#swdinoing

[penned-cbarbosa]

The various dinosaur-themed songs intermingled in the DJ’s playlist had Celeste laughing a little from time to time throughout the night. It was corny but she didn’t mind it. Not only that but, dino costumes aside, it was actually nice to be off of the island for one night. She’d helped herself to two drinks and then nursed some ice water to be on the safe side. Truthfully, the music and dancing part of the night appealed to her a lot. Being on the yacht reminded her that, for however long she’d been on the island now, she really, really missed music--having access to it whenever she wanted, dancing to it in a class or in her apartment... or sometimes at clubs, once upon a time. In her mind, she’d dubbed her clubbing days over some time ago but tonight? She was going to make the most of it. It was why she’d chosen the outfit she’d chosen to flaunt once she was out of that silly costume. It was why she’d had enough drinks to enjoy but not to end up sloppy drunk. And it was why she was currently swishing her hips to the beat of the music, thoroughly enjoying the song she’d recognized. Her eyes shut for a few seconds while getting into it all but as she effortlessly turned in a circle in her heels, she opened them again, looking for someone to enjoy the moment with.

Eyes meeting another’s, she grinned and crooked a finger their way. “Come here!” she encouraged, not minding whether they actually joined her or just came over to talk while she continued to dance.

[devilofsf-cisco]

If, just hours earlier, you had told Cisco that the first thing he’d be doing upon joining the cast of this show was getting dressed like he was going on a hot date...only to be told to put on a giant dinosaur costume and board a yacht, he would’ve thought you’d gone crackers.

Yet here he was, boarding a yacht with a bunch of strangers. In a dinosaur costume. “Bloody hell,” was the first thing out of his mouth. He’d worn uncomfortable outfits. He’d been rigged to ball-crushing harnesses and wires that gave some God-awful wedgies. But this was something else entirely. And although he’d done his best to shrug it off and carry his usual ease and comfort, the situation didn’t stop him from telling the first person he crossed paths with, “I truly didn’t think I’d be wond’rin this early on just what I’d gotten myself into.”

[dr-astrid-zhang-mccoy]

@shipwrecked-startnconfess​ 

Astrid had never had more than one glass of wine in one go. But she wanted to have fun, and then she was hot, and then she was upset, and before she knew it she had five glasses. And for the first time in a few days, Astrid felt great. Maybe she was a little wobbly, and maybe she wasn’t making very much sense, but she was in a dino costume having fun, and maybe that was all that Astrid needed. Laying on one of the loungers, she made her best sexy pose (which was not easy in a dinosaur costume she was finding) before saying, “Paint me like one of your french raptors,” before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

[xaviernottheprofessor]

It was nice seeing everyone all gussied up. Made Xavier feel like he was a part of something. He had actual friends here. Not that the ones back at home didn’t count but there was no choice but to make real connections on this island. Man, why was he so emotional? What was in these drinks? He had left his blazer behind so that he could try to comfortably move around in this costume. Admittedly, he loved it.  Who didn’t like dinosaurs? And as he swayed in the background, watching the others hang, he began feeling a little warm. “Blame it on the Ah ah ah ah alcohol...” He danced in place; nursing his drink inside his costume. “This is fine. I love everyone.” 

@shipwrecked-startnconfess​

[juniwilson]

Juniper danced a little bit to the music on the yacht’s designated dance floor. The three hours had passed and Juni was halfway through their third cocktail. Being the lightweight that they were, they were definitely feeling the effects. Wearing the dino costume hadn’t been all that bad but they foudn themselves really wanting a drink and ended up waiting until there wasn’t a plastic window in front of their face to do it. Their half-gone mojito teetered back and forth inside the cylindrical glass as they shook their shoulders and hips while their head bobbed to the beat of the music. The head bobbing while drunk did nothing to help their lack of coordination, however and they stumbled a bit. “Oop!” they squeaked out, bumping into someone and as they stumbled backwards, they slurred, “Sorry, sorry, sorry! While you’re here though...wanna daaaance?”

[antony-malinowski]

@castillodeleon​ 

Antony had been having fun jamming out on the dance floor. Running man? Yup he rocked it. Sprinkler? He did it better than anyone ever had. He even got the DJ to do the Cha-Cha Slide just so he could see everyone in their costumes do it together (and it was as amazing as he had imagined it). He had been taking a small break (it was hot in the dinosaur suit after all) when he heard a voice that he recognized - the one that he always heard on the radio whenever he was driving to work. “Wait a second I know that voice,” he said turning to the dinosaur next to him, “I listen to you on the radio all the time!”

[raj-veerapen]

@shipwrecked-startnconfess​

Honestly it hadn’t taken much to convince the bartender to let Raj have a go at the bar, and before long he had gotten into the grove that he tended to get in at work - even occasionally flipping the shaker as he was using them just to show off a little. Was it a little weird doing this in a dinosaur costume? Absolutely. But it was fun and gave him a sense of normalcy that he had been looking for on the island since his fight with Rodrigue. “So I have two different dino-themed cocktails on the menu tonight,” he chuckled as someone walked up to the bar, “We have the Raptor-tail and we have the Jurassic Bomb. I personally recommend whichever one looks the best, but if you want to know what’s in them, let me know.”

[emmie-fitzgerald]

@shipwrecked-startnconfess​ 

It had been EXACTLY three hours to the second since Emmie had first put on the dinosaur costume, and she had practically ripped it off as soon as her time was up. She wanted the prize - whatever it was - enough that she would play the producers’ stupid game, but anything past that? Well that wasn’t happening. 

Angrily she dragged the costume over to the side of the ship, attempted to (very badly) crumple it out into a ball before dramatically throwing it over the side of the boat. “You better fucking sink,” she threatened the costume as she glared at it - the halfway deflated head slowly floating farther and farther away. “if I ever have to wear another one of those it’ll be too fucking soon.”