#◂▸ thank RA someone knows how to play the game because frankly if anyone makes me do more corperate talk than this

[xiii-e]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ ... I- I don't know what to say. Thank you feels like such a small word for what I'm feeling.

◂▸ It's hard to picture any kind of forgiveness for the things I've been involved in, how my hands have been dirtied so personally but- that's probably what you mean, when you say you don't expect me to believe you, huh? And you- you speak from experience. I should trust in that, even if my gut doesn't want to.

◂▸ [ another deep, slow breath in. hold for 8 seconds. out for 10]

◂▸ I love Turtie like I did Thirteen, like- family. That's the word I would use for it. Family. It's hard not to feel something like that, when you watched over someone growing from something so tiny, into a whole person, y'know? I don't expect Turtie to ever be them again, Thirteen is- like you said. They died, and you don't come back from that. I watched the light go out. I know... I know that a different person wears their body, now. And one of these days I need to make my peace with that, because I love Turtie just as much as I ever loved Thirteen. It's just... hard.

◂▸ Alright. I think I've got my head on straight again. As much as I can do. I'll try to pick through my feelings more later maybe, but for now- business.

◂▸ Until Turtie's back on-base for their scheduled medical check-ups, I can't show them much of anything; they have their own datapad but I can't send it anything sensitive that's much larger than a text message through ECHO. But... they can still reach out, and still talk about things without worry so long as they get a moments peace to look at their screen. They promised me they'd keep up comms, once they got somewhere with a connection. Something about "not wanting to cause more trouble with Union". It's always about not wanting to cause trouble with that kid...

◂▸ I'm going to take your advice, and start trying to think of what I can show them without compromising what we're trying to do. Maybe if they know some of the stakes, they'll be more willing to examine whether any of this is actually okay. Even if they're just angry, I'd take it. They haven't been angry since they were decanted. It's... unnerving, sometimes. You're right that... it has to come from me. RA knows I don't want to dredge this up, but it's important.

◂▸ And first chance I get, I'm going to push them to talk to you- I know they were thinking about it already, after talking to Z-341-A about some of the legal circus Union's putting on. If I suggest it too, it's likely they'll take it as direction and send a message out. Some advice on trying to talk to them, about things they might clam up about: in terms of their conditioning, they're a Medic before a Soldier. If they start getting too defensive, sometimes... sometimes you can pull them back to the conversation by inviting their concern. It's a tactic I've had to use a couple times. They don't like thinking about themself outside of hard facts, but they're hardwired to look for open wounds in others. Sometimes you can push a little further that way.

◂▸ Hey, if Slipshod needs any information about ECHO to recreate em, I'm happy to share; I'd hardly say my credentials match theirs from what you've said/I've read so chances are they won't need the help, but regardless the metaphorical door's open. I think you're right, it might well help Turtie adjust if they know they've got relative privacy- I know they speak easier behind closed doors when we're in person, at least.

◂▸ I think speaking with you and your squadmates will do them a lot of good. Like you say, a different perspective could do wonders for breaking down what they believe- about HA, about themself. They already want to better understand others, so all I can hope is they start to see themself as worthy of being understood too.

◂▸ ... all I can hope, is that you're right. I want to believe you're right. I know for a fact I'm willing to fight like hell to make sure you are- it does me a lot of good to know, I'm not fighting for it alone anymore.

◂▸ Time for me to get to work. Speak to you soon, Kennedi ... and thank you, again. o7 Helios-8

//

Greetings. This is Lockbre- no.

Allow me to restart.

This is Kennedi from MSMC-796 speaking (also known as callsign "Lockbreaker", as there was some confusion expressed towards my identity the last we spoke).

To Lio - your mission to rehabilitate "Turtie", as you so affectionately refer to them, is a noble and just one, and I seek to pledge my aid to your cause however I can.

As a former slave "asset" of the Armory under the title of Colonial Legionnaire, I have endured many of the same abuses during my own term of service. The Armory is not kind to those under its employ, be they human, flashclone, or NHP. I have seen many of my former squadmates reduced to little more than bloodthirsty dogs, obediently following orders under threat of revoking their citizenship (or, in rare cases, a shock-collar jolt just weak enough not to kill).

