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"Yew should listen to yer friend, though ah feel a bit insulted," Chef growled, "Mah kitchen meets summer camp standards, an' the infirmary is so clean yew could eat off th'floor!" Yeah, if you were an intern.

When Annabel refused to let go, Chef walked over. And by walked, it as a form of stomp. He couldn't help it -- it was in his nature and his boots were pretty heavy. "What in th-" he cut himself off upon seeing the fact that Chris' hand was bleeding, reaching into the cage to hold Belbel's head and pull down on her face in order to get a clear look at her eyes.

The large Audio swore and shifted his hands, using his strength to force Belbel's jaws apart and free Chris' hand. "Man! That's nasty! Am ah supposed to add an additional oral section to mah sock-puppet show? Ah mean, I mentioned it briefly but don't yew know what yew can catch from going there? Gah!"

He withdrew his hands quickly, grabbing one of the waterbottles attached to the side of the cage. This was quickly removed, opened, and its contents dumped over the blood-sucking camper, taking on an accusing tone. "Chris-man! How th'hell did she get a hit from that Audionip! Don't tell me yew were pulling that evil mastermind pose an' pettin' Fluffy with that hand. Yew know what this stuff does to those not used to th'strength Fluffy has."

She was still gleefully laughing when Chef pulled her off of the host, ready to fire some sort of snippy comment. This was, of course, until the water spilled on her- whining the second it made contact, cause damn it was cold!- moving back to sit near Ariel, Annabel crossed her arms, eyes trained on the host with interest. So she hadn't been imagining the taste of blood! Good! Elbowing Ariel gently, Annabel leaned over to her friend, still looking smug despite being doused in water. Whispering distance from Ariel, Annabel murmured lowly so that hopefully Chef- or Chris, she supposed- wouldn't hear.

"I hope that scars." It was a gleeful, manic sort of whisper, immediately followed by a deranged sort of giggle. Clearly, that was the greatest secret in all the world! And Ariel was let in on it! Still close to her friend, Annabel wrapped an arm about her shoulders, because Ariel was her best friend. DUH. And totally had to know her secrets!

"He's seven years older than me, y'know. And we've kissed twice. Does that make me a bad girl, like he says I am~?" The question was almost serious in nature, but the way she asked it... something about Annabel just seemed off. ...That, and the fact that she wasn't actually whispering any of this.

...Maybe she HAD gotten a whiff of Chris's Chia Pet hand. Or the interns had hit her too hard. Cage fever? ...Or probably just good-old fashion Annabel nutting ********. That always worked.

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Axl glanced at the crazed rabid chick, then at Chris' hand. His eyebrows rose a bit at what she was saying, but he shrugged it off. He just didn't care anymore; they were gonna do what they were gonna do.

What he did care about though, was being in a cage with a ******** psycho chick who was biting people. Sure, he didn't mind a bit of nibbling from a girl, but she was taking it way beyond love bites. And honestly, he didn't want his white markings stained red again.

"Um. Can I have another cage? Is that at all possible?" he asked, scooting further away from Annabel. "I'd take solitary confinement over a cage with the chick that thinks people are living chew toys any day."

"Hrmph, whatcha think Warden Hatchet? Rockstar boy there's going to whine from now until the end of this challenge if he has to stay in there..."
Chris grumped, watching Chef fix up his paw. He was appreciative yes, but he was still pissed it was needed in the first place. His poor paw man! Ugh...

Paw bandaged, Chris lifted it to eye the many...many many grinning faces decorating it.
"...Seems so Chef-man!"
The host cringed, moving off to get himself a drink from a coffee cup he had stashed. Mmmmm....wasn't really making his paw any less stingy but it tasted good at least.

Ariel was speechless. What the hell could you say to...that? Bond Girls, spies, Darcy, what the hell was she going on about? If Annabel had stayed on one topic she might have puzzled through it, but she jumped from theme to theme like a druid that couldn't decide if it was resto or feral. "Of...course..." she managed to get out weakly, hoping they could get out of here and get everything back to normal before they ALL went insane.

Smiling proudly when Ratchet offered out her arm, Annabel took it and gently gnawed, careful not to do her friend any harm. It seemed, at the very least, with the people she liked, she had restraint. Tail thumping against the ground, Annabel seemed to fall from giddiness to thought, using the chewing of Ratchet's paw to put sense into things. Pausing from her munchies, the girl seriously looked up, suddenly tense and sober.

"You know, you're a terribly wonderful friend, Q. Getting me through this literary party. Quite nice of you." The fake British accent was back, now, apparently slipping as the girl pontificated. Pausing to take another nibble, Annabel was silent- then continued.

"Q suits you well, you know. It's a character type I approve of. But then, with all these literary figures surrounding me, I wonder. Am I Alice, touring Wonderland? Shall I see this all, change morally, then wake up and be home? But what then? Maybe then, I am the butterfly, dreaming of being an Audio! But is the butterfly Alice? Very peculiar." A few more chews, then, as she seemed to return to her thoughts. It didn't last long, however, as Annabel suddenly turned to Ariel, gesturing with Ratchet's captive hand.

"And you, Ariel! You are poor, Dear Watson- loyal, and good with wits of your own, swept into Sherlock's plans by faith. You may not understand the method to his madness, but you serve as a foil- a sort of grounded logic to his bolder thinking, giving an otherwise unearthly character a sense of humanity. You are his conscious! His humanity! Quite nice having you around, you know. Did you know that, actually," here, she was still gesturing with poor Ratchet's paw, swept up in her tirade, "that he never actually says 'Elementary, my Dear Watson?' Popularized by film, that! Silly, silly film. Oh, but I am glad to have you, my Watson."

