Total Drama Tokyo (Toad's Version)

In Total Drama Tokyo, the fourth installment of the Toad-al Drama series, 22 new contestants were dropped into the world's largest city for the usual bizarre challenges, tumultuous romance, and near-death experiences. Now, in this all-new reimagined version of the story, 18 of the 22 contestants will be doing the same, through a 2023 lens. With new teams, new challenges, and new interactions, what could possibly go wrong?
==Characters==
===Staff===
Chris McLean - HostChef Hatchet - Cook/Assistant HostSmoothie Guy - Miscellaneous Grunt WorkCharles - Assistant to LaylaMr. Chapman - ???
===Contestants===
Anderson - The PranksterAnderson is the youngest of two; his older sister is Total Drama veteran PJ. Since PJ was usually off doing her own thing, Anderson has been spoiled by his parents all through childhood. This gives him free rein to do whatever he wants, i.e. pulling pranks on PJ and/or his classmates. He's a great sweet-talker - he's gotten arrested twice, but he's always played innocent and gotten his (well-off) parents to bail him out. The more obnoxious Anderson has gotten and the more elaborate his pranks have become, the less and less PJ has talked.Anderson joined Total Drama because he wanted to place better than his sister.Ari - The Awkward SweetheartAri grew up in the suburbs with her single mom, who had her and her younger sister at an early age and has spent much of Ari's childhood dating myriad men. She eventually married the local school's volleyball coach, who convinced Ari to go out for the team. Ari is quite talented at sports and music—she plays the flute in the school marching band—but she's uncomfortable with the spotlight that comes with her extracurriculars. Her classmates admire her for her talent and kindness, but she's usually too shy to make more than casual friendships. She's also a romantic at heart, but the boys at her school figure she's not interested due to her awkwardness.Ari joined Total Drama to come out of her shell a bit, in a form of exposure therapy.Bennett - The Ladies' ManBennett is a lacrosse player who's always been suave with the ladies. Just one flip of his bushy blonde locks or glimmer of his shiny teeth will captivate every heterosexual female he encounters, down to his teachers. The attention has gotten so overwhelming that he's now flanked by two women, one on each arm, every time he leaves the house. However, this rarely lasts long because Bennett has an incredibly boring personality and the girls tend to flee the second they realize that. He also has to deal with random dudes trying to beat him up, as he's inadvertently stolen many girlfriends.Bennett was recruited for Total Drama when casting agent Mildred O'Halloran ran into him at the grocery store and her life was forever changed.Casey - The Obsessive Chelsey FanCasey has always been insecure about her gangly frame and bright ginger hair, so she found solace in TV and movies. She's been a faithful Total Drama fan since TDI, but once Total Drama Revolution appeared and she saw Chelsey, her obsession reached its zenith. Casey now spends all her time mimicking Chelsey's mannerisms, opinions, and fashion sense. Total Drama isn't too well-known at her school, so most of her classmates have no idea what she's doing and she's actually become slightly more popular. She only lives a couple hours from Chelsey and has tried to 'visit' (aka stalk) her numerous times, but Chelsey never remembers her.Casey joined Total Drama so she could get fifth place like Chelsey.Estrella - The GothEstrella is your average goth girl: sardonic, pessimistic, and porcelain-pale. Her hobbies include reading, sleeping, and taxidermy. When not at school, she stays in her room and writes gruesome stories with the lights out, curtains drawn, and door locked. She has three friends: neighbors who she used to play with as a child before her goth phase. Estrella refuses to let most people learn any details about her, and even her parents feel like they barely know her, but her friend/neighbor Cammy is said to know all of Estrella's most intimate secrets. Of course, she's spent most of her time with Trick since TDRev has ended, but Estrella doesn't mind—she prefers being alone anyway.Estrella joined Total Drama because she wanted to make some easy money.Flora - Some GirlFlora is just that one girl in every show who stays in the background, totally silent and never doing anything interesting. She's not a hero, a villain, a trainwreck, a Mary Sue, or really anything. Just a normal girl.Flora joined Total Drama because she wanted to win the money and make friends.Gail - The Animal LoverGail is an only child and her parents, both biologists, have always kept animals around the house. Over the course of her life, she's had 12 dogs, 16 cats, 47 fish, 11 horses, five hamsters, a guinea pig, two ferrets, four parrots, seven rabbits, a bearded dragon, two turtles and a tortoise, three cows, a whole bunch of chickens, and one very cantankerous marmot. Needless to say, her social skills around other human beings are pretty underdeveloped, but she doesn't have to worry about that because her parents homeschool her and she lives out in the country.Gail signed up for Total Drama after she watched the "Crabby Road" challenge in Total Drama: Tiki Jungle.Horatio - The Jazz CatIsabel - The FashionistaJulian - The Slacker MusicianJulian is an incredibly talented musician. He started guitar lessons when he was four and is the lead singer/guitarist for local garage band The Ralphs (none of the members are named Ralph; it's a reference to all four of them vomiting at their first gig). He spends so much time thinking about music that his grades are terrible and he rarely even comes to school in the first place. His parents expect big things from him, especially since his older brother was class valedictorian and captain of the football team, but Julian doesn't seem to care about anything except making music (and getting girls).Julian convinced his parents that Total Drama was a math camp, so they enthusiastically signed him up.Layla - The Rich SnobPuck - The Chill GuyRoz - The ManiacShawn - The Pop SingerThomas - The Extremely Tall GuyTolkien - The Fantasy GeekWolfgang - The Lone WolfYuri - The Yaoi Fanatic
==Chapters==
===Chapter 1 - Say Konnichiwa to... California?===
We start our journey at America’s favorite airport, LAX, where the inimitable Chris McLean, dressed in his reliable gray button-down and cargo shorts, and his trusty sidekick/possible-life-partner Chef Hatchet are standing right in front of the action. Planes are coming and going on the runway behind them, but they have stepped out of the way onto a small, browning patch of grass right next to a couple benches and a bus stop. 
