SURVIVOR
Ten have been voted off...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
Wesley
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Three has been added to the Jury..
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Who will be the next survivor voted off the island?
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This is what remains of the new Gilsum-Roshar Tribe...
Angel
Spike
Giles
Xander
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The four men who remained on the island were exhausted. They were hungry. And their nerves were practically shot. All they really had to look forward to was the end of this Survivor show and then they could go back to their lives. At any rate, there was something they did have to look forward to and that was Tribal Council. Three gorgeous women would be in the Jury, all cleaned up after their time on the island.
The men drooled just thinking about Willow, Anya, and Cordelia.
They were men. And they were exhausted, so any fantasy they played over and over and over again in their minds truly helped pass the time.
But when they weren't thinking about the women, they were focusing on daily living. Whether that was preparing the food or fixing a lean-to, or fishing...or as of lately...yelling at each other.
"You did, too, bleach blonde! I saw you as plain as day! Your denying it doesn't make you innocent!"
Spike made a face at Xander. "You've got bloody issues. Serious ones if you think I was giving you the eye."
Xander pointed at him. "You did, too! You were looking at my neck and you were kicking your chops!" He suddenly shuddered. "Eww. There goes a thought that I didn't want to think!"
"I wasn't looking at your neck."
Angel came to Spike's defense. "He wasn't, Xander. Besides, you're nothing but a toothpick. You wouldn't even be satisfying."
Xander shuddered again. "Both of you were looking at my neck!" He stared at them in horror. "Giles! Help! They're going to take turns at me!"
Giles was so tired, he simply fell on the ground laughing.
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Tribal Council
Jeff Probst stood at the podium.
Angel, Giles, Spike, and Xander sat in their places, but their eyes were focused on the women as they came into Tribal Council. There were Willow, Anya, and Cordelia. God, Cordelia had been right, Probst thought to himself. There was a woman under all that grime and dirt.
He blinked and cleared his throat.
The four survivors were still staring.
Probst cleared his throat again.
The men came out of their stares, and Xander wiped drool from his mouth. He also rubbed his neck to make sure there weren't any teeth marks. He looked at Angel and Spike suspiciously.
"Spike," Probst began.
Spike turned to him. "You git."
Probst paused. "Well, we see that you have the immunity necklace."
"That's obvious." He held up the necklace. "Yep. This bloody thing is mine. I won it because I'm a lot faster than the others were. That challenge was nothing, Jeffie. Racing through the woods, starting a fire, then sliding through some mud to get to the Idol first was hardly a challenge." He pointed at him. "You're slipping."
Probst thought about that. "Well...I'll make the next challenge interesting then. How do you feel about the Hands on the Idol challenge, Xander."
Xander snorted. "It sucked!"
"Angel?"
Angel let out a sigh. "I had a problem with the mud part."
Probst looked at him. "What was the problem."
"The mud." Angel shrugged. "I couldn't stand up. I just kept falling down."
Giles began to laugh again. He couldn't stop.
Probst pointed to Spike. "You're up for the first vote."
***
Angel-"Xander...that 'Quit looking at my neck!' thing is getting real old, real fast."
Giles held up his card with Xander's name on it. He laughed.
***
Probst took the votes. "Xander Harris, you are asked to leave the Tribal Council immediately. You are the eleventh Survivor voted off the island."
Xander brought up his torch and he left the Tribal Council.
Angel, Spike, and Giles suddenly realized that Xander was going to be sitting in the jury with three beautiful women.
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The remaining tribe members...
Angel
Giles
Spike
Here is the new votes!
1) Vote for who you want off the Island?
&
2) Vote for who you want to be the Sole Survivor.
EPILOGUE/CONCLUSION
Eleven have been voted off...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
Wesley
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Xander
Four have been added to the Jury..
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Xander
Who will be the Sole Survivor?
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This is what remains of the new Gilsum-Roshar Tribe...
