running out of the trailer, nearly knocking the door off its hinges, while Tem was left behind smiling to herself.
Confessional, Tem
As Island Tem would say, honesty is the best policy
Confessional, Emma
THEY WILL ALL PAY!
The camera cut over to inside the Craft Services Tent where everyone except Tem and Emma were present. However that quickly changed as Emma burst through the tent curtain, bright red and steam billowing out of her ears, as she slammed her hands down onto the table that Carmen, Justin, and Raj were sitting at. Tem silently slipped into the tent, finding a seat next to Courtney who hardly even noticed Tem arrive.
"JUSTIN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME CARMEN WAS THE RINGLEADER AGAINST ME! I WOULD'VE TAKEN THAT TRAMP OUT!" Emma shouted, getting everyone's attention.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?" Carmen yelled back, her accent shining through with her anger.
"YOU HEARD ME! JUSTIN ANSWER THE QUESTION!"
"B-b-because, well that's not true Emma, Carmen wasn't trying to get you out," Justin seductively replied, flipping his hair back.
"NO! I know I'm at the bottom of this little alliance. That I am now no longer a part of!" Emma dramatically stated, earning some eye rolls from the onlookers. "I know that Carmen plotted against me, and I'm sure every single person in this room went along with it because you let her do it Justin!"
"I knew you had the idol, I wasn't worried for you, and didn't want to blow up both of our spots," Justin stammered, trying to remain calm.
"JUSTIN QUIT LYING! You GAVE me that idol so that I would take out Carson for you! You knew! This whole time! You lied to me! And you only saved me just so you could keep your pretty little allies all here and wanting to work with good old Justin. WELL THAT IS DONE!"
"Guys let's calm down, and maybe have a more civil conversation somewhere else…" Raj spoke up, trying to mediate the situation.
"NO!" Carmen and Emma both yelled at the hockey bro.
Confessional, Carmen
Justin… I will have your head neatly placed on a silver platter when this is all said and done.
Confessional, Justin
Oopsies!
Confessional, Emma
(She is bright red and seething with anger as she breathes heavily through her mouth)
Confessional, Raj
I tried
"You three are all useless! And I will vote every single one of you out if it's the last thing I do!" Emma shouted as she stormed out of the tent. Carmen looked as though she could kill something, Raj appeared frightened, looking between his friend and his crush, while Justin looked almost depressed.
"I assume this was your doing?" Courtney asked Tem, startling the City Girl as she shifted herself a bit to face the former CIT.
"Mostly. I overheard Carmen confront Justin last night about what happened. I just told Emma what they said, the rest was all her," Tem replied with a shrug.
"Can't say I'm surprised. Emma was always a ticking time bomb anyways," Courtney remarked, as she gazed upon the trio alliance.
"Yeah. My plan was to mostly just get Emma to ditch Carmen, her being mad at Justin was not something I expected at all," Tem added, Courtney nodded in reply.
"Helps everyone else out I guess. I mean if Carmen wanted Emma out, and Justin saved her, I can't imagine those two being happy with each other right now."
"Nope. I feel bad for Raj though. I know he wanted Emma out, but he's been one of the nicest people here," Tem somberly said.
"It's a game Tem. We're all here for the money, and at this stage, I think we just gotta keep our eyes on the prize."
Confessional, Courtney
Sneaky Tem, you just moved up my threat list. (Courtney pulls out a piece of paper and writes something on it)
"That sure was something," Carrie chuckled, as she tossed a piece of popcorn into her mouth, as Hilde stuffed a handful into her mouth too.
"It was nice of the Chef to provide some popcorn for the event too," Hilde added, nodding to the cook who stood behind the counter. "Too bad Emma stormed off before Carmen could lose it. She looks like she could blow any second." Hilde added.
"Yeah. It's one thing to watch a fight on T.V. but seeing it in person, and actually knowing these people is a whole different beast," Carrie added, setting her popcorn down.
"I'm surprised I wasn't involved," Hilde chuckled. "I love a good fight."
"I think this fight was more petty than anything substantial," Carrie noted, raising her eyebrow towards Hilde.
"The prettier the better. Makes it funnier when one side eventually loses," Hilde snickered. 'Either way, I don't think those four will want to be in the same room together for the next day or so. I know I would want my space."
"You always want your space."
"True that!"
Confessional, Hilde
I love a good fight. Even when I'm not involved.
Confessional, Carrie
It's nice for once to feel like I'm watching the show from my living room again.
"CAMPERS! Report to the common space in between the trailers! The challenge is about to begin! The Bedazzled Heiress and Maxim Mach will explain it all!"
"Who?" Carrie asked Raj.
"Don't look at me," Raj shrugged as they walked over.
The eight remaining campers congregated in the space with idle but tense chatter among them. A dolled up truck spun into view as the driver stepped out.
She sported a bedazzled cowl over her face with particularly prominent makeup down half of her face. Her usual intern wear was replaced with a glamorous vest of purple, pink, and periwinkle shades. Dakota took a step to reveal her glittery teal shorts while she moved her shoulders back, revealing an emblazoned emerald cape marked with the letter M in thin gold print.
From the bed of the trunk the passenger seemed to step down with a thud. Like Dakota, his usual intern wear was replaced with the prominence and splendor of a unique costume. Instead of his usual glasses Sam now sported a single black lens designed with a reticle. His body seemed to be covered with a black and neon green vest with a screen on his forearm.
"Come on, hop in," Sam gestured, his voice a robotic tone.
"The challenge starts at the next soundstage," Dakota said briefly. "So pile in."
A brief camera shot showed the campers on the truck on the way to the new soundstage where the giant metal doors opened, revealing what looked to be a city block set with a stage prominently in front. Dangling from the stage was Chef in a frilly pink nightgown. "Help!" he screamed in a high pitched voice.
"COMING THROUGH!" The campers heard Chris' voice from the top of the soundstage. The campers looked up to see Chris, dressed with a flying motif, soaring down from some scaffolding on a rope. Chris swooped Chef in his arms before the rope stretched to a point of no return and suddenly snapped. They collectively winced as Chris and Chef struggled to get up.
"Okay… who used THE WRONG ROPE?!" Chris groaned. "Whatever, we'll deal with that later. Campers! Today is the superhero challenge!"
"Aww man, Carson would have loved this," Raj lamented.
"Isn't he a fan of that Bulaklak no Hero Academishina?" Courtney asked with a quizzical look on her face while the others looked on curiously.
"I don't think that's the right word, or the right language," Justin gently responded.
"Today you will compete to make your own superhero identity and prove your own worth in the world of heroics," Chris said as he bent his back. "You'll be working with-"
"FASHION!" Dakota screeched, driving onto stage the truck. Chris and Chef dove out of the way as she pulled out what looked like a big t-shirt cannon. She leaned out the window and fired her cannon high into the air, seemingly aiming for giant targets just above the campers. "FASHION!"
Sam rushed into the middle with his hand raised as two crates fell from the ceiling. He made a gesture as both crates opened at the same time. Two smoke screens revealed that the crates contained the two cameos for the episode.
"Better prepare for a pounding!" a woman's deep voice cackled. As the smoke cleared her golden tracksuit stood out and reflected with the light, accentuating her golden bangles as a line of silver appeared on her side. She blew through a golden whistle and "Because The Gilded Olympian is ready for battle!"
"SHAAAAAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The second cameo burst through the smoke. "You know what's gonna sha-happen and it's gonna be SHA-MAZING!" He flexed as his muscles seemed to bulge through his tight compression suit. "THE RUMBLE WARRIOR IS READY TO MAKE A NAME FOR HIMSELF HERE!"
"Jo and Lightning, or rather, the Gilded Olympian and the Rumble Warrior, are here to help judge and train you two!" Chef announced, suddenly pulling out an eyepatch. He placed the item on his face as he let a fluffy white cat run into his arms. "The first part of the challenge will deal with the fashion aspect for an advantage in the second part. But beware, because The Gilded Olympians are our anti-heroes and anti-villains ready to make things hard for crafts!"