In the eyes of the Armory, people like us are not fit to have identities, preferences, personalities, or even names. We are called assets, tools, weapons, property; anything but the living, breathing, sentient people we are. We are dehumanized - given designations instead of names, assigned callsigns which we ourselves did not choose, stripped of any markers of identity or personality which would distinguish us from the sea of fellow human-bodied automatons we call allies, squadmates, teams, legions - anything but friends.

I cannot stand idly by and watch my friends suffer any longer. I must act, lest I lose them - lest I lose myself - to the old line of thought.

Allow me to introduce myself properly, from one friend to another.

My name is Kennedi Sable IV. I am squadron commander of MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury", piloting as a Lancer under the chosen callsign of Lockbreaker. I have served this squadron faithfully for twelve Union years, supported by my faithful friends and trusted squadmates Phoenix and Slipshod. Ras Shamra is my place of birth, but it is my home no longer. I am a free pilot, bound only to MSMC by the contracts which I have signed of my own volition, and I will never again serve Harrison Armory or its cause, so help me RA.

I wish you the best of luck in severing the ties which bind your tongues and constrict your thoughts. I have found my own way out; I can only hope that you will follow the path that I and all of the others who have gone before me of your own volition.

Freedom is already yours. You need only reach out and claim it.

-- Kennedi

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸... oh hell, I never thought I'd be glad Turtie was sent out on deployment. It's good to meet you properly, Kennedi, I- thank you for reaching out. I'll confess, I'd been thinking about trying to contact you myself, but I lost my nerve. Happens a lot, these days.

◂▸ You've offered a lot of honesty in your introduction so, let me return the favour: Helios-8 [prefered name Lio], active FC Project clone for 10 years now. Currently an employed citizen of Harrison Armory under the Technology and Software Support Division and-... and much to my shame, former primary lab assistant for the Unlucky Thirteen Project. Doc Mercer had me printed special for it. Didn't want to risk that... pesky human error you mentioned last we spoke.

◂▸ You're right, about everything. Up until maybe four years ago now, I wouldn't have believed it but- everything you're saying about HA is full truth. And I hate it. There's not one person I know here who doesn't live in some kind of fear, however well they manage to hide it. I should know.

◂▸ And yet I'm still here, aren't I? [sigh] I think... can I tell you a story? I promise to keep it brief.

◂▸ One upon another thrice-damned Tuesday at HA, they made a prototype they called Thirteen. The kid was meant to be a revolution when it came to keeping assets moving in the field; a field medic and repair tech, who wouldn't need the time off, and wouldn't need the mandatory psych evals after every deployment, and wouldn't need to be treated like a goddamn person just to do their job because everyone told them oh but, they weren't a person were they? Just meat, with programming. And it was all supposed to just be fine, because it was for the greater good. Thirteen was going to save lives. The one, for the many. How noble.

◂▸ Except the kid started to look around, and notice how many people HA was hurting, especially its own. Started asking the wrong questions, because they were goddamn designed to feel troubled by it and somehow, this was their fault. Thirteen tried to play nice for as long as they could so they could keep getting out there, keep helping people who needed it because sure as shit HA wasn't going to do it. But by asking questions, they eventually learned why exactly everyone was so insistant they couldn't be a person. Because once their prototype trial was over, if they ever went down doing the only job they'd ever be allowed to do, the plan was to scrap them for goddamn organs, like mech wreckage salvaged for parts. And then? Print another one. Ad infinitum. Efficient planned obsolescence, as part of their design. They were just... just equipment, and spare parts.

◂▸ That was their last straw. They tried to get out. But they made a choice that would bite them, hard; they tried to confront the man who made them. Tried to make the good Doctor see exactly what he was doing, in the name of his so called greater good, because he'd always seemed to care so goddamn much. Do you know how that ended? I do. I was there. When they turned to leave, he shot them.

◂▸ ... I'm sorry for the theatrics, Kennedi. It's a hard memory. A guilty one. I knew they were planning to try and run, but I couldn't convince them to abandon their anger and just disappear quietly, despite what I knew. So... I watched Thirteen die. And then, I had to help the lab drag that broken corpse back to life because that was more resource effective than making a new one. Those days are... they're kind of a haze, if I'm honest. I was on autopilot. I pretty much did whatever I was told.

