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Asher Amitola rolled over and found himself in a faceful of fur. For a few moments he continued to sit very still, his senses slowly registering his surroundings. He could hear the chatter of other teens, so he obviously wasn't alone. He could feel the ground beneath his feet, so he obviously was outside. Before Asher was able to register what this all must mean, he realized the fluff was blocking his ability to breathe.

Asher shot up to all fours, gulping for air. Blinking slowly, he saw that he had been on top of another teen, one who obviously hadn't come-to yet. Looking around, Asher pondered just where he could be.

Before it had really hit him however, there were loud noises coming from all directions. Asher focused his attention on the loudest noise, another audio speaking into a megaphone. He wasn't really able to process what was going on just yet, but Asher did learn that the audio's name was Chris and that he sure did like to use that megaphone a lot.

After a bit more waking up, and the conclusion that they all were at camp, the other teens began to follow Chris. Asher looked around at a few teens who were clearly still unconscious. Deciding that fully conscious company would be much nicer, he followed the departing group.

Emilie forced her eyes open angrily, were her stupid brothers trying to wake her up again?! Had they not learned the first time when she shaved off their face-fur in their sleep?!

I'mma get them better this.... timmee.... she slowly looked around, focusing on the muddle of Audios around her. All of them seemed to be either confused or pissed off. She was somewhere in the middle.

Ripley Kantene woke up to find himself outside, in the sun…definitely not where he had gone to sleep.
“Huh?” he said as he sat up and groggily scanned his surroundings. Well, this didn’t make any sense. What on earth was he doing sitting on a dock? Furthermore…what were those buildings over there? Who were these folks (many looked as confused as he did) he saw milling around here and there? Why did his head hurt?

He leaned back for a nice big yawn (man, was he still sleepy) and when he opened his eyes he noticed what looked to be a note, out for all to see. “Notes are good,” he murmured. They held information, and if he had ever learned anything from TV, it was that useful clues were often left on notes. He moved over to read it.

“Total Drama Audio?” he whispered. It was nothing that he had heard of. “Mess hall? Meet up?” he looked towards the buildings. The note clearly wanted him to head over that way.

Making sure he had all his belongings (what he could find, anyway) he began to move towards the buildings. If that was where the action was, that was where he wanted to be.
“Hrm,” he snorted, trying to reason out what was going on. If he though about it long enough…the answer was sure to come to him.

Serena Riverstone was roughly tossed onto a dock and that's how she woke up was hitting her chin on the planks. Groaning as she got up, before falling back down, her blue eyes opened. What the heck? Last thing she remembered, she was chasing her youngest brother for eating her brownies that she was making for camp when something stun her and then... nothing...

Shaking her head, Serena tried again standing but this time was more stable and enough to stay up this time! She looked, wincing at the light. Too bright! Just woke up! Someone turn out the sun for just a few more moments! Wait a minute.. the sun? She looked around. Uh oh... she wasn't home anymore. Those sneaky people kidnapped her! Ah well!

She was here now. She found the note left behind and saw the paw prints left leading the way, though one pair strayed away from the path. She smiled. This was already looking to be very fun! Quickly, she walked in the direction of many pawprints from those who went before her.

Bobby Keanu rolled over and felt something jab further into his butt cheek, and that wasn't the only thing, his bed had suddenly become hard and wooden. Bobby cracked open an eye and realized that he wasn't even in his own house anymore, he was on dock somewhere with his bag laying across his feet, and the sun shining in his eyes. Sitting up, he reached up a paw to push his sunglasses back up to protect his eyes and reaized that he didn't even have his sunglasses.

Oh Well.

He plucked the dart out of his butt and tossed it into the water, noticing the roiling water.

No problem.

Picking up his bag, he slung it over his shoulder, thankful to realize that his iPod and all of his gear was still packed from the night before. He shook out his hair, nonchalantly, and then plugged in his ear buds. Soon, the soft cool sound of jazz was filling his world and he was 'lax.

Glancing around, he saw a red tail making it's way inland. He started to follow the other camper and then noticed the Sign posted on the side of the docks. Reading it, he continued following the other camper.

"This could be cool," he thought as he mosied on up the trail, unaffected b the noises from the forest.

Marlo Xanis was used to this feeling.
The feeling of waking up in a place he either didn't remember, or, a place he'd not want to be. But, this morning, (was it morning?), he felt both sensations at once. Slowly, (very slowly), he got to his paws. First, he noticed that unlike the usual waking-up-in-strange-place-place was not a back alley or, a bed that belong to an unknown person.
It was a...foresty....place. Rolling his head to his side and he managed to focus long enough to read a sign.
"Camp Wawana-whatever, man, that name it too long. Forget that!."
Now...the second thing he noticed when reaching to his pocket was that his usual goodie bag of snacks were missing. Which, meant he'd go hungry...but...he was in a forest...Looking around again, he spied a few edible things. Some berries, what he thought might be some herbs, (no wait, that's just some weeds)...okay...he'd go hungry.
With a sigh, he slowly, (again, VERY slowly), realized that he might want to think back to last night. After all, it COULD be a prank, right?
He remembered that cute girl and the sparkly sucker and...yeah....Not much after that from the other night.

Looking back at the sign, his mind and attitude lit up.
Mess Hall.
Which meant food.
Sweet, sweet food.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

From her storming from the Firepit to her arrival at the docks, some of Annabel's anger had quelled; instead of pure, unadulterated rage, she was crafting it; weaving it into something more refined, more beautiful. Almost a poem- art, in its own right.

Revenge.

A grin once more taking her face at the thought, Annabel gave way to her thoughts, pondering the best way to take revenge. It'd have to be something subtle... twisted beautifully, and outright powerful. Nothing violent, no- she wouldn't be getting in trouble on public television for her actions taken against the host. There had to be something he loved, cherished... needed. That's what she was going to break. Just barely silencing a snarling laugh at the thought, she turned back to wait for Ariel's approach.

"I'm.. not sure what to hunt for," she said seriously, putting aside the thoughts of revenge once more, "but... anything important. Something for self-defense, maybe? At least, that's what I'd do. But, I guess it's really whatever we find."

Sighing, the girl tsk'd slightly as she gazed back out to the water.

"I wish you would've been on my team."

Was a stick really the best they could get? Frowning slightly at the thought, Annabel shook her head. Great. Just great. No random floating objects, no lost items, just... a stick. Well, it was better than nothing, she supposed.

"I.. I'll take that." Annabel ground out, walking over to the stick and picking it up. The scent of overused hairgel seemed to linger about it- had Chris used this? Snarling partially in disgust, she cast it away to the sands, turning back to glare at Ariel. God, that host just.. infuriated her!

"I- ********. Sorry, I just.. I can't stand him. And it just REEKS of him, too, the b*****d." Shaking her head slightly, in an attempt to dispel the anger, Annabel paced back to the main docks. Draping her feet over the side, just enough to be cooled by the ocean spray.

"..I don't want to be here. At all. Like, I just wanted to read some damn poetry. Y'know?" She asked quietly, staring intently out to the water.

"And now, here I am, at some... freaky camp reality show! What're the odds of s**t like this HAPPENING!?"

Pausing, she flicked her ears in annoyance.

"It's not just me feeling that, right?"