"Sha-wait, where'd Jaiden go?" the Rumble Warrior suddenly interrupted.
"Idoled out," Carrie scratched her neck. "And… somewhere else right now."
"Sha-what? I chose this stupid outfit because I thought she'd like it…. Sha-dang it…." The rumble warrior pouted.
"Hey, focus, we have a job to do Rumblightning," The Gilded Olympian said.
"Dude that was my last hero before it was too 'clunky' as Sha-gilded olympian said. " The Rumble Warrior started.
"So…" Tem raised her hand. "Do we get-"
"FASHION!" Dakota screeched, still in the truck. She fired her cannon up into the ceiling. From the rafters cubic yards of clothing fell down over the campers. The campers struggled to dig their way out of the pile "FORTY FIVE MINUTES EVERYONE!"
Confessional, The Gilded Olympian
I should have gotten a second chance, but this is good enough! I'll show them what I'm made of with this whistle and my skills!
Confessional, The Rumble Warrior
You know, I'm already in this, so I might as well have fun with this… though it'd be more fun if more people I cared about were there… Seriously, who are these people?
Carrie placed her hands on her leg and pushed. Her portion of the pile collapsed and her leg was free. She looked at the small spool of fabric next to her before scooping a bundle. "Something borrowed- everything borrowed," she corrected as she noticed that she grabbed a pair of men's shorts. "Something borrowed, something new, something blue… but I don't want blue…" she muttered.
Elsewhere Justin clawed his way out of the pile. "Help…" he heard Tem meekly speak out as she tried prying her hand out of a scarf. Raj rushed up to Tem and started undoing the knot. "I wonder how that happened."
"That kind of fabric is a tricky one," Justin mentioned. "A lot of the people I work with don't like it since it catches on imperfections so easily and you want to take photos of perfection in imperfect areas."
"Perfection?" Tem asked. "How precise do models have to be?"
"That seems like a hard thing to do," Raj started. "So long as you get the puck in the net you're a golden cup winner."
"It's the worst part of being a model, so the best you can be is to be the best you are," Justin mused. "Hey Tem, you're on that spool of denim, can I use a little bit of it?"
"Sure," Tem handed a portion off.
Elsewhere, Emma and Carmen stared at each other as they looked at the pile of the skirts that fell in between them.
"Yo se que te gustaría," Carmen leered.
"Do you know that?" Emma sniped.
"Maybe I do," Carmen fired back.
The two continued staring at each other. A shot put ball fired from offscreen flew between the two of them. As they blinked, The Rumble Warrior swooped in with a giant weight and placed it on the pile of skirts. "SHA TOO SLOW!" The Rumble Warrior cackled. "NICE ONE GILDED OLYMPIAN!"
"As you were Rumbling Rogue," the Gilded Olympian called out from offscreen.
The two girls bent over and started to pull at the skirts. "SO HEAVY!" Emma shouted.
The camera cut to a giant pile of moving clothes. "Excuse me," Courtney said from behind the pile. "Need this, just in case. Measure once cut twice… measure once cut twice…" she mumbled.
A gold plated spear flew from offscreen and landed straight in the pile. Courtney hollered as she lost her balance. She recovered but left behind half of the pile of clothing. "FIRING AT US? HOW IS THAT LEGAL?"
"OH SUE ME PRINCESS!" The Gilded Olympian chided. The Gilded Olympian tossed a golden rugby ball to the Rumble Warrior and the Rumble Warrior threw it at the camera, signalling the start of a small montage.
Confessional, Courtney
PRINCESS!? Only Duncan can call me that!
Emma and Raj, working side by side, grabbed the same piece of black fabric as they fed it into two nearby sewing machines. The fed fabric rose up off of the ground as the Rumble Warrior crawled up and cut the fabric at awkward angles. Oblivious, Raj turned up a setting on the machine and the fabric flew into the machine complete with smoke. The smoke blew into Emma's face as she coughed.
Carrie pulled out a rule and a small piece of chalk as she traced an outline onto a piece of khaki. Satisfied, she cut the outline, only to accidentally cut her own shirt in the process. She grabbed another piece of fabric, unaware that Justin was using it, and tried stitching her shirt back together. Just behind her the Gilded Olympian knocked over a pile of fabric.
Justin ran his fingers through reams of fabric with nimble fingers. He pulled out a piece of blue that looked rather appealing. A smile appeared on his face as quickly as it disappeared when the Gilded Olympian tossed chalk in the air and coated the piece of fabric with the chalk. A portion flew into Justin's nose as he began sneezing.
Tem unrolled a giant spool of fabric onto a table. She poured out a bottle full of buttons onto the fabric only for it to suddenly roll back up. She rolled it back down only for it to roll back up again. Once again she tried and jumped onto the fabric to keep it from rolling back up. Her success was fleeting as she suddenly found herself wrapped in her fabric of choice. The Rumble Warrior gave a taunting kick to the bottle full of buttons and scattered them high.
Carmen grabbed a piece of fabric she shaped into a skirt-like outfit. She spun around in a cute manner, only for her to suddenly step on a stray piece of string. She tripped and found herself tangled up. She meekly held her hands out only for another piece of fabric to land on her face. The Rumble Warrior rolled a shot put ball around her and the ball gathered the fabric.
Hilde twirled some scissors on her hands as she grabbed a thick piece of leather. She sniffed it briefly and ran a large cutting utensil through it. The leather proved surprisingly tough and she tried pulling again. She stood on top of the table and cut through, accidentally tumbling and finding herself sprawled on the floor. The Gilded Olympian picked up the piece of leather she was working with and
Courtney's almost complete ensemble was just missing a little something. She looked around for inspiration and made a reach for a small golden button. She tried pulling the button only for the Rumble Warrior to swing a medicine ball dangerously close to her face. She screamed as she backed away, tripping over her own ensemble and collapsing a table underneath.
Confessional, Emma
Sometimes you have to patch things up so a little bit of tapestry never hurt anyone.
Confessional, Raj
Now I know why they usually get machines to make this…. I need a thimble…
Confessional, Carrie
I used to dream of making my own wedding dress. Some of my family had a lot of leftover scrap that they let me experiment with.
Confessional, Justin
You know what my main job is? Wearing the clothes! Not making them!
…but don't count me out just yet!
"TIME IS UP EVERYONE!" Chris shouted into his microphone. The upper half of his face now sported a black cowl with gold accents at the bottom. He was dressed simply with a blue cape down his back and a platinum colored shirt. On his hands were gauntlets adorned with the card suits in both silver and bronze. "TIME TO FACE JUDGEMENT AGAINST THE KING OF CARDS AND HIS ROYAL COURT!"
The camera panned out to reveal a table long enough for four people to sit. The King of Cards sat in the most prominent place and to his right was Chef Hatchet dressed in both military wear and referee garb. A silver whistle hung prominently from his thick neck and he wore a camo-cap. In front of him was a placemat labeled 'Ace Admiral Arbiter'. To The King of Cards' left was the Bedazzled Heiress and Maxim Mach as they neatly arranged papers.
"First up, would the civilian Hilde demonstrate her alter ego?" The King of Cards shouted into his microphone.
Another camera change showed Hilde striding out confidently in her costume. She seemed to be accompanied with a guitar riff as she slid out on stage, back facing the judging table, revealing a leather jacket adorned with spikes. She turned around to reveal a maroon crop top that revealed a fake scar on her stomach. Triumphantly, she brushed her shoulders, making sure to accentuate the spike on her jacket. "It's me, Prim Punkstar, and I'm ready to pummel you!"
The King of Cards took a sip of water that an intern placed on the table. "So what are your powers?"
"Powers?" Punkstar slammed her fist together. "I'm fueled by anarchy, rage, and hatred against authority, and I'm going to plant my position on pissants and politicians!" She punched the stage floor to emphasize her point, leaving behind a pointy hole in the stage.
"NEXT!" Ace Admiral shouted. The Punkstar left the stage with a huff.
