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Chef Hatchet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:19 pm
Chef scowled and crossed his arms. Where the hell was Chris? He had shown up early, watching and growling as campers meekily took their seats. There was already a nice fire going, and the sun had set a half-hour ago. Well... there wasn't much use delaying it any longer, host or no. "Aight," he growled, "All of yew are here 'cause a bunch of yew wandered off a'fore everyone finished. How the hell are yew gonna know if yer team won 'r not if yew walk off? Wait for someone else to tell yer?" He sneered, then shook his head. "Hey, 's not mah fault if yew show up 'ere and yer team isn't here 'cause they listened. Anyway." He cleared his throat and picked his clipboard up from the podium. "Here's the results:
The beavers finished mah obstacle course with an average of 4.45 failures per teammate.
The sharks finished it with an average of 4.44 failures per teammate.
The seagulls finished with an average of 4 per teammate, makin' them the winners.
HOWEVER!" He roared, silencing the cheers that had sprung up. "There's a matter of... immunity ter be had. Nao, two of yew were eligible for it." A wicked grin grew on his muzzle, "Nao nao, don't come cryin' to me about whether or not yew should've gotten it. Did ah forget to mention that yew had to complete the course five times with the least amount of failures for it? No? Heh heh, too bad. Go take it up with the intern that fergot to add that bit of information to mah cuecard. NOW!" He pointed to two campers. Ripley an' Ratchet, yew two both made it through mah challenge unscathed 'sept for three times. Give yo'selves pats on the back. Now... Yew, Ripley, are heads and yew are tails, Ratchet. Whichever side lands first gets a choice between immunity which yew'll use up tonight... or mah mystery prize." With that said, the large Audio pulled out a coin and flipped it. (( OOC: Odd is Head, Even is Tails. If you PM me your votes, I will laugh at you and discount you from voting.--EDIT-- Also dudes? You have 24 hours to make your pick, or I'm rerolling. We need to get this movin' dudes~~ ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:18 pm
Ripley sat, eagerly waiting to hear the results from Chef. He had taken a bit of time to clean up a bit, and was hoping for good news.
Though...when Chef read off the results for each team, his heart fell a little. They had to vote someone off, again! Aww...
He knew his team had tried really hard to win...but he knew that course was tough. A small shiver rolled down his spine as the sight of gator teeth flashed in his mind.
Chef's yell had caught Ripley's attention, just as it had everyone else.
Ripley was shocked. He had never guessed that he would have made it through the coursed well enough to win something out of it. He had tied...with Ratchet, another Beaver! That was pretty awesome, she must have had some really good runs, too. He looked for Ratchet to give her a small thumbs up.
Ripley had wondered for a split second if they would both get immunity...but Chef had instead mentioned a 'mystery prize!' He watched as the large audio tossed the coin into the air...
It was heads. Ripley had to choose. Immunity...or a mystery prize. Ripley's mind raced. What did he want? What if the mystery prize was something awesome? What if his team really wanted to vote him off? Well, he hoped the team didn't really want to vote him off...And what if the prize was really something cool?
"Mmmm," Ripley wasn't sure what he wanted....but in the end, the allure of the 'mystery prize' won out. He really wanted to see what it was. The fact that is was a mystery was far too much to bear.
"I will take the mystery prize!" he said with a happy nod, his tail almost wagging with glee. It had to be something awesome, right?
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:30 pm
Chef snickered. "Yew want the mystery prize?" he drawled, seeming to take delight in it. "Okay man, but don't come cryin' to me once yew see it. Yew picked it, yew keep it, heh heh heh."
He whistled, and an intern came running with a... cell phone? What the hell! Chef licked his lips and carefully punched in a few numbers, adding, "'old on man, ah need to call yer sponser, heh heh heh. 's yer sponser's call whether or not yew actually git the prize. Heh."
Poor Ripley. Now he had to wait!
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:37 pm
He had to wait? Aww....his tail drooped just a bit.
