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As Ratchet picked her way to the water main, she felt something incredibly gooey all over the place. It wasn't mud... it... came up with her and stuck to her pants... ohdear. Flypaper. Crap. Ratchet swore mentally, or at least what could be considered swearing for Ratchet, as she felt things being very, very sticky up against her tail and hands. She thought quickly. There were two ways to deal with this, and one of them would probably end with her screaming. She was sure somebody in the cabin would know what to do, hair-wise; for now, Ratchet winced and pressed the paper loosely against her fur, sticking down the corners. While this might have seemed a really stupid idea, she knew that the best thing to do would be to get it all down with no loose edges. That way, it wouldn't get forced down, it wouldn't make noise, and it wouldn't pick up bits of even more impossible debris. The stuff on her clothing wasn't too bad, really, even though the clothes were probably ruined. It was the paper stuck to her tail she was worried about. She'd have to enlist Noel or Helena or Serena or somebody to help her fix it up... or maybe even Annabel knew something about how to get sticky out of your tail. Stoically, Ratchet ignored the sticky, thankful for her gloves, and found the water main. The valve, mercifully, wasn't locked, and she turned it to half before examining the hoses. Hmm... there wasn't anything she could do to these here. She'd have to get back under the RV to play with the connections.

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The darts were in a box underneath a few other things, but in the end weren't that hard to obtain. Darts on hand Annabel would find the inside of the RV mostly quiet. A few rustling noises could be heard back in Chris' bedroom. Seems the host was looking for something.

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The kind of idiot AWESOME GENIUS trying to keep crazy interns out from under his RV! DUH DUDE!

Other than the things littering the ground the underside of Chris' RV wasn't very well protected. Seems that most of the intern attacks occured on the main production grounds themselves rather than the belly of the RV.

Ratchet quickly and quietly began the main part of her sabotage. She buried the dripping hose in a spot under the water tank. It would continue to leak into the earth, forming an immense mud puddle as long as the water main remained partially on. She then uncoupled the output hose entirely and stuck one end straight down into the mud puddle. The other remained connected to the main water intake valve. With no pressure from the water main, all the RV's water would come from the slowly draining fresh water tank. The somewhat clean wastewater, instead of leading to a wastewater tank with a drain valve, would just all drop down and add to the mud puddle. The clean tank was a huge tank, but with all the water drawn from it, Ratchet gave it two or three days, tops. First, the shower and sink would start to lose pressure, nothing too noticeable at first, but with each use, the pressure would drop. Then the toilet would get hard to flush, and that's when Chris would call in the interns. And, given her experiences in the kitchen, Ratchet knew they were no expert plumbers. And she knew what would come next. She knew that the standard plumbing move, and probably the ones Chris would have the interns do, would be to prime the sub pumps. And that would be the fatal flaw. By priming the pumps, they'd recreate suction from what should have been the main hose... only instead of the water main the RV had currently been drawing its water from, it would suck straight from the puddle of mud that had been forming for three days straight. This in turn would suck mud up into the pipes, and while Chris would hear the rush of water, what he would get would be mud. Heh. Heh. Heh.

When Chris came out, Annabel had almost broken down into laughter. Alright, so maybe she could work with this. Quickly composing herself to put on a more sultry look, Annabel moved a few steps forward, hiding the darts as best as possible. Mostly, the tips were slipped between her fingertips, the larger part of the dart concealed behind her hands. Giving an honest to god pout, Annabel looked down to the ground in... embarrassment...!?

"I... I don't know why I've been denying it, Chris. You're right. Even if dig isn't the term I'd use... you've got me completely figured out. I... I keep lying. Trying to tell myself it's Simon I want." Another step forward, then she looked up to him, eyes pleading.

"I'm sorry, I- I know it's a lot to ask. I shouldn't even be here at all, but I just..." her cheeks, at this point, genuinely flushed.

"I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't even be here, expecting a kiss or anything... I just can't stay away from you. You're..." god, were she not after an ultimately beautiful victory, she'd NEVER say this. Even now, despite the acting job, it was almost painful. Still- best way to an egomaniac's heart? Tell him how wonderful he was.

"You're like a drug. It's safe to say I hate you, and I just... you're too awesome to stay away from."

..Thank GOD Ratchet had stayed outside. Thank. GOD.

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Chris -might- have looked closer. He -might- have noticed the dart tips sticking out, and he -might- have saved himself some embarassment.

But damnit his ego was being attended to and there's no way he was going to pass this up!

This...this was seriously unexpected. But something told him he shouldn't be -surprised-. He was, afterall, irresistible! And it should have been obvious the girl digged him, she always did come crawling back afterall. His expression was likely somewhere between overly smirky and...downright confused. The confession (no matter how much he said it was obvious) and the annoying fluttering in his stomach was really...really getting to him.

But pfff, he'd worry about that later. Time to make a move and take this back into control.
"A kiss, hrm?"
Leave it to Chris to pick up on -that- the most.
"I know I'm awesome and all,. but really...if you wanted a repeat of the stunt by the lake, you just had to ask~"

Unfortunately for him he was (rather predictably) playing right into her paws. Steping forward, the host wrapped an arm around Annabel and leaned in for a kiss.

Ratchet waited and watched the RV, crouching, ready to bolt if she heard noise. She assumed that Chris must not be inside, or if he was in, he was taking a nap or something before the ceremony. It was a good thing that Annabel hadn't met up with him; they really shouldn't have been out here, and Ratchet didn't want any more incidents. Especially after that slimeball kissed had already stolen Annabel's first kiss! Chris was such a creep... what could a woman ever see in him, really?