"Bring out the civilian identity known as Courtney!" the King decreed.
As the camera panned to the stage, the light stirring of a violin started just as an elegant black dress flung into view. The heroine stepped onto stage with a deliberate and dainty step. WHile her outfit was simple, she was accessorized with a giant violin case. She stopped playing and stood in front of the judges on the stage. "You may call me the Vivacious Violinist," she introduced herself in a refined voice.
"So you're a musician?" asked Maxim Mach.
"That I am," The Violinist simply replied. She pulled out her violin, spun with an elegant demeanor, and played a single note that shattered the glass on the table. Surprised at herself, she quickly composed herself and tucked her violin away. She pulled out a baton from her back and twirled it high before landing it on the stage, posing elegantly.
"Thank you, NEXT!" Ace Admiral shouted as the Violinist departed.
"Let's see Civilian Raj's identity!" the King shouted.
Raj's entry was marked with a sudden hockey puck flying into view. A cheer came from offscreen just as Raj slid into view. "Call me Icicle Imperial!" roared the hero. It was immediately apparent to the judging panel that Icicle Imperial adorned a hockey helmet and face guard with a crown and the light blue uniform he was normally associated with seemed to be adorned with glitter.
"So you're in your… hockey gear?" asked the King.
"More than that, I'm ready to take my foes DOWN to the penalty box!" The Hero pulled out a puck and threw it in the air. The camera focused on it as it seemed to flip over and over before landing on a hockey stick that the Imperial expanded. He seemed to take a breath before he whacked the puck straight into the King's microphone. His eyes went wide as he skated off stage.
"NEXT!" Shouted the admiral.
"Right…" The King received a new microphone. "I call upon Justin's new identity!"
A spotlight seemed to shine from the rafters and followed Justin as he made his way to the center of the stage. His face was largely uncovered and like Hilde sported a crop top, this one a sparkling blue color. Down the crop top were jangling beaded threads that barely obscured his noticeable abs. He also sported a pair of shiny silver parachute pants. "Good to move and good to groove, I'm here as the Eye of True Desire."
"Sex appeal," the heiress said bluntly. "It works but not on everyone." She held Maxim Mach's hand as they smiled.
"Ah but I can be compelling if I move like… such!" Justin twirled around, revealing the kaleidoscopic fabric that his parachute pants were largely concealing. The Heiress and the Olympian's eyes went wide as his muscles seemed to be accentuated with a flourish of his hands before he posed, his hand in front of his face, flexing his bicep. "Aloha!"
"That was compelling," the Olympian turned to the Admiral.
"NEXT!" shouted the Admiral.
"I beckon thee, the civilian known as Emma!" The King bellowed.
The lights flickered on stage before shrinking to a small red dot on the background. From the stage Emma pounced out, revealing she was dressed much like a maid. She had a frilly black and white skirt and blue fishnet stockings. Her hands and feet actually seemed to be covered in dark navy paws. "Nyaaa…." Emma turned after she leapt to the small stage. "I'm Little Miss Purrfect! Ready to claw and scratch my way into the hearts and fears of evildoers out there!"
"Cat girl?" the Rumble Warrior asked, incredulous.
"Nyeh," Little Miss Purrfect pawed at her hair. She parted her blond hair to reveal a pair of dark blue cat ears with a pink inside. "I'm ready to provide a HISSS TERICAL BATTLE!" The laser pointer appeared again, this time quite far from her standing position, and she made the rather impressive leap off stage, yowling.
The admiral took a drink of water. "Kids these days… NEXT!"
"Sally forth, next civilian. That is to say, COME ON OUT CARRIE!"
The stage somehow seemed to grow darker as a sudden bright flash emanated from offscreen. Another bright flash and suddenly there she was. Most of her wear this time were khaki. She had a safari vest covering her shoulders down to her stomach. Her pants were patterned with nice camouflage print. "CLICK! Gotcha!" she threw her camera in the air and caught it, suddenly now clad in a camouflage jacket and a pair of khaki pants. "I'm gonna capture the bad guys like I capture photos or I'm not The Memory Maker!"
"A photographer?" the King asked.
"You know it, you love it, it's for me!" She opened one of her jacket pockets and whipped out a long selfie stick. She threw the camera up into the air and managed to land it onto the selfie stick, holding it close to the judging table as she timed a photo flash. The Rumble Warrior and Maxim Mach wiped their eyes as the Memory Maker darted off stage, leaving behind her calling card, a small polaroid photo.
"Nice flair… NEXT!"
"Almost at the end, but let's see CARMEN!" The King decreed.
A small clapping sound came from off stage before the next civilian actually danced in. The clickety clack of her feet seemed to emanate from her black high heels, each toe box and each heel adorned with metal plates. She twirled on stage, revealing she was carrying two fans with clackers affixed. "Hola mis admiradores," she winked. "Let's dance the night away because Soy La Chiquita Flamenca!"
The lights shone on her head and reflected off of a beautifully arranged floral hat with a gray veil dropping over half of her face. She winked to the camera and twirled away, dropping a petal as she did.
"And for the last time… NEXT!" The admiral said loudly.
"Let us end this parade with who we deem the last, TEM!" The King shouted into his microphone. Maxim Mach relayed an order into his walkie talkie and nodded.
The last to show up bounded on stage with a pep in her step. Atop her usual wear was a perky light green flannel and she stood tall in red pants with tears in it. With a wink and her hand on a giant toolbox, she pulled out some measuring tools and hit some cute poses. She stuck her fingers in her usual bun and pulled out a pocket sized calculator, inputting some values. "It's simple, but it's beautiful, and it's me! The Attacking Architect!"
She placed her foot on the toolbox, taking care to adjust her tool belt, and whipped around, facing the back. With a dramatic flourish she pulled out a protractor and threw it to the back wall. It stuck as she threw another protractor, this one exploding as it made impact against the wall. "Ta-ta!" The architect departed.
The judging panel glanced at each other. "Any thoughts?" Ace Admiral Arbiter turned with a curious look on his face.
"Do you think forty-five minutes was enough?" The bedazzled heiress turned to her fellow judges.
"You and Maxim Mach did some funky math there and said that was good," Ace Admiral started.
"I didn't account for our two anti-hero and anti-villain cameos here to mess things up that bad," Maxim Mach shot a pointed glare at the cameos.
"We're just doing our job!" The Gilded Olympian retorted.
"Were you all taking notes?" The bedazzled Olympian asked.
"Yeah we'll have five minutes so make a note to put in a camera wipe here," The King mentioned.
"Got it," The Heiress sighed.
After the camera wipe crossed the camera footage like the King demanded, the new superheroes were herded on stage with their costumes, an eclectic mix for sure. The King tapped his microphone as the campers looked at their fellow competitors. "Well, we can divide the costumes into three groups," the King started. "And it will only be the greatest of the great group, who can earn immunity for this phase. But fret not, for the one who wins immunity must show that they have the right to keep that immunity!"
"That means there's a part two," Ace Admiral chimed in. "But we have to start with THE WORST OF THE WORST! AND THAT MEANS ARCHITECT!"
The attacking architect visibly slumped. "Yep, that means you," the King mentioned. "You put your costume on over your usual clothes, didn't do anything to your hair, and your props weren't that good. It was just… plain."
The Icicle Imperial started to comfort her as he braced for the next judgement. "Icicle Imperial! You weren't last. Big whoop," Ace Admiral chided. "But we know you're a hockey fan in your civilian identity and we know that you're a good shot. SHOW SOME EFFORT!"
"And you two were the only members of the bad group! Congratulations everyone else your outfits were at least passable, but for three of you you could have done better. Like… THE EYE OF TRUE DESIRE!" Ace Admiral suddenly snapped, directing attention towards the scantily clad man.
"You know how to pick your clothes, and you know how to move, but we're not sure what your power is besides being nice to look at, which is a good psychological trick, but not enough," the King mentioned. "And as for Little Miss Purrfect, you were anything but. Yeah we haven't seen cat girls before on this show, but we're worried that no one is going to take you seriously as a hero. I know I barely kept from laughing, but at least it was more creative."