Angel
Spike
Giles
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"What seemed like a long time ago," Jeff Probst's voice began as the camera
panned out over the island from where the Survivors had been brought to,
"fourteen people were dropped off in one of the world's harshest
environments. They braved the elements that challenged them, and they had
to learn how to get along with each other. In the first challenge, it was
Spike who dropped the ball for the Skrandurak Tribe when the raw squid
refused to go down his throat. His tribe members paid for his failure when
they ended up at Tribal Council. Even Spike was surprised when it wasn't
himself that was voted off that night. The first member voted off the
island was Dru."
***Last vote, Druscilla. Druscilla, bring your torch and grab your
bag."
The vampiress smiled seductively at Xander. "See ya on the other side,
kitten. prrrrrr"
"I AM NOT YOUR KITTEN!"***
"The second survivor to be voted off was from the Rikamura Tribe, and that
was Riley. Tensions had risen between Riley and Angel and the tribe members
decided that if one of them had to go, it would have to be Riley. The
others were apparently far more loyal to Angel then they were of Riley."
Probst continued. "In the third tribal immunity challenge, it was Tara in
the Skrandurak Tribe who had made a terrible mistake and in doing so, she
had destroyed the raft she and her team had constructed. It came apart in
the sea and defeated, the tribe swam back and Rikamura became victorious.
As a result, Tara was the third survivor voted from the island."
***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.***
"As the game progressed, tensions in both camps rose," Probst replied.
"From the Rikamura Tribe..."
***"She doesn't like you because she has noticed that..." Angel said, "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?"***
Probst continued, "As well as the Skrandurak Tribe..."
***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."***
"By a unanimous vote, Cordelia and Jonathan from the Skrandurak Tribe, and
Buffy and Winifred from the Rikamura Tribe took to following maps that were
given to them. The maps led them to the bluff where they discovered an
element in the game they weren't expecting. I told them that they were
heading back to their camps...but not the ones they had just left. Now
Cordelia and Jonathan had become tribe members to the Rikamura Tribe, and
Buffy and Fred were in the Skrandurak Tribe. The move to the Skrandurak
Tribe for Fred did her far more damage than good. She became the fourth
survivor voted from the island. However, in the very next Tribal Council,
it was the Rikamura Tribe's turn and they voted off Jonathan. Jonathan was
the fifth survivor voted from the island."
Probst continued with, "The next tribal immunity challenge was the Little
John Challenge."
***Probst reached down into the stream and pulled out two 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 standing will win
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.***
"Buffy and Willow faced one another during that challenge. Willow was
taunted by Buffy, and the red-haired witch knocked the Slayer down."
***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. Willow connected her staff to Buffy's side, and then she
swung the staff so that it 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!!"***
"Because of Buffy's loss, the Skrandurak Tribe went to the Tribal Council
and they decided to make Buffy the sixth survivor kicked off the island.
The seventh survivor who was voted off was Wesley from the Rikamura Tribe
when he failed to answer important tribal questions due to his nodding off
while receiving the tale. After Wesley left, the tribe became one and the
remaining members tried to come up with a new name for their tribe. It was
Spike who found the name."
***Spike paused. Then he took a deep breath. "Gilsum-Roshar."
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!"***
"So the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe was born. Angel won a reward challenge and he
was able to dine with the one true love in his life on a romantic cruise.
He dined with Buffy, and for that magic night, the curse was lifted."
***Probst 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."
Probst 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.***
"Upon Angel's arrival back at the camp the following morning, it was soon
discovered that he and Buffy were not the only ones who had a night to
themselves."
***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!!"***
"The next challenge was for individual immunity, and Xander won it by
keeping himself balanced longer than the others. Unfortunately, it was
Willow who was the eigth survivor voted off the island. She also became the
first jury member. In the next immunity challenge, the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe
members had to bury their opponents totem statues before theirs was buried.
Spike won immunity, and Anya was the ninth survivor voted from the island.
In the next challenge, Giles won immunity even though he boasted on that
night he didn't need it. The others agreed because they had already decided
on who they were going to vote on. The tenth survivor who was voted from
the island was Cordelia. The true motive of the vote was revealed during
the voting itself."
***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."***
"Once again, Spike won the immunity necklace for the next challenge and
Xander was voted off the island. Xander, however, is now a member of the
jury along with Cordelia, Anya, and Willow. Fourteen survivors. Eleven
have been voted off. Three remain. Spike. Angel. Giles. Which one of
them will be...the Sole Survivor?"
