The Money Bag.

NAME: Finn Mackenzie AGE | DOB: 35 | December 2nd, 1986 PRONOUNS: He/They OCCUPATION: Philanthropist FACE CLAIM: Henry Cavill +PERSONALITY: Generous, Charismatic, Passionate -PERSONALITY: Impatient, Arrogant, Spoiled

SKELETON:

Comes from old money wealth, family actually owns the islands where Ship-Wrecked is being filmed.

Was brought on the show as part of the negotiation to film there and didn’t have to actually audition to be on.

Often has things handed to them on a silver platter.

ENDGAME: THE HOMETOWN HERO

TIDBITS:

morgan smirked the moment finn stopped speaking — so abruptly, at that. whatever could have caused it?? maybe the fact that their shorts were on the floor. she hadn’t expected to have that kind of power over him, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. they stepped out of the discarded garment and kicked it aside for now, taking another sip of wine. there was a smug little smile on morgan’s lips as she considered how to further tease him, eyes on his the entire time. “mmm… it’s up to you. but just so you know,” morgan added quickly, the idea finally coming to them. she’d make them wait for a moment however, as she finished off her glass and set it down, before pulling off her shirt right in front of them. of course, no part of their body was on display that everyone didn’t see on the beach most days, but he was clearly as eager as they were, perhaps even more so. “i’m not fuckin’ you in there. i wanna savor this at least a little bit.” was that too direct?? possibly, maybe even a little crass as well, but this was called the love shack after all. both of them knew where things were headed. now, morgan could make that declaration all they wanted, but whether they’d be able to stick to their guns in there with a naked, soapy finn in there with them was a different question entirely. “think you can handle that??” she asked, turning around to head toward the bathroom door, cheeks rosy as she thought about the view she was providing.

❝ tough choice. ❞ he smiled, removing his shirt without second thought only to falter as she seemed to. staring at the newly exposed skin, they forgot what was being discussed until they spoke again. the bluntness didn’t surprise them, they’d come to expect it from morgan ever since that day by the waterfall but regardless he couldn’t help but chuckle. he wasn’t in any hurry either, not this time, he’d just as much prefer to savor it. ❝ fair enough. i didn’t invite you here just for that, though, you know ?? we didn’t really get to just talk a lot the last time we had some privacy. ❞ as much as he did want to be with morgan in that way again, finn also just wanted time with her, in any aspect. enjoying the view for a little longer than they should’ve, he followed behind kicking off his shorts and boxers before easily scooping her up in one arm once he reached her. ❝ well, i’ll do my best. do you think you can handle it ?? ❞ they teased, pressing a kiss to her neck once reaching the shower.

february 14th. it was a day that hadn’t been too kind to morgan in the past, and they didn’t expect that to change this year either. until finn’s invitation to join him in the love shack. at midnight. on this date. she’d been so nervous all day long. this was different after all, this was premeditated. this was something that they could have picked anyone for, and they invited morgan. she couldn’t let herself think about anything else except the facts, that’s how she hurt herself before — letting herself think things that didn’t come to pass. hell, this invitation didn’t necessarily mean what they hoped, either, but they’d take things one moment at a time and let events unfold the way they were meant to. she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before stepping inside, smiling the moment she laid eyes on him. turning their head to focus on closing the door quietly, they gasped when they turned back and received a kiss, along with a whole stomach full of butterflies at finn’s words. “happy valentine’s day to you too, handsome,” she replied, standing on her toes and planting a sweet peck to their jaw in return. taking the glass of wine, they pressed their own lips together in thought at the different suggestions. ”as much as i’d love to sleep in a bed for once, i’m wide awake right now. a shower, however….” morgan stepped out of their sandals as they spoke, and unbuttoned their shorts with their free hand, apparently not wasting the time it would take to have this conversation and get to the bathroom first. “that would be wonderful.” the question was, would she be alone??

