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alyssastarlight · 6 years ago

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Title: Sweet Like Candy to My Soul Author: Nikayla For: @gaycrouton, the Valentine’s Fic Exchange on Twitter Pairing: Mulder/Scully, MSR Set During: Season 4 cancer arc, though there’s very little acknowledgment of it Word Count: 4,900 Rating: M/NC-17

She swallows thickly and he can hear the faint smack of her lips when they part to take another breath. Suddenly he’s fascinated by those lips. Wholly immersed in their plumpness; the flush of their coloring, the shine left behind when she nervously licks along her top lip. Even more suddenly he’s consumed by a need to touch those lips, his hand reaching her face before he’s entirely realized the whim — fingers skimming along her jawline as his thumb whispers underneath the protrusion of her full bottom lip. Her mouth closes on an ‘M’ that doesn’t end up forming anything more.

A/N: I’m horrible at following prompts but I hope this will fulfill your v-day wishes regardless. The concept came to me in that place between awake and sleep and developed itself pretty much against my will and I hope that you and everyone else will like it. Happy Valentine’s Day! ATTHS!

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What a way to spend Valentine’s Day. Not that it really amounted to anything that different from how he normally spent it, with no girlfriend to speak of. But being caught in a blizzard at the tail end of a lackluster case, forced to stay holed up in a motel room when stepping foot outside ran the risk of coming back with icicles for eyelashes was still fairly low on his list of fantasy holidays. Were it not for the redhead whose room his adjoined to, he might have actually gone completely stir-crazy here, in a town he’d never have chosen to visit otherwise. But about said redhead.

On Hour 5 of their forced confinement there was a small rap at the door separating their rooms, the ravishing creature responsible inviting him in to hers to go over the field report she’d been typing away at. It was a welcome reprieve from flipping through the three different channels he’d managed to pull in, each one not much more than a snowy reflection of the blustering weather just outside.

Entering her room he was greeted by a handful of new sensations. The room was warm; probably no more than his but it had a sort of inviting air to it that his stale quarters lacked. Though that may have had more to do with the room’s inhabitant than whatever temperature she’d set her thermostat to. Second, the room smelled infinitely better. Again, something easily attributed more to his partner herself, as there were no candles, incense or the like around to have accounted for it otherwise. And then — there she was.

Casual Scully wasn’t something he got to experience very often. Even in a presumably casual setting she was still often found in a tailored jacket at the very least, if not a full-blown FBI regulation suit. Doing a very unregulated job of hugging her in ways he shouldn’t let himself take note of, but was guilty of nonetheless. But here in Nowhere, North Dakota, stuck in a crappy motel, Casual Scully had made her way out since he’d last spoken to her.

Wearing leggings and an old chopped up t-shirt, with her hair half clipped out of her face; a few wayward pieces breaking free to dance at her cheekbones, though he could hardly fault them for that. It was an indiscretion he himself had been guilty of; breaking away from propriety at times, indulging himself in sweeping the backs of his fingers along her cheek, hidden beneath a guise of either comfort or kindness — brushing a strand of hair from her face before she’s even noticed it had fallen out of line. Casual Scully made it more difficult than usual to resist staring, his gaze lingering in all kinds of ways inappropriate for interoffice partnerships. It was this fact that led him to notice her ten little red painted toes — the only sign he could see of her acknowledging the occasion.

As he surveyed the rest of the room he noted the mat set out just beyond the foot of the bed. She’d taken up yoga a number of weeks before — she’d told him as much, but this was his first actual glimpse into her new ritual. “I was just about to do some stretches,” she mentions offhandedly, before doing a much less off-handed job of whipping her t-shirt over her head, revealing a sports bra to match her workout bottoms. “Be my guest,” his voice does a terrible job at parroting her tone, sounding deeper and fuller than intended; though thankfully, she doesn’t seem to notice.

Retiring to the relative safety of the table in the corner of the room, her report left open on her laptop’s screen for him, he once again took the opportunity to spend more time watching her than paying attention to the work in front of him. He looked on with a kind of silent fascination — watching her small but strong form leading itself from one stretch into the next; muscle molding beneath skin. The vision she presented proved far more enticing than words on a screen, and he indulged himself deeper into this welcome distraction.

“Mulder?” Her voice rings out, and he’s certain he’s caught; that the old pretending to read a file gag has failed him. As fate would have it, he’s safe, with her gaze still angled away from him while his has lingered both inconspicuous and yet carelessly — he’s read maybe 12 words of this file and none have been subsequent. “Can you tell me if my back is straight?” She sounds forthright yet idyllic; an odd combination given the situation, but he’s not one to question it.

“Pretty close.” He answers quick, too quick — too obvious that he hadn’t just looked up when she spoke but had been following closely along as she moved from stretch to stretch. He has no idea their names but he can recall in perfect clarity exactly how she looked in each of them.

“Can you adjust me?”

A lump threatens to overtake his throat at her request, strangling his voice before he can cover it with a cough. “Shr—uhum—Sure Scully.” Moving to join her, kneeling just beside her prone form, he’s all at once taken aback by just how small she is. Tough as nails, his Scully, and yet no bigger than a sixth grader. Her size betrays her strength, he knows. He’s witnessed it. He could even say he’s witnessing it now, as she holds herself in a plank position, muscles taut and straining but strong; powerful. He knows she could knock him out if she ever wanted to. Hell, sometimes he wishes she actually would.

“Am I close?” Once again she pulls him back from whatever internal fantasy he can’t seem to let go of; her voice holding a focused innocence his can scarcely claim.

“You tell me.” Having overcome the lump, he sounds more wanton than anticipated. “Sorry...bad joke.” Deciding it would be best to move things along quickly before she can have a reaction, he finally takes in her position from a — fleetingly — objective mind. The next stretch requires a straight back, he tells himself clinically; easy enough. A warm hand lands against her and he marvels momentarily at this new perspective. He’s touched her here almost every day and yet seeing it — seeing the way his hand almost spans her right the way across, how fair and soft she is beneath her suits, the faint smattering of freckles that decorate the area... He doesn’t realize just how long he’s fallen silent; staring, cataloging, until her voice shakes him back to reality once more. “Mulder?”

“Sorry,” he mutters absentmindedly, and moves on to the task at hand.

He’s gentle with her — not that he needs to be; but the compulsion is there all the same. He’s delicate as he maneuvers each area, setting her shoulders just so, pressing softly against her mid-back to correct the slightly convex curvature there. Reaching her lower back again he is struck just as he’d been the first time, summarily distracted from his task of righting her spine’s position; lost within the creamy expanse of Scully skin. He feels more than hears her intake of breath when his fingertips gently wander down her vertebrae, re-misaligning her upper back, requiring he correct it once again.

“Sorry.” She mimics him from before, and her voice holds a quality he somehow can’t quite pinpoint; a borderline somewhere between distraction and...something else. Continuing where he left off, he passes over her lower back, memorizing the curve without the hindrance of fabric to interrupt his mapping of her. Her spine is slightly bowed here, dipped inward from the posture she’s trying to achieve; and he realizes the only way to actually right this is to reach beneath her, palming her stomach to ease her into alignment. He leaves one hand behind to provide a counterbalance, the other bracing itself just over her navel, feeling the rigidity in her abdominal muscles as he finishes repositioning her.

