we will not give up on love now

Since it seems others are fascinated with the idea of introductions, here's mine.

Of all the ships in the world...

So.. Where to even start? The world has gone to shit and we're all here together. I don't even know what to say about that. I feel like a lot of you are acclimating well, but I'm pretty sure I'm still in panic mode. I feel like Troy in Community, in that one scene. You all know what I'm talking about. Does anyone else feel this way or are we all feeling chill now?

I've never seen Community, but if you need someone to sit with you while you panic, I would be really happy to try and help. This is all really a lot, and I hope you know that you're not alone, and sometimes we have to take things minute by minute. This is a huge life adjustment, and it's traumatic, and that's okay.

wait, why? did something happen?

Oh! I just mean... since, you know... the world ending, and everything? Isn't technically everything closed on Sundays, now?

For many reasons, Taylor was still sulking about this whole new life at sea thing—and probably would be for a long time. Because she was sulking, she hadn't spent much time outside of her cabin, although the realization that this was it, this little cabin with its one room and little window was basically her life forever now, had her creeped out enough to eventually venture out, if only to save her sanity.

Now, normally Marley Rose was not the kind of person who would simply demand that a stranger tell her what was going on. In New York City, everyone was a mind their own business kind of person. The greatest length Marley would go to was a smile, or paying for the person behind her. But, they were all on the ship together, which meant that they were something of family now. Or at least, that's how Marley was choosing to see it.

Ngl when the world started descending into madness I was kinda hoping for a Mad Max kinda situation so I could build the sickest bike the world had ever seen, but a boat's still pretty cool... do you think the captain would let me paint like... flames on the side or something?? Or like... maybe spikes or something on the hull, there's sharks in the sea right?? I mean I should figure out how to actually get to the parts of the boat I work in first, this place is a maze man, anybody know where the engine room would be??

I couldn't tell you much about the painting, because... I'd assume it would get washed off in the ocean...? But I did get a big welcome packet that had several detailed maps of the ship. I'm happy to share mine with you if you'd like!

I don't want to sound dramatic, but between my cat running off and me searching everywhere for him, getting completely turned around on my way back, and then spilling glitter all over the floor of our suite, I feel like I'm going to either end up at the spa or a bar on my very first day here. Maybe both? This place also keeps taking me back to that Disney cruise my Lola and Lolo took me on when I was eight. Just one day into the trip, the weather did a complete 180 on us, and while I didn't get seasick myself, pretty much everyone else on the ship — including most of the actors — did. It definitely wasn’t the magical trip we expected, and thinking about it now isn’t exactly helping my mood either.

There are so many other things to be sad about given the whole... state of the world, but honestly, you just reminded me that Disney World doesn't exist anymore, and that was kind of a gut punch. A very privileged gut punch.

cats can't elope, i would know, i've been lobbying for it for years. except sundays. they're closed on sundays.

Technically... isn't everything closed on Sundays, now? Oh, gosh, like what?! I didn't think cats could have skeletons in their closet. I honestly thought they just snuck mice in there? Wait... he... put a what on a what? I mean, Clarice has been spayed... do you think he's going to leave her over that?!

has anyone seen lord tubbington? i took my eye off him for two seconds when i was getting us some ice cream, and now i can't find him anywhere. if you see him, please just tell me, d͟o͟ ͟n͟o͟t͟ ͟a͟p͟p͟r͟o͟a͟c͟h͟!͟!͟!͟ he will try and get you to "support his small business", but it's just an mlm - not the good kind!! - and he's just trying to get you in his down-line. he d͟o͟e͟s͟ ͟n͟o͟t͟ have a family to support, he's a free-loader who swindled me out of three hundred dollars.

What are the chances that Lord Tubbington and Clarice ran off to elope together? I did name her after Julie Andrews's character in The Princess Diaries, but do you think Lord Tubbington had higher aspirations? King Tubbington? Oh, no... do you think he's trying to swindle her, too?!