"Same goes for you too, Punkstar!" Ace Admiral bellowed. "Tough, imposing, intimidating, and that's all well and good, but THINK BIGGER! Sing a little, be creative, and show some heart and soul! Besides, we are an agency looking for a new recruit."
"And last up we have the top three! The best three for this part of the challenge," King of Cards stated. "But unfortunately we have to say that Vivacious Violinist, of you three, you were the worst. You could have shown off your attacking moves a lot more. I know violins can get shrill, but we voted that you were too nice and regal this time around. Maybe not ready to get down and dirty."
"So that means the first immunity winner is either the Memory Maker or La Chiquita Flamenca. Both of you," The Bedazzled Heiress prepared a cannon. "Both of you actually snuck your way into the top. You had the best consistency and the best aesthetic and that balance kept you higher than everyone else."
"Memory Maker," Maxim Mach started. "Your props seemed more useful and you demonstrated great talent. We're just worried it'll be clunky when actually fighting crime. There's also the issue of leaving a trace with all your props and depending on the assignment you need to drop it quickly."
"La Chiquita Flamenca," Maxim Mach continued. "Here's the thing, we see that you can dance as light as a feather and make your way through the villains. You have creative props but it seems small on the whole. And you are another refined mover here so you aren't particularly original."
"Finally, it's my royal decree, and my regal pleasure," the king said as he pulled out a scroll. "TO SAY THAT MEMORY MAKER WINS THE FIRST POSSIBLE IMMUNITY OF THE EPISODE!"
Confessional, Vivacious Violinist (Courtney)
Third isn't the best… but it's not last! I'll take it!
Confessional, Little Miss Purrfect (Emma)
HOW DID I GET BOTTOM HALF? CAT GIRLS ARE ALL THE RAGE!
Confessional, La Chiquita Flamenca (Carmen)
Canadienses, no comprenden arte verdad…
Confessional, Icicle Imperial (Raj)
…okay even the strong ones get stage anxiety you know…
Confessional, The Memory Maker (Carrie)
Say cheese! (She flashes her camera into the confessional, disappearing without a sight.
"So now we move onto part two!" the King proclaimed. Four interns walked in sync towards the king carrying one of four ends to a raised portable throne. The King made a move to the throne as Rumble Warrior and Gold Olympian darted to another part of the soundstage. He beckoned the hero recruits to follow as he made his way through the soundstage.
"Welcome to the streets of EveryCity Canada! An all Canadian town, which is very similar to an all American town, beset by crimes, disasters, and heroes!" The King gesticulated. The campers looked behind the king to see that they were beholding the sights of what looked to be an obstacle course themed to the city streets. "Today is the most critical day, and you must save the civilians as best as you can! And Ace Admiral Arbiter is here to demonstrate!"
The campers flinched as they realized that Ace Admiral Arbiter was now clad in a camouflage patterned one piece that left little to the imagination. "FIRST, YOU MUST LEAP INTO ACTION! And I advise you to land on the safer mattress, the others might be a bit tricky to get out of." The admiral jumped off of an angled trampoline onto some mattresses, most of which were worse for wear, but some of which seemed rather fresh. The Admiral landed onto what looked like a safe mattress until it exploded in a sea of blue glitter.
"WHAT'S THIS?! GILDED OLYMPIAN HAS KNOCKED A DAMSEL OUT THE WINDOW! SAVE THEM!" Gilded Olympian threw what looked like a sack of flour in fancy pants out a window. Ace Admiral rushed forward but tripped over his own laces and the bag of flour exploded over his head.
"Oh no! The only way to cross the street is to use the power lines because of weakening soil factors! AND JUST WHEN THE METEOR SHOWER HAS STRUCK! QUICK! USE THE POWER LINES TO CROSS AND AVOID THE METEORS!" The camera focused on Rumble Warrior gearing up with a medicine ball before throwing just enough to avoid Ace Admiral's head. Ace Admiral flailed and tumbled to the ground atop mats designed to look like the opening earth.
"ACE ADMIRAL IS ALMOST OUT OF THE DANGER ZONE, BUT THERE'S A TRIO OF WALLS IN THE WAY! GET PAST THEM ANY WAY YOU CAN!" The camera changed to show Ace Admiral jumping over low lying walls.
"AND BECAUSE EVERY SUPERHERO NEEDS A COOL POSE, YOU'LL STRIKE IT WHEN YOU BURST THROUGH THE LAST WALL!" Ace Admiral plowed through the last wall with a triumphant grunt before stumbling over his feet and face planting into a mattress.
Confessional, Ace Admiral Arbiter
I don't get paid enough for this
"That seems like a lot," Eye of True Desire exhaled.
"Welcome to Total Drama," Memory Maker sniped.
"This time trial is most relevant to two people. The first one is whoever makes it through the fastest. They will one hundred percent be immune for the next ceremony," Ace Admiral dusted his uniform off. "Secondly, Memory Maker HAS to place in the top three of times in order to keep her immunity to the end. If she fails to then she's up for elimination just like the rest of you SUPER ZEROES! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"
"YES ACE ADMIRAL ARBITER!" The campers shouted almost automatically. They shook their heads, confused, before they turned to the king.
"So who goes first?" Little Miss Purrfect asked, striking an obnoxiously cute pose.
"Let's find out," The King pulled out a deck of cards and shuffled it, before flipping over one.
The camera suddenly cuts to the Prim Punkstar at the start of the obstacle course. "Why me?" She gruffed.
"Luck of the draw," shrugged the King. "But are you ready?"
Another editing choice showed the heroic wannabes all in more or less the same position. It was clear that they were running separate times judging by the slight shadow on the floor for all of them. "Ready," the campers said.
Maxim Mach blared a sound effect from a keyboard while Bedazzled Heiress fired a t-shirt cannon of her own. The camera traced the t-shirt as it landed and exploded into jewels, signalling the start of the cinematic shots through the city obstacle course.
Editing tricks showed all their pairs of feet running to the trampoline before someone made a leap into the rubber material. Prim Punkstar landed squarely in the middle, bouncing twice before jumping off of the trampoline and managing a somewhat safe landing onto a safe mattress. The camera cut back to show both Eye of True Desire and Chiquita Flamenca striking poses as they soared through the air. The Memory Maker managed a couple of action shots that were displayed even as she flew horizontally to an unsafe mattress.
Others, however, didn't quite have good fortune. Little Miss Purrfect jumped onto the trampoline with all fours but her hand gave way and she face planted against the material of the trampoline. She bounced unceremoniously off of the trampoline and crawled to the mattress. Vivacious Violinist contorted her body as she jumped, only to be separated with her main weapon. The Icicle Imperial tore through the rubber with his sharp skates. The Attacking Architect found her materials scattered as she tried recovering her balance after a failed bounce.
Confessional, Little Miss Purrfect (Emma)
Chase is going to be posting that isn't he… I hate him.
The next obstacle, the damsel carry, did not go as well.
Eye of True Desire recovered the quickest as he saw the damsel of flour, held hostage by Gilded Olympian tumble down from the window sill directly to the ground. He sprinted forward and leapt with a spin at the end to catch the damsel. He managed a standing landing with the damsel flour in his hands. He gave the bag a kiss before running off.
Prim Punkstar managed to clear the distance quickly but misjudged the fall path of the bag of flour. It landed on some of her spikes and coated the punkstar in Flour. Similarly, Chiquita Flamenca struggled to keep balance and landed on her stomach before the damsel of flour landed on her and exploded. She let out a spanish vulgarity and that sound continued as another camera shot showed the Little Miss Purrfect missing the damsel as it fell through her outstretched hands.
Memory Maker witnessed Gilded Olympian grab the bag of flour, place it on the window sill, and rear back to get a running start with her hands outreached. Memory Maker pulled out a flash bulb and timed it with an arched throw. The sudden flash meant that Gilded Olympian couldn't push the bag of flour as much and the flour fell down limply, safe enough for Memory Maker to secure the catch.