“We’re here in lovely Los Angeles,” announces Chris, “to kick off the all-new, juiciest Total Drama season yet! Last season on Total Drama Revolution, we brought 18 new contestants to a city in the middle of… uh… somewhere? And over the course of a couple months, they had all sorts of wacky shenanigans that I’d honestly rather forget about for the rest of my life, so I’ll give you the one-sentence rundown: our friendly neighborhood stoner Tasia won a million bucks, that obnoxious guy lost, and I blacked out at the cast after-party.”
“That’s putting it lightly,” mutters Chef.
Chris clears his throat loudly. “Moving on,” he says, “we’ve gathered 18 all-new contestants from all around North America, ready to fight to the death—well, maybe just mild dismemberment—for an all-new million-dollar prize! Once we introduce the cast, we’ll head onto the trusty Total Drama Jumbo Jet and fly to lovely Tokyo, Japan. And what we’re gonna do once we’re there… well, I’ve never been, so your guesses are as good as mine!”
“Never been? World Tour…?” says Chef. “Dementia kicking in already?”
“Remind me to turn off your mic during these announcements,” says Chris. “Okay, uh… where was I before my good-for-nothing lackey totally derailed my train of thought? Oh yeah, that’s right, 18 new contestants. Tokyo. Their taxis should be arriving shortly, so sit tight for just a second and get ready for the craziest season yet… right here on Total… Drama… TOKYO!”
[the classic Total Drama theme song plays, overlaid with the 18 new contestants doing their thing]
After the theme song, Chris and Chef are back where we left them. The first taxi has pulled up onto the road by the bus stop and the door opens for our very first contestant.
“Say hello to our first contestant…” says Chris. “Estrella!”
The first arrival is a porcelain-pale Latina with jet-black hair, heavy makeup, a gray nose stud, and a patchwork outfit featuring varying reds, purples, and blacks. She’s carrying a single, small black suitcase in one hand and a thick leather-bound book in the other. Immediately after glancing at Chris and Chef, she sits down on the nearby bench and begins reading. 
After about seven seconds of silence, Chris finally breaks the ice. “Estrella! Welcome to Total Drama Tokyo!”
Estrella grunts, yawns, and turns to the next page of her book.
“Aren’t you happy to be here? Total Drama, y’know, the experience of a lifetime…”
“I have no strong opinion either way,” says Estrella. Her voice is deep and monotone with a slight gruffness.
“Hey, wait! Wasn’t your good friend on last season? Tell us about that!”
“Which one?” she asks. “I have three good friends. Be specific.”
“You’re telling us you didn’t tune in to see Cammy almost murder a fellow contestant over a challenge?” 
“Ah.” A slight smile almost creeps onto Estrella’s face before she catches herself and reverts back to the usual boredom. “The lovely Camille. That explains why she paid me to feed her pet snake for two months. No, I didn’t watch her, although attempted murder sounds intriguing. I’ve actually never seen this show before.”
“Why the hell are you here then?” asks Chef.
Estrella shrugs non-committally. “Could use the money.”
Chris thinks for a second before continuing to probe her, “Oooh, tell us more? What would you spend a million clams on?”
“Listen, bub,” says Estrella. “I’m about to reach the climax of The Shadow over Innsmouth. I have read it fifty-eight times and it never gets old, so I would rather you didn’t ruin it for me. I may speak again in…” she rolls up her right shirt sleeve to reveal an old-fashioned black watch and examines it for a second, “Approximately eight minutes. But for now, buzz off.”
Before Chris can retort, the next taxi pulls up and out comes a short, scrawny redheaded boy in a baggy olive-green sweatshirt and red skinny-jeans. His ‘luggage’ consists of three giant, slightly soggy paper bags, all stuffed to the brim with suspicious items and ready to fall apart.
“Anderson! My man…derson!” Chris announces, shooting finger guns at him. “Thanks for rescuing us from… that!”
“McLean,” says Anderson in a scratchy voice. “Happy to be here, hoss. Gotta get away, y’know? My folks grounded me last week for ‘treating my sister with excessive cruelty,’ so this was good timing.”
“Your sister? You mean last season’s breakout star, PJ?!” says Chris, looking aroused.
From the bench, Estrella looks up from her book and rolls her eyes. “Wait, don’t tell me we’re all connected to past contestants. Talk about creative bankruptcy.”
“Hey, why do you care?” says Chris. “You’ve never even seen this show before! And no, you’re not, thank you very much… just you two… and that guy who should be coming soon… and wait, that one other chick too… just move past it, okay? The casting department works very hard!”
“Yeah, and I ain’t nothing like Peej,” says Anderson. “She’s such a square.”
“So what’d you do to her that was ‘excessively cruel?’” asks Estrella, raising an eyebrow. “Just curious.”
“It was NOTHING, man!” shouts Anderson. “Totally tame by my standards! I just took a dump on her calculus homework… besides, barely anything came out, I was all blocked up anyway.”
“Okay, I regret this conversation,” says Estrella, and she returns to focusing on her book.
“Perfect timing,” says Chris. “Looks like our next contestant is here!” 
He looks behind him onto the runway, where a private jet has landed and is extending its stairway for a statuesque girl in clearly-expensive clothing and jewelry followed by an elderly, balding, yet mustachioed man in a crisp tuxedo who is dragging along two massive leopard-print suitcases. The two’s loud conversation can be heard perfectly even from a distance.
“Those airline cookies taste like cardboard, okay?” the girl is complaining. “All I wanted was a four-scoop gold-encrusted ice cream cone.”
“Layla, my dear, you must understand,” says the elderly man in an upper-crust British accent. “We were in mid-air so I was unable to provide for you…”
“Well, that’s not MY problem, is it?!” she snaps.
The two finally walk up next to Chris, Chef, and the two previous arrivals, who both look bored. The elderly Brit lets go of the suitcases and starts wheezing.
