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one thing dalton never experienced growing up was bad weather storms extreme enough for him to be taken from his home to an actual safe house. so for him to now be seated in the corner of this room, large enough to have the many contestants in, was definitely nerve-wrecking. “are we going to be okay? how long do you think it’s going to last?” he kept questioning the person next to him. “what if we never get back out? what if we get blocked in? and — what if we run out of food? or worse, water?”

impression was everything, or at least it was in beckham’s head. though that idea didn’t seem to particularly come to mind when he entered the kitchen on his first morning on the island and made his way over to the counter, only for his hungry glare to land on whatever it was the person next to him was standing next to also. “uh..,” his stomach twisted and he scrunched up his face in disgust. “is that yours? are you actually planning on eating that?”

sure it sucked that everyone was stuck in a safe house and a threatening storm going on outside was one of the worst things that could possibly happen while being on formentra but lila still tried to make the most out of it, “so like all things aside, i missed lunch today how about we go find food and have a dinner date while being locked from danger?”

“Everyone loves a new addition mid-season to stir the pot a bit, don’t they?” Ethan said, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sporty looking sweatpants. Not like he actually was super sporty, but style was style. “I’m Ethan, I was just taking a look around. Sorry if I spooked you,”

Lydia was lounging by the pool as she saw the person coming closer to her, “Hello hottie.” she said as she slipped on her mimosa pulling her glasses slightly off her nose.

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