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itsphillips·:

-`д´- :·ﾟphillip nodded, giggling like a little kid. “it’s always time to celebrate christmas! we’ve got to keep the spirit going all here, don’t we?” as he continued to dance, his hands moving around everywhere, only proving he was a tall dork, he watched the other, wondering how someone could be so s t a c k e d and still look like a total and complete dork. that question was always interesting, because his humor wasn’t one that most people understood why he enjoyed it. “honestly? dad jokes. those really s t u p i d jokes that you really s h o u l d n ‘ t be laughing at. that’s my kind of humor. i adore puns, the good kind that you’d really have to think about.”

“Yeah, man,” he said, pumping his fist in the air. Baxter could completely get behind the idea of filling this place with Christmas spirit and merriment. Bouncing along to the music that was beginning to play inside his own head, Baxter nodded to the words of the boy in front of him. “Oh yeah? Those are my specialty! Well, those and anything about medieval knights,” he told him with a bit of a chuckle. “Any person who knows how to be punny is a friend of mine!”

#phillip

itsflynnsrider·:

-`д´- :·ﾟfidgeting with his hands, flynn hoped that the two of them could talk about everything that’d happened over the last few days. he hadn’t meant to cause any drama, hadn’t meant to frustrate anyone, but he wanted to know if he was alright. as he heard him like the drink, he knew that at least, he had that going for him. at least then, he could talk to him about this without him trying to attack him in any way. “i’m glad you like it, mate. it’s my own creation. reminds me of my childhood and playing dungeons a n d dragons.” flynn honestly didn’t mind that anyone knew, in fact, he kind of liked the idea of it. perhaps his childhood wasn’t a l l as bad as he thoguht it was.

taking a deep breath, he looked at him, his expression serious again. “jessica. do you like her? how do you feel about her? because if you do like her, i don’t want to s t e p on your toes.” flynn liked jessica, he did, but he also really liked lottie. at this point, he was still confused, not sure what he wanted to do. but if baxter l i k e d jessica, that meant flynn could try things with lottie. all he wanted was to know. “i just want to know what you’re thinking, you know.”

Baxter’s eyes got wide. “You play?” he asked, rather intrigued. “I brought all my stuff with me! Would you want to play it here?” he kept rambling. Honestly, the thought of more people playing around here made him completely light up. He’d thought he’d be the only one in here even remotely interested, aside from Nomi.

The archaeologist continued to sip on his drink as Flynn began to talk. “Mmhmm,” he nodded, straw still in his mouth. When the questions got a bit more complex, he finally stopped drinking. “I think she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and she likes to let me talk about my career, which is a huge deal for me,” he explained as much as he knew how. “She’s really quite amazing,” he said, smiling widely.

#flynn

jessica-rabbit-brantley·:

“Well, at the very least, you need to be visiting schools with small children, doing assemblies about stuff like this. You are the kind of personality that could make a kid’s entire week. You could bring all kinds of cool stuff in, tell awesome stories. Who knows? You might be the person who inspires the next generation Baxter Lightfoots. Goodness knows the world could use a few more of you running around.” She might not be nearly as closed off and defensive as she was now.

His passion about his findings made Jessica yearn to know more, want to know exactly what is going through his mind. It made her want to learn about something she hadn’t had to have a working knowledge of since her college years. This sensation hit even deeper when he said he’d have all the time in the world for her. The sincerity, the sweetness, the purity of it…It genuinely rendered her speechless. Jessica found herself unable to say a word, her eyes meeting his for a moment, then casting her gaze down to the water with a smile.

She could feel the heat of his gaze, her skin now on fire between Baxter and the sun above. What could she say? How could she react? Why didn’t she know how to react? All of this questions began to swirl in her head like a vortex before an answer was thrust upon her. Before she could react, a pair of hands and found purchase on her waist, and the redhead yelped in shock as she felt herself being picked up and brought out into the water. Her arms instantly wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as he brought her into the water.

As she begun what he’d done, part of her wanted to laugh and roll her eyes. She’d done the same to him, how could he not to her? What she didn’t expect was to suddenly feel his lips on hers…or for it to feel so wonderful. Her inhibitions gave way as she found herself not wanting to fight or question whatever was going on here. Jessica returned the kiss, breaking apart for a moment as they floated to the surface, her lips returning to his immediately once they broke the surface.

