really miss home and Skippy Jon my Chihuahua and my job and stuff, but it’s just another couple of weeks until this thing is over and I can go back to my old life.
I’m just bored here. I’m not into the game-playing and I don’t really care who wins—though I hope it’s not Tiffani, not that I think she’ll win because everyone knows that she’ll stab you in the back the first chance she gets so sooner or later they’ll gang up on her and get rid of her. Even if the boys are mostly all cute—except like I said for Joe Twitch, oh, and Reverend Wintergreen, but then he’s a minister, anyhow—but, you know, they all have issues of one kind or another and are kind of difficult to hang with. Hardhart is a hunk and is real, but we really don’t have too much in common. Jetman is kind of intense I guess I would say, and he talks too much about his mother. Spasm is way too preppy, and who wants to hang with a guy named Spasm, anyway, even if he has the power that he claims he has like every couple of seconds? Drummer Boy has that whole rock star ’tude going and who needs that? I don’t much like his type of music, and he’s only a drummer anyway. Who knows the drummer’s name? They’re always just in the background hammering away like a monkey. He was like all surprised and bugged out when I wouldn’t hook up with him, but, like, who needs to be a pit stop on his round-the-world tour? I kind of like the Maharajah and we can talk computer neepery but I’m looking for someone who can strap on the roller blades and keep up with me for a little bit if I cut them a lot of slack.
That network guy Berman, the one that nobody likes, has been blowing me up on the cell, telling me that I should have never been voted off the team and that I’ve got a totally awesome Q-rating, and I’m like, I’m totally sure that I do (whatever that is) and he wants to take me to Spago’s to talk about this awesome idea about a show about me where I’d live on Venice Beach and have all these awesomely wacky neighbors and I’d be getting into these awesomely wacky situations and what’d I think if they called it Who’s That Grrl?
Well, I think that Berman is kind of like Drummer Boy but with fewer arms and a lot less charisma. Though I would like to check out the menu at Spago’s. I hear they have a pretty awesome shrimp and avocado salad.
Week 9: How the Cards Fall
Week Nine Recap: The Hostage Puzzle
Once again, the week began with a draw. To keep the teams even, the Black Team was allowed to draw one player from their rivals, and they plucked Jade Blossom from the Reds. Two teams of four faced off, bringing us closer than ever to choosing the American Hero. Their super-strong aces have gotten our contestants this far. But it takes more than brute force to be a hero.
At dawn, each team received a message by courier: the clock is ticking for a group of hostages. The teams must find and rescue them by high noon. The message included a single clue, a series of numbers: 1245 18th.
Both teams figured out quickly that this was an address, but things got trickier after that. The greater Los Angeles area has five 18th streets and avenues. Both teams were fortunate enough to have native Angelenos on the roster, and between the internet and the Thomas Guide, they narrowed the choices to a couple of possibilities and spent the morning searching.
The Black Team had the luck and checked the 18th Street in Santa Monica first. The address was for a set of apartment buildings, and there was little the team could do but hunt for the next clue. Drummer Boy and Rosa Loteria made a search of the building itself, while Dragon Huntress scanned the grounds from above, riding her stuffed dragon Puffy. But it was Jade Blossom who found a folded sheet of paper bearing the American Hero logo in an outgoing mail drop—the only place clearly marked with the building’s full address. There, they were the first to find a second clue: another code, a series of jumbled letters.
The Red Team had some catching up to do. Stuntman led the team