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katherine_b at 09:46am on 21/01/2007
katherine_b at 09:46am on 21/01/2007Chapter Six – The First Immunity Challenge
Tribes
Cakobau
Annabelle-Marie
Andrea
Hayden
Jarod
Mike
Peter
Rachael
Tiffany
Naulivou
Bob
Candy
Chris
Louise
Meredith
Michael
Richard
Sarah
The first immunity challenge began after the break and the tribes arrived to find Jeff in front of a large box containing thin poles. He complimented the tribes on their work constructing the Bures before revealing the immunity idol – a small ceremonial tiki, a grinning face carved out of wood.
Explaining that javelin-throwing – Tiga – was an important part of Fijian culture Jeff then told the tribes that they would have to throw javelins at a target some distance away. The first tribe to get ten javelins in the target would be immune from tribal council. Tribe members would each have one shot and then anyone could have a second turn.
The two tribes lined up and the first person in each row took a javelin. Sydney noticed that, while the other members of Cakobau were cheering, Jarod was watching Peter intently, evidently trying to see how a javelin was thrown.
“Jarod has not done this before,” the psychiatrist stated. “It will be interesting to see if he succeeds.”
Miss Parker shot him a glance that seemed to suggest skepticism of his statement. “He always succeeds, Sydney,” she responded dryly.
“Only after practice,” he reminded her. “Remember when he was learning to swim? It took him days. If he has not thrown a javelin before, he will not get the practice he needs now and may not do well.”
She snorted, clearly unconvinced, and turned back to the television. Both Peter and Bob had got their javelins within the target, and it was now Annabelle-Marie and Sarah who were taking a turn. Annabelle-Marie’s shot was wild and ended up well out of the target, but Sarah, with a practiced technique, was successful.
“Two-one to Naulivou,” Jeff announced, and then Jarod and Michael stepped up.
It was obvious to the viewers in Broots’ home that Michael was also practiced with the javelin. His throw was clean and easily hit the target. Jarod, on the other hand, weighed the object in his hand for a long moment and, to Sydney, it was clear that he was simulating the flight of the javelin and the strength needed to get it into the square. When he finally threw it, the javelin sailed at the same height as Michael’s throw. It landed on the tape that had been used to mark the edges of the target and Jeff had to go up and look at it closely before announcing that Jarod’s throw was just barely outside the square.
Both Sam and Broots groaned loudly. Miss Parker shot a withering glance in their direction.
“Objectivity,” she remarked, “is a wonderful thing.”
“But rather tedious,” Sydney told her. “It is only reasonable that we should become, to some extent, emotionally involved with Jarod’s progress through this game.”
“He’s not happy,” remarked Broots, seemingly unaffected by his boss’s sarcastic remark, and it was clear from Jarod’s dark expression that he was frustrated with his failure, despite the evident support of his tribemates.
“Oh, shut up, Syd,” snapped Miss Parker, despite the psychiatrist having said nothing. However, he had been unable to disguise his satisfaction at his correct assessment of his protégé.
“Four-two to Naulivou,” Jeff declared a moment later, after both Rachael and Louise had succeeded. Then Chris from Naulivou missed the shot, so the gap between the two tribes narrowed. Andrea succeeded while Candy did not, so scores were tied at four-all. The final members of each tribe, Hayden and Richard, both succeeded, so the scores were five-all when tribe members lined up for a second try.
This time, both Mike and Peter missed their targets for Cakobau, while Michael and Bob succeeded, so Naulivou was two points ahead. Both Annabelle-Marie and Candy, who had insisted on second turns, missed, as did Sarah, but Rachael succeeded, so the difference was back to a single point. Jarod was urged to have a second shot and, after a brief hesitation, did so. Perhaps because of the practice, or because he had decided that, due to the somewhat random nature of the game, his tribemates wouldn’t think it strange if he succeeded, he took the javelin and managed to get it just inside the target. The surprised look on his face suggested that he might not have expected that to occur at all.
Richard of Naulivou succeeded again, so that tribe was still one point up, and only needed two points to win. Candy got her shot, and looked almost as surprised as Jarod had done. Andrea missed, so that gave Naulivou a two-point lead, and the contest was over when Michael also got his second shot. An excited Naulivou accepted the tiki and the despondent members of Cakobau were sent back to camp to prepare for Tribal Council that night.
There was little talk during the commercial break, as interest in the outcome of Tribal Council was intense.
“Jarod won’t be voted off,” Broots said, but there was a distinctly hollow ring to his voice.