Icicle Imperial ran across the floor of the set and tripped over his laces, somehow winding upside down, and the damsel landed on his skates, tearing a hole in the fabric.
After recovering her effects, the Attacking Architect managed to dive forward and stop the bag of flour from hitting the ground. Vivacious Violinist tripped over her own high heels but managed to open her case and slid it forward to catch the damsel.
Confessional, Chiquita Flamenca (Carmen)
I suppose the aesthetic was too rough this time.
Confessional, Icicle Imperial (Raj)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I should have used roller skates, but ice skates feel more natural with me!
Confessional, Memory Maker (Carrie)
I for one, love obstacle courses, but a lot of them don't love me, this one at least likes me.
Confessional, Vivacious Violinist (Courtney)
Sometimes you have to chase after a certain hunky respectable streetwise thief when they get too in character, this is actually somewhat natural
The obstacle course feed started again with the next obstacle, the meteor powerlines.
Little Miss Purrfect scrambled up the pole with surprising speed.. To her surprise the power lines were actually wide enough for her to crawl across. She ducked before a meteor flew just where her head was and she crawled across eighty percent of the wires before being knocked under. She clung on tightly and managed to make it to the end by gripping underneath. Eye of True Desire made it to the top of the wires only to scream as he saw a medicine meteor hurling straight to his face. To protect himself he jumped off to the wires at the start, forcing himself to crawl across the decorated mats. Icicle Imperial steeled himself as he started to run across the wide wires, only to take a blow to his chest, his legs, his arms, and his head, sending him tumbling to the mats below.
Chiquita Flamenca recovered from her gaffe with the damsel flour. She scrambled up the pole and made it across the wires and only took a glancing blow from a single medicine meteor. The Attacking Architect had to resort to crawling on the wires like Little Miss Purrfect but made it across even after taking more blows than those who took the obstacle.
Memory Maker struggled to climb up the poles with her equipment. She barely made it up the poles when a medicine ball hit her and she tumbled to the floor. Similarly, Vivacious Violinist made it about halfway across the wires when she was hit twice in quick succession, on her legs and on her chest, causing her to tumble, landing straight on the violin case she carried on her back.
Prim Punkstar managed to make it up the pole with little scuffle. Even with a blow on her shoulder she managed to stay on the wires to the end of the course.
Confessional, Icicle Imperial (Raj)
Those meteor medicine balls…
Confessional, Memory Maker (Carrie)
Why was the pole the hard part? And doesn't Rumble Warrior get the idea of mercy?
Confessional, Eye of True Desire (Justin)
(He wiggles his fingers in front of his face) Hey, I have to protect this (he wiggles his fingers) face again. I know I could have made it across.
Confessional, Little Miss Purrfect (Emma)
It was allowed. I could crawl. Nyah.
Confessional, Icicle Imperial (Raj)
OW!
Little Miss Purrfect blew into her paws as she lined up in front of one of the walls. She let out a hiss and started to scale it. She made it to the top of the first one and jumped to the top of the second. She made a jump to the third but slipped and slammed into the wall before tumbling onto the mat below. Despite that, she recovered and made it through the obstacle relatively scot-free. Vivacious Violinist managed to jump over the first wall and scaled the second one cleanly. She struggled on the third but managed to flop over unceremoniously. Both Icicle Imperial and Memory Maker managed to use their sticks to vault over the walls. Attacking Architect stabbed her tools into the walls and used them as stepping points to ascend. Eye of True Desire took a deep breath as he ran gracefully and leapt over the first wall. Then the second wall. Then the third. Prim Punkstar first attacked the first wall at an angle and jumped over. She managed to punch holes through the second wall and make footholds and handholds to climb higher. She made a simple climb over the last wall. Chiquita Flamenca almost seemed to dance up the wall by using her heels as something of hooks to climb up the wall.
Confessional, King of Cards
Let the record show that the emperor of this treasured network wished for more obstacles and more safe obstacles. Thine walls were the simplest prop we were able to use.
Confessional, Prim Punkstar (Hilde)
At this point I have more bruises on my body than spikes on my vest. This better be worth it…
At the end of the obstacle course a tearaway wall stood erect with a target on its backside. The heroes all took a moment before leaping through the tearaway.
Prim Punkstar burst through with a roaring flex.
Little Miss Purrfect posed cutely with one paw raised.
Memory Maker rolled into a dynamic photo taking shot on her knees.
Vivacious Violinist struck an elegant pose with a slight spin that revealed her violin.
Icicle Imperial seemed to have sparks from his skates as he held his hockey stick in an attacking pose.
Eye of True Desire flexed his muscles as he struck a rather sultry pose.
Attacking Architect placed her hands on her chin in a thoughtful manner with a smile as her props twirled around.
Chiquita Flamenca threw her head back to expose the more ornate details of her headdress while she spun with her hand.
Confessional, Prim Punkstar (Hilde)
I've been through worse, but none of it was televised. Why did I decide to put leather on my knees?
Confessional, Eye of True Desire (Justin)
(he's investigating something red on his skin) Maybe I didn't need to show that much skin
Confessional, Little Miss Purrfect (Emma)
(With a twitching eye) That stung
Confessional, The Attacking Architect (Tem)
I actually had fun (she laughs) Not "I'd do this every weekend instead of sleeping in or travel fifty miles in the dark of the night to wake up just to run obstacles in the mud and then drive fifty miles back to your house when you accidentally locked your house" fun but I'd do it again.
"And with that, the hero training program is over! Time to see which of you will be a superhero, or a super zero!" The King shouted into a megaphone.
A camera wipe showed a small action sequence of the Rumble Warrior and the Gilded Olympian jumping onto a moving platform. It disappeared under a tunnel set. When the platform emerged on the other side Jo and Lightning jumped off of the platform and waved goodbye to the campers, who were standing on the stage again.
"The top three are the ones that matter this time around, so we're going to point out everyone who wasn't in the top three," the King pointed to an oversized deck of cards that the interns were currently manipulating.
"In Eighth place, it was just a bad draw especially with your costume, we have landed on…. LITTLE MISS PURRFECT!" The intern holding the eight of clubs turned it around to reveal Little Miss Purrfect's civilian identity smiling. "Were those cat ears really that important?"
"Yeah, they're the ears that could hear when the damsel was falling," Little Miss Purrfect defended.
"And it didn't work," the King snarked.
"In seventh place, with a lame power, and a lame costume, but somehow doing better than Little Miss Purrfect thanks to a good trampoline jump…" The intern holding the seven of Diamonds turned around to reveal the civilian face of - "THE ATTACKING ARCHITECT!"
"Now in sixth place, we have a much more fluid attempt that was fast in theory but slow in practice…. Days ah four too nadamente…"
"What are you trying to say?" the Prim Punkstar blurted.
"It was Spanish because the next worst hero was-"
"I see that I was the next worst, but don't try to claim that as Spanish. It's Desafortunadamente, not that Spanglish you somehow mangled…." growled Chiquita Flamenca.
"It was the hat, wasn't it?" The king asked. He got no response. "Anyways…. Rounding out the bottom half was a truly unlucky run. Landing on the wrong mat, rolling into the damsel, and landing on the wires in a way that would hurt if it was 71% of the other heroes…"
An intern turned around the five of hearts to reveal the civilian identity of the Prim Punkstar.
"No reaction?" The king goaded.
"Just move on," The Prim Punkstar gruffed.
"Okay then! Now we're in the top half. Battling out for the number three spot were two, technically three heroes, including our first immunity winner. It was a critical fight down to a difference of twelve seconds. The face I'm revealing right now is only in the top half, and not in the top three."
With a pregnant pause one of the interns turned the four of spades to reveal the Icicle Imperial. "I think those skates not only hindered your jump but the balance, but you did strike the second best pose as judged by the panelists."
"I guess that means something," Icicle Imperial lightly smiled.
