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Allie felt a little stupid for assuming he was a fellow contestant, but tried to shake the feeling. 

“Yeah just a bit ago. Seems like an…interesting place.” she mused, looking around at their environment. “So when does filming officially start?” she asked, studying Bailey. In her past experience it was smart to be on the cameramen’s good side. 

Bailey regarded her like he would an impressive feat of architecture in a foreign country; clinical, fleeting, and a little uncomfortable. His focus was on the job at hand-- familiarizing himself with the set-- and hoping against hope that this was all just a tasteless joke arranged by Jack. After ten months of communicating almost exclusively with elephants, he had a hard time coping with the scrutiny of... well, a person.

Bailey scrubbed his hand over the stubble that already shadowed his face, turning to regard the stables in the distance. Limited options for framing, but he could work with that. “Tuesday, seven AM. Don’t wear yellow.” He’d heard the EP was salivating for shots of the contestants in the cornfield, which could only mean a sweltering day, long hours, and an egregious amount of complaining. “Have you done this before?” He could only hope that she’d be a seasoned pro at this, considering his own lack of experience with reality TV (both watching and contributing).

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Adam wasn’t going to argue with changing to get dry, his teeth feeling like they were gonna rattle out of his skull. He waved off Bailey’s complaints, certain that Bailey had probably endured and survived far worse in his lifetime.

He looked up when Bunny reappeared, confusion crossing his features when she mentioned Wyatt. “Wait, this is the ship he was talking about?” He asked with a frown. It was not nearly as inconspicuous as Adam had been led by Wyatt to believe, and his stomach turned at the thought of being pursued in it. “Who’s ship is this?”

     They clearly didn’t trust her, which was to be expected as she in turn did not trust them. She wasn’t happy about the fact she’d be hiding a group of convicts on her personal boat, but there wasn’t much she could truly do about it if she was honest. Inspecting her perfect manicure, she looked to the first man who spoke and arched a brow “I’m Bunny. Wyatts cousin.” she replied firmly, moving her hand to flip her hair over her shoulder dismissively.       “This is my boat, and I’ll be much obliged if you don’t destroy it while I ferry you all to freedom.” Her reply came with a wrinkle of her nose, distaste in her tone before she sighed and shook her head. “Wyatt had to lie about the nature of the boat in case anyone got wind of the plan, so you’re welcome I guess. Help yourself to the bar and kitchen, it’s all fully stocked. Although don’t touch my gold tequila, otherwise I’ll make you throw yourself overboard” Bunny informed them, pointing a sharply filed finger at them each in turn. 

Bailey didn’t waste any time the second she said ‘bar,’ immediately making a beeline for the closest bottle of dark booze. He hadn’t had a drink in almost half a day, which was unthinkable for someone who’d been an alcoholic since grade school. He twisted open a fifth that smelled strongly of scotch, too desperate to bother reading the label before taking a swig. He didn’t process any of the girl’s words until the warm liquor hit his stomach, ignoring her warning with the ease of a former teenage delinquent. (Not to mention the fact that she looked younger than his daughter.)

“I’m not sure what you’re expecting, but Wyatt’s pals aren’t known for their table manners,” he croaked after downing half a pint. He waved a hand at her fancy-ass bar, demeanor far less hostile now that he was balls-deep in whisky. “You might want to hide your gold tequila. It’s not going to last the night.” He eyeballed the burly don’t-fuck-with-me types shadowing the door, already suspecting that they’d be the first to go. If there was anything that their dysfunctional group had in common, it was anyone resembling a guard.

Adam felt Bailey thrashing in the water beside him but had the good sense to swim away from the guy for fear of having them both pulled under. Luckily the woman’s guards jumped in and managed to pull them to the safety of the ship, though Adam was unaware that this was the ship that they’d been looking for since Wyatt had led them to believe that it was going to be some kind of cargo rig.

“I’m gonna get the hang of it.” He muttered to Bailey, trying to keep his distance for fear that Bailey might be irritated with him on account of almost drowning. “Thanks for the help.” He offered towards Bunny and her men.

     Watching with bored eyes as her men hauled the strangers out of the water, Bunny wrinkled her nose in distaste at their soaking exteriors and nodded, shooing them in the direction of the door to the lower decks. “Sure, sure. Whatever, go and get yourselves dry and changed into the spare clothes we bought, I won’t have Wyatt chewing me out cause two of his break out buddies died due to their sheer stupidity.” her words were harsh, but her voice held a hint of concern, she would never admit this; but she did worry for all those she was supposedly rescuing from this joint..      She gave them adequate time to re dress themselves before entering the lower decks, quickly seeking them out before she leaned against a doorframe and stared the pair down with her cold gaze. “You’re the first ones to arrive, I was expecting Wyatt, honestly. Do you have any idea when the rest will arrive? We can’t stay here forever, people will get suspicious.”