There was a murmuring in the room that might have been agreement, but as the show began again at that moment, no one was ever certain. Rain had begun to fall while Cakobau was returning to their camp so the tribe huddled in their shelter.
“Hey, we did a great job on the roof,” Andrea remarked. “Not a leak!”
Mike and Hayden agreed with her before the tribe, unable to discuss strategy in such a big group, split into several smaller ones, one attending to the fire, another to get water and the third going out to fish. Jarod ended up with Mike and Rachael in the boat.
“Andrea or Annabelle-Marie?” asked Mike, as soon as they were out of earshot of those on the shore.
“Is Peter with us?” Jarod wanted to know.
“Yes,” replied Rachael briefly. “I talked to him on the way back. He wants Andrea gone.”
“If it keeps him on our side,” agreed Mike, “then it’s her.”
“Is there a danger of him voting with anyone else?’ Jarod prompted. “If he tried to go with Annabelle-Marie and Andrea, could they get Hayden?”
“Possibly,” Mike said quietly, but only Jarod heard him, for at that moment, Rachael caught a fish and was distracted. Still, the group in Broots’ living room could see the suspicious expression in Jarod’s eyes.
The camera went over to Naulivou at this point, but when they returned to Cakobau, Jarod could be seeing talking to Hayden, out of sight of the camp, while Mike sat by the fire with Andrea and Annabelle-Marie.
“He said what?!” Jarod was demanding when the camera came up to the two men.
“He said you wanted to vote me out,” snapped Hayden. “And I suppose you’ll deny it now.”
“Why would I vote you out when we need you for challenges?” came the reply. “We had a deal, Hay, remember? Final three, you, me and Rachael. Four if Candy’s still in the game at the merge, but we can’t count on that, judging by what Naulivou said at the last tribal council. Who’re you going to believe, Hay? Me or him? We had a deal, remember.”
There was a tense moment while Hayden stared at Jarod before the tour-guide relaxed and grinned, offering his hand.
“Okay, I’m stupid. I never should have believed him. But I want him out as soon as we can manage it.”
“We’ll have to be careful,” said Jarod as he shook hands with his fellow conspirator. “He’s tight with Peter and if he hears about this conversation, he’ll get Annabelle-Marie and Andrea and vote the three of us out. If we can knock out one of them tonight, we’ll have more chance to get control over the tribe.” The expression on his face showed that Jarod was thinking hard. “At a guess, Mike wanted to stir up trouble in the hope that you’d decide to vote me out instead. If we get Annabelle-Marie in with us…”
“…and that won’t exactly be difficult,” interjected Hayden with a grin. “She’s all over you like a rash, man. Tell her to jump and she’ll ask how high.”
Miss Parker silently ground her teeth at this remark
Jarod grinned slyly. “Well, that could be useful. All right, you, me, Annabelle-Marie and Rachael to vote out Andrea tonight. If we lose immunity next time, it’ll have to be Mike, even if that does put us at a disadvantage against Naulivou.”
“We’ll just have to make sure we don’t, then,” said Hayden. “But if we go by what they said at the last tribal council, they’re also getting rid of their weaker women, so that will be Sarah and maybe Candy.”
“If they do that, that’ll open up a spot in our final four,” said Jarod. “If we’re careful, we can use that to get someone else in with us. We’ll just have to take care not to offer it to too many people in case they talk and we can’t keep our promises.”
“Good deal. But you know Mike and Peter will vote for you tonight. Andrea, too, most likely.”
“I can deal with that,” Jarod told him. “I’ll talk to Annabelle-Marie and we’ll have to hope she hasn’t made any other deals on the side we don’t know about or this could all come down around our ears.”
This was the final scene before tribal council, with the next shot showing Cakobau approaching the place where Jeff was waiting for them.
“Well,” the host said once everyone was seated, “now that it’s just us, let’s talk about these last three days. Mike, you guys had a head-start in the reward challenge.”
“Yeah, we were lucky there,” Mike remarked. “It was almost worth losing to get that time learning how to fish like the Fijians do.”
“So, is the tribe united now, after that experience?” Jeff prompted.
“Well, there’s a pretty united plan on voting, an idea for where that will take the tribe,” came the reply as the camera showed Jarod, Hayden and Andrea. The guys looked stoic, but there was a small grin on Andrea’s face that showed she believed she was safe for the night.
“Is it always like this?” Miss Parker wanted to know, while Jeff questioned several other members of Cakobau.
Broots nodded. “They like to draw out the tension,” he said simply.
She snorted and turned back to the television just in time to hear Jeff address his first question to Jarod.
“Do you think you might be voted out tonight?”