“Lady, gentleman, this is Layla!” says Chris. “And, uh, some old dude.”
“Salutations,” greets said old dude breathlessly. “I am Charles Aloysius Bainbridge McGillicuddy III. Renaissance man, former motorcyclist, and current butler to Miss Layla A. Knee and her family.”
Estrella waves delicately, angling her body so she’s waving exclusively to Charles rather than Layla, while none of the three males say anything.
“Charles, why’s nobody saying anything?” whines Layla. “Make them give me a warm welcome. I didn’t come here to be ignored.”
Charles digs through his pockets and pulls out a revolver. Not a millisecond later, Chris and Chef start aggressively clapping while Anderson runs over to Layla and gives her a bear-hug. 
“Glad you’re here, babe!”
“Ew, get off me, you smell like dookie,” says Layla and she pushes Anderson off her.
“Not too keen on contestants bringing along extra help,” says Chris, narrowing his eyes at Charles, “but I’ll let it go. Ratings will love that gun. Moving right along, we got…”
An extremely tall boy rolls into view riding on two skateboards, one on each foot, and carrying a giant suitcase on his back. His legs start wobbling around once he approaches the group and he loses his balance, falls off his left skateboard, and crashes into a giant garbage can.
“Uh, why don’t we let him get all sorted out? In the meantime…” says Chris right before another taxi shows up. “There we go! Let’s meet Tolkien.”
The taxi lets out a tall boy, though not quite as tall as the crashed double-skateboarder, with shaggy brown hair and a brightly-colored outfit. He’s wearing a green-and-black plaid backpack and carrying a large binder. 
“Hey, guys!” he says with a wave. “Anyone ever played Luncheons and Laggins?”
“The hell is that?” asks Layla.
“Hey, that’s what I was gonna say,” says Anderson, shuffling closer to Layla and clicking his tongue at her. “We got so much in common.”
“Unlike them, I know what it is, but I do not play it,” says Estrella.
“Huh,” says Tolkien, still smiling even though he clearly looks uncomfortable. “Tough crowd. Maybe some of you guys would wanna join a campaign sometime? I could teach you—”
“Certainly,” says Charles. “I have multitudinous experience with campaigns of every variety. Layla, have I ever informed you that your father worked on the reelection campaign of Richard Nixon?”
“Ew, gross!” says Layla. “Don’t tell me that crap, Charles! That guy was so creepy.”
Tolkien inches away from Layla and Charles and sits down on the bench next to Estrella. “That’s a cool book,” he says. “I like Lovecraft, although he’s a little creepy too… heh.”
“I enjoy his creepiness,” says Estrella. She puts a bookmark into her book, closes it, stands up, and walks far away from Tolkien.
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Tolkien is sitting in an unsurprisingly cramped airplane latrine. “Hey, first confessional of the season!” he says to the wall-mounted camera. “I hope they change it once we get to Tokyo… this isn’t great for my leg room. Haha. Uh, anyway, I hope this is fun. My cousin Kavren liked Total Drama a lot, plus he almost won. Not sure I have anything in common with anyone here, but there’s a lot more people coming, right? Maybe some of them will be cool? Maybe, uh, some of the girls?” His face turns bright red.
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Back with the growing group, Tolkien feels around in his pants pocket. “Oh no,” he says after a second. “It’s gone, isn’t it?”
“Hm?” asks Chef.
“My holofoil Black Lich card!” he shouts, visibly starting to sweat. “I brought it here for good luck, and—and I bought it on eBay for $75, and there’s only like fifty of them in the whole world and now mine is totally gone—god, I KNEW I should’ve kept it at home—”
Anderson digs through his own pocket, then pulls out something crumpled and torn. “Y’mean this?”
Tolkien lets out a tiny shriek and sprints over to Anderson. “YES! Where’d you find that?!”
“On the ground, like 30 seconds ago while that geezer was rambling. Must’ve stepped on it.”
“Holy carp, dude, you’re my hero!” Tolkien embraces Anderson in a sweaty hug. “Can I have it bac—”
Before Tolkien’s done talking, Anderson stuffs the card into his mouth, chews it up, and swallows it. He lets out a phlegmy cough, then says, “You just got PRANKED, bro!”
All the sweat and blood drain out of Tolkien’s face and he turns completely white, then weakly walks over to the bench and sits back down by Estrella, who has relocated back.
“Fine, you can sit, just don’t say anything,” mumbles Estrella.
During this commotion, a girl with poofy blonde hair and a purple striped blouse has walked up right next to Layla and Charles—her bags are identical to Layla’s, only the cheetah print is pink instead. 
“Your grandma is soooo cute,” she says to Layla. “And I love your top so much!”
“Yeah, everyone does,” Layla flips her hair vainly. “That’s why I wear it. You’d look ugly in it.”
“Aw, you’re funny!” 
Chris notices the recent arrival and exclaims, “Hey! You didn’t wait for your cue! Whatever—everyone, this is Isabel. Welcome to Total Drama Tokyo.”
“Oooh, I love Tokyo!” says Isabel. “I climbed the Eiffel Tower here when I was four!”
“Buddy, I hate to burst your bubble but we’re not in Tokyo yet,” says Chris, “we’re in beautiful Los Angeles, California.”
Isabel looks hopelessly confused. “Then why did you just talk about Tokyo?”
“Actually, um, why DID you drag us to LA beforehand?” complains Layla. “Charles flies me here on our private jet every Sunday. It’s so boring. The moron has a point.”
“Hey! I’m Baptist,” gasps Isabel in offense.
Chris takes out a stack of crumpled notecards and flips them around before continuing his announcements. “No comment on any of that. Some of you may recognize our next contestant—”
He’s interrupted by the abnormally tall boy, who’s gotten off his skateboards and finally made his way to the group. He’s scratching his head and has a black eye, but otherwise seems unscathed.
“What’s up, small boys?” he asks. “I’m Thomas. Sorry about all that.”
