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Survivor
PART FOUR
SURVIVOR
Author: MeB (with Mark W's consent to continue)
Email: lenoxfiles@hotmail.com
Spoiler: No major spoiling.
Summary: The Rikamuru Tribe-Buffy, Willow, Angel, Riley, Winifred, Wesley,
and Anya...The Skrandurak Tribe-Spike, Cordelia, Giles, Xander, Tara, and
Jonathan...Who will be the Ultimate Survivor.
Disclaimer: All characters of Buffy tVS are the property of
Joss. Survivor still belongs to Mark W. I am just borrowing it for a
spell.
Rating - PG-13
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SURVIVOR
One has been voted off...
Druscilla.
Who will be voted off next?
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Pre-Tribal Council
Buffy-"I can't believe we lost this challenge."
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Angel-"Well, this was a tough challenge. It was physical. Pushing a
boulder along a path and to the beach isn't exactly easy. I'm just glad we
chose Fred to sit that one out because we had one more member than the other
tribe did...I wouldn't have wanted to see that boulder crush her. She's
really small."
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Willow-"I wonder what Tara is doing on the other side of the island...D-do
you think she's thinking about me?"
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Riley-"I'm really not too concerned about tonight's vote. I know who's
getting the boot. I don't like voting for her in this way, but she really
has no use on this island. We've all got to keep an eye on her, but she has
to go. Fred just has to go. There's no other option. She is our weakest
member."
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Buffy-"God, we-we really lost this, didn't we? But, my God, they have
Cordelia Chase! We should of won! I-I can't be on a team that loses to
another team who-who-who has Cordelia as a member!"
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Wesley-surpressing a yawn. He blinks. "I'm terribly sorry. Is this some
type of interview we're doing here?"
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Anya-"This is for a million dollars, right? That's...that's really a lot of
money, and I am an American now...so...can't I just vote everyone off now?"
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The Tribal Council
Jeff Probst watched the tribe as they entered into the Tribal Council and
they took their places. They all had solemn expressions, and that was as it
should be. He could tell that they had not expected to be here on this
night.
"Well, here we are, Day 6. This is your first Tribal Council, and before we
really get into the voting, I'd like to ask you how your first 6 days has
been on this island. Anyone care to comment?"
Anya raised her hand.
Probst nodded at her. "Anya..."
She sighed. "This island isn't really sanitary." She looked at the others.
"Well, it isn't. There's dirt everywhere."
"It's an island, Squeaky-Clean," Willow told her. "It's covered in dirt."
"Willow, how are you adjusting to life on the island?" Probst asked her.
"Uh-me?"
He nodded.
"Well...i-it is hard, but...but as long as I'm with my friends a-and people
I trust, I'm okay." She smiled. "We work together, and we put up a really
nice shelter. M-my lean to faces the ocean so I wake up to a really
spectacular view."
"Do you think you'll get the vote tonight?"
She quickly shook her head. "Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because...I may not be able to cast any spells on the island, but you can
bet your shiny hiney I will once we're off the island. So if you all know
what's good for you..." she trailed off and smiled.
Everyone looked at her.
Willow giggled. "I'm only kidding, guys."
"Well...let me ask you this..." Probst paused for affect. "Is there any
type of strategy for tonights vote?"
Angel nodded. "Yes. There is."
"And what's that?"
"We're taking down the one person who could be a threat later on in the
game?"
"We?"
Angel nodded.
"Would you care to elaborate on that?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Angel smiled. "That's part of the game."
"Okay. You all seem to have a handle on this game. You have your shot now
at changing this game with the person you vote off." He pointed to
Winifred. "Fred...you have first vote."
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The votes...
Fred-"Riley, you're a good looking guy, but I have a significant other.
Because you're so cute, I feel bad for voting against you."
Wesley-"No hard feelings, Riley."
Anya-"Bye, Riley. Please don't hate me. At least you get to go home where
it's clean and the water is fresh. And you can go out and earn your money,
too."
Riley-"Fred, you are the weakest member here. Your time is up. I'm sorry.
I would have liked a chance to get to know you better."
Angel...writes one word on the card and holds it up. RILEY. He folds it,
tucks it into the container, and doesn't say a word.
Willow-"Anya, why don't you go back to the Magic Shop and make a lot of
money. You complain to much. Blah blah blah...That's all we hear. We hear
Blah blah blah when we get ready for bed, and we hear Blah blah blah when we
wake up. Blah blah blah."
Buffy-"Sorry, Riley. You have to go..." She thought of Angel and smiled.
"...so I can have some fun."
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Back at the Council...
Probst stood at his podium with the container. "I shall tally the votes."
He pulled one out. "Riley..." Then another. "Riley..." And a third.
"Riley..." And one more. "The fourth vote is for Riley. Riley, I'm afraid
there isn't any reason to pull out any more because they won't help you even
if they aren't votes for you. The majority rules. The second member to be
cast from the island...Riley Finn."
Riley carried up his torch and Probst extinguished the flame.
"The tribe has spoken. You must leave the Council area immediately."
Riley walked away, defeated. The others watched him go.
"Head back to camp," Probst told the others. "Tomorrow's a new day."
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Two down...
Dru
Riley
The remaining...
Rikamuru Tribe
Buffy
Willow
Angel
Winifred
Wesley
Anya
Skrandurak Tribe
Spike
Cordelia
Giles
Xander
Tara
Jonathan
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Sarah Michele Gellar-Buffy "Anne" Summers
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Nicholas Bendan-Xander Harris
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Alyson Hannigan-Willow Rosenberg
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PART FIVE
SURVIVOR
Two has been voted off...
Druscilla.
Riley.
Who will be voted off next?
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Pre-Tribal Council
Giles-"This game is a bit more difficult than I had originally thought, b-but I must tell you that there are benefits to enjoy here. For me, it really isn't about money. I-I don't really care for money. This is like a vacation for me, really. A beach. The sun. There's no research involved here. No books to study through for...for whatever research there is that needs...you know, researching."
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Cordelia-"Ohmigod! There's a spider thingie on my foot. Get it off!! Aaaagh!"
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Jonathan-"I think I've got a pretty good alliance with Spike. But I don't know how that happened." Pauses. "Well...at least he's protecting me from Cordelia. She's been giving me a lot of dirty looks lately. And she keep calling me Jim."
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Xander-"We had to swim out to these rafts way out in the water, and the rafts were tied in place. There was two of them. One raft for our team, and one raft for theirs." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I told her not to do it. I told her that it wasn't the right rope, but she gave it a tug anyway. Raft came apart, we each grabbed a few bamboo poles to keep afloat and...we swam back to the beach."
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Tara-"God, I'm...I'm really sorry." Pauses. "D-did Willow mention me? A-at all?" Smiles. "T-tell her I said 'hi'."
