(already wrote this on the day it was supposed to go out, then there were a few hiccups so i wasnt able to upload it for a few days; still in the middle of that so things wont be going up when they really should, sorry about that)
The studio was pretty calm, tranquil, and inviting; probably because this was the first time in *ages* where Taco had been somewhat refrigerated.
The Battle for Dream Island had finally ended, and quite frankly everyone was rather shocked to see it actually happen. After the contestant's stint of living on their own suddenly came to an end through what is essentially divine intervention, everyone was fairly certain that this was gonna be the status quo until the end of time. Some thing or creature will descend from the sky every once in a while, declare that they are now battling for... *something*, then that'd come to dominate their lives for far longer than should really be reasonable. Then *maybe* they'd get some time to breathe before they did it all over again. That's how things have been for basically forever now, so why question the status quo?
And so, when a season actually came to a proper, true end, one without any sort of hook or drama that sets things up for the future, plans were immediately drafted up for the battle to follow. One small hiccup with that, however: there were now a whole bunch of hosts, each with their own vision of the future, and none of them seemed all too keen on agreeing on anything. Though there seemed to be a new Battle on the horizon, it was well and truly there. For the contestants, those that spent years knowing only a life of exhilaration and anticipation, this sudden emergence of peace was *jarring*. It had come to dominate their whole life. Everything they did revolved in some way around making sure they weren't gonna be eliminated. And now... It's over.
Just *what* exactly were they gonna do now?
"Blocky, are we ready yet?" Taco grumbled as she fidgeted around in her seat; it's nice and all to finally be able to sit down and enjoy the cool air, but everyone knows what happens to food that lingers too long on an unclean surface. "Yeah, yeah." The hexahedron replied. "Just finishing setting up the cameras; haven't used these things in..." He'd mutter a thing or two to himself as he pressed the tiny buttons on that clunky machine. The consumable one groaned. "The suspense is *killing* me." She'd remark. "You know I'm not too used to opening up." "C'mon, it'll be fine." The cube replied. "Just think of it as us having a conversation. The usual." He'd smirk, glancing at her for a second. "Besides, you seemed *giddy* when others-" The foodstuff scoffed that comment away.
Plenty of the contestants had *some* plan on what to do after the Battle, but Taco was definitely not one of them. Everything she'd done has been based on impulse ever since she was first revealed to the world back during the first season. She realized a bit too late that this was an issue; she was eliminated by just *one* vote, and getting spun around 24/7 made it hard to think of anything else other than trying not to hurl. In the end, she decided to just go wherever life took her; it served her pretty good so far.
Blocky, on the other hand, seemed to have a firmer grasp on things; he had a whole gig as the resident prankster, and he stuck to it quite well. Following an... *incident*, however, his one road to success was cut. Ever since then they've both been traveling down the same meandering road of life, getting dragged along by whatever fate or chance had in mind that day. In Blocky's case, he had a camera, some new friends, and ambition; he's been going left and right, trying to find a new format that'll capture the same attention as his funny doings.
And speaking of which...
"What is *up*, fellow pranksters?" The cameras were rolling now, and so he was forced to feign enthusiasm. "We're once again back here at the studio; you know what that means! It's the show! ...You know!" He'd nervously chuckle. "I'm joined here today by a special guest. You might've seen her before; we've hung out a few times back in BFB. Taco, say hello!" He'd gesture towards the camera; it's a rather jarring change, now having to actually look at and address your audience. Whoever they may be.