And they had to call his sponser?
He really hoped they said 'yes'. He really wanted to see what it was.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:42 pm
 ozzie slumped down in his seat, defeated. he thought he had done pretty well, but even with only 9 failures, he actually helped drag down the beavers' average score to last place rather than helping them. the fact that both campers eligible for immunity were from the beavers was lost on him, all he cared about is that partly due to him, he had to vote off yet another new friend.
"sor...sor..sorry guys!" he sniffled and hiccuped as tears welled in his eyes. he made his way to the booth, cast his vote, then stumbled back to his seat and buried his face into his palms as he sobbed.
(ooc: congrats ripley! can't wait to see what it is!)
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:54 pm
After a couple of minutes of talking to someone quietly on the phone, Chef handed it back to the intern and grinned at the camper. "Well, ah've got some good news," he began, "Your sponsor said yew can have it..." "...That is, yew can have it after camp is over, heh heh heh!" Oh what a cruel, cruel joke Chef-man. "ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS!" He announced, before suddenly break off to stare at the lone camper that just voted. He grumbled something, then continued on. "That means Ratchet has immunity -- Beavers, yew can't vote fer her. Nao all of yew know the drill -- Shark'n'Beavers! Fill out yer votes an' turn'em in! Move! Move! Move!" ----- FILL OUT THIS FORM
PM IT TO CHEF HATCHET
ANY PMS TO CHRIS WILL NOT COUNT. SERIOUSLY. DO NOT PM CHRIS OR I WILL POINT AND -LAUGH-. AGAIN.
Do not talk about your vote here. That's what the Confession Cam is for.
You can RP waiting for the votes and going to cast your vote, but if your character ICly leaves before the votes are turned in, you won't get your marshmallow. You honestly want to hang onto these -- trust me.
Also, vote for someone on your team and ONLY on your team. If you've forgotten what team you're on... Geeze, we just had the fifth challenge. If you're seriously stumped, go back and look at all the previous challenges and see who didn't participate at all. If you're too lazy to go looking for them, go look at the README thread, there's links to all the previous challenges there.
One SHARK and one BEAVER will be voted off.
Also, if you fill this vote out wrong? I'm not counting it. No backsies or redos. Once you vote, it's final.
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[b]Your Camper's Name:[/b]
[b]Your Team:[/b]
[b]Camper Being Voted Off:[/b]
And the mystery prize is... still a mystery. :3 Heh heh heh. ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:59 pm
 Chris was late. And this was beyond 'fashionably' late. The host was just plain late. No call, no mention of being late, no -nothing-. Just a noticable absence of a sadistic rat b*****d.
It wasn't until the campers started voting that the host made his 'grand' entrance....by stumbling from god knows where and slumping over his podium.
"heeeeey duuuuuudes...."
That grin on his face wasn't the usual smirky your a** is grass look the host wore. It was a dazed, confused, and rather stupid looking grin. And honestly it seemed to be all he could do to keep himself up. He was still in his military outfit, though....well god it looked messed up. And...were those -darts- sticking out of his shoulder? WTF happened here?!
"Go like...voteandschtuff gaiz."
He snickered, turning to take a step towards Chef-man...and falling flat on his face.
...And even down there he was snickering dazedly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:05 am
Chef was startled by Chris' appearance, going far enough to scratch the back of his head in utter confusion at the host. "Wh... What he hell man, what happened to y-"
And then the host fell flat on his face.
He took a cautious step towards him and lifted him up, staring before growling at the darts. These were plucked out, sniffed, then sowed away safely in his pocket. Yeeeeah, that look he was giving towards the campers? Not exactly friendly, dudes.
"Chris-man! Yew still there? Yew still awake?" Hopefully he was.
Then again, Chef also hoped he wasn't.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:09 am
Oh Chris was awake. Barely. They might have been half doses but several at once had thrown him for quite a loop. He had managed to wake up...but spent most of his energy getting out of his bathroom. Now? Now he was getting raaaaather sleepy again.
