AU Island

by Clown Princess Phoebe

In a universe where Blaineley was made the host of Total Drama instead of Chris, she brings 24 campers to Camp Wawanakwa to compete in a contest for one hundred thousand dollars! A psychic, a wacky scientist, a guy that really loves his crabs- there's a lot of crazy people in this cast! Who will win it all? Find out on Total Drama Island!

1. Not-So Happy Campers Pt1

It was the middle of summer, the sun shining beams down upon the land of a dinky, little island not too far from mainland Ontario. The island…well, yes, it was incredibly insignificant. When people thought about islands, they would maybe think beautiful beach sands, tropical fruits, and wacky wildlife. Well, this place…it had its own take on those sorts of things. There was a single dock at the end of the island, a dock that looked like it was well past its expiration date with its creaky boards. There was a small amount of beach, but it seemed to have trash collecting in its sand that was washing up from the lake. Further inland, there was a dense wooded area, but the main attraction seemed to be the beat down summer camp that sat front and center on the island's land.

"Are the camera's rolling yet? If I start talking and they aren't rolling, I'm going to– oh, hey there!" A woman had been walking along the dock, tapping away on her phone while hardly paying attention to the fact that the cameras were indeed rolling. Once she had taken notice of them, she smiled a huge, fake smile, tucking her phone away into the black, crop jacket that she was wearing. She had proper summer attire for the most part, with a blue tee shirt that had quite the neck dip, showing off a…bountiful amount of cleavage. Her pants were black capris, and she was wearing blue pumps.

"Yes, viewing world, it's me, as I'm sure you all know: Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran!" Blaineley took a little bow, with whoever was behind the camera tossing some confetti up into the air for her. Of course, the blue-eyed woman with lightly tanned skin and long, blonde hair didn't get any applause, as nobody was actually there. She cleared her throat awkwardly before clapping her hands together and bringing back that false smile of hers. "You may wonder what someone like me is doing on an island like this, and to that, I say…hosting the brand new reality game show that's going to shake the world! Total. Drama. ISLAND!" As she said the show's name, more confetti was thrown, seeming to irritate her a bit.

"Enough with the confetti, Anne!" Blaineley took a deep breath after she briefly snapped, stepping slightly to the side to gesture to a sign that was right behind her. "This place here is Camp Wawanakwa, a pathetic summer camp somewhere off the coast of Muskoka, Ontario! We're just about to meet our twenty-four campers in a few minutes! They're all under the impression that this place is supposed to be some type of resort, so they don't know that they'll be duking it out over the next eight weeks! They'll have to deal with each other, the wildlife, and our camp's finest…'cuisine.'" She reached behind her back, grabbing a silver platter that had an entire seagull that was deep fried on a bed of lettuce. Before the creature could suddenly start moving, she chucked the platter into the ocean, dusting her hands off.

"We're gonna split our campers up into teams, and every few days, our teams will have to compete in exciting challenges!" Blaineley gestured over to a small area that had been set to the side of the main campgrounds, that being a bonfire pit with a good deal of logs and barrels scattered around it. There was also a podium right there, likely for Blaineley herself to stand at. "If a team loses a challenge, it will be off to the dramatic bonfire ceremony, where they'll have to vote to eliminate one of their players! This goes on until there is just one camper left, and that lucky camper will win a small fortune of one hundred thousand dollars! Who cares about the prize, though? It's all about the drama in the middle that leads to the end!" She held a briefcase full of money out for all to see, but quickly hid it away as she walked back to the end of the dock.

"Brief introductions aside, we're about to be meeting the first camper in just a minute here! I know, I know, we all wish the show was all just me, but we've gotta let the rabble have some spotlight now and then." Blaineley sighed as a small motorboat started to speed towards the dock, carrying a passenger in tow. The woman in question was pretty short from the looks of things, but some people might say that she was "stacked." She had dark, chocolate-toned skin, curvy hips, and a fairly large-sized bust. Her eyes were a blueish-gray color, the perfect color to spell out misery, which is exactly what she looked like she embodied. Her hair was fixed into cornrows, being mostly a dark, black color, though a few of the rows were highlighted with magenta. When her boat docked, she was slow to step off of it, and it didn't seem like she had any suitcase with her…just a small duffel bag. "Hope! You look perfect for this kind of place!"

"That would mean that I would be perfect for something…and, like my parents always say, I'm good for…nothing…" Hope sighed softly, slouching her shoulders as she stood in front of Blaineley. She was wearing a pink, crop, tank top, black, skinny jeans, and sneakers that were a mix of pink and white. From each of her ear lobes, she had a large, golden, hoop earring that was dangling. She looked over at the camp, sighing again as the bags under her eyes made themselves more prevalent. "...I thought we were going to be at a resort…I should've known that kind of place was too good for someone like me…"

"Alright, Miss Rainy Day, you can just go stand at the end of the dock, where you hopefully won't bring anyone else's spirits down!" Blaineley waved her hand to gesture to the end of the dock, which Hope slowly, but surely, trudged on over to. This made room for another speedboat to deposit the next camper, another woman, but this time one that was much, much taller. Not only that, but whatever Hope had in the hip and chest department, this woman easily toppled and then some. She also had quite a fair amount of muscle on her body, which was slightly more tanned than Blaineley. Her eyes were an odd shade of maroon, and her hair was long, sleek, and black in color. She was currently in the process of applying some rouge to her lips while her bags sat next to her on the dock. "You must be…Lady Belle!"

"Charmed to make your acquaintance," Lady Belle shot a loose smile towards Blaineley, but something about the look just made it seem like she really wanted nothing to do with her. Her outfit was more fitting of a summer season in the United States South, white a white, sleeveless sundress that had an asymmetrical skirt, a white sun hat with a black ribbon tied around it, and black, platform heels. "This place ain't look a lick like what the brochures painted out for me. Any explanation on that, missy?"

"Ooo, snappy, I'm already loving it! You know how these types of things are, they always put the best work into getting pictures for the brochures, the real thing never looks the same! You can go over to the end of the dock with Hope, there!" Lady Belle smacked her lips together to ensure that her lipstick was getting properly applied while mostly ignoring what Blaineley had said. She still seemed to get the gist of it, though, as she pulled her luggage along to the end, standing a few feet away from Hope, who was looking up at her nervously.

"You like starin', do you? Can't say I blame you…I'm quite the sight to behold!" Lady Belle struck a proud, yet taunting pose, bending over to show off a bit more of her chest situation. Hope's face went red almost immediately, and she spun around so that she wouldn't be staring anymore. The taller woman snickered to herself as she stood back up and crossed her arms. "I'd look away if someone way hotter than me was flaunting their goods right in my face."

"Already getting drama, and we've only got two people here so far! This really is just a time to be alive, isn't it?" Blaineley was clearly thrilled about seeing the two people interacting, but she did turn her attention back to the lake to see that the third boat was well on its way. This time, it was a man, a man that was holding a small terrarium in his hands. In the terrarium, there was a singular hermit crab, which was currently out of its shell and feasting on some mealworms. The man in question wasn't much taller than Hope, maybe an inch or so, and had a really scrawny frame. His skin was white in tone, and he had sandy blond hair that was a shaggy mess on his head. His blue eyes were currently fixed on watching the hermit crab eating, even as he stepped off of the boat, he didn't even blink. "And our nex- uwah! C-Colin, what is that thing!?"

"That thing?" Colin looked around a bit, seeming pretty confused about what Blaineley was freaking out about until he noticed her pointing at the terrarium. "Ohhhhh, this little guy? This is Herman! He's literally my best friend, I couldn't come here without him! Say hi, Herman!" The hermit crab turned to look at the show's host, but immediately retreated into its shell, hiding itself from Blaineley. Colin chuckled, as she seemed to be mildly offended by it. He grabbed the brown satchel from his back, opening it up to place the terrarium inside before putting it back on. His outfit…made perfect sense for him. A yellow tee shirt that had a red crab graphic on it, beige cargo pants, presumably which had supplies for hermit crabs in the pockets, and white sneakers. "He gets a little shy around new people!"

"W-well, just keep him somewhere safe so I won't have to look at– I mean, so nothing bad happens to him!" Blaineley shuddered at the thought of a hermit crab getting that close to her, and Colin happily moved over to the end of the dock, standing in between the two women that were both standing there already.

"Hey, new friends! I'm Colin! Do you wanna hear some crab facts? I've got so many crab facts, I just have to share them with you!" Lady Belle slowly covered her ears while Colin started to rattle off about all things crabs, though Hope looked at least mildly interested in what he had to say. "There's this one species of crab, the Japanese Spider Crab, it can get to be up to thirteen feet long! I'm sure soon, though, one of them will somehow get even larger than that!"

"That sounds…kind of horrifying…" Hope's face started to get pale as she imagined a thirteen foot long crab on the dock with them.

"It's so terrifying! Aren't crabs cool!?" Colin beamed with enthusiasm about his crab facts, and Hope seemed fairly happy to see somebody so excited about something. Meanwhile, boat number four was en route to the dock, carrying the next passenger with it. It was another man this time, though this one was a fair bit taller, and definitely a lot more muscular in physique than Colin. His skin was well-tanned, and his hair was incredibly short, being brown in color to match his brown eyes. He had a goatee sprouting from his chin as well, something that made him look a bit more mature than the other man there.

