A light sprinkle [Pregame, Monday the 9th, LE] (Open)

[Thousand Miles]

"Oh... well damn, that sounds kind of like a bother, yeah? No, I didn't sign up but I'm signed up anyway. I guess I'll see how it goes then. You think there'll be mutant crocodiles to fight?"

Miles blanched. "Well I didn't before, but now I do," he said. "Maybe Arturo can talk the mutant crocodiles down, eh?"

[Frankie Reynes]

"Mutant crocodiles are no joke bruv. Don't even joke about fighting them. The Bulk got eaten by a pack of 'em on the telly."

[Thousand Miles]

"Well, huh. Hope there's no mutant crocodiles then," Miles said. "There's no way I could outfight the Bulk. That dude was like five weight classes above me."

"Maybe we should do a team-up or something, in case we run into something tough in the contest where having friends would help," he suggested. "They have alliances on Survivor: Croydon, right?"

[Babble]

"Talking with them only matters if they're willing to listen." Arturo advised.

[Frankie Reynes]

"Yeah, uhuh, that's what I'm saying," she said, oblivious to whatever was implied by the fact that he knew who the Bulk was; if indeed he knew at all, because it was about 50/50 on whether or not there *was* a 'bulk'.

There *definitely* wasn't a Survivor: Croydon, though. Or at least if there was, it hadn't made it into international awareness.

"Alliances? Nah bruv, it's every chav, roadman, and croydonian for themselves."