When they resurfaced, Baxter had to admit that he was worried she wouldn’t still be kissing him, but after that brief moment passed, the man let his lips meld into hers once more. He pulled her close, as his arms were still around her waist. Baxter had never had a kiss quite like this, and he was planning on savoring every moment of it. Despite how much he didn’t want to let her go, he knew that he could probably have some more of her if he played his cards right, so he slowly broke away from her.

“I was worried I’d get a slap for that,” he told her with a bit of a chuckle, though he kept her close. She was easily the prettiest girl he’d ever kissed, and he was still in shock that she wasn’t running away. “You’re a... a really good kisser,” he continued, smiling as his faced flush. “Though, I guess I really shouldn’t expect any less from a real life siren,” he admitted with a playful grin.

#jessica

amor-ian-lightfoot·:

Ian had started to get a little worried when he hadn’t seen his brother anywhere. Having never seen the show, he was worried that his brother might have ‘gone home’ or been ‘voted off the island’. Surely though, he would have texted him if he had, something along the lines of ‘I have failed in my quest. Come, we must partake in copious amounts of ale as I retell my exploits.’ His fears were quashed when a booming voice seemed to crash into his eardrums, followed by a familiar pair of arms around him. He’d never admit it, but Baxter always gave the best hugs. “O-Oh well, that’s kinda what one does when you travel someplace usually? Well, I know that’s not the case for family vacations. You always either need to eat or do something, usually both.” he teased, shaking his head as he looked down and back up at his brother. “Already made a lot of friends, I take it?”

Baxter scrunched his lips together and just shook his head at his brother. “Not here, buddy. Here, you put on your swim trunks and go out and meet the love of your life,” he boomed with excited as he let go of Ian and took a few steps back. Ever since he had come out, Bax was absolutely determined to be his wing man. After all, he studied an era in history was romance was a larger theme than almost anything else. He was determined to create that setting here as much as possible. “Yes,” he said, crossing his arms. “That’s exactly what you do here too. Eat, drink, and go talk to boys. Come on!” he said, grabbing his arm and yanking him out of the villa. “I did! And I’m gonna introduce you to all of them!!”

#ian

kelpcake-dory·:

Before Dory entered the villa she had made known that her memory wouldn’t be the best to the crew. Together they made a three ring binder of all the contestants with photos, names and a brief description. It was open in her arms as she repeated the names over and over again. Little post-it notes took over some of the pages with what she had liked best about them when watching the show. As soon as she entered she made her presence known “Does anyone know where I should put my stuff? Is anyone even here? This isn’t Punk’d rebooted is it?”

@amorinsulahq-starter·

Baxter had slept in a bit. It was only natural that he’d been sleeping so well next to such a beauty. In a great mood, he practically jumped down the entire flight of stairs and honestly wasn’t expecting to nearly jump into someone. “Oh! Hi! I’m so sorry,” he said, taking a step back to balance himself. “I didn’t see ya there,” he admitted sheepishly. “I feel terrible. Want me to help you get your stuff upstairs?” he asked, looking over her bags. “I feel like I need to make it up to you somehow,” he confessed.

#dory

( closed starter for @amor-ian-lightfoot )

Baxter had been in the pool all morning, but upon hearing there were a few new arrivals, he was being nosy. He bounced up the stairs trying to decide if he should take a shower before meeting them or just get some much needed rest. However, upon seeing his brother, Bax nearly tackled him. “Ian!” he screamed as he picked him up in a tight hug and twirled him around. “I’m so glad you finally got here,” he said, nearly bouncing with him before setting him back on the ground. “Why are you unpacking now, man? Come meet everyone!” he grinned, more than excited that his brother was here with him now.

#ian

itsphillips·:

-`д´- :·ﾟif he was going to pump himself up for falling in love on this island, it was going to to take quite a bit of the silliness that he showed his friends every day. that was how phillip found himself outside, in a pair of comfortable clothes and the first hat he could find, which for some reason, was a santa hat, which his mother probably snuck in there as a j o k e. but he adored it and as fun music blared outside, phillip danced, like a complete and utter lunatic, because life was all about having fun. and if his soulmate was here, he needed them to know that he could have fun. when he saw someone walking up toward him, he giggled. “i’m just having some fun, care to join me? i’d much rather the idea of getting to know someone when we’re laughing a bit.”