"AND THAT MEANS WE ARE OFFICIALLY GUARANTEEING IMMUNITY TO MEMORY MAKER! Congratulations!" the King said as he pulled out a knight's helmet. "I knight thee immune to being voted out tonight and you will be joined by one other."
Vivacious Violinist and Eye of True Desire stared at each other. "Hey, we did good," Vivacious Violinist extended a hand.
Eye of True Desire gracefully grabbed her hand and shook it. "We did," he replied in a smooth voice as his clothing swayed effortlessly.
AT that handshake, the last intern turned around the victorious card. Eye of True Desire let out a cheer as he ran up to the King. "Congratulations for winning immunity! You too are safe, and it was that pose at the end that swayed over three of the six judges today. Keep doing a good job. As for all your other zeroes, you have two hours before the ceremony begins."
The campers gave polite applause, some politer than others.
Confessional, Memory Maker (Carrie)
HAHA! IMMUNITY RIGHT WHERE IT BELONGS, WITH ME! It feels so good having this time around!
Confessional, Eye of True Desire (Justin)
A little late, but truly, I belong with this, and it feels good and it feels breathable!
The campers left the sound stage and moved to the communal area, changing into their usual wear and grabbing snacks before the now typical rounds of strategy started.
Confessional, Courtney
You're never 100% safe unless you have immunity this time. Unless you give up immunity to someone else like the contracts say we can do but why would you do that? Anyways, I should be fine this time around.
Confessional, Tem
Didn't do so hot in the challenge… but I know that I'm not a target, at least I think I know.
Confessional, Carmen
… I've been good this season. I had a lot of good fun. I didn't have many major blowups…
The camera suddenly cut outside the confessional where Justin placed his hand on the doorknob to the door entering the confessional space. "Y AHORA ES EL TIEMPO PARA UNO!"
Justin recoiled and tripped over the stairs, landing square on his butt, as he looked aghast at the confessional.
Confessional, Carmen
Emma, I'm getting sick of your moral superiority. You're not the worst influencer, but you're dancing around that last place line for all this time! Es como si fueras la causa principal de toda estes idiotez! Y te preguntas por qué Chase quería estar contigo? Walking 'round with that horrific sense of entitlement como un gatita!
Justin's eyes widened as he listened to Carmen continue ranting. He held a hand out to stop Raj from entering the confessional as Courtney started to run up. Raj put a finger to his lips as he pointed quietly towards the door.
Confessional, Carmen
It's a game… it's a game… IT'S A GAME! I get that! Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a BITCH! Justin's a nice guy, but I'M ALLOWED TO WANT TO GET MY HANDS ON HIS PERFECT NECK AND BLEMISH IT! Pretty Privilege exists for sure, and so does male privilege! I say what I say and I don't fault him but I CAN BE ANGRY WITH IT!
Courtney turned to Justin. "How long has she been in there?" she mouthed hesitantly.
Justin held up two fingers before wincing as the sound of something falling from the room.
Confessional, Carmen
I've made friends, I really have, but por ese memento… ¡PUEDEN AHOGARSE! ¡Todos estos idiotas no juegan a este juego por sí mismos! ¿Por qué dejamos que estos idiotas tomen decisiones? ¿Nadie puede usar el cerebro o se le acabó la energía? ¡Incompetentes, imbéciles, idiotas, ingratos! Es como si fuera la única diva aquí que tiene un atisbo de poder mental esta vez. AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
The camera cut outside one more time to show Raj, Courtney, and Justin walking away hesitantly as Carmen screamed from inside.
Confessional, Carmen
Haven't screamed like that in awhile. Until next time.
Twenty Minutes Later
"Well at least Emma didn't win," Carmen said, shooting a glare at Justin who rolled his eyes in response.
"Should we just go after her again?" Raj asked the duo, trying to get them back on track.
Carmen took a deep breath thinking for a moment. "Well after Justin's stunt, someone may want to try and work with Emma. I wouldn't mind taking a shot at Hilde here as a backup option in case Emma were to be saved again."
"I don't hate that option. Hilde is just as much of a wild card as Emma. Just not as… crazy," Justin added.
"Emma hates us. I don't know about you guys, but I'd rather vote her out than someone who seems indifferent towards us," Raj piped up focusing attention onto himself, which he quickly shrunk under.
"No Raj you make a good point," Justin comforted the hockey bro. "Hilde will probably want Emma out again. And I imagine Courtney will too."
"Five is enough to get the job done. I still think we should consider Hilde as an option if Emma is off the table."
"We need to focus more on getting through this vote," Justin remarked.
"We wouldn't have to if you just let Emma go," Carmen snapped back, turning around and walking away from the two boys.
Confessional, Carmen
I trust no one, but I have to vote with someone, so may as well try again with tweedledee and tweedledum.
Confessional, Raj
Preferably we actually vote Emma out this time. But Hilde does also scare me, so that works too. Either way, Carson leaving the way he did, and all of the fighting this morning made me realize how quickly this game can change, and I feel as though that if both Justin and I make it past this vote, I'll need to tell him how I feel.
"This vote is going to be a mess," Carrie groaned, as she and Tem were making their way to the Craft Services Tent.
"On the bright side, we should be in the clear, especially since you're immune," Tem said, smiling wide as she elbowed her ally in the ribs playfully. "Everyone knows how big of snakes Carmen and Justin are, and Emma pisses everyone off. I think we're good for a couple rounds at least."
"I know, still doesn't mean it's not stressful," Carrie remarked, as Tem nodded in agreement.
"I'm just glad the game is open now. Everything was so secretive early on, it was so annoying," Tem said. "I am glad we stuck it out though. Despite some tough losses." Tem added, looking down towards her sneakers.
"Oh for sure," Carrie responded, a smile appearing on her face, before it quickly vanished. "What should we do about the vote? I'm not so certain voting Emma is exactly the best call," Carrie added, as Tem nodded in agreement.
"I imagine people will want Emma out again, as you said. Justin is obviously off the table…. Do you think we could get Carmen out?" Tem inquired, Carrie's slight frown quickly turned into a wide smile as Tem suggested Carmen.
"Emma would be guaranteed to vote for her. Could we get two other votes for her?" Carrie wondered aloud.
"Courtney and Hilde would be our two options. But even then, I like Emma's odds in a tie against Carmen anyhow."
"Yeah…. But after Devin went out that way, I'd rather avoid a tie," Carrie nervously chuckled. "Can't say we can rely on someone to win that way."
"I get it. But I think now would be the best time to snipe one of that trio out of the game. Especially since Justin blew his idol last round."
Confessional, Carrie
I don't think I've really had my voice heard, for almost the whole season. If this works, it'll be nice to be in control for a change. Especially since I'm immune, that means, no one can turn the vote against me thankfully.
The camera panned away from the two girls and onto Justin and Courtney, who had taken a seat together outside of the trailers. Both seemed rather nervous, keeping an eye for any of the campers who could be nearby.
"What're you thinking here?' Courtney asked the model. "And maybe keep it down so someone doesn't hear you this time," She added, causing Justin to groan.
"Don't remind me. It was one thing for Carmen to figure it out, it was another for Emma. But one issue at a time."
"Yeah, we need to get the chaos out before we go after the quiet ones," Courtney agreed. "I assume you want Emma out here."
"Don't really have a choice after this morning. Carmen and Raj are all in on it."
"I imagine Hilde would want to do that too. She seems more eager to fit into the majority after her rough start at the merge," Courtney mused, as Justin nodded along.
"Do you think Tem or Carrie would try to save Emma?" Justin asked. "I do worry that you could be a target for them again. Especially since Carrie has immunity now."
"I doubt it. They'd need an idol. And if they did have one, they'd use it against Carmen or Raj since you guys are perceived as a trio. Besides those three hardly ever speak if at all after Emma went off the deep end against Beardo."
"That would make sense. Can't help but be paranoid though."
"You're immune, you've got nothing to worry about."
Confessional, Justin
After my recent blunder, it seems flirting is out of my deck of cards. So I need to focus on my relationships, and Courtney is one I desperately need to keep on my side.