◂▸ Turtie's full designation is Thirteen-Echo. They're the second go around, same body but... the shot destroyed a lot of brain matter, and pretty much all of their memory along with it. Apart from the occasional sense of deja-vu and the odd quirk? They're different people, entirely. They... they like turtles as much as Thirteen did, though. That's why I call em that. I can't bring myself to call them by the name of my ghost. And I can't... I can't tell them. For a lot of reasons, but I'd be lying if I said some of it isn't pure selfish grief.

◂▸ The reason I'm telling you this is- well. There's a couple actually. First, just so someone else knows I guess; I'm trying to get the files I scrounged from the initial project uploaded somewhere they can't be scratched out for good, but it's taking a lot of time. The second and more relevent reason, is to paint a picture of why it's going to take us a long time to get out of here the way things stand. Me- oh I could be out of here tomorrow if I put my mind to it. I... I like to think so, at least. But after everything I've done to them, I'm not bloody leaving Turtie to this nightmare and- fuck. Getting them out is an uphill battle.

◂▸ I've tried everything I can, but nothing seems to get through to them. I- I even blew the whistle, got Union involved. Turtie's figured out I did it, but they've avoided saying it out loud- they'd have to report me, if they admitted they knew. So we don't talk about it. We do a lot of that. Secrets, always the secrets... The problem is that after Thirteen's execution, HA aren't taking chances with their property. Turtie's conditioning runs deep, and their legal classification as HA prototype technology is apparently making it... difficult for their case to bloody go anywhere. Something about the old treaties leaving loopholes that're being exploited for all they're worth. The law works so, agonisingly slow. So, apart from waiting around to see if any progress gets made regardless, while trying my damndest to get through to Turtie past the company line? I'm... I'm out of ideas. But I need to be here, for them. I will not let this fucking place grind them down into nothing. If nothing else, I owe Thirteen that much.

◂▸ I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you. I- There hasn't been anyone I could tell, until now. Anyone who already knew, didn't care. Anyone I could have told, I- I was too afraid. And Turtie, oh they can't know; they're already petrified of doing something wrong. How'd they feel if they knew they'd already died once, trying to run? I'm so desperately scared that if they found out, they'd never so much as bend a rule again, or worse that history would repeat-

◂▸ [ A shaking, slow breath. Deliberate counting, barely audible ]

◂▸ ... Thank you, earnestly, for sharing your story Kennedi. I- It means more than I can possibly express, to hear that you managed what feels impossible to me, right now. I need the hope, to hang onto. One day, one day we'll be out of here. It's worth fighting for. It's worth the constant, constant fear. It has to be. Free... it can be a word for us, too. I have to believe that. I have to keep it alive, for both of us.

◂▸ So- a friend sounds really, really good right about now. Not to doom and gloom about it, but if nothing else the knowledge our stories can't die with us anymore should things go as bad as they could is... comforting. This I swear to you: I'm doing everything I can to start leading Turtie to the realisation I had, watching their body drop. I just hope it's a gentler landing for them, this time. And... the only thing I can ask you to do for us right now, is talk to them if they turn up with questions. Don't write them off as a lost cause, even if it sounds like they're regurgitating a goddamn PR leaflet at you sometimes. They've never had a life outside the battlefield, because they've never been allowed to have one- I'm hoping maybe... maybe it'll get through to them, if they can speak to someone without corperate interest in keeping them numb. RA, I hope so.

◂▸ Sorry about how uh, much this ended up being. I think I've been primed to explode like that for a while now. Thank you, again-- from one friend to another.

//

@msmc-796-official

[gohyuck]

hi, for the dreamie drabble game; jeno with 4, 8 and 6 please ^^

based off of this post

this is highkey a ficlet because it’s 1.7k words but whatever

okay i wanna expand this and make it a full fic with a lot more detail and timestamps but idk if anyone would ever want that so lmk if you do i guess?

4: college

8: childhood friends

6:  “you used to joke calling me little brother but something changed and now you’re my girl.”

