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[indent][indent]Hoots and hollers filled the backyard as the blue team celebrated their first victory. Elias hugged each of his teammates as they approached him, all of them completely disregarding the fact that they were covered in sticky, mysterious goop of unknown composition from their physical challenge just moments ago. For all intents and purposes, Eli was sitting pretty. He single handedly won his team that competition, enduring countless fan blasts, showers of water, and globs of sticky gack long enough to pick the winning apple of safety from the serpent’s mouth. The members of the blue team were safe from eviction this week, and they had Elias to thank for that.

Eli knew better than to rely on one single win to keep himself safe in this house, though. He had no doubt that he would be a comp beast in this game, as he was both athletic and intelligent — but that wasn’t everything in this house. This was Big Brother, and early game comp beasts could easily become targets, and targets get sent home. This one million dollar competition was one of physical strength, emotional endurance, wit, and social game, and none of these pillars are less important than the others. Eli wouldn’t brag about his win, he would be humble. Instead, he would interact with the other houseguests on a personal level to build friendships and feel out any potential alliances that might form. It was time for Eli to start playing the social game now, and play it well.

What better way to foster positive social networking than through the world’s most universal love language? Food! After tossing his soiled competition gear in the dirty laundry bin, Elias grabbed a quick shower to clean the slime from his short-cropped hair. Now smelling fresh and clean, he perused the available ingredients in the storage room before heading towards the kitchen with an armful of them. Setting them all on the counter, he fired up the stove top and began heating a skillet with butter in it. [color=43696A][b]“Who wants some QUESADILLAS???”[/b][/color] he called out to his fellow houseguests, inviting the red team and blue team alike. He had a feeling this whole ‘team’ thing would be short-lived, it wasn’t Big Brother tradition to have set teams. Then again, the tagline of the show [i]is[/i] ‘Expect the unexpected’, so he couldn’t be entirely positive in that.[/indent][/indent]