Total Drama Odyssey

  Years after Chris McLean has become irrelevant in the celebrity scene, Blainely Stacey Andrews O'Halloran decides to steal what should have rightfully been hers, and prove that she, and her glamor, will make for a better host than Chris. After finding 16 new contestants, young and old, the S.S. Drama takes off and Total Drama Odyssey begins!

Chapter 1: Anything Goes
Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran stood aboard the deck of a five foot cruise, bearing the words "TOTAL DRAMA" in red along the side. It was pristine-if it were yellow, it may have seemed to be made out of gold. However, it was white, like most cruises, and Blaineley's red dress stood out even more because of it.

"Welcome to Total Drama Odyssey!" She put one foot forward and then another, getting closer to the camera. Her dress was a bit unzipped to accentuate her newly renovated skin. It was like an elephant had given birth to a newborn that had no wrinkles. Smooth, but still gross.

"You might be wondering: where's Chris McLean? Dead. He's dead." There were some murmurs off-camera, and Blaineley groaned. "Sorry. He's dead to me is what I meant." She turned to her left and sneered at someone not in view. "Happy?" She coughed, then straightened herself to make her breasts more in focus. "The producers decided the show needed a little bit of, well… me." She flashed a grin. "Youth. Glow. Beauty. And here I am."

A seagull flew overhead and dropped some of its white cargo on Blaineley's hair, but she didn't notice. It sat there, hardening.

"Sixteen new competitors will be boarding this cruise, fighting for a chance to win one million dollars! More deranged than ever before, these contestants are sure to bring the drama! And the laughs! Always laughs. In just moments, they'll be walking up together, and once they're all aboard, we'll set sail, and their first challenge will begin!"

On cue, sixteen people arrived behind Blaineley, some normal, some freaks. Just as one girl, with bright eyes and red hair, was about to step forward to introduce herself, Blaineley spun around to greet them, and raised her hand to silence her. However, it was at an awkward angle, and one of the producers told her to lower her arm.

"Welcome, contestants, to the ride of your lives." The cruise moved from the dock, sputtered a bit, but then moved forward. "After receiving insurance for the now destroyed Pahkitew Island, Total Drama decided to rent a cruise ship to bring you all around the world. If you need to confess anything to the cameras, just take a stop at the supply closet, where we've provided a nice stool for you to sit on! Each round, we'll be stopping at a new, exotic location and you'll compete in a challenge to win immunity. If you lose, you vote someone off. Any questions?"

Three people raised their hands.

"Great. Now, this round will be a little bit different. You guys will first have to search through the entire boat to find your boarding passes, which contain your room keys. The last two to get their room key… Well, let's save that for later." Blaineley winked at the camera. "It's one of our twists. No questions? Good… now go!"

In less than a second they were all running throughout the cabins, up and down stairs, and down hallways. One maid got trampled by a group of three.

"Sorry about that!" A guy with tan, but dark, skin, no hair, and abs that poked through his green shirt ran back to help the old woman up. "My apologies."

A girl with black hair and pink highlights turned around and stopped.

"Why are you stopping?" The bald guy asked.

She walked over to him and helped him up, ignoring the old woman who had fallen as the guy shifted his attention to the raven-haired girl with tattoos. She was wearing a black shirt with a red-fishnet lined pattern and gray jeans.

"Name's Tess."

Tess: I'm a big believer in karma. Help someone, and you get helped. It's part of being a good person. I can't help it. I guess I'm just a saint sent by God to cleanse the Earth. Wait, that came out wrong. I-

"I'm Ken. Uh, well, it looks like the other guy left without us, so, let's keep looking."

The two got up, walking away from the old woman, who was now pulling herself up using the maid's cart. She fell again and let out a sigh.

In the men's bathroom on the second cabin floor, a group of five people walked together. A petite yet round girl let the pack, her curly hair falling to one side of her head.

"I'm glad that we can all work together. Especially since we could all be end up being enemies." She turned around and looked at the five behind her. "Sorry, by the way. I'm Trisha."

Trisha: I'm a natural leader. Maybe I should stay back and let others take charge, but it's not something I can do. I want the best for everyone, including myself, and I just cannot guarantee that sitting in the sidelines.

