Tatiana had already been awake, but she was upstairs this time instead of going downstairs. As far as she was concerned, this was probably as good as it was going to get. There were no insane personalities that she could work with so she was convinced she'd have to try to get things going on her own. She missed her phone and social media. At least then she would be able to be entertained. "Oh my god, will literally stab a bitch if we don't get something to do soon."

Jayne picks up a pillow from the couch and chucks it into the sink.the sense of boredom was spreading through the house and chaos could break at anytime. Jayne sort of wanted to be spark that set if off. " Attica Attica Attica!" she squeals.

Not one to be defeated easily, the bold Scratch realises the folly in his plan. As elusive a piece poultry as this was wasn't about to wander out into the open when it could see him there. It must be a clever one. Chickens, after all, can operate sans head, so with the cranium intact, Lord only knows how clever the bugger would be. Devising a new plan, he dashes for a nearby bush and stands behind it, making sure he had a good vantage point. When he Was sure he could see the whole garden, he clears his throat and makes a few brief clucking noises, hoping to lure the beast into the open. He was unsure, but he may have sounded like a female chicken...so he hoped the chicken in question was a lesbian..otherwise his plan to attract it with chicken noises may just fall flat.

Chris walk outside and saw a chicken, in the backyard it's been two days since they got that pot roast so maybe this is another thing they could eat, so he walk over slowly to it only to find more chicken sounds coming from a bush. Well not really chicken sounds, more like strange weird clucks. He thought back to Dragon Ball Z abridged and thought about space duck, or this would be a space chicken? he never had space chicken before and quietly creep up on the noise and jumped out, but it wasn't a space chicken or space anything it was a earth Scratch he found on the other side of the bush.

Mercedes walks into the living room area in her pyjamas. She stands behind the couch and slouches over it, looking rather irked and tired. "Why haven't we heard anything from Big Brother? Are they even here?!" she says to nobody in particular. She turns to see a lot of people out in the garden and decides to head outside and join them.

ooc: Finally able to join in this week!

Mercedes waves back at Tessa and smiles warmly at her "Hey, Tessa. I'm Mercedes. Don't think we've really spoke before." She walks further into the garden and looks around. "So...what's going on out here then?"

Concentration is a beautiful thing and a curse all in one. Scratch had been behind the bush for some time, and had it not been for the fact that he was concentrating like all hell, he might well have seen Chris jump out and have endured the flight of his life. However, he may also have seen what else was going on behind the bush. As he's stood there scanning the garden, unaware now that everyone was watching his every move, he fails to see a little movement behind him, directly behind him in fact. What he does register is the slight tap on his shoulder, subtle but enough to be felt. He shrugs at first, still intent on watching for the chicken , but then he feels it again, annoying and distracting. "Shhhh, fam," he whispers, but still the tapping on his shoulder continues. Now rather irked by the person trying to ruin his hunt, he looks around only to find that it wasn't a person, nor was it a tapping on his shoulder. One look at the frankly massive spider that had crawled from the wall onto his tshirt, staring at him intently with every last one of its beady eyes, was almost enough to end Scratch, an arachnophobic, right there and then, but he managed to maintain his grip on life. His cool? Well that was another matter. If the people of the CBB house had previously been enjoying rather a quiet show, what happened next was about the shatter the peace.

"FUUUUUUUCK," comes the bellow from the shrubbery, followed milliseconds later by a rapper, careering through the bush, sending branches and leaves everywhere like a cloud of smoke. It was fight or flight alright, and Scratch's mind was booked on first class out of there. He darts across the garden as if he had just been ejected from a cannon, and before he knows what's happening, he's in the air, headed straight for the pool. He must have been a good twenty feet from it when he jumped, but a spider assisted leap that would shatter the long jump world record takes him, panicking and flailing in mid air, straight into the water in spectacular fashion, sending a tidal wave of water across the garden. When he surfaces a few seconds later, a shellshocked looking Scratch is breathing heavily. "Jesus christ...tried to fucking kill me," he gasps.

Tessa was looking at the two other people out in the garden - Mercedes and Chris - when Scratch was suddenly attacked by his eight-legged assailant. His screams made her jump, causing her to look back over in his direction just before he jumped into the pool, sending a wave of water splashing right over her because of his close proximity to the water. "Oh shit..." she says with a laugh, throwing her soaking wet, ruined cigarette into the garden. The pack she had in her hand was probably ruined, too, but knowing her, she'd try to save at least a few of them later. "Are you... okay?" she asks Scratch, giggling.

"Thank you very much. I like your name too. A lot of people in here have rather unusual names. No way of mixing people up." Mercedes chuckles and runs a hand through her hair. She couldn't exactly blame Tessa for not interacting with many people as she's been guilty of doing the same thing. "I've been feeling a bit sick lately so I've spent most of the time in the bedroom. No idea if more than four people know my name in here." She laughs and looks over at Scratch as he comes out of the bushes and leaps into the pool. "Oh my...maybe we should all jump in?" When Tessa offers a cigarette she smiles but shakes her head. "No thanks. I'm supposed to be cutting down. Although I say that and five minutes later I'm puffing away."

"Oh, man. I hope you're feeling better now," Tessa says back as she tries to wring the water out of her shirt. It didn't do much to make her feel less uncomfortable in wet clothes, but the placebo effect of being in "slightly less damp" clothing did a little bit for her. She tosses the rest of her pack out into the garden as to not getting it anymore wet than it already is before shrugging and jumping into the pool as well, like Mercedes suggested. She comes up out of the water next to Scratch, rubbing her eyes to get the water out. "Yeah, I mean, when the spirit takes you, you gotta jump in, right?" she jokes.