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Spike-"This game is full of surprises. I want to choose this bugger to get his arse booted, then I'm changing my mind to give the ole boot to this gal, and...then I'm changing my bloody mind again! It's like back in the old days when I used to walk the streets at night with a grand ole buffet on one side and a ripe fruit stand on the other. Damn! The decisions." Shrugs. "Ah. Well...it's time to give her the boot."
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The Tribal Council
Jeff Probst watched the tribe as they entered into the Tribal Council and they took usual their places. They once again all wore solemn expressions, and that was as it should be. From the expressions he saw on their faces, he could tell that they had expected to be there with him on this night.
"Well, here we are, Day 9. This is your second Tribal Council. I know you've all had a rough challenge and it didn't go as you expected." He pointed to Giles. "How do you feel about what happened, Rupert?"
Giles took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I-I feel as if we should keep Tara away from rafts, or-or any type of floating device for that matter." He paused. "At least we could all swim."
"That's a plus," Xander commented.
Probst looked at Xander. "How do you mean?"
Xander blinked at him. "What? Huh? Who me?" He shook his head. "I don't have anything to say about this. No name mentioning pass these lips."
Spike rolled his eyes. "What are you afraid of? You think Red will come over here and tan your bloody hide? Is that why you won't come out and say Tara blew the challenge?"
Probst turned to regard Tara. "Is that how you see it? Were you responsible for losing the challenge, and if so, do you expect to be voted off the island?"
"Oh, well, that's a bloody brilliant work of deductive reasoning on your part," Spike replied sarcastically.
Tara glanced shyly at Probst and nodded. "I-it's my fault. I-I broke the raft and w-we had to swim back." She paused. "I-I won't be mad at anyone for voting me off."
"I'd still vote for you even if you were mad," Cordelia told her bluntly.
Tara gave her a look.
"Okay," Probst replied as he looked as Xander...you have first vote."
Xander got up. He looked at the group, looked at Probst, and then he resigned himself to the fates that be.
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The votes...
Xander-"My vote is for Cordelia, 'cause she was my only other choice besides Tara who I can't vote for." Pauses. "Willow! I did not vote for Tara."
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Giles-"Sweet girl, Tara. But you don't know a thing about roughing the outdoors."
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Tara-"Spike...you came after my girl a few t-times, so...I don't like you."
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Spike-"Tara, you bloody made us take a swim. Now you can take one back to the main land."
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Cordelia-"Tara, whenever I'm trying to catch the wonderful rays of the sun, you're always standing in my light. This vote is to help you stand somewhere else."
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Jonathan-"Tara...sorry. They told me to."
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Back at the Council...
Probst stood at his podium with the container. "I shall tally the votes." He pulled one out. "Tara..."
Tara looked up at him.
Then another. "Tara..."
Tara looked at Giles. Giles didn't return the look.
And a third. "Tara..."
Tara looked at Xander. He was shaking his head and mouthing the words, "It wasn't me! Please tell Willow that it wasn't me!"
And one more. "The fourth vote is for Tara. There's no reason to look at any further votes. The third member to be cast from the island...Tara."
Tara smiled sadly at the group, waved and brought up her torch.
"The tribe has spoken. You must leave the Council area immediately."
Tara walked away, defeated. The others watched her go, and most of them felt bad about the vote.
"Okay. Head on back to camp," Probst told the others. "Tomorrow's a new day."
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Three down...
Dru
Riley
Tara
The remaining...
Rikamuru Tribe
Buffy
Willow
Angel
Winifred
Wesley
Anya
Skrandurak Tribe
Spike
Cordelia
Giles
Xander
Jonathan
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PART SIX
SURVIVOR
Three have been voted off...
Druscilla.
Riley.
Tara.
Who will be the next survivor voted off at the next Tribal Council?
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Skrandurak Tribe
7:38 am
Day 10
"I haven't got the slightest idea what you're bitching about," Spike told Giles as the two men made the morning walk up to the Tribe's mailbox. "You were the one who pushed us all to vote for Tara in the first place."
Giles glared at him through his glasses. "Y-you wanted to vote her off long before I did, so don't play me for a fool. And besides...why are you joining me for mail call anyway? Do you really think you could form some kind of alliance with me?"
Spike snorted. "Alliance? With you? That's a bloody laugh."
They made it to the mail box in one piece and Giles pulled out the roll of parchment. He read it to himself. Then he read it again. After a third time of reading it, he finally said, "Oh my..."
"Fess up, Watcher. What's on the bloody note?"
Giles read it out loud.
"'Conditions are harsh, and nerves are easily bruised.
Now there is a way to become somewhat amused.
Pick two of your tribe that in one thing disagree
Send them off packing, in hopes that peace they will see.
Give them this package for them to decide
How they shall use it to end their foolish pride."
Giles looked at Spike.
Spike looked into the mailbox and he found a very small package. "Well, bugger this. What's this about?"
Giles sighed. "It would appear that two of us are going to be chosen to take a walk and air out whatever differences there are between them." He looked at Spike. "Perhaps you and I should go. There is so much I would love to tell you."
Spike snorted. "I'll bet there is."
They headed back to the tribe and told the others the news. Cordelia, Xander, and Jonathan had mixed feelings about the whole thing.
"I've got absolutely nothing against any of you," Xander declared ferverently. "You see, I'd vote against all of you the same, so...I'm not a good candidate for this trek in the wild with one of you insane psychopaths."
Jonathan sighed. "I'm just the middle man."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "You're not the middle man, Jack. There is no middle!"
"My name is Jonathan."
"Whatever!"
"Well...I for one am out of this," Spike said as a matter of fact.
Giles regarded him. "Y-you're not excluded from this, Spike. In fact, if anyone should go, it should be you."
Spike shook his head. "That's not what the note says. It says two people have to go out and clear the air. Two people who have one thing in which they disagree." He tossed up his hands. "Well, I for one can easily find hundreds of things that I don't like about the whole bloody lot of you." He pointed at Xander. "For one, he talks in his sleep. Last night, he was moaning about Tara."
Xander stared at him. "I-I was not dreaming about Tara!"
"He drools, too. Ruined a perfectly good shirt of mine, and I'm still bloody wondering how the drool got there in the first place!"
"Hey, I did not do--"
Spike turned on Jonathan. "And you're nothing but a free rider. You do the work, sure, but you're hanging on everybody's coattails to get there."
"Leave Jimmy alone!" Cordelia said defensively.
"Uh...That's Jonathan," Jonathan corrected.
Spike looked at Cordelia and he pointed at her. "And you smell really bad."
Cordelia turned white. "Omigod! What?!" She sniffed at her hands. Then she raised an arm and sniffed. "OMIGOD! OMIGOD! Why didn't anybody tell me!??! I hate this place!"
