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((why cant she have her seperate room for now because she arrived late...we're in the middle of something and we would need to go back and RP her arrival. I think shes fine in a separate room...

EDIT: fine...I'll deal with it...lets just say she got teleported...because theres already someone else at the door...which sam is going to get...no seriousley...
Im like...five seconds away from posting something....

oh, got scots...I have a few things for the doctor to do if you dont mind...not all of it is typed up, but its fine for now...I will need to backtrack and insert them into my previouse posts...tell me if you mind me doing so...))

Taika jumped up, saying to Ian, "I wanna go see what that's about. This whole game show thing's weird. Don'cha think? Wanna come see what's going on?"

She ran to the door, her flimsy-looking sandals somehow clinging perfectly to her feet, but paused as soon as she saw Jason. She was expecting someone more intriguing. "Oh, hi! What's all this about?"

((Im back!!!))

Jason opened to mouth to reply, but nary a sound had left his mouth when a strange, bubbly girl rushed up and started talking. The words mixed in his head, and it took him a few seconds to figure out what she had said. Once again, he tried to reply, but closed his mouth when he realized that the two girls had started yammering excitedly. He stared. His headache had returned, the brothers were arguing, and he couldn’t get inside because two exuberant young girls blocked the doorway. He still hadn’t uncovered the cameras, so Mr. Voleard would be furious when he went back. He was fired for sure.

Jason let out a soft whimper. Back to being a waiter, getting minimum wage at some chain restaurant. He felt ill. His head swam; he could hear blood rushing in his ears. He was suddenly aware that he hadn’t eaten anything since lunchtime, and he adjusted his collar. Why was it so hot? He felt his face go red. There were dots swimming in front of his eyes. He swayed back and fourth as the world in front of him spun. Suddenly, he was falling, crumpling under his own weight. His knees gave out and he fell to the ground in a miserable heap.

The rooms went quiet. Sam and Taika stared for a few seconds. Everyone knelt down and tried to get him to come to. They shook him, calling his name. He murmured quietly, still unconscious. Sam stood up. “We’d better get him some water. Lets lay him down inside.” She knelt, picking up his arms. “Help me carry him to the couch.”

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Together, Sam and Taika carried him to the couch, Taika talking quietly the entire time.
“... Not to sound cynical or anything, but do you think this is some sort of test?" She asked, grunting slightly and adjusting her hold. Sam nearly dropped the young man, but recovered. A test? With all the cameras covered? They lay him down gently on the soft pillows. Taika ran to get some water, leaving Sam to her thoughts. Did she miss some? Sam glanced nervously around the room, scanning for any possible places that she missed. None. She stared at the fainted victim. There was sweat on his brow, mop of brown hair sticking to his forehead. He was twitching slightly, nervous tension all built up. It looked real to her.

A thought hit Sam suddenly. She turned to the door. The four extra crewmembers were standing outside, looking sheepish. Sam waved at them to come in. “Come on, I don’t bite. Your friend needs help.” The four shuffled in. They looked awkward, standing there fidgeting about. There were two brothers, tall, boggle eyed young men who looked like they could have been one person standing next to a mirror and a small mousy fellow with large glasses hiding slightly behind a short, fat, thirty something man with greasy hair and a black baseball cap. “I suppose you came here because of the cameras?” Sam looked at them over her glasses, assessing them. The group looked around, trying to see who would speak up. Finally, the fat man grunted a barely audible “yes” before staring at his feet. Sam looked at the brothers. “And I suppose you have a van outside full of equipment?”
The brothers glanced at each other, and then nodded together. Sam blinked. It really was like a mirror! She continued, “Well, you won’t be needing that. I suggest that two of you go back to the studio. Inform your boss that I am allowing one camera in the main room.” She held up her pointer finger. “One. No more, no less. Got that?” She stared at them again. All four nervously nodded. “Alright, two of you, go give your boss that message.”
One quick look, and the mousey kid and the fat man were running out of the room, leaving the brothers longingly staring after them. The door slammed shut. “You two, I might need you, so stay. I can give you money for a taxi later.” She turned to her ‘patient’ “What's this guys name anyways?”

The brother on the right spoke up. “That’s Jason. Mr. Voleard sent him to uncover the cameras.” He was more confident now, both felt like they had passed some sort of test. Hey, they were stuck here now right? Might as well make the best of it. Sam looked at the camera above the door. “Alright,” she began. “You,” she pointed to the brother on the right. “What's your name?” The brother jumped a bit “Uh…Darien.” He stuttered. “Ok, Darien. Could you uncover that camera there?” She said, pointing to the mass of plastic and wires above the door. He smiled “Sure thing!” He rushed to the door, bending for a moment to move the small stool that Sam had been using earlier. She smiled. He was like a little puppy!