And tragically, it seemed, nobody was safe. Whirling about to the hiding Axl and the passed out camper, Annabel gave them a wave, as if they were far away- hello, distant friends!

"Rip Van Winkle there sleeps his life away, haha! Wakes up to find the world he knew gone, adjusting to newer times, fallen behind by his own napping. But no, no! Jay Gatsby here is who fascinates me!" She would've gotten up to move to Axl- and in fact, Annabel tried to, only stopped the fact that Ratchet's arm was, unfortunately, attached to her body. Instead, she waved with her free hand.

"Jay Gatsby! I don't know much about you, but that's how it went in the book, didn't it! Delayed character revelation! But but, allow me a guess here. I am Sherlock and Elizabeth and Alice and the butterfly, after all!" She drew a deep breath here, as though it might make her seem more logical. Straightening up, Annabel continued.

"Unless you were born Axl- it'd be terribly cool if you were, by the way, and I'd tell you I want your parents- you change your name to suit an image! And people are drawn to that, you know! There's this image of suaveness around you that people are absolutely charmed by! But! But! You hide, beneath that, a tender heart and a dark past! I think your luck, from what you said earlier, matches that. If you've got a dark past, I'd love to hear it! I do so love tragic characters," she sighed romantically, then, and turned her attentions back to Ratchet's hand- if only for a moment, when the other shot up straight to the air.

"AND let's not forget Dear Chef! Dear Chef, who follows Darcy so willingly! I am going to cheat on my earlier note. In fact, I lied. This is not literary. No, no. You're a wookie. You, good sir, are Chewbacca!" She absolutely beamed at this, seemingly terribly proud of the comparison.

"You intimidate people! In fact, Chris uses your temper, at times, to his advantage. You're not scared of losing to a droid, you're scared of losing to a Wookie! But beneath the strength and fur beats a true, loyal heart- following your Han with the fiercest of trust. Till the end of your days, you are together! And you have a really, really cool call. You know. It's very cool."

And for now, at least, it seemed she was done. Glee returned to her face, Annabel resumed her gnawing of Ratchet's paw, silent in her activity once more.

...Maybe she had a biiiiiit too big of a whiff from that Chia Pet.

(( I heart OFFICER MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))

At the mention of the unfortunate aspiring rockstar, Chef looked over to him. In truth, he found the whole situation amusing. Didn't rockstars want to be surrounded by girls? Wait. This was Wawanakwa they were talking about. There was always a catch. Today's happened to be an Audionip'd Annabel.

He leveled an icy glare at Ratchet, crossing his arms and scowling. "That was exactly the point," he growled, lifting up one of his massive hands to tick off the points. "One, yes the kitchen was dirty, and on purpose. What, yew think bad food's easy to come by? Jus' toss some random things in an' hope it doesn't taste good? No! It's a balance of texture and flavor, making things edible or cookin' things in new ways to the point where yew campers make things worse by imagining worse things in it than there really are.

"Two. Take mah table into consideration. Yew actually think ah put that much sawdust into mah food? Tch! It adds a bit of crunch and fiber -- what? Why are yew lookin' at me like that? Shocked that ah know all about vitamins and minerals? Tch! Even in mah blandest things ah have ta put in enough vitamins to make sure none of yew get too sick. That might account for the chalky flavor in some stuff, heh heh.

"An' allergies? If there were any, we have a helicopter! Point three -- if there's ever somethin' that serious that ah can't handle, said camper gets shipped off. Period. No chance for money, no immunity, no nothin', can't come back. Yew think we're just here to kill yew off, one by one? Think of the ratings! We'll try, but yer not worth it." Chef stops and looks away, holding his breath as memory brings to mind something. That... No! He shook his head, growling. "Why do yew think we had yew audition earlier this year? Huh! We've been doin' all sorts of background an' family checks to prevent this sort of stuff! Do we look like we'd gain anything from any sort of lawsuit? No! The Chris-man has though everything through carefully, down to the smallest detail.

"But, if you were lookin' for a way out..." He dropped his voice and grinned, offering a shrug. "If yew want outta here that badly so yew can go back to yer power-tools, jus' go ahead and vote yo'self off."

Done with Ratchet (for now, at least), Chef risked a glance at Annabell... who seemed rather content to gnaw and rant, much like he did. Except more with a flair that put his to shame in how gruff and uncouth it seemed.

He was rather impressed at her ability to quote from works of literature, even to name characters within them. Chef never read any of them, though -- or if he had, he couldn't remember. Such 'lofty' works weren't for him, seeking entertainment and challenges in the physical world rather than one formed and shaped by words. After all, that's what landed him here. Stupid fine print.

...Chewbacca though? Seriously? It... made sense in a way. He turned away from her, feeling rather embarrassed and yet pleased at the same time. It was about time someone acknowledged his hard work! Seriously.

Now, poor, poor Axl. He tilted his head to one side, considering before reaching into his pocket and drawing out a box. "Here, man," he said before opening it and tossing Axl a small stick of used chalk. It was about two inches long, and one point was rounded from when Chef used it. "Draw yoself a line and tell the others to stay outta it. Or somethin'. If that doesn't work, then maybe we'll take yew up on that offer, heh heh."