"Oh, back to the more normal people, thank goodness! Braxton, it's a real pleasure to meet you…and those muscles! Tell me, do you lift a lot? You look like the kind of man that lifts a lot." Blaineley looked like she was ready to just grab at the man's bicep, and seeing this, he flexed for her, allowing her to feel just how rough and tough he was. He had this smirk on his face that would've definitely let people know that he was pretty full of himself, but his outfit was pretty simple. He had a dark brown cowboy hat on, a white tee shirt, stonewashed, blue jeans, and black boots that his jeans were tucked into.

"Oh, y'know, I don't reckon I know just how much I can lift, but I can tell ya that I definitely broke a few machines at the local gym. Gotta get the perfect body to be able to perform in front of so many people, y'know?" Braxton stroked his own ego while Blaineley stroked his bicep, with the three others at the end of the dock watching him. Hope only glanced for a little bit, looking away after and turning her attention back to Colin, who seemed about ready to spout off some crab facts the second that the fourth camper joined them. As far as Lady Belle, well, she looked quite impressed with him. "I take it I gotta go hang with them over there, don't I? No matter to me…always down to meet some future fans."

"Well, well, Mister Man! You look quite big and strong…I sure do like that in a fella. 'Specially a nice, Southern boy and not one of those city pansies." Lady Belle smirked as Braxton moved to join the others. He stuck his hand out to shake hers, although she had a different idea as to how she should greet him, leaning forward to kiss him right on the cheek. He was left with a red lipstick mark where she had kissed, and a smirk on his face. "With a fella like you around, it might not be so bad at this summer camp!"

"And I certainly ain't one to complain 'bout having a gorgeous lady nearby at all times. Maybe we'll get along nice enough to have you comin' out to one of my shows after this whole thing is over." Braxton and Lady Belle hit it off well, leaving Colin with no one to spout crab facts to other than Hope, but she didn't mind one bit, as she just let him go on and on all that he wanted.

"And number five is about to be in, folks!" Blaineley was still fanning herself off after getting to grab at Braxton's bicep, but she still waited eagerly for the next boat, which was carrying a woman with a smile that could probably be seen from a mile away. It was so bright, the host even had to put sunglasses on. The woman in question was of decent height, with the most perfectly average body type, give for her extraordinarily wide hips. Her skin was an olive-tone, and her eyes were hazel. This left her long, flowy, black hair to billow until the speedboat finally dropped her off at the dock. "Hang on, let me guess, you must be…Florencia?"

"That's right! Thanks for giving me this opportunity, Miss O'Hallaran! I can't wait to see all the people that I'll-" Florencia stopped in the middle of her sentence, mouth still open as she took one look at the campgrounds. "...Wow! This place needs some TLC! I'll get right on that when I'm settled in!" Blaineley opened her mouth to speak, but the eager woman passed her right by, marching over to the waiting four campers. She was dressed like she had just come from some class, wearing a white blazer over an orange blouse, with matching white slacks and white shoes. She also had this weird way of walking in which she always held her hands on her hips, only making them sway more and more.

"Oh, look! Another friend I can share my crab facts with!" Colin squealed excitedly, taking a step forward to greet Florencia. "Hi, I'm Colin! Do you want to-"

"I introduce myself first!" Florencia shouted, although still smiling, as she dropped a karate chop right onto Colin's head, knocking him down to the dock. Hope gasped, while Braxton and Lady Belle laughed to themselves. "Lorenzi, Florencia, year: sophomore! Degree: biotech and chemistry! GPA: an astounding four point oh! Pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

"Oho, boy, I do love being surrounded by a bunch of weirdos…makes it even more clear that ain't no one gonna be a big challenge to me." Braxton whispered to Lady Belle, but he quickly met the same fate as Colin, fainting from a karate chop that Florencia hand delivered to him.

"It's rude to whisper when someone is meeting you for the first time!" Again, she remained smiling as she said this, which only creeped the two women that remained standing out. As she continued on with her presidential prattle, boat number six was getting closer and closer to the dock, this time, bearing another man. He seemed to be fairly active on the boat, as he was in the midst of balancing himself on top of a large, rubber ball. He wasn't very tall, but he was quite lean, with a good amount of muscle in his upper body, particularly his arms. He had peach-toned skin, excitable, blue eyes, and short, yet curly, brown hair.

"From the ball and the bravado, I think it'd be safe to say that you're none other than Ollie!" Blaineley watched as Ollie jumped from the ball, doing a somersault in the air and landing perfectly in a handstand. She clapped for him, while the woman behind the camera reached her arm out to hold up a sign that had "TEN" written on it. As far as Ollie's attire went, well, it was perfect for the type that did such acrobatical things. He wore a red vest, one with many golden buttons on it, with a white dress shirt underneath it. There was a perfectly tied black bow tie on his collar, and he wore black slacks and black, pointed shoes to finish off his outfit. "Thanks for the free acrobatics show, but let's keep things moving here, please."

"Oh, right! Sorry, I just get so excited for meeting all these new faces!" Ollie giggled, reaching behind himself to grab his ball, which he toted along with him to the end of the dock. He couldn't really see where he was headed with it in front of his face, and he had no idea that Colin was just now getting up from the ground. Before the crab lover even had a second to try and realize what was happening, Ollie ran right into him, accidentally pushing him off of the dock and into the lake. "Uwah! Sorry!"

"Ah!" Colin shot up from the water after a few seconds, a panicked look on his face as he splashed around in search of something. "H-Herman! Please tell me he didn't fall in!" He peeked over the edge of the dock to see that his satchel was still there. He had a brief sigh of relief, though a swift chop to the head from Florencia knocked him back down into the water.

"You should really wear a swimsuit if you're going to go in the water! Now you're soaked!" Florencia stood proudly as she watched Colin sinking in the water, with Ollie standing right next to her.

"You…think he'll probably be okay, right? He's been sinking for a little while now." Ollie leaned over the edge of the dock, looking down into the water for any sign of Colin, only for a herd of crabs to suddenly carry him back up to the dock. The acrobat gasped as he saw the display, clapping his hands and throwing roses to the crabs. "Bravo, bravo! Magnificent rescue and performance, crabs!"

"Things are starting to get a little weird over there, aren't they? Let's hope that our next camper is a tad more norma-" Before Blaineley could finish what she was saying, she heard a thud behind her.

"Ohhhhhh nooooooooo…" The next camper had already gotten to the dock, and immediately tripped after having set her feet down. Oddly, though, she was falling in a slow, exaggerated manner that made it seem like she was just messing with everybody. Luckily, she managed to catch herself…right on Blaineley's pants, though, she just so happened to pull them down to her ankles in doing so. "Wow…so crazy that that happened all on accident."

"Of course…I ask for normal, and instead, I get Penelope." Blaineley groaned, her face red as could be while she pulled her pants back up. Braxton seemed fairly amused with the sight, at least. As far as things went for Penelope, she was just getting back up to her feet. She had a tan complexion, and a perverted smirk across her face. Her eyes were brown, and she looked to have a hefty amount of eyeliner around them. Her hair was a dark purple color, and round and poofy, sort of like an afro, but not quite there. "Only five seconds into your arrival and I'm already regretting a casting decision."

"Hey, I just tripped, can't blame me for that. And I can't blame you for choosing red." Penelope's smirk grew wider as she lifted her left hand up, swirling a pair of red panties around on her finger. Blaineley's face no officially matched her underwear in color, as she swiftly snatched them back from the perverted woman. Penelope had a unique, yet interesting style, wearing a two-toned, red, crop jacket that was separated into several puffy segments, a blue skirt that was better at showing things than it was at hiding them, black, thigh-high socks, and white and purple sneakers. "You look even hotter when you blush, did you know that?"

"Just…get to the end of the dock. Before either of us does something that we'll regret." Penelope simply shrugged in response to Blaineley's rage, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets while walking over to join the others. Immediately, she started to scan the area, taking note of everyone that was around her, though she seemed to be looking at certain parts of each of them in particular. She ended up standing next to Florencia, her eyes focused right on her behind.

"This must be a construction site…that could be the only explanation for a dump truck being here." As Penelope laughed at her own joke, Florencia turned to face her, though her smile finally faded once she saw her. It was hard to really tell what she was feeling, but the look she had was something that seemed of mixed embarrassment, shame, and something else. "What's the look for? Could it be…oh, I get it. You totally wanna bang." The pervert lifted her hands up, making a circle with one hand while jamming her other fist straight through it.

"You…are not following dress code policies!" Florencia was right back to smiling as she attempted to karate chop Penelope, though her hand basically got stuck in her poofy hair. "Wow! You're fending off my presidential chop so easily! That's a first!"

"What can I say? I'm pretty great…just not as great looking as that fat ass of yours!" Penelope pulled her head away from Florencia, reaching into her own hair to fetch a drawing tablet and a stylus. "Giving me some good inspiration already!" Blaineley murmured something nasty under her breath while she watched Penelope perv out, but tried her best to ignore it and focus on the remaining campers that were arriving. The next in the group was another man, this one not too muscular, not too thin, either. He was decently tall, though this sort of made him look lanky in comparison. His skin was a warm beige tone, and he had amber eyes. His hair was an incredibly bright blonde, and…quite a mess. The wind had done a number on it, that was for certain.

