#39 days

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ALBUS — THE ULTIMATE COSPLAYER!!!!! [ Happy Miku Day / 39 day ]

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39 Days Until Halloween!

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39 Days | Outlander Fanfiction

Chapter 9: Night 21/Day 22

Idols were a finicky beast. Hard to find and harder to use, they were life and death in the game, but only when wielded well. Played too soon or too late, and that power was wasted.

And it was no less thrilling (or harrowing) for viewers. How many nights had Jamie spent in stiff hospital chairs or sitting cross-legged on the end of his mother’s bed, staring up at the television in the corner of the room, holding his breath through one Tribal Council or another as they waited to see if the target of the vote would manage to turn the tide their way? Once, a player who’d managed to get her hands on two idols surprised everyone by saving herself and her top ally from certain elimination. Preteen Jamie and Will had leapt from their seats with identical shouts of incredulity and excitement. So loudly, in fact, that three different nurses had rushed in, ready to avert a crisis…and then — once the confusion had passed — to skin both boys alive.

Mam had scolded them for causing a ruckus, but when the nurses left, she’d just chuckled. Tired and soft, but real. Happy. That’s a resumé move right there, lads, she’d sighed as a torch was snuffed on screen. Jamie had watched the would-be bottom players knock fists in celebration, marveling at the ingenuity and sheer luck that had sent one of the biggest threats in the game packing instead.

And now here he was. Some months down the line, he’d be nothing but pixels on a screen for strangers to cheer on or rage at, waiting to see if he made the right make-or-break call. The knowledge plagued him like the first tickle in the back of his throat before the flu knocked him flat.

For the last three weeks, Jamie had considered himself lucky. He’d only been to Tribal Council one time since arriving; his place on the island had never been truly threatened. By that same token, though, at halfway through the game, his Survivor resumé, as it were — how he’d outplayed, outwitted, outlasted all the rest…his big moves, his memorable strategies that would, hopefully, eventually, secure him the win — was alarmingly sparse.

The thought had haunted him for days and now into the night. How late was it, he wondered. One in the morning, maybe two? Pitch black night cloaked their beach, unending cloud cover obscuring the moon and stars. The storm had been going strong at sunset, but now the sky had mostly — finally — run out of rain. Only the occasional stray droplet thwapped onto the tarp covering their shelter, sharp against the soft sounds of a dozen sleeping people.

Jamie lay on his back, left hand pillowed beneath his head, staring at the lean-to roof: knobby branches covered in palm fronds, those covered with a tarp one of the other tribes had thought to bring with them in the merge. Tall as he was, he’d had to bend his knees to keep his feet out of the rain; once the storm had eased up, though, he’d straightened them with a relieved groan and let his feet hang off the platform.

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39 days until Christmas ⭐

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