@amorinsulahq-starter·

The Christmas hat was something he just couldn’t ignore. “We celebrating Christmas in July?” he asked excitedly as he grabbed a beer and made his way over to the man. “I’m all for a good laugh,” he agreed, taking a sip and sitting down next to him. Baxter was curious as to what this man was about to bring to the villa. “So Mr. Clause, what makes you laugh most?” he asked.

#phillip

justinsgaston·:

。·:✧:· THERE WAS SOMETHING odd about this guy, something Justin couldn’t quite put his finger on, but it’d be interesting. “I do. She’s absolutely stunning and I knew she was the one from the first moment I looked at her,” he explained, sighing as he started daydreaming about Anabelle. What in the world had she done to him? Turning back to face the other sitting next to him, he tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out what type of guy he was. “What about you? Is there someone catching your eye?”

Baxter couldn’t help but smile as he watched Justin speak. He already seemed so smitten with Anabelle that he realized he probably had nothing to worry about with him. That was good. Nodding along with his thoughts, the archaeologist had to snap back out of it when he heard the question bounce back at him. “Well,” he started with a chuckle. “There is this one siren that I’m pretty sure has put a spell on me, but I’ll take it as long as it lasts,” he admitted.

#justin

jessica-rabbit-brantley·:

“Oh really? Huh…Well, you should think about it, should you ever grow weary of digging and such. You’ve got a rather genial disposition, I’m sure students would love you.” she answered honestly. “You’re also right about technology. However, I must admit I owe a bit to technology for my success, so it’s a double-edged sword.” She bit her bottom lip as she listened to his story, so many questions pouring into her mind. “Camelot? The Camelot? What makes you so sure you’ve found it?” she asked, wanting to absolutely delve down this rabbit hole.

His excitement at the prospect of him teaching her how to play was infectious and she found herself grinning from ear to ear. “You’d do that?” she asked softly, her eyes meeting his, her gaze uncharacteristically soft. “I’m afraid you’ll need to be patient…I’m going to have an awful lot of questions. I don’t know the first thing about any of this stuff.”

He felt his cheeks warm at the compliments, but it wasn’t something that Baxter could say he agreed with. “I appreciate the confidence, but I’m don’t think I’m cut out for it,” he admitted with a small shrug. It was nice that she thought he could though, and if she thought he was personable... Well, he could work with that. “Yeah! The castle I found had a few symbols here and there that were from druids, and the blueprints completely checked out!” he told her excitedly, more than happy to talk about his greatest find. “I have pictures I’ll have to show you something. They help me explain it more,” he grinned happily.

“Yeah, of course!” he beamed, puffing his chest out a bit. After all, he liked to consider himself an expert since it was so similar to what he did for a living. Running a hand through his wet hair, Baxter couldn’t help but smile. She was awfully easy to talk to while she was letting him go on and on about his passions. “It’s totally okay. I’ve got all the time in the world for you,” he told her.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t help but to keep staring at her. She really was mesmerizing. However, he didn’t want to look at her too long. She might start to get the wrong idea. Instead, he did the exact opposite before she had a chance to figure out what he was thinking. He quickly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back out into the water with him, nearly bringing them to the bottom. As he did, he kissed her, figuring she couldn’t escape him quite as quickly in the water, but at the same, really hoping that they’d have some kind of privacy on the off chance that she didn’t want to leave.

#jessica

tinkersdream·:

“Pancakes are preferred.” She pointed out before gesturing to someone else. “That one, with dark skin. Pretty eyes. I think he’s some kind of gin. He’s got that smile like he knows what he’s doing. Overly charming. I think he also likes the little sprite.” Teagan hadn’t felt this comfortable in a long time. She’d have to make plans to go to the Festival when she got back home. “Oh, see that one there, with the long red hair. I swear, she’s a mermaid or something.”

Baxter nodded. “If there’s mix around, consider it done,” he told her with a sly grin. He liked to think he was a man of his word, but sometimes things were completely out of his control. Like time. Man, did he wish he could control that somehow. “Ooo!” he said in awe as he looked the man over. “Got to be extra careful with him then,” he noted aloud, still making mental notes of everything she was saying. “Yeah, I spoke to her already. I kinda like her, I think, but she said she was a siren. I believe it,” he told her with a shrug.