“I hope not,” replied Jarod. “I believe I have a lot to offer this tribe and I hope they can see that and let me stay.”
A shot of Mike at this moment showed him raising an eyebrow in a clearly skeptical motion, but Jeff moved on to ask questions of the others before sending the tribe off, one by one, to vote. The commercial break passed in complete silence.
The tension in the living room increased as Jeff returned with the votes. “The person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I’ll read the votes.” He opened the urn and drew out the first piece of parchment, reading the name on it. “First vote,” Jeff announced. “Jarod. One vote Jarod.”
The camera showed Jarod lift his head slightly and his jaw clenched. It was clear to the people in Broots’ living room that he was only just stopping himself from looking at those around him. Jeff continued to read the votes.
“Second vote. Andrea. One vote Jarod, one vote Andrea.”
“Mathematics for dummies,” Miss Parker snorted.
“Jarod,” said Jeff. “That’s two votes Jarod, one vote Andrea.” Then, “Three votes, Jarod.”
Sydney’s hands tightened around the arms of his chair and he wondered desperately if any of the people in Jarod’s alliance – other than Mike – had changed sides.
“Andrea,” Jeff declared. “Three votes Jarod, two votes Andrea. And Andrea. We have a tie.”
“What happens in a tie?” Miss Parker hissed at Broots, who, for once, actually ignored her. The woman glared at him, but Jeff Probst read out the last vote in time to stop her from exploding.
“The third person voted out of Survivor: Fiji.” He turned the parchment around. “Andrea.”
There was disbelief on the faces of Mike and Peter. Andrea, also looking rather shell-shocked, took her torch to Jeff. A quick look at Jarod showed the relief he was feeling at his reprieve and he shot a glance at Hayden, who sat beside him. That man grinned.
“Andrea, the tribe has spoken,” Jeff said solemnly as he extinguished the flame.
Andrea walked down what Broots had declared was the ‘walk of shame’ and then Jeff turned to the rest of Cakobau.
“There’s clearly some division in this tribe. I think you need to decide what your goals are and pursue them or you might be back here again real soon. All right, grab your torches, head back to camp. Goodnight”
The final shot showed a row of lights heading down the mountain before previews for the next program began, showing arguments blazing in both camps. Andrea, in her final words, said she had believed in her alliance, but clearly somebody had changed sides and caught her out. She wished the rest of Cakobau well and hoped they would win it all.
Tribes
Cakobau
Annabelle-Marie
Andrea
Hayden
Jarod
Mike
Peter
Rachael
Naulivou
Bob
Candy
Chris
Louise
Michael
Richard
Sarah
The first immunity challenge began after the break and the tribes arrived to find Jeff in front of a large box containing thin poles. He complimented the tribes on their work constructing the Bures before revealing the immunity idol – a small ceremonial tiki, a grinning face carved out of wood.
Explaining that javelin-throwing – Tiga – was an important part of Fijian culture Jeff then told the tribes that they would have to throw javelins at a target some distance away. The first tribe to get ten javelins in the target would be immune from tribal council. Tribe members would each have one shot and then anyone could have a second turn.
The two tribes lined up and the first person in each row took a javelin. Sydney noticed that, while the other members of Cakobau were cheering, Jarod was watching Peter intently, evidently trying to see how a javelin was thrown.
“Jarod has not done this before,” the psychiatrist stated. “It will be interesting to see if he succeeds.”
Miss Parker shot him a glance that seemed to suggest skepticism of his statement. “He always succeeds, Sydney,” she responded dryly.
“Only after practice,” he reminded her. “Remember when he was learning to swim? It took him days. If he has not thrown a javelin before, he will not get the practice he needs now and may not do well.”
She snorted, clearly unconvinced, and turned back to the television. Both Peter and Bob had got their javelins within the target, and it was now Annabelle-Marie and Sarah who were taking a turn. Annabelle-Marie’s shot was wild and ended up well out of the target, but Sarah, with a practiced technique, was successful.
“Two-one to Naulivou,” Jeff announced, and then Jarod and Michael stepped up.
It was obvious to the viewers in Broots’ home that Michael was also practiced with the javelin. His throw was clean and easily hit the target. Jarod, on the other hand, weighed the object in his hand for a long moment and, to Sydney, it was clear that he was simulating the flight of the javelin and the strength needed to get it into the square. When he finally threw it, the javelin sailed at the same height as Michael’s throw. It landed on the tape that had been used to mark the edges of the target and Jeff had to go up and look at it closely before announcing that Jarod’s throw was just barely outside the square.
