Baby Belle looks up at her freshly painted nails with Blue Nail Polish. After running away from that Samantha woman, she had run into the REAL Marlena who gave her hugs and Blue Nail Polish. Then Laura offered to pain her nails with the blue fnail polish.

So Bob, what do you think? Pretty cool huh? You know, a few years ago, Mama wouldn't let me use blue finger nail polish. She wouldn't even let me use nail polish. I think she was afraid I'd eat it. Hell, I can't eat anything. No chocolate, no blue nail polish... Don't you find this IC strange Bob? I mean, mentioning blue nail polish in these confessionals is pretty un-Big Bad Ass like.

Bob:It's weird but hey, what the Big Bad Ass says, goes.

That's true. You know, if that Kristen girl were still here, I'd probably pour blue nail polish down her throat just to see what it would do. Or all over her hair, She could be some Blue Nail polish freak!

Bob:I thought you liked Kristen?

Nah, not really. I mean, sure she gave me presents and stuff, but she hated Mommy and any enemy of Mommy is an enemy of mine. Anyway, what should I do with all this blue nail polish? Maybe I should pout blue nail polish all over that screen that showed my Daddy tied to a bed. Nah, I could get in trouble. Wait a minute, did you ever see that movie Willy Wanka, Bob?

Bob:I don't think so. Why, was there blue nail polish in it?

No silly! But, this girl eats this gum a blows up like a blueberry! Anyway, her face gets all purple, even though I think it should have been blue. They could have used blue nail polish on her face.... Here, I'll act it out for you by putting blue nail polish all over my face....

Baby Belle starts running the nail polish all over her face while Bob watches. Belle then holds her breath, sticks her arms out and starts wadeling.

Hey Bob, this is fun! You should put blue nail polish all over your face and join me!

Bob:Another time Belle. You just keep on dancing around with your blue nail polished face.
confessed by Baby Belle Black at 11:58 PM

[As she breaks the treeline around camp, Laura can't help but smile. Glancing up from Roman's neck, Marlena catches sight of her.]

Marlena: [Humorous curiosity tinges Marlena's voice.] What are you smiling about? [Laughing lightly], You look like the cat that ate the canary...Just what have you been up to?

Me? I've just been off pondering all the wonderful uses for blue nail polish [Marlena shakes her head unconvinced but decides to let the matter drop for now.] What have you been up to? [Marlena looks pointedly at the bucket of blackberries.] Oh you have been busy. [Popping a berry in her mouth], Mmm...you, Dear, are a lifesaver. [Glances at Roman], In all deference to your parent's Roman, I don't care if I ever see another bowl of Brady Chowder. [Finally noting that Marlena had been examing Roman's neck], What happened?

Marlena: Seems our forked bandit has struck again.

[Chuckles painfully], I still can't quite wrap my mind around it. Who would use a fork as a weapon? And why?

Marlena: [Shaking her head, Marlena turns to Laura and whispers softly.] I know you were kind of out of it, but do you remember anything about who started all this?

No. [Shrugs], Let's just be thankful that it's a fork...I mean how much damage can a fork really do? It might hurt like Hell, but at least it's not fatal.[Laura's eyes twinkle as she decides it's time to change the subject.] So anymore of that lovely blue nail polish left or did Craig slap it on everything standing still?
confessed by Laura at 10:57 PM

[Marlena walks back to camp with a bucket full of berries. After spending most of the morning fruitlessly looking for the mysterious figure, she'd come across an empty bucket once containing blue nail polish. Taking it to the water she had washed it out and then used it to collect the blackberries that were growing near the off-limits Horton cabin. As she comes closer to camp, she sees Roman. He has one of the tarps laid out and he's using it as a mould, pouring a bucket of blue nail polish into it.]

[Curiously.] Roman, what are you doing?

Roman: Hey Doc. Thought I'd make us another shelter out of blue nail polish. That way I don't get stuck with Wesley. Or, y'know, Laura could move into her own tent.

[Smiling.] Oh, I'm perfectly happy sharing with Laura, thanks. [Watches him as he spreads out the blue nail polish, his curls ruffling in the breeze and his little short shorts riding up his muscled legs. Sitting down, she pops a blackberry into her mouth the juice trickling across her tongue.]