#teagan

othersidefriends·:

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦ AFTER SPEAKING TO A FEW PEOPLE ABOUT HIS VOODOO, SEBASTIAN WAS ALMOST ITCHING TO GET HIS HANDS BACK INTO IT. mumbling under his breath, he headed back inside, trying to think of how to go about this. he knew that in order to properly get back into his craft, he had to ask his friends on the other side for forgiveness. he had to find the right way to word it and at the moment, sebastian really wasn’t quite sure, at all. seeing someone inside, on the table, he raised his eyebrows, completely confused. what in the world was he doing?

sebastian walked toward him, sitting across from in, leaning down to look at the cards, after he’d scared him. he hadn’t meant to, but now, he was curious. “sorry, mate. magic? what do you mean, magic? i’ve never seen magic like this before,” sebastian responded, glancing over at all the cards on the table. was this what kids were into these days? as he sat there, watching him for a moment, sebastian really wanted to know what was happening on this table.

Normally, he’d be nervous about someone watching him strategize, but Baxter was so focused right now that he barely even noticed once he was back into his thoughts. If he used his preferred method of attack, he’d have two points left over to use, but if he went with the combination using all of his points, he may be left vulnerable on the next turn. What he preferred, though, wouldn’t immediately kill most enemies. “Hmm...” he mused while he began to scratch his chin in thought.

When Sebastian spoke again, Baxter let out a heavy sigh and looked up at him. “Yeah, man. Magic,” he said, waving his arms over the cards like he was presenting them. “I’m one of the few who uses cards to this degree, but they help me visualize what I’m about to do. That way I can see all possible outcomes at once without getting confused,” he explained, almost in a tone that implied he thought that should be obvious.

#sebastian

itsflynnsrider·:

-`д´- :·ﾟwith all of the feelings rushing around in his head and so many others, flynn figured it was best to talk to all parties involved. he didn’t want anyone to hurt, not at all. that meant that in order to sort this out, he had to t a l k to baxter. he knew that in order to make this work, he’d have to make sure he knew that he wasn’t trying to step on his toes or anything. heading into the kitchen, he whipped up a drink, one that he actually took from one of the women he’d lived with. she called it something ridiculous, but flynn l i k e d to call it the castle drawbridge because of the way it brought your h a p p i n e s s up so quickly. he figured baxter would more than appreciate it.

whipping up the drink, he took a deep breath and headed toward him, glad that he was outside already. he made sure to put a blue u m b r e l l a in the drink along with a bendy straw to make it more festive. sitting down next to him, he held the drink out. “hey, look, i think we need to talk. i thought i’d at least bring a peace offering. this is a castle drawbridge and it’s one of my favorite drinks. i don’t want to s t e p on your feet, i just want to know where your head is at, really.”

@baxtertheelf·

Baxter was taking a break from the water. It was nice, but he wore him out far more than he cared to admit. Therefore, he was mostly just people watching for now. He wasn’t sure where Jessica was at the moment, nor Nomi for that matter, but he could enjoy the place without them. It was nice to just have some time to collect his thoughts on the other people here. Honestly, he had yet to come across someone that he really had any issues with.

As Flynn came up to him, Baxter greeted him with a smile. “Oh?” he asked, taking the drink. He wasn’t really sure what they needed to talk about, but the way he had approached him was making him a bit nervous. “Ohh, castle drawbridge! I like the sound of that,” he remarked, though, as he took a sip of it. “This is great,” he confessed before drinking more of it and looking up at the other man. “Where my head is at for what?” he asked, still a bit confused.

#flynn

surfingonaprayer·:

“Well, it was either teach surfing, or run diving expeditions, and as much as I like being in the water, watching people have panic attacks when they think their breathing tanks aren’t working, isn’t high on my list of things to do.” Chuckling a bit, David tilted his head a bit. “I mean, it ain’t that hard to be honest. But, I know it ain’t for everyone.”

Baxter’s eyes widened. “I’d love to do either of those things! I mean actually do them. I definitely couldn’t teach it,” he clarified with a bit of a laugh. Every time he was around the ocean, it was either too cold or over the edge of cliffs, so he’d never really had the opportunity. “Can you teach me then?” he asked curiously.

