Days of Our Lives Survivor

Tuesday, May 29, 2001

Day 1 on Survivor Island

Yay! I have Mommy on my team! I also have that guy I used to live with and was told to call Daddy here, hmm. Some blond guy claimig to be my brother is here too and keeps pinching that blond girl. I hope I never become that giggly. I'm glad my big sister isn't on my team right now, she'd try to vote me off because my mom has better sex with my dad than hers. Oh well, it's my nap time- I hope Daddy doesn't try to sing me a song.

confessed by Baby Belle Black at 12:51 AM

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*GamePlay Post From the Host*

One more quick reminder and then I'll shut up for a while :)

When posting a Confessional, Tribal Council Vote, or other game requested information (in other words, anything that isn't talking amongst yourselves), please title your posts, and make the heading BOLD by using <b> and </b> around the title (Confessional, Tribal Council, whatever that may be). Hopefully that will lessen confusion and help us out when we need to find a particular type of post.

I hope that all made more sense to you than it made to me. I do believe it's finally bedtime for The Big BadAss.

confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 1:19 AM

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Marlena * First Confessional* - Tribe One

(Marlena, wearing jeans and a cotton blouse has her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She seats herself on the stump and looks around cautiously.)

I think I must be early. Roman always said I was too punctual. I can't believe I agreed to this. I can't believe I let Belle agree to this. I completely can't believe I got stuck on the team with Brady and John and Belle are over on the beach in the other team. Why did we get stuck in the woods anyway? I never liked camping, everyone *knows* that. Mind you, the woods might at least provide us a little shelter I suppose.

So, Bob. You did say your name was Bob, right? (Offers a weak smile.) Can you tell me who aside from Brady is on my team? You could do that, right? (Looks crestfallen.) Well, all I know is that there are supposed to be twenty-one of us on this island by the end of tomorrow. I let John talk me into this. I know, I know, I should know better by now. (Sighs.) He seems to think it will be some kind of great family bonding experience. You know, sometimes I wonder what planet John lives on. (Sighs again, more deeply this time.) Anyway, so it turns out I got stuck on this team with Damien. Something tells me that the only bonding we'll be doing is if I can bond the little bastard's jaw closed with super glue. Oh, (eyes widen slightly), John won't be seeing this will he?

(Bob the cameraman mutters something unintelligible from behind the camera and Marlena looks worried for a moment, but then shrugs.)

Oh, screw it. If I have to spend weeks confined to an island with Brady, *everyone* is going to know how I feel pretty damn soon, camera or not. (Smiles sweetly.) At least I won't have to worry about defending myself to John every five minutes. Actually, on second thought... maybe this won't be quite as bad as I thought. Maybe Brady and I will have some time to... (clears throat) work out our differences without John's interference.

(Bob mutters something else and Marlena suddenly looks around uncomfortably, suddenly aware she is alone in the woods with a strange bushy-bearded camera-man who is looking at her somewhat lecherously)

Uh... listen, I think I hear some voices. I think I'd better see if anyone else has arrived.

(Gets up hurriedly and glancing back at Bob... she takes off in the direction of the woods)

confessed by Marlena at 1:45 AM

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Laura *Confessional* -Tribe One

[Laura, looking around in a slight state of confusion, wearing a disheveled black beaded gown that she wore to John and Marlena's wedding.]

 Bob? [Catching a slight nod out of the corner of her eye, she sits down with a slight huff, averts her eyes & begins to fidget.] Some weather! It's been so long since I've been out. HOPE! I mean why would anyone want to keep her aunt locked away in the attic? [Finally looking at Bob], Do you think that's any way to treat family? [Noticing that Bob is looking at her rather strangely, she lets out a heavy sigh.]I'm sorry—you must think I'm crazy. [Laughing lightly], I suppose I am, but don't worry...I'm a psychiatrist. [Bob mumbles and shifts uncomfortably.] What? It's the cloths right? I know...I know...it's not really practical attire for camping in the woods. It's more beachwear, right? [Seeing the confused, almost frightened look pass over Bob, she lowers her voice to a conspiratorial tone.] I'm kidding you know. [Re-adjusting herself, she looks straight into the camera.] I may be a little imbalanced, but I'm no fool. I never would have dressed this way if I had a choice. I just assumed that certain things would be taken care of on this little survivalist exhibition. [Shrugging her shoulders], Who knew practical items such as cloths fell under the category of luxury? But when you've not been on screen for a while the vultures divvy up your wardrobe in no time flat and all you're left with are the cloths on your back. [Smiling], Unfortunately for me the last time I was seen was at a big swanky wedding—not great fodder for survival wear. [With a mischievous glint], Oh well, I still say my drugs are far more important than any fashion statement—especially now that Langan has decided to make an appearance. Maybe I can make some sort of deal with him...after all, his scripts seem to be the result of some drug-induced vision. Or if all else fails, I'm sure Marlena will help me out—she always does. Ugh, what if were not in the same tribe? Has she been by yet? [Bob mumbles and looks off to the left.] Thanks; time to see if I can't afford a little wardrobe change. [Plucking at the tattered beads on her gown, she stands and smiles.] Oh and Bob? You might want to watch yourself there are some real headcases trapped here on the island—hate for you to get caught in the crossfire.