“Looks good to me.” There’s no way to disguise the way his voice has lowered since he last spoke; an all too obvious indication of what touching her could do to a man. He can’t help noting how she looks to be fairing no better, with a slight tremor visible in her stance as she attempts to control her breath. “Thank you.” Her voice shakes just as perceptibly as she is; slight, but it’s there. She holds the stretch for a thirty count, and he’s made no move to leave her side even when she’s finished. She drops a knee to the mat and lets out a languished breath, then turns to sit facing him. Neither has said a word for the last minute or more, and electric molecules buzz in the air like the flurries just outside her window.

Her eyes are deadly focused on his, though his own have taken up a residence alongside his thumb for the time being. He watches diligently at the way her lip gives under the insistent pressing of his thumb; her breath a hot little cloud moistening the digit along with her lips. Growing braver or perhaps just more foolish, he moves up, to fully experience the satiny impact of her lip head on — feeling her breath shake all the while she allows him this great indulgence. And indulge he does.

“What made you take up yoga?” He asks as though he isn’t currently tracing his partner’s uniquely perfect pout. But a very unpartner-like behavior only breeds more unpartner-like conduct. She swallows again, the action parting her lips once more; though his thumb has still yet to leave their pillowy expanse, simply moving back to outlining the brim of her lower lip once more. His fingers have taken up a more serious attachment to her jawline, and he makes no indication of removing them to make this any easier on her. He can see the mix of shock dancing in her eyes — shock at what he’s doing, perhaps even shock at herself for so freely allowing what he’s doing, and shock that he’s chosen this moment to ask about her exercise habits.

She swallows again and he can feel the sensation just below his fingertips where they graze against her throat. Her lips look as though she’s going to question him. ‘Mulder what are you doing?’, ‘Mulder why are you touching me like this?’, ‘Mulder why haven’t I stopped you?’. He silently prepares himself for — he wouldn’t call it rejection, but it will certainly end up feeling that way. He’s in this just as she is; shock mixing around his mind, at his own audacity, brazenness, at her lack of rebuff until now. But she surprises him yet again — her voice coming out with what looks like a great effort to remain unaffected, but ending up sounding altogether very, very affected.

“It was suggested to me...” His Scully is stronger than any man or woman he’s ever known. Her fortitude astounds him almost daily, but no more than it does in this moment. Perhaps later he’ll tell himself it was that fortitude that spurred him on — a voiceless challenge to rattle those fortifications, push past those braces before she shores herself up impenetrably. Yes that must be the reason he finds himself tugging her closer, his hand having moved to the back of her neck before he fully realizes it; but how can anyone expect anything of him when he’s just felt the first brush of contact of her lips and his? She draws in a quick gasp of breath at the connection, which he’s almost certain amounted to little more than drawing in his exhale; CO2 invading her lungs as his tongue makes its first bid at invading her mouth.

All at once she lets him, even meets him halfway; her tongue colliding with the wet intrusion of his — a first kiss to end all others. It’s slow and soft, yet achingly erotic. This suddenly sensual creature before him never fails to surprise him. Thinking back he could argue that she’s always been sensual — wholly feminine, more beautiful than he’d allow himself to acknowledge — never wanting to reduce her to a mere sensual being, when she was that and so, so so much more; most especially to him. But the kiss — the kiss cements her in his mind as an utterly beautiful, utterly sensual woman. He’ll be hard-pressed to extract her in any other state now, with the way her hands have suddenly clutched into his t-shirt, leveraging herself closer to him; he’ll be hard-pressed indeed.

“Mulder...” his name finally makes it out, but not like he expected. It isn’t ‘Mulder what are you doing?’ it’s ‘Mulder keep doing what you’re doing or I’ll shoot you again.’ Okay maybe not exactly that, but his mind has a mind of its own now and it’s decidedly run away with him. Taken whatever it was that held him back from her for this long and blown it sky high. His hands reach for her waist and pull her in a swift, clean motion; her slight weight flying across the short distance between them until she’s in his lap, knees pressed in to the carpet and lips at a much better angle for him to kiss. She draws in another quick breath at the relocation, but seems just as appreciative to be closer now than just in arm’s reach. Her hands are in his hair and she’s flush against his chest, and she’s just as intent on keeping this going as he is.

A soft, little sound escapes her lips and goes right to his groin. A moan, you idiot — his brain tells him late. You just made Dana Scully moan with a kiss. The realization suddenly brings a smile to his lips, which makes a momentary mess of their kiss. But then she’s smiling too, as though his were infectious and she’s caught it — lock, stock, and barrel. The only cure is to kiss her deeper, drawing another mewling sound from her throat, which makes the same trek downwards just as her hips shift above him. They both feel it — the palpable inevitability of what comes next if they don’t stop this now. His heart lurches at the thought of stopping anything they’re doing right now, and she must sense it; allaying his fear in a single phrase.

“Bed now.”

Her words come out fast, almost too fast for him to register initially. He hears them late, but his body seems to have a mind of its own too; already having gathered her up, mere milliseconds from depositing her on the bed before it registers that this is what she asked for — her body receiving his with a contented sigh. Her legs wrap around his waist and he’s trapped; locked in to her embrace and he’s never felt better, safer, more accepted than he does in this moment. Scully has always accepted him, accepted his faults, his penchant for running off; she hates it but she accepts it all the same. She doesn’t seem to be hating this now though, when he rolls his hips and makes contact against her, she certainly doesn’t seem to be hating this at all.

The friction throws a wrench into their otherwise picture-perfect kiss. They have a rhythm developed already; born perhaps out of dancing around one another so close for so long — it’s instinctive. They know when the other needs a breath, and when breath is the least of their priorities. A kiss; deep, and long, is of much greater importance right now, and he’s chosen then to throw her off her game. Her fingers clench tighter into his hair, as though to steady herself — he’s caused yet another misalignment from touching her this way, and it’s his responsibility alone to fix it.

Without warning he breaks the kiss completely; her eyes fling open and her breath dislodges from her chest on a sudden outward journey. But it’s just as quickly pulled back in; his lips have only relocated — dropped to her throat to do a more than satisfactory job of kissing her there. He feels her begin to melt beneath his ministrations, turning to magma beneath his lips; molten hot and percolating at his touch. She is in sharp contrast to the rage of weather still outside; all but trapping them here, and at least partly responsible for setting this in motion.

His hands finally take initiative to do the same; moving from her waist to engulf her breasts, causing another moan to plant itself in her throat, and her teeth to bury themselves in her kiss-swollen lip to prevent it from fully surfacing. This only proves to spur him on more. He wants that moan — wants to hear it full force; feel it vibrate his very being and know he was the cause. He finds her nipples through Lycra fabric, kneads at them with his thumbs as his hips drive into hers on a soft roll; and that does it. The moan breaks free and she clutches him tighter. The moan sounds like his name and when he repeats the motion again, it is. “Mulder.”