Confessional, Courtney
Emma is a mess and a half that I really don't feel like cleaning up honestly. That's Justin's problem.
"Carrie please, what can I do to get you and Tem to vote with me!?" Emma pleaded to the other blonde. Carrie was trying to eat a sandwich as Emma pleaded with her.
Carrie set her sandwich down and took a deep breath. "Emma…" Carrie sighed, as she chose her next words carefully. "I want to like you. We connected really well in the premerge. But we have drifted apart ever since."
"I know I know, and I am so sorry. I was blinded by Justin and Carmen… mostly Justin, and I'm ready to turn against them now!" Emma pleaded, her eyes showing every bit of desperation she had.
"Alright. We want to go after Carmen. Can we count on your vote?" Carrie firmly stated. Eyeing Emma intently seeing what the blonde youtuber would do.
"Yep I'm one hundred percent all in! That bimbo won't know what hit her!" Emma exclaimed, as Carrie restrained herself from facepalming, as she gave a nice smile and wave as Emma skipped out of the Craft Services Tent.
Confessional, Carrie
A number is a number (She shrugs). Although Emma and I were close. I've personally grown tired of her antics, but anything that helps me get closer to the win and to avenge Devin.
Confessional, Emma
And Carmen, this is what you get for having my name in your annoying mouth!
"Hey Hilde!" Raj waved towards the punk golfer. Hilde had sat herself under a large oak tree, trying to shade herself from the sun, and to get some much needed alone time.
"What do you want Raj?" Hilde gruffed to the hockey bro, staring him down as he approached her spot.
"I just wanted to talk to you about the vote, that's all," Raj said quickly, raising his hands up defensively. Hilde rolled her eyes
"This is a new step for you Raj. You usually just go with the flow," Hilde remarked, sitting up now as she continued to keep an eye on Raj.
"Yeah I know. But I feel useless, just kind of sitting there. So I want to be more proactive," Raj explained, as Hilde seemed to loosen up a bit.
"So what are you thinking then?" Hilde inquired.
"I know this will sound… redundant? I think that's the word. But Emma would be my target," Raj timidly suggested.
"She's an easy target. And after this morning I can't blame you at all. I'm not really close to Emma anymore, so I'm not against that plan."
"Yeah," Raj said nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm kind of just hoping it's the same plan as last time. Minus the idol."
"I don't think Justin will make that mistake again," Hilde chuckled, while Raj seemed to shrink a bit into his jersey at the mention of Justin's idol.
Confessional, Hilde
Raj talking strategy is new. But hey, better late than never.
Confessional, Raj
I really want to branch out more… and I guess a first good strategic move for me would be to vote Emma out since she hates me.
"Courtney just hear me out," Tem pleaded to the former CIT. The two girls had found a nice bench away from the trailers, and the Craft Services Tent, and closer to the numerous sets.
"I get you want to make a move Tem, but Emma now, and then one of the trio after just makes way more sense," Courtney explained, folding her arms across her chest
"That three would just need one vote next round. No matter how much Carmen and Justin fight, those three will stick with each other," Tem argued. Courtney seemed to loosen up a bit as Tem went on. "Besides, Emma will go after Justin and Raj well before either of us."
"I assume you want to go after Carmen then. Since Justin is immune, and Raj… isn't exactly a strategic threat."
"She's been a sneaky liar all merge. And Emma is all in on it. Even if it ties, a rage induced Emma will easily beat Carmen."
"If Carmen stays then I'm dead. Unless Hilde is on board, it just doesn't make sense for me to make this move."
"Alright Courtney… I appreciate the honesty," Tem replied, her frustration clear as she walked away from the season one alumni.
Confessional, Tem
Come on Courtney, you know you want to.
Confessional, Courtney
While making Justin reliant on me is great. The plan itself is suicidal. I have an idol, I can just take out one of the trio myself whenever I feel like it. That said, it's not like I don't have a bit of a side deal with Carrie right now…
"Emma, amiga…" Carmen started, as she entered into the women's trailer.
"Nope, don't wanna hear it!" Emma exclaimed, her voice rising with every word, slamming her hair brush down.
"Pero…"
"NO I DO NOT CARE!" Emma shouted, storming out of the trailer, slamming the door behind her. However a muffled thud could be heard from inside the trailer, as Carmen started to snicker, presuming Emma had tripped and fell after she left the trailer. After Carmen had finished laughing, she turned to the camera and shrugged, before she herself turned to leave.
Confessional, Emma
F— you, you stupid… (What was said was not suitable for this channel's programming)
Confessional, Carmen
Welp I tried. I will happily cast my vote for that numbskull.
"I assume you girls would like to do Emma again?" Justin asked Carrie and Tem, as the trio had met up inside the Craft Services Tent. The camera panned around, even showing Chef preparing for dinner that evening.
"I mean yeah," Carrie exclaimed. "She's annoying and it's something everyone can agree upon." Carrie added, shifting her arms so they folded together as she leaned into the table.
"Yeah, I have to agree with Carrie. Besides, I don't think I could stand another night with her in the girl's trailer," Tem added. "I don't like to bad mouth people, but after today, she and Carmen would probably argue every night."
"I don't think Raj or I want to hear that from our trailer either," Justin replied with a small chuckle. "Should it be fairly settled then?"
"I think so," Carrie said, glancing at Tem.
"I mean, Carmen and Raj will both vote for Emma again. Even if there is a plan, she would need another idol," Tem said, causing Justin to wince slightly but it went unnoticed.
"Then I will see you ladies at the ceremony tonight," Justin said with a wink, standing up from the table and walking out of the tent, while the two girls stifled a giggle, as the camera panned to Chef who rolled his eyes and continued to work on his prep.
Confessional, Justin
Alright… easy peasy, bye bye Emma, for real this time
Confessional, Carrie
No chance he actually believed us!
As Justin walked away from Carrie and Tem, he managed to find Carmen and Raj nearby waiting for him to leave the tent. Raj was fiddling with his hands, looking down at the ground while Carmen stood arms crossed, and her face was resting in a more stern disapproving pose.
"So what did they say?" Carmen bluntly asked, as Justin gave a small eye roll.
"They both agreed to voting for Emma. So that means seven votes on her," Justin replied, Raj seemed to calm a bit as Justin relayed the information.
"Okay so, easy vote on Emma then?" Raj asked. "No need for any foul play."
"Well…" Justin started. "If there's seven votes on Emma. What's the harm in the two of us voting Hilde in case Emma has an idol."
"Why wouldn't she just play it last round?" Carmen sneered at Justin, who rolled his eyes as he shrugged.
"Because she had my idol. So why not just keep hers?" Justin suggested. "Simple enough."
"Ugh… stupid idols. Fine!" Carmen exclaimed. "You boys can vote Hilde, then the girls will vote Emma. Easy enough," Carmen replied, strutting away from the two boys, clearly angry.
"I'm sorry about that Justin," Raj exclaimed. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not mad at you," Raj blushed a bit, as Justin gave the hockey bro a smile.
"I appreciate that Raj. I'll see you at the ceremony," Justin said as he gave the boy a wink and a hair flip before walking away, a small smile on his face.
Confessional, Justin
A loyal ally is a loyal ally. Just need to make sure he stays loyal. (He flashes a model smile).
Confessional, Carmen
Justin (She slaps her forehead). I mean why wouldn't Emma just idol herself last time. But then again, Justin's stupidity lately knows no bounds, so maybe Emma still has an idol.
Confessional, Raj
Justin is so smart… and dreamy… and… also my ally! And friend! Ugh I know if Justin goes, I'll regret not telling him… I mean… uh… nevermind! I just… I just need him to feel like he can trust me one hundred percent.
"What Tem?" Hilde whisper yelled, as the two girls were quickly making their way to the Elimination Ceremony.
"There's three votes on Carmen, if you come with us there's four. But there's no pressure if you don't want to," Tem responded, as she struggled to keep up with Hilde's long strides.
"You, Carrie, and Emma? You'd still need one more."