The demon called Sweet and his band of musicians took up the tempo and
played the theme song to Survivor.
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Interviews...
Giles-"Oh, at this point, I-I do believe that winning immunity is the only
way I can...s-survive. W-well, as it is, both, er, Angel and Spike s-seem
to think I am prone to fits of laughter and giddiness because of my, er,
exhaustion. Spike said it was because I am too old. But I-I assure you
under no circumstances am I prone to fits of laughter, or, er giddiness."
Angel-"I just wish to God he would stop laughing. It drives me nuts."
Spike-"I need that bloody immunity necklace. If I don't get it, then I am
gone." Pauses. "Unless...unless Angel votes for Giles because let's face
it...if it's Angel and Giles up there, the jury will vote for Giles over
Angel. Bloody right they will!" Frowns. "But...if I'm up there with
Angel, they'll pick him...because he has a soul. Oh, bloody hell!"
Giles-Bursts out laughing.
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Tribal Council
The jury sat in their places. Xander, Cordelia, Anya, and Willow. Xander
sat in the front row, and the girls sat around him as if he were the center.
Spike-who had immunity-Angel, and Giles felt a momentary pang of jealousy
of Xander. But they took thier places.
Probst greeted them. "Okay. Let's get right to it. The last challenge was
to see which one of you could last the longest by standing on one leg while
balancing yourself on a pole with one hand. Spike, you won immunity. Do
you feel that tonight, you need the immunity necklace?"
Spike looked at him. "Do the words, 'Hell, yes!' mean anything to you,
bloody sod?"
"What about you, Giles? You didn't even last twenty minutes."
Giles rubbed his face. "I-I lost my balance."
Spike shook his head. "Nah. You're just too bloody old."
"But you and Angel, Spike," Probst replied, "you were out there on the poles
for fourteen hours."
Spike shrugged.
Angel sighed. "I slipped."
Spike grunted. "That's what they all bleeding say. The Watcher lost his
balance. The Sire slipped. Puhlease! You're too bloody old, too!"
"I am not."
Probst pointed at Spike. "You're up for the first vote."
The three men voted. They came back and retook their seats. Probst took
the votes and he pulled them out one-by-one. He looked at the three
remaining tribe members of the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe, and he said,
"Giles...you're the twelth survivor to be voted from the island. You must
bring up your torch and leave the Tribal Council immediately."
Giles got up and he watched his torch be extinguished. He nodded once to
Probst and then he left the Tribal Council.
Probst looked at Angel and Spike. "Well, the two of you have made it this
far. Now, it's up to the Jury. Each one of them will get to ask you a
question and you must answer it honestly. We'll convene here tomorrow night
for the Jury to decide which one of you will be the sole survivor."
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The Jury
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Xander
Giles
Gilsum-Roshar
Angel
Spike
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The Jury...
Angel and Xpike were seated at the front of the Jury. Probst had explained
that all the Jury was to do was to ask Angel and Spike each one question.
After the questions, the Jury would cast their votes on the Sole Survivor.
The name each Jury member wrote down would be the vote cast for the Sole
Survivor.
Willow had been the first Jury member, so she was the first one up.
She stood up before the two survivors and she had on a dark, blue gown.
Spike and Angel couldn't help it. They both found themselves staring at
her.
She cleared her throat to get their attention.
"Oh, God, don't do that," Angel said hoarsely.
"Sorry." Willow took a deep breath. "Okay. Now I have to ask you my
questions, so I'll try to make this simple. I've been thinking about it
since I've been voted off a-and so here goes. Angel...w-when you picked me
up by the throat, you know, when-when you were bad Angelus, and-and we were
at Sunnydale High...were you really going to bite me?"
Angel looked at her. He wasn't expecting any question like that. "Well, as
Angelus, I was intending to bite you, yes, but--"
"O-Okay." Willow turned to Spike. "And-and my question for you, Spike,
is...when you came into my dorm and-and you tried to bite me, but you
couldn't 'cause of that chip thingie in your head...b-but if you didn't have
that chip thingie, w-would you have bitten me?"