❝ thanks, ❞ they murmured, watching her with a small but fond smile. this holiday had always seemed so pointless to finn but this year he was happy to share it with someone as extraordinary as morgan. ❝ really ?? i crashed completely once i had access to one but i guess i didn’t-- ❞ their words died in their throat as morgan began undressing, icy blue eyes unable to look anywhere else. that was a sight they’d never tire of. fighting the urge to follow her example, he cleared his throat and went to pour another glass of wine for himself. quickly downing it, he asked the question that had been on the tip of his tongue since the mention of a shower. ❝ fancy some company in there ?? or would you prefer i wait out here until you’re done ?? ❞ despite their previous brazen actions finn didn’t want to be presumptuous when it came to their time here together. he was happy to oblige either way, even if he had a firm preference.

finn never really expected to win a reward let alone two in a row but they were quite proud of the feat. winning felt very different than just being handed things. with the two keys came the decision of who to invite, and when it came down to it, there was really only one person he wanted to accompany him and get to know better. it’d been something he’d been putting off since getting the first because of his own reservations but after the letter violet left him before leaving, he knew he didn’t want to make the same mistakes he made in the past. they still believed morgan would be better off with someone younger and closer to her home, however, finn knew that was ultimately her choice, not his. making that decision for her wasn’t fair. ❝ happy valentine’s day, beautiful, ❞ they greeted with a kiss to her cheek. ❝ having had to rough it out there all this time i’m sure you’d love to hit up the shower or tub or get some sleep on an actual bed. ❞ finn mused, offering them a glass of wine. ❝ but uh, we can do whatever you’d like. ❞ 

ending up with the name of someone finn had considered a good friend for numerous years now they expected smooth sailing with the questionnaire, yet found himself drawing a blank on quite a few questions. ❝ mate, if i botch this i am so sorry. ❞ @juniwilson​

morgan had been very excited to see what finn would show off for their talent. she hadn’t had the chance to speak to him since their little waterfall adventure, and the longer their shared silence went on, the more the awkwardness of their next encounter grew, at least for morgan. and what were they supposed to think without hearing from finn, except that maybe he wanted to forget about the whole thing?? she knew going in that they could never want her the way she wanted them, but still… when they noticed a bit of a commotion among the others, morgan watched attentively as he crouched, wondering if maybe he was about to do a spinaroonie, until the two girls sat on his shoulders. her heart dropped, mouth falling open as she watched. she didn’t even enjoy the incredibly attractive feat of strength, not when her mind was racing and her heart—it was silly to feel that way, morgan knew, but they couldn’t help it. apparently all she was for him was a release, not even a worthy prop. they needed answers. kicking up sand as she stomped powerwalked toward the barge of a human being, she didn’t meet his eyes until she stood directly in front of him and did her absolute damnedest to not seem upset. “yes, let’s. how do you survive on this island without your five dozen eggs every morning??”

being one of the lucky four to gain access to a real shelter, finn spent most of their downtime there, really only joining the others when it was required, like now. to others it may have looked like avoidance but he had a lot of rest to catch up on, and it wasn’t like anyone would be gone just yet. part of him did think maybe he should reach out to morgan but they hadn’t approached him since that day either, and he didn’t want to make things weird if it was just a heat of the moment thing. after all, there was a lot going on that day around them. he smiled a bit at the sight of her despite the clear attitude she approached with. ❝ funny. the cholesterol alone in that amount would be terrifying, ❞ they countered with a hint of a smirk. forgetting about the rest of the task for a moment, they pulled her aside. ❝ are you alright ?? you look like you want to kick me. ❞ a desire he could understand for maybe violet but finn wasn’t sure what he’d done to upset morgan.

Juniper grinned at their friend. “Uh-huh, I did!” They really were thankful that the producers had some twine and it was enough for them to do what they intended. And they were happy that they were able to give the bracelets out, not only to people they hoped they could start friendships with, but to also be able to give one to someone they already considered a good friend. They smiled brightly. “I’m glad it fits too. I tried to make them so that they could be a little bit adjusted since everyone’s a little different.” Looking down at the remaining bracelets, they said, “I’ll be right back,” and then they proceeded to hand out the rest of the bracelets with brief conversations with a couple of others before returning to Finn. “So!” They took a seat beside him, drawing their knees up. “Are you getting some better rest since you first arrived?”