"Plus you talk to much. You complain even more, and you can't even get this poor chaps name right! What kind of a bloody twit can't get one name right."
Giles sighed. "Enough, Spike. I see your point." He paused as all eyes turned to him. "V-very well, then. The answer is quite simple, really. There are two of us who will get this package and leave for their journey." He looked at each one of them. "Cordelia...and Jonathan."
"What?!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"Huh?!" Jonathan exploded. "No. Wait. Spike and I should go. At least it would be a quick death."
Cordelia shot him a look. "That was uncalled for, Jameson!"
Jonathan rolled his eyes.
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Rikamura Tribe
"You have to go," Willow said sadly. "The stones that Anya rolled never lie." She rolled her eyes indicating what she thought of Anya and her stones.
"But...but this is crazy!!" Buffy exclaimed. "I-I don't have anything against Fred!"
Angel took Buffy aside. "Yes, you do."
She looked at him, puzzled. "I do? Well...I'm sorry that I do, even though I don't know what it is yet." She sighed and gave Angel her pouty look. "But why did we have to agree with Anya's stones?"
Angel hid a chuckle. "Ah...all it was that we did was put in six stones in a bag and two of them were colored stones. Let Anya think the stones had spoken if she wants to." He paused. "But you do have to go with Fred, and you will find that you do have differences."
"What differences?" Buffy wanted to know.
"She doesn't like you because she has noticed that...we've been having a lot of fun together on this island."
"Well la-de-da for Fred!" Buffy exclaimed. "I am having fun on this island with you. Can't a girl slayer be entitled to a little fun?"
Angel smiled. "Look. Just go, do whatever that package says...and come back. That simple."
Buffy sighed.
She finally met with Fred, and the two left for their trek.
Willow watched them go as Anya approached her.
Anya smiled. "See? My stones really worked. Those two will become the best of friends for sure now, thanks to me and my rocks."
Willow gave her a sarcastic smile. "Aw, gee. That's really nice, Anya."
She heard Anya go back to the camp fire where she opened her bag of stones and exclaimed, "Hey!! The stones! Th-they're all the same color!"
Willow grinned from ear to ear and decided to go for a walk on the beach.
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The Bluff
A place in between both camps.
Jeff Probst waited as from one side, Buffy and Fred approached, and from the other side, there came Jonathan and Cordelia.
"I don't see how it can be so hard for you to remember one name," Jonathan said as he took a deep breath. "It's Jon-a-than. That's three syllables. Like Cor-del-ia. Also three."
"Right," Cordelia said tiredly. "Whatever."
"I don't like the way you look at Angel," Fred was saying to Buffy. "And i can't stand it that you're all he talks about. You two are a thing of the past. Get over it and move on."
Buffy shook her head. "You know, I am really wishing you were a vampire right now because I could really use some slaying time right about now."
"You wanna piece of me?" Fred declared.
"Greetings!" Probst called to them.
They stopped and looked at him. They all approached him as he waited. They saw a table with some snacks and drinks and every dispute they had was immediately forgotten.
"Omigod! Chicken wings!" Buffy exclaimed.
Jonathan began to drool. "Nacho's and cheese!"
"Pepsi!!" Fred joined in.
Cordelia raised her arms in supplication. "Crystal Light! Thank you, Jesus!"
Then they waited for Probst to tell them what they had to do to get it.
He smiled. "You don't have to do anything. You will stay up here on this bluff and you will stuff yourselves full while you enjoy the company you are with."
Buffy looked at Fred. "That's it?"
He nodded. "The four of you, yes."
Fred smiled. "I don't really mind if you look at Angel."
Buffy hugged her.
Cordelia looked at Jonathan. "Look...I don't have to know your name to eat with you, do I?"
Jonathan was looking at the food and the cold drinks. "Carolyn...you can call me anything you want to."
"Great!" Then she looked at him. "Wait a minute...Who did you call me?"
Probst grinned at them. "The four of you enjoy. I'll be back an hour before sunset so that I will let you have a head start back to your new camps before it gets dark. Until then...enjoy."
He left them then.
As they were eating, it dawned on them what he had just said.
"Nwcmps?" Buffy inquired with a mouthful of food.
They looked at each other.
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Skrandurak Tribe
Later that evening...
Spike, Giles, and Xander were sitting at the campfire when to their surprise, Buffy and Fred showed up.
"Hi," Buffy said cheerfully. "We're your new tribe members."
Xander looked at them. "Wait a minute. What just happened?"
Spike looked up at Buffy and he grinned.
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Rikamura Tribe
Later that evening...
Angel, Willow, and Anya were sitting around the fire while a few feet away, Wesley snored to his hearts content. Those who were awake were surprised as Jonathan and Cordelia approached.
"What's going on?" Angel asked. "Where's Buffy?"
"And Fred?" Anya put in.
Cordelia put her hands on her hips. "Well...they were traded in for us. Now...we're here to help your tribe win."
Willow looked at her with daggers. "We were winning."
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Skrandurak Tribe
Pre-Tribal Council Interviews
Spike-"The little tramp hasn't said two words to me since she's stepped foot in our camp. Well, unless you count the two words you can't say on local tv, but..." He shook his head. "She's got her head in the clouds about Angel...but now she's with us and he's over there." He laughed.
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Fred-"Angel likes Buffy. Spike likes Buffy. Why can't they like me?"
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Giles-"I'm very good with balance, as-as you could see with the stilts challenge. I-I managed to stay up longer than the rest of my tribe..." He shook his head. "But for the life of me...I-I just can't see any practical use for Fred being here. She has not made any contributions at all."
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Buffy-"Fred has got to go. She gets on my nerves...And she thinks she can take me on? I know a lot of dark alleys I could take her to."
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Xander-"I really really do wish that they would stop talking about the food. Do they have any idea how hungry I am? I'm starting to see chicken legs when I look at Buffy and Fred. I-I really need help. I'm thinking of eating them."
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Tribal Council
"Well, here we are. Day 12." Probst smiled at the five survivors of Skrandurak Tribe. "Would any one care to tell me how they're feeling right now?"
"Hungry," Xander told him. "Very very hungry."
"Anything else?"
Giles glared at him. "Can we just get on with this please?"
Probst nodded. "Sure we can. I just wanted to discuss how you all felt about being here at Tribal Council once again, and with two new members in your tribe."
"Oh, it feels bloody marvelous," Spike replied. "Can't you just tell?"
Buffy shrugged. "I like my new tribe. Xander has been acting strange lately, but...I like the change. We do have to roll with the changes, don't we?"
Xander looked at Buffy and saw roasted chicken. "You do look...very good, Buffy...You smell good, too."
The chicken smiled back and clucked.
Probst looked at Fred. "How do you feel about the change?"
Fred shrugged. "I'm okay with it. I just don't know anybody and I think I'm a goner tonight."