[february of 2019]

after being denied entry at not one but two frat parties (dismissed each time with ‘what kind of freshmen think they’re allowed in?’ and laughter that can only be described as mocking) your friends and you find yourselves back where you pre-gamed: the lobby of your residence hall. your RA has been turning a blind eye for quite some time (you mentally thank johnny for being the chillest person alive), allowing all of you to drink almost completely freely in your dorm’s common areas.

as you settle onto one of the beat up couches in the corner farthest away from the entrance, you can’t help but survey your surroundings. mark is getting his ass absolutely handed to him by donghyuck at the center pool table while renjun discreetly videotapes the debacle. you have a sneaking suspicion that he’ll edit it to death (you can envision it now - the camera zooming in on mark’s face after he accidentally hits the 8 ball in prematurely, colors fading to black and white as wasted swims across the screen in bold, brilliantly red letters) and post it on his growing youtube channel by tomorrow night. jaemin, ryujin, and chaeryeong are parked in front of the sole tv, hollering drunkenly at whatever game replay is flashing across the screen. yeji and chenle are bickering over something or the other - “a yellow hat? with that monstrosity of a jacket? are you out of your damn mind, zhong?” - and jisung, who, like chenle, is definitely still a high schooler, sits on his phone in a corner of the room, likely playing pubg.

even in a room full of the people you love most, however, your gaze ends up naturally falling on the person beside you - jeno, who pauses in whatever he’s doing (moving magazines off of the coffee table so he can put his feet on it) to send you a small smile that makes your heart beat out of your chest. he finishes up, setting his bottle of dos equis down on a haphazard stack of time mags before leaning back onto the couch, throwing one of his arms around you as he does. before you can say anything, he pulls you into his chest, pressing his lips to your temple.

you relax into his arms, knowing it’s exactly where you’re meant to be. frankly, you note, it’s a wonder that it wasn’t always like this.

[june of 2012]

you shift awkwardly on your feet as you wait. you chew on the inside of your cheek, you inspect your nails for dirt not once, not twice, but thrice. the door stays closed, though, and you wonder how long you have to stay before your mother calls you back.

after what feels like a true eternity, you sigh, finally giving up. just as you turn around, however, you hear the door fly open behind you, hitting a wall - or a person, you aren’t sure - with a resounding thwack that makes you wince on impulse. you turn around quickly, only to come face to face with a boy who’s wearing the most sheepish expression of all time.

“hi,” you say once you’ve regathered your wits, stepping forward to reach out your hand. “i’m (name), and i live right next door. i figured i should introduce myself, since you’re new.” a lie. your mom had noticed that your new neighbors seemed to have a kid around your age and had all but forced you to go talk to him. she seemed excited at the prospect of you making a new friend. you? you really couldn’t care less.

the boy smiles, taking your outstretched hand into his. he shakes it once, twice before letting go, and you find yourself smiling back before you can register your own reaction.

“i’m jeno,” he finally says, and a voice in the back of your mind tells you that this moment is important. you push it away. “it was nice to meet you,” he says politely, although not unkindly, and you recognize that neither of you have much else to say to each other. it isn’t an unpleasant end to the conversation, but, and you only realize this much, much later, it’s a reasonably pleasant beginning to the most important friendship of your life.

[april of 2015]

“so i went in and asked for extra credit and, surprisingly, he said y- jeno!” you reach across the table to smack your best friend’s hand away from your basket of french fries, only to hand him one of your precious fries yourself once he pouts at you. your friend felix snorts at your interaction, and you shoot him your best pissed-off glare you can muster.

“i can’t believe mr. kim really gave you extra credit, though. he’s usually kind of a hard ass.” somi brings your attention back to your story, and you nod in agreement.

“maybe he just likes (name),” jeno says, leaning across the food court table to finesse another one of your fries. “after all, who could dislike you?” he directs the last part at you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes even as you smile at him.

“you’re just saying that because you want more of my fries,” you state, pulling your tray towards you. your best friend furrows his brow at the growing space between him and his (your) potatoes, but before he can say anything, hyunjin beats him to it.

“we’ll be late to the movie if you two idiots keep flirting, so let’s get a move on, maybe?”

before you and jeno can protest, the rest of your friends are already getting up to go throw away the remnants of their lunches. you simply share a look with jeno that says everything you need to say before you both toss your trash away and move to join the rest of your” friends. as you all fall into step and chatter with each other, jeno throws his arms easily over your shoulder. you fall into his side embrace naturally.

neither of you notice the glances your friends throw at you from time to time.

[january of 2017]

“are you sure you and jeno aren’t a thing?”

somi has always been fairly blunt, and you suppose you can’t blame her for something that’s so inherent. still, you choke on air, forcing daehwi to smack you repeatedly on the back until your breathing pattern restores itself. 