Both Sam and Broots groaned loudly. Miss Parker shot a withering glance in their direction.
“Objectivity,” she remarked, “is a wonderful thing.”
“But rather tedious,” Sydney told her. “It is only reasonable that we should become, to some extent, emotionally involved with Jarod’s progress through this game.”
“He’s not happy,” remarked Broots, seemingly unaffected by his boss’s sarcastic remark, and it was clear from Jarod’s dark expression that he was frustrated with his failure, despite the evident support of his tribemates.
“Oh, shut up, Syd,” snapped Miss Parker, despite the psychiatrist having said nothing. However, he had been unable to disguise his satisfaction at his correct assessment of his protégé.
“Four-two to Naulivou,” Jeff declared a moment later, after both Rachael and Louise had succeeded. Then Chris from Naulivou missed the shot, so the gap between the two tribes narrowed. Andrea succeeded while Candy did not, so scores were tied at four-all. The final members of each tribe, Hayden and Richard, both succeeded, so the scores were five-all when tribe members lined up for a second try.
This time, both Mike and Peter missed their targets for Cakobau, while Michael and Bob succeeded, so Naulivou was two points ahead. Both Annabelle-Marie and Candy, who had insisted on second turns, missed, as did Sarah, but Rachael succeeded, so the difference was back to a single point. Jarod was urged to have a second shot and, after a brief hesitation, did so. Perhaps because of the practice, or because he had decided that, due to the somewhat random nature of the game, his tribemates wouldn’t think it strange if he succeeded, he took the javelin and managed to get it just inside the target. The surprised look on his face suggested that he might not have expected that to occur at all.
Richard of Naulivou succeeded again, so that tribe was still one point up, and only needed two points to win. Candy got her shot, and looked almost as surprised as Jarod had done. Andrea missed, so that gave Naulivou a two-point lead, and the contest was over when Michael also got his second shot. An excited Naulivou accepted the tiki and the despondent members of Cakobau were sent back to camp to prepare for Tribal Council that night.
There was little talk during the commercial break, as interest in the outcome of Tribal Council was intense.
“Jarod won’t be voted off,” Broots said, but there was a distinctly hollow ring to his voice.
There was a murmuring in the room that might have been agreement, but as the show began again at that moment, no one was ever certain. Rain had begun to fall while Cakobau was returning to their camp so the tribe huddled in their shelter.
“Hey, we did a great job on the roof,” Andrea remarked. “Not a leak!”
Mike and Hayden agreed with her before the tribe, unable to discuss strategy in such a big group, split into several smaller ones, one attending to the fire, another to get water and the third going out to fish. Jarod ended up with Mike and Rachael in the boat.
“Andrea or Annabelle-Marie?” asked Mike, as soon as they were out of earshot of those on the shore.
“Is Peter with us?” Jarod wanted to know.
“Yes,” replied Rachael briefly. “I talked to him on the way back. He wants Andrea gone.”
“If it keeps him on our side,” agreed Mike, “then it’s her.”
“Is there a danger of him voting with anyone else?’ Jarod prompted. “If he tried to go with Annabelle-Marie and Andrea, could they get Hayden?”
“Possibly,” Mike said quietly, but only Jarod heard him, for at that moment, Rachael caught a fish and was distracted. Still, the group in Broots’ living room could see the suspicious expression in Jarod’s eyes.
The camera went over to Naulivou at this point, but when they returned to Cakobau, Jarod could be seeing talking to Hayden, out of sight of the camp, while Mike sat by the fire with Andrea and Annabelle-Marie.
“He said what?!” Jarod was demanding when the camera came up to the two men.
“He said you wanted to vote me out,” snapped Hayden. “And I suppose you’ll deny it now.”
“Why would I vote you out when we need you for challenges?” came the reply. “We had a deal, Hay, remember? Final three, you, me and Rachael. Four if Candy’s still in the game at the merge, but we can’t count on that, judging by what Naulivou said at the last tribal council. Who’re you going to believe, Hay? Me or him? We had a deal, remember.”
There was a tense moment while Hayden stared at Jarod before the tour-guide relaxed and grinned, offering his hand.
“Okay, I’m stupid. I never should have believed him. But I want him out as soon as we can manage it.”
“We’ll have to be careful,” said Jarod as he shook hands with his fellow conspirator. “He’s tight with Peter and if he hears about this conversation, he’ll get Annabelle-Marie and Andrea and vote the three of us out. If we can knock out one of them tonight, we’ll have more chance to get control over the tribe.” The expression on his face showed that Jarod was thinking hard. “At a guess, Mike wanted to stir up trouble in the hope that you’d decide to vote me out instead. If we get Annabelle-Marie in with us…”
“…and that won’t exactly be difficult,” interjected Hayden with a grin. “She’s all over you like a rash, man. Tell her to jump and she’ll ask how high.”
