Days of Our Lives Survivor

Tuesday, August 14, 2001

Day 78 on Survivor Island

The Latest Non-Survivor and the Next Vote

Well....since you all won't let Isabella go (Bob, where the hell are you??), let's try again, shall we??

Hope Williams Brady, off you go! And, dammit, find Isabella and drag her away, too. Something's starting to smell around here, and I'm thinking it's her hair. Leave your parting words if you'd like and be on the next ferry back to Salem with the rest of the flippin' freaks.

Now, everyone else, NEXT VOTE is due in by Midnight ET on Wednesday. Send your vote, along with your reason behind your vote, to the Tribal Council E-Mail. Don't forget to include your own name as well, just for reference's sake!

confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 4:48 AM

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[After slamming the door, Grace makes it half-way down the dank, rocky corridor before she stumbles against the wall. Moaning, she grabs at her head and sinks down against the rough-hewn stone. The headache that has been plaguing her all day has finally overtaken her physically and it's all she can do not to pass out.]

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[What might be several minutes, or several hours have passed before footsteps finally echo down the dark passage and a voice comes out of the darkness.]

The Big BadAss: [Flippantly.] Fine pickle you got yourself into here, Gracie. Alienated the one person who was still willing to stand by you... gee, why don't you try getting a little more unstable, ratings could really go through the roof. [Sighs.] Of course, your sister isn't much better. What colour is the sky in her reality?

[There is no answer from Grace as Bob comes meekly up behind the Big BadAss.]

Bob: [Uncertainly.] Uhhh.... is she okay?

BB-Ass: [Shrugging carelessly.] She's still breathing which means she's still alive. I have bigger things to worry about Bob. [She turns to Bob, her hands on her hips.] Thanks so much for all your help by the way. Yeesh, does a girl have to do everything herself around this place?

[With no answer from Bob, BBA rolls her eyes and turns to march up the corridor to the heavy door which is set into the rock. Unbolting it, she swings it open. Inside, Isabella lies motionless in a pool of blood on the floor. BBA motions to two Burly Medics that stand behind Bob.]

BBA: You two, take her... somewhere. Since she was already dead, I guess it doesn't really matter any that she's dead now. [The Burly Medics bend over and check Isabella out. Ascertaining that she still actually has a pulse, they pick her up and carry her out of the room. BBA looks at Sam and Roman.] You two have caused a lot of trouble, you know that? Our ratings went through the roof with that drunken picnic stuff and then you had to come in and stir up trouble. [Glares at Sam.]  And I don't know what on earth comes over Laura when you're around. [Turns to Laura.] Have you ever thought of having yourself checked out by some qualified doctors from like... outside Salem?  Cause I'm thinking maybe Stefano implanted you with one of his chips and this here [she motions in Sam's direction] psycho twin is messing with it, cause sister there's some continuity issues going on there with your personality.

Laura: [Sighs wearily.] Don't I know it.

[BBA walks over to where John is still chained to the bed.] Well well, this is a turn-up for the books. Dammit Bob, why didn't we know this place existed? Some camera's down here and we would have sold this on pay-per-view.