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Billy yawned, half awake. He had put a small alarm next to him so that he could wake up before Chris yelled/screeched at them. If only he had his dagger of +5 non-sleepiness!

Sighing and rolling off the bed, he quickly changed. He had taken a nice shower last night so he didn't have to clean up now. He noticed Serena get out of her bed and nodded a quick hello to her. Grabbing his bag he also left to where they were all supposed to go right now.

Helena groaned and rolled awake from the sound of the speakers. She sniffed again and yawned, stretching her arms. What an odd night she had. Looking beside her, she saw Edward and Bella. When did they get there? Her stomach growled, so she grabbed a fresh pair of clothes and her bath kit and went to the bathrooms.

When she returned, she was relatively clean and her clothes werent stained or ripped. She felt a lot better since the night before, but her compact body hadn't quite gotten all of the dartjuices out yet. She trudged to the messhall.

Ratchet was still very wet and exhausted after hiking up the cliff twice- once for the challenge and once to get her tools. But she didn't want a nap; it was building time. There didn't seem to be anybody in the cabin, so she decided to get right to work. She was quite glad that her saplings hadn't been needed for the challenge. She moved her poles and bag of tools to the center of the cabin, where she had the most space to work. Bending the longest pole into a semi-circle, she joined it to the thickest of the poles, which remained straight. She lashed a pole to each corner, then lashed the remaining poles to the semi-circular sapling. When she finished the skeleton of her project, it looked like a strange sort of crown. She flipped it to its feet, chiseling off the ends of any poles that made it stand unevenly. There was a wide gap in the middle of the structure than an Audio could easily pass through. After fixing the feet, she grabbed her bedsheets and tossed them over the structure, making curtains. She now had a bare mattress, but figured somebody might be kind enough to give her an extra sheet or two... maybe she could get them from one of the other cabins, when they had to vote somebody off the island. It wasn't a nice thing to think, but hey, extra sheets. Once the curtains were in place, she swished between them a few times, making sure that the sheets would stay. Satisfied, she pushed the structure up against the back wall of the cabin, between the rows of beds. The most open part, right under the straight pole, nestled nicely against the wall, and while the top was open, it offered more privacy than anywhere else in the cabin.

Tahdah. She'd made a changing room. Ratchet nodded at it and shook it a few times. While the sheets swayed, it was sturdy enough. She'd used some tried-and-true joining methods, and her lashing was spot-on, especially for working with somewhat round poles. It was obvious this wasn't a professional structure; the sheets couldn't lay quite perfectly, for some of the poles weren't the same height, bark still remained on the saplings and they were bumpy and crooked in places, and there was the obvious problem of no roof for the thing, but it was alright for having been built in the middle of nowhere without a proper lumberyard in sight. She decided she'd be the first to use it. Carrying her clothes into the changing room, she stripped off her damp swimsuit and hastily tossed her favorite Frankenstein pants and shirt on. She hung the swimsuit on her bunk bed's ladder and started to pick up her mess. She gathered her scraps of wood and tossed them into the bushes outside of the cabin, then picked up her backpack and went back outside. A bit of lunch would be good, and maybe she'd run into some of her teammates on the way. She felt a little guilty for not staying terribly long, but she'd seen some of her friends jump when she went back up the hill for her tools, and Helena actually made it to the safety zone! Which was good, because Ratchet didn't know how the little girl would do around sharks. She didn't have a shark clobberin' hammer.

Just outside of the cabin, Annabel's strut had faded slowly to a walk, and now? Seemed more like a slink. The adrenaline rush was entirely gone. Exhaustion had taken over, and though she'd never say it out loud, there was a shred of guilt steadily growing in her.

Damnit. She needed to stop thinking about last night- it wasn't that big of a deal, really. He'd just been normal... nice, almost. And then he'd gone and ruined it all this afternoon by pushing Annabel in. It'd been REASONABLE to pull him in with her! But... maybe the after-comments hadn't been in line. Flushing slightly at the thought, Annabel shook her head. No, no. She wasn't going to worry about that now.

Pacing up toward the cabin, she caught sight of Ratchet by the cabin's door, and flashed the girl the best smile she could manage.

"Afternoon there, Ratchet? Kicking a** and taking names with your tools back in tow?" Her illusion of badassery would've stayed in tact, unquestioned, if Annabel's voice hadn't cracked at the last second. Clearing her throat, she laughed uneasily.

"Damn saltwater. ******** with my voice, man. Probably shouldn't have yelled so much on the way down."

After a quick trip to the communal bathroom for a shower, Simon sauntered into the cabin relatively clean and dry. It was far from the best, but at least the shower water smelled a little more fresh than the water from the lake... he'd wished he had brought his sandals in there, though. The floor of those showers were infested with mildew and he didn't want to know what else. He was sure that by the end of this camping trip, there'd be healthy colonies of fungus growing out of his feet.

Sounded like something that Chef might consider making into a meal, really... the LARPer shuddered momentarily at the thought.

At any rate, Simon had realized that although he'd been assigned a team and everything, he really hadn't had much of a chance to introduce himself or have a chat with any of his teammates besides Annabel. That... well... being the expendable background guy was not something that would keep him on this island for long. So despite part of him wanting to stay in that position, he decided to suck it up and try to make some more friends in the Gnashing Beavers.

"Uh... hey," he tentatively started after entering the cabin.

(( Ok, holy s**t, gotta say- Simon as Sylar? BEST. MENTAL IMAGE. EVER. ))

Grinning slightly at the compliment of her own a**-kicking activities, Annabel shrugged slightly.

"Nah, you kick a** in your own right! A changing station? I couldn't have pulled that s**t off!" She forced a laugh at this, waving a paw in an absent sort of gesture. Taking a moment to pat Ratchet on the shoulder, her smile stilled to a weaker one- more genuine, however.

"Seriously, though. I can't tell you how much your being nice kicks a**. I should focus on being an a** to that host, and let you be the nice one!" Snickering at her own joke, Annabel turned to head up her her bunk and grab her normal clothes- hitting her head when she heard Simon enter.

God damn, she really needed to stop doing that.

"Simon!" She squealed excitedly, turning to look at him with a bright smile. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice her tiredness- or at least, if he did, he'd refrain from commenting. Wagging her tail happily, she grabbed her clothes and began climbing back down.

"Holy s**t, dude, did you see me pull Chris in? Rat b*****d didn't even see it COMING!"

Zoë stumbled in just in time to catch the end of the conversation, following behind Simon unintentionally.

The sun had dried her off (for the most part), but her hair was still damp and mangled from drowning in the shark-infested saltwater. Giving the group a half-smile, she made her way towards her own bunk bed, mindful not to trip over her own feet (again).

"I have to say, Annabel," She began, albeit a bit hesitantly as she began rummaging through her bag for her towel, "You've got quite the set of brass balls on you, to do that sort of thing!"

Finding her towel at long last, she leaned down and began to dry off her short hair. She hadn't spoken much to the other team members since they'd started, but she was hoping to grow on more friendly terms with them (provided she didn't send any of them to the hospital first with her unfortunate clumsiness.) "His face was pretty priceless!"

((bottom one next to Serena's, if that's ok?))