Miss Parker silently ground her teeth at this remark
Jarod grinned slyly. “Well, that could be useful. All right, you, me, Annabelle-Marie and Rachael to vote out Andrea tonight. If we lose immunity next time, it’ll have to be Mike, even if that does put us at a disadvantage against Naulivou.”
“We’ll just have to make sure we don’t, then,” said Hayden. “But if we go by what they said at the last tribal council, they’re also getting rid of their weaker women, so that will be Sarah and maybe Candy.”
“If they do that, that’ll open up a spot in our final four,” said Jarod. “If we’re careful, we can use that to get someone else in with us. We’ll just have to take care not to offer it to too many people in case they talk and we can’t keep our promises.”
“Good deal. But you know Mike and Peter will vote for you tonight. Andrea, too, most likely.”
“I can deal with that,” Jarod told him. “I’ll talk to Annabelle-Marie and we’ll have to hope she hasn’t made any other deals on the side we don’t know about or this could all come down around our ears.”
This was the final scene before tribal council, with the next shot showing Cakobau approaching the place where Jeff was waiting for them.
“Well,” the host said once everyone was seated, “now that it’s just us, let’s talk about these last three days. Mike, you guys had a head-start in the reward challenge.”
“Yeah, we were lucky there,” Mike remarked. “It was almost worth losing to get that time learning how to fish like the Fijians do.”
“So, is the tribe united now, after that experience?” Jeff prompted.
“Well, there’s a pretty united plan on voting, an idea for where that will take the tribe,” came the reply as the camera showed Jarod, Hayden and Andrea. The guys looked stoic, but there was a small grin on Andrea’s face that showed she believed she was safe for the night.
“Is it always like this?” Miss Parker wanted to know, while Jeff questioned several other members of Cakobau.
Broots nodded. “They like to draw out the tension,” he said simply.
She snorted and turned back to the television just in time to hear Jeff address his first question to Jarod.
“Do you think you might be voted out tonight?”
“I hope not,” replied Jarod. “I believe I have a lot to offer this tribe and I hope they can see that and let me stay.”
A shot of Mike at this moment showed him raising an eyebrow in a clearly skeptical motion, but Jeff moved on to ask questions of the others before sending the tribe off, one by one, to vote. The commercial break passed in complete silence.
The tension in the living room increased as Jeff returned with the votes. “The person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I’ll read the votes.” He opened the urn and drew out the first piece of parchment, reading the name on it. “First vote,” Jeff announced. “Jarod. One vote Jarod.”
The camera showed Jarod lift his head slightly and his jaw clenched. It was clear to the people in Broots’ living room that he was only just stopping himself from looking at those around him. Jeff continued to read the votes.
“Second vote. Andrea. One vote Jarod, one vote Andrea.”
“Mathematics for dummies,” Miss Parker snorted.
“Jarod,” said Jeff. “That’s two votes Jarod, one vote Andrea.” Then, “Three votes, Jarod.”
Sydney’s hands tightened around the arms of his chair and he wondered desperately if any of the people in Jarod’s alliance – other than Mike – had changed sides.
“Andrea,” Jeff declared. “Three votes Jarod, two votes Andrea. And Andrea. We have a tie.”
“What happens in a tie?” Miss Parker hissed at Broots, who, for once, actually ignored her. The woman glared at him, but Jeff Probst read out the last vote in time to stop her from exploding.
“The third person voted out of Survivor: Fiji.” He turned the parchment around. “Andrea.”
There was disbelief on the faces of Mike and Peter. Andrea, also looking rather shell-shocked, took her torch to Jeff. A quick look at Jarod showed the relief he was feeling at his reprieve and he shot a glance at Hayden, who sat beside him. That man grinned.
“Andrea, the tribe has spoken,” Jeff said solemnly as he extinguished the flame.
Andrea walked down what Broots had declared was the ‘walk of shame’ and then Jeff turned to the rest of Cakobau.
“There’s clearly some division in this tribe. I think you need to decide what your goals are and pursue them or you might be back here again real soon. All right, grab your torches, head back to camp. Goodnight”
The final shot showed a row of lights heading down the mountain before previews for the next program began, showing arguments blazing in both camps. Andrea, in her final words, said she had believed in her alliance, but clearly somebody had changed sides and caught her out. She wished the rest of Cakobau well and hoped they would win it all.
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