oh man, I feel like I left so much out in the application but I didn't! Haha, except if you have any ideas for challenges let me know!

Thank you for everyone who submitted an application via PM and/or review, I don't want to reveal who got in yet until I receive a full cast! I want it to be a surprise!
Which, by the way, I'm totally still accepting contestants, so keep sending them in!


Sitting in an expensive trailer on the outskirts of where the campgrounds were, Chris was reading application after application. At a small table, he would quickly scan through the applications he deemed boring and throw them in a close-by recycling bin. Not surprisingly, most of them ended up sprawled on the floor. There was a tiny pile on the other side of the table that Chris would consider somewhat acceptable contestants. After going through about a third of the applications sent so far-which was about three large stacks of files, Chris sat back in his chair.

"Geez." He mumbled to himself. "Who knew so many people would call themselves better versions of Zoey and Gwen." He became silent, before smiling. "Calls for a drink!" He pulled out his walkie talkie. "Chef, over."

There was no response.

"I said, Chef! Over." Chris' voice steadily grew louder, nearly screaming into the small device.

"What!?" Crackled an annoyed voice identified as Chef's.

"Excuse me?"

"Boy, what do you want?!" There was a small pause. "Over."

Chris smiled proudly. "That's more like it. Can you bring me a martini, please? Over."

"Ugh. No, we don't have any alcohol on the island right now. Over."

"What!" Chris stood up, slamming on hand on his table. This led to more unread applications to be sprawled on the floor. "What do you mean we don't have any alcohol yet! This is an outrage!"

"I would say I'm sorry but, I'm really not. I'm gonna go back to what I was doing. Go find someone else to make you a drink! Over and out!" Chef's voice faded out, leaving Chris alone with his thoughts.

Groaning, Chris kept his walkie talkie on but changed the frequencies. "Chris here, over."

"Yes, Mr. McLean?" Came the voice of the intern from earlier.

"I thought I told you not to call me that, I'm not my dad." Chris rolled his eyes. "And I also told you to always respond with 'over' Patricia, it's in the intern handbook. Over."

"Uh," Patricia groaned,"sorry Chris, it won't happen again. My name isn't Patricia either, it's Penny. P-E-N-N-Y. This is like the third time you've done that. Finally, you didn't give us a handbook. Over."

"Whatever. Just bring me some water Polly. Over."

Ignoring the incorrect name, Penny responded,"Can't you just ask the other intern. There are two of us after-all. Over."

"No, I'm asking you, I'm paying you, so bring me my water." Chris retorted. He crossed his arms, and kicked the papers on the floor around. "And when you get here, pick up all these reject files too. Over."

Penny didn't respond, so Chris pouted like a child and sat back down. After a few moments, she walked in the trailer with a water bottle sitting on a silver platter. Her shirt was similar to Chris', but instead it was red. Penny also had on similar shorts as Chris, but she had them high-waisted shorts. With a bored expression, she took the water bottle off the platter and sat it on the table next to the story.

"Wow, this place is a mess." She commented stepping on applications and looking around.

Chris chuckled. "Well, didn't you hear my last message? You get to clean up this mess!" He full out laughed this time. "Have fun!"

After shooting a quick glare, the intern dropped to her knees and started picking up the files and putting them on the platter. While she was on the ground, Chris put his feet up on her back. Penny shot him a quick glare (which he promptly ignored).

"Life is good." Chris took a sip of his water before beginning to read another potential contestant's file.


haha ok, yeah! so keep sending applications in everyone! please please please!