"One nibble before you go?" Xander inquired in a daze.
Probst paused. "All right. Fred, you go first."
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The Votes...
Fred-"Buffy. You really just piss me off."
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Buffy-"Fred...when this is over, I'm gonna pay you a serious visit."
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Giles-"Fred...Go home. Just...go home."
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Spike-"Fred, you're just too small to be out here. One of us could roll over in our sleep and crush you like a bug. Sorry, ole girl. It's really for your own safety."
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Xander-"Fred...if you don't go...I'm just gonna eat you."
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They returned to their seats and Probst read the votes.
"Winifred, bring up your torch and leave the Council area immediately."
Fred left without looking back.
Xander watched the chicken leave and he saw a spoon above her head dripping with barbeque sauce.
Probst nodded to the four remaining members of the tribe. "Head back to camp. Tomorrow is a new day."
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Four down...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
The remaining...
Rikamuru Tribe
Cordelia
Jonathan
Willow
Angel
Wesley
Anya
Skrandurak Tribe
Spike
Giles
Xander
Buffy
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PART SEVEN
Three have been voted off...
Druscilla.
Riley.
Tara.
Winifred.
Who will be the next survivor voted off at the next Tribal Council?
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Tribal Council
"Well, here we are. Day 15." Probst smiled at the five survivors of Rikamura Tribe. "Your tribe is here to vote off another member of your team, but you still have a greater number in your tribe than your opponents."
Wesley looked at him. "You noticed that, too."
"Well, with two new members on your team-Cordelia and Jonathan-I'm wondering how you feel about your new tribesmen?"
"They've been a plus for us," Angel replied casually.
Anya frowned. "Except Cordelia took my stones and tossed them out to sea."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "I was skipping stones across the water. I didn't know you were collecting them! God! Who collects rocks anyway except maybe people who have rocks in their heads!"
"Does anyone else want to say something about the new members?" Probst asked.
"Yeah." Willow shot a flare at Jonathan. "You're lucky I can't use my magic here, buck-o, 'cause I'd turn you into something not nice just for voting Tara off...you jerk!"
Jonathan winced. "Well...they told me to vote for her."
"If they told you to jump off a bridge, would you do that, too?"
"Well, yes."
Willow looked at him. "You would?"
"Now, James, why on earth would you jump off a bridge just because they told you to?" Cordelia wanted to know.
Jonathan looked at her. "Well...Corrine, I would do it because there are more of them than there are of me, plus they're bigger and meaner...and if I didn't jump, they'd only throw me off anyway."
Cordelia glared at him. "Corrine? Did you just call me Corrine? Do I even look like a 'Corrine' to you?"
"No, you look like a 'Bitch'," Willow muttered under her breath. "But that really isn't a name parents would give their daughter. Is it?"
"What did you say?"
"Look, let's all calm down here," Angel said. "It's been a long three weeks here. We're tired. We're irritable. And we have to put up with each other until this is over."
Anya scowled at him. "Oh! So now you're only putting up with us? You've gone whacko since Buffy went to the other tribe. You don't spend any time with us at all!"
"This isn't about Buffy."
"Buffy! Buffy! Buffy!" Cordelia shouted. "God, let's win the next challenge so that she can get voted off! Everywhere I go, Buffy! Buffy! Buffy! It's like a bad song that just keeps playing over and over and over in my head."
"Blah blah blah," Willow said to Cordelia, rolling her eyes. "Your mouth opens a lot, but all that comes out is...blah blah blah."
Cordelia glared.
Probst called for their attention. "Everyone is definitely feeling a lot of stress. Do you all know how you're going to vote?"
"Yes!" They all said in unison.
"Cordelia, you go up first."
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The Votes...
Cordelia-Holds up a card. Willow's name has been crossed off. Jonathan's name is written underneath. -"Sorry, Jonathan. Angel explained some strategic move by having you voted off. Uhm, he also said that I really had to get your name right otherwise the vote wouldn't count. Your name is Jonathan, right? I'm sorry about this. I'd really rather vote out you know who."
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Angel-"Jonathan. Willow's really mad at you for voting off Tara. It's in your best interest that you leave tonight."
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Wesley, yawning-"Jonathan...sorry..."
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Anya-"I would have made my choice tonight by my stones, but somebody took them...Sorry, Jonathan. I have to vote for the tribe."
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Willow-"Jonathan...when I get to Sunnydale, I have one word for you. Run."
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Jonathan-"Cordelia...You can't get my name right. I know you have dark hair, but...you really do act like a blonde. Anya's smarter than you."
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They returned to their seats and Probst read the votes. He showed the first card. It had Willow's name crossed out and then Jonathan's name. "Jonathan gets the first vote."
Willow glared at Cordelia who was avoiding eye contact.
Probst pulled out the fourth vote. "There's no reason to go any further. The fifth survivor voted off the island...Jonathan." He looked at him. "It's time to go."
Jonathan brought his torch up and Probst put the fire out.
"You must leave the Council area immediately."
Jonathan looked back at the others.
Willow mouthed the word, "Run."
So Jonathan turned, and he ran.
Probst turned to the tribe. "It's time for you to head back. Tomorrow, things are going to get real interesting."
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Five down...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
The remaining...
Rikamuru Tribe
Cordelia
Willow
Angel
Wesley
Anya
Skrandurak Tribe
Spike
Giles
Xander
Buffy
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"Welcome tribe members to the new challenge," Probst replied as he looked at each tribe member. The Rikamura Tribe stood off on one side, and the Skrandurak Tribe stood on the other. They were all beside a stream where a narrow bridge with no railings was made above the stream. "Before I tell you what this challenge is, I need a Rikamura tribe member to sit out."
"But...we don't know what the challenge is yet," Cordelia argued. "We could be making the tribe member sit out of this one who can actually win it for us."
"That's part of the challenge," Probst responded. "You could be taking a chance. But that's the way it goes."
Angel looked over at the other tribe. "Buffy, pick a number 1 through 5. Then tell Jeff."
Buffy thought up a number and whispered it to Jeff.
Probst looked at Angel. "I got the number."
Angel mixed the line-up. They had been standing in the order of Angel, Willow, Anya, Wesley, and Cordelia. Now they were standing Anya, Cordelia, Angel, Wesley, and Willow. "Anya, you are number 1 and, Willow, you end at 5." Angel nodded at Probst. "Whatever the number is, that's who sits out."
Probst nodded in agreement. "The number is 2."
Cordelia let out a sigh. "That would be me."
She went off to the side. Probst reached down into the stream and her pulled out to wooden staffs. He handed one to Buffy. Then he handed one to Wesley. "Everyone will get a chance to knock off their opponent from the bridge. This challenge is the Little John challenge and the tribe member who remains wins immunity for their tribe." He smiled. "Buffy, you and Wesley go up first. Whoever gets knocked into the water sits out. Then the one remaining will let one of their team members on for the next fight. Are you ready?"
