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It has been one year since the conclusion of Total Drama Crossroads. The contestants for that season have had their little party after the finale and later went about their separate ways to continue their lives.
Some continued their education, others continued their passion projects, and some simply bided their time until the inevitable return of our beloved hosts inviting our sixteen contenders for a new season… around the world.
The scene fades to a local airport, everything was running smoothly with the planes taking off and bystanders going about their usual business. At the entrance of the airport, Chris McLean arrived via taxi, shades on and hair more gelled than ever; he didn’t tip after he got out, much to the driver’s dismay.
After the car left, Chris’ phone began to ring. He picked it up and answered it.
CHRIS:
Yello!
CHEF:
Hey, Chris, it’s me. I’ve got it all set up.
CHRIS:
Both, yes?
CHEF:
…Yeah, I managed to obtain both.
CHRIS:
Great! See you in the lobby.
Chris ended the call and went inside the airport.
…
About half an hour later, Chris was alone in a private lobby he renovated for himself; there was an elongated window which showed the empty runway as well as a large flatscreen TV on the opposite side of the window. As Chris sat in a chair enjoying a cappuccino with unnecessary and specific added stuff inside, Chef entered the lobby in his usual suit and tie, however he had a pilot’s suit and hat in his hand which he hung on a nearby coat rack.
CHRIS:
Well, ‘bout time you got here.
CHEF:
Give me a break, it ain’t easy parking that monster of a plane without people causing a fuss over it!
CHRIS:
Ah… So glad we made enough profit off of that season to get my baby remade.
CHEF:
Well, it certainly took a pretty penny. Let’s hope this next season will double our net income.
CHRIS:
Oh, I’m CERTAIN it will. Speaking of which, have you gotten the other item?
CHEF:
Oh, yeah. Got it right here.
Chef dug in his back pocket and pulled out a magical amber crystal with black stripes flowing through it; it emitted a high energy as it burned like a power generator. Chris looked at the gem, intrigued.
CHRIS:
Aaaah, here we are! The Phantom Ruby! Nice of that old mad scientist to lend his little rock to us.
CHEF:
“Lend”? You had me infiltrate his headquarters and bypass his security!
CHRIS:
Relax, Chef, I already shot him an email saying we’re sorry and that we’ll give it back once the season is over.
CHEF:
…Yeah, let’s see how well that will go.
Chef nonchalantly says as he rolls his eyes and hands the ruby over to Chris who inspects it through the window.
CHRIS:
With this baby in play, this new season will be TONS more exciting than our old one! I assume you sent the invites to our returnees?
CHEF:
I’m more surprised they decided to accept in the first place.
CHRIS:
Well, I did list in the first season form that they are required to return for a second season if the first one did well in ratings. And look how that went!
CHEF:
You have a knack for writing those important parts very small where no one will read ‘em, do you?
CHRIS:
You know me so well~
Chris put the ruby in his back pocket and walked toward the window with Chef following and looking out like Chris was. They looked down to see the empty runway, waiting for planes to fly off of it.
CHRIS:
I got a great feeling this new season will do wonders for the ratings!
CHEF:
I conquer! Also excited to see that new baby in action.
Chef says as he addresses over to the left of the airport where a portion of a large plane was seen away from them but not fully shown to the audience.
CHRIS:
*Rubs hands* Hoho, this is gonna be great!
After acknowledging their newly made plane and their new accessory in their possession, Chris sat on the chair in front of the TV and took out a remote.
CHRIS:
Now then… Why don’t we review some of these newbie audition tapes?
CHEF:
I’ll go serve the drinks and snacks for this marathon.
CHRIS:
Remember to give me diet, sugar messes with my hair color.
CHEF:
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Chef leaves for the dining hall of the lobby as Chris gets comfortable in his seat, getting his clipboard and pen ready before he begins reviewing the audition tapes for the new players.
CHRIS:
Now then... let's get to picking!