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Noel frowned at being asked if he wanted the strangers autograph. Since he kept up with the tabliods, at least ones printed in the UK, he knew this guy wasn't a big shot other wise he'd have read about him. Even if he was underground the brit mod would have known about him.

Though the stranger did have a certian vibe to him..... the other couldn't explain it.

"Errmm? ....." Noel looked confused but charming at the same time. Course Noel was one with a huge ego as well but in a different sort of way. Noel just loved him self and was very practiced around others.

"Are you fameous?" Why not just humor him a little... He knew that the other wasn't but still he could play along.

The brit mod watched as the other british guy made his way out side. He had left him asleep at the table... and felt bad. Maybe the guy needed a little fresh air. Noel smiled as the other passed towards the door a friendly smile.

Noel gave the other a curt nod , and some how even made that little gester charming.

"A'right," The brit mod tried his best to sound gansta. With his smooth butter voice and charming accent the thug gansta thing just didn't go right with Noel. The brit mod understood needing a bit of time on the out side though so let Nigel have his time. If the other wanted to join back up later , assumming the one called Chris didn't come back and have them move else where, Noel would be here. Probably.

Lorna woke up a while later, realising she was still where she landed and realised she was still in massive pain, she looked around and noticed a few Audio's had come out of the mess hall but she, yeah, well, right now she just left her bags and dragged her butt closer to...well, she didnt know where, she just dragged it closer to some building, leaving a blood trail behind her. Lorna was hoping it was the infermary but what did she care? Whilst being in massive pain, the medical help around here ould be next to nothing so why was she even bothering? Perhaps it would of been better to just go throw her body back in with the sharks, at least she would of died in ocean, the place she wanted to have her ashes scattered anyway when she died.

Aw, damnit! Chef frowned as Lucikinstheflaming added his own literal flare to HIS pancakes. Maybe letting the pancakes that landed on the flammable ceiling and cook with said bits in it was a bad idea, but at least it was something interesting. Chef was glad the interns still hadn't gotten around to testing the fire alarms in the mess hall. They needed new batteries.

But when hunger called... heh heh.

Chef looked out the window, a soft growl rising in his throat. The large audio turned and disappeared into the kitchen, out through the backyard, and... well, pretty much faded from sight.



In a couple minutes he was back. However, any camper that caught sight of him probably wished they hadn't. Gone were his yellow shirt, green pants, and apron. Instead... well, amazingly a light, floral pink looked good on Hatchet. He had a neat, pressed and clean shirt and a matching -- OH MY GOD IS THAT A MINI-SKIRT?!

..Why yes, dear campers, it was indeed a mini-skirt. He even went through the trouble of changing out of his boots and into... high-heels? Oh god, this camp was on a budget, wasn't it?!

In any event, his heals would make a neat click-clack sound once this shot made it to the editing room, and he did make a rather... noticeable figure as he strode towards Lorna. When he was close enough, he picked her up by the scruff of her neck and carried her to the infirmary, where she was set down carefully on a bed.

"Now, let's take a look at yew," he began before stopping, sniffing the air. Before, he had on a seemingly serene expression. Now it returned to his usual scowl. "WUT!" He yelled, staring in disbelief. As he had only seen Lorna on her belly, he was rather surprised to see that she clutched a jar of marinara, a nice sort of pasta sauce that made a pretty convincing blood. "What the 'ell are yew tryin' to pull 'ere? This may be Total Drama Island, but pullin' off drama like that at the very beginnin' sets the show up for ruin! Look at this! Torn clothes, fake blood... Yew just ran into the patch of brambles down by the docks, didn't you? Tryin' to sell it off as a shark attack -- ye're not even wet!"

He crossed his massive arms, ears back in annoyance. "If yew even did run into th' fresh-water, audio-eatin' sharks, they're bound by contract to not pull this sort of stuff 'til later on! But nooo, you jus' had to try and be the center of attention early? Huh?"

From here Chef growled and muttered dark things under his breath, patched up Lorna's few paper cut-esque scrapes up with a couple bandages, then booted her out of the infirmary's tent and threw her stuff after her. With that accomplished, the flap of the infirmary's tent was closed shut, and a "CLOSED" sign swung outside of it. Maaaan.

Lorna caught her bags nd looked back at the tent "at least there IS a bit of drama here already! And that pasta sauce was was SO totally used for good! Who needs real blood when you have your own fake stuff?" She called, hoping she still had her spot in Drama Club when she got back and yes, this sauce was SO going to come in handy, just had to make it scarce, she only brought a few jars so it had to be used sparingly. Lorna wandered over to a near by cabin and climbed up onto its roof, as best as she could given she had two bags with her and just laid there, watching the others, no way was she going into the mess hall, especially not to eat that stuff they called food either, that was one thing she SO wasnt going to do, wether she died of starvation or not, no food made by that chef will pass by her lips, that was a promise she made to herself now.

Serena was slow to make her way up to the Mess Hall being that she was so tired. She had stayed up for several nights before studying and making sure she had things packed, which she noticed had not made it with her. All that had come was the bag that stored most of her clothes but she had not checked it yet to see what remained in there.

She blinked at the audios outside of the hall and smiled to them before heading on in. Oh wow there were even audios in here! Was she the last? That certainly did not shake her demeanor or happy mood. However the smell of burnt.. substances that she couldn't tell what they were, and a faint hint of nausea did. Shaking her head, she looked over at the cold pancakes left. They looked safe enough...

The blue-haired female made her way to take one and looked back. Now where to sit? She wanted to observe people a little bit, so she sat alone, and took a bite. Might have been very cold, but hey, wasn't the worst thing she ever tried.