Buffy smiled. "Hell, yeah." She walked onto the bridge.
Wesley joined her. "This will be like training you at--"
Buffy swung her staff and knocked his legs out from under him. Wesley fell into the stream.
Buffy walked off the bridge with a smile and handed the staff to Giles. Angel retrieved the staff from a soaking wet Wesley. He met Giles on the bridge and he knocked him off just as easily as Buffy had knocked off Wesley.
Angel smiled at Buffy.
"Oooh, down go the watchers," Buffy commented.
Xander took the staff from Giles and he met Willow on the bridge. He sighed. "Willow...I don't want to hurt you."
Willow smiled sweetly. "Good." Then she hit him between the legs with her staff and then hit him in the side.
Xander fell with a splash.
Willow handed her staff to Anya. "Top that, stony chick."
Anya gave her a look. She went onto the bridge and held her staff as if she didn't know what to do with it. Then she looked up and saw Spike approaching.
"This is gonna be fun," Spike said with a grin.
"Uh...you wouldn't hit a lady, would you?"
"You're also a demon."
"Ex-demon. I'm just a capitalist lady now. So...so play nice."
Spike chuckled. Then he swung the staff at her and she blocked it with hers. The staffs resounded with a loud thwack. Spike tried again and again she blocked him. She twirled her staff and it connected to Spike's fingers. He let go of his staff and howled. That's when she connected the staff to his face and sent him off the bridge.
Anya looked down at him. "Sorry."
She went to join Angel and Willow. The three of them looked at Buffy, who was the only tribe member left standing.
"Yikes," she said. Then she went onto the bridge and faced Angel.
They parried and thrust, and their staffs connected many times, but they both held their ground. Finally, Buffy connected a solid blow to his back and then she swiped his feet out from under him. Angel feel off the bridge.
He got up and he gave the staff to Willow.
Willow went onto the bridge and looked at Buffy. Buffy was ready, but she saw that Willow wasn't doing anything to defend herself.
"C'mon, Will," Buffy said with a playful grin. "Defend yourself."
Willow rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right? Like I can fight you. You might as well just push me over."
"At least try. Don't make this easy on me."
"It is easy on you. You're the Slayer. And I'm...I'm Willow."
Buffy grinned. "Yeah...you're my sidekick."
Willow glared at her. "Huh? I-I am not."
Buffy was baiting her. "Sure you are. My friendly little sidekick. Always in the background. Research girl, slapstick comedian...You know. Sidekick Willow, like Robin."
"W-well...so's your face!!" Willow suddenly swung and Buffy was totally unprepared for it.
First off, Buffy didn't actually think Willow was going to swing. Secondly, she thought she was going to beat Willow without a problem. She was wrong. Willow connected her staff to Buffy's side, and then she swung the staff so that to connected next to Buffy's hands. Buffy let go of her staff and Willow flung it out into the stream. Then she hit Buffy in the other side and made her lose her balance. As Buffy began to wave her arms to try to regain her balance, Willow placed her foot on her butt and pushed.
Buffy fell into the stream.
Willow glared down at her. "How's that for a-a sidekick! You!!"
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Tribal Council
Probst looked at Buffy, Giles, Spike, and Xander.
"Welcome back. It's time to make your vote," he told them. "Since you don't look like you want to talk, let's begin the vote."
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Votes-
Giles-"Buffy...you really let me down."
***
Spike, laughing-"Buffy...you should have seen your face when Willow kicked your silly ass. Now there's a kodak moment if I ever bloody saw one."
***
Xander-"Buffy...I guess there's a new Slayer in town, and her name is Willow." He laughed.
***
Buffy-"Xander...I'm sorry, but Willow shouldn't have beaten you..." She sighed. "Well, I guess she shouldn't have beaten me either."
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Probst pulled out the first three votes. "Buffy...you are the sixth survivor voted off the island. It's time to go."
Buffy pouted, brought up her torch and watched Probst extinguish it. She turned to look at her tribe members. "I-I'm sorry."
Giles, Spike, and Xander couldn't help it.
They laughed.
Buffy left and Probst said, "It's just the three of you now. Go on. Head on back to camp."
They laughed all the way back to camp.
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Six down...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
The remaining...
Rikamuru Tribe
Cordelia
Willow
Angel
Wesley
Anya
Skrandurak Tribe
Spike
Giles
Xander
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PART EIGHT
Six have been voted off...
Druscilla.
Riley.
Tara.
Winifred.
Jonathan.
Buffy.
Who will be the next survivor voted off at the next Tribal Council?
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Tribal Council
"We lost because I got everyone of those questions wrong, Jeff. I-I know
you explained the whole tribal ancestry, and I know that everything you said
in that tale was in the questions written in the maze." Wesley let out a
weary sigh and he shrugged. "What can I say? I-I don't know what went
wrong."
Jeff looked at him. "You take the first vote."
***
Wesley-"Willow...I have to vote for you, well...I just would have been
grateful if you would have at least woken me up for that little tribal tale.
I'm really good with detail, but not if I'm asleep."
Cordelia-"Wesley, if you snooze then you don't win anything. You are always
asleep anyway, and it really is disgusting. You snore. You drool...And has
anyone noticed the way Willow's been looking at me lately? What's up with
that?"
Anya-"Wesley...sorry. If I had my rocks, I think they would have picked
someone else, but...I had to do Eany, Meany, Miny Moe...and you were the
tiger I got by the toe. Sorry."
Angel-"Wes. Go home. Take a long nap. And read up on ancient tribal lore,
will you? Not that it will do any good now."
Willow-"Wesley..." Closes her eyes. Tries to calm the shaking. "God,
there's...there's something wrong with me. I-I'm voting you off because you
are s-sleeping next to Cordelia...And if you get voted off, I can take your
spot." Pauses. "I-I think it has to be the heat. Yep. It's the heat,
'cause I'm thinking she's hot...I mean...Ohmigod."
***
Jeff took the votes and read them off one by one. Willow couldn't make
herself look at Cordelia.
"Wesley...you're the seventh survivor to be..." Jeff looked at the tribe
members. "Uhm, Angel? Can you wake Wesley up?"
Angel gave Wesley such a shove that Wesley woke up lying face first into the
dirt. He struggled to his feet, stretched, and yawned. Then he blinked.
"Did I miss something?" he asked.
"Wesley, you have to leave the Tribal Council immediately," Jeff told him.
Wesley sighed. "It's about damn time. You know, I never expected to make
it this far."
He left the area.
That left Jeff looking at the other four remaining members. Angel,
Cordelia, Willow, and Anya.
Jeff smiled. "Okay. This is where things get a little different." He
motioned for the others to join them.