“Dear lad, are you okay?” asks Charles. “You could be in danger of a concussion! Here, I have a local and quite highly-ranked hospital on speed dial—” he opens up his pockets again to reveal an antique, Alexander Graham Bell-style telephone, and starts entering in a number. 
“Don’t worry, buddy! I’m fine,” says Thomas. “Extreme skatin’, am I right?” 
“Good. No lawsuits yet. So Thomas here is 6’7”, which makes him the tallest Total Drama contestant of all time,” brags Chris. “Anything you want to say about that crowning achievement, Thomas?”
Thomas thinks for a bit, scratching his chin, before saying, “I hit my head a lot.”
Over in the corner, Anderson crouches down, takes a frying pan out of the top paper bag, and begins wielding it. “Is that so?”
Thomas gasps mockingly as he runs over to Charles and clutches his shoulders from behind. “Hmmm, in that case I would wanna go to the hospital.”
Tolkien is still sitting on the bench next to the completely occupied Estrella, staring listlessly into the distance with his mouth hanging halfway open. 
“BOO!”
Someone grabs Tolkien’s shoulders and launches themselves up from below the bench. Tolkien screams and pounces backwards, right into Estrella’s lap. Estrella whacks him on the shoulder with her book and scoots over to the far end of the bench while the others get a good look at the new arrival: it’s a wild-eyed, rather curvy brunette wearing a crop-top, ripped jean shorts, and a thin black cardigan on top. 
“You almost scared the pee outta me!” says Tolkien breathlessly. 
“Calm your balls, big boy,” says the girl, flipping her hair. 
Chris has taken his cue cards back out and looks incensed. “FINE! I guess none of you care about the very specific order you were supposed to arrive in—”
“Nah, I really don’t,” says the girl, in a high-pitched, sporadic tone. “So what’s up, girlies? Did I miss anything juicy? I better not have—that taxi guy was going like 20 miles below the speed limit, I was real peeved but I’m soooo glad I’m here now—”
“So you’re…” Chris examines one card. “Rosalind?”
“Ew! Nobody calls me that, what do I look like, some 90-year-old bitch? Haha, it’s just Roz.”
“You don’t quite look like a slug monster either,” points out Thomas.
“Uhhh, boring, heard that one a million times but it’s still pretty funny and you’re pretty cute so I’m gonna let it slide,” says Roz, “though not quite as cute as you, little guy!” She plops down next to Tolkien. Estrella looks at who’s joined her on the bench, gets up, and walks away again. “Sorry I made ya pee!”
“No… you only almost made me pee,” says Tolkien. “Almost.”
“Guys! Guess what!” announces Roz, standing up and apparently moving on from Tolkien completely. “Actually, a couple different guess whats! First off, my cousins were on this show! Two of ‘em—Izzy and Sharissa, love those wenches, but I promise I’m waaaay cooler then them and I don’t have quite as extensive of a criminal record—oh, RIGHT, so I’ve been stalking my science teacher lately, anyone care for an update?”
Isabel, the one contestant who looks interested in Roz’s rambles, says, “Ooh! I love science! I also love your shirt, Spider-Man is so cool!”
“Thanks, babe! So you want an update? Okay, prepare yourself!” Roz speed-walks over to Isabel and starts whispering something quite lengthy at her. 
“Wait, this weirdo was related to Izzy? Which one was that?” asks Layla. “Charles, look up ‘izzy total drama’ on my uPad.”
Charles unzips one of Layla’s massive suitcases, pulls out a uPad, fiddles around with it for a second, then sighs. “My dear… I am unsure how to navigate this contraption.”
Layla sighs as well, but dramatically and right into Charles’ eardrum. “You forgot how to type again? Text-to-speech, dipwad.” She snatches the uPad away from Charles, presses a button, and the battery immediately dies. “UGH! This is on you too, sonny. Go find me an outlet and charge that bad boy up.”
Charles nods sheepishly, grabs the uPad, and scurries away.
“Well,” says Chris, “as I was saying before… all that… some of you may recognize our next contestant! Here he is!”
A limousine with flames painted on either side rolls up to the growing group, and out steps a hefty, dark-skinned young man wearing sunglasses and dressed in a red button-down shirt with the logo ‘CAVI.’ He shoots finger guns at the driver before climbing out.
“Oh my gosh, it’s the president!” says Isabel.
“No, it’s… uh…” says Chris, looking around at the other contestants. “Anyone care to help me out here?”
Thomas shrugs. “Never seen this guy in my life.”
“Get your cards out,” hisses Chef. 
Chris obliges and, after shuffling through the cards to find the right one, he finally pipes up. “It’s Shawn Havana! Known for such chart-topping hits as ‘Water Rushing,’ ‘Gorgeous Ladies,’ and… yeah, I got nothing else.”
“Happy to be here, y’all,” says Shawn. “All th’ way from Jamaica! And we’re goin’ to Tokyo? I was hoping to tour there someday.”
“Wait, you’re from Jamaica?” asks Tolkien. “Why is your name Shawn Havana?”
“Dunno. Had a good ring to it.”
“Dude, didn’t you die in that jet ski accident?” asks Estrella.
Shawn laughs, then winks at her. “No, no, no, Shawn Havana is alive and well. You know, I ruptured my spleen a little bit, but I’m on th’ mend—all thanks to God and my loyal fans.” He notices one specific contestant and perks up. “Speaking of which! Layla! What a joy it is to see you!”
“Um, who are you?” asks Layla. “Charles, do I—oh, he scurried away.”
“Yea!” says Shawn. “Your pops paid me very generously to put on a private concert in your backyard. Two songs in, you told me my music was ‘abhorrent,’ if I remember the word right, and threw crabapples at me. It was a beautiful experience.” He swoons and tosses a beefy arm around Layla’s shoulder.
Layla scowls and throws Shawn’s arm off of her. “Bleccch! I’d totally forgotten that until now.”