A girl with olive skin and perfectly groomed hair waved back. "I'm Anita Cheung." She straightened her silk scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

Anita: Yeah, I'm rich, get used to it. But I'm not someone who doesn't know how to work hard. I speak English, Spanish, and Mandarin. Am I gonna play dumb? Like, yeah, totally, who wouldn't? But I'm not just a rich daddy's girl. I'm a rich and smart daddy's girl.

"Name's Hudson." A guy with a blue mohawk and piercings all along his body nodded his head at Trisha. "Nice to meet you guys."

Hudson: Yeah, I'm the oldest guy here by a mile. But I'm still in shape, I guess. Even after all the hard dru-I mean, after all the shirley temples. I don't know. This is a kid show, right?

"I need you guys to look me in the eyes," a girl said, turning to each and every person around her. She had bright red hair, piercing blue eyes, and an energy around her seemed to say "star." Or at least, her shirt did. "I'm Jordan Baker. Yes, like the girl from the Great Gatsby. I'm important, and you need to know that. I'm here to win, but I'm also here to make friends. Biblically. If anyone is interested, let me know. Both for that and for alliances. You get the drift. I'll see you later."

Jordan walked past them, busted a light open, grabbed a key, and walked away.

The last person, a Latina girl with curly, dark brown hair and a spaghetti strap pink tank top and jeans stood aghast. "Who does she think she is?"

Dani: I can't believe she did that. Estúpida. First, it's property damage. Second, she comes off looking como una bruja. Like a witch. Sorry. Just use subtitles. You're fine.

"So, I guess we'll keep going?" Trisha said. She stared at the rest of her new friends.

"Yeah."

The camera switched views to a couple making out on a countertop in the cruise kitchen. A girl with dark skin, and her black hair in a bun, was on top of a pale guy wearing a white, now opened, button-down shirt and khakis. His brown hair was being ruffled by the girl.

"What's your name again?" The guy asked.

The girl stopped. "Oh. Well, my name's Desdemona Rose Vance. But you can call me Mona. I tried to change my middle name to Lisa, since well, I'm priceless, but my mother wouldn't let me. And you?"

"Uh, Isaac."

"Nice."

They started making out again. As they continued to do so, the galley door opened and a black woman with dreads calmly walked in. She saw the couple making out, smiled, and then began to glide around the room as if they weren't there.

Yejide: I'm a big believer in auras. I can feel them, sense them, see them. So when I saw those two young lovers expressing themselves, I saw a warm pink, and knew to let them be. After all, I have my dreams, and they have theirs. For me, I wish to win. They wish to woo. All is love in life.

Yejide stared at them and began to gently sway. "Do not mind me, I'm just sensing the room."

The two teens stopped and looked back at her. First, they were shocked that she walked in on them. Second, they didn't even know who she was. Before they could ask for her name, she reached under a dinner tray and found a key.

"The waves are crashing but the sand stays strong. Remember that." Without giving them the chance to respond, Yejide exited like a ghost, unseen and not entirely missed.

Back up near the pool, two guys were swimming in the ten-foot deep waters.

"Listen, dude, I think we should bro up." A boy with an afro kept under a black hat said, his small shorts barely covering up what they were meant to. "Team up, whatever you wanna use."

"I'm down. Always down for an all-guy thing. I'm Marquis, by the way." Marquis, like Ori, was black, though his head was shaved.

"Ori."

"Say, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

Ori: You may recognize me from that old show Toad-al Drama. Well, I've grown since then. Now I'm more comfortable with myself. Learned about myself, worked through a few things. I'm biracial and bisexual, so I guess I can just kiss the competition… bye. Wait! Does that mean I'm getting eliminated? No, I mean, I'm winning! Stop! Cut the cameras! I swear I'll kill you!

A girl with orange hair pulled back into two pigtail buns walked along a hallway with a small Latino guy wearing classes. He was wearing jeans and a yellow shirt while she was wearing a cowgirl hat, a green jacket, and yoga pants.

"As I was sayin', it's hard to pull the baby outta the mama, because most of the time she doesn't wanna let go. And who'd blame her, since so many babies are killed? That's how they make veal, you know. The meat industry is so terrible, but it's also what feeds my family. Hey, Devon are you listening?"

Devon blinked. "Uh, yeah."

Devon: I got the pleasure of walking through the halls with the southern belle. Morgan's her name, I think. She's fine, but I'm from New York, and I'm a gamer, so my attention span is already low enough as it is. I'm not gonna like, after she talks for about five seconds I start to drift away.