All eyes turned to Spike. Spike looked at Willow and he grinned. "Red, if
it weren't for the bloody chip, I would have bitten you then, and I still
dream about biting you. I'd bloody bite you right now if I could."
Probst couldn't resist. "Since you've been on the island, Spike, you could
have bitten anyone and the chip wouldn't have reacted. But then you would
have been disqualified."
Spike stared. "Bloody hell!"
Willow smiled at Spike and Angel and took her seat.
Anya came up. "Angel, when you first met Xander, did you mistreat him in
anyway?"
Angel stared at her in disbelief. "What?"
"Answer the question."
He sighed. "Mistreat him? No, I didn't mistreat him in anyway. Where is
this coming from?"
"He says that you like to stare at his neck."
"What?" Angel opened his mouth to say something else, but Anya turned away
from him.
Anya said, "Spike, if you could have added my name in on the new tribes
name--you know, with Gilsum-Roshar, and maybe it could have been like
Anyagilsum-Rosharanka, or something like that--but, would you have if you
could have?"
Spike nodded his head. "Yes. I would have."
Anya smiled. "Oh. Thank you."
She took her seat.
Cordelia got up. "Angel, were you following me when we first met in LA?"
"No," Angel said.
"Spike, did you turn Jonathan against me throughout the game?"
"Yes." Spike paused. "You actually said his name."
"Well, duh! That is his name, you know."
Xander came up to ask his questions. "There is supposed to be absolute
truth here, guys. So be honest. Angel, were you looking at my neck?"
Angel let out a sigh of frustration. "No!"
"Spike, why did you put my name at the end of Gilsum-Roshar?"
Spike looked at him. "Well, I put you and Giles on each end with the girls
in the middle. Kind of like the covers of a fine book." He grinned.
Xander grinned, too. "Thank you." He took his seat.
Giles came up.
Angel sighed. "Please don't ask me whether I was looking at someone's neck
or not."
"What? Er, no. No, Angel, I have a rather, er, different question. On
this island before I was voted off, did you, er, roll onto my glasses
and...and bend them by any chance?" He showed Angel his glasses.
Angel looked at them. "Giles, I don't know. Is that seriously your
question to me?"
"Actually, my-my question to you is, did you--?"
Probst interrupted. "I'm sorry, Giles. But you already asked Angel your
question."
"I did? But-but that wasn't the question I wanted him to answer. I meant
that--"
"The question was asked. And it was answered. Ask Spike your question?"
Giles looked at Angel, and shrugged. "Sorry." He cleared his throat.
"Spike, my question is similar to Xander's. Er, why did you put my name
first?"
Spike grinned. "The Watcher is always first, Giles."
Giles smiled. "You're right, of course. Thank you."
He took his seat.
Probst stood at his podium. "Jury, you will now cast your vote on the one
whom you believe is the Sole Survivor." He smiled. "Willow, you're first."
One by one, they cast their votes.
Willow.
Anya.
Cordelia.
Xander.
And Giles.
When they took their places again, Probst carried the canister that held the
votes. He placed it on top of the podium and he looked out at the Jury, and
he looked at Spike, and Angel.
"The votes have been cast," he said. "This has been quite a challenge and I
believe that every one of you has played it most admirably. Now, I will
take the votes and I will meet you at Smackdown where the votes will be
tallied and the Sole Survivor will be revealed."
Sweet and his band began to play the theme song to Survivor.
As the credits began to roll, a small window appeared on the corner and a
muscular man with short dark hair and dark glasses appeared. "So you think
you want to know who the Sole Survivor is? Do you? You think you want to
know what the Rock is cooking? Then hussle on to Smackdown for the final
vote. Will it be Spike, or will it be Angel? If you want to know then
don't miss Smackdown!"
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I want to thank everyone on the list for Survivor. I couldn't have done
this without you. Smackdown will be coming shortly and it will reveal the
Sole Survivor.
Spike?
Or Angel?
Just know this. It was your votes that helped make all of the decisions.
Survivor II will be a tough challenge. I hope for it to be new and
exciting, with real challenges written in.
Again. Thank you.
MeB
XanWill4Ever
Michael B
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