How would u feel if you were written into a fic where you compete in challenges and try to avoid elimination all to win a large sum of money? for like the 2nd time
if i win then yes. thats a joke u can put me in it even if i come in last place. yolo
I like when total drama is cartoony. Like bitch if I wanted to witness relationship dramas and shit then I would watch love island or survivor or some shit. Total Drama is a cartoon, LET IT BE A CARTOON!!!! LET CHARACTERS DO WACKY SHIT!!! LET IT BE WACKY, SILLY, GOOFY EVEN!!!
so true i donot care about the relationship drama. did they make the kissing look so ugly on purpose or do they think it's pleasant to look at
“Last time, on Total Takes World Tour: our remaining players stopped by the charming Polish city of Krakow, but the only charms they got were pain, pain, and no game! Bonnie went a little AWOL when they decided to switch to a nocturnal lifestyle, but that still didn’t stop their team from using them as a personal love coach- again. Albert got some bad news, but it was Kelly who really took the cake for most pathetic episode ev-ah after their non-monogamous ex decided to return to monogamy.... for someone else. Ouch! What does this mean for Kelly? What will become of Team Mojo with their mojo gone? Find out now, on Total Takes World Tour!”
“And here we are fleeing from the Bulgarian police. Pricks,” Patrick says, shuffling his handful of photographs while his team peers over his shoulder.
“Aww,” they coo as Patrick flips to another Polaroid of Kitty being tasered. “And here we are getting caught by the Bulgarian police.”
“You guys are so cute,” Sha-Mod says. “How long have you been together?”
Patrick stacks the images and puts them in his blazer pocket. “We’re not. We’re more like… business partners,”
Albert and Michela make fleeting eye contact and then shrug. Across economy, Bonnie yawns and stretches, rubbing their eyes. Max turns to them. “How much did you get?’
“Enough,” Bonnie says, then sighs after Max continues staring. “Two hours.”
“How are we supposed to win with you on autopilot?” he snaps, then lowers his voice to a whisper. “You expect me to carry the team with THESE people?”
He gestures behind him to Kelly, Staci, and Phillip, the latter of which is staring intently at a cockroach on the wall and holding his temples.
Bonnie sighs. “Fine, I’ll get a coffee,”
---
“This has got to be the best season yet,” Ass sighs as a manicurist paints their nails. “If beating the other teams will be this easy, we might as well move in here permanently.”
“You’d think they have the numeral advantage, but we’re actually doing quite well. I’m impressed!” Courtney adds on. They stretch in their plush, first-class seat and sigh happily as the smell of breakfast wafts in the room.
Julia watches the interaction and rolls her eyes before sitting back and pulling a sleeping mask back on to catch a few more minutes of sleep She kicks back and Mal slinks into the seat next to her, pulling out an ink pad and stamping her thumb print to an index card.
“Mal!” Courtney shouts, pulling out a spray bottle and chasing her to the other side of the cabin.
“It’s for my charity auction!” she yells. “It’s for charity! Well- my charity! These fingerprints go for a lot of money in the Balkans!”
Courtney backs them into a corner and then sighs. Ass rolls their eyes. “Next time we lose, she’s out,”
“I can get behind that,” they take an exhausted seat next to them. “I found her collecting hair from the shower drain the other day.”
Ass shivers.
Chris’ voice squeals over the intercom, making everyone jump. “Good morning, passengers! If you’ll look out the right side of the plane, you’ll see our next destination- Australia!”
Courtney and Ass peer out their window over a vast expanse of green. “Are you sure we didn’t take a wrong turn again? End up in Austria?” Ass shouts.
“Nope. Welcome to the rainforest, mates! Now buckle in and gear up, our landing track is a little… um, crowded!”
Courtney looks back out the window to see an overgrown, crumbling landing pad. They sigh. “He’s so doing this on purpose,”
---
Economy class buckles in just in time- seconds after Bonnie figures out the seatbelts in their disoriented state, the entire cabin begins tossing around luggage, garbage, and miscellaneous rats like a salad.
The teens yelp and duck as clothes, books, and the occasional snack stash fly at their heads. A rat wearing a crucifix necklace latches onto Patrick’s shoulder.
