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katherine_b at 06:12am on 22/02/2007 under pretender survivor
katherine_b at 06:12am on 22/02/2007 under pretender survivorChapter Eleven – And you thought this was done… ;-)
Tribes
Cakobau
Annabelle-Marie
Andrea
Hayden
Jarod
Mike
Peter
Rachael
Tiffany
Naulivou
Bob
Candy
Chris
Louise
Meredith
Michael
Richard
Sarah
“You know, one day we might get a real job,” Miss Parker quipped, even as she flipped through a manila folder.
It was exactly five weeks since Jarod had been voted off Survivor and – to be honest – the members of the pursuit team were bored. None of them had any real job to speak of now. Even Sydney had not been given any new cases to take care of.
“Certainly not this week.” Sydney leaned back in his chair and stared blankly at a painting on the wall. “The Triumvirate are clearly busy with other things. We are too involved in the so-called pursuit to be of use in any other area. Crying shame.”
“And sarcasm ain’t becoming,” Miss Parker was beginning, but was cut short when the door of her office suddenly swung open and Broots appeared.
“Oh my God,” he yelped, by way of a greeting.
“Actually, ‘Miss Parker’ will do.” She eyed him coldly. “What is it, Broots?”
Stuffing a hand in his pocket, he yanked out a crumpled sheet of paper and thrust it at her. Then he sank into the chair beside Sydney and mopped his forehead with a bright handkerchief.
“What is it?” asked Sydney.
After another moment of silence, Miss Parker turned the page around and Sydney found himself looking at a picture of Jarod wearing a red scarf around his neck and standing among a group of other Survivor participants.
“What did we miss?” Miss Parker snapped at Broots.
“Five episodes, apparently,” remarked Sydney, with just the right amount of detachment.
The three people grinned at each other before Miss Parker summoned Sam to take part in the ensuing conversation. In the meantime, Broots explained what he had found.
“I wasn’t watching it last night, ‘cos Debby and I went out for dinner, but this morning I went back on to the website and found that picture.
“Thank God for TiVo,” grinned the sweeper, who had arrived during the explanation.
“And the ability to download episodes illegally off the internet.” Broots grinned and leaned back in his chair. “Do you want to watch all five of the episodes, or should I tell you what happened?”
“Quick précis,” said Miss Parker briskly. “We’ll watch it later.”
“Okay, the short version then.” Broots grinned. “On Cakobau, Hayden was shocked by what happened, but he’s lying low and working with the girls to stay in the game. The you-know-what finally hit the fan at Naulivou, like we knew it was going to, and, when the tribe conveniently ‘lost’ the next immunity challenge, Sarah was shown the door. But then Naulivou lost the immunity challenge after that, too, and they decided to get rid of Chris, who had been working with Richard to try to get control of the tribe. They’d’ve have thrown Richard, but he’s stronger than Chris and they thought they’d need him for challenges. I don’t think he’ll be around much longer than the merger though.”
“And after that?” prompted Miss Parker.
“Well, then Cakobau lost immunity again, and Hayden convinced the girls that Mike was too much of a risk, and so they voted him out. Luckily for Cakobau, though, although getting rid of Mike did seem like it put them at a disadvantage, Naulivou somehow lost the other immunity challenge and so they finally got rid of Richard. He was getting too bossy.”
“But why was Jarod voted out?” Sydney wanted to know.
“Oh, that was kind of an accident,” Sam told him. “The girls thought that Jarod and Hayden were with them in voting for Mike, but Hayden said he thought Rachael and Annabelle-Marie understood that they should vote for Peter this time and Mike next. Hayden was right on the money with the communication problems he mentioned in that tribal council. Of course, Mike and Peter were over the moon that Jarod’s gone, but the girls are even tighter with Hayden than before, so he’s safe.”
“You’ve kept watching it, too, Sam?”
“Well, sure, Miss Parker.” The sweeper had to grin. “I was a fan of that show long before I knew Jarod was going to be on it. I didn’t get to see it last night, though, because I was on duty. I planned on watching it tonight.”
“We’ll be watching it with you.” She looked around the office. “I think we’re done here for the day. Let’s go home, boys, and have an early dinner.” The woman had to laugh at the horrified look on her underling’s face. “What’s the problem, Broots? Your house a disaster zone?”
“Well… yeah… kinda…”
“Fine, then we’ll go to Sam’s.”
“Or mine,” Sydney offered, smiling at the questioning glance Miss Parker shot him. “I do have a home to go to, you know. All evidence to the contrary.”
“And since when have you been a reality TV freak?”
“It’s an interesting study,” was all that Sydney would say.
Twenty minutes later, they were back at the psychiatrist’s home. Miss Parker raised an eyebrow when she saw how cold and impersonal it was – no paintings or photos on the wall, plain light fittings and lamp-shades, and only cream or pale yellow paint on the walls and carpets. As she sat on the pale blue sofa – the only object with any color in the room – she couldn’t help thinking that it was a rather sad reflection of the fact that he had had no chance to develop any really strong sides to his personality outside of his work.