❝ you did a great job, juni, it fits nicely. ❞ they remarked with a smile after adjusting it at the mention. ❝ of course, ❞ he added, happy to continue once they finished with the others in the group. turning his attention to her once more, he chuckled a bit at the question, knowing he’d been somewhat of a grump early on here. ❝ i am, yes, i think my body just needed to adjust to all this here. although, having a real bed again helps tremendously. what about you ?? ❞

He had already started with his little stand up comedy, getting the others in on a circle by a fire. It was a chilly night but hopefully some laughs would do the trick. He’d do something short before revealing his tell portion.  “…anyone ever go to war with inanimate objects? They can’t hear us but the rest of the neighborhood can. Nothing has felt my aggression more than the corner of my wood table. No, really. I’ve discovered that the primary purpose of your pinky toe is to assure that the furniture is still hard. Ow! Yep! still hard! Good for another year! Meanwhile, we proceed to hitting the same toe a couple hundred or thousand times. And I’m convinced baby furniture’s purpose is to literally keep you on your toes. I’ve never cursed so much until I met my nephew’s swing. I’m surprised I have toes at all…” 

knowing the comic from his days in london, finn wasn’t surprised by the stand up routine but that wasn’t to say it was unwelcome. xavier never failed to get a laugh out of them, so this was quite possibly their favourite talent of the night.  and what better way to spread it than fireside ?? finn listened closely, a little unsure where he was going with this at first but once it continued, he couldn’t help but laugh with the others. ❝ i think i would take that swing apart in the middle of the night, mate. save those toes, ❞ he called out, snickering.

For someone who preached about seeking counsel and being honest to your partner, Violet sure missed the mark and as she listened to Finn, she realized he wasn’t exactly wrong. She was always just running away from him, running away from the potential hurt and she wouldn’t be lying if she said she didn’t regret that slightly. Finn would always be her what if factor? What if they had talked? What if they had straightened things out? What if real life didn’t get in the way? 

Following his eyes and upon realization that it was too late to avoid the cameras, she groaned quietly. Violet was mortified and if she ever did have a chance to talk to Finn, she never imagined it would be like this.  And while she had so much to say, Violet couldn’t help but pause completely at his words. “Cara and William pushed you? Wait…” She shook her head and wiped her tears. “Why would they do that knowing I’m here?” Violet spoke between quiet sobs and when he placed his hand on her shoulder, a rush of emotions came crashing over her leaving her momentarily speechless. “…that’s what peanut butter cup drizzled popcorn and HBO Max streaming for days gets you. That’s the secret to this…” She flashed him a bit of a smile. “You look…better.” 

trying to understand his parents was something finn stopped doing years ago but he did know them well enough to piece things somewhat together. ❝ because they want me to and i quote, ‘grow up and settle down already’ so i’ll take over a family business i frankly want nothing to do with. you were one of my few exes they actually liked so it wouldn’t surprise me if they pulled strings. ❞ they’d done it to get him on here, who’s to say they wouldn’t do that too ?? finn was just sorry violet had to get tangled up in it too. drawing their hand back, they smiled sheepishly, not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable. thankfully, that seemed to calm her a bit. ❝ oh, is that the secret ?? i’ll have to remember that one then. ❞ he mused, chuckling. ❝ do i ?? well, i feel like rubbish, but i always knew i could pull off the rugged castaway look, ❞ he quipped. 

maybe it wasn’t the greatest sign of morgan’s awareness or subtlety that they completely missed the smirk, absentmindedly capturing their bottom lip under their teeth. she looked away abruptly. way to look thirsty in front of the whole country, mo’. once she’d sat herself next to them, she hadn’t really expected much conversation, thinking they’d want to keep relaxing, so when they turned… there went morgan’s eyes again. focus, morgan silently commanded herself, eyes darting back to finn’s. “ you make a good point, it’s just that our paths haven’t crossed professionally before and…” they trailed off, butterflies whirling about in their stomach when he spoke her name again. she’d admired him quite a bit over the years. “thank you, finn. when i first got started i never thought i would have accomplished much, but the kids remind me of myself in a lot of ways.” a lot of them had been mistreated or tossed aside just the same way she had, fed to the wolves. “it made me want to fight for them as much as i could, but i’d say any success is mostly luck.”