Roman: There. We'll just wait for that to set now.

[Grins.] You always were good with your hands.

Roman: [returns her smile slightly lasciviously.] Ahhh... glad to see you remember.

[Blushing and with a hint of warning in her voice.] Roman.... [Pauses and then, nonchalantly.] So, any idea who might have drugged you?

Roman: Nope. [Shakes his head as he comes to sit beside her and takes a blackberry.] Got me stumped, Doc.

Hmmmm....[Marlena nods and looks down. When she looks back at Roman she blinks rapidly as she sees a suspicious mark on his neck.] Roman? Roman, just stay still for a moment.

[She gets closer to him, which doesn't worry Roman in the slightest as she inspects the marks that very much resemble fork marks.] Roman, honey do you remember seeing someone with a fork in the last few days?

[Roman looks up into her warm amber eyes and shakes his head blankly.]
confessed by Marlena at 10:00 PM

Stefano *Confessional* Tribe Two:

(Stefano sits up from his nap in the afternoon. He looks around his tent and sees knowone there. The other teamplayers decided to make Stefano a tent so that they wouldn't have to be with them. He felt a small sadness as he sat up. His daugther Kristen was voted off the island only a few days ago. He wanted to go into the merger with her, but now that can't happen... Stefano is tired of sleeping and decided to walk around the island and maybe get some freshair. He stands up and walks out from his tent. His other teamplayers are off somewhere. Bob walks up to him with his camera and questions him about Kristen's second demise. Stefano looks at Bob like he is ready to kill him. Stefano stares Bob staright into the face and then walks towards him.)

What the hell do you think?... My daughter has more class in her bowel movements than you do in your entire body, you slob. You are a pathetic loser of a camera man and if you don't leave me alone I will make sure you never walk right ever again or maybe even at all.

(Bob stares in shock at Stefano's words. He is frozen in his spot as Stefano walks right into him. Stefano lifts his hand and throw's Bob a good punch to the face. Bob falls over to the ground in pain as Stefano stands over him. Stefano bends over a weaken, scared Bob and grabs his shirt. After a few moments of snarls toward Bob, Stefano lets go of Bob's ripped shirt. He walks off towards the beach as Bob gathers himself together. Stefano reachs the beach as the water hits his bare feet. He stands looking down at his feet. Suddenly a sharp pain hits his back. Stefano falls as well as is pushed to the ground. Stefano lays on the beach semi-outcold. A knife sticks out from his back. Stefano reachs to his back and pulls out the knife. He turns to see who stabbed him but the culprite has left the beach area. Stefano knows that Shane has been investigating all the knife stabbings that has been happening alot lately. Stefano gathers all his streagth to stand and holds the knife in his hand. He reachs back to feel his wound. After feeling that it wasn't a deep wound, he returns his hand to his eyes. Stefano stares at his hand puzzled. He feels the substance in his hands and examines it. He knows what it is...)

Blue Nail Polish????
confessed by Stefano Dimera at 9:31 PM

[Working hard to ignore the strange way Kim was looking at her, Laura paints Belle's fingernails blue--heartened by the little girl's giggles. Just as she is finishing a rustling in the trees captures her attention.] Craig, watch Belle.

Craig: [Before he can even respond, Laura is gone.] Sure...okay...[Mumbling], Fruit...I don't know why you can't just wander off and stay gone.

[She follows him through the forest a good distance back until he finally disappears. For a moment she waits...reconsidering what she is about to do...but as the memory of Marlena's tears returns to her, she summons the courage and enters behind him. Her voice is low and devoid of emotion as it reverberates off the cave walls.] Fancy place.

Brady: [Startled, he turns.] Oh look it's the loon. How'd you find me?

[Looks pointedly at his canes], Let's just say you're not difficult prey to track. [Glares at his WB t-shirt], Nice shirt...that from your own collection or a personal request of Langan?

Brady: [An uncomforable pause fills the air...Brady's whistling nose the only sound.] What do you want?

[Chuckling], I want to know how the little sex ed lesson went.

Brady: [Surprised], You mean that whore actually told you about it.What..did it turn her on so much that she just had to share...you had to come here to find out for yourself?