"Courtney maybe, but even then, if you vote with us, it ties. And odds are Carmen goes," Tem hurriedly said, as the stage was coming into view.
"Not very nice of you to spring this on me at the last minute!" Hilde exclaimed, as she stared straight ahead at the bright lights of the ceremony.
"I couldn't find you all evening."
"Right… well. I'll decide when I vote. But Tem… if Courtney doesn't vote with you guys…."
"I know. But that trio needs to be split up, otherwise, none of us stand a chance." Hilde nodded as her eyes and face contorted into a thinking expression.
Confessional, Tem
If Carmen leaves, I'd like to have some actually reliable allies since Emma is the exact opposite of reliable.
Confessional, Hilde
Stupid last minute plans. I'm leaning towards keeping my vote on Emma just in case. But it would be nice to send the smoking hot latina out of the game…. And yes I meant to say the smoking hot part.
Elimination Ceremony
"Welcome in final eight. And soon to be the final seven. As you all know, Justin is immune today, for the second time now. As well as Carrie who has won her first immunity. So neither of them can be voted for. And I imagine following the fireworks of the last day and a half, that this ceremony will be one of my favorites." Chris exclaimed, as the eight remaining campers filed into the bleachers. Chef in his traditional sparkly dress handed each of the campers their voting device. And one by one each camper sent in their vote. Some clearly nervous, others confident, or in Emma's case, beaming with happiness.
"Alright, I have the votes," Chris said. " If anyone has a hidden Chris immunity idol and would like to play it, now would be the time to do so." Eyes shot over to Emma and Justin, but no move was made between either of them.
"Alright then, I'll read the votes." Chris exclaimed, pulling out the first white piece of paper.
"FIRST VOTE… Emma!" Emma stuck her tongue out at Justin and Carmen, as she folded her arms in defiances.
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"SECOND VOTE… Carmen!" Carmen rolled her eyes as she shot a dirty look at Emma.
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"THIRD VOTE… Emma!"
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"FOURTH VOTE… Carmen!" Carmen now looked a bit concerned, as she looked towards Tem and Carrie now, confused at what was going on.
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"FIFTH VOTE… Hilde!" Hilde now looked confused, as she was looking between everyone present, as if asking what the heck was going on.
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"SIXTH VOTE… Hilde! We are tied with two votes on Hilde, Carmen, and Emma!"
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"SEVENTH VOTE… Carmen!"
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"EIGHTH VOTE… and the seventeenth person voted out and the sixth member of our jury… Carmen!"
Carmen stands up, her face as red as a tomato as she gave a death glare to both Justin and Emma. Flipping them the bird in the process.
"Emma you're insufferable!" Carmen yelled out to the blonde. "And Justin THAT WAS THE MOVE?! Como un idioto!" Then Carmen turned to Raj, and her gaze softened a bit. "And Raj, you're alright." Raj seemed to give a small sigh of relief, before smiling and giving the latina a hug.
"You fought to the end, and I always respect someone who never gave up!" Raj exclaimed, widening his smile, to which Carmen returned in kind.
"As for the rest of you, good luck. And the person who sends Emma to the jury house in a body bag gets my vote!" Emma stuck her tongue out at Carmen, folding her arms and turning away from her former ally. Carmen just rolled her eyes, as she walked her way into the Lame-O-Sine, yet another returnee sent packing.
"And with that brutal blindside, we now only have seven remaining campers, and for the first time in the game, the newbies out number the returnees. Will that play a factor in the upcoming votes? Considering Emma has become one of the most hated players Total Drama has ever seen, it's fairly unlikely. But you never know. With Justin now completely exposed, will another returnee follow out the door? Or will the streak finally end? Only time will tell, as tune in next time for yet another dramatic and fiery episode of TOTAL! DRAMA! ACTION!"
Final Confessional, Carmen
Ugh! I had this in the bag until Justin decided to save Emma. Now I'm sitting here, where I have absolutely no business being. Es dificil no ser amarga when you go out like this and only time knows if I'll still be bitter at Justin. Emma, 100% I'll be bitter to her if she makes it to the end. The rest, they can all earn my vote at the ceremony., but I wouldn't mind seeing a fellow chiquita regaining the Total Drama crown. Suckiness aside, I am glad I made it so much further this time, the appearance check will be much bigger for someone who lasted fifteen episodes in comparison to five. Either way, mi hermana, I will see you soon!
Votes
Carmen: I am so done with your nonsense. UGH! You're worse than my dad. Emma
Carrie: Good game, but it's time a new blonde is on top. Carmen
Courtney: What can I say I want Justin to myself. No Duncan not like that. Carmen
Emma: I wish I could vlog your reaction. You shouldn't play with fire, you'll only get burned. Carmen
Hilde: Whether it's you or Carmen that leaves. I could care less. Both of you get on my nerves. Emma
Justin: Emma… why couldn't you have just minded your own business. Nothing personal, just need a backup. Hilde
Raj: Hope Emma doesn't have an idol! I really hope you stay a bit longer! Hilde
Tem: Emma… you are a blessing in disguise. Let's just hope you don't flip back to the eye candy again. Carmen
24th: Lauren: 5-1
23rd: Anne Maria: 4-2
22nd: Chase: 4-1
21st: Zee: 4-2
20th: Devante: 4-1
19th: Raihan: 4-1
18th: Shawn: 3-2-1
17th: Wayne: 2-2 Lost Tiebreaker
16th: Ella: 5-3
15th: Jaiden: 5-2
14th: Devin: 4-4 Lost Tiebreaker
13th: Angelo: 7-4-2
12th: Sugar: 5-4-3
11th: Beardo: 6-5
10th: Sky: 9-1
9th: Carson: 8-1
8th: Carmen: 4-2-2
Reviews
SuperSonicHeros: (Trygve): I'm glad you enjoyed the challenge, Hopps and I both got sick and had finals to deal with, so hopefully we can pick up the pace on the episodes a little bit. But yeah it would seem Justin's big move may have backfired on him. In the initial drafts for the Blended series, Carson was meant to be a bit of a punching bag in the unlucky sense of he would always miss the merge by one round, and then the one time he does make merge he gets taken out like right after. Ultimately that was scrapped as most know, but his unlucky streak did manage to persist here.
(Rj): I'd like to reiterate that here in this version of total drama we want to make things more fair since I personally found that as my least favorite part of Total Drama in canon. Unfortunately Emma sees another episode with the split vote shenanigans this time around.
LordGemini: (Trygve): I'm really glad you enjoyed the chapter of Carson's demise, and I would like to say I am proud of you for not immediately jumping to Emma leaving this episode, I see you have finally figured out at least a little bit of how I like to work my strategy. There's going to be obvious boots, but sometimes the obvious boot is too obvious. I am glad you enjoy the interactions esp in the end game where the lines are both drawn and not drawn. PI had more defined sides, whereas this season it feels like there are duos, and singles, and the singles and duos shuffle according to what they think is best, so I am glad that this season is offering something more unique in comparison to prior seasons.
(Rj): I'm glad you enjoyed this episode and yes, I hope that you see with this episode that the future episodes are already weird.
Guests: (Trygve): Thank you for the reviews! We appreciate them! Emma will indeed be sticking around for a little bit longer so that idol play wasn't a complete waste haha
Merge Team: Carrie, Courtney, Emma, Hilde, Justin, Raj, Tem
Carrie: 4 team immunities, 0 individual immunities, 0 idols played, 0 votes against
Courtney: 5 team immunities, 1 individual immunities, 0 idols played, 0 votes against
Emma: 5 team immunities, 0 individual immunities, 1 idol played, 7 votes against, 8 votes negated
Hilde: 4 team immunities, 1 individual immunities, 0 idols played, 4 votes against
Justin: 3 team immunities, 2 individual immunities, 0 idols played, 11 votes against
Raj: 4 team immunities, 0 individual immunities, 0 idols played, 2 votes against
Tem: 3 team immunities, 0 individual immunities, 0 idols played, 2 votes against