Bailey nearly pounced on Adam the second he saw the man get plucked from the water, but managed to quash the impulse when he saw that they were surrounded. Even before he got thrown into Belmont for twelve years, his social skills left something to be desired, but at least his survival instincts were firmly intact. Those same instincts protested loudly at getting ushered into the depths of the ship, unwilling to be caged again when he’d just left another behind. The mention of Wyatt’s name lowered his hackles a bit, but not enough to keep him from shooting a glare at anyone who dared to get close.

The opulence of the boat was unexpected and overwhelming, though he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised when it came to Wyatt. Once below deck, Bailey changed out of his soaked clothes in record time and threw the whole wad at Adam. “Don’t do that again. I didn’t like it when you stuck us in a tree, and I definitely didn’t like it when you dropped us in the fucking o--” He abruptly cut himself off when he heard footsteps descend, turning to level a suspicious look at their rescuer. She looked like a teenager, and not at all like someone Wyatt would enlist for a prison breakout. 

“Probably another twelve hours,” Bailey said slowly, trying to determine his chances of escape as someone who couldn’t swim. “Who’re you?”

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Atreus didn’t know how to answer Bash’s question, staring like a deer caught in the headlights instead. “I was cold.” He choked finally, giving a partial truth in lieu of admitting everything else to Bash. “And I didn’t want to seem like a creep by suggesting to Kendall that we cuddle.” He gestured helplessly, gingerly moving to sit on the edge of the bed while maintaining eye contact with Bash. 

“He’s trying to sleep.” He whispered, nodding to the lump on the bed behind him. “And Bailey would never suggest that we cuddle.” He assured Bash.

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“Doesn’t he?” Bash snapped at Bailey’s quip. Atreus basically did need a chaperone, as far as Bash was concerned. He blinked at Atreus’ answer and the reason for it, though glared at Bailey turning away and leaving space enough for another person. Not that Bailey could see it, but Atreus would. “So come find me, chorra.” Bash clearly wouldn’t have cared what his roommate thought of Atreus coming in because he was cold. 

Bailey was trying to get rid of both of them, maybe, and Atreus didn’t seem inclined to leave so Bash paced like a caged animal. “Who gives a fuck?” He growled, when reminded that Bailey was trying to sleep. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, then, and let him.” 

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Bailey grumbled audibly from his corner as both intruders alternated between addressing and ignoring him, making sleep an improbable goal the longer the two of them stood there. He flicked back the edge of the sheet to eyeball Atreus, debating how true the statement should be (he probably wouldn’t suggest that they cuddle, but if it pissed Bash off, he was willing to take the dive). 

“Would you like to cuddle, Bash?” Bailey asked gravely, utterly deadpan. “And then shut up about it?” He retreated back into the mound of pillows he’d punched into submission, making a show of going back to sleep. “Save him a spot at lunch and vent about it later. Or put it in your diary, whatever the fuck it is you do.” He made a bleary gesture at Bash as he turned to Atreus. “He can stay if you can get him to stop whining.”

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Atreus nearly fell out of the bed, though whether that was in response to Bailey’s sheet falling off of him or Bash yelling was anyone’s guess. He stood awkwardly beside the bed, looking absolutely guilty. 

“Just saying hi.” He insisted desperately, holding his hands up in front of him. “He was asleep!” He paused, frowning in confusion. 

He shushed Bailey’s complaints, looking to Bash. “What are you doing in here?” 

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So Bailey was definitely naked, given that his sheet had totally fallen off but Bash kept reminding himself that Atreus wasn’t though it didn’t improve Bash’s mood too much. The guilt splattered over Atreus’ face wasn’t helping either. “Not asleep now, is he? And if he was asleep why were you saying hi?” Bailey complained but Bash didn’t really think he had any right to complain about anything so all he did was storm over and yank the blankets up to cover the other man. No one needed to see that, especially not Atreus. 

“I was looking for you to trade bunk mates. But then you weren’t in your assigned one so I went looking.” 

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“Hi,” Bailey grunted from underneath his pillow, murmuring something unintelligible when the sheet was thrown back over him. He pulled it up to his shoulders and made a futile attempt to block out the noise, but gave up at the sound of Bash’s increasing irritation. He resigned himself to another trademark morning at Belmont, grumbling under his breath as he rolled onto his stomach. 