Spike, Giles, and Xander joined them.
Everyone looked at each other. Willow wanted to get up and hug Xander
because if she hugged him she wouldn't be thinking about hugging Cordelia.
What was wrong with her?
Xander looked at Willow and he saw bbq chicken. Gosh, Cordy looked like
that, too. And, okay, it's not very funny that Angel and Spike look like
steaks. That's just not right.
"Rikamura Tribe and Skrandurak," Jeff began, "you are now officially one
tribe." He clapped his hands. A catering service brought out trays of food
and drink. "Tonight, you will dine and you will get to know your new tribe
members. And you will come up with a new name for your tribe. Also, any
member voted off after today will sit and judge the final two members."
"Hey, how about the Scoobies?" Xander suggested.
"For our new name?" Angel inquired.
Xander shook his head. "No, man. I mean those Scooby Moon Pies on the
table. I got dibs on those."
They broke bread, drank, and were merry. Willow planted herself next to
Xander and she refused to look in Cordelia's direction. She and Xander
began to drop food into each others mouths.
Spike was thinking to himself as he ate in silence.
After plenty of food had been consumed, they all sat around the fire and
talked about a new name. They tossed out ideals and they discarded them
like that. Too simple. Too hard. Too dumb. Too unpronounceable. Too as
if, yeah, right, whatever!
Spike remained quiet.
The other members laughed and joked and they just had a great time. Willow
saw next to Xander and she had her arm around his. She had forgotten about
Cordelia. At least she hoped she did.
But it occurred to her that Spike had not mentioned any names for their
tribe. "Spike, do you have any ideas for a name?" she asked.
All eyes turned to Spike.
He hesitated. "Yeah. I got one."
"What is it?" Angel asked.
Spike paused. Then he took a deep breath. "Gilsum-Roshar."
Everyone stared at him.
Cordelia frowned. "Huh?"
Anya shook her head. "How do you say that again? Jillsums-Rossaine?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Gilsum-Roshar! It's really not that hard, you
know. You say their names every bloody day, you should be able to say them
together."
Angel looked at him. "We say their names every day?"
"Yes. Well...not their last names...But if you ask me, it's because of them
that we got to where we are today." He looked at Angel. "They made us what
we are, Angel. They came into out lives and they changed us."
Angel paused. "Gilsum-Roshar." His eyes widened in understanding. "Giles,
Summers, Rosenberg, and Harris! Gilsum-Roshar!" He smiled. "I'm
impressed!"
"S-so am I," Giles stammered, looking at Spike closely. "You want to name
the tribe after us?" He indicated himself, Willow, and Xander. "A-and
Buffy?"
Spike shrugged. "You were the ones who started the whole thing. It's only
right."
Anya nodded. "I-I like it. It's nice...even if I can't really say it."
Angel smiled. "Sounds good to me."
They all put their hands together. "Gilsum-Roshar Tribe!"
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The next day, they had a reward challenge. They had to swim out and carry a
rock back to shore. Angel won the reward challenge. His reward was that he
was taken to a cruise ship where Jeff showed him to his room. Angel
showered, he changed into a tux and he went to the dining lounge on the main
deck to order a meal.
He received a surprise when he got there.
There was a lady in a gorgeous dress sitting at his table waiting for him.
"Buffy?" He stared.
She smiled at him. "You look handsome in that tux, Angel." A playful smile
tugged at her lips. "Well...you look handsome out of it, too."
He joined her at the table.
Jeff appeared at their side with menus. He gave them each one.
"You're our waiter?" Angel asked.
Jeff nodded. "Yes, I am. I'm here to get you anything you desire."
Angel and Buffy looked into each others eyes. They had a desire, all right.
And it had nothing to do with food. But they couldn't do that, now could
they? The last time they did that, it was disastrous.
Jeff smiled because he seemed to know what they were thinking. "Did I ever
mention that whenever participating as a Survivor, curses are null and void,
and therefore, they simply have no affect on any of the contestants?"
Angel raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
Buffy smiled. "I love this Survivor thing!"
"Would you like to order from our room?" he asked.
She looked at him with a deep longing. "I really don't think we're going to
have time for that once we're behind closed doors." She looked at Jeff.
"Uhm...does this reward cover for room damage, 'cause, well...we do move
around a lot." She grinned nervously. "You know, when we move around a
lot, and do things...private things."
Jeff chuckled. "It's all covered."
Angel and Buffy took each other by the hand and they headed back to Angel's
room. They made passionate love all night long.
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He laid on his back and took several deep breaths. "Ohmigod! You are
really incredible!!"
She purred as she laid her head on his chest and snuggled up against him.
"There's a lot more where that came from, let me tell you, mister."
"God, we should have done this a long time ago."
"Oh, it wasn't for a lack of trying on my part, let me tell ya!" She
nibbled on his ear. "I'm soooo horny!"
"Oooocheeemama!"
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Angel came back to the new camp and he was positively smiling. He smiled so
much it hurt. But he couldn't help it. He just kept on smiling. He
greeted everybody.
"Hello, Giles...Anya...Spike...Cordy..." He stopped. "Where are Xander
and--"
Crash. Thud.
They all turned around, and Willow and Xander had stumbled out from the
cover of the bushes they had been behind.
"Ohmigod!" Cordelia shrieked. "Where are your clothes!!"
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"This vote tonight will change everything," Jeff explained at Tribal
Council. "Whoever you vote off tonight will be the first to sit in the jury
section, and when we arrive at the end, the jury will judge the last two
survivors. Is everybody ready?"
Everyone nodded.
"This was a tough challenge on all of you, but Xander stood on the pole
longer than anyone and he won immunity. Xander, you are up to vote first."
***
Xander-"Sorry, Will. I really am. But the last two nights, you got really
rough, and now Anya's throwing stones at me."
Spike-"Willow...you know, I don't mind that rough stuff. Why didn't you
come to me in your delusional state of distress? I would have bloody helped
you."
Giles-"Willow, you are a very bad girl."
Angel-"Willow..." He laughs.
Cordelia-"Willow...eeeeuih."
Anya-"Willow Rosenberg, you and I will have us a few words about this. And
besides, I know it was you who changed all of my stones to the same color."
Willow-"Cordy...you have to leave, 'cause you are driving me crazy. A-and
that's just not natural. B-but that's why I attacked Xander." Smiles.
"I-I could sure get used to that."
***
Jeff read the votes.
"Willow, you are the eighth survivor to be voted from the island. Please
leave the Tribal Council immediately."
Willow nodded. "Oh...okay." She smiled at Xander. "But at least I'll be
back."
The tribe members watched her go.
Jeff smiled at them. "The game has now changed. Head back to camp and
prepare yourself for what lays ahead."
The Gilsum-Roshar Tribe headed back for camp.