He decides then and there his name has never sounded better, and likely never will again.

She begins to writhe beneath him, growing impatient and only more aroused the longer he takes to give her anything more than petting through material. But he isn’t quite done with it yet. One hand leaves her breast, much to her dismay. She tells him of such with an impatient whimper and an almost painful grasp of his hair. It turns to speaking when his hand moves between her legs; a supplication to God himself, and he’s almost tickled that he’s caused her to bring Him in to this.

He strokes at her clothen center — the scorch of her emanating through the layers still between them, bordering on incendiary. She writhes again and her hand joins the one still at her breast, grapples at him until he grips her tighter; a vision of desperation he will never get out of his head. He decides suddenly, to put her out of her misery. His hand slinks past elastic and cotton, and finally touches the flaming ember between her thighs. Three large fingers stoke her very core, eliciting the most beautiful moan he thinks he’s ever heard; three parts pleasure one part repose — it says finally, something more substantial.

The pads of his fingers run up and down the length of her, yet to focus on one place. For the time being it seems to be enough for her; as she lets her soft, mewling sounds leave her lips freely now, and tells him in a kind of Morse code through her tightening and loosening grip on his hair when and where it feels just right.

“Get this off.” He plucks at the perimeter of her sports bra, suddenly aware that he has still yet to see her breasts and that that simply won’t do. He sits up just enough to give her the room required to remove it but not so much as to break the connection of his hand between her legs. She seems most appreciative of that fact, and rewards him with a cross of her arms and a tug of fabric; the bra is lost beyond the bed and her breasts are finally free — her panting breath causing them to rise and fall gently, somehow making them appear even more enticing. “God Scully.” It’s the only reaction that comes to mind. Give it up to the big man, if he really is up there; if he really is responsible for these perfect, cherry-tipped breasts before him.

His hand returns to her first — molding along her flesh in a way he’d be lying if he said he never thought of doing before this moment. But as most merely imagined things are, it’s better than he ever could have predicted. She’s soft but firm under his hand; warm, welcoming flesh accepting his touch ardently. She flushes under the weight of his gaze and grasp on her — a pretty, pink tinge trailing out across her skin. But despite the blushed hue she is still his immutable partner. “Need this off you.” She grabs for his t-shirt and he’s forced to let go of her to aid in her removing of it. It’s narrowly out of sight before she’s clutching at his flesh, dragging him back down to her; to her waiting chest and lips. Her hands encircle as much of his back as she can reach, fingers press in to lines of muscle and tendon, and the nails of one hand light sparks along his scalp — actions all intended to draw him close, closer; keep him there, keep him kissing her — as if he would stop unless it were her express wish that he did.

His thumb sweeps along the side of her face, this time needing no excuse or wayward tendril to do so. She hums in contented recognition of the overt tenderness of the gesture; kisses him earnestly, matches him equal in her tenderness, as though he deserves nothing less. His heart clinches momentarily, at the thought that she could love him. That on this day of love and bad greeting cards she’d choose to receive the former from him, and return him hers in commensurate measure. He peppers kisses along her cheeks, her jaw; drawing a giggle out of her the likes of which he’s never heard. He can’t resist retracing his steps to kiss her effervescent mouth — to hold some of her laugh inside him forever, as once it entered him he would never surrender it to the harshness of the world ever again.

Her fingers trace a blazing trail down the column of his spine, ending somewhere near his mid-back as she runs out of arm length to reach any further. Diminutive, he’s reminded; and as if she senses his thoughts through some tongue convertible telepathy, she uses her strength to flip him onto his back. Her eyes sparkle — diminutive my ass, Agent Mulder. His petite, achingly pretty partner has finally knocked him on his ass; and she looks particularly proud of herself for doing so. Her hands reach for his belt and it’s game on again. No more verbose silent soliloquies written like odes unto her beauty. At least not for the moment.

With his belt gone she makes quick work of the button and zip of his jeans; extricates herself from him, much to his dismay, but it’s only in necessity to remove the garment, and drop it in a muffled denim thump onto the carpet. Her leggings are next to go; her hips wiggling side to side as she works the snug fabric down her toned, peaches and cream colored legs. He sits up swiftly before she can deal with the rest herself — he wants this privilege; wants it burned inside his very eyelids, so on every blink he gets the split-second reminder, of just what it was like to strip Dana Scully of the last of her underthings.

He sits at the edge of the bed with her fixed between his legs. He kisses the curve of her waist, drags his mouth along the path to her hip, takes her waistband into his teeth and softly snaps it against her. She laughs again, softly; and tangles a hand back into his hair. She indulges his monumental levels of patience even while she has no such monuments of her own. When he finally raises his hands to grasp and pull the fabric down her legs she lets out a sigh; something between relief and a dash of apprehension. There’s no going back now.

He kisses along her sternum but his eyes are decidedly skywards. But this time he’s not looking to the sky for intangible spacecraft hovering above — he’s looking to her. He holds her in place with the weight of his gaze alone. It says to her that this is about you, us; not just him or what lies between her legs. She dips down just enough to kiss him, with the softest kiss they’ve yet to share. The impossible pillow of her lips accepts his own in a cradle akin only to a cloud. He is truly discovering unidentified objects here; flying along with her to light the way.

Her lack of patience has finally begun to catch up with her; and she tugs at the top of his boxers, the turgid, solid length of him breaking free. His shorts have barely reached his calves before her hand has grasped the fullness of him; taking up a slow, rhythmic manipulation of flesh that leaves him burdened with a desperate sort of longing to surge up into the vise of her grip.

“Scully—” His hands take up a similar vise grip of her waist; the rest of his sentiment conveyed only through the fervor in his eyes. Now it’s her turn to put him out of his misery — when she’s in his lap again and the heat of her is engulfing him inch by solid inch. His lips find her breast as she adjusts atop him; accepts him all the more than she’s already done. Her fingers clutch at his shoulders as she works her way down, back up and down again; each time taking more until he’s buried totally inside her and never wants to come back out.

He kisses her again and swallows up her humming; the soft sounds she’s begun making as she sets out a rhythm with him. His hands hoist her gently by the hips to aid in her cadence, and pull her back down in parallel motion; sinking deeply into her waiting warmth and besetting a quiver into her pliable construction. Her rhythm starts to falter even with his helping hands, strength waning as pleasure takes a stronger hold.

“Mulder...” her bliss-racked voice beseeches him; so he rolls and moves them back up the bed, lets her take residence up below him once again, drives his hips into hers like before but this time the connection is palpable — sweaty and authentic, and he’s in rapture all the more. He looks on in fascination at his length disappearing into her — sees the flush creep back in all over now; a full body blushing and he just has to see her face. She’s grown pinker and more wanton since he’s switched their positions, enjoying her view of his form just as he is hers. They share a lust-addled smile before he’s on her again; kissing her hungrily as his hips roll and smack into hers in a delicious dizzying stroke, touching places within her that make her break the kiss to moan and wriggle before just as desperately returning to his lips for just a bit more.

