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"We need to do something," said Inessa Wombat, the head of Temme TeleVision. "Ratings are sinking faster than the Titanic. Especially after that boycott of 'Rupert Bear' by the group, 'Concerned Parents Against Junk.'"

"I hear that in other places, there's this craze known as 'reality TV.' Regular, everyday people are placed in an unusual situation and watched by the cameras," someone said.

"Any other ideas?"

"Well, we could try taming down Rupert Bear," someone else suggested.

"No good. It's now associated with CRAJ."

Everyone shook their heads. It seemed that Temme TeleVision would now delve into the wonderful realm of reality TV.

After a few more meetings, some productive, some not, they finalized the draft of the series and rented a location for it.

The location would be a remote island. The concept would be similar to Survivor, with one major difference. No one would be voted out. Instead, at the end, everyone would vote for who they thought should win (you can't vote for yourself, obviously) and the one with the most votes won. In true Temme style, instead of being a pain in the neck, you had to smile and co-operate. Now all they needed were contestants.

OOC: Join in. Come up with a contestant.

A Sinoese Army soldier decides to sign up for competition after getting a clearance from his local office of the Propaganda Corps.

"Cpl. Song, you better show off the good image of the Sinoese soldier to the world." Col. Peng congratulated him on his granted 'leave'. "Take your R&R seriously, soldier. Xinjiang was tough."

"Sir, it's an honor!" Song replied with a salute.

http://english.pladaily.com.cn/special/uniforms/content/image/xcf-6.jpg

"You're 20 years old, and still not married?" Her new friend looked her over. "You'll have to do something drastic. Very drastic."

"Like what?" Cherise asked.

"Well, there's a new TV show coming out. It uses real people who all go live on an island. In the end, everyone votes for who they think should win. Of course, you can't vote for yourself."

"And this would help me, how?"

"Every single man in Temme will be wanting to know you."

"Okay. Sign me up."

Josh Austin looked up at the giant Temme TeleVision building. Josh was in his 30's and happily single. He had a black goatee and mussy hair. He wore small glasses that had a thin metal wire as the frame. He walke dinto the studio wearing a blue business suit, green tie and white shirt. He walked up to the front desk and asked

"Uh, excuse me, where can I sign up for this new reality show I heard about?"

OOC:
Sorry I keep butting in on your RPs, but I need some practice in non-war ones. Heheh.

OOC: Not a problem. I honestly don't mind.

IC:

The receptionist looked him over, then pointed him towards an open door. She was saying, ". . .yes, Clorise, I know, but Matt is still the wrong guy for you."

Inside, a panel of people were waiting.

Josh nodded and smoothed his hair over with his hand. He began sweating, for he was very nervous. This was his first time ever appearing on TV. Josh took out an old hankerchief from his coat pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Taking a deep breath, he walked confidently into the room...

One of them smiled at him. "We need you to fill out these forms." She placed a pile of papers on the desk.

Name:
Country:
Next-Of-Kin:
Occupation:
Special Skills:
Marital Status:

There was also a disclaimer.

Temme TeleVision will not be held responsible for any damages sustained as a result of this show, or anything connected to this show. You agree to release Temme TeleVision for any damages caused in connection with this show

OOC: If you want to join in now, don't bother RP'ing coming to the building, just fill out the form.

Name: Cherise Lieon
Country: Temme
Next-Of-Kin: Geoff Lieon
Occupation: Manager in the Welfare Office
Special Skills: Personablility
Marital Status: Single

Name: Doctor Telemachus
Country: Slutbum Wallah
Next-of-Kin: The contents of the small jar marked Experment 357
Occupation: Self employed
Special Skills: The ability to develop a fully functioning Megadeath Ray out of almost any set of mundane components. Can also train monkeys.
Marital Status: Widowed three times.

Roscon smiled. Hah this is going to be a piece of cake! He then picked up the form that fell out of his hands.

Name: Roscon Righ
Country: Jamoscomy
Next-Of-Kin: Bro Righ
Occupation: Government Official
Special Skills: Interrogation, Can easily gain access to sensitive govenrment matierial.
Marital Status: Single

Name:Stanley Roberts
Country:Brydog
Next-Of-Kin:Jeff Roberts
Occupation: SIA Agent
Special Skills:Stealth, Markmanship, use of everyday object as deadly weapons, and codebreaking
Marital Status:Single

"This will be good, I'll show them who the best." he said

Josh took the paper an began to write on it...

Name: Joshua Austin
Country: Buechoria
Next-of-Kin: Robert Austin
Occupation: Lieutenant Detective in Buechorian Police Force
Special Skills: Trained in use of many varieties of rifles and pistols, mainly M9
Marital Status: Single

Josh looked over the disclaimer and gulped. "They never taught Reality TV situations at the Academy."

Name: Cpl. Wayne Song
Age: 23 (3 years of active service)
Country: Armed Republic of Sino
Next-Of-Kin: Robert Song (father)
Occupation: ARSA recon specialist
Interests: Hot young ladies, adventure, ambushing
Special Skills: Marksmanship (rifles, pistols, LAW), concealment, jungle warfare, reconnaisance
Preferred weapon: SIMINCORP Type 85-II (9x19mm) SMG (silenced)
Marital Status: Single (hopefully not for too long)

Justin shrugged and picked up a form. Heck, I survived an actual shipwreck. Of course, I had the good fortune to get shipwrecked on some East Islandian resort, but still, the made-for-TV version can't be that bad.

Name: Justin Weitz
Country: Free Provinces of Copiosa Scotia
Next-Of-Kin: Kevin Weitz
Occupation: Aspiring writer
Special Skills:
Marital Status: Single

He looked back at the section marked "Special Skills" and pondered. Ability to drink lots of... no, anyone with a liver can do that. Hmm. The important thing, in his experience, was not to have particularly useful skills, but to write something memorable, something that would stand out from the other responses. An idea came to him.

Special Skills: Naked parasailing

Satisfied, he turned in his form.

Name: Bending Unit #627591762
Country: Benderland
Next-Of-Kin: Bending Unit #627591763
Occupation: Bending
Special Skills: Bending, consuming an alarming amount of alcohol without being phased at all, folk singing.
Marital Status: Noninterfaced

Name: Luciano Francopoli
Country: Agrigento
Next-Of-Kin: Father Roberto Francopoli (Brother)
Occupation: History Teacher
Special Skills: Speed Reading and a mean Curve Ball
Marital Status: Engaged

OOC: How many participants does the program take? What sort of people do they look for?

The young Asian woman filled out the form quickly, and turned it in, sitting along side the rest of the contestant hopefulls.

NAME: Kim Masakawe
COUNTRY: Imitora
NEXT OF KIN: Uh...I guess Jimmy at the Lounge
SPECIALTY SKILLS: Liquid, Racing, Mixing, Spinning, Happy go lucky, Making music, and other unlistable skills
MARITAL STATUS: Single, Looking

Name: Samuel Hoiburg Jr.
Country: Murl
Next-Of-Kin: Gervase Hoiburg (son)
Occupation: President
Special Skills: The ability to cover up fraud convictions when governing a country.
Marital Status: Divorced

Name: Sarah Denvers
Age: 23
Country: Tartarus
Next-Of-Kin: Philip Denvers (father)
Occupation: Fitness Instructor
Special Skills: Healthy cooking, various sports, keep fit and judo.
Marital Status: Single

A half-asian-half-english man, writes:

Name: David Takahachi
Country: One Red Dot
Next-Of-Kin: Samantha Takahachi (wife)
Occupation: Power Plant Technician
Special Skills: can juggle 3 bowling pins, while repairing the coffee machine
Marital Status: Married

OOC: Do we have to disclose the age of the participants?

OOC: I think about 3 more contestants. If you want, you can mention their age in the RP.

OOC: What sort of prizes are there?

OOC: The prize for the winner is an around-the-world cruise on TemCruiseLines.

OOC: Anyone else?

OOC: The prize for the winner is an around-the-world cruise on TemCruiseLines.

"Hmm, looks like something I need, as I'm still young." Song looked at the picture of the prize and pondered. "Or do I?"

OOC: Is the prize redeemable in cash?

OOC: Sorry, no. The Temme people would likely riot in the streets if someone walked away with that much cash.

BUMP

OOC: When will we get this show on the road?

OOC: I'll leave it up for another day, then if nobody else wants to join, we'll get it started.

OOC: Alright then, let's get started.

IC:

Inessa met with the contestants in a large room prior to the trip out to the island. "There is something I need to warn you about. The show that you are replacing, Rupert Bear, was taken off the air for inappropriateness. It seems we only have 1 native from Temme, so I'll give the rest of you the heads up. Temme is a very G-rated society. The slightest inappropriate thing will get you pulled from the air? Ok?

They went into a room to begin filming introductions.

"Hi. My name is Cherise Lieon. I work in the Temme welfare office. I consider myself to be very likeable."

OOC: Post what your character says about him/herself.

Kim spoke next. She brushed some hair out of her face, then leaned forward. "My name's Kim, I dont really have a job or anything. I make most of my money doing some small gigs at local clubs, definate underground sceen. I like working on my car, racing, hanging out, and stuff like that. I'm fun, easy going, likeable, and friendly."

*David spoke up*

"Hi, I'm David Takahachi and 34 years old. You can call me David, Taka, Davo, Dave, or whatever similar which suits you. I've been happily married for about 8 years now to my wife, Samantha, and I guess I'm using this show as an opprtunity to breathe some fresh air into my life. Others find me quite approachable and trustable. That's basically it."

"Hey there, chumps and chumpettes. I'm Bending Unit #627591762. But for the sake of basicness, and because I don't like that number, just call me Bender. I don't like non-prime numbers. They asked me to give my age, and I didn't know what to tell them so I said 3, and they were all like "You can't be on this show if you're 3" and I was all like "Oh yeah, well your an ugly meatbag!". They got kind've angry so I said I was 26, but I just made that up so they would shut their pie holes. Sometimes humans irritate me to the point where I want to injure them badly. Like when you got a puppy, and it's all... barking and stuff. And you tell it to shut up, but it keeps barking, so you grab it by the neck, and you just twist, and..."