Finally, after several minutes of bumping and bruising, the plane comes to a stop. Economy groans and stands shakily as Chris laughs like a maniac over the intercom.
Albert rubs a bump on his head and turns to his right. “Um, Patrick, don’t freak out, but-”
“Oh, please. I’m not a wussy fruitcake like the rest of you,” he says. “A little turbulence is nothing to a sigma like me. Man up.”
“Yeah, okay. You have a rat on your shoulder,”
Patrick turns to his shoulder. He goes pale and shrieks, standing up and shaking in circles, screaming “GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME!” while everyone else watches. Michela rolls her eyes.
---
Patrick sits in the confessional in the fetal position, sobbing.
---
“Calm down! You’ll hurt him,” Albert says, scooping the rat off his shoulder. “He won’t bite.”
“What makes you so sure?” Max asks, raising an eyebrow.
Albert holds him away and glares a little. “He won’t have to defend himself if he has nothing to fear,”
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ALBERT: "Max is... afraid of me. Interesting. Very, very interesting,"
---
Max rolls his eyes and drifts back over to Bonnie, helping them up to leave the plane. The rest of their team follows behind, then the Mojos.
Outside of the great metal bird, the teens immediately swallow in the muggy, humid air. Birds chirp, mysterious creatures squawk and the rat on Albert’s shoulder squeaks nervously and scampers back into the plane.
“Where are we?” Ass finally asks, hands on their hips and eyes lowered.
Chris, busy picking his teeth with his pinky finger, looks up. “Hm?”
“I said where are we?”
“Oh, yeah. Forgot we were doing that,” he chuckles. “Welcome to the Dandenong Mountains!”
“The what now?” Sha-Mod asks, squinting.
“Mountain range- well, more like hills and rainforest,”
Mal squeals. “OMG, in the original World Tour, the Amazons went to the Amazon forest, so does that mean that we’re going to the-”
“NO! There’s no Yaoi forest!” Chris snaps. He composes himself and smiles. “Today’s challenge is simple- you’ll be going on an itsy-bitsy safari for some of Australia’s finest- and deadliest!”
The teens shift uncomfortably and look between each other.
“But don't worry, due to local laws we can’t have you capture any of the wildlife. You’ll be getting these!” he says as Chef passes around slips of laminated paper. “Your cards for species bingo. The first time to reach the finish line with a bingo wins first class- and avoids elimination!”
A bird squawks off in the distance. Team Yaoi looks between each other nervously, as every Mojo turns to Albert expectedly.
“Ready? Go!”
The teens awkwardly amble off and begin moving through the brush. Team Friendship takes a leftwards path, Max in the lead while Bonnie stumbles behind him.
---
MAX: “Maybe voting off Scruffy was a mistake. At least they knew how to lead a team of morons,”
---
“Keep your eyes peeled. A lot of these are big, so it shouldn’t be too hard to spot things,” he instructs, handing the team card to Staci. “Don’t lose this.”
She salutes and tucks the sheet under her sweater. Kelly gives her a thumbs up.
“Y’know, I should be leading,” Phillip says, walking past Max. “I was in the boy scouts, but I had to drop out cause it wasn’t tough enough for a guy like me.”
He trips over a root and lands face-first in the dirt. Max steps over his limp body without a second thought and he sobs into the mulch.
---
“This place is so cool- like we’re in Jurassic Park!” Sha-Mod says, petting a fern leaf.
Albert passes by him, holding the bingo sheet. “Let’s hope not. And try not to touch anything you don’t recognize, the flora here isn’t known to be friendly,”
Sha-Mod quickly stands and hurries to catch up with the group. Patrick rolls his eyes. “Please. Afraid of a little plant?” he stops and stands over a shrub. “Oooh, I’m so scared.”
A spider crawls out of the brush and sits atop the plant. He immediately screams and stumbles backwards into Michela, barreling her over.
“Ow,” she grumbles, rubbing her shoulder while Patrick rocks back and forth on the ground.
Albert backtracks and holds out a hand, which she accepts with a smile. He smiles back.