His hands engulf her breasts again; thumbs thoroughly titillating her pert nipples until she’s using any leverage she has to thrust her hips downwards to meet his halfway — anything to tear more pleasure from their joining. Her sounds have been reduced to mere whimpers now; hands clutching desperately for a hold, something to keep her on the precipice, anything to feel like this just a little longer. He stops the overstimulation he’d committed to her breasts, instead focusing on a caress of her hips, her waist, the middle of her chest and even up to her throat. Whatever he can do to extend her pleasure, he’ll do it. He changes the angle of his hips slightly and she all but yelps. “Right there, Mulder—God.” His thrusts steadily hit her in just that spot and she’s quivering again — teeth chattering, nails digging in to his flesh, her voice growing higher and more desperate than he’s ever heard her. His own pleasure is fast surfacing; a wave ready to break on the rocks at any moment, barely holding back but using all his remaining strength to do so.

The inevitable is approaching; fast, and faster still. He knows she’s close but still needs something — that final push into oblivion, and he finds it with his thumb. He smooths the pad of it along her apex, unearths the diamond of nerves at her medial and rubs circles against it until she’s convulsing internally; spasming around him in the most beautiful fashion, and then he’s spilling over too — cresting white waves against the beach, her name on his lips like she were a prayer. And God, for him. She is.

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cow3survivor · 4 years ago

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Episode 1 Pt. 1: “Playing A Game With A Fresh Slate” - Jessica

JESSICA

chamomile

JABARI

So im a little slow with names to start but everyone seems chill and nice to be around. I hope I can find some like-minded people here

JESSICA

Hello hello hello, it is Jessica here with a confessional. I don't know a single soul in this game except for Silver and we are not even on the same tribe. I also barely know him so it's basically like I'm playing a game with a fresh slate! It's nice because I feel like I used to have a Reputation with a capital R and sometimes that made it difficult to play the way I wanted (which is chaotically but in a cute way). But since no one knows me... I can use whatever strategy I want and hopefully they don't see it coming. I am tied for the oldest person here. Everyone is college aged (or even HIGH SCHOOL aged? Didn't know people still did that) so I do not know what we are going to talk about. My only interests are taxes and coffee, things that kids these days know nothing about! Also I am only allowed one teenager friend without it being weird and that person is Zach so I will just vote out the rest of the teenagers in this cast. The tribe wants to play pictionary later so I am going to join that and wow them all with my art skills. All right that's it, that's my confessional for this round. I probably won't even need to write any more until merge because I will be immune every round :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) I am manifesting that it will happen

CLOUD

my tribe is seeming kinda dry</3 but thats okay im here to be insane and annoying not to win

SHANE

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1IyGBdqi4OzsqrfedJim18OWhn-K1A5Lp/view?usp=sharing

PENNINO

I'm coming into this game with the mentality of "you need to write a vl everyday, a confessional every day and communicate with everyone every day. I don't think I know anyone on my tribe apart from Nicole and Silver, who I am looking forward to possibly work with. I'm the youngest as always. Jabari seems worried about the image he gives off. Nash looks like that chatty archetype, someone you can go to vent to. Mikey was pretty excited to not be the youngest. Jake seems like a pretty nice guy. His first ORG, and with 15 orgs under my belt, I think I actually can help, but he loves survivor so he must know the strategies. I think I know jones from other ORGs, but she wasn't very active today. Or maybe I just wasn't awake for it. Jennet seems like a cool person I'd like to talk to. Same goes for Lindsay. As for Brookesia, I couldn't help but notice that Ethan reminds me of someone, I just don't know why. No thoughts on Daisy, Lovelis, Sam, or Shane. Jessica is giving me a strange vibe. She's gonna get to swap/merge, and in those later days, I think she has the possibility to become a villain. Or maybe that's gonna be me hehehehe. Cloud spoke in ITALIAN in their Intro Video and I'M EXCITED CAUSE MAYBE THEYRE ITALIAN. Madison is someone I know from another ORG and great person, may not get to even meet her, she may get booted out pre-swap. Everyone knows Sammy, may be considered as a liability and I do too. I'm hella scared of him, but I just hope Brookesia sees the threat before I'm on a tribe with him. And then there's Pete. Ughhhhhh whyyyyyy. Bitch you can't make that show up on my screen at 2 am and expect me not too have nightmares. May be just all for show and he may be voted out first. For now, let's just try to make friends. I could just go to Jake or Silver. I don't know yet, I still have to talk with everyone

NICOLE

So? This is overwhelming a bit. I haven’t played survivor in almost a year and really didn’t think I’d be playing any more games. Yet, here I am! And it’s very weird, because I like everyone so far on a surface level which means I might be the weakest member of the tribe? I don’t think that’s how that works. I’ve been talking to Jake a bit, Lindsay a bit, Pennino a bit, then I love Nash and Jones. Jennet and I were active at different times I think so I haven’t gotten to speak to them yet but I have watched them play Toy Story! And Jabari was really nice but we talked about the weather and the weather only so uh..we are gonna have to talk more. In a big game like this you have to have the personality and active time to move forward so, I’m trying to show people I have that. It’s just real hard to do so, and also Silver...he is hard to keep up with. I’ve been hosting him for the past month and I just find it difficult to find an in to align with him on, not really trying to align with him honestly. But I feel like I’d probably do good at pretending to align with him, which is all that matters right? In terms of the other tribe...kisses all of them. Sammy? Love of my life. Daisy? Love of all our lives. Like, these are super likable people! So it’s a little worrisome to have big personalities over there, I really hope they don’t eat each other before a swap can happen. Especially Madison and Daisy, both of them have a tendency to uh...stick with the men...and vote out the women. So I’m really hoping history doesn’t repeat because I’d love to work with both of them! I feel like I’m solid if I can find a way to keep communication constant this round and show I can help out. I feel like rallying the girls and the theys this round may be an opportunity. I feel bad because Silver is doing all this and I know sammy is a graphic designer LOL Speaking of he should be working on my book cover not this game...anyway I’m gonna go back to sleep for an hour before work but I hope this tribe shows an inact soon because I’m starting to feel like the weakest link 😳

PETE

so right off the bat i’m really vibing with Ethan we immediately found our shared love for Bowser & Roadhog as our gay dads aw ♡ also talked to sammy since we have a little history but we’re cool i really think it’ll go well this time around at least i hope

(a little later)

IM SO HDDJ NICOLE IS HERE SHES GONNA KILL MEEEEEEEEEE IM DELETING BYE

LINDSAY

i recorded this very late so im sorry if its a mess:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/17C9vr8lGOFOx02Dg1_RrnYf4FznoVcYY/view?usp=sharing

Also to add one pennino immediately started interrogating me about people i didnt like and is generally not giving me great vibes like dude. chill it down on the aggression. you gotta make a connection w people before you start doing shit like that and we definitely didn't have one yet. obviously i vagued him (while giving him just a little bit of tea so it wasnt intensely obv i was vaguing) but dude... dont do that shit. we ain't even know if we goin' to tribal yet what the fuck.

