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[boutant]

[ From the look of things, Ariadne appears to be in the Inception House's kitchen, staring intently at a piece of paper in front of a cookie jar. There's a pen in her hand, the tip pressed to the paper, but every time she goes to write something, she ends up shaking her head and stilling. This continues for several minutes before she finally starts to write. Once she's finished, the pen is set down and the paper held up so the camera can see what she wrote: Pancake. Once the camera has seen it, she begins to whisper. ]

I'm sorry Pancake, but I can't afford to let you turn against me and vote with Arthur because he offered you more treats. I have to vote you off the island.

[ With that said, Ariadne folds the paper in half and places it in the cookie jar, the feeding cutting out as she turns her back. ]

Comments

two hours after the post!

[uprouse]

Well? Did it work out after all?

[punchedhitler]

Ariadne, I don't think dogs have the vote.

[hexuality]

So that's the big secret to us getting home? Lucky him.

[So uncursed. And so teasing.]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

...Ariadne?

[Should he be worried?]

video;

[metaman]

Turning on your own pet to save yourself. Dramatic twist.

[He is literally popcorn.gifing.]

[boutant]

it did! but it's going to be more vicious next round

[boutant]

He's a contestant, he can vote.

[boutant]

No, they'll make him stay to sit on the jury and involved since we've voted so many people off.

[ 100% serious. ]

[boutant]

Yes?

[ ... maybe. ]

video;

[boutant]

Technically he's Arthur's dog anyway. He is cute, though.

[pratful]

[ he's royally confused there for a long moment. ] I don't have a dog. And what island? I didn't think we were on an island. [ and apparently he still is. ]

[boutant]

Oh-- not you, Arthur. The Arthur I live with. If it were you I would've drawn a crown.

[ Pause. ] And of course we're on an island.

[punchedhitler]

A contestant in what?

[boutant]

Survivor. [ DUH STEVE ]

[pratful]

[ the dawning light appears! ]

Oh... right. I've met him before, I think. [ he had, hadn't he? He had a vague memory of a ship... ]

And no, I'm pretty sure we aren't. If we were, we'd be able to see more then one beach, I should think. [ unless it's a giant island perhaps, but what are the odds of that? ]

[punchedhitler]

Survivor? Survive what?

[boutant]

Well, either way, I've mentioned him to you. Back with the lamppost.

[ No Arthur she will never forget. ]

It could be a large island. Australia's a large island.

[boutant]

The elements, each other, the challenges, and tribal council.

[ Never mind that she's standing in her kitchen. ]

[pratful]

[ he's immune to it by now. stoic smile ] Never heard of it. What are you voting for anyway? [ one forgets, England is an island as well. Just a large(ish) island. ]

[punchedhitler]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[boutant]

We compete in challenges. When we were two tribes we won food, supplies, and fun rewards -- as well as the right not to go to tribal council. Now we win rewards and personal immunity so we can't be voted off at tribal council.

[punchedhitler]

Voted off where?

[boutant]

[ Suuuuure. ] The person who's kicked out of the tribe. They can't compete anymore if they're voted out.

[boutant]

The island.

Well. The game, anyway. Technically they keep you on the island.

[punchedhitler]

Do they kill you?