She was distracted from this thought by Sydney turning on the television. He joined Miss Parker on the sofa while Broots connected up the laptop on to which he had downloaded the episode.
“You realize that this is a side of you I had no idea existed,” she murmured, and saw him smile.
“Everyone has to have a hobby,” he retorted as the opening credits began. “Why should I not be allowed to begin one now?”
“You’ve always got to have an answer for everything – just like Jarod!”
“Now you know where he picked up the habit.”
She huffed and turned her attention back to the television. As the beginning segment was focused on Naulivou and the previous night’s tribal council in which Richard was eliminated, it was not of any great interest to the Centre employees. The reward challenge, however, was far more fascinating.
It was early in the morning when Jeff greeted both tribes – three from Naulivou and four from Cakobau – as they came to stand on their respective mats.
“Well, we’re getting low in numbers,” he announced. “Candy, how does it feel to be only one of three?”
“It’s pretty quiet around camp now,” she replied. “I guess some of us are starting to wonder when a merge will be coming.”
Jeff chuckled. “I wouldn’t get too ahead of yourselves if I were you. Now, to today’s challenge…”
He concisely explained the directions and then grinned at the obvious eagerness on their faces.
“Want to know what you’re playing for?”
An outcry of enthusiasm greeted this question, and many of the contestants look around the otherwise empty beach, clearly wanting to see a covered pile that would be revealed to show the reward.
“All right, then. The winning tribe will have the first choice.” Jeff smiled in a rather smug manner. “You’ll find out what the choice entails once the challenge is over. Take your marks!”
The first swimmers dove into the water on his command and the contest was fiercely fought between the two tribes. In the end, Naulivou were declared winners by only the smallest of margins.
“Congratulations!” Jeff grinned. “So now I guess you want to know why you won.” He turned to the far side of the beach. “Come on out, you guys!”
There were gasps and exclamations – both from the survivors and also the four people in Sydney’s living room – as those contestants who had been eliminated appeared from behind bushes and walked over to another mat that was standing on the beach nearby.
The nine people separated into two groups – the tribes from which they had been voted out. Several, including Jarod, grinned or waved at people from their former tribes.
Jeff turned to the understandably confused competitors. “Two of your former tribemates are to come back into the game. You can use them to shift the balance of power in your tribe, or you can take the easy option and vote them off early. Naulivou, as you won the reward challenge, you have first choice, but you can’t choose anyone from your original tribe.”
Groans of disappointment greeted this last point, but Naulivou immediately put their heads together to choose one of the eliminated players. After a moment, Candy turned to Jeff with their decision.
Tribes
Cakobau
Annabelle-Marie
Hayden
Mike
Peter
Rachael
Naulivou
Candy
Chris
Louise
Michael
Richard
Sarah
“You know, one day we might get a real job,” Miss Parker quipped, even as she flipped through a manila folder.
It was exactly five weeks since Jarod had been voted off Survivor and – to be honest – the members of the pursuit team were bored. None of them had any real job to speak of now. Even Sydney had not been given any new cases to take care of.
“Certainly not this week.” Sydney leaned back in his chair and stared blankly at a painting on the wall. “The Triumvirate are clearly busy with other things. We are too involved in the so-called pursuit to be of use in any other area. Crying shame.”
“And sarcasm ain’t becoming,” Miss Parker was beginning, but was cut short when the door of her office suddenly swung open and Broots appeared.
“Oh my God,” he yelped, by way of a greeting.
“Actually, ‘Miss Parker’ will do.” She eyed him coldly. “What is it, Broots?”
Stuffing a hand in his pocket, he yanked out a crumpled sheet of paper and thrust it at her. Then he sank into the chair beside Sydney and mopped his forehead with a bright handkerchief.
“What is it?” asked Sydney.
After another moment of silence, Miss Parker turned the page around and Sydney found himself looking at a picture of Jarod wearing a red scarf around his neck and standing among a group of other Survivor participants.
“What did we miss?” Miss Parker snapped at Broots.
“Five episodes, apparently,” remarked Sydney, with just the right amount of detachment.
The three people grinned at each other before Miss Parker summoned Sam to take part in the ensuing conversation. In the meantime, Broots explained what he had found.
“I wasn’t watching it last night, ‘cos Debby and I went out for dinner, but this morning I went back on to the website and found that picture.
“Thank God for TiVo,” grinned the sweeper, who had arrived during the explanation.
“And the ability to download episodes illegally off the internet.” Broots grinned and leaned back in his chair. “Do you want to watch all five of the episodes, or should I tell you what happened?”
“Quick précis,” said Miss Parker briskly. “We’ll watch it later.”
“Okay, the short version then.” Broots grinned. “On Cakobau, Hayden was shocked by what happened, but he’s lying low and working with the girls to stay in the game. The you-know-what finally hit the fan at Naulivou, like we knew it was going to, and, when the tribe conveniently ‘lost’ the next immunity challenge, Sarah was shown the door. But then Naulivou lost the immunity challenge after that, too, and they decided to get rid of Chris, who had been working with Richard to try to get control of the tribe. They’d’ve have thrown Richard, but he’s stronger than Chris and they thought they’d need him for challenges. I don’t think he’ll be around much longer than the merger though.”