Bender looked up from the invisible puppy in his hands to see the crew giving him a shocked look. He put his hands down.

"So, yeah. The reason why I joined is because I've never been on a soap opera. I've always liked watching them and... what? Reality what? This isn't a soap opera? Awww crap."

A young woman with brown shoulder length hair, tied up either side of her head in bunches stands up and smiles, waving enthusiastically. “Hi, I’m Sarah…Sarah Denvers, and I applied for the show to experience the diversity of cultures that these things always brings about. And I heard that there was something to win, and liking a challenge I thought I would give it a go.” She looks around at the others. “I’m 23. I’m single. Not really had time to settle down yet, too much of the world to see first, and the cruise will help with that.” She sits back down and looks to the next person in line to speak.

"I guess its my turn", said Luciano Francopoli, as he awoke from his gentle slumber. "Sorry about that", he said quietly to whoever belonged to the shoulder his neck was resting on. Gingerly standing up, the sound of his knees cracking was suprisingly loud. "Excuse me", he muttered.

"Hello, I am Luciano, but you can call me Lou. I teach history to Agrigento's youth...not very exciting I know. Most people consider me mellow, but if you ask my fiance she will tell you very different. At first I can be very timid, but once people get to know me they will find a very silly person buried under this pile of Social Studies Textbooks. I like airplanes and...of course...history. Thats about it. Thanks."

He stood there stiffly for a few minutes in awkward silence before retaking his seat.

(OOC: Crap guys, I'm really sorry, I'll be out of town for the next five days. It might be best just to drop me from this RP.)

OOC: 5 days? If you post your character now, I'm sure it will take at least that long for everyone to post something for their character to say. If you really want to drop it, go ahead.

Adjusting his tie and peak cap, Song walked over on stage. He stops, standing at ease.

"Corporal Wayne Song, ARSA reconnnaisance specialist. Unit number 00409876." Song introduced himself strongly.

"I'm been in the Army for three years, I joined when I was 20. Before that, I was in a polytechnical institute. I fought in Xinjiang recently and didn't like the desert there." He continued, ignoring interruptions, if any. "Don't ask! As I have had close calls with death."

"I'm a pretty darn conservative person, I'm also serious at times but I enjoy a laugh as much as the next man. I enjoy shooting and survival. I'm physically fit and adventurous. Not only am I doing this in hope to win, I'm also promoting the fine image of my corp."

Josh stood up, nevrvously. He buttoned his blazer and straightened his tie, then went in front of the camera.

"I'm uh.. I'm Lieutenant Detective Joshua Austin. I'm from Virka, Buechoria and um.. I'm a deadeye with rifles... And that's about it." Josh sighed and sat back down..

OOC: Do we have to describe how the features of our characters? (Mine's pictured.)

OOC 2: Are the male characters allowed to flirt with the female ones?

OOC: You don't have to describe them, and yes, they are allowed to flirt, just keep it G-rated, and no flirting with the non-available characters, or CPAJ will pull the show from the air.

OOC: You don't have to describe them, and yes, they are allowed to flirt, just keep it G-rated, and no flirting with the non-available characters, or CPAJ will pull the show from the air.

OOC: "Non available'?

OOC 2: What's this show's title and will firearms and BDUs be allowed?

OOC: I meant that if someone's married or engaged, or are in a steady relationship, they're off limits. What are BDU's? Firearms are not permitted, and I haven't yet come up with a title. You can suggest one if you like.

How long will the game last, and what are we supposed to do? What will determine the winner?

Stanley gets up, Im Stanley Roberts, and Im a trained spy. I can make anything into weapon.

Sarah looks at Stanley and laughs to herself, before turning to the person she is sitting next to and whispers. "I think he's just lost his job. Unless he's going to be the next James Bond, known to everyone."

Sarah looks at Stanley and laughs to herself, before turning to the person she is sitting next to and whispers. "I think he's just lost his job. Unless he's going to be the next James Bond, known to everyone."

"No disagreement there, lady." Song enjoys a laugh as much as the next man.

Cherise smiled, listening to their conversation.

OOC: BDUs (Battle Dress Uniforms) are the field uniforms of military personnel (usually camouflaged patterns). Other than firearms, what sort of weapons are approved?

OOC: Sure, you're welcome to wear them. And for weapons, you're allowed a knife.

OOC: Damn, all this time and not a reply... At least interact with my character, dammit!

Bored as awaiting silently in an ambush, some of the contestants drone for ages. Cpl. Song decided to tune into SSNN on his portable (pocket sized) TV. Not long after unfolding the antenna, he soon learnt of this

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=345619

Patriotically interested, he asked, anyone here into other kinds of weapons like this. He shows the screen.

David smiles to himself as he witnesses the bustle around him. He laughs with Song and the 'next guy' (whoever he is) as Sarah poked fun at the poor 'spy'. He looks at Song's news. "Well, just as long as those things stay out of my country, then that's all fine. No offence, but I don't really know much about all this military stuff."

Cherise nodded her head. "Yeah, ditto. If one of those things was ever fired at Temme, it'd knock us right out."

Josh twiddled his thumbs and looked around the room, when he finally decided to take a quick cat nap...

OOC: Can we get this show on the road?

OOC: Has everyone posted a little about themselves?

David smiles to himself as he witnesses the bustle around him. He laughs with Song and the 'next guy' (whoever he is) as Sarah poked fun at the poor 'spy'. He looks at Song's news. "Well, just as long as those things stay out of my country, then that's all fine. No offence, but I don't really know much about all this military stuff."

"They're right about your society, it sure is very G-rated here."

OOC: What clothes are the other contestants wearing. My character's in his summer service uniform (short-sleeves), just like in the picture.

OOC: Cherise is in a pair of jeans and a pink T-shirt.

ooc: Short sleeve polo shirt and a pair of khakis.

OOC: Black Leather pants and a bright yellow halter.

OOC: Song will be in his ARSA jungle BDUs from insertion to extraction (just like the men pictured below).

http://www.sinodefence.com/airforce/airdefence/hn5_2.jpg

[ooc: Sarah is wearing cropped jeans, and a tight, white t-shirt with 'Babe' written across the chest.]

OOC: What are the participants' height, mass and built? Song is 1.74m and 67kg (thin built).

OOC: Cherise is 5'5", with a medium build, and prefers not to disclose her weight. She has brown hair and hazel eyes.

ooc: 6'1", 155 lbs, average build. Black hair and dark, dark brown eyes.

[ooc: Sarah is 5'8", slim and toned. Has brown shoulder length hair and blue eyes.

Could this information not just be gathered once the RPing starts, or added to their stats? This thread is just turning into OOC chat.]

David: Looks like we're a bunch of rather short people. The last time I measured myself, I think I was around 1.68m and weigh no more than 55kg. And I think I need a haircut too, my black hair is in a mess.

Song, how long have you been in service? You seem to be very invovled since you keep on talking about military stuff.

David: Looks like we're a bunch of rather short people. The last time I measured myself, I think I was around 1.68m and weigh no more than 55kg. And I think I need a haircut too, my black hair is in a mess.

Song, how long have you been in service? You seem to be very invovled since you keep on talking about military stuff.

"Like I've said before, I've been in the Army since I was 20. 3 years and one war, I don't think I've had enough yet." The corporal's pride was more for his corp than himself.

[ooc: Sarah is 5'8", slim and toned. Has brown shoulder length hair and blue eyes.

Could this information not just be gathered once the RPing starts, or added to their stats? This thread is just turning into OOC chat.]

OOC: I quite agree with you there. Temme should have started this RP along time ago.

Inessa looked at the others. "Is there anyone left to go?"

ooc: 6" even and 525 lbs. 40% titanium...

Inessa looked at the others. "Is there anyone left to go?"

"What are the nature of the challenges, we'll be facing?" Song raised his hand, asking to fuel his curiosity.

Josh Austin went to a nearby worker, requesting medical help. "My stomach fe- AHH!!!" Joshua Austin exploded, causing a 1000000000 Megaton blast killing everyone within 100 miles.

OOC: Heheh, no, but seriosuly, can we get started and not ask weird questions?

"Well, there will be strength contests, some orienteering stuff, plus you'll have to make your own shelters and collect your own food. Now, if there's no one left to go, let's get you on the plane. The plane will touch down in Hawaii, and from there you'll take a boat to your destination."

Young girl with ice blue layered hair, matching blue eyes, and eyebrow ring runs into the room. She is 5'10, athletic looking, and seems to be out of breath.

"Is...there...still time...to sign up?", She asks with a smile. "I took the wrong bus to get here and had to run. Here's my information."

Name: Daniella Summers
Country:Thrope
Next-Of-Kin:Friend Lakyle Davis
Occupation:Photographical artist/kickboxer
Special Skills:Ablity to look at situation from every angle and find a solution
Marital Status:Single and looking.

Daniella smiles a glowing white smile. She is wearing a demin jacket, a black tanktop, bluejeans, and hiking boots. As she sits down she gives everyone a brief glance at a tatoo on her back but sits down before anyone can distinguish what it is.

"By the way I'm twenty-one", She adds quickly with a wink.

Inessa looked it over. "All right. We'll tape your information once we're on the plane. Let's go."

OOC: Are we allowed bring medication with us? What about personal items? And are we allowed to comunicate with the outside world?



Daniella winks at Josh is a flirty manner. Then picks up her bags and heads to the door, waiting to go.

OOC: Medicine and some personal items. No contact with the outside world.

IC:

Cherise smiled at Daniella. She boarded the plane and found a seat.