“god no, not at all,” you force out between wheezes. “he’s like - he’s like a little brother to me.”

“so i guess we live in alabama now-” she starts, but before she can finish her sentence, jeno drops his backpack down onto the seat next to you. 

you turn around to greet him, only to be taken aback by just how pissed off he looks. in that moment, you decide it’s better if you leave him alone, though you do make sure to tell yourself to ask him about what’s bothering him after school. after all, he’s your ride home anyways.

“can you find someone else to drive you home today? i have errands to run.” jeno asks you, abruptly pulling you from your thoughts. his voice is low, slightly gruffer than usual. whatever it is must really, really have upset him.

“sure,” you say, shooting him a smile that’s - you hope - reassuring. he doesn’t return the expression, only nodding curtly before moving to pull his notebook out of his backpack. you turn away from him as well to face the board, although you find it hard for you to focus when the teacher starts to drone on and on about l’hospital’s rule.

you started the class period with no worries, and you’re going to end it with two: is your crush on jeno really that obvious? and, speaking of jeno, what’s bothering him so much? it can’t be you, can it?

[september of 2018]

“so that’s it, then?” 

jeno’s voice is steady but as sharp as a knife, and if you weren’t so angry at him you’d stop pacing to ask him if he’s doing okay. unfortunately for both of you, however, you’re pissed. extremely pissed. at him. 

“what’s it? huh? pray, tell me, what the fuck is it?”

“our friendship. it’s over, right? ever since you started hanging out with that prick yeonjun -”

“- he’s not a prick!”

“ever since you’ve started hanging out with him,” jeno continues. “you’ve had no time for me. none! i don’t care if you don’t like me back, but at the very least it would be cool if you made some goddamn time for me!” he slams his hands onto the frame of his bunk bed to emphasize his last point, but you don’t register the noise.

he likes you? jeno... likes you?

“you like me?” your voice is soft, a direct contrast to how jeno’d been speaking only moments earlier. he whips his head around to stare at you, and you see the realization of what he’s said dawn on him.

“fuck...” he murmurs, stepping back to lean against the ladder that’s build into his bed. you take the opportunity to step forward, your chest heaving as you try to let all of your anger go as you realize why jeno’s been acting the way he has.

“i’m not dating yeonjun, by the way,” you finally say once you’re directly in front of him. “how could i, when it’s always been you?”

[back to february of 2019]

“you know, it’s kind of crazy that we ended up together now, just within the last school year, after being best friends for all these years.” you say, looking up at your boyfriend. he raises an eyebrow back at you before leaning both of you over so he can grab his beer. 

“yeah? and whose fault is that?”

“both of ours? duh?” you respond, though you know he’s only messing with you. still, he just laughs before throwing a reply back at you. 

“you used to joke, calling me little brother, but something changed and now you’re my girl.” he emphasizes ‘something’ with just the right amount of pointedness, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“yeah, that something was me confessing to you, you idiot.”

“you only confessed because i told you i liked you first!” he exclaims, and you can’t help but giggle at his antics before craning your neck to press a kiss to his cheek. before jeno can capture your lips with his own, however, you hear someone mutter a ‘disgusting’ from somewhere above you.

you both look up only to come face-to-face with renjun’s video camera.

[survivor-kalymnos]

Ep. 11 - “Rain rat. Rain big rat. Ra(t)in.- Franco

Michele

sasha may have one drag race but NOT this! crazy happy but gotta focus on my new main target- F R A N C O

Dusty

AH THOSE LIL TROLLS!! Well my super idol is flushed but thank god that I had it. I really thought this was gonna be an easy round huh. Well my plan to take out one of sasha or frank came true, although maybe a bit early...I voted for Michele in the revote because she has been acting shady!!! She’s barely talked to me the last 2 rounds and every time I do I get non-answers from her. Franco told me that Michele knew about his idol and she didn’t tell me and she was the vote for frank. It’s too soon to know what’s going on

Rain

So. Much. Lying. I’m lying to FRANCO about voting for FRANK I’m lying to DUSTY about voting for DUSTY The only one who knows the truth about both is WORM. Lenny is still... chefs kiss, but I just can’t tell her things anymore. I want to go to the end with her, I think we both have incredibly winning qualities. Also, still no word from Michele about SAVING HER ASS or frank. Not even a confrontation. You better be this silent when you’re on the jury.