---
ALBERT: “Okay, so, I lost my job. No big deal! I still have plenty to live for and now that I’ve been f-...f-f… fired- I can finally pursue them. I mean, I would've used the winnings to donate to the coalition, but when’s the last time I’ve taken a day off?” He smiles and his eye twitches.
---
Albert stops the group in a small clearing to show them the bingo card. “Most of these are pretty easy to find. The spider that scared Patrick looked like a funnel web,”
He huffs and crosses his arms. “You’re welcome,”
“A lot of these are birds, so just keep your heads up. If we had time and gear, we could set up a really nice bird-watching party, but… a hike is just as good a way to see wildlife as any,” he shrugs.
“You’ve done a lot of hiking, huh?” Michela asks, standing and brushing off her skirt.
Albert hums and looks down at the sheet. “My dad and I used to do a lot of camping and hiking,” he stands and begins leading the group again.
“Used to?” she asks, walking alongside him. He smiles sadly and shrugs. “Oh… sorry,”
After a brief moment of silence, Michela takes his hand and gives it a squeeze. Patrick rolls his eyes from behind them. “What a couple of fruitcakes, huh, buddy?” he chuckles. No response. “Um…”
Patrick stops and turns, prompting Michela and Albert to do the same.
“Sha-Mod?”
---
Sha-Mod walks through the thick jungle with swagger, taking wide strides and whistling to himself. He makes it some steps before suddenly colliding face-first into a tree- sending him tumbling backwards down a hill, into a creek, and then downstream.
---
“That’s not good,” Michela says.
Patrick smirks. “Relax, sweetheart. Chris never said we had to make it past the finish line with the whole team,”
Michela grits her teeth and steps on his foot. Patrick screams in pain and whimpers, scampering away.
---
“OMG you guys, there’s Yaoi on this list!” Mal squeals, holding the sheet to the sky.
“Give me that,” Ass snatches it back and reads it. “This says YOWIE, you dolt. There’s even a picture!”
“I thought that was just a bear. Someone isn’t well versed on their gay terminology!” she crosses her arms. “Besides, Yowies aren’t real.”
Julia rolls her eyes from behind the two. “But yaoi is?”
“Duh! We have gay rights for a reason!”
“Can you guys settle down?” Courtney asks, massaging their temples. “I have a really bad headache.” They turn around for a second and a massive spider crawls off their back. Julia and Ass go pale and make fleeting eye contact, then shake their heads. “Let’s just keep going,”
---
“Cockatoo,” Albert says, marking off another item on the bingo sheet. “We’ve got echidna, spider, and cockatoo, but… no Sha-Mod.”
“I hope he’s okay,” Michela says, somewhat nervously. “He wouldn’t leave us alone with… that thing, would he?”
Albert scoffs a little, slightly offended. “The cockatoo hasn’t done anything to you,”
“No. I meant the other thing,” she points to Patrick, who’s busy taunting the plants to hurt him. They both shiver, and then laugh.
---
ALBERT: "Michela is a good person. She doesn't care about what other people think about her, or losing her job and her very reason for existing! I could learn a thing or two. If only it was just us on the team,"
---
“Anything yet?” Bonnie yawns, stumbling over another overgrown root.
Max shakes his head and moves a branch out of the way for them as they walk ahead blindly. “We might be doing better if we were QUIET!” he shouts, turning to Kelly and Staci behind them, who quickly stop gossiping.
Max massages his temples. Phillip walks alongside him, covered in bug bites and dirt. “I had a dream that I could control animals with my mind once. I wrote a poem about it, do you want to hear?”
“NO!”
Bonnie yawns again and scratches their head. “Where are we, again?”
He groans.
---
MAX: “SOMETHING has to be done about this team. Bonnie’s been avoiding everyone because of their- whatever you’d call their thing with Caesar- Staci is too busy gabbing about girls and gossip to be of actual use, Kelly is only here for moral support, and Phillip is basically a pet,”
---
“Look, there!” Kelly says, pointing. Max stops dead in his tracks and looks in the direction they’re pointing. “A fruit fly!”
He slowly sits down on the forest floor, puts his head in his hands and rocks back and forth.