Daniella smiles back and Cherise.Then gets a seat near the front and begins to inspect her camera when her watch alarm rings. Frowning she takes out an Epi Pen and gives herself an injection. She turns to Cherise and explains with a pained expression, "Almost everyone in Thrope has to take these injections. They're no big deal." Turning back to the front, she puts away her med supplies and camera before taking out a book and reading it while absently rubbing the injection. She watches silently as everyone else boards. Then pretends to fall asleep before the jet takes off.

Inessa walked down the aisle and noticed Daniella was asleep. "Oh, well, we can tape her later." She began to announce the standard safety protocol.

OOC: Medicine and some personal items. No contact with the outside world.


Bender eagerly stuffs as many liter-bottles of jack daniels he can fit in his torso compartment, filling in the gaps with cigars.

"Well, I'm packed!"

Luciano immediately grabs a window seat and starts staring out the small portal, anticipating takeoff. His knees are shaking back and forth and a big grin spreads across his face. "I love Airplanes!!", he said, a bit too giddy.

Cherise listened to the safety lecture, because it was her first time on a plane.

Josh sighed and got in a seat. He looked out the window and waited for takeoff...

The plane began to taxi down the runway. Cherise thought of all she was missing. . .not much, really.

Daniella wakes up. She goes to sit next to Josh and flirt ,but realizes she has to do her interview with Inessa first. Goes to talk to Inessa while mentally kicking self for not being able to flirt with cute cop Josh.

"PACK PACK PACK!!! MOVE MOVE MOVE! DON'T LET THOSE SONS OF BITCHES BEAT US!!!!!"

The words of Cpl. Song's old drill sergeant echoed through his head as he packed quickly after the mobilization order. That was six months ago. Instead of packing hurriedly and joining the rest of his platoon in the helicopter, it was packing his personal belonging and heading out to some obscure island. As an NCO in the Sinoese Army, he could live with no luxuries as he was trained to be as ascetic as a wild animal. The only luxuries he's got are his BDUs (which took him three minutes to change into).

He left the set of service uniforms, along with some of his electronics back at the studio for safekeeping. Now that the bakcpack is done, Song's webbing has to be filled. Instead of ammo, a few pieces of other equipment and some MREs, it was some snacks and spare clothing, not to mention a trusty army knife right in its scabbard, close to the chest. He packed light, as his pistol holsters had to be removed. Some pockets were orginally for ammo, but he decides to make good use of them as pockets of common medicines and drinking vessels. Seeing that Sarah Denvers was still packing, Song decides to strap on his helmet and give her a helping hand.

OOC: Please don't leave some participants behind!

Having received a helping hand from Song, and getting ready in extra quick time, it wasn't long before Sarah found herself safely seated on the plane, as it rushed them to their destination.

Not really knowing anyone, and following his assistance, she took the seat next to Song. She was relieved that this show was finally getting on the road. Turning to her companion, she smiled. "I hope they are sending us somewhere nice."

Not really knowing anyone, and following his assistance, she took the seat next to Song. She was relieved that this show was finally getting on the road. Turning to her companion, she smiled. "I hope they are sending us somewhere nice."

"Where ever they're sending us, this will be a vacation for me. I'm just glad to be off that roasting desert."

"OK, shirts. check. underwear. check. shorts. check. pants. check. toothbrush. check. toothpaste. check. soap. check. that's really simple. hey wait up..."

David clambers in and takes a back seat.

"Hawaii... can't be too hard, right?"

Steve gets in.

(OOC: Since this hasn't gone as far as I thought it would since I last posted, would anyone mind if I jump back in?)

[ooc: Temme didn't think we'd be started properly before you got back, so I would say that is saying you are part of the RP]

Sarah smiled at Song, the closest she had ever been to the desert was at the beach, and then you had a nice expanse of blue sea to cool you down should you find yourself overheating in some way.

"I'm hoping for a nice tropical island, with plenty of watersports, as well as time to get to know new people, and to lounge around long enough to get a good tan." She leant forward and whispered. "I don't think I'll be allowed to get an all over one." She laughed lightly.

Inessa smiled at Daniella and said, "Tell us a little about yourself." She motioned to the camera man to turn the camera on.

Daniella sits before the camara and takes a deep breath before going into a monologue about herself. "Hey, I'm Daniella Summers. I'm 21 years of age and I'm single. I am a photographical artist. I have a great passion for all types of art whether it's music, photography, sketching, etc. I am Thrope's National kick boxing champion, undeafted." Daniella winks at the camera and makes a "V" for Victory with her hand before continuing. "I was orphaned when I was 7 and lived on the street until I was 14 when I was placed in Military School. I am an amazing melee fighter and have great survival skills. I used a military scholorship to go to Art School and get my degree. I'm shy, but have a lot of bravado. I'm also intimadating at times, but trust me my bark is worse then my bite." She makes a dramatic biting action showing teeth that look distinctly like wolf fangs. "Anyway that's it! Sorry for saying so much." She gets up and walks away. The camara catches a quick glimpse of the tatoo on her back ,but Daniella moves away before the cameraman can get a good look at it.

Daniella sits down next to Josh and smiles. "Hey, excited about the trip?"

Josh sighed and got in a seat. He looked out the window and waited for takeoff...

Bender stepped aboard the plane rather cheerfully. He was whistling out a tone and happily puffing a cigar. He spotted an empty seat next to a man looking out the window, and decided to take it.

"Hey there, buddy!" Bender said, and abruptly flopped onto the seat and reclined. He took a long draw off his cigar and puffed it into the air.

"This better be a nice place we're goin' to," Bender said, "I've always wanted to see this place humans call "Paradise". If you ask me, it would be nothing better than a giant casino with geysers of booze and trees of Cubans. Plus maybe the occasional floozy here and there..."

"Get off me!",Snarled Daniella angrily. "Did you hear me Robo boy? Your sitting on top of me! This seat is not empty. GET OFF NOW!" Daniella throws Bender into the aisle. "Jerk!"

Inessa wondered if they should get that on film. "Yeah, we'd better." She motioned to the cameraman to get the footage. "We won't put that on TV, though. Too violent. We'll put that in the DVD with a parental warning."

Cherise noticed that. She said to Bender, "Would you like to sit next to me? This seat is empty."

Sarah smiled at Song, the closest she had ever been to the desert was at the beach, and then you had a nice expanse of blue sea to cool you down should you find yourself overheating in some way.

"I'm hoping for a nice tropical island, with plenty of watersports, as well as time to get to know new people, and to lounge around long enough to get a good tan." She leant forward and whispered. "I don't think I'll be allowed to get an all over one." She laughed lightly.

Song smiled back lightly. "The fairness of your skin is most fine. I guess I'm new to you. Anything you want to know about me, just ask away." Most Chinese people can't speak with a British accent, but Song's one was not a fake. It was strange that he was adopted by a British couple in Hong Kong as a child.

Justin Weitz entered the cabin with a grin that, if not exactly broad, was at least rather wider than his usual contemplative half-smile. Many people, he knew, were absolutely terrified of planes. He wasn't one of them. He picked out a seat in an empty row near the back of the plane and settled in for the ride.

"Get off me!",Snarled Daniella angrily. "Did you hear me Robo boy? Your sitting on top of me! This seat is not empty. GET OFF NOW!" Daniella throws Bender into the aisle. "Jerk!"

"Woah, pardon my shiny metal ass, ma'am!" Bender says as he gets up from the isle. "I didn't see you there."

Bender turned to walk away. As he did so, he let out a subtle chuckle and puffed on his cigar. He strolled to the nearest empty seat and sat down.

Daniella gets annoyed with Josh because he is not acknowledging her. She gets up and tells him to tell her when he wants to talk. As she passes the row that Bender and Cherise are in, she pauses to give Cherise a cheerful "Hey" and hits the robot when no one is looking. She then returns to her original seat at the front of the plane. Daniella frowns realizing that she had nothing to occupy her time. The only things she had in her back pack were her camera(which she had inspected earlier), her meds, and some chocolate bars. Everything else was in the cargo compartment below the plane. Her camera didn't even have any film in it. "Why does everyone here hate me? I'm not mean. I'm really sweet. And it's not like they know about..." Daniella suddenly stops talking realizing she was speaking to herself aloud and not in her head. She turned and looked out the windown happy she had not revealed her terrible secret. Daniella silently munched on a bar and prayed no one got suspicious.

Sarah nodded. "I have to say I've not met anyone from Sino before, but then I think I can say the same for all the countries mentioned today, except Tartarus, of course." Looking around the plane, her eyes fell on the disturbance in the aisle, as the girl pushed the man onto the floor. "This is going to be a very fiery stay." She lowered her voice. "Remind me not to get on her wrong side." Turning back to Sing, she looked him over, running her gaze from his face, downwards then back up again, until she caught his eyes. "How long have got left in the forces?"

Daniella turns away from the window and looks around at the other people on the plane. She realizes that if she doesn't make friends now she'll be in for a sad stay. She sees a row of seat open in front of Sing and Sarah and goes over. She sits on her knees facing them ,pulls down her jacket to block everyone else's view of the tatoo on her back, the smiles sweetly ,and sticks out her hand. "Hey I'm Dani! How are you both today?!"

Cherise turned to Bender. "Hi, I'm Cherise from Temme. And you would be. . ."

Daniella turned away from Sing and Sarah to answer Cherise's question to Bender. "He would be a jerk! You seem much to kind to be friends with such a cruel robot." Daniella smiled quickly at Cherise ,then turned around and tried talking to Sing and Sarah, again. "Sorry about that. So how are you?"

Inessa quickly turned the camera on to capture the fighting between Daniella and Bender. This, too, would go in the DVD.

Sarah looked up at Daniella as she looked over the chair in front, more than a little annoyed that she was being unnecessarily unkind to Bender, after all the 'man' had made a mistake, and now looked like he was going to pay for it for the rest of the trip.