The two continued walking, Morgan droning on and on, and came across two guys in a deadlock, holding onto a single key. On one side was an average-built blonde with a beard and a bit of a beer gut underneath a green shirt and on the other was a small, Asian guy with wire-frame glasses, sporting a black shirt underneath yellow cardigan.

"Oh, hey guys. I'm Henry. Nice to meet you," the blonde man said. "Don't mind us."

"No," the other guy said. "Do mind us. Help me, won't you? I clearly have the right to this. I'm Nicholas by the way. Nicholas Wong."

Nicholas: I'm a genius. It's a fact, and it should be obvious to everyone else. And the fact that my right to this key, safety in this game, is being tested? I will not stand for it.

"Listen dude," Henry began, "I'm not gonna let go. But what if we made a deal? We both keep holding onto this key, and we go and look for another one together. We'll both be safe that way."

Nicholas eyed him down. "That's not a bad deal."

"Yeah, I know," Henry responded.

Henry: I went to business school.

"Okay," Henry said, "so let's just keep going one step at a time. Do you wanna lead?"

Nicholas nodded. Morgan and Devon watched, too in awe to say anything. Two people working together right off the bat seemed impossible to them, even though they were doing the same thing. Just as Nicholas took a step forward, Henry yanked the key from Nicholas' grasps, and bolted off. Morgan and Devon gasped, and Nicholas' jaw dropped.

Morgan: That boy was done dirty. Gosh, if I were back home… I don't let that kind of pickin' on be tolerated. But this is a game, and sometimes you gotta do things you normally wouldn't do if you wanna get farther. I guess. I'm not sure how I'm feelin' about all of that.

"Well?" Nicholas exclaimed, glaring at Morgan and Devon. "Are you going to help me or not?"

Morgan started to nod, but Devon looked at her. "Actually, we need to find our keys, too. And we were headed the other way."

"What?" Morgan and Nicholas asked in unison.

Devon: Nicholas may not be a kid, but he's going to act like one. I deal with enough kids online, and I don't want to put up with one here.

"Well, if three of us find one key… we're gonna fight over it. I don't really want that," Devon said. He pouted a little bit for good measure.

Nicholas sighed. "You're right. Well, if you decide you want to help me after I was just so clearly brutalized, feel free to find me. I'm heading to the rec room first."

As Nicholas walked away, Morgan turned to Devon. "I see what you did there. But I don't agree with it. I wanna help the little guy, Dev."

"Morgan, right now, we're the little guys, too. We don't have keys, and you heard Blaineley. The last two to find keys are in trouble. I'm trying to maximize our odds. Nicholas will take the first key and bolt with any group he's in. Trust me."

Morgan didn't respond for a few seconds, but then she looked Devon straight in the eyes and nodded. Without another word the two went off to search for the bathroom on their floor.

Back with the group of five turned four, Trisha was still leading the group, though now they were all in the ship's dining hall.

"There's bound to a couple in here," Trisha said. "So I guess we can split up and hope for the best."

The other three agreed and began to search under tables, on chairs, and all through the food carts. Finally, Anita emerged from behind the bar with a key in hand.

"Hey guys, I found a key in the vodka!" Anita waved the key in the air, brandishing it in a way that the last specks of vodka flew into the air.

"That's great, Anita!" Dani gave her a thumbs up, and then shot a look to the camera.

Dani: Is it great? No. Quien se cree que es? She's not my friend. Or at least, she's not my friend yet. And she clearly already has money, so why is she even here?

"I'm gonna go tan now! Bye guys!" Anita once again waved her key in their faces and then sauntered out of the room.

"See ya, Anita!" Trisha waved back at her, not noticing the scowl on Dani's face. Hudson noticed, though made no mention of it. Instead he just kept looking for a key.

Hudson: I'm not getting involved in this drama. I'm just too old for it. 32 hits ya hard.

In the kitchen, Isaac and Mona had finally stopped making out and were looking for keys.

"Do you wanna make out again?" Isaac asked. He leaned back onto the counter they had just gotten off of. "I'm sure we have time."

Mona: I came here looking for a boy, sure. It doesn't mean I'm going to let it get in the way of me winning, but a million dollars and a boy sounds a lot better than just a million dollars. Money can't buy you happiness, right? Or maybe it can. I haven't tried.

Mona chuckled but shook her head. "Imagine what we can do once we have a room."