"Oh, hello, Artorias! You're…a lot scrawnier than I would've imagined a football player to be, that's for sure!" Blaineley greeted the man with a backhanded insult, though he did his best to ignore it and just smile at her. He had his university's blazer one, which was primarily white, though it had light blue sleeves. He left it unbuttoned, so it was easy to see his black tee shirt, and he had light blue cargo shorts on. His feet were covered by a pair of blue cleats, and, all in all, he did sort of look like a bit of a frat bro. "I guess I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but I don't know if I can help it!"

"Well, I can promise you, I'm a lot more than meets the eye! Just like your beauty…far greater than even the most precious gemstone." Artorias winked at Blaineley, who simply giggled at his compliment and waved him along to go join the others. He smiled, shrugging his shoulders while he approached Ollie, who was currently bouncing his ball up on his nose. "Wow, that's a pretty impressive talent! And that outfit…you've got style! And that beautiful, curly hair…"

"Huh? T…hanks?" Ollie was more confused than anything, as he let the ball fall off of his face and into his hands. He couldn't see who was talking to him with how massive the ball was, and after trying to look around it, he eventually just tossed it into the water behind him. "Oh, cool, you play sports! I sort of do that, too…though I don't know how many people consider acrobatics as a sport."

"Maybe some people don't recognize it as a sport, but I would still pay to see you performing, mon chéri." Artorias blew a kiss to Ollie, who was still just mostly confused, although he did blush a small bit from the gesture. The acrobat was about to say something else, but when he noticed that the football player was heading off to go flirt with the next person in line, that being Colin, he just kept his mouth shut.

"And while Flirty Boy Artorias is trying to work his charm over on…well, everybody…our ninth camper is here, at the dock! Come on, Petra! Come join us!" Blaineley smiled eagerly at the next woman to arrive, that being a tall woman with some bountiful proportions. She had dark, almond-toned skin, blue eyes that had an odd, catlike appearance to them, and dark brown hair that was wavy and went about halfway down her back. She was still just standing in the boat, staring up at the sky and practically zoning out. "...Any day now! …Literally any minute now! …JUST GET OFF THE BOAT!"

"Warum schreist du mich an, schlampe?" Petra slowly glanced down at Blaineley, looking pretty aggravated at the fact that she was being yelled at. Of course, the host had no idea what she was saying, but neither did any of the others at the end of the dock that happened to hear her. She was wearing a rather revealing outfit, just like Penelope, only hers was a white tank top, a pink skirt that went down just to her knees, and red heeled boots. Everyone was looking at her like she was an alien, which seemed to add onto her irritation. "Oh was, du hast noch nie jemanden so heiß gesehen? Machen sie ein foto, es hält länger."

"I was…unaware that you didn't speak English. Well, this certainly complicates things for us! Does anybody know what language she's speaking?" Blaineley looked back at the contestants for an answer, but got nothing out of them. She could hear a cricket chirping from behind the camera, and glared right at it. "Anne, I have just about had it with your gags and jokes today!" The chirping screeched to an immediate halt, and the woman behind the camera gulped nervously. "Now, then…uh…you…go…join…others…over there!"

"Worüber redest du?" Petra started to look confused, but with enough pointing from Blaineley, and some beckoning gestures from Penelope, she sort of understood what was going on. She slowly walked over to stand next to the pervert, not even looking once at her.

"Say, Petra, that's a pretty language you're speaking…I bet it would be prettier to hear it in bed." Penelope grinned while she wrapped her arm around Petra's waist. The taller woman glared at her before whacking her in the arm with her hand, getting a yelp out of her. "Ah, what the hell was that!?" When she looked down at her arm, she saw that there were some odd scratch marks on it, like a cat had scratched her or something. "Yeesh…I think you need to cut your nails. Would be pretty painful to have them inside of me when they're that sharp."

"Oh wunderbar, ein perverser. Ich hoffe, du denkst nicht, dass ich dich etwas schmutziges mit mir anstellen lasse, du bist definitiv nicht gut genug für mich." Penelope blinked a few times at Petra, clearly having no understanding whatsoever. "Würdest du aufhören, mich so anzusehen? Es nervt."

"Mmm…maybe we'll work on teaching you some English. Then you'll at least understand what I mean when I invite you to a threesome with me and Florencia." Florencia blushed as she heard this, though still smiled proudly. Petra, however, just walked away from Penelope, leaving her to shrug her shoulders and smirk to herself.

"And for lucky camper number ten, let's all welcome Anisa!" Blaineley grinned as the next woman shuffled off of the boat she was in, carrying a good deal of bags and things in her arms. She seemed like she was just about to drop it all over the place, but she was really trying her best to not do that. She had dark, espresso-toned skin and a chubby, yet short figure. Her hair was quite long, almost going all the way down to her waist, and wavy, with her bangs swept to the sides. It was black in color, and it paired well with her blue eyes, which were kept behind her large, blue-framed glasses. "Need a hand there? Well, I'd offer one, but I don't know where your things have been, so I think I'm all good on touching them!"

"O-oh, I'll probably be fine carrying them all by myself. I'm used to having to pull my own weight, anyways. …N-not that people aren't good at doing the same, I-I just know…I…I do work college music papers project groups!" Anisa spewed out a bunch of nonsense that had Blaineley confused, causing the college student's face to light up with embarrassment. She had a cute, summery outfit, wearing a sleeveless, shoulderless, banded dress that was a mix of three colors, mainly turquoise and celeste, with one large white band in the middle of it. The cutoff of the dress was just past her knees, and she was also wearing a pair of black, open-topped platform heels that added a few inches to her not so grand height. "S-sorry…I get nervous when I'm meeting hot wo- new people! New people, yes, new people!"

"It sure sounded like you were about to say hot women! You lot really do have an eye for beauty, I've been flirted with by so many people already!" Blaineley grinned, teasing Anisa by licking her lips, which startled her into running over to join the others. Though, as she was running over, Braxton stuck his leg out in front of her, causing her to trip and fall into the water. Lady Belle laughed as she saw the water splashing up around her, and when Petra finally noticed what had happened, she was laughing as well.

"O-oh…I only just got here and I already look so stupid…stupid, Ani, stupid!" Anisa smacked herself against the forehead before she climbed back onto the dock, dripping water all over the place. Penelope made some comment about being really wet to Florencia, and the thought of people already talking about her behind her back made the college student get really nervous. She tried to hide herself behind the crowd, though, in doing so, had ended up right next to Braxton.

"Lil' miss, I reckon ya might wanna go and towel yourself off the second we're done waiting for everyone. I can only imagine how embarrassin' it must've been for you to have taken that tumble…poor thing." Anisa looked up at Braxton as he taunted her, feeling pretty intimidated by him.

"B-but you tripped…" Anisa started to speak up, but found herself lacking the courage she needed to actually stand up for herself. She ended up sighing and slowly backing away from him, ending up near Colin, Ollie, and Hope, who each smiled as they saw her. Seeing some friendly faces definitely felt nice for her, and she managed to bring a little smile up to her own face in return. With her out of the way, it made more more for the next contestant to arrive, this one being a tall, strappingly muscular lad with warm ivory skin. His hair was short, brown, and gelled back, while his eyes were a sharp green coloring. As he stepped out of his boat, he had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, where all of his things were being kept.

"Something about the jacket and bag makes me think that you're Napoleon! I honestly imagined shorter, since…you know, the name and all." Blaineley laughed while Napoleon smiled back at her. Like many of the others, he was quite a fan of her beauty, only a bit less vocal about it. As Blaineley had mentioned, he wore a jacket, a black and white varsity jacket. His outfit was pretty simple for the athlete, wearing black jeans and white running shoes. "I must say, you definitely look like a charmer. Maybe it's those eyes of yours."

"Well, I'd be lying if I said that you were the first lovely lady to say something like that about me. The compliment's duly appreciated, of course." Napoleon continued to smile politely, looking ahead at the rest of the group before heading over to Artorias, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Nice to see another athlete in the mix here, I must say. Makes me feel like I'll be making new friends in no time. Name's Napoleon…and you are?"

"Ah, Artorias!" Artorias gave Napoleon a fist bump, which then evolved into some sort of secret handshake that they performed in front of the other contestants. Most were amazed by how these boys were able to do this after only just meeting each other. When their handshake had finally finished, the two were left laughing together. "Nice to meet you, Napoleon! I see you're more of the basketball type…I'm a football player, myself."

"Football, huh? Definitely a field that I'm not too familiar with, but hey, maybe you can teach me a thing or two about it. I'd do the same for you with basketball, if you're feeling up to it." The two sports players hit it off really well, something that Blaineley didn't seem to be too interested in, as she directed the camera woman to focus right on the dock again.