"I'm fine, thank you." She smiled kindly, although she was already weary of the other woman. "You might want to chill a little, this is meant to be a fun trip. It's not good to fall out with the people you are going to be stuck with for a while."

Cherise sat and listened to Sarah. Needless to say, Daniella wouldn't be voting for Bender.

Daniella's smile drooped a bit as she listened to Sarah. She hadn't said anything mean, but Daniella got the feeling that Sarah was either frightened or annoyed with her. She politely excused herself and returned her seat. She hadn't meant to get angry at Bender, but she didn't like being invisible. She had been invisible for the majority of her life. "So what if there was a young girl sleeping next to our dumpster? so as she doesn't bother us then it's none of our concern." That was the reaction of most people who lived in Thrope's captial city. Daniella was still amazed that she had survived if she hadn't been arrested and sentenced to military school, then she may never have met Lakyle. He never ignored her and she was never invisible, he had even helped when she had been infected. Daniella was so consumed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that she had began to sob very loudly. She tried to stop crying, but couldn't. As much as she didn't want to cry, Daniella didn't seem to be able to stop the flow of emotion. :(

Cherise excused herself and went to sit beside Daniella. "If you want to talk, I'm willing to listen. Or if you don't, that's okay too."

Sarah watched Daniella walk away and felt a little guilty. She wasn't trying to be mean to the girl, just tried to impart some friendly advice, she didn't want to stay in a group where there were tensions before they had even landed.

She turned back to Sing. "I think I might have put my foot in it there." She shrugged, and resumed her conversation.

Daniella wiped her eyes and smiled at Cherise. "You're so sweet", she muttered before frowning. "I feel like such a jerk. It's just that my life's been tough. First my parents die, I'm forced to live on the streets, I get arrested for stealing and sent to military school. No one ever cared about me, I was just a number, a statistic. Well, if I got noticed, mostly I was just invisible. That's probably why I freaked at Bender. Also, I'm almost positive he laughed after appologizing for sitting on me. I'm normally a really nice person, I just have a bit of a temper. Everyone must think I'm insane or really cruel or something. Can I show you something?"

Bender became annoyed at Daniella's interruption as he attempted to reply to Cherise's question. He angrily watched Cherise walk away without accepting a response and began yakking away with Daniella.

"Fine!" Bender shouted, "I don't need you meatbags anyways. I can make my own conversation! It'll be more interesting than you women and your... feelings..."

He threw his spent cigar to the ground and crushed it under his foot. He opened his chest compartment and fished out his first bottle of Jack Daniels and unscrewed the top. Then he began talking rather loudly to himself.

"Hey there, sir! My name's Bender? Really? I'm Bender too! Wow, Bender you're so awesome! I know! I'm great! It reminds me of a story one time when..." He trailed off praising himself while drawing generous sips from his bottle.

Daniella excuses herself from Cherise and pulls a bottle out of her backpack. Daniella walks over to Bender. "Okay I realized we got off to a bad start. I'm sorry for being mean to you. As a peace offering I'm going to give you a bottle of Thrope's best whiskey. It's darn good! I hope we can start over and if you need anything just tell me. Enjoy the whiskey!" Daniella smiles and places the bottle next to Bender, hoping he will let them have a clean slate. She then returns to where she and Cherise were talking. "Cherise I'll tell you what I wanted to tell you later. Go talk to Bender for now. I'll be fine. I found some art supplies behind the whiskey. I'll just sketch. Talk to you later, hun." Begins to sketch.

Bender shakes the last drops out of his Jack Daniels, unaware of the presence of Daniella. He sighs, and takes a breather. As he puts his arm on the armrest, he notices the bottle of whiskey.

"Whiskey?!" he quickly snatches up the bottle and uncaps it, while dropping the Jack Daniels bottle to the floor where it shatters. "THANK YOU MAGICAL BOOZE FAIRY, WHEREVER YOU ARE!"

Bender abruptly tilts his head back, opens up, and chugs the whiskey bottle in seconds flat. He lets out yet another long sigh, followed by a deafening belch accompanied with a blast of fire erupting from his mouth.

"Phew... fuel for the soul, baby." he says, and discards the whiskey bottle over his shoulder.

Justin surveyed the cabin with some amusement, jotting notes to himself in the blue spiral notebook he had laid on the tray table in front of him. Song and the fitness instructor seem to be getting along well, he wrote. I wonder if she does Jazzercise. Then they could be Song and Dance. He turned his attention to the ongoing quarrel between Daniella and the robot from Benderland. Didn't his mother ever tell him it's not polite to sit on people? More to the point, is he smoking a cigar? That's fairly impressive. I guess he doesn't have any lungs to ruin. Memo to self: Don't make Dani angry. Seemed like a nice enough girl, but she's not making a great first impression. Weitz paused for a second, listening to Bender converse with himself and perform tricks with a bottle of whiskey, then smiled. So far, my vote goes to the Drunken Droid.

Daniella decides she's going to work on one on one relationships with everyone. That way she can make a better first impression. Decides to start with Justin. She closes her sketch book and walks over and sees Justin is writing something. She sits down next to him. "Hey cutie!" Daniella smiles sweetly at Justin. "What are you writing? You know what nevermind I don't want to pry. Anyway, I decided that the way I treated Bender probably freaked most people out so I decided to introduce myself and let them see what the "real" me is like. I guess what they say is true, huh? Artists are moody. So,...um...tell about yourself. You're an author right?" Daniella smiles sweetly at Justin doing her best to let him see how sweet she really is.

Sarah nodded. "I have to say I've not met anyone from Sino before, but then I think I can say the same for all the countries mentioned today, except Tartarus, of course." Looking around the plane, her eyes fell on the disturbance in the aisle, as the girl pushed the man onto the floor. "This is going to be a very fiery stay." She lowered her voice. "Remind me not to get on her wrong side." Turning back to Sing, she looked him over, running her gaze from his face, downwards then back up again, until she caught his eyes. "How long have got left in the forces?"

"I've got another two years, as recon specialists have 5 year contracts but with the large numbers in the Sinoese Army, it wouldn't be a problem if I choose leave." Song replied. Looking in the direction of the remonstrance, with the Tin Man and the odd looking woman next to Josh, "That is not looking good."

Justin shook his head. So much for flying below the radar. "Eh... no, not as such. I'm a writer. Kind of like an author, except that I haven't actually written anything yet."

Daniella turns away from the window and looks around at the other people on the plane. She realizes that if she doesn't make friends now she'll be in for a sad stay. She sees a row of seat open in front of Sing and Sarah and goes over. She sits on her knees facing them ,pulls down her jacket to block everyone else's view of the tatoo on her back, the smiles sweetly ,and sticks out her hand. "Hey I'm Dani! How are you both today?!"

"Corporal Song, Sinoese Army recon specialist. I'm fine, just like the weather. You can call me Wayne if you like. I'm sure Sarah here's just fine."

Luciano looked around, finally taking his dark eyes off of the monotonous cloudscape outside the airplane. So much was going on, it reminded him of substitute teaching. What a miserable life that was..., he thought. Where are the attendants on this crazy bird?, he asked himself. If there were two things he liked it was flying and....well the third would be a glass of Orange Juice, at least at the moment.

Peering ahead to the other passengers he began to judge them, like most teachers do, by first impression. Not a single one of them would do their homework, he knew that much right away.

This is going to be harder than I thought, staying friends with everyone.

Cherise walked over to Bender. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings."

"Hurt my what?" Bender asked.

"Your feelings." Cherise replied.

"Fee-what?"

"Feelings."

"What-lings?"

"Feelings!"

"What-what? Oh! Those!" Bender said. "Don't have any. Unless desire to kill is a feeling. Is that a feeling? Because I'm feeling that pretty strongly right now."

Daniella turns and gives Wayne a small wave and a smile. At least I'm getting along with some people. Cherise and Wayne seem to like me now I just need to make more friends. She turns back to Justin to continue their conversation. "Well, I hope this trip gives you some ideas for a book or something. I'm a bit of a poet, I write my own music and I'm actually rather good at it. But I'm better at showing what I think. I find it easier to use images to convey what I think. Hold on." Daniella opens her sketch book and begins to scribble on it, looking at Justin from time to time. A few minutes later, she hands him a professionaly looking sketch of him writing that looks like a black and white pictures. "It's not that good, but I was rushed. So why did you decide to do this show?"

Inessa and the camera subtly made their way around to where Cherise and Bender were talking.

"A feeling to kill? Why?" Cherise asked.

Daniella turns in the direction of Cherise and Bender and looks up. Who does Bender want to kill? Is he going to hurt Cherise? What should I do? Daniella quickly remembered everyone's reaction to her earlier out burst and decides to let the situation play out first before doing anything rash.

"TAKE OUT THAT MACHINE GUN UP ON THE RIDGE!" Josh rolled in his deep sleep in the chair. "WHERE IS TH-" The voice was cutoff. Blackness and the screams of pershing men ensued. Austin woke up with a loud yell and look around. He laid back into his seat and gripped the armrest like it was the only thing that kept him from flying into space.

(OOC: Sorry I haven't been replying much. Kind of away)

"A feeling to kill? Why?" Cherise asked.

"Keep bugging me and you'll find out." Bender replied, and arrogantly lit another cigar. He took a long draw and blew a puff of smoke in Cherise's face.

"I'm sorry." Cherise got up and went to find herself another spot to sit. She hated to burst in on Daniella and Justin, but she didn't want to sit beside Bender. She sat down next to Daniella, trying to make herself invisible.

Inessa muttered to herself, "Death threats. Not what the Temme people want to watch."

"That Tin Man, sure is pushy and arrogant," Song whispered to Sarah. Finishing the statement with a snide remark, "he sort of reminds me of robot from Wizard of Oz."