That seemed to kick Isaac into full gear because he immediately began ravaging the kitchen for any sign of a key. After knocking a few plates onto the floor and shattering them, he found a key hidden in the knife drawer.

Isaac: So I'm looking to get out of the kitchen as fast as possible. Listen, back home, I get it, and Total Drama isn't gonna be any different. Who needs the Mile High Club when you can join-well, I guess there's no real club for that, huh?

"Let's go, let's go," he said, making a dash for the door.

"Nuh uh." Mona pointed at the cabinets in the far end of the room. "We're finding me a key first."

Tess and Ken stood along the railing of the ship overlooking the ocean.

"We're going to different countries, right?" Tess asked.

Ken nodded. "Yeah. I wonder where we're going first." He paused. "Well, I guess we're not gonna go anywhere without keys."

Tess's face turned red. "Oh, I guess we forgot."

Ken: Tess is just… so cool. It's weird that I'm so into her. I guess it's just the ambience of the cruise. You can't help but fall in love when you're basically on the set of the Titanic.

Tess: I didn't come in here looking for a showmance, but Ken and I just… click. He's hot, and nice, so really I don't see a downside to this.

"Okay, well let's go find keys then. That way we're both safe." Ken smiled at her and started walking off toward the shopping gallery.

Tess followed. "Do you think there'd be any in plain sight?"

"What do you mean?"

She stopped walking and crouched down next to a couple of lounge chairs. "Maybe…" Her voice trailed off as she began groping the underside of the chairs. "Here!" She excitedly pulled out a key. "Now we just need to find you one."

Ken smirked. "Yeah."

"Hey! That's ours!" A voice shouted from behind them.

They turned around to see Ori and Marquis climbing out from the pool, their bodies drenched in chlorine-tainted water.

Marquis: Ori's like my main bro out here. I play D1 college baseball, and there doesn't seem to be any other jocks out here, so I guess Ori is the next best thing. I'm competitive. He's competitive. It's like a match made in heaven. Well, not like that. I have a girlfriend back home! Love ya Bernice!

"Dudes, just give us our key." Ori held his hand out expecting a quick surrender.

"Your key?" Tess raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we uh, put it there for safekeeping," Marquis said. Ori nodded at him.

Tess rolled her eyes. "Well, it's mine now."

"No way," Ori said. "We were here first."

"No you weren't," said Ken. "We were."

Ori pointed at his shoes. "Nope. See. Shoes are right there."

"Well," Tess said, holding up the key, "key's right here, and it's not going anywhere else. Good luck, guys." She shook her head in annoyance and sauntered away. Ken shrugged at the boys and then caught up to Tess.

"Damn it, dude," Marquis said. "We're getting rigged out of the game."

Ori shook his head. "Not on my watch, bro. Don't worry. I'm a beast at these reality shows."

Ori: I'm not letting my final two get screwed over like this. Nope. No way.

"I'm sure we'll find something soon. Let's just keep looking." Marquis put his hand on Ori's shoulder to calm him down, and the two nodded. After discussing where to head next, they began to make their way to the boiler room.

Jordan was sitting alone in her bedroom with the door open when Morgan and Devon walked in.

"Hey! This is my room! Get out!" Jordan tried to get up, but decided not to, and started to cry instead.

Morgan instantly ran up to her. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I just… I don't have any friends. I got my key and my entire group just bailed on me. It's like, what? I get you're jealous but it's something you have to get used to with me. People can't control talent. And to blame someone for their… skill. I was born this way!"

Devon: Yeah, Lady Gaga made a song about it but you don't see me saying that every five seconds. Try again.

"Aww, it's okay," Morgan cooed. She shot Devon a look for not helping her. "We'll be your friends. Or I will at least. Us gingers have to stick together."

"Oh, my hair is dyed, actually. Brunettes have no shot in Hollywood."

Jordan: I wanna be famous. That's the only reason I'm here. Exposure. Think I care about money? Well, yes. But fame gets you money, and it also gets you a new nose, so here I am.

After Jordan's confessional, the view shot back to Morgan holding Jordan in bed as she cried. "And it's not even like I like these people, you know? Like, they probably suck! It's just… so hard!"

Morgan patted her head.

"There's a couple keys in my dresser by the way. After those bullies shoved me away I went on a mission to make sure they didn't get any. Have at it."

Morgan and Devon exchanged glances and then went to drawer. Inside they found not one, not two, but six keys in total.