Bonnie walks over to Kelly and Staci, who are staring nervously. “You broke him,” they say before slumping over and falling asleep on Staci’s shoulder.
---
“Sha-Mod!” Michela shouts. “Sha-Mod!”
“Is it really such a wise idea to shout?” Patrick asks. “I mean- not for me. But you know, you might attract something dangerous for you.”
“There are no large terrestrial predators in Australia,” Albert says nonchalantly. “Anything in these rainforests that could kill you isn’t predatory towards people, and would only act in self-defense. So let’s try not to antagonize anything else, okay?”
Patrick rolls his eyes.
---
It’s dark.
The sound of bugs flying, mammals chittering, and birds crying out fills the empty air.
Slowly, Sha-Mod awakes. He groans and sits up, scratching his head with his back to the camera. “Owie,” he says.
Then, it’s bright. Too bright.
“Wait,” he grabs at his face. The feeling of warm flesh fills the void where smooth paper should be. Sha-Mod ducks to the ground and sees the mulchy, emulsified remains of Lighting crumbled in the dirt. “Oh, no. Oh no. This isn’t good.”
---
Julia presses ahead, swatting at the jungle growth with her arm while Ass, Mal, and Courtney follow behind them. It’s beginning to get dark, the sun setting off in the distance.
“Guys, I really don’t feel good,” Courtney mumbles. “My head is pounding, I think I have food poisoning or something.”
“Did you eat any of Chef’s scrambled eggs, cause those were definitely expired,” a voice from the brush says.
Team Mojo walks out of the undergrowth, converging with Team Yaoi. Michela walks over to Courtney and scans them over. “Cramping at all?"
They shake their head. “No cramping, I just feel sick,”
She turns back to Albert, who sighs and begrudgingly steps forward to inspect them. “What are your symptoms? You could’ve been bitten by something,”
Ass and Julia look between each other with wide eyes.
“Headache, and… I feel nauseous,” they say as Albert holds a hand to their head.
“Well, you’re not dead yet, so it can’t be that bad,” Patrick says. Courtney rolls their eyes.
“Do you remember handling any wildlife? Maybe you fell into a bush and startled something?”
“We went through some overgrowth earlier, but I’m sure it’s nothing,” Julia says. “We should really get going, thank you.” She grabs Courtney’s arm and pulls them away.
The cracking sound of thunder stops Team Yaoi in their steps and Julia grits her teeth as a sharp downpour begins to cover the forest. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to make a fire, would you?”
---
“You know, we really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s winter in the southern hemisphere, and-”
“SHH!” Ass hisses at Albert. “We are on a survival show. We. Are. Surviving!”
He grumbles to himself and sits next to Michela after she finishes lighting the fire. “I hope Sha-Mod is doing okay,”
“Hey, maybe Team Friendship found him,” she says, tossing the fire-starting sticks into the hearth. “Max would take care of him for us.”
Albert raises an eyebrow. “Would he?”
Julia studies the interaction cautiously as Ass hisses at Mal for getting too close.
Michela’s expression shifts at the speed of light, and she takes on a new, more annoyed look. “What does that mean?”
“I mean, I don’t know him, of course,” Albert says, raising his hands defensively. “But he seems kind of… mean.”
“You can say that again,” Julia mumbles, kicking a rock into the fire. Albert nods. “See?”
“Well, Julia deserves it,” Michela says. “But he’s not a mean person. Right?”
Patrick whistles passive-aggressively. Julia rolls her eyes and Courtney avoids eye contact entirely.
“He seems fine to me,” Ass says. “But that’s probably not a compliment coming from myself.”
“I like his yaoi ships!” Mal offers.
Michela stands. “Fine, if you’re all so sure, you can stay here on your high horses. I’m going to go find Sha-Mod,”
And then she storms off into the rain.
---
Staci finishes hammering together a makeshift wooden shelter with a hand-held rock and ducks under it, where Max is crouching in the dirt. Kelly is shivering, and Phillip is scribbling in his notebook. Bonnie is fast asleep on the ground.
“Well, this is delightful,” Max sighs. “Anyone else enjoying themselves? This is basically a cruise!”