Daniella laughs as she hears what Wayne's saying, then turns to Cherise. "Hey huni, when did you get here? I had a feeling my instincts were right about that Bender. Listen, Justin doesn't seem to want to talk to me so do you want to come with me and see Josh? He seemed a little freak. I'm going to see what's wrong. You can come if you want to, okay?" Daniella excuses herself, goes over to where Josh is sitting and sits next to him. "Are you alright? It sounded like you had a really bad dream? Would you like to talk about it? Or better still, something else to get your mind off it?" Daniella gives Josh what she hopes is a reassuring smile and waits.

Cherise went and joined Daniella. At least someone wasn't making death threats against her.

Daniella smiles sweetly at Cherise and whispers. "Thanks for trusting me before." She then turns back to Josh and tries to get something out of him. He's kind of cute in an 'I got PTSD kind of way'. ,Thought Daniella. Actually, he's just plain cute.

Sarah sighed, suddenly wondering if it was too late to grab a parachute and throw herself out of the plane. From what she could tell by watching the people she was travelling with so far, was that Daniella was going to be a totally whining girl, who if she didn't get her own way would either sulk in the corner or would flirt outrageously with all the men. Sarah really couldn't help feeling crateful that she was born a woman.

And she also began to wonder if perhaps she should have been locked away in some mental institute rather than stuck on a plane where all but a couple were weird.

She finally turned to Song and smiled, sort of, it was very strained, the atmosphere beginning to grate on her nerves. "Well, I must admit, if things carry on the way they are at the moment, I might be issuing a few death threats of my own." She slumped back in the chair, with an even bigger sigh.

Cherise vaguely overheard Sarah and wondered if she was to blame. She decided to apologize later.

Josh wiped his brow and noticed Daniella. "Uh.. H-Hi. Er, can I help you? Lemme guess, my yell scared you or something.."

"You didn't scare me.", Replied Daniella calmly. "I was just concerned. Bad memories or something, right? I'm guessing something tramatic happened to you. I mean, no one looks that freaked over just a dream. Would you like to talk or I could get you something to eat. And if we talk it doesn't have to be about that it can be about anything you want. okay?" Daniella wanted so much for Josh to talk to her. It wasn't because she thought he was attractive or for the sake of the game. She really wanted to be his friend or at least help him calm down.
As she was talking to Josh she heard Sarah sigh.When she glanced over, she saw that Sarah was whispering to Wayne Song. She also saw that Cherise looked nervous. She was a sweet young women and seemed to be trying her best to appease everyone. Daniella leaned over, "Don't worry about it, huni.",Whispered Daniella gently and quietly in Cherise's ear, using a pet name because she used them on everyone, "Sarah's probably talking about me. I get the feeling my little break down angered her." Daniella wondered what the other two were talking about. Hoping she had calmed Cherise down, Daniella turned her attentions back to Josh. He still looked really freaked from his dream.

Cherise nodded her head, then turned back to Josh. "If you want to talk, then we'll listen, but if you don't, then that's okay too."

[ooc: can we stop the being able to hear every remark everyone says. It's unrealistic and gets old very quickly when people react to everything your character says to someone else. Daniella moved away from Sarah, and she didn't shout it, so unless Daniella has extra special hearing, she wouldn't know what Sarah said.]

OOC: Sure.

OOC: Sure, but she kind of does. I'll explain later. I also edited my last reply for you.

"Uhh.." Josh began to speak nervously. "When I was 16, it was 1994." After smoothing his hair back, Josh continued. "You see, it's kind of complex. Buechoria was founded by Rejunes. It's a small island chain south east of Buechoria. The people who lived there used Buechoria mostly for farming, because of it's rich soil. In 1970, Buechoria was run down and gritty. The farms had become abandoned and overgrown. Then a man named Siegfried Dietrich led a revolution to make Buechoria a seperate country. Since we were the last country Rejunes had in it's once vast empire, they fought hard. Well, I was a soldier. A revolutionary. It was horrible; So many of my friends died. Practically my whole company was killed." Austin sighed. "You see, once we won, we cleaned Buechoria up. It's beautiful now and I settled down. I'm a police officer now. But... I have still have flashbacks of the war. Especially if we're stuck in a shootout. Er, sorry. That was a mouthful."

Cherise shook her head sympathetically. "I'm sorry. That must have been tough for you. I can't even begin to imagine that."

"Eh, you kind of get used to it after fighting a few years."

Cherise looked at him sympathetically. "Well, I'm glad it's better now in your country."

"War is a terrible thing. I'm glad your country is better too", Muttered Daniella in a sad voice. She felt for Josh. She crossed her arms and leaned back. Earlier, when she had made her video, she had lied. She had not gone into Military school when she was 14. She had been chosen for the Mark 5 project. She shuddered at the memories of all the things she had been through. The training, the testing, the loneliness. She had been to only one to exit the program in relatively good health. Lakyle had lived too, but only because he had gone blind and was dubbed a failure before any serious damage was done. If she had to chose her life, she would have stayed on the streets. Officially the project had been a failure, but unofficialy, in truth, it had succeeded perfectly. Other then a few "glitches" which had affected Daniella, she was "perfect". When the program ended, when she was 19, they had paid her off and returned her to her "normal" life. She had taken this trip to escape. The past two years had been so hard on her. She was finding it harder to cope. If she could interact with these people without any problems then she'd return home. Otherwise, she'd become a hermit, away from all other people.

Daniella didn't know anything about war. But she knew a hell of alot about losing her friends. She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward to acknowledge Josh and Cherise. She looked at each of them and then said in a forced happy tone, "Would you two like me to draw you a picture? Or talk about something else? I mean, I don't want to depress Josh any futher. I'll draw anything you like. I could show you my tatoos." Too late, Daniella realized what she said. She knew they might be curious ,but internally she hoped they opted for talking or seeing her art skills. She wasn't ready to explain about the markings on her body.

"You're an artist? Cool. I almost failed art class. Can you draw me a picture?"

Daniella smiled and nodded at Cherise. That girl was a real angel. That's it! ,Thought Daniella happily. She opened her sketch book and began to scribble frantically on a page, looking every so often at Cherise. I few minutes later Daniella handed Cherise her drawing. It was a portrait of Cherise as an angel in black and white that resembled a photograph. Daniella had sketched Cherise with in a long, flowing gown with perfect wings and lovely, glowing halo. In the bottom corner of the page was Daniella's signature. As Daniella handed the picture to Cherise she said, "It's you. Sorry that it's not that good." She then turned to Josh. "Can I draw you something?"

"Wow." That was all Cherise could really say. She was spellbound by this drawing.

Daniella blushes and starts sketching random things.


OOC: I'm going to a wedding so I'll be gone all weekend

OOC: See ya. Have fun.

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Cherise rolls the picture up and places it in her bag.

That will look nice beside my bed. It will get the sunlight every morning. . .

She finally turned to Sing and smiled, sort of, it was very strained, the atmosphere beginning to grate on her nerves. "Well, I must admit, if things carry on the way they are at the moment, I might be issuing a few death threats of my own." She slumped back in the chair, with an even bigger sigh.

"Death, eh? I prefer to use a Type 85-IIW silenced submachinegun on burst fire. The hostiles don't know what hit 'em." Song replied humorously beofre turning exposing the question in everyone's minds.

"Does anyone know where we're heading?!"

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OOC: It's Song not Sing. LOL

Giving the question some thought, Sarah turned to Song, remaining relaxed in her seat. She didn't really want to get all wound up before they arrived in their destination. "As long as it's somewhere hot, with somewhere to cool off, I will be happy." She sighed. "But they will probably have us stuck in some swamp filled, rain drenched place, as our suffering will make better television." Giggling slightly, she suddenly began to hope that wasn't the case.



[ooc: sorry, I keep mixing his name with your nation name lol]

David looks around at the bustle in the plane, the fighting, the arguing, the introduction...

all this noise was getting too him


"does anyone have any Panadol? i forgot to bring some along..."

David starts to feel a bit faint.

Looking over at David, Sarah smiled, then began scrabbling about in her bag. "I have some in here somewhere." She moved bits and pieces around, then moving them back to search another section. "You know, this bag isn't that big, and yet it sucks up more stuff than a black hole." Just about to give up her hand brushed against the box. "Here you go."

She got up from the chair, and popped two tablets out of the packet into David's hand, before smiling again. "I hope it goes quickly, flying with a bad head is painful. Of course, it could be worse. It could be a hangover." She put the box safely back into her bag, and returned to her seat.

Bender finally had some piece and quiet once everyone had stopped bugging him. He was enjoying some peaceful power-saving mode in his seat, completely carefree of where this catastophie of a voyage was destined for. All that mattered to him is that he had a steady supply of alcohol, his fuel supply. Perhaps when he got there he could build a kickass fort out of sticks or old couch cushions and stuff. It would have a periscope and a bed and everything!

After an hour or so, he was interrupted from sleep mode. He looked around trying to determine what had woken him up, when he noticed that his arm had slid off the arm rest and turned off his screen saver.

"Ah damnit," he said, "I hate when that happens."

Bender turned his head to the left and peered out the window. Still lots of clouds. Either they hadn't landed yet, or they had flown into Cheech Marin's backyard. He stood up and walked over to the cockpit door.

Tap tap tap... he knocked on the door. "Hey, flyboys! Are we there yet?" he asked. "And you got any booze up there? Because I could sure go for some."

Inessa and her cameraman sneaked up behind him. "We'll edit the booze part out. Although the Douglas viewers won't mind, the Saskatchewan viewers will."

The cockpit door was open. One of the pilots turned and opened the door. "We still have a little ways to go. Sorry, no alcohol in here. Hey, the in-flight movie is starting. Want to go see it?"

Giving the question some thought, Sarah turned to Song, remaining relaxed in her seat. She didn't really want to get all wound up before they arrived in their destination. "As long as it's somewhere hot, with somewhere to cool off, I will be happy." She sighed. "But they will probably have us stuck in some swamp filled, rain drenched place, as our suffering will make better television." Giggling slightly, she suddenly began to hope that wasn't the case.