Anderson intercepts Layla as she tries to escape Shawn, and says, “Hey, you’re in luck. I think Havana’s music is abhorrent too. How’s about you and me—”
“Lemme make this clear,” says Layla to the male masses. “I’m not gonna date any of you. I’m not even gonna consider dating any of you. I need a man who’s self-sufficient, hunky, and loaded.”
Shawn meekly raises his hand. “But I’m…”
“Yeah, but you’re flabby. Get on Ozempic, then we’ll talk. My fourth cousin’s a doctor or something.”
“Everyone!” announces Chris. “Back by popular demand, it’s Ori!”
“Whoa, really?” asks Roz. “I loved that guy! He was so unhinged.”
“Wait, just kidding,” says Chris. “Someone named ‘Ari.’ Maybe I do need glasses, Chef…”
The next taxi brings in a freckled, brown-eyed brunette wearing a simple outfit of a graphic t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Her build suggests she’s an athlete of some sort, but she looks mostly confused and apprehensive at her surroundings. She’s quiet as she drags her simple pink suitcase to go stand right next to Chris and Chef.
Chef pokes her like one might poke a dead animal on the side of the road. “C’mon… go socialize.”
At Ari’s arrival, all the color comes flooding back onto Tolkien’s face. He bursts up from the bench and starts running up to her. Once he notices other contestants staring, however, he adjusts himself to a ‘cool,’ laid-back sort of strut.
“M-Mad Avians, huh?” he says, pointing to Ari’s shirt. “I love that game!”
Ari giggles slightly, avoiding eye contact with him. “Yeah…”
“Girl,” says Layla, also nearby. “I love your nose. Where’d you get it done?”
“Uh… I…” says Ari. 
She’s interrupted by a returning Charles, who’s holding Layla’s uPad with the charger still plugged in. “Miss Layla, I have done ample research. Izzy is a veteran contestant from the first three seasons of—”
“Ohmygod Charles you’re soooo late, come ON! That’s not even relevant anymore.”
“I, uh, didn’t get my nose done…” says Ari. “Sorry…”
“Pfft,” snorts Layla. “I was just kidding. You probably don’t get my sense of humor. I’m really funny, you know.”
Roz taps on Ari’s head and she jumps a tad. “Hey there, girlie, guess what,” says Roz. “I like you. I think you and I click!”
“Do I know you…?”
“You do now! I’m Roz. Tell me your life story and stuff—okay, maybe not right this second, we can do all that crap later but just get ready to spill the beans!”
“Uh-huh,” says Ari. “I see.”
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Ari is sitting in the same cramped airplane bathroom that Tolkien was, although she clearly fits in it a little easier. “So I joined this show because I wanted to make friends, but I already feel a little weird… I almost regret coming. Maybe I should’ve drank a little coffee before I got here…”
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Next up is Roz, who’s squatting in a sort of power stance instead of sitting down on the toilet seat. “Wooooow! I love these digs! Okay sooo that Ari bitch is adorable, I want her to be my best friend. I can tell she’s a little shy, but that’s gonna change real quick! I can also tell that Tolky dude likes her, haha, that’ll get real fun. Let’s do this.”
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Layla’s pants are down and she is actually using the bathroom. “These people suck,” she says, as an audible stream of fluid echoes behind her. She cracks the door open and yells, “CHARLES! Wipe my heinie.”
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“Okay, Charles, I’m tired,” says Layla. “I need a beauty nap. Get that air mattress out of my bag and inflate it, pronto.”
Charles once again kneels down to unzip her bags, takes out a giant, unwieldy, deflated sort of thing, pokes around it to find a valve, and starts huffing and puffing into it. After about six seconds, the air mattress is fully inflated—it’s pink, decorated with unicorns, and approximately the size of a regular king-size mattress. Layla yawns, takes out an eye mask from her back pocket, collapses onto the air mattress, and immediately starts snoring loudly.
Chris says, “Meet our next contestant: Wolfgang!”
“Wolfgang?” gasps Thomas. “Like… a gang of wolves. Sick.”
A guy stomps up to the growing cast, with no sign of a taxi or any other form of transportation. This is possibly the strangest character yet: his hair is wild and dark blue, while his eyes are heavy-lidded and adorned with thick and upturned eyebrows. He is wearing a mystifying outfit of a designer shirt, purple sweatpants, and completely bare feet. He grunts, sits down criss-cross-applesauce on the ground, and starts ripping up patches of grass.
“What’s wrong with this fella?” asks Shawn.
“I think he’s more of an introvert,” says Chris.
Estrella quietly approaches Wolfgang and joins him on the grass. “Why, hello,” she says. “You remind me of Edwin Shearfingers. I’m sure you’ve gotten that before.”
Wolfgang scoffs and breathes a giant cloud of smoke from his nostrils.
“Whew,” says Estrella, fanning the air with her hand. “Never mind, your breath is awful.”
Tolkien nudges Ari with his elbow, and says to her, “Heh. You think that guy’s like a vampire or something?”
“Haha… maybe,” says Ari quietly. 
“So Wolfgang’s clearly not giving us much…” says Chris. “Should’ve known. Let’s lighten things up a little bit. Presenting the lovely Casey!”
“Man, she’s 16,” mutters Chef.
“Figure of speech,” says Chris.
A tall redheaded girl steps out of the next taxi. She’s quite pretty and her clothes suggest she’s rich, maybe not quite as rich as Layla, but her posture is stiff and lopsided. Notably, she is wearing a fashionable green scarf. 
“Whoa, hey everyone,” she says, “I’m Chelsey. Okay… starting with the short guy. You may be a little popular, but your wimpiness ruins everything. Awkward kid with big ear—” She stops talking and slaps herself in the forehead, forcefully enough to leave a red mark. “SHIT! I ruined it. It’s all ruined. Nice going, Casey.” She walks back toward the taxi, which is just about to leave, and swings open the door. “Hey, can you stay here for a sec? Let me try that again.”