[Shaking her head in disgust], You really are a little freak, aren't you? [Pauses], Don't flatter yourself...I know this will be a foreign concept to you, as you have no friends, but that's what friends do--they confide in each other.

Brady: Why the Hell are you here then...what do you want?

What do I want? [Eyes darken dangerously as she steps closer], I want you to see what it feels like to be watched...to be touched [She runs her hands down his chest and comes to rest on the band of his shorts.]

Brady: [Swallowing hard, Brady shifts away. His voice trembles.] You're joking.

[Laura's voice stiffens.] Hardly.

Brady: Then you're nuts.

[Her eyes are black with intensity, but they suddenly brighten as she laughs and again closes the distance between them.] Oh, you don't like it when you're not the one in control? [Brady's face flushes as her hot breath washes over him. Snapping the band of his shorts], Or are you just afraid you're not up to task?

Brady: I'll tell...[Cutting him off, she ensnares his lower lip between her teeth.]

[As she pulls away, she tastes the faint tang of blood.] Who? Who would you tell Brady? [Her eyes glow as the reality of her control begins to dawn on him. Sliding down his body, she feels him tense. After a long moment, she pulls away from him--the fiery rage in her eyes burns into his flesh.] You remember this the next time you get another bright idea...you remember what it feels like to have someone try to take advantage of you, what it feels like to be this vulnerable. [She starts out the cave entrance only to turn hardened eyes on him one final time.] And know that if you pull another stunt like the other night on anyone that I care about, I won't worry about teaching you a lesson...I'll simply ask for my pound of flesh. [Whirring silence engulfs them, then she is gone.]


confessed by Laura at 2:58 PM

Craig *Confessional* Tribe One

(Craig appears from the trees, chipper and humming a little tune, having already been up for hours.Carrying a small empty bucket of shimmering, blue nail polish).
Good morning, Bob! (grinning broadly)

Bob: You're in a good mood this morning.

Yep Bob, I am. I woke up early and went for a walk down the beach. (Craig reaching for the thermos of coffee, blue nail polish on his hands pouring himself a cup, while eyeing the large bucket of blue nail polish, then refilling his small bucket with blue nail polish. Finally sitting down to drink his coffee.)

Bob: Looks like you've been busy.

Sure have, Bob. I been painting a lot of things this morning with that shimmering blue nail polish. First I used the blue nail polish on some rocks down at the beach. Then I found this turtle and painted my initals on his shell with blue nail polish. Once I was done with that I walked along the path in the woods for while, I stopped to paint the pedals on some daisies, using the blue nail polish on every other pedal. When I was just about out of the woods there were some toadstools along the path and I dripped the blue nail polish, leaving little dots of blue nail polish all over them.

I headed for camp when I spotted a little field mouse and I caught her and painted her tiny little toe nail with the blue nail polish then I rubbed her little head and sent her on her merry way. I was getting low on blue nail polish and high off the fumes the closer I got to camp.

I saw Laura talking to you about the blue nail polish. So I decided to go exploring on the other side of the island and use up the remaining blue nail poish in my bucket. At the edge of an overgrown path I found a large blouder and couldn't decide what to do with the blouder and the blue nail polish so I stopped to study it for a moment.

(Craig looking down, noticing several dots of dripped blue nail polish on his shoes.)


I took my brush and stirred the remaining blue nail polish in my bucket and held the brush above the rock and drizzled blue nail polish drown the rock, several times. Leaving it striped with long streaks of blue nail polish. Well by this time I was out of blue nail polish and I figured Laura would be finished.

(Craig, stirring his bucket of blue nail polish and thinking about what he was going paint next with the blue nail polish before lunch.

Well, Bob. (Sighing) There are more things to paint with this shimmering blue nail polish. I need to go find baby Belle, she was telling me about this dog on tv, something called "Blue's Clues," I think and she said something about blue paw prints, maybe we can paint some paw prints with the blue nail polish.