“You don’t have to be so negative all the time,” Staci says, sitting down next to Phillip.
Max rolls his eyes and pulls his knees to his chest. “How long has Bonnie been out?”
“A few hours,” Kelly says, matter-of-factly. “On the bright side, we’ve got two animals on our bingo card now!”
He groans and puts his head in his hands. Staci sighs.
---
STACI: “Okay, admittedly, I haven’t been carrying this team like I know I could. My plan was more to fly under the radar like in Island, and then cruise to the final five. But… if we lose, Kelly might get voted out. They’re not exactly a class favorite right now,”
---
Bonnie suddenly yawns loudly and sits up, rubbing their eyes. “Mhmm… what time is it? Did we win?” they awake and turn from side to side. “Where are we?”
“The rainforest, sleeping beauty,” Max comments dully, flicking a lint ball off his blazer.
“What? But I have a match in like, fifteen minutes! If I miss a league tournament they’ll kick me off the team!”
Max glowers. “I don’t think that’s the team you should worry about being kicked off of now,”
Bonnie looks away.
---
BONNIE: “I don’t exactly have a good catalog of coping mechanisms. Avoidance is numero uno,”
---
Michela walks through the thick jungle, staring up ahead at the high canopy. The rain has begun to clear up, but it’s not any easier to navigate through the dark.
“Sha-Mod? Sha-Mod!” she shouts. “Come on, man!”
No response. She sighs, but trudges on. As she pushes through another overgrown fern, a rustling behind her makes her whirl around.
“Hey, it’s just me,” Albert says. “I couldn’t sleep knowing you were out here alone.”
She opens her mouth to retort and he quickly holds up a finger.
“Not that I think you’re incapable of taking care of yourself, this is just a rainforest at night. Not the safest place to be off-trail,” he says quickly. “I have full confidence in your skills. But I also wanted to apologize, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sure Max is… a nice person…”
“You don’t have to lie to me,” Michela snaps, walking ahead again. Albert trails after her. “Sha-Mod!”
“He just comes off as kind of rude! And you’re so open, and helpful to everyone…”
“Sha-Mod!”
“I guess I just don’t see it,”
“Sha-Mod, come on, man! Help me out here!”
“But…” Albert says, catching up to Michela and standing in front of her. She lowers her eyebrows at him. “I could believe that he’s nice to you, at least. You’re easy to be nice to.”
Michela looks away. “Thanks. I guess,”
“I won’t bring it up again, promise,”
The two make brief eye contact and then hug for a little bit too long. From the brush behind them, Julia squints.
---
JULIA: “Maybe Max isn’t a totally delusional control freak, after all. There is something going on between those two. But the question is, how can I get this to turn in my favor?”
---
Julia returns to the campfire and takes a seat. Courtney looks up. “Did you find any?”
“What?”
“Water?”
“Oh, yeah. Um, no,” Julia says, leaning back. “Guess you’ll just have to rough it.”
“Great work. Really top-notch survival skills,” Patrick says, trying and failing to carve a stick into a spear.
“As if you could do any better,”
“Oh, please. I bet you’re really regretting being dumped by me now, huh?” he chuckles, pointing his barely-formed spear at her. “I could do this in my sleep.”
“I broke up with YOU!”
He smirks and rolls his eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, honey,”
Julia grits her teeth and sits between Ass and Mal, seething. Courtney chuckles lightly, looking pale and sickly. “Says the guy who got dumped here by his whole team,”
“Yeah, and not to mention your losing streak,” Ass rolls their eyes. “Really great ‘survival skills’, Bear Grylls.”
“And, for the record, it was Julia who broke up with you. It’s literally on my Patulia archive blog,” Mal nods. “Honestly, you should be so lucky you got to go out with her in the first place.”
“Yeah, what did you ever bring to the table?” Courtney asks. “Julia is smart, experienced, and a good leader.”
“We would never leave Julia behind with another team. And we hate her!” Ass says, jabbing a finger in his direction.
Patrick grumbles to himself and half-heartedly tosses his spear into the fire. Julia blinks.
