"Hey Ginger Bread Man, let her go," Nate said loudly. "You can put me back in the bungie. It won't make the headache you're giving me any worse."
The Host Laughed quiety at Andrew. "Yes, I'm the one who's scared right now/ You think you're chained here with wiped memories just to terrify me? Don't flatter yourself."
Turning to Ingrid, as if having just realized she was still ensnared in blue bungee cord, snapped his fingers, releasing her. "As you will need to be at your podium for this question, you're free from the cords...for now. This time, a more academic question. Please submit your answers on the keypads on your podiums, first three answers will have a chance for immunity!
Presidents, divided by Sodium, plus Shakespeaean sonnet, minus septet!"
Ingrid began to cry softly. She had no idea what to do. Then the hysteria began to melt away. She concentrated on the question, that at first seemed so impossible. Suddenly, it all clicked. The number of Presidents in the United states was 44 (how she knew this she had no idea.) And let's see, Sodium's number was 11 and a Shakespearean sonnet was...was... she couldn't remember.
She typed in 44-11 and hoped that somehow the rest of the answer would come to her.
Arielle's eyes grew larger and larger as the Host spoke each word of their question. How was she expected to know this? She didn't even have her memory! It all began to click. Fourty-four US Presidens, devided by Sodium's number on the periodic table eleven. So that was four. Arielle's strongest subject in school had been math, though she hardly remembered anything about it. Let's see there are 154 Shakespearean sonnets, a septet has seven members, so the answer would be 151! Or so she thought... She cringed and wrote that answer down, praying for it to be right.
((Whoops forgot to say she submitted her answer!))
When she finished writing, she shakily pressed the button, submitting her answer to the Host.
Ingrid saw another girl enter a number. Inwardly she quaked. What if this girl was right? She hoped she wouldn't be penalized for not getting the right answer. Maybe since she had figured out half of it...
((did Ingrid submit her answer?))
((yes)) writing more because it won't let me post otherwise blah blah
The Host's voice boomed through hidden speakers. "And we have two answers in already! Who will be receiving the third spot? Find out...when we come back!" As if it was as simple as someone flicking a switch, everyone in the audience slouched down and was still. The lights all went offf, and the Host put down his microphone. He held his head as if he had a splitting headache, and walked offstage. In a voice that seeme almost alien due to its lack of annoying enthusiasm, he yelled to the contestants, "Five minutes kids. Go nuts."
((btw, the keypads are still open, so someone can still submit an answer during the break, but after that one person submits they shut down))
The lights out, Ingrid began to weep silently. She was so confused...so alone. It was like a terrible, awful nightmare.
Not long after Arielle submitted her answer, the lights went off, and the Host went offstage. Arielle looked around at everyone else. She wanted desperately to talk with the other contestants to find a way out of here, but she wasn't sure if it would be allowed. Also, she was painfully shy, and didn't want to get anyone in trouble. She decided she would wait and see if anyone approached her... but wait! Everyone was in chains except her (right?) so she would have to be the one to make the first move.
((I missed this much? Gosh.))
Andrew's mind was spinning. He slowly slipped back out of the straightjacket as he thought. He'd already decided he wasn't going to answer this question, so he directed his jumbled mind to escape. Wait, why aren't the people in the audience doing anything? Are they even real? He noticed Arielle was still unbound. He wondered if she could help him...
((Sorry I was late to reply.))
Arielle's gaze met Andrew's for a split second. She knew she had to go over and talk to him, maybe he'd have an idea as to how to get out of this place. Summoning up all of her courage, she tip-toed over to Andrew. Her head spun around, she was nervous that the Host would catch her and get her into trouble. "H-h-h-hi!" Arielle squeaked out, her cheeks a crimson red.
((its fine superhero fan! Like I said in the introduction, I don't expect you to be on the time, since i can't be either. For anyone who reads this before the show starts up again, the "break" will end when I post again at like 7 or 8 ish, since that's the next time I'll be on. If you want to talk or something, go ahead, otherwise...yeah, be on again 8ish!!))
((Okay, thanks Read!))
Andrew met Arielle's eyes for a second. She was walking over to him! "H-h-h-hi!" She managed. "Hey. Can you get me loose?" He asked. "If we're both free we can get everyone else loose and possibly escape. But if we're going to move we have to move now!"
Arielle nodded quickly. She began undoing his chains, and eventually he was free. "I-I was thinking that if everyone stopped answering his questions, then m-m-maybe he'd back off?" Arielle suggested as she ran over to Ingrid, who was crying. She began to undo her chains, though they appeared a bit tougher than Andrew's.
"Uh, that might work." He said in agreement. "But he still has our memories. We can't escape until we get them back." He started undoing Nate's bonds as he spoke.
((ok, im back! i dont know if its just with me, but my real time is an hour earlier than the time on here, it's really 8 right now but it'll say around 9 by my post, so sry if u were waiting around for an hour :S))
"We're back!" The Host said, a spotlight suddenly accouncing his presence. The audience flashed to life with lots of conversation, clapping, and cheering. "The results are in from our earlier question: The three closest contestants are, from 3rd place to 1st: Arielle, Ingrid, and," he said this with a devilish smile, "Andrew! As a reward, Andrew wins invincibility for this round. Our two runner-ups will have another shot at the prize through a Gladiator Round, where only one will remain standing! And selecting the method of this to-the-finish battle will be none other than the mastermind himself, Andrew!" The Host motioned to a large wheel that appeared from behind a curtain, labeled with challenges both mental and physical.
((kay, so superhero, you can either leave the challenge deciding completely up to me, choose your own, or just give me the name of a challenge and I'm\ll build something around it? I don't care, whatevs, just make sure its something where there is a definite loser and winner))
((Gotcha. Okay, I'll post it in just a sec. My laptop's not working right.))
((Guys, please don't take the challenges personally!))
Andrew stood shocked. "But, I didn't answer the question! How could I possibly be in first place?!" The 'Host' just grinned evilly. Andrew groaned. He knew he had to do this, but it didn't mean he had to like it. He gulped. Andrew walked shakily over to the wheel and spun. He held his breath as he waited on it to stop. It click-click-clicked for a few seconds then landed. Andrew was horrified that he had to do this to them. "The first challenge is... You have to wrestle each other until one of you either falls to the ground, or gets hurt."
((Is that okay?))