"Guess nothing too important is happening over there…oh well! Let's just focus on our twelfth camper to arrive!" Blaineley grinned and held her arms up, gesturing to the dock, where the next speedboat was arriving. This one was another fella, and while he was built athletically, he was by no means a beefcake. He was fairly tall, with ivory-toned skin and blond hair, which had been tied into a low ponytail. His eyes were baby blue in color, and full of passion, as they were staring right at Blaineley…just as many of the others before him had been. "Ah, this one is definitely Anthony! I'm quite the fan of all the rough and tough types we're getting, I must say!"

"And I'm an even bigger fan of you, sheila! It's a darn shame I'm only twenty, or I might be down on one knee already!" Anthony grinned, and he was very clearly trying to avoid just staring directly at Blaineley's chest. "Gotta say, this camp here looks like it could use a pick-me-up! Luckily for you, I'm quite the handyman! And ladies' man, don't forget that!" The handyman laughed to himself as he patted the tool belt that was around his denim overalls. He had a white tee shirt on, one that had a few oil and grease stains, and dark brown, rubber boots, something typical of a fixer-upper.

"Oooh…I definitely like the looks of that gent," Lady Belle licked her lips as she looked Anthony up and down, leaving Braxton to glare at him and stand in front of her so that he would be the first to greet him when he made his way over.

"Anthony…you look like a fairly reasonable feller, I must say. So you won't have any issue not getting in between me and the lovely lady by my side, right?" Braxton smirked, clearly a taunting smirk, though Anthony didn't take too kindly to this, as he brushed by the Southerner and took Lady Belle's hand in his own, lifting it up to his lips to kiss it. She cooed in delight as she noticed the two men basically fighting over her. "Oh, so it's gonna be like that now, is it?"

"What was that, mate? I'm afraid I couldn't hear you over your ego screamin' at me." The two boys butted heads, much unlike Artorias and Napoleon before them. All in all, though, Lady Belle was incredibly content with this situation, and just wanted to see them fight more.

"See, now this is the kind of thing that I like to see! Two guys fighting over someone else, just, mwah!" Blaineley snickered to herself as the next boat started coming along, this one with another woman in it. She was fairly average in height, with a more muscular, well-toned build than many of the other women there already. Her skin was quite pale, and she had her light brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail, with a singular bone running through it to keep it together. Her blue eyes were kept behind a pair of large, round glasses, though the frames seemed to be made out of bones as well. "And hello, camper numb-...alright, I've got no clue which one you are. Did we cast a cavewoman or something?"

"Actually, I'm not a cavewoman, I'm an archeologist. Though, I will admit, I did stylize my attire based on a cavewoman of sorts…I've been told that it fits me pretty well. And it's Dana, by the way. I believe in my audition, I was a bit more into…oh, what was it? Idols? I don't remember. It was silly, that's all I can remember." Dana smiled as she hoisted up a large, bone club, resting it on her shoulder while her other hand toted along her suitcases. Her outfit was primal, much like her hair and glasses. It seemed to be an odd sort of top that was wrapped around her chest, as well as a skirt around her waist, both made of tiger pelt from the looks of things. She also had a bone necklace around her neck, and a pair of moccasins on her feet. "Tell me, do you think there'll be any good dig sites here? I'm always down to find more things for my research."

"What dinosaur remains would be on a tiny island in the middle of Ontraio? Seems like a silly question to ask." Blaineley didn't seem to be too interested in Dana and her gimmick, as she rolled her eyes at her. "Well, ooga booga girl, you can run along and join the others. Maybe one of them will know something about…dig sites or whatever."

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to go meet my cooperators for the time being. Alright then!" Dana beamed, jumping off of the boat and dragging her club along behind her, scratching up the boards of the dock a good deal. This was obviously irritating Blaineley, but she kept her mouth shut, while the archeologist stood nearby Hope. "Sure is a nice little island that we've been put on…I bet I'll make some amazing finds while I'm here!"

"I…don't know about that…the island is almost as miserable as I am, so nothing good could come from it." Hope sighed, with Dana frowning at how miserable she appeared to be.

"You seem like a real buzzkill, but maybe the time here at camp will help fix that. Don't worry, I'll take it upon myself to be a friend for you, so you won't have to be sad about everything." Dana patted Hope on the back, grinning from ear to ear while the depressed girl simply sighed. "And I got a feeling that you're going to say something like, 'No one should bother being my friend…' Well, that's a load of phooey, so don't even bother, or I'll smack you with my club!"

"I don't wanna get smacked by a club…but I probably deserve to be…" Hope sighed again, leaning her head down towards Dana so that she could easily club her if she wanted to.

"Yeesh…looks like this is going to be quite the task, but I will never back down from a challenge!" Dana pulled Hope in with one arm for a side hug as the next boat approached the dock. This time, it was a man, but a man that had a far more peculiar style to him than the other men. He was the same height as Blaineley was, and built fairly average, though a bit on the slimmer side of things. His skin was pretty pale in comparison to some of the others, and he had a red dot birthmark right in the middle of his forehead. His eyes were purple, with his hair being a lighter shade of purple and tied into a long ponytail, his bangs covering the sides of his face.

"And our next gentleman to take to the docks is none other than Esprit! I'm quite a fan of the hair, I have to say. I thought about doing purple at one point, but I definitely kill it with blonde as is." Blaineley flaunted her hair by waving it back and forth, while Esprit climbed out of the boat and smiled widely at her. He had oval-framed glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose, but everything just got more complicated going down from there. He wore a long robe, with the outside being a light purple coloring, while the inside had galaxy print all over it. In addition to this, just under the robe, it could be seen that he had a lavender vest over a dark purple dress shirt, and a light purple tie to match. Finally, he wore light purple dress pants, as well as light purple boots. It seemed to be pretty obvious that his favorite color was purple.

"I agree, you definitely look amazing with blonde hair! But you should totally try some other colors at some point! It's fun to just experiment and venture into the unknown, so to speak!" Esprit grinned excitedly, not seeming to care at all about the lacklusterness of the camp or even the shabby dock itself as he happily passed on to join the others. He ended up standing near Petra, who was looking up at the sky and zoning out entirely. "Hi there! What are you doing? Are you looking up at the stars? You can't really see them during the day, but it's a lot of fun at night!"

"I wouldn't bother with talking to her just yet, plum boy. She's verbally challenged." Penelope strode over to Esprit, throwing her arm over his shoulders while walking him away from Petra. "Say, you seem to be pretty interested in stars and all that, so I have to ask this. If I drew a bunch of different constellation people doing the nasty, do you think that would be a big hit? I think it would be a big hit."

"Woah…like…naughty pictures of that? I don't know, I've never looked at any of that stuff! I would say to go for it anyways, it can always be fun to try new things!" Esprit held up a thumbs up to Penelope, who only frowned as she was having a hard time figuring out how she was supposed to perv out on this guy that just embodied joy and friendship. "Maybe you could draw pictures of them going on space adventures together, too! There's a whole lot of space to explore, so I bet you could make a comic or something and it would be pretty popular!"

"Oh, trust me, I definitely don't need to worry about having popular pictures and comics online…I've got quite a few hits already. You should definitely take a look at my work, I bet you'll find something that gets ya going." Penelope grinned as she held up her drawing tablet, showing a very naughty drawing to Esprit.

"...Wow! You did such a good job at drawing that! I wish I could be as good as you are at drawing! Oh, maybe I should start drawing!" Esprit didn't even blush when he saw the picture, just smiled and congratulated Penelope, which made her feel mildly insulted. And then along came the fourteenth contestant, who had already gotten off of the boat and onto the dock, where they were standing by Blaineley. This was another woman of fairly average height, although her figure was thin, with the only curvature she had being in her waist. Her skin wasn't astoundingly pale like some of the others, and she had a small amount of tan to her skin, but she looked to be a bit of a frazzled mess. Her dirty blonde hair was long and obviously frizzy, with plenty of strands jutting out all over the place. Her eyes couldn't actually be made out, as she had on a pair of high tech goggles that had the lenses lighting up like pixelated screens. On them, they displayed happy emoji eyes, to match her big smile.

"Those glasses look a bit gaudy…and as I seem to recall, a contestant named Magnolia wore similarly gaudy glasses in her audition…and hated being called anything other than Maggie." Blaineley teased the nerdy looking woman, who simply continued to smile at her, looking unbothered by the teasing. Her outfit made sense for a scientist of sorts, wearing a dark green, turtleneck sweater with a white lab coat thrown on over it. Her black pants sort of resembled bellbottoms if they had a love child with capris, and her green thigh highs could be seen peeking out between her pants and her black pumps.

"I would assuredly prefer the name Maggie, but I won't stop you if you insist on calling me by my full name, kuku!" Maggie had an odd sounding laugh, something that Blaineley didn't like the sound of at all, but she tried to ignore as she guided her over to join the others. She found herself staring at everyone there rather than standing by any of them, and grabbed a pen from behind her ear as well as a clipboard that was in her backpack. "Wow…so many people are here already…and you all look so different! How…fascinating!"

"Sieht so aus, als hätten wir einen weiteren spinner am hals." Petra mumbled to herself before smirking at the sight of Maggie, though her smirk was wiped off of her face almost immediately when Maggie stared back at her with a huge smile. "Warum siehst du mich so an?"