But no bed here. And no Fluffy. And no comfy blankets and...ugh the ground was hard. But Chef-man fixed that YAAAAAY. Chef-man was a good Audio. A gooooood one. Yessss...
"Up."
It was a simple word, accompanied by a simple gesture of raised paws. He was bloody god damn tired and there was no bed to sleep on. So clearly the next best thing was Chef. Right?
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:20 am
Man. There were times when having a best friend that's a trained assassin had its ups and downs:
1) Immunity! To make sure the assassin doesn't accidentally poison themselves with their own tools of the trade, they build up an immunity to it.
2) Immunity! The stuff just doesn't work like it should.
Chef pinned his ears back and nearly whined. Up? Here? NOW! With a sigh and a grumble, he picked Chris up and held him. He shot a glare that spoke volumes to the campers: IF YOU MENTION THIS AH WILL KILL YEW.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:24 am
Mmm...Chef-dude was waaaaarm. And snuggley.
...Okay no he wasn't, but loopy-Chris was content in thinking he was.
Giving a little yawn the host snuggled against Chef (poor....poor Chef-man), and....well s**t his body went limp as he passed back out again. Lovely.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:33 am
Ripley's ears perked when Chef said that he was alowed to have the mystery prize! He couldn't wait.
Only, then Chef told him he did have to wait. Until camp was over!
"Wah?" escaped Ripley's lips before he could stop it. His tail was lower than before, and his ears drooped. He wanted to see it noooww..... That was just mean, telling him he could have a prize...and then not letting him know what he won. He sighed as he went to cast his vote. He really wanted to know what his prize was. This was going to be like waiting for Christmas, or his birthday...and he didn't even have a pretty box to shake this time.
He wasn't going to have nightmares about gators tonight...he was going to be up all night wondering what he won.
After casting his vote, the sobbing Ozzie drew his attention. Poor guy. Ripley almost forgot all disappointment he had about not getting his (it had to be awesome) prize and chose a seat near the teal camper.
"Ozzie, don't feel bad. You ran that course. And those gators were scary." Ripley knew they were his least favorite. "I think you should be very proud that you finished the course." Ripley didn't really know what to say. He was trying to think of more encouraging words when...
Something else caught the Audio's attention. Was that their host stumbling in? What on earth was going on? What was wrong with Chris?
Ripley watched the exchange between the two hosts with an open mouth. He was very, very confused now. That was all there was too it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:33 am
Oh great. Just effin' great. Chef sighed and shifted his stance, trying to make Chris less of a dead weight than he already was in his arms.
...He didn't manage.
Thus, Chef settled for scowling at the campers, making notes on those that snickered, grinned, or otherwise plotted mischief.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 1:03 am
ozzie looked up when he heard ripley beside him. "th....th....thanks ripley," he stammered, wiping his tear-streaked cheeks with the arms of his jacket. "co-congrats" *hic* "on win-winning your prize." *sniff*
just then, ozzie noticed through his bleary vision chef...wait, was he....holding chris? it was too weird a thought to look at them much longer, and instead chose to put his feet up on his seat, fold his arms against his knees and put his head back down while he waited for the results. he hopes that the beaver he voted for would forgive him if he or she ever found out.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 1:24 am
"Thanks," Ripley said in reply to the congrats. "I have to wait until camp is over to find out what I won, though," he sighed.
"But don't worry, we Beaver's will win the next round, I know it!" Ozzie seemed to be feeling a tiny bit better, he didn't appear to be sobbing anymore...that was good.
Ripley cast a glance back towards the podium, where Chris seemed to be sleeping in Chef's arms. Chef didn't look overly pleased, so Ripley didn't want to stare. If he made Chef mad, the large audio might decide not to give him the prize.
With a sigh, Ripley sat back to think about his (it totally had to be awesome) mystery prize while they waited for the voting results.
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