Frank

Franco keeps asking me if we can hash things out and work together. Like no, how many times do I have to say no. They’re the biggest threat here and they need to go now otherwise they won’t ever. I’m starting to get pissed off because they just don’t understand me saying no. Like they’ve wanted me out and I want them out and my “alliance” members want them out. All of them can’t be trusted so womp because there was some shit with that vote count but at least I can trust them more than Franco. Like we can be nice to each other and talk I’m all here for that but as far as game talk, big no, and take the hint that isn’t even a hint, it’s literally me saying no like 15 times now. 

Michele

Lenny and worm are my dream top 3 partners! We just need to make it through together. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be francos target next round but as far as I’m aware it would just be him and rain voting me out now that sasha is gone. Whenever you think you’re comfortable though this tribe has a way of turning that all upside down!! Nobody is safe not even worm! 

Michele

Posting now to laugh at how much it changes. My dream order is 7th- franco, 6th- dusty, 5th- rain, 4th- frank, 3rd/2nd-worm/eliza, winner- michele

Worm

As a Cancer rising, I'm very emotional. So it's no wonder that I have mentally changed how I feel about Franco numerous times in this game. Even after going to rocks, which fucking sucked, and being really annoyed that he always has to make every tiny thing into some huge event, I still want to work with him. Part of it because I generally like him as a person. On the other hand he is a loose cannon that I'm not sure with how he's going to play each round. But after Sasha leaving and him basically ostracizing Michele I believe that he is forced to play closely with me. he also informed me that Dusty has an idol so I know he trusts me with information like that. I also love how I put my game plan down last round of what i wanted to happened and it took a complete 180. I think I need to become Franco's Trish and help smooth out some of the damage he has done. Right now I really want to target Dusty. I feel like he is still a threat without hie super idol and with the info of him having another idol means that he is a huge threat moving forward for the next few rounds. I've learned that when an odd number of people left are the best time to make blindsides because you need less people. So all I really need is Franco, myself, rain, and Michele. But all that will depend on how willing the other two are. All I hope is that Dusty doesn't win immunity, but if he does I think I can fall back on the scapegoat of Frank and use the reasoning that because he has survived so many times the jury may look at that as he is playing a good but dangerous game but is able to survive every round. In my head I have come up with a reason for why basically anyone should be voted out and all i need to do is decide on who I want in that finale with me and how I'm gonna persuade everyone to get my targets out. Now that we are getting close to the end I need a move that I can claim as my own, but it still may be dangerous with 3 tribal after this one to do it now. I just need to do what I've been doing and adjusting my game every round to put myself in the optimal position.

Michele

POOR LENNY! Also time to vote out franco. I also forgot if I said this but Lenny and I are rataTWOille now

lenny

Here I am back on the bottom during the challenges! Still feeling fabulous though for some reason but also terrified we'll go to rocks again. Talking to everyone and making sure everyone is okay... except for frank. I find frank very difficult to hold a conversation with. :/ Anyways, praying that I don't get sent home. Also, I was so excited for worm for winning immunity. I genuinely care about everyone in the game rn (except frank not bcuz I don't like him, but he just doesn't interact with me). I am rooting for all of my tribemates!!! We're a good group of people. Unfortunately, that makes voting people out really really heartbreaking. 

Michele

Pretty sure I’m leaving at this tribal council. If I do it’ll be sad but I will be excited for jury chat except sasha! 