“So when she said short guy…” says Anderson.
Thomas pats Anderson on the back, although he swats Thomas’ hand away. “News flash, small boy, you’re the smallest boy here.”
“Anyone got anything to say to Casey here? Hello?” says Chris.
“Huh? I thought her name was Chelsey,” Isabel scrunches up her face.
“Dang it!” Casey shouts, standing in the now-empty road. “He’s gone. Listen, guys, can you pretend none of that happened? Trust me—I’m cool and popular and stuff.”
Wolfgang mutters something incomprehensible, grabs a pair of large headphones from his suitcase, and plugs them in. It isn’t long until German death metal starts blasting out of them, perfectly audible to even the farthest contestants. Looking very pleased, Wolfgang starts nodding his head.
“So you’re a Chelsey fan?” asks Shawn, heading over to Casey. “Can’t blame you, she’s a beautiful girl. I remember when—”
“Why are you talking to me?” asks Casey. “Are you popular?”
“Am I?” Shawn wonders. “Well, ‘Stupid Lust’ was #4 on the uTunes R&B chart last week…”
“I heard that song in a bowling alley!” says Isabel. “It’s so cute! The girl who sings it has such a pretty voice.”
“Whatevs,” says Casey. “I shouldn’t waste my time. You must have, like, three PP.”
“Heh-heh,” giggles Anderson. “PP.”
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“You think they’ve figured me out yet?” asks Casey, sitting by herself in the airplane bathroom and nervously moving her fingers up and down. “I don’t think so. My Chelsey impression is SPOT. ON. Plus, even if they realize Chelsey’s not a ginger, I’m like way hotter than her anyway so they won’t care.” She gasps, realizing the gravitas of what she has just said. “Oh no, I take it back! I’m so sorry, my Chelsey-queen! Nobody’s hotter than you!” She aggressively blows a kiss into the camera.
----
The twelfth contestant to arrive is a tall black guy wearing a casual outfit of a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He lurches out of the taxi but his voluminous Afro gets caught in the doorway as he exits, hitting him on the head. Not to be bothered, he dusts himself off, grabs his bag, and hops out.
“Sup?” he greets everyone. “The name’s Julian. That’s it, I suppose.”
He takes a pair of wooden drumsticks out of his pocket and joins Estrella on the bench, swiveling around and drumming on the back of the bench. 
“Wh—” she says in confusion. “You’re a drummer or something?”
“Nah, I just like carrying a pair of drumsticks in my pocket for no particular reason,” says Julian. “You seem cool. What’s your name?”
“Mmmf,” she groans, advancing her head toward her book and away from the new arrival.
“Mmmf. Weird name, but I’ve heard weirder,” he says. “Anyway.” He gets up from the bench and starts making his rounds. 
“Everyone’s obsessed with that bench, huh?” Chris observes, to which Chef nods.
Julian notices Shawn, walks over to him, and fist-bumps him. “Shawn Havana. How’s it going, brother?” 
“You know me?!” Shawn squeals. “Ahem. Hello, I’m doing just fine, thanks.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard your stuff,” says Julian. “Not necessarily my style, but my band did an indie-guitar-prog-rock cover of ‘Gorgeous Ladies’ couple months ago. Then my mom threw away the demo tape when I got an E on a math quiz.” He rolls his eyes. “Such is life, man.”
“Math is uber-lame,” says Roz. “Become a rock god instead.”
“That’s the plan, my friend, er…”
“Roz!”
“Roz. That is indeed the plan. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” he says, noticing the sound-asleep Layla on her blowup mattress before walking over and slumping onto it himself, “I’ve got some Zs to catch up on.”
The second he closes his eyes, Layla wakes up and slugs him in the arm. “Ew! Who’s this rando on my mattress? Get your own mattress!”
Julian ignores her and starts snoring. Layla rolls her eyes, gives Charles a death-glare, and he hands her a pair of earplugs.
----
“Some may call me an underachiever,” Julian explains in the airplane bathroom, “but I like to think I just have my priorities straight. My parents signed me up for this thing thinking it was a math camp, so here’s hoping I stay a while.”
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“Here’s the lovely Gail!” says Chris, presenting the 13th arrival: a blonde with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She’s wearing blue jeans and a green crop-top and seems slightly displeased.
“Hi,” she says curtly.
“Says here,” Chris motions to his notecards, “that you… love animals? Tell us more about that.”
“I do love animals,” says Gail. “A lot more than people, that’s for darn sure.”
“Great! You’ll fit in with the rest of these schmucks,” says Chris. “Now stand over there, we’re getting low on time.”
“Excuse me, you cut me off,” says Gail sternly. “I was just getting started. I love animals a lot more than people because my family is the worst. My mom is allergic to cats, my dad gets all these hives whenever he’s near a dog, and my six brothers like to burn ants with magnifying glasses in their spare time. I have six-and-a-half dogs and eleven cats. Well, they’re not mine, they’re neighborhood animals that I have more-or-less taken under my wing. There’s Bronson, he’s a big boy… sort of a great Dane mix, I think… then there’s Pookykins, my favorite, just the cutest little pittie ever… I think my neighbors disowned her because of something like ‘attempted mauling of a toddler…’ I don’t see the big deal if it was only attempted.”
“Wait, six-and-a-half?” asks Estrella.
Anderson, who is just tall enough to be making eye contact directly at Gail’s breasts, tells her, “So you like dogs, but how do you feel about… heh-heh, doggy-style?”
Gail chucks her suitcase at Anderson and it hits him squarely in the stomach, knocking him out cold. She takes back her suitcase once he’s on the ground moaning and dusts herself off like it was nothing. 
“First gruesome injury of the season!” says Chris. “What a milestone. Let’s keep on trucking. Introducing number 14: Horatio!”
Horatio is a short, slightly squat man who’s dressed to the nines in a full tuxedo, boutonniere, and shades. 