---
Sha-Mod stumbles through the forest blindly. A large leaf has been tied around his face with a shoelace and, without proper eyeholes, he’s as blind as a bat.
After walking into the third tree along the trail, he sighs.
---
SHA-MOD: “Is this the universe punishing me for saying I needed time apart from Takes Three? I didn’t mean to get Joner voted out! I didn’t know I could do that with my mind!”
---
The rain picks up again and he sighs.
A few minutes behind him, Michela and Albert are walking alongside each other, shoulder-to-shoulder. “I hope he isn’t hurt,” the latter says, scanning the treeline as if Sha-Mod might be up there. “Hey- possum. That’s another one for the bingo.”
Albert pulls the sheet out of his windbreaker and checks off another box. Michela raises an eyebrow and he stares back. “Bad timing?”
“No, no. It’s okay. But I wouldn’t hate it if we lost, I mean… Patrick has gotta go,” she says. “He’s been dragging his heels this entire competition.”
“Agreed. He’s been giving you a hard time,” Albert says, clicking his pen. “Poor Sha-Mod, though…”
The faint sound of a ringing bell catches both of their attention and they turn to each other. "Now?" Michela sighs before clearing her throat. “We should’ve just kept our heads, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“I thought so too, but then we lost Sha-Mod in the rain-for-est!” Albert continues.
“Now if he goes missing-”
“-We definitely won’t be ‘winnin!”
“Oh, what would we do the-en?”
Sha-Mod stumbles through the foliage just yards ahead, coughing weakly. The faint, familiar dinging of the song bell sounds and he groans. He sighs:
“Lost here, woods are gonna make me boke,
Leaf in my face, get me outta this place!
Going solo was not what I anticipated, probably means I’m eliminated. Yeah, I’m out! Out, oooh, oooh, yeah, yeah, yeah!”
“Sha-Mod?” a voice comes from behind him.
Sha-Mod whirls around and runs through the forest towards the voice, stumbling over roots and logs before tumbling into a warm wash of light.
When he looks up from the dirt, he sees Team Friendship watching him. Phillip finally squeaks out a quiet: “What happened to you?”
“I-I made it! I’m back! I’m safe, all by myself!” he says, pumping his fist. “I survived alone! I can do anything!”
“Okay, that’s great. Where’s Team Mojo?” Max asks sharply.
Sha-Mod shrugs. “We got separated. I haven’t seen them since this morning,”
After a long, drawn out sigh, Max finally speaks. “Okay. We’ll find them in the morning,”
---
Team Yaoi (and Patrick) crowd around their dying fire, trying to shield it from the rain. A rustling from the bushes behind them turns everyone’s attention to the foliage.
“Did you guys hear that?” Courtney asks nervously, looking from side to side with wide eyes.
“It was probably just the wind,” Patrick says. “There are no large terrestrial predators in Australia. That’s something I knew all by myself. No one told me that.”
Julia rolls her eyes.
“Maybe it’s Yaoi!” Mal squeals, kicking her legs back and forth.
“A yowie,”
“I told you, yowies aren’t real, but yaoi is!”
The bushes rustle louder and everyone turns again. A large, ape-like creature jumps from the brush and roars. Everyone screams (especially Patrick) and takes off running into the forest.
The “yowie” giggles and takes off its mask, revealing a short teenager. Kitty unzips the suit and then runs back off into the forest.
---
Michela and Albert return to the campfire, wet and exhausted, and raise both their eyebrows at the sight of the abandoned embers and empty yowie suit.
“I don’t even wanna know,” Michela grumbles.
---
The sun rises over the mountains in the east, washing a new light over the damp earth. Bonnie yawns and stretches, looking much less pale and sickly than they had for the past few days.
Max follows after, then Staci and Kelly rise. “Hey- where’s Phillip?”
As if summoning him from Hell, he arrives with his shirt full of berries. “Look what I found! Valuable asset to the team, right?” Max rolls his eyes.
Through the fog behind him, Michela and Albert walk into the clearing. “And that’s a bingo,” the latter says, marking off kookaburra on their sheet. “Oh!”
Sha-Mod jumps up from where he’d been lying on the ground and throws himself into Michela’s arms. “IgotlostIwassoscaredneverleavemealoneeveragain!” he sobs rapidly.
