Both campsites are alive with chatter this morning, as everyone wonders what the forthcoming merger of the Thal and Kaled tribes will bring. Our host, the indispensable Jeff Probst, appears via hologram to tell both groups that they must each choose an ambassador, who will visit the enemy campsite and help decide which locale should be used as the new permanent home of the amalgamated tribe.
The Thal tribe chooses Adric to be their ambassador. "We figure that if the other tribe turns out to be a bunch of cannibals, it won't be any big loss," explains Davros. "Besides, he'd probably be the biggest meal out of us all, so it might even make us a few allies."
The Kaled tribe sends Peri, mostly to keep her and Ben apart for a few minutes.
Peri is transmatted to the Thals' hillside camp, and is delighted to discover all the improvements made by the tribe. "We've hollowed out Tlotoxl's old sacrificial altar and turned it into a sort of makeshift stove," the Monk tells her. "And we've done a lot of work on Davros' kitchen and made that really nice. And right now we're working on a pit trap for when Adric comes back, so we're sort of hoping we'll get rid of him that way."
Adric learns that the Kaled site has not been cared for quite so much. "Well, I've been kind of, um, busy the past little while," Ben tells him. "Peri too, by total absolute coincidence. And Useless -- sorry, I mean Liz -- hasn't done much either, so the place is a bit of a mess. Although we think Bernice has somehow managed to construct a still off in the woods a little ways."
The Rani asks Peri what the Kaled tribe has heard about the Thal tribe. "Well," replies the American, "we've heard you guys are really ruthless and cutthroat and deceitful and merciless."
"Oh, thank goodness," says the Rani. "And here we were worried that you'd heard something bad about us!"
"And we heard a bunch of you had formed an Alliance and was picking people off one by one."
"Now that's just a damn dirty lie!"
That evening, Adric and Peri are collected and transmatted to a state room in the Capitol to deliberate. They are provided with fresh food, a couple of beds, and several gallons of red and white wine.
"We were kind of hoping that we'd get you guys good and drunk and see a little hanky panky on the go," reveals Jeff to Peri. "But seeing as how you got stuck with Adric, I promise that if anything starts to happen, we'll beat the little cretin into unconsciousness."
The pair is assigned the task of picking which campsite to use as the new, permanent home of the unified tribe and to pick a new tribal name and colour. Adric, however, passes out after three sips of wine, and a few bottles later, Peri begins having an intense discourse with the table fixtures.
When Jeff arrives the next morning to receive their decision, the hung-over WHOvivors glance at each other and Peri mumbles, "Ummm... we're going to the Thal place... our new colour is fuschia with grape polka-dots... and our new name is... um... Gallifrey... because... that's where we are."
"Gallifreya. The 'a' at the end sounds exotic," suggests Adric.
"Gallifreya," sighs Jeff. "Yeah, that took a lot of work. Oh, and the only colour we've got for headbands is green, so that's what your colour is going to be. If you really want to, you can pretend that it's fuschia with grape polka-dots."
"Jeff, I drank so much wine last night that you look fuschia with grape polka-dots to me," moans Peri. "I feel like... like..."
"Bernice?" suggests Adric, whereupon Peri pukes all over him.
"Funny," says Jeff, "I thought that was your sort of thing." Whereupon Adric pukes all over him.
After Jeff is prevented from throttling the two of them and they both head back to their respective campsites, the Kaled tribe is instructed that they have just five minutes to choose three things to bring with them from their current location to the Thal -- now Gallifreya -- campsite. They consider it for a moment before Bernice says, "Nah, this is all junk," and they head off to their new home.
As they approach the Kaled campsite (killing another rampaging Tetrap on the way, but this time being sure to save the carcass for supper), the Monk races down the hill to greet them. "So, do you like epic poetry?" he asks Ben.
The rest of Day Twenty, and especially the night, was spent getting used to the new people and especially to the fact that the size of the tribe had ballooned from five to ten. Davros in particular had trouble getting used to the cramped sleeping accommodations.
"He ran over me with that damn travel machine three or four times," grumbled Liz during breakfast.
"Only two times were intentional," Davros assured her.
Around lunchtime, Jeff materialises to announce the newest Immunity Challenge. "But there's a new twist this time around," he announces with all the melodrama his little voice can muster. "Because the two tribes have now merged into one, all Immunity Challenges from here on out will be individual exercises. Whoever wins gets immunity at the next Tribal Council. He or she can still vote, but can't be voted for.
"This challenge is called Space Suit. We're going to put you all in vintage 1960s NASA astronaut uniforms but we're going to suck out all the oxygen. Whoever takes off their helmet last gets immunity."
The ten castaways quickly dress in their space outfits, which are all hooked up to a central vacuum. At a signal from Jeff, the vacuum is turned on, drawing all the air out of the suits.
"Oh yeah," mutters Susan. "This is a gender-neutral competition all right. No favouritism here at all. Yes indeed, my little five foot body has at least as much lung capacity as that big fat Monk. At least. Mmm hmm. Jerks."
And sure enough, first Peri, then Liz, then Bernice, then Susan, then the Rani, then Leela are forced to yank off their helmets, breathless. The Monk finally gives up after a minute and a half or so. Davros is next and then he tries to force Adric to keep his helmet on when he's out of breath, until the women restrain him. Adric finally wrestles free and takes off his helmet, leaving Ben as the victor.
"You tried to kill me!" wails Adric, shaking his finger at Davros.
"No, no, I was just trying to help you win," the crippled scientist assures him. "Honest."
Jeff congratulates Ben on his win, thereby granting him immunity at that night's Tribal Council. "Do you feel like Miss America?" Jeff asks him.
Ben looks at him strangely. "Um, no, Jeff. What kind of crazy-ass question is that?"
That night, the ten remaining WHOvivors make the long trek from the Gallifreya campsite to the Dark Tower for Tribal Council...
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