The roster taking shape

"Are you serious about this? It's Mifsud's event!" Baldie protested.

"You should be glad we aren't telling you to go full baldie and shave your brows and lashes," Bora scowled.

"I don't care about you. In fact, I think if we are to make sacrifices the-"

But glares from Lindiwe and Marie-Odile prevented Baldie from uttering another word. 

"Baldie, no need to be so combative. We're all teammates. We're all human," Bernadetta smiled as she stroked Baldie's head.

"Bernie... Must you do this? I don't want you to be balder than me."

"It's my choice, and you respect your spouse's choices, yes?"

"We... We aren't officially married... yet..."

"We will be soon, so be a nice girl and get along. I don't like my wife being racist, you know."

Baldie scowled and sighed, but made no major effort to try and act friendlier towards Lindiwe and Marie-Odile. At the least, she didn't say anything back to them.

"Leaving us with her... Guess we'll go out and do our own thing. Good luck, Bernie, you're one of the good ones," Marie-Odile waved.

"ONLY I CAN CALL HER THAT!" Baldie fumed.

"Baldie... It's my common nickname. Others can call me that. Understand?"

"Y- Yes... ma'am..."

...

Alya trembled as she stared at the notice for the 6B tournament. "Anstasia... She'd definitely participate... I want to too... I want to see her and try and work things out," she thought.

The only problem was that none of the other Russian women were willing to join her.

"Please, is there anything I can do to convince you?"

"It's a women-only event, meaning the oni-tiger can't participate," Svetlana growled.

"Buzz my hair and I'll buzz your arm off with my chainsaw," Katryana glared.

"Equal sentiment. Force me to baldness and I'll force you to an icy grave," Galina snarled.

"What about you, Olga?"

"No. My professor's always trying to get me to go bald. I wouldn't shave my head even if you forced me to."

"But if you're being forced to, you can't refuse," Galina smirked.

"Go shove your face back into your popcorn. Discussion's over."

"Not quite. We can vote to send a member if we agree to participate."

"Which we're-"

"But I just sent a notice of participation."

All eyes homed in on Galina.

"Relax, my vote is for Olga as she would be the optimal choice for reducing internal bloodshed."

"Saved your ass last minute. Olga," Katryana growled.

"I will vote for you, Galina," Svetlana glared.

"... Olga. I'm sorry, but I really want to do this," Alya trembled.

And with that decided, Olga stormed out in a huff en route to the salon with Alya close behind. "Damn it! Mona and Abby better be getting dragged into this too. I don't want to be the only other one that's bald with Maria," Olga angrily thought.

...

Zylija proudly huffed as she stood before her teammates.

"Are you seriously going to shave your head for this? You're the nation's president," Zhazira groaned.

"And? Is any other female head of state doing this? Not that I'm aware of, meaning I'll be the first."

"And it also means one of us now has to join you."

"Allura volunteers-"

"No. I will not allow you to get away with shaving your head. You've got too many acting gigs lined up to just shave it all away."

Allura stuck out her tongue and grabbed Zylija's wrist, running out with her before Zhazira could process everything. When she finally did, Alina grabbed her by the waist, preventing her from giving chase.

"Another favor to owe me. I'm liking this role," Alina thought.

...

Ironically enough, Zylija was not the only female head of state planning to go bald as Kosovo's Teuta Kaja was also planning to do just that.

"You all should join us. Nothing's more patriotic than shaving your head and inking it for Kosovo!" Albulena madly grinned.

"No, we're good," Luljeta and Shpresa glared in unison.

Albulena scowled, but at the beck and call of Teuta, she let the matter go as she headed out with her.

...

Inkeri smirked as she pulled down her hood and ran her hand through her short purple hair. "So, how hot y'all think I'd look bald n' browless?"

"Zero attraction, in other words perfect for a slut like you," Aglaé scoffed.

"The rules say there must be a pair. Aglaé, we could vote to have you join her if you keep up that attitude," Pengi sternly warned.

"Bipasha wants to do it too, for science," Bipasha blushed.

"Yes, "science" of what, bald fetishism!? Damn cold makes us crazy."

"But we're not in The Ice, we're in Hungary," Solveig frowned.

"Then the change in climate's heightening our insanity!"

"Whatever. Me n' Bipasha be baldin' so bye," Inkeri waved as she dragged Bipasha out the door with her.

...

"Aye, you're asking an old woman like me to go bald?" Marta happily sighed.

"Who else is there, hag? You said Esperanza and Vovo shouldn't participate, I'm not shaving my head, so that just leaves you and Paulina," Sophia glared.

Marta sighed, but ultimately agreed to the proposal. Secretly, this was exactly what she had hoped for.

"Now I can influence things a bit more directly. I do hope the other teams send forth some premium meat," she maliciously thought.

...

In the Bulgarian team's room, Radina was all smiles as she stared at the rules for the 6B tournament. "I'm shaving my head bald today, ladies. Better call Venera over, cuz I want her to be there every second of it."