ETHAN

Charan's Hot Confessional Questions for Leafy (Charan is my diary room buddy <3) :dance: 1. You've had the evening to get to meet your new tribemates! Who are you connecting with? Who are you struggling to connect with? How did the Tribe VC go? I feel like I am getting my foot in the door with most of them, so rather than saying who I am connecting super well with, I will say Kiki is the only one who I haven't had a conversation with. They got back from work right after everything happened, and I was already asleep, and they have not messaged me back yet today. The tribe vc was fun! I love vcs, as my diary room buddies RYAN and CHARAN know, as they are a way to make even deeper connections, and talk about things more efficiently. VCs are also a way to more quickly understand the personalities of who I am talking with, so I got a lot of info quickly. Super excited because my tribe looks awesome! :dance: 2. How do you personally assess your gameplay? Where do you think your strengths lay, especially in the early premerge? In what ways do you find yourself capitalizing on those strengths to keep yourself safe? My gameplay is 100% rooted in my social maneuverability. I try to understand those I play with, and preferably, have them as allies. Even if they aren't allies, if I understand how they think, I will be able to anticipate how they will act and react to certain scenarios. So far I hope to use my social game to keep me out of harm's way, as I don't need to be in control, I just can't be the one to go. If things go well, I will naturally be in a more powerful position as people come to trust me, but I can never be seen as going for one or being in one. Perception is everything, and on day 1, I am going for the perception that I am a nice volleyball coach with a passion for education, and I am just somebody who wants to have fun and make new friends. That is all true, and that is all I need to be! :dance: 3. I personally have 0 clue how idols/advantages are obtained in this org. Do you expect it to be difficult or easy? And does the easiness of finding idols factor into your gameplay at all? Or are you used to playing without having to rely on advantages? I expect this to be difficult. My luck in life and ESPECIALLY in orgs is abysmal. This system is rooted in luck but also social prowess, so I can set myself up the best I can socially but ultimately it is a luck-based system. I am not anticipating on finding anything this season if this is the only way to find things, but more importantly, I just need to know who finds what and when. I am used to playing without advantages, and just need to know who has them in order to adapt my gameplay to them. :dance: 4. Lastly, tell me about your day! What did u do that made u feel happy about today and what're ur plans for tomorrow? My day has been good so far! I told one of my volleyball teams that I coach about this, and they said they want to be in my video confessional, so maybe that will be coming soon :eyes:. I love what I do and coach a LOT of hours, so if I am not typing in here I am likely doing that. In addition to that, the semester is winding down for school, so hopefully, soon I will have less school work and I can focus on this and on coaching. For tomorrow I play to more deeply integrate myself socially, and start to talk game with people!

JENNET

i fear i will not click with my tribemates... im easy to get along with but idk if these people will like me

JAKE

https://youtu.be/Q3eDyTryE0g when I tell y'all I've had it....

JENNET

I feel like nobody hears me when i speak :(( i dont wanna sound like a toddler but hopefully its just my insecurities and they do enjoy me

(a little later)

Silver is kinda... hmmm kinda weird i dont like to isolate people or be mean but that’s just something i noticed. i do enjoy having somebody that’s awkward around bc it does take the edge/pressure off me being awkward

(after an afternoon of swimming)

this is such a different experience than what im used to.... nobody really messages me like at all and ive reached out but idk-

JESSICA

Well we are here on day three doing an immunity challenge. I hope we win! Today's song of the day is: HELLO by Allie X (I have listened to it 30 times this morning alone).

So far I like my tribe enough. I find people are falling into two categories: active/chatty or quieter/a little more difficult to talk to. In category one we have:

- Ethan: One of my favourite people to talk to so far, really liking him.

- Sammy: The only person I've talked any strategy with. I really like that out of the gate he was like "hey let's not waste time, let's STRATEGIZE". Since he was the one that brought that up first, I'm thinking I might go to him today (whether we win immunity or not) and see what he thinks about starting an official alliance with any of the people in category 1 (or anyone at all really)

- Daisy: Daisy seems very sweet and is easy to talk to. I really like her!

- Lovelis: Oh my gosh.... at first I was like hmmm not sure what my opinion is of this guy. But then we realized we are both from the FB Org community and now we are hitting it off! He said he cheered for me when I played Kingdoms Collide.

- Pete: Umm I don't really have a read on Pete but he does reply pretty quickly when I message him.

And then in the not so active group:

- Sam: Sam is actually here quite a bit but I've found he's a little difficult to talk to. He doesn't move conversations forward a lot. However we have been bonding over the evil that is braces/retainers so now he is opening up a bit.

- Shane: For some reason, I keep thinking he is also named Ethan? Not sure why. Shane is fine but same as Sam; not great at keeping conversations moving forward.

- Cloud: Okay I love Cloud. They are great and I really want to talk to them more! But they are also a little spotty with how much they're online. I would not want to vote them out if we lost but I also would not necessarily stop others if they wanted to.

- Madison: She is not here very much and doesn't seem to be putting in the effort when she is. Like she's left me on read already and in the span of 48 hours (or however long it's been since the game started) we have barely spoken at all and I've had to start the convo twice. I'd probably most want to vote her out if we lost.

In an ideal perfect wonderful world, we will win immunity and that gives me more time to try and subtly get some form of alliance going. I don't want to be the one to push it directly so I'm going to try and get Sammy to suggest it to people.

Usually I find I get two placements in games: I make it to merge as a non-threat and then kill it in the second half + go really far or I play too big too fast and by late pre-merge/early merge, I'm taken out. The only times I've gone into merge with a threat label and still won, I either won every single immunity (what's up, Jordan Pines!) or I had a once in a lifetime alliance. In my experience, it's way easier to play from a non-threatening position where everyone likes you.

I used to have that strategy down perfectly but it's been a few years so let's see if I still remember how the heck you win Survivor!

PETE

BYE IM GOING HOME LITERALLY I ONLY SCORED LIKE TWICE MY ASS IS FUCKING DEAD FUUUUUUUUCK

JONES

:pensive_cow: So we get on the beach and like omg I arrive like,, two hours later than everyone else but that’s all gucci idrc ab that but IN HINDSIGHT NOW feel like such an outsider on this TRIBE????????? It’s all internal I think. I haven’t done anything to make me an outsider other than be super super busy and preoccupied but I FEEL SO WEIRD :((( idk!! It might also be an age thing tho,, Bc it seems like a lot of people on my tribe are like 14-18 or smth like that I feel like the weird aunt who lives down the block!!! These kids make me SICK!!! But ya. It’s not like I have no one tho I’m just v v sad and feel rlly tuned out of everyone’s thoughts ajdkdkdkdk but uhm. 👉👈 first impressions cast assessment:

Jabari- have NOT had the chance to pm her 1 on 1 yet, but she was on call for a hot minute yesterday after the challenge was released!! She gave Lindsay some insight on the flash game which I thought was super super neat :) Jake - I definitely think on first impression he’s trying to take on a bit more of a savior leadership type position by organizing everyone for the immunity challenge and trying to make his own quirky cute flag too, but idk if we rlly like ? Need a leader rn ? I get it’s in good conscience but it’s a lil unnecessary. I do think he’s super super sweet tho and I loved his flag :) Mikey - this boy. JSJDJDKKD I think he’s TOTALLY FINE don’t get me WRONG but idk why he was like ,,, unintentionally lowkey shady??????? JAJDJFJFK LIKE when Jake’s flag came into consideration one of the first things Mikey said was smth like “well the judges might think it’s more illustration than a flag” LIKE AKSKSKSK ITS NOT A BIG DEAL ITS A FUCKING FLAG ANJSKS I think it might be,, an age thing or just him wanting his flag to be used which is FINE but it’s a reward challenge and it’s flagmaking it’s not,, the biggest deal ankskdksks I do appreciate his work ethic tho :3

Jennet - I’ve never heard bad things ab jennet so I’m RLLY EXCITED to get to meet them esp since they’re also kinda involved w fast twitter and whatnot but I feel like they kinda came in rlly hot? Like “I’m here to play this for real” I think Is what they said which isn’t totally fine but it’s also like,,, yes. Cool. Idk what it means ig hsjsjsj idk they’re v fun tho :)) definitely wanna work w them long term

Nicole - i Keep thinking Nicole is my emotional support counselor I’m so happy she’s here but I don’t wanna strictly rely on her ya feel (I don’t think I am rn Bc I think I have at least 2 solid allies anskkdkd but I don’t want to have to fall on Nicole Bc shes my friend yk)

Nash - is never rlly online :(( they messaged me yesterday and I messaged them back but they never respondedddddddddd Ik they said they napped but! Where are u I miss u

Pennino - this boy. ANDKFKDKDK he’s the kind of person that will respond to PMs w one word sentences and then go fking off in tribe chat like his life depends on it AJDKDKKDD I don’t see myself bonding w him that well tbh :( I think in the end it’s probs an age thing but he def seems nice and excited to play

Silver - at first I loved his intro,, filled me w joy,, but when I messaged him a bit later I felt like our convo was kinda stale? But THEN yesterday on call?? Chefs kiss I love silver sm. He said he wants to work w me too so BONUS??????? YES!!

Lindsay - this is it folks. This is the one. I love Lindsay sm. I haven’t had a great first impression convo w anyone like lindsay in a long long LONG ass time and I’m so. Appreciative. We both have said we wanna work w each other and I’m so so excited GOD lindsay is so incredible

But ya have to go back to work kiss me on the lipz

DAISY

https://youtu.be/TI72H8w-EK8

JENNET

flopped the immunity comp so i fear i may be next :/// i havent really made an connections this is sick

#cowsurvivor #confessionals

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firefliiedarch · 5 years ago

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✧ ; personality & alignment

i really do suppose that i should talk about her alignment given that i thought about certain situations that made me realise that she is a very morally grey person . there is a reason for this . most of it is how she sees herself as a person , but some of it is how she really came to be as a person - her experiences .

SOME HISTORY.

before we can talk about ammy's alignment , i think there should be an understanding on who she was / is as a person . mainly because this is a girl that has had to go through a lot in her life . but i should point out that she wasnt always a jaded girl .

i will ATTMEPT to keep this short , but i really cannot talk about her without talking about her past so its a bit hard to like not go into it . so i apologise that this is so very long .

evayne had a voice at one point . a relatively beautiful voice too . also a bit hypnotic . not so much to like put people to sleep but it definitely was something that turned heads . it was soft & smooth . but there was a sort of melancholy that MADE people feel her emotions . in a sense , she had a way with her words to make people feel in ways they couldnt . this was neither good nor bad . it just . . . was . though she never really truly purposely wanted others to feel how she felt , it was her means to express her feelings . and normally through song . so this led her to have quite the interested ‘fanbase’ of those who wanted her to perform & sing .

the problem with this is that she wasnt really having any desire to be a performer . she was an orphan and she was homeless , but she didnt seek out to performing in the streets . even as a kid , she was very shy & nervous . along with her partially frail health as a kid , she didn’t really have the means to be one . so she really avoided the public streets as best as she could . she wanted to do good . despite what had happened with her family , she just wanted to be a good person . she did eventually find sanctuary in a church ( as well as some libraries both inside & outside of the church as well ) .

while she was seemingly accepted in the church , she felt nervous being in them . a feeling she really wouldn’t understand much about until later . not only that but there was a bit of pressure to have her join the choirs since other tasks proved to be relatively difficult for her & many of the members believed she would do well singing hymns . so atop of like being nervous with the church , she also felt that pressure of responsibility to return their generosity at times . while im sure they meant well , & didn’t really want her to feel forced , she still knew even as a kid that there were things that she would disagree .

she did begin to delve a little into magic and sorcery , as she noticed that she had a knack for magic so she though she would try to practice and master it . it helped that it kind of brought her out of he nervous bubble because she really did genuinely have a skill for it . wich the church noticed but soon eventually seemed to like .... be somewhat controlling of what she could or could not do .

keep in mind that her magic was empowered by her lineage - which the church SEEMED to know about but still kept that knowledge from her . knowledge that she would find out about OUTSIDE of the church . though the church was the one that did help her find her familiar & helped her out because while she couldn’t really be in the church often anymore , they still gave her a place to stay and a small allowance .

her feelings turned out to not just be insecurities as she got older because she began to find out more of her own heritage . she then really genuinely didnt feel at all comfortable staying with the church , especially when she also began to look deeper into historical archives that werent really with the church but found outside of it ( basically forbidden texts ) .

she had also had met her ‘master’ this way as well . or rather , it was her master that had found her . yes he was a necromancer . & did he have ulterior motives with evayne ? of course . he knew who she was - rather ... what she was . & found her to be the perfect subject for what he wanted . so yea , he may or may not have messed with a few things . one of them being that he managed to convince the church through an anonymous tip that evayne was practicing dark magic & was planning the demise of the church .

this isn’t to say that she was ‘intrigued’ by dark or evil magic & wanted to fully turn to just using dark magic , but she simply just wanted a better and more just way of seeing the bigger picture - something that the church wouldn’t give to her that she believed she needed to know . because otherwise , she would not be able to understand her own heritage . which happened to have dark historic roots in them .

needless to say , some people were not relatively happy about it . partially because well . she WAS looking into the darker side of things . originally they were going to have to sentenced to death , but due to her voice being able to make others feel empathy , she managed to slip out of that . i will not go into detail , but she really did get scared about it . enough to the point where she began to have doubt about who really gave the truth and what really was good or bad . but it wasn’t enough to like .... fully convince her to go to her master just yet . he needed to do a little more pushing .

it was when he figured out a way to have evayne lose her voice that he did manage to get her broken at her lowest & reshape her . no , he wasn’t the one to take her voice away , but he was a primary reason for why she lost her voice - something she kind of knows about to an extent though doesn’t blame him for her lost voice . because in reality , he didn’t take it , somebody else did .

i know this is getting long & i am getting a wee bit tired so uh ... im gonna try to make this quick .

her master while extremely evil . did have some good in him . he did treat evayne like a daughter . albeit he mentally and emotionally abused her & broke down her soul , he was manipulative , he still managed to teach her how to use magic without her voice . he helped her relearn skills , & he did tell her about her heritage . though he kept saying phrases like ‘ you don’t want people to think you’re a monster do you ? ’ & ‘ don’t you want to get back at those who took your voice ? ’ to really get at her . she was emotionally compromised but there was also the threat that he would take her familiar away forever if she didn’t listen .

look . i am not saying her master was a good guy . he isn’t . his alignment was EVIL . obviously , but he genuinely did have a problem with anybody hurting her . ( granted was he going to kill her anyway ? yes , that was his initial plan . but he was also very fond of her & extremely interested of what she could do so he wanted her on his side ) he did give her a home . he never physically hurt her . he taught her things that she will be forever grateful for , but he doesn’t own her & it took FOREVER for her to break away from him . it really did hurt her though because she never felt more alone after doing so , but she knew she had to .