"Ich wusste, dass die teilnahme an diesen Deutschkursen eine gute wahl für mich war!" Petra's face went slightly pale as she heard Maggie speaking German back at her. The scientist continued to smile, walking towards her to pat her on the head. "It must feel comforting to have someone around that can actually understand you! I can tell by the look of dread on your face!"

"I do love how I have two speaking complete gibberish to each other on my show, the fans will definitely love that." Blaineley rolled her eyes before she looked back out at the next of the boats. This time, it was another woman, this one being on the larger side, both in how tall and chubby she was. Her skin was warm ivory in tone, and her eyes, much like her hair, were an emerald green color. Her hair itself was curly, and phenomenally long, going well down her back and stopping about halfway past her thighs. She had a blissful smile on her lips as she looked out at everyone, lightly waving her hand at them all. "From the looks of things, I would have to think that's Uliana."

"Oh, yes yes! That's me!" Uliana giggled, jumping off of her boat and landing on the dock with a thud. She had a large suitcase with her, one that clearly contained more things than it was meant to carry, as most of it seemed about ready to burst out of the case at this point. Her outfit was fairly simple, but didn't seem to be that good for this type of summer weather, as she, like Maggie, wore a turtleneck sweater, only hers seemed to be a lot thicker, and was tan in color. Her pants were simple blue jeans, and she had heavy, black gardening boots on her feet. "It's so nice here! There's so many plants…I wonder if there's a lot of flowers, too?"

"From what I gathered, it's all mostly weeds and pesky plants, nothing that pretty. Guess you'll just have to make do with those." Blaineley smirked at Uliana, who didn't seem to be the slightest bit bothered by this declaration.

"Weeds and pesky plants are just as pretty as flowers in their own way, yes yes! It's okay, I'll treat them with the same amount of care I would to any other plant!" Uliana giggled some more and started to walk towards the other contestants at the end of the dock, finding herself standing over by Esprit, who was still looking at many NSFW pictures that Penelope was showing him. The pervert seemed to be getting really upset at this point, as he had not had one fun reaction thus far. "Oh! You two look like you're having fun! What are you looking at?"

"Apparently failed art of mine," Penelope grumbled as she turned her tablet around, revealing the pictures to Uliana, whose face lit up bright red the moment that she saw them. She covered her eyes from the sight, and this seemed to be exactly the boost that the artist needed. "Huh, guess they aren't failures after all!"

"I told you that they looked great, why would you think that they were failures?" Esprit smiled innocently, getting a small glare shot back at him from Penelope, though he really wasn't sure why that was. As this happened, the long line of boats continued along, with the next one dropping off another man, this one looking to be the most gentlemanly of all of them. He was about the same height as Blaineley, maybe just slightly taller, and was built lean. His skin was honey brown in tone, and he carried himself with a flair that none before him had. His black hair was cut short, and he had quite the distinguished hairline, but most of it couldn't be seen, as he was wearing a black cordovan hat. He had a pencil thin mustache that matched his hair, and green eyes that were looking down at the time on his gold rolex.

"If you're worried about being late, I can promise you that you're not. Technically, we started earlier than I anticipated us to. Either way, it's nice to meet you, Courtney." Blaineley greeted the man, who offered her a firm handshake and a welcoming smile. The shake came from his left hand, and she could see that he had the word "Ali" tattooed in black ink on the back of it. His outfit carried the same flair as his demeanor, with a gold, Versace shirt, black slacks, and black cowboy boots. "You know, many of the other campers just ogled me, I think you're the first to offer a handshake."

"It's the proper way to greet someone you're just meeting for the first time, from how I've been raised." Courtney continued to smile until his eyes fell upon the sight that was the campgrounds. Seeing how much of a mess they were sullied that smile and turned it to a frown. "Now, what in the…I was under the impression that this establishment was supposed to be a resort, not a musky summer camp. S'pose it ain't all bad, at least…feels a bit homely to me. Here's hoping it'll grow on me even more."

"Get a look at that guy! He looks so fancy…" Dana looked Courtney up and down as he started to walk towards the others. She lightly jabbed Hope in the side with her elbow to get her attention. "See, now friendship one-o-one is sometimes about making the first move so others don't have to do it. You should go talk to the new guy, I bet it'll help you come out of your shell!"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea…" Hope mumbled, but it was no use, as Dana started to push her towards Courtney. She ended up bumping right into him, making him drop one of his suitcases on the dock. "Oh…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that…"

"It's no worry, lady, just a simple accident. Had my things fallen into the lake, maybe it would've been a different story. Luckily, we won't be reading that story today." Courtney tipped his hat to Hope, giving her the same handshake that he had given to Blaineley, before moving on from her to shake hands with everybody else. When he had gotten through everybody, he found himself with Braxton and Lady Belle, though neither seemed too interested in him, despite his flair.

"I really wasn't expecting all of these introductions to take so long…and we still have seven more people on the way! Like this one that's coming right now!" As Blaineley said that, she gestured to the next boat, which had another man on it. This one was short…really short. He was shorter than Hope, who had been the shortest camper to arrive before him. His skin was a light, chestnut tone, and he was slender in frame, with a slightly noticeable bust on his chest. He had calm, green eyes, and a matching smile. All in all, he didn't seem to be too bothered by the scenery of the campgrounds in the slightest. What was fun about him, though, was his two-toned hair, a mix of orange and black that was cut to the middle of his neck, and slightly wavy. "Ah, Rowan, right?"

"Yup, that's me, Miss Blaineley!" Rowan nodded at Blaineley as he got out of his boat, not bringing that much luggage with him. He took a look at the campers that were at the end of the dock, smiling at all of them with no discrimination. He had a fun sense of style, wearing a white, button down tee that he left unbuttoned over a banded tee shirt. The top band was orange, the middle black, and the bottom white. His skinny jeans were a medium-brown color, and he had a pair of black boots on. "Looks like we got a fun group of people here, already!"

"I guess you could say something like that. Personally, I think they're all a bunch of weirdos, but what do I know? If you're so interested in them, you should have no issue joining them over there." Blaineley waved Rowan along, and he happily listened to her, walking over and standing by Anthony, who looked down at his tiny frame and chuckled.

"Say, mate, you're a scrappy little bugger, aren't you? Gotta get some meat on those bones so the wind won't blow you away." Anthony patted Rowan on the head, getting a giggle out of the much shorter man.

"Guess I do give some of my food to others, maybe a bit too much, but it's all good! I just like seeing them get all happy whenever I offer them something!" Rowan looked up at Anthony, sharing the same, kind smile that he had given to Blaineley when he arrived in the first place. "Nice to meet you, Mister…"

"Ah, it's Anthony, mate! I wouldn't bother with the Mister business, though, seems a bit too formal for me." Anthony rubbed the back of his neck, continuing to chuckle while Rowan laughed. Again, this jovial friendship and lack of drama wasn't entertaining to Blaineley, who was tapping her feet as she watched the next boat roll in. This was the third boat in a row that had a man on it, this one seeming a bit unnerved by how filthy the island as a whole looked. He was just slightly shorter than Blaineley, with fair skin and an average build for a young man. His short, blonde hair was styled neatly, and he had green eyes.

"And here comes Charlie! Don't worry, the island really is much worse than it seems at a glance." Blaineley laughed as she took note of how queasy Charlie looked, especially when he was taking the first step onto the dock. He felt the boards creaking under his feet, which made him feel slightly uneasy as well. He was dressed nicely, with a blue sweater vest over his light blue dress shirt, which looked to have nary a single wrinkle on it. His pants were light tan khakis, and he had on a pair of black sneakers with white soles.

"Sorry, ma'am, this just definitely…wasn't what was advertised at all. It looks…really, really dirty. I remembered to tuck in a lot of cleaning supplies with my things, so perhaps I'll do something about the…filth later." Charlie grimaced, holding up his suitcases so that they weren't dragging against the dirty dock while he headed over to the others. He ended up near the person that he decided looked the friendliest of the bunch, which just so happened to be Anisa, who was still thoroughly soaked. "Goodness…what happened to you?"

"I…tripped and fell into the lake…a-and now I'm soaked…" Anisa whimpered, still completely soaked from head to toe while Charlie looked entirely sorry for her.

"Well…hang on, maybe I have something that can help!" Charlie started to dig around in one of his suitcases, retrieving a perfectly folded towel. He held it out towards her with a smile, "I brought ten towels, so you can use this one, since I see your things have suffered the same watery fate as yourself!"

"Well…t-that's really nice of you, actually…" Anisa smiled softly as she took the towel in her hands, wrapping herself up with it to start drying herself off as best as she could, leaving Charlie to keep smiling at her. With only five people who still had yet to show up, one of them was on their own speedboat and headed for the dock already. This one was a short, pudgy woman, who was sitting down with her suitcases in her lap. She clacked her dark gray painted nails against the suitcase on top of the pile, smiling as she heard the soft clicking noises it emitted. Her skin was pale ivory in tone, and her hair was dyed a purplish-gray color and tied into an updo with a low-hanging bun, which was quite messy. She had sweet-looking gray eyes that were kept behind a pair of greige-framed glasses, freckles running along her face, and dark gray lipstick.