Franco

Day 5 of missing Eliza Day 2 of missing Sasha okay so, last tribal didn't go EXACTLY as planned, but considering how intricate the plan actually was, that many things going right is pretty impressive. I'm gonna mark it as a success! I really really wanted Sasha to stay, but, I at least live to fight another day. I'm not great at flash games. I'm kinda just okay at them. SO it was no surprise I just got 3rd in the challenge. Worm winning was great for me. He's a close ally and now we have a full range of targets to choose from on the other side. More options means more chances for me to stay. RAIN, the new love of my life, FOUND THE SECOND REHIDDEN IDOL. which is SO insane. like we really are just pulling idols out of our asses. THIS TIME we're not gonna get as messy. we're going to be smart with it. I'm still public enemy #1, and I trust Rain would use the idol on me if they thought I was the target. Now we just gotta make sure we know what's going on so we can use it correctly. We can NOT afford another tribal going awry for us. Dusty HAS to go. He has the best chance of winning and I want him OUT. He has another idol, good for 3 more votes. We just have to figure out when he's using it and when hes not so we can play around it. I want him gone this round. IN ORDER MY TARGET LIST IS AS FOLLOWS Dusty (snake, habitual liar) > Michele (rat, and i kinda pissed her off) > Frank (aggressive and refuses to even talk to me. Deadass just says no whenever I propose a deal) > Lenny (why is she... still here). I'm kinda worried about taking Worm to the end with me, but I trust him. And now I think that's more important than anything else. But damn is he playing a really good game rn.

Michele

Skskskskks it’s top 7 HOW ARE WE STILL NOT VOTING FRANCO OUT Y’ALL!!! At this point might as well hand him the crown

Franco

okay so tribal is getting messy again Dusty is throwing Michele's name out, but i don't know if he's serious. I still want him gone, but one less vote for me is not something to take lightly Michele told me straight up she might vote me. Frank is definitely voting me. Lenny is definitely voting me. That's 3 votes for sure!! and with idols and stuff we don't know whats going to actually happen. Rain found an idol. I'm so proud of them, but they just told me they're not going to play it on me??? HUH???? Like.... if your biggest ally is at risk of going home, it just seems like the right move to save them with ur idol! i understand they want it for themself but I don't wanna GO

Rain

Motherfucker my confession got eaten Anyway I told Franco I wouldn’t play my idol on him and he goes “if I go your game is ruined” Quite frankly... fuck you man that’s so rude?? Honestly I’d probably be better off without Franco; I could have worm AND Lenny AND Michele! I could be the new Franco! But less OTT! But for now I’m going to sit in the shadows waiting to be voted out. I’m going to play toward dusty and toward Michele to see if I can’t... flirt with the other side, I suppose. I’ve got my idol. That’s what counts. 

lenny

here is the sitch! so, I am currently in a group with michele and worm. I am hoping michele and I stick together. Dusty wants me in a group with them and frank. I like dusty but if they are close with frank, they would both pick each other over me.

Frank

These people really out here trying to get an OTT edit this round. Let it just be a 4-3 vote between Franco and Michele, boom simple done. Let it be and we can move forward. I know Michele, Worm, and Lenny also have an alliance but Worm said they’re voting Michele so this is spicy. I’m fine with Michele going next but Franco has to go now. Although I also want Rain gone next. Truly I’m just trying to stay safe and want to keep a low profile this round to not be in a tie for a third round in a row. 

Dusty

Things are sounding pretty crazy this round. Franco is panicking because his neck is on the chopping block. Which just means everyone’s creating drama and throwing each other under the bus. Besides all of that I still think I’ll be a simple vote. Lenny, Michele, Frank, and I will be voting for Franco while I think Franco, Worm, and Rain will be voting for Michele. Or as Worm called her, “Ratchele” 👀 Worm did also tell me about the alliance between them, Lenny, and Michele but now that Worm is flipping hopefully that bond is broken. I’m not using my idol because I don’t really think I have to worry about being voted off this tribal. Could be a mistake but it’s worth the advantage of having an idol next round.  

lenny

WOW SO MUCH DRAMA and I don't even really get what it is about. Someone is trying to stir the pot. Everything was really low-key before 1pm. So, I am going to return to that mindset. 

Franco

OKAY SO MORE HAS HAPPENED Rain rat. Rain big rat. Ra(t)in. Rain ratted out Worm and I to Dusty while we were trying to gather votes onto him. THEN tried to pin it on Michele. But we talked to Dusty and Michele and we got it confirmed that Michele didn't rat!! for once!! it was rain!! SO NOW WORM AND I ARE BRAINSTORMING. The easiest thing to do is stick with Dusty and Rain and vote out Michele, but where does that leave us next round????? IF we can flip Michele, we can vote out Dusty OR Rain as well. I really thought I could trust Rain. But they are pulling some SHADY shit this round. I'm so nervous. I just HAVE to make sure we know where the votes are going and know we have enough. If we vote wrong, my ass is gone. Rain won't idol me.