Night One
The seventeen people temporarily calling Rip Riley's island home got along amiably enough, temporarily putting old grudges aside as they enjoyed a little Kenny Loggins and alcohol.
It wasn't until the first of them started slumping to the ground unconscious that they realised something was wrong.
"The sand is lava!" Cheryl screamed as she threw herself into the ocean.
"Have we been drugged, Barry?" one of them asked.
"Yes we have, Barry," he answered.
"Krieger!" Malory Archer squawked at her senior scientist, "Did you do this?"
Hurriedly popping a pill into his own mouth, Krieger shook his head.
"Uh... no? I've been drugged too!"
He fell to the ground unconscious, and was soon joined by almost everybody else on the island.
Malory, with nothing much to do, raided the liquor cabinet and made herself a screwdriver.
"Amateurs," she muttered as she stretched out on a deck chair, "I'm surrounded by amateurs".
Sterling, for his part, had managed to drink so much that the mystery drug had no impact on him at all. He spotted a likely looking orifice and went in.
Just the tip.
It is now day. With seventeen remaining, it is nine to lynch.
