Welcome to Gaia! ::

"There's something magnetic about how much I absolutely loathe you," she seethed, eyes narrowing in frustration at the host. She knew he hadn't called them here, yes... but he was the easiest one to blame. A figurehead for all of her problems, if you would. Besides, how bad would it sound for her to yell at the voices that'd just told her to come here? Nucking futs, if you asked her opinion. Crossing her arms in frustration, Annabel rolled her eyes at the question.

"If it's going to be a repeat of that shitty, unromantic performance? No thank you, McLean," she drawled, a certain hint of sarcasm present. But honestly, she hadn't outright refused- hopefully Chris would overlook that nice little slip up of hers. But, no, that wasn't likely, was it? Knowing him, he was just going to rub it in her face. As per usual.

At the mention of keys and chains, however, Annabel's eyebrows raised. Thinking on that idea for a moment, a wicked sort of grin took her face, and a hint of the unease slipped from her shoulders. Really, she shouldn't be admitting this kind of thing, but... despite how absolutely horrific that was, it was more along the lines of challenges she'd been expecting. Instead of, you know. Wordsearches and dollies.

"As much as I ******** hate you, that's... beautifully messed up. Something out of Poe, almost. ...Probably more exciting than dressup, at any rate."

oh cripes, now even the other campers liked the idea of torture? the thought was almost too much for ozzie. at least for the most part it seemed as if the other beavers were somewhat sane.

"It is hatred. I understand my own feelings very well, thanks." She scoffed in return, as if terribly offended at her thoughts being challenged. Honestly, though, she did hate him- Chris was a narcissistic, egomaniacal, no-good Rat b*****d, and spent too much time stroking his own ego. But then, that scar... there still had to be a reason. Loathe the man as she did, she was going to find that backstory. He couldn't naturally be this much of a repulsive a*****e.

...Could he?

Snapped from her minor string of confidence by the question of her liking it, Annabel flustered once more- whether from anger or embarrassment was up to the observer to decide.

"ACTUALLY," she started, a snap in her tone as she leered at Chris, "I've got no room to judge it. Seeing as it was my first kiss- and thanks for stealing that, a*****e, real nice of you- I have nothing else to judge it on and therefore don't know if it was above or below par. Whether or not I liked the sensation of it makes no difference if I can't stand the kisser's guts."

And yet, there was no outright denial.

"I never said, though, that I wasn't a bit of an a*****e myself. I say the sharks need to be left in, though. Give a little more... motivation," she said, gesturing emptily with a paw.

"But, knowing you, that was already in the plan, wasn't it?"

Nigel was still loitering around as he waited for the result. He was in no mood to go back to their slowly drying cabin just yet, and was contemplating sleeping in the forest tonight despite whatever dangers might be lurking in there. Anything would be better then sleeping on his pond-like mattress again.

Leaning up against the table behind him, he gazed around at the campers who were still there. He noticed very quickly that a few of his team members hadn’t even shown up yet, and grumbled softly to himself, “Brilliant…”

"At least -I- know when I like somebody."
Not that he'd -admit- it. No no no, that tight feeling in his gut meant NOTHING. Not a damn thing at all!

"Handsome? yes! Amazing TV show? Yep. Sounds like ya got it down pretty good dude."
Oh Annabel, when will you learn that saying such things even -sarcastically- inflated the ego of one Chris McLean?

"Hey hey hey, what does age have to do with it? Teenagers like youuuu can get around just as good as anyone else. Sheesh! It's not like I'm -that- much older than you."
Less than 10 years older than Belbel herself. It wasn't -too- drastic of a difference.

"Uh duh dude, I know. Got a bet riding on you guys in case -you've- forgotten."

How To Play

1. At the beginning of this challenge, Chris will roll a 20 sided dice or random number 1-20
2. Campers attempting to catch Chris will have 1 chance to do so. This means you only roll the dice (or random number) ONE time. If you match Chris’s number, it counts as a tackle.
3. The team with the most tackles catches Chris.
4. Campers who did not turn in a doll for the first part of this challenge may not participate. Sorry guys…but you can cheer from the sidelines!
5. The winning team will receive immunity and the chance to have Chris model their outfit (or as near as we can replicate it) for a day.
6. The challenge will continue until all participating campers have rolled or 11:59 EST Monday, whichever comes first. Enjoy >3

Winning Outfits from the last round :



After you've caught Chris, feel free to duke it out over whose outfit gets used and let us know. >3

The second the voice had cracked over the intercom, Annabel's ears had perked. She was silent in listening, and slowly, a wicked grin took her face. Glancing to the host with a predatory grin, Annabel slowly stood from her chair.

"I think we've heard this one before- this is for earlier~" she crooned, an honest-to-god frightening look taking her features. The second the host bolted, Annabel was on his tail, sprinting with a force she hadn't known. Finally, there seemed to be a good opportunity- tensing a moment, Annabel seemed to slow-

Then sprang.

Hopefully, if she could bring the Rat b*****d down...!