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Asher had slept quite enough in the past day. In fact, he could now probably go a day or two without much sleep. That would be helpful considering it seemed everytime he slept too long, something bad would happen. Like this. The cabin smelled horrible.

He headed off to the kitchens with a bright red pair of jeans and an orange top. Asher hoped if the tomato bath stained clothing, that it wouldn't be too noticable on this outfit. He didn't want to make more than one trip to the tomato bath if he could help it, so he decided to bring today's outfit along. Hopefully normal soap and water would get the smell out of his clothes. If not, Asher thought to himself, I'd rather go naked than wear tomato stained clothes.

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When Asher returned quite a while later (he had taken a very long shower after that horrible tomato bath) he gratefully accepted a grilled fish and ate it immediately. Torn up about all of his clothes and posessions being ruined with the skunk smell, he hoped more cleaning supplies would arrive soon.

"Why would somebody do this to us?" he moaned, observing his formerly white fur. It was now faintly tinted a tomato-y color. In fact, looking at his outfit, he almost looked entirely like a tomato. How disgusting.

For the rest of Day 5 Bobby did his best to clean the floors and the lower half of the bunk beds... That evening, he took all of his stuff and spent the rest of the night cleaning it, trying to get the smell out of his clothes and his backpack.

It was late at night when Bobby finally fell over into bed exhuasted. He had given away all of the grilled to fish when everone came to the cabin ((Yeah, let's just pretend that he gave everyone a piece of fish, okay? LOL!)) and the horrid smell in the cabin had lessened...

Or maybe my nose has grown so used to it that I just can't smell anything anymore.

With that sobering thought, he pulled his clean sheets over his head and passed out.

Day 6

When Chris' megaphone blared through the camp the next morning, Bobby rolled over and groaned. His arms hurt from scrubbing the floor all day long and with the windows open all night long, they had plenty of visitors of the insect variety to keep them company. He could feel bug bites all over his body.

To put it plainly, the cool Audio was miserable this morning... and he wasn't looking forward to the competition.

Groaning, he drug himself out of bed and walked, zombie-like, to the showers.

Marina joined Bobby for the most part , but the smell got to her. She might of made enemies with the Chef...and this worried her , but she didn't speak much about it when asked she would say " Well we just talked for a little bit , and I gave him the fish , nothen happened" and that was mostly true.

She wanted to join Bobby in the bunks , to show those dumb campers that they couldn't do anything to take them down , but smell got to her and she ended up sleeping out side , by the fire place. Most of her clothes didn't smell to bad and she and washed them in the lake for what felt like hours , she was happy her stuff was on the top bunks at lease.

She was wearing just a white tang top , and small green and yellow boxer shorts that seemed to be some else's since they where male and a size to big but she didn't care they where clothes and warm. She let her hair down.

She slept ok , but she was worried someone would do something to her.

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The next day she woke up feeling like she slept in the wrong angle , lucky for her bugs don't like fire much , so she didn't have it nearly as bad as the others.
She walked in to see poor Bobby , the smell was ..... still yucky but she maneged to wrap her arm around him "hey lets get to the challenge ok" trying to make him feel better. Her hair looked like ' Something About Marry' and she had even more of a tomb boy thing going on. She didn't care , she just wanted to win.

((Since I’ve been away for a bit I’ll just have it that Nigel was going along with everything that happened in my absence k ^^;;
I’ll try to be around more often if I possibly can too <3 ))

Nigel wandered glumly back into the cabin and slumped onto his bunk. He’s just cast his vote and wondered if he should go to the confessional to get all the negative feelings off his chest.

Shrugging off that idea for now at least, he rolled onto his side and stared blankly at the wall. Hopefully Chris would just announce who was leaving and get it over with. The tension was starting to get to him, and he hated having to vote one of his own team-mates off.

Nigel looked up at Bobby, his face remaining fairly blank, “Hey... Well, I suppose it could be worse…” he went back to staring at the wall, “I just wish he’d just ruddy hurry up and announce it already”

((Edit: I forgot to post Nigel leaving the cabin to head over to the firepit in time for the results before I posted over there, so I'll just pretend he left shortly after this post k ^^;; ))

"Ready as always, sah!" Chef replied, readying his squirt gun. At Chris' signal, Chef pulled the trigger.

Viewers at home would have marvelled at the special effects used here, with many wondering just how the program managed to make the water look so... life-like. The secret? It was all natural. A torrent of water found only when several firetrucks combined into a super firetruck with an equally super water hose could come close to the pressure released. The water hit the cabin, forcing the door clean off its hinges and all the way to the back wall. Campers caught within were equally pushed back, leaving behind camper-shaped indents into the wall cartoon-style when the water ceased. Thankfully, the water didn't burn or cause blindness, hair loss, nausia, upset stomach, or anything else pepto bismol could cure.

But at least the smell of skunk was gone, even if everything left behind in the cabin was soaked all the way through.

Over on the other side, Chris had an equally devious arsenal at his disposal. Oh yes, the two had gone digging back in the production camp for the 'nicest' smells they could find. Afterall, what better way to combat skunk-stench than with a nicer smell, right?

Except when mixed together 'nice' smells tended to turn bad. Real bad. It was only when they had mixed all the floral scents they could find with clean linen and ocean breeze that the pair called it finished. Clutched in his paws Chris had the worst 'nice' smelling thing ever to grace Wawanakwa. And unfortuantely for the Gulls that little bomb was about to be in -their- cabin.

HA.

So once Chef had blown open the door, Chris quickly tossed the perfume grenade in. For a brief moment it apeared to be a dud, simply rolling it's way to a stop after the inital toss. ...And then it exploded and the perfumey smell quickly filled the cabin.

So much for the smell being gone. Prank finished, the host quickly turned tail and ran back to the Campfire Ceremony. It simply wouldn't do for them to find out he was gone. Chef fled the scene as well, heading back to his kitchen to work on tomorrow's meals.