“We found him in the woods like a puppy in a wet box on the side of the road,” Max sighs. “Then he ate all our food supplies and scared off our last chances of finding a bingo.”
Sha-Mod sobs loudly in Michela’s arms. “Geez, alright,” she says, then turns to Albert. “See? Told you.”
He smiles and shrugs, then turns away from her to roll his eyes.
Team Yaoi (and Patrick) come stumbling out of the fog next, all panting and exhausted. Once they’ve caught their breath, Ass whacks Mal upside the head.
“Sure, let’s make it a party,” Bonnie yawns, then turns to team Friendship. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
---
The three teams- now reunited- cross the finish line at the exit of the forest, where Chris and the plane are waiting. “Wow, what happened to you guys? You look terrible!” he chuckles.
The teens collectively glare at him.
“Well, anyway. Let’s see those bingo cards…” he walks between the groups. “Two for Team Friendship, a full five for Team Mojo, and…. Surprise! Nothing for Team Yaoi.”
The team groans and he grins. “Lucky for you, this is a non-elimination round!”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bonnie grumbles. Team Yaoi weakly cheers. Ass holds out their hand for a high five from Courtney, who swings and misses, then falls over.
“Team Mojo, you’ll be enjoying first class,” he says, walking back in front of the groups. “The rest of you will enjoy gruel and grime in economy. See you there!”
Team Friendship groans. “Don’t look so glum, guys. At least I have these!” Phillip says, popping a small black berry in his mouth.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t eat those if I were you,” Albert says. “Those look like nightshades.”
“So?”
“They’re poisonous,”
Phillip goes pale and spits out the berry, scraping off his tongue and whimpering.
"Some boy scout," Max mutters.
---
The plane jostles a little, shaking economy. Courtney snores through the turbulence, hanging limply in their seatbelt. Ass mumbles a brief “ew” as Mal drools on her phone, and they scooch closer to Julia, who’s staring ahead intently.
Bonnie is fast asleep, back to a normal human sleep schedule after their soiree in the jungle broke their bad habit. Kelly and Staci are leaning on each other, snoring, and Phillip is mumbling to himself.
Max, balancing his head in his palms, blinks slowly, staring ahead out the window into the dark. After a few moments of silence, Julia unbuckles herself and crosses the great expanse from one side of the cabin to the other while the plane shakes.
She takes a seat next to Max and he sighs dramatically. “What is it now?”
“Calm down, I just wanted to talk,”
“I’m not falling for that again,”
“I’ll make it short,” she smiles. “You weren’t with Team Mojo last night, after all. If I were you… I’d keep a close eye on Albert.”
Max blinks and looks pale. And with that, she walks back to the other side of the cabin.
---
JULIA: “No, Michela and I aren’t enemies- but we aren’t allies, either. That makes her fair game. I want Patrick gone, and if that means I have to pick off the only player that’s keeping that team together- so be it,”
it may depict as many characters as you'd like it to, but hopefully you'd choose more than one lol
it does not have to be perfect <3 I can barely draw myself
edits are also accepted!
be creative as you would like. it doesn't have to be a replica of the tdwt one (and I'd actually love to see some variety from it)
prizes:
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they will also get the chance to read ONE (1) episode of their choosing exactly one day ahead of its usual release. like a patreon thing*
*please refrain from spoiling other people tho pls and thanks
the deadline is by the end of this week (november 19th) and you can send submissions through the ask box, messages, discord, or just post it and tag me! I'm not picky
I had SOOOOOOOOO much fun writing this. initially i was pretty intimidated by finding something to do in greenland, but i think the cast themselves really carried. we got a lot of great moments out of everyone, and i wanted to give some special attention to who my favorites are shaping up to be so far- kelly, courtney, and ass.
the elimination today was originally supposed to be sha-mod, but i changed it last second. i have more a little more to do with him, and i needed a joner moment for team yaoi's upcoming development. plus injury elim lol.
more patrick and mal moments. i love their useless failure swag. but i think pretty much everyone got a chance to shine today, and if not ive planted the seeds for them