Morgan: You know, I'm not entirely sure I wanna be this girl's friend. She seems like a mess… like a pig at the trough. You're gonna get fed again but you act like there's no more food in the world.

Dani threw up her arms in anger. "Guys, I don't think we're going to find any keys. I think we're screwed." She turned over one of the cushioned seats in the women's restroom. Hudson was sitting on the other seat.

"No," Trisha said. "We're not screwed. I'm sure everyone else is having just as much trouble as we are.

Hudson rolled his eyes.

Hudson: Trisha's young, and she's cute I guess. Oh, not in the I wanna get down with her way, but the adorable way. She's just so naive and optimistic. I guess it's nice to be around that. My ex-wife was just… the worst. Yeah, Linda, you were. Get over it.

"Come on, guys. There's a light at the end of the tunnel!" Trisha smiled at them, nodding her head up and down, but stopped when she saw she was having no luck.

Dani leaned back onto the sink. "Listen, Trish, I appreciate it, but really, what's the point? We've been searching for three hours now and we have nothing." She coughed. "And Anita's ditched us. Only God knows donde fue."

"What?" Hudson said.

"Where she went." Dani turned a faucet on. "I want Total Drama to get a huge water bill."

Trisha: I know it's still early, but I like Dani, and I don't like seeing her be so… down. I mean, it's still early, and lines aren't drawn anywhere yet so we'll see where mine ends up going.

Just as even Trisha was about to admit defeat, the bathroom door swung open and Morgan entered carrying four keys. "Hey y'all."

Trisha smiled at Dani, but Dani refused to look her in the eye.

Dani: I'm allowed to sulk, okay? I'm grateful, but I don't have to be happy about it.

Ori and Marquis arrived at the boiler room, but stopped outside the door when they heard banging coming from inside.

"Dude, I'm a little scared," Marquis said.

Ori shook his head. "It's an old ship. Not big deal."

Marquis wasn't convinced.

Marquis: I'm a strong guy, but… ghosts freak me out. And what else would be in there but a ghost?

Mona and Isaac came stumbling out, Isaac's hair ruffled even more than before and Mona's jacket inside out.

"Oh, hey." Mona straightened out her bun.

Mona and Isaac tried walking away, a bit embarrassed at being caught, but Marquis and Ori chased after them.

"Wait," Marquis said, "did you find any keys? Because we need some."

Isaac shrugged. "Sorry dude. We found one for Mona, but that was it."

Mona smiled at Marquis' and Ori's crestfallen faces and walked away proudly. Ori and Marquis went back to the boiler room, holding out hope that Mona and Isaac didn't explore every corner of the boiler room while exploring… each other.

Nicholas: I've been searching for days. It's… so hard. How it can be this hard to find a key? Are people conspiring against me? It… that must be what's happening. There's no way I would be failing this miserably… I'm smart. I'm smart enough to not be eliminated by some stupid hide and seek.

In a dark hallway in the lower depths of the cruise, Nicholas stalked in the shadows, hoping to find a key. One step. One more. He paused when he saw a shadowy figure appear ahead of him. It's head looked like it had horns-or some sort of growths-coming from its side. However, it seemed short, petite almost, and Nicholas was sure that he could take it, even though he himself was only 5'3".

"I'm not afraid of you. I don't know what monsters Blaineley put in here, but I'm sure you're at the bottom of that pool. The gene pool, that is. You're what? 5'4" max?"

The figure stepped forward. "Actually, I'd said I'm about 5'5'" it said in a southern drawl. "You need a key, buddy?"

Morgan: I know Devon said that we need to look out for ourselves in this game, but I just can't stand seeing someone so… pathetic. I mean, there were no lights on down there! He was like a pig being led to the slaughterhouse. Gosh… I miss Snouty.

Nicholas looked in awe at the key in Morgan's hand.

"Really?" he asked.

Morgan nodded and reached her hand out. "Consider it a gift from a friend."

Nicholas: Back home… I don't have a lot of friends, which honestly shocks me. But at the same time, I understand that people are threatened by me. Morgan… is dumb, but apparently she's dumb enough to not be threatened by my intelligence, so I guess we can be friends. That's… weird to say.

Tess and Ken wandered around the gift shop of the cruise. Tess picked up a pair of floaties and put them back down after seeing a crude drawing on them.

"Any luck?" she asked.

Ken shrugged. "I don't see anything. Do you think that maybe… I'm in trouble? It's been a few hours by now. Obviously my chances aren't looking too good."