morgan had a point and while he and his family had their hands in numerous organizations, they didn’t work with or know them all. their knowledge on her work mostly came from his friendship and business relationship with juni. birds of a feather and all that. ❝ well, we’ll have to be sure to change that after we get out of this place. i would be happy to help you guys out any way i can. ❞ whether that meant volunteering, funding, or spotlight, they were glad to lend it. ❝ you are very welcome, ❞ finn smiled, listening attentively. he may not have known her full story but it was clear the cause meant a lot to her. ❝ don’t sell yourself short, i’ve worked with a lot of organizations and there are quite a few out there with people just working for themselves and their image. you actually care about the kids, that says more than you know. ❞

Juniper grinned fully and happily returned Finn’s embrace. “Right back at you!” So far, everyone she’d met had been nice but it was an elevated level of nice to see someone whom she already knew and considered a friend. Both of her brows raised as she drew back and looked up at him. “They…they did? Oh, then… you don’t want to be here?” She grimaced sympathetically at him, teeth bearing slightly as the corner of her lips drew down. “I’m sorry. But I’m also glad that you’re here! I don’t know if this was the right idea for finding a new relationship but I’m definitely curious, yanno?”

going into the details of how they ended up here wasn’t something finn planned on doing for numerous reason, yet, he trusted juni, and it wasn’t like she didn’t know things about him already. ❝ they did. i don’t know, it’s... complicated, i like being here but it isn’t really by choice. ❞ finding love this way just felt odd to them, it was a good way to meet others, it just felt less personal to finn. but he was interested in seeing how it went. smiling softly they shook their head. ❝ it’s unconventional but i’m sure it has merit and well, i’m sure you’ll have no trouble finding someone. but if i need to scare anyone off for you, just let me know. ❞

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There were few moments when a person found a kindred spirit; another soul so intrinsically aligned in values it was impossible not to get along. In that moment, if Penelope believed in magic, she might’ve thought she’d found her platonic soulmate. “That’s exactly what I’ve been saying!” She enthused, eyes wide and bright. She liked this person, and probably because they seemed a little familiar to her, and mostly just looked like they understood the importance of a good, proper bed. “They can’t expect me to fish! And to sleep on the sand? What do I look like? A dog? I am a woman with needs and some of those needs involve silk sheets!” She was raving, hands flowing wildly in the air. “You too, huh? You know, I thought this island would be more of a luxury experience, especially with all the money being shilled out for it.” She groaned. “Do you think we could sneak in to the bungalows and steal a bed? I know it’s breaking the rules, but at this point, my back is gonna break. And not in the fun, sexy way.”

finn knew this ‘adventure’ wouldn’t be easy but they hadn’t expected it to be quite this rough. maybe others were used to living this way but they certainly weren’t, adjusting for him hadn’t been as easy as it seemed to be for some of the others. finding someone that understood that struggle was comforting, a thought she seemed to share. her words brought a quiet chuckle from the scot, the silk sheets weren’t happening but he understood her exasperation. ❝ you thought it would be a luxury experience ?? i expected them to have us rough it but not quite this rough. they hid all the nice stuff, exactly, ❞ they nodded in agreement. finn knew very well that this island was normally much more relaxing. his family would never step foot on it otherwise. pausing to consider the idea, their lips pursed. ❝ we could try but i don’t think a bed would be the easiest thing to hide from all the cameras and they’d likely kick us out. plus, i have no idea how to pick a lock so unless you do... we may have to put in actual effort if we want beds. ❞

Thomas’ sweet tooth didn’t go away when he was on the island. But it wasn’t satisfied very often. Fruit just wasn’t the same as the amazing pain au chocolat or morning buns from the bakery near his condo. Still, he wouldn’t say no to some pineapple. That’s why he was on the hunt for something ripe when he came across one of the (gorgeous) new ship-mates. “You could always just move to the other side of the tree, you know. Then you don’t need a human umbrella.” It came off a little snarkier than he intended. He was just a bit hangry.

whether it was entitlement or laziness, finn wasn’t quite ready for the more demanding parts this show entailed. and not having access to coffee or real food certainly didn’t help his mood. expecting people to live without them was just... barbaric. ❝ of course, but that takes effort and i wouldn’t get to meet lovely people such as yourself. ❞ they deadpanned before cracking a small grin, taking notice that perhaps others were struggling as well. using a hand to block the sun a bit, finn’s gaze narrowed. ❝ say you look awfully familiar...  you wouldn’t happen to be a football player -- no, hockey, right ?? ❞ they corrected themself.