“Give it a rest, Bash,” Bailey groaned, his voice muffled from where his face was buried in the mattress. “This isn’t the antebellum South. He doesn’t need a chaperone.” His hand emerged from the blanket to grope along the bottom frame of his bunk and retrieve a flip phone. Both disappeared beneath the sheet, a pale blue light illuminating through the thin fabric before Bailey released another crotchety sound. “It’s 5am.” He threw back the sheet and sat up just enough to shoot both intruders a bleary-eyed glare. “Go back to bed. You can play Pride and Prejudice later.” He shifted closer to the wall, leaving space on the bed behind him, either as an invitation to Atreus or a pointed move directed at Bash. Either way, it wasn’t his problem for another two hours.

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Atreus’ had tried to be as quiet and subtle as possible, but it clearly hadn’t worked. His eyes widened as Bailey rolled over, having to bite back the smile that threatened.

“Hey,” He whispered, trying not to scare Bailey for fear that he might start throwing punches if too rudely awakened. “It’s just me.” 

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It was early but Bash generally didn’t sleep in anyway. Besides, with this new bunk assignment situation he wanted to track Atreus down and swap out whoever they were supposed to be with so they could room together. It just made sense. But then Atreus hadn’t been in his assigned room, which irritated Bash, so he’d gone looking for him only to find him in Bailey’s room. That wasn’t what he wanted to see. 

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” He growled, storming in and crossing his arms. He really wanted to yank Atreus away from the half naked Bailey but restrained himself, just. At least Atreus had his clothes on, that was something. 

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Bailey rubbed the sleep from his eyes and squinted at Atreus through the dark, his hair sticking every which way and a distinct pillow crease striping across his cheek. He glanced at the bunk above him, figuring Dustin was busy with whatever Dustins did, considering he hadn’t heard or seen the man since he’d been moved into the room.

“What time is it?” he grunted, brows furrowing in want of more sleep before concern flickered across his face. “Are you okay?” He started to sit up and dislodged the sheet pooled around his waist, but did nothing to stop it from slithering to the floor when Bash stomped into the room. Bailey rolled his eyes and fell back with a groan, pulling the pillow over his head and resolutely ignoring the chill in the air. The heater was probably broken already. “You guys work it out. I’m going back to sleep.”

It was way too early in the day to be waking up, but Bailey never slept well with someone hovering over him. He tried to ignore it, all too aware of the hazy blue tint that streamed in through the windows, indicating that the sun hadn’t come up yet. Even worse was the crisp air that a decade at Belmont had taught him to recognize snow, which wouldn’t be a problem until their ancient heating units predictably started breaking down.

Bailey refused to open his eyes, assuming that whoever it was would eventually lose interest and wander away. Unless it was Rory or Kendall-- in which case, sleep was probably moot. “Waddayawant,” he grumbled into his pillow, rolling over slowly with a grimace.

“I’ll take it. Better than whatever the fuck I have.”

“Hey, some of us have had bad experiences with hall monitors,” Kendall teased, though the irreverent description did bring a smile to her face.  The paper of her ‘dress’ crinkled as she shrugged in response to his follow up question.  “I haven’t seen him, but given whose party it is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he made an appearance.”  A quick glance around yielded no definitive answers, but the room was dim and crowded, and with the costumes Kendall didn’t doubt she’d missed many of the attendees in her sweep.  “You think he’d even dress up?  I mean, I doubt the stick allows it, but if he did–”  She turned her attention back to Bailey, mischief sparkling in her eyes, “what do you think he’d go as?”

Kendall was right about Wyatt; Ash stuck to him like a malignant tumor and it was easily everyone’s least favorite thing them. He scoffed at the notion of Ash dressing up, finding it highly unlikely that the man would ever attempt something that required even an ounce of humor. “He’d need to unclench for that to happen, and he’s had a perpetual cramp since birth,” Bailey said with disdain. “Otherwise, he’d probably be something tasteless like a nazi or a priest.” Knocking back the rest of his drink, he eyeballed the costumed people around them as if he could pick up on Ash’s doom and gloom. He was already giving Mac a wide berth, who seemed dedicated to wrecking havoc tonight. “Pretty sure it’s entrapment sending staff in here,” he grumbled. As much as the facility emphasized a no-violence policy, it seemed to delight in pushing them all as close to the brink as possible.

Marry Jack - make it official with my nagging wifeFuck Atreus - might enjoy being the mistress?Kill Ash - someone has to be the hero

Fuck Atreus - stop making me say thisMarry Kendall - how old is sheKill Leland - it’s time

Fuck Atreus - do I have to explain whyMarry Leland - god help meKill Ash - who the hell would do anything else