(Looking into his bucket of shimmering blue nail polish and deciding to get just a little more. He leans over the large bucket of blue nail polish inhaling the fumes and feeling light headed. He saunters past Bob, grinning swiping him on the arm with a streak of shimmering blue nail polish before disappearing down the path carrying his bucket of shimmering blue nail polish.)






confessed by Craig Wesley at 2:29 PM

[Hoping to escape the nauseating fumes from the blue nail polish, Bob heads off to find Kim, in the hopes he can extract her confessional. He approaches her from behind and is dismayed to find her sitting on the ground, a pail of the offending blue nail polish at her side. Assuring himself that she has no beverages handy to throw at him, he moves closer and sees that she is using the blue nail polish to paint what appears to be a crude hopscotch board. Due to the surface she is working with, it seems to be a difficult task.]

Kim: [Looking up] I wasn't quite sure what we were supposed to do with all this blue nail polish, but this is turning out to be kind of therapeutic, ya know? I used to draw these for Jeannie, though it was much easier to use blue chalk on cement than it is using blue nail polish on dirt...I thought Baby Belle might enjoy this. Bob? [He looks up and notices the sad expression in her eyes] Do you know about Claire and Lacey? [Bob pauses, not sure if that conversation with Marlena had been confidential. As he shakes his head yes, she continues.] My memories about them are kind of fuzzy, but you know what I think? I think this blue nail polish would've been right up their alley. [She stands and brushes herself off, ready to go find Belle. It is then she notices the blue stain on her arm. She laughs sarcastically as she leaves, muttering to herself] I suppose it would've been too much to ask of Ms. BBA to include some blue nail polish REMOVER!!!




confessed by Kimberly Brady at 12:50 PM

Laura *Confessional* - Tribe One

[Unsteady, Laura crawls from her tent. Smiling at Bob, her glassy eyes seem to glow.] What time is it? [Sitting down with a bottle of water, she strains to hear Bob's response and wonders if he has once again taken to mumbling or if it's just the cobwebs clounding her mind.] Mmm...I guess I'm not really pulling my weight today. [Her neck pops loudly as she tries to relieve the tension that holds her in its grip; her low muffled groan attracts Bob's undivided attention.]

Bob: [Seeing her cradle the back of her head, Bob's concern fillters through.] You okay? [Laura's affirmative nod is slight and unconvincing, and he wonders for a moment whether or not to force the issue. Finally, he shifts his attention.] Well, personally I think you're right on time...very considerate of you not to come confess at the crack of dawn.

[Smiles lightly], Careful Bob, I'll tell Marlena...[Wearily rubbing her temples, she tries to massage away the persistent pounding inside her skull. Noting the futility, she takes a sip of water and glances around the campsite--her brow furrows in confusion.] What's the deal with all the blue nail polish...Kristen order it in some drug-induced haze or something?

Bob: That's your immunity challenge.

[Grinning], What is...blue nail polish? [Smiling, Bob nods.] And just what are we supposed to do with a five gallon bucket of blue nail polish...give each other tacky makeovers?

Bob: Well that's a thought...just think of all the fun you could have making Brady over.

[Laughing], You're twisted...[Bob's eyes twinkle with mischief.] Good for thing you...I like twisted. [Laura tugs at her ear as she combs her memory.] Blue nail polish...the only time I ever used blue nail polish [Bob's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.] was with Abby, my grandaughter. [Smiles lightly], One day Jennifer, Abby and myself had a mother/daughter day of beauty and Abby wanted us all to have blue fingernails...it was gloriously hideous. [Chuckling tearily, Laura's face suddenly pales.] Has there been any word on Jennifer?

Bob: [Tentative and quiet], No...I'm sorry there hasn't been.

[Laura's eyes darken and for many moments she sits blank and motionless. Growing concerned, Bob begins to wonder if he should get Marlena when Laura abruptly shifts.] Of course after a couple of nights lost in the woods I do have a goodly amount of chigger bites that are about to drive my batty, the blue nail polish would certainly keep me from scratching them...but something tells me I'd much rather have a bunch of little red whelks than paint my skin with tiny blue polka-dots. [Standing, Laura wavers momentarily...a drunkeness in her first tentative steps.]

Bob: [Rising, he tentatively reaches for her arm.] Laura?