PERSONALITY.

NOTE : this is just a run down of her and who she is as a person .

so as a kid : evayne wasn’t so much bubbly . like she never was , but she was a bit more ... open to others ? she was shy & soft , yes . easily spooked but was really a good child . she really just wanted to be a good girl to anybody as well as just be helpful to those around her . weak & sick , yes , it took some time for her to like get used to it too . she was always apologising too which kind of stuck with her .

as a teenager / young adult ( times right before & while she was with her master ) : very quiet . nervous / anxious . a little paranoid . though she was still very curious . she was still open to learning new things . did get a little frustrated too quickly with things that clearly irked her . didn’t really have the best poker face though it was already beginning to get there . at this point she still genuinely valued life but she also valued truth as well . did get a little upset when things didn’t go her way or when shit hit the fan .

now : so her paranoia honestly worsened . she was absolutely broken . definitely suffers from ptsd but shes a little better ? maybe ? she’s also developed a mood disorder though it’s not extremely severe at times - though she does have moments where it is pretty bad . she does genuinely think that most people have ulterior motives so she always has that ‘what do you want’ look to her face . she still doesnt have the patience for some things but she has better patience for it . definitely a lot more careful . extremely observant . she is still extremely curious !!! she still can be very kind . actually she still is very soft & tender , especially to those she admires & adores .

other things to note : evayne is genuine & does consider before like ... acting out of her decisions . she does treat people with at least the common decency though you have to earn her respect . you approach her then its on her terms , if she approaches you , however , that is a different story . ammy is a very respectful person and doesn’t see others in what they are but rather who they are as people & what they do to her . it’s basically like this : people say you are a good person , but until you can prove to me that you are a good person , i will not give you special treatment . she considers & looks at kings & queens as though they are commoners & vice versa . not to say that she will go right to a king or a queen & treat them as such , but everybody is held to the same standard . nobody is above or below another .

& yes , she would look at a ‘monster’ and see that she sees no monster , just somebody different .

please also know that most people she will find annoying . anybody she meets , she doesn’t really like , that’s just who she is . though if she takes an interest in you , she will pay attention to you . she is absolutely a tsundere at first . but she does mean well .

just get to know her & she will go from .... tolerating your presence at best to loving you .

she’s basically ..... a cat . yep . definitely a cat .

oh also , because i think i may have forgotten to say this but uh .... nobody hates evayne as much as she hates herself . when i say her master broke her . i really mean that her master broke her . try to mind read her and you will want to get out as soo as possible cause there i almost nothing but nightmares in there . this is why she has a hard time sleeping at night . because while she treats the world and everybody around her as equal , she thinks nothing but bad about herself . oh and yes , she does have moments where she considers if maybe she should just let herself go & completely annihilate everybody . she has reasons to .

so the next time she says , it’s okay .... know that it PROBABLY isn’t okay .

ALIGNMENT.

she doesn’t look at the world in black or white / black & white . everything for her is grey . sure , there are extremes of good & evil , but good is not always right & evil is not always wrong . yes , she can see that there are wrongs in the world . she , herself , has been wronged . but she does not blame anybody for it . it is what it is for her . there is no use in crying about it . it will never get her anywhere . she knows this . naturally she would probably be a true neutral in most cases but with a slightly lawful alignment . though there are some instances where she would lean either lawful or evil depending on the situation ? maybe ? given her history & background , she really normally just looks out for herself , though she does kind of seem to be a bit of a cherisher of life - but will kill if necessary . there are some , however , that she would not be able to kill which causes her to have a rift in her own morality .

in all honesty , she just wants to be left alone with her books . but there does come times where she would do anything for those she cares about . like i said , she has a fondness for life . & maybe call her what you want but she does tend to have a desire to want friends & keep them close . she would do anything for them to a certain extent .

#❀ ; ( ˢᵗᵘᵖᶤᵈ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶤʳ ♦ hc. ) 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 ✧#long post /#// hi i spent like 3 hours on this hhhhh im going to BED now

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survivor-iceland · 5 years ago

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Ep. 6 - “it’s either yeet or be yeeted” - John

Raffy

I love that my plan went through, but I hope Justin isn't too mad in EoE

John

i made the merge! who woulda thought. but i will say that this next vote is the first time i’m legitimately nervous for a vote. with zoe not having a vote, we need to somehow get 2 people to vote alongside our alliance without exposing the alliance. but this is also assuming this alliance is trustworthy. it’s either yeet or be yeeted.

Raffy

Last night was a big step forward with my new alliance: Mental Gymnastics (John, Timmy, Dylan, Zoe, and I). We had a huge alliance chat where we discussed potential targets/threats as well as people we think we can trust. It seems that John and Zoe want to go after Sierra and Stephen. The former because they find Sierra kind of annoying and a big threat, considering that they talk socially with everyone. John and Zoe want to limit them so that they do not create an opposing alliance against us. They are targeting Stephen because they believe that he is a smart quiet type that will prove me deadly as the game wears on. He's a sleep cell in their mind. Zoe feels like she can pull in Keith, and I feel like I can pull in Ellie which means we would have the votes to take care of anyone during this first merge vote. For the time being, I plan on being wholly loyal to this alliance, but I need to make sure I watch my back. I can't say that I trust Zoe and John going into a F7 or F6 scenario. I feel like they would turn on this alliance as long as it benefits them in the slightest. So, I have to be sure to strike first and strike fast. I also happen to know that Zoe has an idol, but she does not have a vote in this next tribal. Unfortunate. That means we do know both Ellie's and Keith's votes, but I am certain we can get them. I'm praying that all goes well for this alliance right now. I want a smooth first merge vote because I have not had one of those in a while.

Sierra

I made it to the merge! I was so scared that I wouldn't even make it past the first vote or so... but I actually made it to the merge! I can't believe how things have shaken out. I feel very connected to certain people on my tribe -- John and Zoe, particularly. We've been together since the very beginning, and we've said that we have each others' backs. I also have ties to Ellie and to Joseph on the other tribe. If things work out and we are all actually on the same page, that means that I have four people who definitely would like to work with me. With a tribe merging at this size, I only need a few more votes to secure a majority, too! I feel like I could pull in Maynor, Keith, or Stephen, so that's good too. Fingers crossed that everything works out and that I'm safe for another round!