#david

tinkersdream·:

“It doesn’t have to be silver. But that is what you promised me.” She pointed out. “You can also pay in food, if silver is out of reach.” Looking around the pool deck, Teagan pointed out the smaller brunette. “Little book worm over there. She’s a sweetheart, pretty sure some type of sprite. Far too good for him.”

“Food, I can definitely do,” he agreed quickly. Baxter let his eyes follow Nomi’s direction and fairly easily spotted the girl in reference. “Sprite, huh? I’m not sure he knows what he’s in for then,” he said with a bit of a laugh. “Is he the only one?” he asked curiously.

#teagan

jessica-rabbit-brantley·:

“An archaeologist!? That’s really exciting! Sounds like you’re more of an Indian Jones type than Dr. Grant type.” she noted, leaning forward more in interest. “Well, that opens up to so many more questions. How does one become an archaeologist in today’s world? What’s your average day like? Do you have a favorite find?” Jessica asked in rapid fire succession, genuinely eager to learn as much as she could. His casual mention of D&D also sent an exceptionally rare flush of scarlet to her cheeks. “I have a confession to make…” she conceded, unable to actually bring herself to look him in the eye as she paddled her feet under the water. “I’ve always wanted to learn how to play D&D. Nobody was ever willing to teach me because they didn’t think I was serious about learning…”

“Well, I don’t teach,” he quickly corrected with a laugh. “All I do is research, but it’s all kinds of hands on. It’s so much fun! Honestly, I’d much rather live in the 13th century,” he told her with excitement. “Technology is such a hassle,” he said, waving his hand to rid himself of the thought of modern life. “It was easy, really. I’ve just always been into history, so I studied that in college. Then, I got my masters in archaeology. I’ve been travelling to random abandoned ruins since. I’m pretty sure I’ve found Camelot, but no one seems to believe me about that,” he rambled before ducking back under the water once more. It was so hot that he kept drying off too fast.

Her words had him swimming back towards her though with his eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Have you now?” he asked, his grin widening so much more than it had up until this point. The historian swam up to lean against the edge of the pool next to her. “Well... you know, I can teach you everything you want to know about it if you want. I brought my stuff with me, and I know Nomi plays too. Oh! We can have a campaign here just for you to learn!” he exclaimed, overly excited about that potential opportunity.

#jessica

scftporcelain·:

Beaux smiled as she sat beside the other; “I’m merely just asking of course-… did you want to go and look for sea shells-…?” she was just putting the question out there as well as the general interest for him if he really did want to come with her; “Oh I know that, but I figured maybe if you were interested then we can ditch this little pool and go down to the natural pool lined with sand and loitered with mother earth’s creations” that little sparkle in her eye.

Baxter pursed his lips and looked at her. “Well sure!” he exclaimed, allowing his face to light up at the thought of roaming around the beach, splashing the water with his bare feet. “Hmm...” he thought aloud as she swished back in forth in the water. “Right now?” he asked curiously.

#beaux

jessica-rabbit-brantley·:

Jessica looked at him warmly, biting her lower lip a little.·“Sweetheart, I’ve been in more laps than a napkin, from gangsters to good guys and everything in between. I’ve got nothing but time, especially for you.” she insisted, kicking her feet a little under the water. Something about the way Baxter conducted himself made Jessica curious to learn more. He seemed to be a little different from most, and she was quite familiar with·‘most’ guys. She had to know what was ticking under that doofy smile. It was in that smile that she was reminded of the men she’d actually dated for an extended period of time when she was younger and far less jaded. A light pang reverberated through her heart at the thought.

For a moment, Baxter wasn’t sure if he should be impressed by everyone she’d been with or worried that he wouldn’t measure up. He decided to stick with the former for now. His lips curled up into a grin as he began to think of all the things she might be able to do in that case, but he shook his head to get back on topic.·“If you say so,” he smirked, dunking himself under for a moment to cool off. When he reappeared, he shook his hair out and took a deep breath.·“Well, I’ve spent most of my life travelling. I’m an archaeologist and specialize in medieval eras, so I tend to gravitate to Europe a lot. If I’m not at work, then I’m usually playing D&D. To be honest, though, they kind of help each other out a bit. But yeah... Those are my two big loves really,” he told her, not sure how many of the details she’d want after that, but he figured she could ask for specifics if she wanted them.

#jessica

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