“You think that’s Jake or Elwood?” Tolkien whispers to Ari.
“Huh?”
“Oh man,” Tolkien blushes a little. “Haven’t you seen The Blues Brothers?”
“Is that a movie or something?” asks Ari. Tolkien stares at the ground.
Horatio asserts himself in the center of the group. “Listen up, everybody,” he says smoothly. “I know that times are tough, and sometimes life gets you down, so you just gotta try to… Keeping The Faith.” With that, he starts boogieing and snapping his fingers, singing in a voice like heavy cream, “Seems like I’ve been lost in ‘let’s remembuhhhh’...”
Julian, to accompany Horatio, takes out his drumsticks and starts drumming on his knees while he continues to sleep on the air mattress, while Thomas plays air guitar.
“Hey hey hey, we got some spirited musicians in the audience!” says Horatio. “Loving the enthusiasm, folks. Now, we’re gonna pick things up a bit with our next number.”
“Oooh,” says an unknown, slightly-accented voice. “You two look good! But wait… who’s the bottom?”
A short girl steps out from behind a bush and throws one arm around Thomas and one around Horatio. She’s sporting a clearly custom-made pink T-shirt depicting two familiar faces crudely kissing above the words ‘NoCo 4evr.’ 
“This is…” says Chris, trying to hold in giggles, “our next contestant, coming straight from Japan… Yuri!”
“Wait,” asks Gail. “You flew all the way from Japan to here, just so you could get right back on a plane and fly back to Japan?” Yuri nods. “Are you aware how many fossil fuels that would burn?”
“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, lady,” says Yuri. “Do you like girls?”
“I like female animals,” says Gail.
“Ewww!” shouts Yuri. “I don’t write THAT kinda stuff!!!”
“So,” says Chris, approaching Yuri, “Total Drama held this contest for one lucky Tokyo resident to appear on our season, and Yuri’s our lucky winner! Yuri, tell us more about why you love Total Drama so much.”
“Okay, I actually think Total Drama is pretty lame,” explains Yuri, “except for the boys!”
“See? I knew I wasn’t losing it!” Chris grins wide, directly into the camera.
“The boys, not the crusty old hosts!” says Yuri. “Although I know you and Chef like to rumble. Don’t try to hide it.”
Chef looks mortified. “Get her outta here, man.”
Yuri strolls around the premises, uncomfortably eyeing every single male contestant. “So I’m looking for some new material… how about YOU TWO?!” She points her left hand toward Julian and her right toward Shawn. 
“Should I feel racially profiled right now?” asks Julian. Shawn shrugs.
“You’re that Shawn Havana guy, I know that, and you… Afro guy… lemme guess your name, I’m gonna need it for the portmanteau… is it Eric?”
“No way am I telling you my name—”
“It’s Julian,” says a small voice. 
Yuri runs over to Estrella and gives her closed fist a high-five. “THERE WE GO!!!! Julian plus Shawn… Julawn! Eeeee!!!!”
“Julawn?” asks Tolkien, standing right in between Ari and Roz. “What, like my parents’ front yard?” Neither girl seems aware of what he’s trying to say. “Oh. Uh, I’m Jewish.”
Ari looks bewildered, while Roz starts cackling maniacally. 
“Hahaha, I’m not Jewish—I’m Armenian, like only a quarter from my dad’s side but still got a cool last name out of it, my mom is Scottish or some crap—but I can totally appreciate a stupid joke like that! I mean, yes, I can appreciate it, but buddy, that joke was really really stupid.”
“While Yuri works on… whatever she’s working on,” says Chris as he glances as Yuri, who has taken a pink laptop out of her suitcase and is typing aggressively while staring wide-eyed at Julian, Shawn, Thomas, and/or Horatio. “Let’s finish this up, eh? Three more contestants. Number 16 is Bennett.”
A lean boy in athletic gear, with fluffy blonde hair that’s completely covering his eyes, struts up to the group with his arms around two random, impressively attractive women. 
“How’s it gooooin’?” he asks the group. “It’s ya boy Bennett. Calm down, ladies.”
“I can’t calm down,” says one of the girls in his arms, the taller and darker one.
“I want you so bad, Benni,” says the other girl. 
“Hold your collective horses, ladies, we got plenty o’ time to get acquainted,” coos Bennett. “Any other fridas wanna join in? Got enough space for at least two more, mmmhmmmm…”
“Ew! None of those floozies deserve you,” says the second girl. 
Anderson approaches Bennett. “Hey man, nice shirt,” he says, trying to hold in his laughter as he points to the specific number on Bennett’s jersey. “Wanna share the wealth a little bit?”
“No! What are you, 12?!” snaps the taller girl as she curls up into Bennett’s shoulders even more. “Back off!”
“Whatever,” says Anderson. “You’re just a coupla slores.”
“So wait…” says Isabel, attempting to figure out the new arrival. “Which one is Bennett? Is Bennett three people?”
“I’m Bennett,” says… well, Bennett, “and these are…” he looks at the girls on either side of him and then whispers into both of their ears, “Wait, remind me of your names again?”
Both girls’ mouths shoot open and they immediately sprint away, leaving Bennett in the dust.
“Whatevs,” says Bennett. “Plenty more where that came from.” 
Right then, a middle-aged woman carrying a suitcase walks by the group in order to get to the bus stop. Bennett glances at her, flashes her a grin so shiny it has the effect of a solar flare, and she drops the suitcase to run into his arms. 
“Two more!” says Chris. “We’re making awesome time! Everyone, meet the one and only Puck.”
A taxi, notably blue unlike the previous yellow checkered ones, drops off the penultimate contestant: a squat boy in a blue hockey helmet, which clashes with his otherwise-casual selection of purple jeans, yellow sneakers, and a black graphic tee with “BB” in white. 