Dylan C

https://youtu.be/-jY0VjLB41M

John

I WAS SO CLOSE ugh i’m mad. especially because we lost to who i wanted out. and now everything is kinda screwed up. but we will push through. TimmyJay really @ing me that I did worse than Ellie. Also like wtf I’m supposed to be a physical player, like I-

Joseph Collins

Almost got immunity. 4th place isn’t 1st. Who knows how strong that melrakki tribe was? We have to find some cracks so we can get one of them out and make the numbers even.

John

i have a lot riding on this vote. this vote effectively will detach myself from tribal lines and will really put me out there as a player in this game. it has to work, or otherwise i’m in hot water. it seems like i have the troops aligned to take a shot at sierra, so we’re gonna pray.

Ellie

Ok so I was talking to Sierra and we were discussing who would be easiest, Timmy’s name came up, Keith’s name came up, we said that it wouldn’t be right to vote Keith out just because of timezone and we also didn’t want Timmy out. So we kept talking, and they told me that John threw out Joseph’s name, ironically right after that John starts talking to me and he’s talking about who he wants to vote out. I obviously don’t give him a name and he goes “that’s not helpful” ok John, I see you. So he starts talking about how he wants a social player out, and I’m expecting him to say Joseph when instead he says Sierra. I’m shook, because Sierra told me that they were close with John, Zoe, and Stephen. So apparently a blindside is among us, I told Raffy, my closest ally that nobody suspects is my closest ally, and he’s like, if they want to eat each other alive then let them. I don’t want Sierra to go from a personal standpoint because they seem amazing, but from a game standpoint it makes sense.

Sierra

Right now, John wants to vote for Joseph. However, I am also in an alliance with Ellie and Joseph... which makes this yet another difficult decision. I was hoping that there would be an easy person to vote out at the merge and that we could move through the first merged tribal without tearing my alliances apart. For now, Ellie wants to find a strategic name to vote for. If it isn’t John, Zoe, Joseph or myself, I think I’ll be okay with it! Personally I don’t think now is the time for big moves, but I’m willing to go for it if there’s no otherwise easy vote.

Raffy

Stephen winning immunity is kind of a bummer because it messes with our plan to vote him out. However, we decided to just move on to our next target on the list: Sierra. They’re social game is a little too strong for my liking, so it’s best to take them out now before anything else. Apparently, though, all the game talk happened last night as John managed to get Maynor and Keith down to vote Sierra. Also, Ellie is telling me all about her talk with Sierra and John. Apparently, Sierra is trying to target Keith or Timmy which is not Gucci. Not only that, but they threw John under the bus by telling Ellie that John said Joseph’s name. Obviously I know where their loyalty lies. So, I managed to convince Ellie to play in the middle for the most part and let John/Sierra duke it out while we watch from the sidelines. In that way, she’ll be more comfortable voting Sierra cause at least it’s not us. John is painting a big red target on himself though. He’s acting very much like a puppet master, but that’s fine by me because that means people will target him and not me. Plus, if I ever do need to betray him, it’d be easier to do if he has a big red target on his back

Joseph Collins

I’m about to rally the troops for a John blindside. Expeditiously. I heard from multiple people that he threw my name out. John Tucker Must Die (2006)

Dylan C

So my personal strategy is just continuing to play dumber than I actually am for now, I suppose.

John

this is the biggest mess. i’ll be surprised if sierra doesn’t find out about this. people can’t keep their mouths shut to save their lives i swear.

Timmy

This plan to get Sierra out is iconic. I'm so happy this is happening. Right now Mental Gymnastics is really running this game, but also I am aware there are very strong players in this alliance...as well as the fact that Maynor isn't in it. Obviously I'm going to be working with Maynor closer than the alliance and I have been telling him everything in there. Zoe and John are too close to each other and it's concerning. I just hope the next few rounds can be simple before I start attacking...but if I need to go on the attack sooner, that's fine by me. And I will do so by collecting those not in Mental Gymnastics and make them realize that they're on the outs.

Joseph Collins

I have to hold off on a blindside rn but I feel like it’s my time to go home. We’ll see though. This is probably the most paranoid I’ve been before a tribal

Keith John

Hello Hello Well I have been busy last few days so I havent been able to catch up to people. but its so amazing how for the first time, thanks to the merge. people actually are msging or replying to me. I guess they need votes or feel like they r on the chopping block. Other than that its been slow Plan is sierra this tribal, As usual I dint get any say. But I cant complain. I wasnt able to keep JACK, He was willing to work with me. but majority felt he should go, then cormac's evac and justin went. so I dont have much traction in this game. So for now gotta stay low and vote with the majority. And maintain my alliance with Zoe and focus of building more relationships Side note. Loved the challenge. It was so much fun. I hope we have more of these. I think I have a shot such challenges.

Zoe <3 luv u jay

okay MOM here's ur confession As a part of the idol hunt I had to form an alliance with at least one member of my tribe and two members of another tribe, which was simple because John and I already wanted to team up with Timmy and Dylan. Before I made the chat, I had been talking to Raffy who said that he was also close with the two of them, and so it seemed natural that we would all band together anyway, and thus Mental Gymnastics was formed. I like the group a lot so far, but it hasn't been one vote yet so whether or not I can trust them is still up in the air. John and I agreed that this group of five, however, could not be the final five, and that ultimately we had to vote off Raffy first and then probably Dylan, even though I like them both a lot. That's the game, I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Because Stephen won immunity (experience has its perks), this vote, Sierra HAS to go. It's clear that Sierra thinks they are using John and I, as well as my relationship with Keith, to get what they want out of the vote. Although what they want out of the vote, I'm not even sure. After John suggested Joseph in "oh, worm?" Sierra immediately went and TOLD Joseph that it was John and I gunning for him (which Raffy told us that Ellie told him that Joseph told her), even though we just both passively said that we were good with voting for him to throw Sierra off the scent. Who does that? That's not even a good Chaos Kass move. THAT'S the wannabe Chaos Kass right there. But I'm pretty positive that Sierra is going to be the one voted out tonight, because both they and Stephen think that Joseph is going, though Stephen knows that Sierra told Joseph he was the vote, so Stephen might even flip to our side with that. Even though I don't have my vote after I lost it during the idol hunt, I think it was the best time for that to happen, because everyone except for a select few know that Sierra is the vote tonight.

After all that happens at tribal tonight, I think some scrambling might have to be done to ensure that Stephen is the next vote. He CAN'T win individual immunity, or else we'll have to make a very hard decision. I knew we should have gotten him out before merge, damn Cormac for getting medivac'd. Stephen would've been out like Ellen Page at the 2014 HRC Las Vegas Time to Thrive conference.

Happy, mom?

Sierra

Zoe and John told me the numbers were together to vote out Joseph. However, when I asked Maynor, Maynor seemed to have not been told. I’m pretty sure the votes are actually on me, since a lot of this seems to be happening behind my back and I’m the last one getting told. I’m voting for Joseph just in case!

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