She turned to the other brother. “What about you? What's your name?” She asked. He smiled confidently at her. He knew what to expect now. “I'm Derek!” He proclaimed. Sam smiled again. Two of the same! She paused. Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Oh dear, two D’s, that’s not good…” She looked up. “I hope you don’t mind if I get you two confused. I have a terrible habit of forgetting peoples names, and yours both start with D so…” She trailed off as the brothers smirked. “Don’t worry about mixing us up,” Derek began, “everyone else does!” called Darien, calling back from the wall.

Just then, Taika walked into the room, bowl of water in one hand, cloth in the other. She smiled, “Sorry it took me so long. I couldn’t find the cloth.” She stared at Jason. “Someone should call-- call whoever's in charge of-- stuff. Is there someone we're supposed to call if there's a medical emergency or whatever?" She looked at Sam and Derek quizzically. Sam shrugged her shoulders and looked over to Derek. He stared at Jason. An awkward moment of silence passed between them. Darien seemed to pop out of nowhere, appearing by Jason’s head from behind the arm of the couch. “I think in this case, we just call management to get a van and wait for him to raise from the dead.” He said, poking the top of Jason’s forehead.

Sam nodded. “Problem is, we just sent the only van we had back to HQ, and it will take too long to get anyone here. I tried calling the place once. There’s only one number and a voicemail thing that asks you who you want to contact. It takes forever to speak to a real person, and there’s really bad hold music. So unless you know an express number, I think all we can do is wait.” She stared at the brothers, who shook their heads. Sam knelt by Jason, dabbing his forehead with a wet cloth. After a few moments, she stood up and handed the cloth to Taika. “I just got an idea.” She walked to the now working camera. “Phones aren’t our only way of contact.” She stepped onto the stool and leaned close to the camera. “Helloo-ooo! Anyone there?” She tapped the screen. “Hey! Listen! If there’s anyone from the shows HQ watching this, just letting you know, this is the only camera you’re getting back. I sent two guys to tell you, but they probably haven’t gotten there yet.”
She tapped the screen again. “Hey! Pay attention! We’ve got one of your crewmembers, He passed out, and we need to get him back to wherever it is you guys are. Sooo…come and get him alright? Alright. Nice having this little chat with ya`.” She patted the camera and stepped off the stool. “So.” She turned to the group. What's ne- Hey! Where’s Ian?

Mr. Voleard’s face was the color of cooked beets. He was getting very tired of seeing the “no signal” sign on the screens. He glanced at a passing crewmember, and nearly sent him home, but thought better of it. He had already fired two people, and with five out to fix the cameras, his crew was wearing thin. A noise from behind him caught his attention. He spun about in a fury. Who was making that! It sounded like when a clip on mike got caught in someone’s clothing and started rubbing about…it sounded like sandpaper! Mr. Voleard hated that sound. It always meant a few more minutes of unusable material, and that always got him angry. He almost shouted at whomever it was to stop, but then noticed it, the source of the sound. One of the cameras was being uncovered. A bob of light brown hair bounced around the screen. Whoever it was was focusing on the microphones. The sound cleared, and the head ducked away. Moments later, the young girl who had covered them up in the first place poked her face at the screen. He groaned, was she going to cover them up again? But no. Her voice came over the speaker. “Helloo-ooo! Anyone there?” She tapped the screen. “Hey! Listen! If there’s anyone from the shows HQ watching this, just letting you know, this is the only camera you’re getting back. I sent two guys to tell you, but they probably haven’t gotten there yet.” Mr. Voleard grumbled. Useless information! Absolutely useless! He turned away and almost reconsidered firing that young chap, but another sound caught his attention. She was tapping the screen again. “Hey! Pay attention! We’ve got one of your crewmembers, He passed out, and we need to get him back to wherever it is you guys are.” Mr. Voleard cursed. More trouble! The girl continued. “Sooo…come and get him alright? Alright. Nice having this little chat with ya`.” She patted the camera and stepped off the stool.
Mr. Voleard was furious. Whenever he saw that girl, it was bad news! First she covers up the cameras, and now this! If this kept up, she would have to be disqualified from the show on his orders…He turned around and fired the boy who was sitting behind him. Just for good measure.

Im afraid that this is a bump....