Gina: [The ferocity on Grace’s attack startles Gina as she stumbles and falls. Rubbing her hand over the throbbing flesh of her jaw, Gina’s pathetic black eyes follow Grace’s disinterested exodus. In an annoyed huff, Gina collects herself.] That bitch! How dare her…I’m Princess Giner damn it…no one strikes Princess Giner…no one. [Standing, she dusts the sand away from her disgustingly ill-fit gown and drunkenly makes her way back toward camp—her tiara teetering precariously on the side of her head.]
[Having watched the scene unfold, both Sam and Laura still sit chuckling as a disheveled Gina begins to pass by. Sarcastically,] Gee, it couldn’t have been something you said…You have such a grand sense of tact about you…[Pausing, her tone stiffens.] I must say, in my best professional opinion, you didn’t get anywhere near what you deserved.
Gina: [Turning quickly, Gina loses her balance and stumbles into Bob’s solid form.] Ugh…[Shoves away, mumbling], why don’t you watch where you’re going?
[Laura laughs.] Now, now Hope…I think you should be thanking Bob. [Laura’s eyes twinkle as she glances off towards little Belle putting her sticky, chocolate-coated fingers on Nancy’s unsuspecting shoulders.] He’s the only thing that kept you from falling flat on your ass again.
Gina: [Gina’s eyes grow dark, but the menace is lost within her humorous appearance. With grating enunciation], I don’t recall anyone asking for the camp psycho’s opinion on the matter.
[Grinning, Laura’s eyes grow bright and her voice drops conspiratorially as she leans toward Sam.] Gee Sam, you better keep your mouth shut…Hope doesn’t want your opinion.
Sam: [Laughing, Sam pats Laura’s leg.] No Sweetie…I think she was talking to you.
No. [Playfully], Hope was raised a good and proper Horton. [Raises an eyebrow expectantly], Weren’t you Dear? She would no more speak to family that way than she would keep them locked in her attic. [Releases a slightly manic laugh], Oops…bad example. [Laura’s eyes narrow and darken dangerously.]
Gina: [Fidgeting, Gina turns to leave.] Whatever…
[Smirking, Laura’s eyes follow Gina’s retreating form.] Ah, don’t go away mad…[Receiving no response], Honey, you might want to find a mirror—your tiara’s askew. [Dancing eyes turn back to Bob.] Please tell me you got Marlena decking her on camera? [Smiling brightly, Bob nods.] Good…couldn’t have happened to a nicer person. [Smiling, she gnaws her lower lip.] Bob if you make me a copy of that tape, I promise to make it worth your while. [Laura dissolves into contagious giggles.]
confessed by Laura at 5:04 PM
*The Big BadAss Is Back!
and first merge vote thingy*
And she knows what you folks have been up to. Muhahahahahaha.
Fortunately, you're all sailing below the radar at the moment. And I'm in a good mood. That's probably your biggest advantage. But I wouldn't count on that from here on out.....
Now, for a bit of business. Everybody VOTE! That's right. Time for the first merged tribe vote (and Marlena's right - you people do need a tribal name again - ain't that so much *fun*?!). I already have a couple of votes, but if everyone else would send over their vote by Midnight ET on Tuesday, it would be much appreciated.
And, yes, for those wondering, I will post the results of the last two tribal councils. I have them - it's just a matter of getting them all in one place, formatting, and FTPing. Don't worry, though - it's coming, it's coming. Hopefully by the *next* voting period.
So there you have it. Enjoy yourselves and my extremely generous mood toward all your violations and misdoings for the time being. Just don't kill each other yet, okay?
confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 1:19 AM