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Eight down...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
Wesley
Willow *boo-hoo, sniff*
The remaining...
Gilsum-Roshar Tribe
Cordelia
Angel
Anya
Spike
Giles
Xander
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PART NINE
Eight have been voted off...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
Wesley
Willow
One has been added to the Jury..
Willow
Who will be the next survivor voted off the island?
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This is what remains of the new Gilsum-Roshar Tribe...
Cordelia
Angel
Anya
Spike
Giles
Xander
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Angel, Anya, Cordelia, Giles, Spike, and Xander each stood in a line. At a brief distance before them was a totem figure. Above the figure were large barrels that held inside sand. There were six spots on the barrel that were weak, and if they could hit those spots, they could begin to cover the totem figures. Each figure had a name written on it of one of the remaining tribe members.
The goal was simple.
Bury your opponents totem before they buried yours.
"You each get one shot at the totem before you," Jeff explained to them. "After you take your shot, the line moves forward and the first person becomes the last. If you find yourself standing before your totem, aim for the one on the right or left...or if you are good at slingshots, go for the one you want."
Spike looked at him hopefully. "Can I go after the one I want to take out anyway?"
"It's your call. Do you have someone in mind?"
"Well...that would be telling, wouldn't it?" Spike grinned an evil grin.
Angel looked at him. "Who are you after, Spike?"
Spike returned the look. "Who are you after?"
"Are you challenging me?"
"Oh, puhlease. A challenge? You?" He grinned in spite of himself.
Angel did, too. "You're gone, son."
"Whatever you say, pops."
"Are the tribe members ready?" Jeff asked.
Cordelia glanced at her nails and let out a weary sigh. "Oh, well...they're already chipped and torn anyway. Let's do this."
Jeff raised his arm. "Take up your slingshots..." He lowered his arm. "And fire away!"
Spike fired and hit the top of Angels barrel. Sand poured out and began to bury the totem, but the head still remained.
"Punk kid!" Angel scolded and fired at Spike's. He also hit the top of the barrel and poured some sand on Spike's totem.
Xander laughed. "Ha! Buy-buy, Spikey!" He fired at Spike's barrel and he over shot. The stone struck the next barrel over and sand began to pour over a totem. It was his own.
Angel, and Spike both laughed.
Anya showed a pout face to Xander. "Aww..." Then she looked at the barrel and smiled. "This is because of you and Willow doing the wild thing!" She fired.
The stone hit the barrel and sand completely engulfed Xander's totem.
"But...but-but," Xander tried to say.
"Xander, you're out of there," Jeff called to him.
Spike did a wave. "Buy-buy, Alex."
Xander pointed at him, but he didn't say anything.
Cordelia missed Spike's barrel.
They moved on.
Spike took out Angel, and Angel missed on his last shot. Angel joined Xander on the sidelines.
Xander leaned toward Angel and he pointed at Spike. "Blanket party...that guy...tonight!"
Angel laughed.
"Who's next?" Spike challenged.
Cordelia shook her head. "You're going down, mister!"
Anya fired and hit Cordelia's.
"Hey!!" Cordelia fired...and missed again. "This thingy is broken!"
Giles grinned. "S-so's your aim." He fired and finished off Cordelia.
Cordelia joined the sidelines with Angel and Xander. They told her about the blanket party.
"Blanket party?" Cordelia inquired with a frown. "What's that? I mean, does everybody bring their own blankets and exchange them...or what?"
Angel and Xander looked at each other. They laughed.
Giles and Spike looked at each other. Then they looked at Anya. They grinned. And they fired simultaneously. Together, they took out Anya's totem.
"If I was still a vengeance demon," she told them, "I know two men I would put at the top of my list." She joined the others on the sidelines and they asked her about the blanket party. "Oh, that would be nice. I went to a carpet party once and every one exchanged carpets. That was in India and my carpet didn't fly very well."
Angel, Xander, and Cordelia just looked at her.
Giles and Spike took their shots. The end result was that Giles was not as good as Spike was...or lucky. Spike took out his totem and won the immunity.
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Tribal Council
"This is the Gilsum-Roshar tribe's first Council meeting," Jeff began as he stood at the podium. "Before we begin, we'll be joined by the first member of the jury. Remember, you are not to speak with her, nor she with you. She is here to observe the Tribal Council."
Everyone looked.
And Willow appeared wearing a gorgeous blue dress, and her hair, her eyes, her walk...everything matched the dress. Spike, Angel, Giles, and Xander stared at Willow as if they had never seen a woman before. Their mouths were hanging open. Their eyes couldn't look away from Willow as she walked toward the jury's seats. She smiled at them.
Even Jeff Probst found himself staring.
Willow sat down and she looked at the survivors.
No one moved.
Anya and Cordelia looked at each other. Then Cordelia turned to Jeff. "Hellooo. Isn't there something you should be doing?"
Jeff blinked. "Huh?" Then he regained his composure. He cleared his throat. "Uhm...On to the votes."
"Onto the votes?" Anya asked. "What about our pre-vote discussion? I felt ganged up on that last challenge."
"That's because you were," Cordelia told her.
Jeff looked at the tribe. "Spike...how did you feel about winning the immunity necklace?"
Spike was staring at Willow.
Angel waved a hand in front of his face.
Spike blinked. "Huh? Oh...right. The necklace." He sat up. "I feel great."
"Do you think you needed it?"
Spike thought about it. "Well, Jeff...that's really hard to say. I mean, I admit when this whole thing started, I thought I was going to be the first one off...or at least bloody voted off after Dru. But I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did. Either way now, I am going to be in the jury and all this necklace does for me now is it gives me another chance to stay longer."
"Would you like to be in the final four?"
"The final four? Are you daft? How about the final one?" He snorted. "I want to be the sole survivor, you git. That's what I'm here for."
"What about you others? How do you feel about losing immunity?"
"Well, duh," Cordelia said. "We like it...Not!"
Anya frowned. "Spike cheated."
Spike rolled his eyes. "I bloody did not!"
"Well...you were better than we were."
"Actually, I was better than you. Xander was unlucky, and so was Giles. I know he's a lot better shot than he showed. And Angel, too. The rest of you were just plain bad."
Cordelia frowned. "I wasn't bad."
Xander chuckled. "Cordy...you missed everything you were aiming at."
"Does any of you feel as if you're in trouble tonight?" Jeff asked. "Do you feel like this could be the night you get the vote?"
Anya and Cordelia nodded.
"Do any of you have any special alliances?"
Giles shook his head. "Not particularly, b-but some of us did have a deep and meaningful discussion this morning as to...as to who sh-should be voted off."
Anya looked at him. "Uhm...there was a discussion this morning?" She swallowed. "Where was I?" she asked meekly.
No one looked at her.
