with theatical zeal...

"Goood," Chris smirked with his personal brand of conceit and humor. "I'm glad I've got your attention, now," he turned his face back to cameras. "Now, for the less-overdone personalities of this show. They should be arriving right, about..." an akward pause stood for nearly ten seconds, Chris staring impatently at the sky, foot tapping rapidly. "Ok, where is that thing?I better be getting a discount for this."

"A discount for what?" Cody mussed allowed, a certain sence of fear on his face. "Weren't we all supposed to get on this bus? I thought we..."

"Wait a minute, where's that sad excuse for a windbag Alahondro?" Heather spat as she looked over the gathered contestents. "It's like we cut the budget back to season 2 or something. What's the matter Chris?" She smiled wickedly as she gave him the loser L. "Running out of decades old money?"

"Ordanarly I'd give a snappy remark to that," Chris kept his eye to the sky, ignoring her lewd action. "But it looks like the rest of our student body is about to land. Oh, and you might want to get out of the way."

A deep humb and buzz engulfed the air as everybody noticed it; a barn-red helocopter thundering overhead, decending at a dangerous speed. "Take cover!" a voice, nobody was quite sure who, called, the entire cast diving in different directions. Oddly enough, nobody was crushed, sat upon, or hit heads; definatly a rarity. "Well," Chirs yelled over the carnage. "Looks like our air transport finnaly brought out the rest of our cast. Now, introducing, and you'll hear me right, right? THey can hear me?" The cameraman nodded. "Good, now for whom many call the Latien god of longing, our very own South American jaguar, Alejandrio!"

The bronzed beuty leaped with acrobatic skill from the open door of the helocopter, turning three times in the air before rolling across the ground and bouncing up next to Chris, opening his mouth to let his teeth gleam. "I'm so glad you allowed me the pleasure of gracing your audiences again, sir." his voice flowed out smoothly, and you could almost here the combination of sighs and groans coming from the cast behind him, who where now trying to pull themselves back up. "I have an uncle who owns a collage in Mexico, so I'm sure I'll..."

"Woh, Woh, Woh," Chris shoved Alejandro off his shoulders with little to no control. "Diden't I make it clear nobody touches the host?"

"Now, not that I can remember," Trent's voice could be heard in the background.

"Shut up!" Chris yelled over the cast, watching Alejandrio turn his tumble into a pair of backflips. "Wow that guy's got talent. Now, another familer face, we have Total Drama's biggest fan, knowladagable to the point that its creepy, and the president of the offical Total Drama fan club. Please welcome, Sierra!"

Sierra burst out of the helocopter the moment it landed, the pileot running out with has hands over his ears, screaming. "Well," Chris sounded slightly disapointed. "Looks like I won't be getting that late fee after all. No, Sierra," the camera turned over to her face, which seemed to be covered by an unatural smile. "What do YOU have to say about your higher education?"

"I don't see how SCHOOl exactly fits the Total Drama pattern Chris," she sneered, obviouslly still a bit pissed about the whole "plane" situation, even though she'd managed to grow her hair back. "I mean, we all know you only managed to finish,"

Before she could finish, Chris pulled her in, slapping a hand over her mouth. "Well, where're glad to have you back Sierra. Please, take you spot over with their with [i] Cody [/i]"

The word sparked something, a fire of sorts in her eyes, as the rest of the cast started milling about, finnaly back on their feet and talking in hushed tones. "Cody? Where are you?" she seemed to have completly forgotten what she was saying as she staulked about, oblvious to the fact that Cody was hidding behind Owan.

"Dude, that tickles," Owen chuckled as Cody pushed into his back.

"Quiet you, do you want to get me caught?" Cody shivered in fear, even as he started sweating from the heat off Owen's back.

"And now, for the newest additon to the Total Drama cast." A spotlight burst up into the sky behind Chris, a classical soundtrack playing from a boombox just off screem. "All the way from that windswept and desolate location of Lisbon, North Dakota, I present the all-American diet fat-free low-carb soy-meat-subsitute cake, and winner of the Total Drama drink line bottlecap contest, all 13 flavors now avable in a store near you," he pulled out a bottle of soda, an oddly pleasing burgundy color, and drank a mouthful before continuing. "[first name]!"

The young man leaped off the helocopter lightly, with a certain rough grace. He stood roughly six foot, his shoulders thin but his legs thick, a simple rag of black hair contrasing nicely with his only slightly tanned caucasian tone. Over his body he wore a stars&stripes jacket, black jeans, and a pair of open-fingered gloves, standing with awe as he looked over the place.

"So this is University, hu?" he spoke to himself, his voice quite yet harsh. "Well, concidering I'm getting paid to go here, I'm not going to say this is too much, I'm just glad to be on the show."

"And there you have it folks!" Chris spoke as the camera panned out, the whole cast sizing up their newest rival. "Since this is only an hour long special, I suggest we skip the niceitiess and get straght on to the game. Now, we'll be doing things a little differntly this year. So I want all of you to come with me to the dining hall so we can set up our teams..."