Blue nail polish...[Quirkily grins], I think I better go check my medication because who ever came up with this idea had to be on some kind of drugs. Oh well, I guess I'll just be a modern day Picasso and have my very own blue period...Who knows it just might work...I do feel kind of blue [laughs painfully], and if I take enough drugs I just might even be able to sparkle. [Watching her return to her tent, Bob turns to go just as he hears her quiet cries.]

confessed by Laura at 11:15 AM

*confessional* Roman Brady

Roman is walking over to Bob with a big smile on his face. Bob, I saw Marlena. Bob, I tried to explain that I was drugged when I said those bad things about her. I don't know if she beleived me because all she was talking about was this "blue nail polish" IC we have to talk about. This isn't fair, Bob. What the hell does a man know about 'blue nail polish"? Although, when I was undercover once and was Marlena's maid, Hazel, I wore it once. The "blue nail polish" didn't go with my lovely maid's dress so I only wore it once. I found this "blue nail polish" in Doc's make up kit back then, so maybe she did wear it for a while, too. Maybe I'll see if I can use this 'blue nail polish" as paint, and go find baby Belle and teach her how to color the leaves on the tress. I bet if Doc sees me being so sweet to her little Belle, she'll come over and play with us as we take the "blue nail polish" and paint the leaves. Hey, Bob, I heard there was a squirrel running around here. No, I don't mean Brady. I mean a real squirrel that Belle found. Maybe little Belle and I can catch him and paint him blue with some of this "blue nail polish". I think Skipper would love that. Well, Bob, I've got to go now and get some of that "blue nail polish" before all these woman in my tribe grab all the buckets of "blue nail polish" and use it on themselves. I hear Brady has already painted his tiny tim canes with some of the "blue nail polish", and I just know that little diva, Brady, has his finger nails and toe nails painted with it too. Roman leaves as Bob can hear him calling for baby Belle.
confessed by Roman Brady at 7:57 AM

Marlena *Confessional* - Tribe I

[Marlena crawls out of her tent and shivers in the cool of the early morning.]

Bob: [Yawning] Mornin' Blondie, isn't it a little early for this?

[Shooting him a look at the use of the nickname.] Oh stop your grousing, Bob, you get paid for this remember? [Brushes her tousled hair back from her face.] Us, we just get stuck on this stupid island and get told you're going to follow us around with a camera. So just shut up and give me the damn coffee will you?

[Bob, realizing Marlena isn't in the best of moods, hands over a hot coffee and vows to keep his mouth shut.]

God, what a horrendous night. I think Laura and I both had nightmares all night. I'm starting to wish I'd voted Belle off so I could send my sweet girls somewhere safe. [Sighs]. But then I couldn't guarantee she'd make it to Salem safe and seven years old with Langan over there I suppose. And now I get up and find that we have five gallons of blue nail polish for our next immunity challenge. I mean, what are we going to do with five *gallons* of blue nail polish? Bob, this is going to be a walkover for the other team, I mean, Sami practically marinated in the stuff a few years ago. Can you see Kim or Laura or I wearing blue nail polish? [Bob shakes his head and Marlena sighs.] I guess we could use it to emblazon our Tribe name on... well everything we have. Except we don't have a Tribe name yet. How could we when we're too busy trying to stay *sane*?
confessed by Marlena at 6:19 AM

[Sighs again as she looks over at the buckets of shimmering blue. There's something strangely surreal about having something so utterly useless in such huge quantities. Rather like Tom Langan's scripts really.] Something tells me Kristen might have been useful for this challenge. God, they could have given us something *useful*, but *blue nail polish*? I mean, really. [There's silence for a couple of minutes until Bob decides to change the subject.]

Bob: Did Roman find you? He was looking for you yesterday.

Yeah. He was trying to tell me that he was drugged and that's why he said those things.... [She obviously remains unconvinced as she rubs her hand over the back of her neck.] I have more important things to worry about right now. Like what the hell happened to Laura and what's going on with Kim.

Bob: [Somewhat against his better judgement given the mood she's in.] Uh... think you should probably watch out for Brady too, Blondie. He was saying some things a might disturbing the other day.

[Rolls her eyes.] Well, when isn't he saying something disturbing? That kid just has to open his mouth and the bile and vitriol just roll right on out. [Bob tries to elaborate but she holds up her hand, not wanting to hear it.] Not today Bob, I really don't want to deal with it today okay? [Casts her gaze about the camp trying to decide what to do next.]