"So we get the razor out now?" Donka snarled.

"No, but what we will do is plan to be one of the last groups in. That way, we'll hopefully have more time to shoot footage for a music video."

"Huh?"

"I'm shaving my head bald, and so will one of you, so might as well make the most of the situation."

"There something you're not telling us?"

Radina giggled and pressed her finger to her lips. "Just that there might be others wanting to collab, or perhaps it's us doing the collabing."

Donka scowled and gritted her teeth.

"Do you want to get rid of her? That's doable here," the voice of the woman she had met last night echoed in head.

"I've always hated how you've co-opted what was originally my passion project. I'm the elite here, you're just some renegade slut that commandeered my band. Any chance I can take to get rid of you, I'll take it," she thought as she turned to Elitsa.

...

In the Romanian team's room, Mălina and Viorica trembled in fury as the team vote concluded.

"Bullshit! Why do we have to go bald!?" Mălina fumed.

"Because that's how the vote went. Now get your asses to the salon, unless you want me to drag you both there myself," Sabina glared.

Ultimately, it did come down to Sabina doing just that as the two put up quite the fight to resist going.

...

Slađana began sweating as all eyes turned towards her. "Like, just because I'm practically bald, doesn't like, mean you can just force me to go freako bald."

"Voting's applicable according to the written rules," Salvica glared.

"Then we should vote for you to join her. I believe you shaved your head back in your youth," Gorana glared.

"I'm still in my youth! And I wasn't bald, I has a Chelsea, a Chelsea! And just because of that doesn't mean you can just force me, Serbia's first lady, back to the halls of bald."

"You'll match your radical husband tit for tat."

"Gorana, you've been an awful pain in everyone's sides for too long. I say you shave your head for this!"

Gorana let out a heavy sigh and ruffled her hair, yet agreed to volunteer.

"Why so dour? You're shaving your head for Serbia. What greater honor is there?" Nikolina scoffed.

"Then why aren't you volunteering?"

"I was just about to. Now, we gather at the salon, right?" Nikolina glared as she began to head out.

Gorana sighed and confirmed the fact, straggling behind Nikolina as the two headed for the salon.

...

In team Belgium's room, Kaylee let out a heavy sigh. "You don't need to do this. Really, it would just be better if you sat this out."

"Drahomíra never had hair anyway, so it's no biggie," Drahomíra smiled.

"That's not the point. She's thenking we can't win the whole thing," Petronella scowled.

"Top 8 at the bare minimum. If you're really that serious, I'll allow it, but know that on my end, I'll be doing everything I can to get you into that top 8," Kaylee frowned as she headed out.

...

Fjolla scowled as she stared at the notice for the 6B tournament.

"Don't wanna go bald again?" Venera asked.

"No. Especially not after what that bitch did to me. I take it you'll be participating though?"

"I'm bald now, so might as well. Is Blerta down for doing it with me?"

"Oi, oi, not gonna ask me?" Yekta smirked.

"You're volunteering?"

"Yeah, I wanna get an inside look at all this?"

"At the cost of your hair?"

Yekta smirked and took off her hat before brushing her short white hair with her hand. "Shit's dyed anyway. Bald would actually benefit me more, and I can just draw on eyebrows."

"So you're serious. I'll approve it," Fjolla sighed.

...

"So who's gonna join me in this?" Uxue asked.

Iqra, Iphigenia, and Onóra all looked at each other before all pointing towards Urraca.

"Of course it comes to this. I hope the texts will permit me this dishonor," Urraca groaned.

...

Maila trembled as all eyes turned to her.

"Don't even bother. Õnne's doing this dumb shit, and with you being the s-called savior, it's your job to do your part," Valve snarled.

"You're just upset she's been in a slump lately. But the world is cutthroat. Sorry Maila, but it's bald for you," Virve sighed.

...

"You're seriously gonna have me shave my head!?" Heidi gasped.

"Why not?" Grete grumbled.

"Because I'm the poster girl, that's why!"

"All the more reason to do this for the publicity," Marianne snickered.

"You're just upset your basketball scholarship in Hokkaido got canceled thanks to Maestro Himitsu."

The remark was all it took to get Marianne to loose herself to rage and agree to partake in the 6B tournament, all for another chance at beating Daria.

...

Miku pouted as Mirjana dragged her with her to the salon.

"Don't give me that! I'm just as upset as you," Mirjana fumed.

"But you're the one that nominated me. Reap what you sow," Miku retorted.

Mirjana gritted her teeth as she thought back to just moments ago when she nominated Miku with the intent of having Ilyana join her. It backfired with everyone uniting to vote against her, resulting in her being forced to go bald with Miku.

"'Being bald will make it easier for you to groom yourself' was your top argument. But I like my hair. Now that I'm stuck going bald, you'd better take responsibility and shave your head in repentance."

All Mirjana could do in this scenario was let out a frustrated groan.