[ooc: sorry, I keep mixing his name with your nation name lol]

"I knew a sniper from our spec-ops section. For his initial training, he was dropped into some god forsaken swampland and had to survive with extremely limited supplies for one month. Worst yet, he had to keep good maintainance of his rifle or else. I've lived through these sorts of situation in my training, so I'll make swamp and wetlands my home." Song replied seriously. The Sinoese soldier trained to enjoy asceticism is forever converted.

Looking over at David, Sarah smiled, then began scrabbling about in her bag. "I have some in here somewhere." She moved bits and pieces around, then moving them back to search another section. "You know, this bag isn't that big, and yet it sucks up more stuff than a black hole." Just about to give up her hand brushed against the box. "Here you go."

She got up from the chair, and popped two tablets out of the packet into David's hand, before smiling again. "I hope it goes quickly, flying with a bad head is painful. Of course, it could be worse. It could be a hangover." She put the box safely back into her bag, and returned to her seat.

"What's the matter, Dave? Feelin' a little queasy?" Song asked with some sympathy. Poor health hinders survival.

The cockpit door was open. One of the pilots turned and opened the door. "We still have a little ways to go. Sorry, no alcohol in here. Hey, the in-flight movie is starting. Want to go see it?"

Seizing the opportunity that pilot has come to inform them, Song had always wanted the answer, "Sir, would you please tell us where we're going?"

The pilot said, "We have orders to drop you in Hawaii. After that, I don't know." Inessa overheard him and said, "After we land in Hawaii, we'll be taking a boat to our destination, a small island in the Pacific."

The pilot said, "We have orders to drop you in Hawaii. After that, I don't know." Inessa overheard him and said, "After we land in Hawaii, we'll be taking a boat to our destination, a small island in the Pacific."


"Lady, will that be a powered boat or just some lashed timber craft with a sale and some oars." Song asked jokingly, "What's this program called anyway?"

"The program is called Survival. And, don't worry, it will have a motor." The in-flight movie came on.

"Survival, huh?" Bender remarked. "Sounds like some crappy chick-flick. Oh well.. back to sleep for me."

He lazily strolled back to his seat and went back into power-save mode. After a few moments, he began muttering in his sleep about booze and bending things.

Justin groaned audibly as the movie's title screen faded in. I should have known they'd be showing The Movie Whose Name I Refuse To Write on this flight, he wrote. Why is it that this movie has been shown on every single flight I've taken in the last four months? The script has to be the worst hack-job in motion picture history. He glared at the screen on the seat-back in front of him for a moment, then picked up Daniella's drawing from the vacant seat beside him, pulled a safety pin from his backpack, and pinned the drawing to the seat, covering the TV. Satisfied, he returned to his writing.

The Sinoese corporal looked in the direction of the writer, "another Hemmingway wannabe, how does the publishing industry function?" he wondered, before his eyes returning to the movie.

OOC; I"M BACK!

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Daniella frowned as she continued her drawing. She was a tad bit miffed, the movie stunk. She knew she could ignore the film, but was still a bit unhappy. She didn't have to watch the film so long as she drew but she could still hear the damn thing, even with her earphones off, because almost everyone was watching. She frowned at the drawing. Crap! ,She thought.This doesn't look right at all. Daniella suddenly remembered something. She reached into the front pocket of her jacket and pulled out her MP3 player. She stuck the earphones in her ear, blasted the volume, and enjoyed the sounds of all her favorite songs. She quickly finished her drawing ,shut off her player, and stuffed it in her pocket. I'll listen to the rest in a minute , She smiled inwardly. Daniella excused herself from her seat, then walked over to the row in front of Sarah and Wayne. Sarah seemed to engrossed in the film to notice Daniella. Daniella leaned over and handed Wayne her drawing. Much like her other drawings it looked very professional, the difference was this one was humourous. It was Wayne Song on a tropical beach, or at least Daniella vision of it. He was dressed the part including sunglasses and laying on a lounge on the beach with a coconut drink , but instead of smiling he was frowning. A thought bubble above his head read; "Damn I miss my gun!". In the bottom right corner above Daniella's signature was a short note; "Wayne, I heard that you enjoy laughing. I hope you enjoy this! :D "

Daniella smiled at Wayne and then returned to her seat to listen to her music somemore.

Lounging in her seat, Sarah sat watching the film as it distracted her from the general goings on. She had seen Daniella get up from her chair and come over, and thanked her lucky stars that she looked like she was engrossed in the film. Flicking her eyes at the picture, while Daniella was looking at Song, Sarah gave a slight smile, the picture was pretty good, and Daniella had captured something about the man sitting beside. Without giving herself away, she returned her attention to the film, not really listening to it, just hiding behind the facade of doing so.

Cherise had an idea. She turned to Daniella. "You know, once we get to the island, you could do a whole series of sketches about it. Maybe get yourself an exhibition."

"Huh?",Muttered Daniella turning off her MP3 player. After Cherise repeated herself Daniella smiled, "Yeah, that was part of my plan. I was going to make a coffee table book with sketches, pictures, and pictures of art I make on the island. My book will sell better then Justin's." Daniella laughs. "I wonder what he's writing about anyway?" She turns to Josh smiling sweetly. "Can I sketch? Pretty please?"

Josh looked at Daniella. "Heh, sure. Me, you mean?"

Daniella nods, blushing. "Of course I mean you, silly." Daniella slowly begins to sketch Josh hoping to the heavens above that she didn't reveal her newly formed feelings in her drawing. And if she did...well she'd deal with them then.

Josh smiled, revealing teeth as clean and shiny as the keys of a Steinway grand piano.

Daniella blushed even deeper and began to sketch Josh at a rapid pace. "Josh is so damn cute!",She Muttered. Suddenly, Daniella realized she had said it aloud. Her eyes got wide, she made an "eep" sound, blushed an even darker shade of red, and fainted, landing squarely on Josh's shoulder. The completed drawing sitting on her lap.

Cherise's first instinct was to make sure that Daniella was okay. However, after checking for breathing and a pulse, she decided to let Josh take over. She supposed that might help them get acquainted better.

OOC; I"M BACK!

IC:
Daniella frowned as she continued her drawing. She was a tad bit miffed, the movie stunk. She knew she could ignore the film, but was still a bit unhappy. She didn't have to watch the film so long as she drew but she could still hear the damn thing, even with her earphones off, because almost everyone was watching. She frowned at the drawing. Crap! ,She thought.This doesn't look right at all. Daniella suddenly remembered something. She reached into the front pocket of her jacket and pulled out her MP3 player. She stuck the earphones in her ear, blasted the volume, and enjoyed the sounds of all her favorite songs. She quickly finished her drawing ,shut off her player, and stuffed it in her pocket. I'll listen to the rest in a minute , She smiled inwardly. Daniella excused herself from her seat, then walked over to the row in front of Sarah and Wayne. Sarah seemed to engrossed in the film to notice Daniella. Daniella leaned over and handed Wayne her drawing. Much like her other drawings it looked very professional, the difference was this one was humourous. It was Wayne Song on a tropical beach, or at least Daniella vision of it. He was dressed the part including sunglasses and laying on a lounge on the beach with a coconut drink , but instead of smiling he was frowning. A thought bubble above his head read; "Damn I miss my gun!". In the bottom right corner above Daniella's signature was a short note; "Wayne, I heard that you enjoy laughing. I hope you enjoy this! :D "

Daniella smiled at Wayne and then returned to her seat to listen to her music somemore.

"Only in this TV show will survival be as relaxing as this," Song smiled to Daniella, after receiving the work, "I've survived a fortnight in a swamp with next to nothing as part of my training."

Lounging in her seat, Sarah sat watching the film as it distracted her from the general goings on. She had seen Daniella get up from her chair and come over, and thanked her lucky stars that she looked like she was engrossed in the film. Flicking her eyes at the picture, while Daniella was looking at Song, Sarah gave a slight smile, the picture was pretty good, and Daniella had captured something about the man sitting beside. Without giving herself away, she returned her attention to the film, not really listening to it, just hiding behind the facade of doing so.

"Finding the film interesting?" Song asked. His eyes could see through what others have in mind; it was all part of his NCO traning.

Luciano stood up for the first time during the flight, and began to make his way to the restroom. The trip there was uneventful enough, and he started to head back to his seat. Finally he grew tired of leaving his boredom to his own devices and approached the nearest and most inviting occupied seat. Disappointed to see that the occupant was busy writing, he refused to disturb him and made his way to next row of seats. There he saw an interesting sight; how could he avoid meeting a real life robot?, he thought. Approaching the shiny metal figure, he sat down next to it and accidentally brushed his watch face against its shoulder, eliciting an obnoxious metallic ping.

Josh chuckled "Hehe, why thank you." He propped Daniella in a more comfortable position, then inspected the sketch. "Wow, this is quite good."

Daniella slowly woke up. She was sitting in her seat and Josh was examining the sketch she had drawn. She really liked this one. She thought it was one of her better sketches. She had drawn Josh the way he had looked when he had smiled at her, but the background was different. Instead of having him in his seat she had drawn the night sky behind him, with many starbursts and a huge moon behind him. Daniella smiled at Josh. "I'm guessing you like my drawing. I'm sorry about fainting earlier, but on the upside at least I didn't fall on top of you." Because she had fainted, Daniella didn't know that she HAD fallen on Josh. Daniella suddenly felt nervous, she didn't know what to say. Daniella smiled again shyly and asked, "What kind of music do you like?"

"Jazz jazz and more jazz." Josh said happily

Cherise made her way to the washroom sneakily.

This is coming along marvelously.

