About two hours previous, Catherine Knight had arrived on the island they had claimed was like paradise. Though the light had already begun dimming by then, from what she could tell they had not been lying. The ivory sand on the shore was warm and soft and shifted under the weight of the new arrivals. Torches were already set up in anticipation of night, and lined the way between the crystal waves and the emerald palms at the edge of the what appeared to be a forest, maybe a jungle. She stood there for few moments, unable to stop staring at the evening sun reflecting off of the shimmering water. Her fingers itched to grab paints she didn't have and sweep the scene across canvas. With that angle, it would be aqua with bits of yellow, white, and a dash of orange on that side of the peaks. The shadow would be right about there, fading out over there and a sharp end on that side.
The sound of the boat that had brought her and a few others here taking off pulled her back to reality. The boat was surely heading back to the pick up for more contestants. On the way to the island, the boat had taken so many twists and turns Cat had noted there was no way she would have been able to give directions to or from the island. She grabbed her duffel and headed down the path designated by the torches. At the end she could see a building slightly resembling a very large hut. At the end of the path Catherine started up the steps onto the wraparound porch of the building, then entering through the doors into a large lobby-like area. Immediately in front of her was a high end table with an official-looking letter lying open on it. She stepped forward and skimmed it- it was from the head of the game show, addressing the contestants. The letter congratulated them and then apologized for not being able to make the welcoming dinner that night. There were brief instructions near the bottom to find their rooms and the dining room. Following the directions and making her way to the end table near a doorway on the right, she scanned a paper lying on the table to find her name and the room letter beside it.
Warily she headed around the corner into the doorway. The lights of the hall in front of her flicked on once she took as step in, and after glancing around she continued forward. On either side were sliding wooden doors; each slightly ajar. Finding room H she pushed the door open and walked in. Any furniture was sparse- a mirror, closet with drawers in the bottom, coffee table, and a low-to-the-ground bed that looked more like a cot were spread out in the room. Most everything looked wooden, cloth, or bamboo. The walls seemed thin, like the door. Setting her bag down on the bed, Cat dug through it for a change of clothes. There wouldn't be much else to do but mill around before dinner, and while that probably wasn't a white-tie affair or even of the cocktail caliber, she felt required to put on something nicer than the tee-shirt and shorts she had worn on the plane and boat-rides for comfort. The temperature inside seemed to reflect outside's temperature- warm, and probably cooling down a little- so she pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a blue tank top with a black lace tank over.
After a while of unpacking into the closet and aimless ambling about the building and the darkening shore, the clock on the wall read the same time that night's dinner was scheduled for-nine o'clock. It was later than Cat usually ate, not to mention she hadn't eaten since breakfast before she had left home that morning, so it goes without saying she was starving. Heading to the door opposite the hall of bedrooms, she opened it, entered, and whistled lowly. From the low-rate bed and small room she had been given, she had never expected this. A good portion of the walls were wide windows that displayed the ocean surrounding the island. Glare reflected off of them from the bright lights shining down from the ceiling. The china on the table was fine, with intricate detailing. The cups, containers, and utensils were sparkling glass and metal. In the center of the table there were various vegetables, fruits, meats, and pastas. Making her way to a seat around the circular table, Cat sat down and begun studying her plate, beside herself at the designs and detail work in the stars and symbols around the edges.