"Oh, you're Clover, I presume?" Blaineley seemed unimpressed as Clover got off of her boat slowly, a bit too slowly for her liking. "I saw in your audition that you do this ASMR thing, but I have to admit, I've got no clue as to what that is. I looked it up and it sounded boring." The short woman frowned slightly as she heard this, but only appeared to be just mildly upset. Her outfit had an elegant look, but was lacking coloration severely, as its components were a beige, pinafore dress, a dark gray, long-sleeved blouse under the dress, black stockings, and beige chelsea boots. The dress had a cutoff at her knees, and there were a fair amount of buttons along the torso.

"It can be a bit strange or 'boring' to someone who is only first learning about it, but I find it to be quite a delight." Clover's voice was soft and soothing, but a bit hard to be heard by anyone that was standing a bit too far away from where she was. She took a look at the campgrounds, and actually smiled when she saw it, unlike some of the others that were displeased with it. "This place is a lot different than I had imagined…I like it, though. It's cute."

"Is it just me, or is that lady moving her lips but not talking?" Maggie's emoji eyes changed from happy to confused as she, as well as several other campers, looked at Clover talking to Blaineley. They were all trying to figure out what was happening or if she was even talking at all, and remained staring at her as she walked over to them. She was mildly flustered by having all eyes on her, but still greeted everyone with a warm, almost motherly smile.

"I didn't expect everyone to be so interested in me when I only just arrived, but it's nice to meet all of you." Clover set her things down next to her on the dock, and some people seemed to still not hear what she was saying. She noticed the odd looks that were being shot her way from a few of the campers, and tilted her head in question. "Is something wrong?"

"Lady…why are you whispering? This is a summer camp, it's all about screaming and fun and having a blast, kuku!" Maggie chanted loudly, really loudly. Her voice was so loud, in fact, that Clover was trying to cover her ears, and seemed to be wincing from an unseen pain. "Eh? What happened to you?"

"Nothing, it's fine…if I may request, though, could you please lower your voice just a touch? My ears are a bit sensitive, you see." Clover pulled her hands away from her ears, watching as Maggie had this dumbfounded look on her face. The scientist eventually started to smile, and she jotted a note down on a clipboard, which started to get Clover concerned. "This seems like such a lovely bunch…I hope we can all get along."

"And I hope that they can't all get along! Like I said, drama makes for a good show!" Blaineley smirked at the camera as the next boat tugged along to the dock, this one carrying a rather tall, and also fairly muscular woman. She looked as if she was the type to consider the gym her home away from home, and even had a stern expression to ward off anyone that would try to screw with her. Her skin was warm ivory-toned, like a few of the others, although her hair was fairly unique, being bleached blonde. It was shaved on the sides, and the rest was pulled into a low ponytail. She also had distinguishably beautiful, pink eyes; they almost seemed out of place with how pretty they were on her stern face. "And camper number nineteen rolls in– it's Sion!"

"This place reeks something terrible…smells like one of my sister's mold farms that she used to make." Sion sighed, getting off of her boat and slinging her luggage over her shoulder while she looked at everybody. She was wearing a brown track jacket, though she left it unzipped to show the pink tee shirt that she was wearing underneath. She also wore a pair of black yoga pants, which squeezed onto her body tightly to show just how toned her legs and glutes were, and had a pair of dark brown boots on her feet. She pretty much spent no time talking to Blaineley, walking right by her to get a good look at her competition. "...So I'm gonna be stuck here with you guys this whole time? Great…"

"Yeah, it'll be awesome! I think we're all gonna have a great time!" Charlie took a step forward to properly greet Sion, only to trip the same way that Anisa had tripped earlier– over Braxton's foot. He hit his face against the dock, groaning out in pain. "Mommy…I think I got a bump on my noggin!" A good deal of the others started to laugh at him, with some feeling bad, but Sion, she had an entirely different reaction to this.

"G-geez, dude…y-you know that there are people that can see and hear you, right? I can't believe you called out for you mom just now…t-that's so embarrassing." Sion's face had turned bright red, as if she was the one that had just called out for her own mommy. She also had this nervous sweat starting to drop from her forehead, and did absolutely everything in her power to not have to look at Charlie while Anisa helped him off of the ground. "T-try not to be saying stuff like that all the time, it makes us both look bad."

"Us both?" Charlie rubbed his forehead, where there was a slight bump forming, but rather than looking to be entirely in pain, he just seemed confused about what Sion was talking about. She didn't seem to want to elaborate, either, as she turned her back to him and covered her reddened face with her hands. During all of this, the third to last boat was approaching, carrying along a short, skinny person that was tapping their finger against their lips while reading over, what seemed to be, a piece of sheet music. They were easily the palest of the bunch so far, and had short, spiked, black hair that contrasted heavily with the paleness of their skin. Adding onto this contrast was the oddly purple tone of their eyes, which were narrowing while they scanned the piece of sheet music.

"And for our next contestan- oh…it's just Umber." Blaineley seemed more disinterested with Umber than she did with everyone else, as they walked off of their boat and didn't even look away from their sheet music to greet her. "I really didn't want to pick you, but you got lucky, since we had an extra slot open and all the other auditionees were just…worse." They slowly looked up at Blaineley, but had quite the hard time maintaining eye contact with her. They wore a white, billowy dress shirt that had its sleeves rolled up to their elbows, and was tucked into a pair of black dress slacks that were held up by a black belt. There was a red bowtie around their collar, and it had been quite expertly tied. Finishing off their outfit was a pair of black dress shoes, which were shining incredibly brightly.

"So I see…I thank you greatly for choosing me anyways, I feel this will be quite the great opportunity for me. I'll do my best to not let you down." Umber still couldn't look Blaineley in the eyes as they spoke, but were just proud of themselves for actually saying the words that they meant to say. They walked over to join the others, standing just a foot away from Clover, who smiled sweetly at them. They took notice of the smile, and were a bit confused by it. "Oh…hello, miss."

"It's Clover…and I heard your name from Blaineley's…astoundingly loud voice, Umber. It's a pleasure to meet you." Clover extended her hand out to Umber, who stared at it blankly for a moment. They slowly reached forward, but only grabbed her index finger and lightly shook it before pulling their hand away again. "You seem a bit nervous…is everything alright?"

"First day away from my hometown in…ever. I feel slightly out of my element here." Umber blushed and smiled bashfully, still avoiding eye contact at all costs. "But I'll adjust after a little while, probably. It's mostly just that I need to get used to all of you guys, first." Clover nodded, still smiling as sweet as ever. "...You seem like a very kind person. Thank you for being the first person I got to talk to."

"Oh, well, that's no problem at all. I'd like for all of us to feel at ease while we're here…stress will only make things worse." Umber finally managed to make eye contact, though only just for a second. They used that second to smile right at Clover, and then retreated to being nervous and awkward, just like before. And along came the second to last boat, this one with another boy in it. This boy looked frail, all too frail, as if his short and thin frame could easily be blown away by a simple gust of wind. His skin was pale, not so much as Umber's, but still fairly close to being that pale. He had blue eyes and his hair had been dyed mostly green, with a single white streak that fell in front of his face. The hair was pulled into a long ponytail and, when he went to step onto the dock, he tripped over it, falling and hitting his head on the edge of the dock.

"Wow, what a great introduction, Jaime! I'm sure not a single person at the end of the dock is laughing internally from seeing you fumble your first minute on camera like that!" Blaineley laughed while Jaime slowly pulled himself out of the water, blushing from his own embarrassment. He had nearly lost his big, round glasses in the lake, but grabbed them just before they sank. He wore a white dress shirt that he had underneath a beige cardigan, black jeans, black combat boots, black gloves, and a white face mask, which had been ruined from the water. He sighed, grabbing his bags from the boat and replacing the mask so he could actually breath normally and not just inhale pure fluid.

"Better to make a stand out first impression than just come off as boring, I guess. It's nice to meet you, M-...Blaineley." Jaime watched Blaineley's expression slowly shift to a pale, shocked face before he scurried over to join the others, fearing that she was about to yell at him for almost getting her name wrong. He ran right next to Sion, who was fanning herself off while tugging at the collar of her shirt, still looking as embarrassed as ever. "Oh…what happened to you?" Even though Jaime asked this, his voice indicated that he sort of knew the answer to this already.

"Y-you just show up and hit your head on the dock like that…ruining your first moment. P-people are p-probably laughing at you while they're watching this. I-I would feel pretty embarrassed if I were you…oh, I feel so embarrassed, and I'm not even you." Sion's face started to get all red again, with other members of the large grouping at the end of the dock obviously laughing at her. Jaime took note of everybody looking at her and not him, and immediately tried to do a front flip, landing hard on the dock again. "A-ah! You did it again, you fell and hurt yourself! Y-you know that everybody can see you doing that, right?"

"Oh, trust me, I know." Jaime groaned and pulled himself off of the ground, looking like a total mess from the damage that he had already sustained. "I guess I'm just really clumsy today, very unlike me." The people that were just laughing at Sion were now laughing at Jaime, and as they did so, the final boat approached to dock, dropping off a bodacious woman with hips that certainly didn't lie. She wasn't thin, wasn't chubby, wasn't muscular– she was perfectly average, except in height, where she fell somewhat short. Her skin was almond-toned, she had devious, brown eyes, and black, wavy hair that had been pulled into what must've been the most extravagant side ponytail that anyone had ever seen. Her eyes had a pair of gold, star-framed sunglasses in front of them, but the most noticeable thing about her face…was the massive, cheshire grin that she boasted.