“And after that?” prompted Miss Parker.
“Well, then Cakobau lost immunity again, and Hayden convinced the girls that Mike was too much of a risk, and so they voted him out. Luckily for Cakobau, though, although getting rid of Mike did seem like it put them at a disadvantage, Naulivou somehow lost the other immunity challenge and so they finally got rid of Richard. He was getting too bossy.”
“But why was Jarod voted out?” Sydney wanted to know.
“Oh, that was kind of an accident,” Sam told him. “The girls thought that Jarod and Hayden were with them in voting for Mike, but Hayden said he thought Rachael and Annabelle-Marie understood that they should vote for Peter this time and Mike next. Hayden was right on the money with the communication problems he mentioned in that tribal council. Of course, Mike and Peter were over the moon that Jarod’s gone, but the girls are even tighter with Hayden than before, so he’s safe.”
“You’ve kept watching it, too, Sam?”
“Well, sure, Miss Parker.” The sweeper had to grin. “I was a fan of that show long before I knew Jarod was going to be on it. I didn’t get to see it last night, though, because I was on duty. I planned on watching it tonight.”
“We’ll be watching it with you.” She looked around the office. “I think we’re done here for the day. Let’s go home, boys, and have an early dinner.” The woman had to laugh at the horrified look on her underling’s face. “What’s the problem, Broots? Your house a disaster zone?”
“Well… yeah… kinda…”
“Fine, then we’ll go to Sam’s.”
“Or mine,” Sydney offered, smiling at the questioning glance Miss Parker shot him. “I do have a home to go to, you know. All evidence to the contrary.”
“And since when have you been a reality TV freak?”
“It’s an interesting study,” was all that Sydney would say.
Twenty minutes later, they were back at the psychiatrist’s home. Miss Parker raised an eyebrow when she saw how cold and impersonal it was – no paintings or photos on the wall, plain light fittings and lamp-shades, and only cream or pale yellow paint on the walls and carpets. As she sat on the pale blue sofa – the only object with any color in the room – she couldn’t help thinking that it was a rather sad reflection of the fact that he had had no chance to develop any really strong sides to his personality outside of his work.
She was distracted from this thought by Sydney turning on the television. He joined Miss Parker on the sofa while Broots connected up the laptop on to which he had downloaded the episode.
“You realize that this is a side of you I had no idea existed,” she murmured, and saw him smile.
“Everyone has to have a hobby,” he retorted as the opening credits began. “Why should I not be allowed to begin one now?”
“You’ve always got to have an answer for everything – just like Jarod!”
“Now you know where he picked up the habit.”
She huffed and turned her attention back to the television. As the beginning segment was focused on Naulivou and the previous night’s tribal council in which Richard was eliminated, it was not of any great interest to the Centre employees. The reward challenge, however, was far more fascinating.
It was early in the morning when Jeff greeted both tribes – three from Naulivou and four from Cakobau – as they came to stand on their respective mats.
“Well, we’re getting low in numbers,” he announced. “Candy, how does it feel to be only one of three?”
“It’s pretty quiet around camp now,” she replied. “I guess some of us are starting to wonder when a merge will be coming.”
Jeff chuckled. “I wouldn’t get too ahead of yourselves if I were you. Now, to today’s challenge…”
He concisely explained the directions and then grinned at the obvious eagerness on their faces.
“Want to know what you’re playing for?”
An outcry of enthusiasm greeted this question, and many of the contestants look around the otherwise empty beach, clearly wanting to see a covered pile that would be revealed to show the reward.
“All right, then. The winning tribe will have the first choice.” Jeff smiled in a rather smug manner. “You’ll find out what the choice entails once the challenge is over. Take your marks!”
The first swimmers dove into the water on his command and the contest was fiercely fought between the two tribes. In the end, Naulivou were declared winners by only the smallest of margins.
“Congratulations!” Jeff grinned. “So now I guess you want to know why you won.” He turned to the far side of the beach. “Come on out, you guys!”
There were gasps and exclamations – both from the survivors and also the four people in Sydney’s living room – as those contestants who had been eliminated appeared from behind bushes and walked over to another mat that was standing on the beach nearby.
The nine people separated into two groups – the tribes from which they had been voted out. Several, including Jarod, grinned or waved at people from their former tribes.
Jeff turned to the understandably confused competitors. “Two of your former tribemates are to come back into the game. You can use them to shift the balance of power in your tribe, or you can take the easy option and vote them off early. Naulivou, as you won the reward challenge, you have first choice, but you can’t choose anyone from your original tribe.”
Groans of disappointment greeted this last point, but Naulivou immediately put their heads together to choose one of the eliminated players. After a moment, Candy turned to Jeff with their decision.
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