Bender's sleep mode was suddenly interrupted. He felt something hit his shoulder and let out a loud "ping!". His visor quickly slid open, exposing his eyes, and he turned his head to the left and to the right, searching for what had disturbed his blissful slumber. A man had sat down next to him, and was staring at him as if he had never seen a robot in his life.

Bender angrily grunted, "Who are you, and why have you disturbed my heavenly visions of swimming in a pool full of scotch?"

OOC: In case someone isn't familiar with Futurama, this is what bender looks like: http://simpsonovi.comics.cz/Futurama/Bender.gif

Also, because I've got nothing better to do, this is what he sounds like: http://www.gotfuturama.com/Multimedia/EpisodeSounds/2ACV04/29.mp3

IT SPEAKS!!!. Excitment had taken over him, and he decided he would try to communicate with the strange being. "I am Luci-ano. What is your na-me?

ooc: BTW, Luciano doesn't look like this: http://www.futurama.simpsons-land.de/bilder/fryscan04.gif

Bender mocked Luciano's nervous stammer with a sarcastic reply, "It's B-b-b-BENDER, you talking epidermal burrito." He laughed, then opened up his chest hatch and fished out another cigar.

"By the way," he said, "Thanks again for waking me up. It was the best way to block out the pathetic banter that's going on in this flying trashcan." Bender flicked his thumb and a small flame emitted from it. He lit the end of the cigar and gave it a few puffs. Then he grabbed up a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels that he had placed in his seat's cupholder and began sipping from it once more.

"Flying trashcan? Interesting how a walking can opener is calling a Passenger Jet a trashcan. Someone has Antenna Envy," Luciano thought this was all good fun. It was so much nicer to dish out the smart comments than to receive them from 10th graders.

"CAN OPENER?!" Bender shouted, "HOW DARE YOU! My father was killed by a can opener! Besides, this soda can still communicates by radio. I could take this thing down just by thinking really hard."

"CAN OPENER?!" Bender shouted, "HOW DARE YOU! My father was killed by a can opener! Besides, this soda can still communicates by radio. I could take this thing down just by thinking really hard."

"Calm down there, I didn't know about your father, I'm really sorry. Anyway,
have you ever thought about turning your storage compartment into a brewery? I mean that way you can produce your own fuel."

OOC: Jeez, are you going to run through every Futurama episode premise?

IC: "Of course I have!" Bender responded, "But that takes too long. I like my alcohol the same way I like my femme-bots: fast, cheap, uh... smooth... brewed with barely and hopps. You know what I mean!"

OOC: Depends on how many I can remember :)
IC:

"No, I don't, but thats aside from the point. I think you should get some sleep, your emotionless metal face looks tired....somehow," he said as he stood up, his curiousity somewhat satisfied.

"Excuse me, but do you know where we are going?" he asked a woman who was apparently heading to the bathroom.

As Luciano stood up and walked away, Bender deftly took Luciano's wallet out of his back pocket, and opened it up, expecting cash. Instead, it was empty. Disatisfied, he quickly slipped it back into Luciano's pocket, let out an angry "Hmph!", and went back to sleep.

Cherise stopped. "The plane is going to Hawaii. After that, a boat will take us to who-knows-where."

Cherise stopped. "The plane is going to Hawaii. After that, a boat will take us to who-knows-where."

"Thanks a lot. I'm Luciano," he said extending his hand.

"Cherise. I'm from Temme." She shakes his hand.

"Cherise. I'm from Temme." She shakes his hand.

"Its very nice to meet you," he said with a smile. "If you were on your way somewhere please don't let me stop you."

"Oh, it's not a big deal. I just wanted to walk around."

"Oh good, I could use someone, I mean a real person, to talk to," he said looking back at the shiny metal robot. "I'm from Agrigento, never been to Temme, want to tell me a little about it?"

"Sure. Mind if I sit down?"

"Not at all."

Cherise stopped. "The plane is going to Hawaii. After that, a boat will take us to who-knows-where."

"Sounds fun." Sarcasm occupied Song's voice.

He turned to the man, "Hey, I'm Luciano, your the guy from Sino right?"

Daniella smiled at Josh, not even seeing that Cherise had left. "Jazz is cool I like jazz. I'm kind of eclectic. That means that I like almost everything, except some stuff that's just crappy. What else are you into?" Daniella leans toward Josh to listen more carefully.

He turned to the man, "Hey, I'm Luciano, your the guy from Sino right?"

"Corporal Wayne Song. Nice to meet you." Song extended his hand for a shake of friendship. He looked down at his dress, "Gee, I'm quite the stereotype here. They say Sino's full of militarists and guys in uniform." He concluded with a laugh.

"Hey Wayne, its really nice to meet you," he said geniunely. "Don't worry about it, we have Compuslory Military Service back in Ag. My uniform was Forest though," he added with a laugh.

"Hey Wayne, its really nice to meet you," he said geniunely. "Don't worry about it, we have Compuslory Military Service back in Ag. My uniform was Forest though," he added with a laugh.

"I heard you teach history, that used to be my favorite subject in high school until chemistry took hold of my noggin."

Song and Luciano had lost her. Temme was not a military country. In fact, practically the only military they had was peacekeepers.

David slowly woke up from his groggy sleep. Thinking to himself, "What happened? I remember getting panadol from this kind girl, can't really recognise her face, wonder who it was... got to thank her somehow. it was a bit blurry and I was feeling a bit faint then. After that.. nothing?"

"Everything seems quieter now... the bustle has toned down... that metal thing is enjoying his liquor, Josh and Dianella seems to be cosying up quite nicely, Luciano and Song are talking heartily. hmm... maybe Song finally found someone whom he could talk military and stuff. Sarah doesn't seem around, and Cherise is just sitting there. It must've been like 5 hours..."

David looks at his watch.

"5 minutes?! Man, this emotions from this crowd sure fluctuate a lot."

David approaches Cherise. "Hi Cherise, you're from Temme right? Do you know the host of the show well? Like, is the host some famous personality in your country or something?"

"Inessa? No. She's just a government bureaucrat who got herself noticed and promoted to Temme TeleVision's CEO. She's doing the show herself so she can make sure it's all G-rated, so this show doesn't suffer the same fate as 'Rupert Bear.'"

"5 minutes?! Man, this emotions from this crowd sure fluctuate a lot."


OOC: I think five hours was a much closer estimate

"Thats too bad. My fiance teaches Biology, thats close to Chemistry, right?" he said, scratching the 5 o'clock shadow that had developed on his chin. "I don't know anything about Science," he admitted.

"Thats too bad. My fiance teaches Biology, thats close to Chemistry, right?" he said, scratching the 5 o'clock shadow that had developed on his chin. "I don't know anything about Science," he admitted.

"The Chinese education system takes a greater emphasis on the sciences. We see history and the arts as supplementary propaganda." Song explained with a smile, "no need to worry, I did do pretty well in history and geography."

"Well, maybe if I was a little more bored I would quiz you, but as it stands I'll just take your word for it," he joked. "I'm glad I'm finally able to speak to someone from the mainland, the only Chinese I meet are usually from East Islandia."

"Well, maybe if I was a little more bored I would quiz you, but as it stands I'll just take your word for it," he joked. "I'm glad I'm finally able to speak to someone from the mainland, the only Chinese I meet are usually from East Islandia."

"That's quite alright. I've given back most of my historical knowledge to my teachers." His reply was almost sad. The mind is such a terrible thing to waste.

Sarah yawned tiredly, the flight was beginning to take its toll on her, not to mention it had been a very hectic day. All she seemed to do today was run around like a headless chicken, hardly knowing how she managed to get onto the plane at all. Of course, she had Song to thank for that. Or should she start thinking on him as Wayne, she thought they were friends enough to use first names.

Stretching in her seat, she took off her headphones, the film had finished a while ago, but she was not really concentrating to notice what she was doing. She looked around, and cast a glance out of the window. “Aren’t we there yet?” She shifted in her chair trying to get comfortable, wishing she was safely back in her bed, all snugly under her warm blankets. Sighing, she straightened up, and brought her thoughts into focus.

A voice came over the intercom, announcing that they were landing.

A voice came over the intercom, announcing that they were landing.

"I bet you can't wait to get off the plane and get some fresh air." Song looked at his sleepy fellow, or is she his travel companion now? "There's no clean air in Sino. In fact, due to overpopulation there's seemingly not enough air."

Justin looked up from his notebook and began to gather his belongings. Stowing his tray table, he took the opportunity to actually look for the first time at the drawing Daniella had done. He whistled appreciatively. That's some kind of talent she's got. Once satisfied that everything was in place, he sat back to wait for the plane to come to a complete stop.

Inessa glanced down at her clipboard. "We need to re-tape Bender's intro. It won't edit nicely, and we can't show that on the air."

Austin had unfortunately dozed into a light sleep when Daniella asked him more question. "Whoa, I fell alseep!" Josh looked over at Daniella and apologized. "I'm so sorry, I did not mean to. What was the question?" He asked as he organized the objects inside his overstuffed bag and straighted his tie and hair.

"Everybody, I think I'll stay in the plane and return home through Temme. I don't think I can continue because my headache is getting worse. It could be migraine for I know. So, I'm really sorry."

OOC: Actually, I have exams, so I'm pulling out. Good luck to the rest of you in this weirdly G-rated show.

OOC: Good luck on the exams.

IC:

Inessa nodded her head and wrote something down. "All right. Now, for the rest of you, it's only a short walk to the dock where our boat is."

Cherise looked for Daniella. She was still happily talking to Josh.

Bender had been awoken by the announcement of the landing. He waited patiently for touchdown with anticipation in his CPU, and a bottle of liquor in his hand.

"Awww... a walk?!" he complained. "They make you do everything to get on these shows!"

OOC:

Some of you may have somthing to contribut here:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=349730

I always like a good laugh.

Cherise gave him a little look, but kept it cleverly concealed. Already she was thinking that Bender was a spoiled brat, but she was definitely keeping this to herself.