"And finally, we have Darla. Good thing, too, I was getting really tired of just standing here and waiting for everyone to arrive." Darla glanced at Blaineley as she spoke to her, her cocky expression coming off as taunting to the host. She was wearing a dark blue, off-the-shoulder crop top that exposed her midriff, showing off the light blue gem piercing that she had in her belly button. She also had on gray yoga pants, though they only went just past her knees, and red and white sneakers. All of her luggage was kept in a variety of bright, and also extremely colorful bags.

"It's pretty great to be the first person to show up. Also, just have to tell you, you are by far the ugliest woman that I have ever met in my entire life. Those tits have got to be fake!" Darla took her sunglasses off and tucked them away into her luggage, whistling while Blaineley's jaw dropped. She strutted past her, swaying her hips from side to side before standing over by Courtney, who was astounded by her demeanor towards the show's host.

"I must say, ma'am, I never did expect someone to be so obtuse with their approach to the woman that's being kept in charge of us for the next few weeks. Seems that-" In the middle of Courtney speaking, Darla held her finger up to his lips, shushing him so that she could speak inside.

"You look like you were dressed by someone that still plays with Barbie dolls. Maybe your momma is still trying to chase after her youth by using you as her dress-up toy." Darla's grin could only grow wider, as she saw Courtney getting visibly angry from her interruption.

"Now, if there's one thing for certain that I'm not fond of, it would assuredly be getting interrupted. As I was about to say before, it seems to me that manners are a concept that you-" Again, right as Courtney was trying to speak, Darla interrupted him by pressing her whole hand against his face.

"Ahem…I don't have anything important to say, I just figured I'd go and interrupt you again, since you love it so much." Darla looked around the dock while Courtney fumed to himself, "Hm…you know, I was sort of hoping that there would be a cripple that I could toss into the lake. I'm a bit disappointed that there isn't."

"W-well, I never…! Ugh…it doesn't matter, she'll probably be gone soon enough." Blaineley walked over to the contestants, getting a good look at all twenty-four members of the mismatched group. She had a smirk creep onto her face as she started to strut down the dock, heading onto the island's land. "Now that we've got you all here, we should probably get into a little bit of what this place is going to be like for all of you. If you'll just follow me to the bonfire pit, we can get on with it. Anne, make sure to follow along."

"Okie dokie, boss!" The camerawoman spoke up before giggling and turning the camera along so that it was facing her. She wasn't too tall from the looks of things, and her build was fairly average, with most emphasis being put into her hips. Her skin was a light tan hue, she had green eyes, and her hair was black, curly, and pulled up into a ponytail. Her outfit made her look almost like a stereotypical tourist, with a yellow Hawaiian shirt with light purple flowers on it, black cargo shorts, and tan sandals with white socks that went up about halfway through her calves. "Don't tell Blaineley, but I totally put a whoopie cushion in her pillow case! She's totally gonna get a good laugh out of-"

"ANNE, LET'S GO!" Blaineley hollered back at Anne, getting her to squeak before turning the camera around to face her and the contestants again. She really had to run to catch up to them, but she eventually did it, even though she ran out of breath in the process. At the bonfire area, each of the contestants was either sitting or standing by the available logs and barrels, with Blaineley standing at the podium and looking over them all again. "Everyone, welcome…to Camp Wawanakwa! This place is gonna be your home for the next eight weeks, and you're stuck with the people around you for those weeks, so you'd better get used to all of them." Artorias and Napoleon fist bumped again while grinning at each other. Darla stuck her tongue out at Anisa to taunt her, and successfully made the latter look away, all flustered. Colin was showing off Herman to Umber, who could hardly actually look at the little crab while Clover stood behind them and giggled amusedly.

"At the end of those eight weeks, there will only be one of you left standing, and that one will win the grand prize of one hundred thousand dollars!" A few of the campers grinned as they heard this, with others having similarly happy reactions to this. "Now, as far as sleeping arrangements go…there are two cabins that are split in halves. Girls will be on one half, guys will be on the other half, make enough sense to all of you?"

"Ah…where should I sleep?" Umber sheepishly asked, getting a groan out of Blaineley.

"Why don't you just pick one of the sides? So needy for attention, I swear…" Umber frowned slightly, as Blaineley's dislike for them became more and more obvious. "Now that the boring person isn't interrupting me anymore, we can get on with splitting you all up into teams! Uliana, Jaime, Braxton, Lady Belle, Anthony, Colin, Charlie, Hope, Clover, Dana, Sion, and Umber! You'll be our first of the two teams, which I'm going to name…the Killer Bass!" The host tossed a banner out towards the team, which ended up being caught by Braxton. He let it flow out, and it revealed that it was red in color with an emblem of a nasty looking fish on it.

"Killer? I don't think I have a single killer bone in my whole body," Uliana giggled to herself while the team bunched together, getting a good look at who all of their teammates were. Braxton and Anthony were both clearly agitated that they had been stuck together, though Lady Belle seemed all too pleased with this sort of arrangement.

"That's going to leave our second team to be…Courtney, Napoleon, Penelope, Petra, Florencia, Artorias, Rowan, Darla, Maggie, Anisa, Esprit, and Ollie! And you'll all be known as…the Screaming Gophers!" As the second team got together, Blaineley chucked a banner to them, which fell into the hands of Napoleon. As it rolled out, it revealed that it was green in color, with an emblem that…quite literally had a screaming gopher on it.

"This is just like a high school team name…so cheesy." Napoleon groaned as he looked at their emblem, but still took the time to look at his teammates, seeming somewhat pleased with the assortment of people that they had.

"Now, as you probably could've guessed, there are cameras all over this island, so you're really not going to have any chance to enjoy some privacy." Blaineley started to strut away from the contestants, when the camera suddenly cut away to reveal her sitting in an outhouse, visibly disgusted by the flies that were buzzing around her head.

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Confessional: Blaineley

"If you really feel the need to get away from your co-campers, though, you can always come to the confessional outhouse, where you can spill your secrets and inner thoughts to the viewing world!" Blaineley was in the midst of talking when a fly suddenly flew into her mouth, and she started to choke on it. She ended up punching herself in the throat, getting it to fly away while she gasped for air. "Just have to mind how appalling it is."

Confessional: Florencia

"This place is even more vile than the rest of the camp! Needs a good scrubbing with lots and lots of elbow grease!" It seemed that Florencia was breathing through her mouth, getting far too excited over the thought of cleaning up the confessional. "For my team…I'm excited to work with all of them! They'll definitely need a fearless leader, so I'm willing to shoulder that burden!"

Confessional: Colin

"I was looking at the beach a little bit, but I couldn't find any hermit crabs there…or any other types of crabs in the lake. Is this really a crab-less island?" Colin sighed while Herman crawled around freely on top of his head, clicking his claws together. "I guess it's fine, since I still have Herman with me! And lots of my teammates seem pretty nice!"

Confessional: Courtney

"Quite unfortunate that I've been placed on the same team as that Darla…her need to interrupt me while I'm speaking is quite a hefty irritation. I feel I'll find some better conversation with the rest of my teammates." Courtney dusted off the brim of his hat before plopping it back down on his head.

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"Before we get into anything else, it would probably be best for all of you to get settled into your cabins." Blaineley pointed out towards the campgrounds, showing the two cabins that looked exactly the same. "The Gophers can take the cabin on the west, the Bass will get the cabin on the east. You'll get half an hour to get yourselves situated, but once that time is up, come and meet us in the main lodge to find out where we're going next." The campers looked between each other, a few of them shrugged before they collectively headed towards the cabins, splitting off into their two teams. In the left side of the Bass cabin, the boys were taking a look around, as well as Umber, who was slowly trailing behind all of them. They were greeted to the sight of three bunk beds, enough for six people to sleep on, though this sight wasn't so much a welcome one for most of the campers.

"We…have to share bunk beds? I could take a top bunk to avoid the germs on the floor…but that just puts me closer to the cobwebs on the ceiling…ohhhh, this is such a difficult decision!" Charlie whined before Braxton strode by him, grabbing his things and chucking them onto one of the bottom bunks. "Hey, watch that! I've got some fragile items in those bags!"

"That head of yours has a fragile skull in it, too. I reckon you ought to be a bit more worried about that than your luggage." Charlie whimpered after Braxton threatened him, and he watched helplessly as the country boy took the top bunk over the bunk that he declared as Charlie's. "Now, I'm sure not all of us are too pleased with these arrangements, but we'll just have to buckle up and deal with it. Won't be too long before one of us gets going, anyways."

"It'll be you if we're any lucky, mate." Anthony chuckled as he helped Umber up to the top bunk of one of the beds. The ladder happened to be broken on that one, and they just couldn't get up without his help. "All taunts and teases aside, what do you guys think of the sheilas on our team? Pretty hot, I'd say."

"I think Clover is quite nice," Umber murmured, but it seemed that nobody actually heard what they were saying.