Tess touched his arm. "I'm sure you're fine. There's part of me that can just feel that you're not in trouble. At least… not yet."

Ken: I honestly feel so lucky to have met Tess. She's just so… comforting and reassuring. Which honestly, she looks a bit like a vampire with her make-up and black hair and generally pale exterior so I guess it's a welcome surprise.

As Tess finished speaking, Ken turned to see Ori and Marquis walk into the gift shop. As the last three without keys, the boys were nervous. Of course, they had no idea that there was one key left, and that it was in the room with them.

"Any luck?" Tess asked them.

Ori shrugged and moved toward a shelf filled with chips and soda. "You know, we're chilling."

"That's great," Tess said.

"It's great," Ori replied.

Ori: Dudes, it's really not great.

Tess glanced behind Ori and saw a key sitting atop a soda bottle. She darted her eyes at Ken and the back at Ori, hoping to signal the key's location to Ken. While Ken didn't notice, Marquis. In a second he jumped toward Ori, arms outstretched. Ori, taking this is a sign of aggression, pushed Marquis away and fell over on top of him. With those two distracted, Tess rolled her eyes, directed at Ken, and then rushed to snatch the key from the bottle. She handed it to Ken and smiled.

Tess: Listen, even though I'm protecting Ken, it doesn't mean I'm not gonna be looking out for myself. I saved him now, but if he can't save himself later… Well, I hope it doesn't come to that.

Ori and Marquis had just finished getting up from the floor when Blaineley's voice echoed through the cruise. "Hello passengers. I hope you've had a relaxing stay on the S.S. Drama. From what we can see, all the keys have been collected, which means two people don't have one! If everyone could come to the pool deck, we can carry on with today's activities. Thank you!"

Marquis: I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it. And I'm one of the people in trouble! Listen. I respect Ori, but if it's between me and him… I'm willing to throw him under the bus. Like, bully with a fat kid after school under the bus.

Ori: Marquis is my man, and we're not going down without a fight. We're in this together, and there's no way that I'm gonna let him down now.

The sixteen contestants were standing in front of Blaineley, who stood next to two chairs. "Welcome back, everyone. I'm sure you're all wondering what's happening. Well. I'm going to tell you." She cleared her throat. "Total Drama… was predictable. We know that. So, we've decided to change things up this year. In past seasons, you could vote for whoever you wanted, but things will be different from now on. Now, whoever wins a challenge will put two people 'on the chopping block' and everybody else will then vote between those two. We wanted to be nice for this first round, so nobody's putting anyone on the chopping block today. Except for the people that lost." She paused. "Ori, Marquis, would you join me up here and take a seat?"

The two grumbled a bit, but obliged.

"The rest of you will be voting between these two. One at a time, you'll vote for someone to go home in the supply closet. Until it's your turn, you can take a seat in these beautiful lounge couches that Chef has so gratefully provided us."

Chef walked onto the screen dragged three couches. As he walked away, Blaineley growled at him and winked. He rolled his eyes and kept moving.

Isaac: I'm really not sure who to vote off. In my mind, they both walked in on me and Mona, so… I guess I'll just go for it randomly.

Henry: One's a jock, the other wants to be. There's less risk with one option, so that's the one I'm going with.

Yejide: My vote moves with however the wind guides me. One moment the breeze may shake me, another it may simply tap my shoulder. But we'll see.

Anita: This is tough. I mean, none of us really know either of them. And voting someone out the first episode? Are the producers that cruel? Maybe they just don't have enough of a budget to do another episode. God, just get money. It's not that hard.

Anita returned to her seat and Blaineley smirked. "Well, contestants, the votes are in. And in a vote of 10-4… Marquis, you have been kicked off the cruise. Make your way to the Liferaft of Losers, where you'll be pushed overboard."

Marquis frowned, as did Ori.

"Bro, I'm gonna miss you," Ori said.

"Me, too, bro. Give 'em hell."

The two hugged, though elicited no sympathy from anyone else on the cruise, and then Marquis made his way down the ship to the other end, climbed into the Liferaft of Losers, and was launched into the ocean by Chef.

"Don't we... have a limited supply of those?" Hudson asked.

Ignoring him, Blaineley turned to face the camera, exuberant. "And there you have it! The first episode of Total Drama Odyssey! Romance! Blindsides! Betrayals! All this and more on Total! Drama! Odyssey!"