Sarah moved in her seat, and rose as the plane taxied to a halt. Getting up, she fished about for her belongings, pulling her bag down from the overhead compartment, then moved aside so that Song could reach his. “First a plane, now a boat? I hope the water is calm, I’m not really in the mood for a bout of seasickness on top of everything else.” She flung her bag over her shoulder, then rummaged beneath her seat, picking up her bag of magazines that she had bought for the journey, but in the end, never needed.

“I think I will be glad to hit the sack.” She smiled at Song, as she tried to battle a yawn. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m not asleep before my head hits the pillow.” Not for a moment did she think she was going to have a bed, let alone something soft to rest her head on.

Sarah moved in her seat, and rose as the plane taxied to a halt. Getting up, she fished about for her belongings, pulling her bag down from the overhead compartment, then moved aside so that Song could reach his. “First a plane, now a boat? I hope the water is calm, I’m not really in the mood for a bout of seasickness on top of everything else.” She flung her bag over her shoulder, then rummaged beneath her seat, picking up her bag of magazines that she had bought for the journey, but in the end, never needed.

“I think I will be glad to hit the sack.” She smiled at Song, as she tried to battle a yawn. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m not asleep before my head hits the pillow.” Not for a moment did she think she was going to have a bed, let alone something soft to rest her head on.

"You know, Sarah." Song said with a joking grin, "If you're too tired, I can carry you off the plane."

Daniella rushed back to the front of ther plane, quickly re-packing her backpack. She was really excited. Daniella loved the ocean. She ran quickly down the stairs, eager to get to the boat. She wanted to get to her luggage before they loaded it. Unfortunatly, as Daniella was hopping down the stairs, she fell. Daniella crashed onto the asphalt. Her bag was fine, but her ankle was obiviously broken. You could see the down pushing against the the skin and her boot. "Oh no!", Moaned Daniella sadly. "They're already loading the luggage." Daniella stared sadly as a truck filled with everyone's luggage drove to the boat and began to load it. She did even seem to notice that her ankle was terribly broken.

Until she tried standing up. Daniella yelled in pain and fell down again. "What was that?", she asked in confusion, still not realizing she had broken her ankle.

Inessa came over and looked at it. It was definitely broken, even to the eye. "Daniella, you've broken your ankle. I think it's best that you drop out of the show."

Sarah looked at Song and smiled, “As tempting as that offer is, I think I had better walk. Carrying me and two lots of hand luggage doesn’t sound too much fun.” She began to walk down the aisle of the plane, then turned back, grinning at her companion, handing her bag to him. “But we could compromise.” She laughed lightly, as she walked down the rest of the way, blinking against the sunlight as they stepped out.

“Mmm, that feels nice already.” She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the heat against her skin, before opening them again, and making her way down the steps. In front of her, she saw Daniella topple over, and shook her head. The girl couldn’t even walk down to the ground without trouble, how was she going to survive in their destination.

Cherise approached Daniella and saw her probem. She looked around for Josh. She wanted to inform him of Daniella's problem.

Daniella blinked in a confused manner at Inessa. "You want me to quit?" She shook her head. "I don't think so!" Daniella pulled off her boot and looked at her ankle. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Daniella hit her ankle hard with the heel of ther palm, it hurt but at least now the bone was back in place. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bandage wrap. She quickly wrapped her ankle. Daniella got up, making sure she kept her weight off her ankle. "I heal fast. My ankle will be better in a little while. I don't need to quit, I'll probably be fine by the end of the boat ride." Daniella smiled at the host, "Please just let me keep going. I'll be fine. I just need someone to lean on while I walk to the boat." Daniella looked around for Cherise or Josh to help her. "I'll be fine." Daniella continued to search for someone to help her to the boat.

Inessa scowled. "I don't want us getting sued. You'd better go home." Cherise said softly, "Ms. Wombat? It's all right. Daniella signed the waiver, right? And she's of a legal age, right? So, you can't be sued." She turned to Daniella. "Need any help?"

Daniella smiles and nods to the host. She thens leans on Cherise and begins to walk with her to the boat. As they're walking, Daniella leans in and whispers, "You rule! You are officially my new best friend." Daniella smiles at Cherise in a friendly and loving manor. Cherise was such a sweet young woman.

"Thanks!" Cherise leaned over and whispered to Daniella, "You wanted to talk to me, earlier, on the plane, right? If you still want to, then I think the boat is the best place, before the cameras really heat up."

Daniella looks over at Cherise. She trusted her. She didn't know why but she did. "There not allowed having camaras in the bathrooms. It's against the rules. So we can just talk in one of the bathrooms on the boat. I have to warn you though; The whole thing is a little weird. I mean I can't unsay what I'm going to tell you. You sure you still want to know?"

Cherise paused for a moment, but then whispered, "Yes. I'm sure. Thanks for warning me, though."

"No prob. As long as your sure.",Replied Daniella. "Listen, I need to concentrate on my footing so tell me when we get to the bathroom."

"Sure." Cherise helped Daniella on the boat, past a scowling Inessa, to the washroom. "Here we are." She took out a powder compact, in case anyone would question.

Sarah looked at Song and smiled, “As tempting as that offer is, I think I had better walk. Carrying me and two lots of hand luggage doesn’t sound too much fun.” She began to walk down the aisle of the plane, then turned back, grinning at her companion, handing her bag to him. “But we could compromise.” She laughed lightly, as she walked down the rest of the way, blinking against the sunlight as they stepped out.

“Mmm, that feels nice already.” She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the heat against her skin, before opening them again, and making her way down the steps. In front of her, she saw Daniella topple over, and shook her head. The girl couldn’t even walk down to the ground without trouble, how was she going to survive in their destination.

Receiving the extra piece of luggage, Song had no trouble handling it, after all, he had carried mortars and ammo tins which were much heavier. His eyes were glued to the sight of Sarah enjoying the sunlight.

Then he looked forward, Daniella had fallen, looks like a broken ankle or shattered knee. Song hoped that Bender wasn't responsible for this!

"Okay here's my secret.", Began Daniella as she hoped up and sat on the counter. "Remember how on my video interview I said that I went to military school when I was 14? Well it's not true. I was chosen for an experiment called; "The Mark 5 Project". The goal was to create a ton of super soliders. The government had no clue what was going on. Anyway, there were about fifty of us in the begining, but only two of us survived. My friend Lakyle and I. Lakyle went blind early on due to the injections and was freed. He stuck around to help me ,though. Everyone else died. I was the only one who actually lived through the full training. Unfortunatly, it didn't work as it should have." Daniella noticed that Cherise moved back a bit. "It's nothing that bad. It's really only thing;
1)I have to take syrum everyday or else the chemicals in my system would kill me
2)My hair will always be blue and I will always have fangs.
3)I have hormonal problems. I have trouble controling emotions sometimes. But usually I'm fine." Daniella hoped that Cherise would understand that. "On the upside I heal really quickly and I'm super strong. After it was over they paid me off and sent me on my way. I haven't been able to deal with people right since. I mean growing up on the streets and then being a human lab rat, doesn't usually give you the best social skills. I'm hoping to learn how to adjust to people and...um" Daniella blushed crimson. "I kind of want to get involved with Josh. You like date and stuff" Daniella blushed deeper.

"You must want to know about my tat." Daniella pulled off her jacket and pulled up her tank top. On Daniella's back was two angels. This beautiful woman who looked a lot like Daniella and a man who had her eyes. Below them it read, "Live your dreams, little girl. You are our, whole world." Daniella lowered her tanktop and through back on her jacket, then turned to Cherise. "They're my parents. They died when I was just a little girl. I don't like to advertise them though, you know?" Daniella sniffled a bit then rubbed her eyes. She gave Cherise a falsely bright smile. "Let's go back out and join the rest. I kind of want to talk to Josh." Daniella blushed again.

"Um...Could I have some help my ankles still a bit tender?"

Sarah watched as Cherise helped Daniella away, and although she felt a little sympathy for the girl, she really could not find it in herself to like her. She was not able to put her finger on the exact thing, but she knew that the two would never be friends, at best Sarah could possibly tolerate her. Still, unless Daniella was a psychic, she would never know this.

Turning to Song, she presented her hand to him, offering to take back her bag. "You don't really need to carry it, if you don't want to." She laughed lightly. "I actually expected you to throw it back at me, and tell me to carry it myself." She smiled at him, her eyes filled with humour and a little surprise.

Cherise nodded her head slowly. She then smiled. "Great. Let's go rejoin the others. I'm sure Josh is looking for you."

OOC: Sorry guys, I've been busy. Now I'm in Minnesota. Lemme catch up and I'll respond.

Cherise and Daniella exited the washroom.

Josh inspected his bag and stepped off the plane. After adjusting his tie, he took in the air and stretched a bit. "I've always hated plane rides..". He removed his glasses and cleaned them. "Do I even need these? They'll probably get broken." 19/19 vision, that's what the optometrist said. "You can wear them or not. Doesn't matter. In my opinion, it's wasted money. You can see practically as good as someone with perfect vision." Josh remembered him saying. He chuckled and placed them in the case, then noticed the slight blurring of the distance. Earlier a cloud across the horizon was clear, now it was slightly blurred. Josh put his bag on the ground and sat on the ground next to it and took in the beautiful view.

Inessa got off the boat and walked over to Josh. "Get on the boat; we're almost ready to go."

Bender decided if he was going to enjoy the boat ride, he had better be in a good mode. He cheerfully hopped out his seat, and began whistling has he marched down the plane isle to the door, with a spring in his step. When he saw the boat, he decided to get a bit more in character. He quickly snatched a pirate hat and an eyepatch from his chest compartment, placed them on his head, and began speaking in character.

"Avast ye, maytees!" he shouted, "'Tis a fine vessel, arrr..."

He walked down the dock continuing his act, and marched aboard the ship.