"I wasn't really paying attention when the teams were getting put together, if I'm being honest. I was a little more invested in showing Herman the cool bonfire area!" Colin placed Herman right in the middle of the one desk that was actually available in the room, which seemed to annoy Braxton, but he didn't say anything about it.

"I feel like there are better things that we could be focusing on rather than the girls on our team…like me, for example! I think that I should get a chance to talk to each and every person on the island, how else am I gonna make friends?" Jaime chuckled to himself, but when he saw that no one was looking at him, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. "Y-you could at least look at me when I'm talking…" Meanwhile, in the Gopher girls' cabin, each of the women were watching while a mysterious seventh woman stood in the middle of the room, grumbling to herself while cleaning.

"They could've at least given me more time to get started on this wreck before letting the campers come here…unbelievable." The woman continued to groan and grumble, finally finishing off all of her cleaning and turning to face the woman from the team. She was tall, quite tall, in fact, with a fairly well-toned body. Her skin was lightly tanned, and she had these mysterious red eyes that had an intense stare about them. Her hair wasn't too long, only going past her shoulders and being slightly wavy. It was two-toned, as well, with a medium brown color being the bulk of the hair while red streaks came into play throughout it.

"Alright, ladies. My name is Mallary, I'm the intern in charge of all the upkeep on the campgrounds. I've just finished cleaning up this cabin, and you will all make sure that it stays in tip top shape…lest you want to face my wrath." There were some mixed reactions in the crowd from Mallary's threat, but most seemed slightly nervous about her tone. She had fun, summery clothing, with a light blue top that was almost off the shoulders, just exposing the white straps of her bra. She also wore lightly tanned capris, and white, high-heeled shoes. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Not in the slightest," Darla snickered as she brought in a heap of dirt from outside, tossing it right onto the floor. A few of the other women gasped as they saw a vein about to burst in Mallary's forehead, but were even more shocked to see Darla suddenly rolling around in all the dirt that she had just dropped everywhere. "This is what you wanted us to do, right?"

"She's bold, I'll give her that," Penelope shrugged, walking right over Darla to head to one of the bunks, with the menace on the floor grinning like a devil.

"You're not wearing any underwear!" Darla pointed out, hoping to fluster Penelope, though she simply turned around and smiled.

"Too constricting for me. Plus, gives everybody else the easy access that they'll probably need." Penelope plopped herself down onto her bed, pointing to the one right above her. "Petra, Florencia, you two can probably share this one."

"No thanks! I like to be on a bottom bunk! Easier to get out of in the morning!" Florencia marched to one of the other bottom bunks, leaving Penelope to stare at Petra expectantly. The German woman looked around a bit, before smirking and taking the last of the three bottom bunks.

"O-oh…I have to be on one of the top bunks…I see…" Anisa got really quiet, slowly climbing onto the bunk above Florencia's, leaving Darla on the floor and Maggie by the door.

"Very well…kuku, I'm just fine sleeping above the pervert." Maggie trotted and stood right in front of Penelope, leaning forward with her emoji eyes all excited. "I will give you a fair warning now! I wake up at three in the morning and I go to bed at one in the morning! I've got a lot of research to do, and no time for sleep, so I hope you're okay with a bunkmate that's always awake."

"I usually stay up that late drawing smut, anyway, so it won't bother me." Penelope wasn't too pleased with getting Maggie above her, but a quick glance at her hips did change her mind a little bit. As everyone got themselves all situated in their new rooms, they didn't realize how quickly time was passing. Soon enough, that whole half hour had blown by like it was nothing, leaving them all to head to the main lodge, as was requested by Blaineley. The lodge was a fairly large building, with a couple sets of long tables and many seats at them for everyone to sit at. There was also a kitchen near the back, with a tall, angry man standing in front of it and shouting at all of the campers.

"Listen up, all of you! I serve meals three times a day, which means you'll be eating three times a day! You don't get here on time, you don't get to eat, simple as that!" This man had dark, chocolate-toned skin, and an incredibly muscular physique. He was bald, but he had a matching mustache and goatee combo that he was sporting, as well as a unibrow. As far as clothing went, he was dressed up as a typical camp chef, wearing white a white apron and chef's hat, a yellow polo, green slacks, and black boots.

"Makes sense to me! I'm sure that it's probably some of the best food that the world has to offer!" Esprit was happily the first in line to receive his meal from the chef, and even though the food that he was served looked like nasty gruel, he didn't seem upset at all. He even took a bite of it right while he was there in line, chewing slowly. "Wow! This is amazing!" He maintained a smile for a whole three seconds before suddenly vomiting all over the chef's face. A few of the other campers gasped as Esprit wobbled before falling onto the floor while the chef used his apron to clean off his face.

"You know, on second thought…I don't think that I'm that hungry today!" Ollie started to walk out of the line, but it was of no use, as the chef flung spoonfuls of gruel right at his face, with a good bit of the firepower landing in his mouth, giving him no choice but to chew it and swallow it. He was clearly not a fan of the taste at all, but he didn't vomit like Esprit.

"It really can't be that bad…I've tried gumbo made by a New Yorker before, so I doubt this will be any worse than that was." Lady Belle happily took a tray full of food and sat down to eat, with both Braxton and Anthony rushing over to join her, just as she had wanted them to. "Oh…but I do feel rather weary from all this meet and greetin'...perhaps you boys wouldn't mind feeding me and givin' me a nice massage on my shoulders?"

"Why, it'd be my rightful pleasure to make sure that your shoulders ain't gettin' all tense." Braxton grinned, getting up from his seat and standing behind Lady Belle to rub her shoulders, leaving her to stare at Anthony with her mouth open.

"Well, I guess I wouldn't mind makin' sure you're keeping yourself fed and all." Anthony smiled as he took a fork to the meal, slowly feeding Lady Belle. She was in absolute heaven with both of the boys serving her, and true to her word, the taste of the gruel didn't seem to bother her.

"Oh, Mister Chef, I'm sure that your food tastes great, some people can just be a bit overly critical." Rowan smiled at the chef, holding his tray out and successfully securing himself a bit more food than what the others had been given. Admittedly, he wasn't sure that he actually wanted to eat all of it, but he didn't complain. "Thank you!"

"Seems like all of you have met my lovely co-host, Chef Hatchet!" Blaineley walked into the main lodge just as everyone was sitting down, excited to see the miserable looks on many of their faces from the lousy tasting food. "I just stopped by to let you know that the first challenge of the season will be taking place in exactly one hour from now, so definitely don't be late! Oh, and you might wanna wear your swimsuits…you're definitely gonna get a little wet!" With that brief announcement, Blaineley took her leave from the lodge, with several contestants curious as to what the challenge might be.

"I didn't actually expect them to have a challenge so early on, but they probably want to keep us on our toes. I was just hoping that I'd have a chance to dig around a bit before getting to any of this…" Dana sighed, setting her club down on the ground next to her table. It made a loud thud when it hit the floor, and definitely shook the table a bit, startling Hope. "Anybody have any guesses as to what this challenge might be?"

"Oh, if we're swimming, maybe it'll be water aerobics, yes! I'm not very good at those, though…" Uliana blushed slightly as Penelope stared at her, grinning at the thought of what she might look like in her bathing suit.

"Well, whatever it is, it really can't be that bad." Napoleon grinned to himself, but when that hour of freedom was up, his grin hadn't lasted. Each of the contestants found themselves standing at the top of a massive cliff that was overlooking the lake…far…far below. "...I should've kept my mouth shut."

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Campers:

1. Anisa Mwangi, the Musical Therapist

2. Anthony Handerson, the Simp

3. Artorias Daye, the Flirtatious Scaredy Cat

4. Braxton Twang, the Talk of the Town

5. Charlie Marvin, the Responsible Geek

6. Clover Dew, the ASMRtist

7. Colin Turner, the Crab Fanatic

8. Courtney Broussard, the Boujee Southern Dandy

9. Dana Starshine, the Phase-Changing Nerd

10. Darla Morgan, the Devil's Advocate

11. Esprit Nishida, the Playful Stargazer

12. Florencia Lorenzi, the Class President

13. Hope Anjoy, the Pessimistic Drag

14. Jaime Blanc, the Psychic

15. Lady Belle DeRusso, the Deadly Beauty

16. Magnolia "Maggie" Devoe, the Experimentalist

17. Napoleon Hauer, the Manipulative Jock

18. Oliver "Ollie" Warren, the Runaway Acrobat

19. Penelope Plum, the Ecchi Entertainer

20. Petra Dimegate, the Vivid Daydreamer

21. Rowan O'Conner, the Sympathetic Sweetheart

22. Katama Sion, the Vicariously Embarrassed

23. Uliana Yakovlev, the Adorable Florist

24. Umber Felguard, the Composing Savant

Hosts:

1. Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran, the Hostess

2. Chef Hatchet, the Chef

Interns:

1. Anne Banovic, the Class Clown

2. Mallary Russell, the Aspiring Headmistress

Killer Bass: Anthony, Braxton, Charlie, Clover, Colin, Dana, Hope, Jaime, Lady Belle, Sion, Uliana, Umber

Screaming Gophers: Anisa, Artorias, Courtney, Darla, Esprit, Florencia, Maggie, Napoleon, Ollie, Penelope, Petra, Rowan