"Spike," Jeff said, "you have immunity. The first vote is yours."
***
Spike-"Anya, to repeat what Xander said at the challenge..." He waved. "Buy-buy." Then he laughed.
Giles-"Anya, p-please don't take this to heart, but...it's time for you to go."
Angel-"Anya, you snooze, you loose."
***
Jeff tallied the votes.
"Anya, please bring your torch." He put out the fire. "You must leave the Tribal Council immediately."
Anya pouted and she left.
Jeff nodded to the others. "It's time for you to head back to camp."
As the tribe was leaving, Jeff hesitantly approached Willow and cleared his throat. "Uhm...Willow...would you like to join me for dinner?"
She smiled up at him and put her arm through his. "I'd love to."
They walked off together. "I'm putting together some ideas for Survivor II with Meb...I'd like to throw them around at you, and see what you think."
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The remaining tribe members...
Angel
Cordelia
Giles
Spike
Xander
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PART TEN
Nine have been voted off...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
Wesley
Willow
Anya
Two has been added to the Jury..
Willow
Anya
Who will be the next survivor voted off the island?
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This is what remains of the new Gilsum-Roshar Tribe...
Cordelia
Angel
Spike
Giles
Xander
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"I've had it with this place. It's filthy. It stinks. The food stinks.
There isn't a beauty salon within one thousand miles...And I'm surrounded by
men who smell worst than I do." Cordelia cried out to the heavens.
"Ohmigod!!! I smell bad!! I want a bath. I want a shower. I want a steam
bath! And I want it right now!"
Xander let out a sigh and shook his head. He pointed out to sea. "Cordy,
just go for a long swim. A very long swim."
"Don't come back without some food," Angel told her. "If you dive in
between those boulders we were at yesterday, there's bound to be a whole lot
of crabs and grubs."
Cordelia glared at him. "Ewww! I've had it with that stuff! I'm not
fishing for it!"
"It is food," Spike told her. "Even for us blood suckers. Nice and tasty.
Plenty of nutrition." He grinned. "Especially if you eat them raw, that
is."
"You are disgusting!"
"Would you like to come at me swinging, luv? You look like you have a lot
of energy you want to burn."
"And you are a revolting pervert!"
Giles stayed near the fire as he prepared a meager lunch with what grubs,
crabs, and...whatever the hell those eighteen legged creatures were. Xander
told him they tasted like chicken.
They didn't really, but it helped if the illusion was there.
Giles did wish they would all just shut up. Bicker, bicker, bicker. Or as
Willow would say...blah, blah, blah. He thought of Willow just then,
surprising the hell out of Buffy and beating her in the Big John of Sherwood
Forrest challenge. He remembered the startled look on Buffy's face and he
started to laugh.
The others looked at him as if he were insane.
And perhaps he was. After all, they were all tired and every one of them
was either ready to explode or burst into tears...or even laughter. Like
Giles.
"What the hell is so bloody funny?" Spike wanted to know.
Giles couldn't talk. He sat down on the ground and laughed harder, tears
coming into his eyes.
Angel regarded him. "Giles, what is it?"
Finally, Giles managed to tell them what he was laughing at. Xander saw the
scene in his mind, and he joined in on the laughter. So did Spike and
Angel. But Cordelia didn't.
She began to cry.
When the others realized that she was crying, they stopped laughing and
turned to her with concern.
"Cordy, what's wrong?" Xander asked with genuine concern.
She showed him her fingernails. "I-I broke a nail, Xander."
He looked at her. Then he burst out laughing again, and the others joined
him.
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TRIBAL COUNCIL
Jeff Probst looked at the faces on the remaining tribe members as they
entered the Tribal Council. They stood up their torches and then they toolk
their seats. Across from them, Willow and Anya entered the Council and
without a word, they took their seats. The men were once again staring, but
not just at Willow. They were also staring at Anya.
Both girls were extremely hot. So hot that Spike was mesmorized by their
beauty, Angel couldn't look away, and Xander was drooling. Probst had a bit
more control of himself than last time, but he couldn't help but sneak a
peek or two in the ladies general direction.
Cordelia rolled her eyes.
Probst cleared his throat. "Giles, you won the immunity in our last
challenge. Do you feel as if you really needed it tonight?"
Giles paused. "A-actually, Jeff...no. I believe that I can say in all
confidence that I do not require the immunity tonight. Without it, I would
still not receive a vote."
"Are you that confident?"
"Oh, no. Not about the next votes. Just tonight's vote."
"Spike, would you say that Giles is purely boasting or is it true that he is
safe from being voted off, even if he did not have immunity?"
Spike nodded. "Oh, I'd say he's safe either way."
Probst was curious. "Xander?"
Xander gave him a thumbs up. "We wouldn't vote off Giles tonight."
"Even if he didn't have immunity?"
"Especially then."
Probst regarded them. "Then you've thought this out." He looked at Angel,
certain that the vampire with a soul would agree. He turned to Cordelia.
"How do you feel about this?"
Cordelia sighed. "I would vote for Giles."
"But he has immunity."
"Well, duh! Then I can't vote for him."
"Cordelia, do you feel that your chances for getting the vote tonight are
good?"
Cordelia glared at him. "No, Jeff. They're bad. They're bad because I'm
going to get the vote tonight. Are you brain dead?" She pointed at Willow
and Anya. "They want me to be up there with them so that the next time they
come to Tribal Council, there will be three beautiful women up there and not
two."
Probst looked at her closely.
Cordelia almost cried. "Underneath all of this dirt and grime, Jeff, there
is a woman in here who is dying to get out. You'll see."
"Okay...Let's vote then."
Angel cleared his throat. "Uhm...Jeff...do we really need to write out our
votes tonight? How about a showing of hands? We know the outcome already."
"Men!" Cordelia exclaimed.
Probst shook his head. "I'm sorry, Angel. But we have to do it this way.
This is Tribal Council. Giles...you're up."
***
Cordelia-"Xander...you laughed at me when I broke a nail...and that really
hurt my feelings. Well...you all laughed at me, but I can't vote for all of
you and Giles does have immunity. I hope you all lose."
Angel-"Cordelia, when you sit up there for the next Tribal Council with
Willow and Anya...could you please wear that dress you wore at the ball last
month? The black dress with the bare back, the slit all the way up your
thighs and the...well...you know. I know we'd all appreciate it. Thanks."
***
Probst took the votes and he read them off. "Cordelia...you're the next
member of the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe to be voted off. Please bring your torch.
You have to leave the Tribal Council immediately."
Cordelia sniffed and she left the area.
Xander, Giles, Spike, and Angel watched her go and they couldn't wait to see
the next Council where there would be three women to gawk at instead of two.
______________________
The remaining tribe members...
Angel
Giles
Spike
Xander
Who will you vote off next week?
Who will you give immunity to?
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