“Hey hey! What’s chillin’?” he asks the crowd. “I’m Puck, just an average guy tryin’ to make my way through the world.” He approaches Isabel, Casey, and Gail. “‘Ice’ to meet you! Bwahahahaha!” Nobody else laughs.
“Ugly helmet,” says Casey. “Probably unpopular too. What’s underneath?”
“You don’t need to know that just yet, my chilly friend!” says Puck. 
“What kind of name is Puck, anyway?” asks Anderson. “It sounds like fu—”
“Hey, b-b-buddy, ‘cool’ your jets!” laughs Puck. “I’m a man of mystery, y’know?”
Gail inches toward Puck and starts stroking his helmet, to which Puck’s face contorts into a salacious grin. 
“You resemble a penguin,” she says. “I love penguins.”
“That’s ‘cuz I’m half-penguin,” says Puck. “What a coinkydink!” Abruptly, he notices a certain other contestant in the distance. “Hey, who’s that guy chillin’ over there? He looks lonely.”
He skips over to Wolfgang, who’s still listening to his German death metal and has all but dissolved into a nearby patch of grasses. 
“Howzitgoin’?”
Wolfgang removes one headphone and silently glares at Puck.
“Aw man, parlez-vous, uh, ingles?”
Wolfgang shakes his head and flicks Puck on the shoulder. 
“Hahaha, you’re just a shy guy,” says Puck. “You and I, man, we’re gonna be buds, I can already tell. I’ll loosen ya up in no time!” 
Fire burns in Wolfgang’s eyes as Puck goes in for the inevitable bear-hug.
----
Puck says, in the airplane bathroom, “I knew I’d make a friend here! That Wolfie guy and I are hittin’ it off real good. He’s a big tall guy, kinda scary but probably misunderstood, and I’m a top-notch teen with oodles of panache. We’re like that one show about th’ stepbrothers!”
----
Wolfgang barfs into the airplane toilet.
----
“Last but hopefully not least,” says Chris as the final taxi arrives, “is Flora.”
An impressively average girl steps out of the taxi.
“Hello,” she waves to the group. “My name is Flora.”
“Okay, so like when are we gonna get to Tokyo?” Layla complains loudly. “I’m sick of all this waiting. Charles, call the private jet.”
“My dear, Christopher has informed me that everyone will be traveling together on Total Drama’s chartered transportation,” says Charles.
“That’s right!” announces Chris. “Now that everyone’s here, the voyage begins!” He motions to the runway behind the cast, where sure enough, the Total Drama Jumbo Jet of World Tour fame is parked in a seemingly haphazard spot in the middle of everything. “Follow me and Chef to the runway, don’t get squashed by a plane or anything, and away we go!”
He and Chef start walking and the majority of the contestants follow suit. 
“Um, are you kidding me?” asks Layla to Charles, who’s walking rather briskly. “Where’s the jet? I was gonna catch up on the new season of Katching Up With the Khachiyans, and I doubt that piece of junk has TVs.”
“Why not use this opportunity for a bit of slumber?” suggests Charles.
“Whatever,” says Layla. “Go find my sleeping pills.” She throws one of her suitcases toward him, which he narrowly dodges.
Roz and Ari are walking together toward the front of the line, with Tolkien right behind them and trying to catch up to Roz’s prowling speed. 
“Hey, uh,” he says to Ari specifically. “Wanna sit together on the plane?”
“She’s sitting with me, Tolky!” says Roz. “But you can join us!”
“Yeah…” says Ari. “It should be fun.”
“Oh,” says Tolkien, looking rather disappointed. “No problem, heh. I’ll go sit with—”
Tolkien looks at Anderson, who’s creeping up behind Julian with a spider in his hand, aiming right for his Afro. 
“Yeah, sitting with you guys should be awesome.”
Horatio has, at some recent point, started singing a new number right by Julian, Thomas, and Shawn. 
“Said goodbye to me tonight…” he sings. “There would still be music left to write…”
“Dude, Billy Joel’s ‘80s doo-wop phase sucks,” whispers Julian to Thomas, “but I’m not gonna say anything. Let him have his fun.”
“That’s my outlook here, man,” says Thomas. “Let’s just all have our fun.”
“Well, maybe except for…” Shawn begins.
Yuri materializes behind the boys and shrieks, “I’m gonna need some backstory! Julian. What’s your social security number? Thomas, I’m including you whether you like it or not, so how tall are you down to the exact centimeter? And how long is your—”
As the group continues their journey to the plane, Chris’s disembodied voice pops up to announce, “There we have it! 18 new contestants, and one septuagenarian butler, on their way to Tokyo for all sorts of wacky adventures. Will we survive the flight over? What will happen when it’s time for teams? And who will be… dun-dun-DUUUN… eliminated first?! Tune in for the answers to all these burning questions and more, next time on Total… Drama… Tokyo!”
==Elimination Table==
#	Contestant
 	Anderson
 	Ari
 	Bennett
 	Casey
 	Estrella
 	Flora
 	Gail
 	Horatio
 	Isabel
 	Julian
 	Layla
 	Puck
 	Roz
 	Shawn
 	Thomas
 	Tolkien
 	Wolfgang
 	Yuri
==Author's Notes==
*Much like the failed Total Drama REVamped, this idea was brought on purely by boredom. I figured even in the likely event I didn't finish this story, it would still be a fun activity for as long as it lasted.
**Plus, Tokyo struck me as having the most potential of my first four stories, and once I came up with a few potential plots I was ready to write.
*This version of Tokyo is technically 'non-canon' (some may say Legends), but I'm writing it so Total Drama: Superstar Showdown still makes as much sense as possible - i.e. the elimination order won't be drastically different but there will be tweaks here and there. 
*I scrapped four characters for this version of the story: Delia, Kai, Neal, and Vivienne. None of the four fit into my modern vision of the story; Delia was overly dark and a bit too similar to Estrella, Kai was an exceedingly boring character, and Neal and Vivienne's references were jarringly out-of-place in a Total Drama fic.