Bob: [Warily] Well, okay, but there's something else that I do need to tell you. [Takes a deep breath.]It's about your-

Oh my God.... [Staring at the woods where a figure has emerged, Marlena's face drains of all colour and she gives a little half-gasp.] ...it can't be true...
confessed by Marlena at 6:18 AM

*IMMUNITY CHALLENGE and TRIBE NAME*

Yo.

Yeah - this is a surprise, isn't it?

First off, Tribe #2 now has a name. They are Tribe Epojetahwe. For an explanation, ask them :)

Secondly, and this is the real surprise, I'm out of town. It's been a long day. My brain is fried. And I didn't have time to pull together the immunity challenge I had wanted to pull together, but I need to do something and I want something that isn't all that involved for me or for you since it's the weekend and something that I can keep an eye on with a minimum amount of e-mails because I'm on the road through Sunday and don't know what my online access is going to be like until Monday morning.

<deeeeeep breath>

So here is this week's immunity challenge - I'm also out of tacks and creativity, so if you'll excuse it not coming in the form of a rhyming tree mail, I'd appreciate it. Also not totally sure how well it's going to work, but I want to post something tonight (see reasons above), so here you go.

Each team has been given five 1-Gallon buckets of blue nail polish (you do remember the blue nail polish that floated around through most of '96, don't you?). The challenge? Use blue nail polish as much as you can in your posts. Use the polish itself creatively, incorporate the phrase "blue nail polish" into as many posts as you can, talk about blue nail polish memories, find new uses for it, whatever. Be creative. Be silly. Have fun. Me, myself, and our judges (whom I should probably e-mail and alert them to their call to duty for this challenge) will go through and look for the following to decide immunity:

a) Creativity - but you know, use it wisely. Don't just in the middle of a blue nail polish sentence throw it in. Actually try to make it make sense!
b) Number of times phrase "blue nail polish" is used in posts.
c) Participation by Tribe members (if you have 20 mentions of it for your tribe, but they all only come from one member, that just ain't the same as everybody saying it over and over and over).

So. Yeah. There you have it. If you have questions...um...sorry - not so sure I have the answers. I'm leaving this pretty open. Tapes, web, whatever, are pretty useless in this. Nobody needs to e-mail anything and time is not really a factor. I can't think of any other restrictions to put on it, soooo...

You have until Sunday night at 9:00 PM EST (so we can announce immunity around midnight hopefully) to spread the blue nail polish. Go forth and be creative.

(scampers down off of Big BadAss announcement pedestal with fingers crossed chanting 'please oh please oh please let this work oh please oh please oh please')
confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 1:06 AM

[Kim returns to camp after a quick swim. Shivering slightly in the evening breeze, she enters her tent to find Marlena, her face thunderous, waiting for her. After a few moments of ominous silence, Kim nervously begins to speak...]

Kim: Is there a problem? [The simple four word question unleashes a torrent of fury in Marlena, causing Kim to back up against the wall of the tent in apprehension]

Marlena: I'll ask this once and only once. Did you or did you not have anything to do with what happened to Laura today? [Kim blinks confusedly at her, as Marlena continues her tirade] Look, I know you went off on Bob last night, I know that there is something going on with you, and I need to know that you weren't responsible for what happened to Laura....[sensing that she has lost Kim's attention, Marlena raises her voice] ....KIM!!!

Kim: [speaking slowly and deliberately] ...I have no idea what you are talking about, but if you are insinuating that I have done something to harm Laura, then I am appalled. I have been worried sick since about her since I heard about Jennifer. I have also been worried about you; I know that something has happened with Brady that has upset you...but..I...[she trails off, and her voice grows defensive as she starts to speak again]....Just because I lost my temper with Bob .....dammit, that doesn't mean anything.....[growing more frustrated by the minute, she gestures wildly towards the opening of the tent] .....I think you should go check on Laura, don't you?

[Wordlessly, Marlena exits the tent, completely missing the grimace of pain that crosses Kim's face as she leaves....]
confessed by Kimberly Brady at 1:01 AM