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    “i can feel the glare.” milo speaks, head still yet to turn and look at monroe. he’s very content with his position and now he’s thoroughly entertained with the way she seems to have taken his words so personally. fingers slip over his hip to scratch gently just over a faded scar and he actually chuckles, the sound boyishly charming. “- my god you’re very energetic.” he notes finally bringing himself to face her, finger hooking at the nose of his glasses to pull them down and allowing his jade green hues to lock onto her. “i’m so very sorry i disappointed you. however, my rose is back in england.” his best mate in the world and someone who he’d sat through the movie with way too many times to count. “but feel free to take any other female movie role in my life.” cue a bright smile and he fixes his glasses and lays his head back against the chair once again.

       one of the PERKS of being a comedian on the ship was that his job mainly required him once evening began to roll around. the lounge THRIVED during the night and didn’t do much during the morning or afternoon — good news for mickey because it meant he could do whatever he wanted for a good portion of the day. so he figured today would be a good day to work on his tan and maybe get a head start on the book he just bought from the gift shop. well … it was an optimistic view because the most action he was getting out of his book was it being used as makeshift sunglasses by being opened to the middle and splayed over his visage. a chuckle filters through his lips at the familiar voice by his side and mickey moves slightly, letting the book slide down his face and into his lap. ❝ would it be a BAD time to shamelessly plug my scheduled comedy night ?? no ?? well, you should come watch me because i always LOVE familiar faces. ❞ mickey jokes and shoots a grin over to the brunette. ❝ less painful than diving off high altitudes too. but hey, i won’t judge what you consider fun in your free time. just don’t let the sharks get you. ❞ 

      ❝ personally, i DON’T think you can really put a number to it. ❞ bowie reasons, taking a sip of his iced caramel macchiato and letting his shoulders shift upward into a halfhearted shrug. to be quite honest, he isn’t aware of the time and when he should be heading back to work. he had left his watch on his bedside table in a RUSH to get out the door when his alarm failed to go off at its designated time. green hues study the person in front of him as his head cocks to the side, all the while leaning back against the cushioned back of the chair. it’s a BAD habit — he’s aware of it but can’t seem to stop himself from chewing lazily on the end up his straw while he thinks. ❝ well  … ❞ he pauses and sets the coffee back on the table, ignoring the beads of sweat pooling at his fingertips from his bottle and subconsciously tapping his digits against the table countertop. ❝ regardless, i don’t think three coffee’s day is considered too many. as long as it’s spaced out then i should be in the clear. but i APPRECIATE the concern. my shift starts around dawn so coffee acts a great replacement for lack of sleep. ❞

jordyn couldn’t complain. she was invested in her job more than in her off-time. she lived for the thrill of dancing and couldn’t imagine being placed anywhere else. she scoffed at the other’s comment. “you’ve clearly never been to the bar, then,” she mused. “or any of the clubs for that matter.” she stared, confused at the girl’s second comment. “i…think that was made for a reason. the stupidity of people, they’d do it, get hurt, and sue this ship then we’d all be out of a job so…” jordyn trailed off. “jump in the ocean and swim with the sea creatures doesn’t sound all that bad, honestly.”

“don’t be daft, mo,” austyn pulled down her own glasses just to roll her eyes over a shoot her best friend that look, “there’s the fishing hole, the cinema, and under the sea just to name a few,” the brunette leans back into her lounge chair and sliding her glasses back down her face, “clearly, the only option,” monroe’s antics were nothing new to austyn and she had the spiderweb scar running up the inside of her leg to prove it. “have you tried actually measuring it? or like dropping somethin’? i mean it doesn’t seem impossible to me.” austyn really knew she shouldn’t encourage her friend but it was the role she always played and damn if she didn’t have some of the best times of her life with her.

monroe sighs , because she knows , logically , austyn is right - she’s just in one of those moods. a mood that typically causes trouble , so it was better that they were hear , lounging and relaxing and that aus was there to talk her down from anything potentially stupid. but she wouldn’t get austyn into danger like she did before , which is why she tried to keep her best friend out of any crazy scheming. non-crazy scheming , well , that was their thing. “ yeah , the angles aren’t right. none of the pools are in the right position. i’ll just end up on another deck which i could also try but that’s approaching more .... stuntman , daredevil kinda shit and that’s not exactly what i’m after here. “ she responds , looking over at austyn with a certain look in her eyes. “ i’m supposed to be the bad influence , you know. “ 

as a way to try to make herself relax, isabella had decided to spend some time be the pool. she had never been good at full days off. there was just too much to time to do nothing. too much time to think, and that she didn’t like. she was pleased to see someone she recognized, heading strait to sit next to the girl. “ i don’t want to be boring or anything monroe, but that sounds dangerous “ she raised an eyebrow, smile on her lips. “ i’m sure we could find something fun to do here !! it’s a big ship after all, i’m sure there’s must be something fun you’ve missed !! “ 

upon hearing someone speaking, mccray lowered the newspaper he was reading down to his lap. his eyebrow quirked slightly and he lowered his sunglasses to glance in the direction of the voice. he hadn’t even seen or heard monroe approach. with a shrug, he lifted the newspaper into view once more. “depends on what you find fun, i suppose. personally, i find reading a newspaper from three years ago quite thrilling,” mccray mused, a small grin pulling on the corner of his lips. “but clearly, if you consider jumping off the boat to be a good time, then i am probably not the man for you to come to in seek of thrills.” mccray’s bright eyes continued scanning the articles before him, but his mind started to wander, trying to come up with someone who could provide activities for monroe. “i would go to see austyn, maybe. she’s an excursions gal, but she seems like a true barrel of laughs and fun. so i bet she would have something for you to do.”

     “–and so me mate and i got into a little bet to see who could hold their bevvies down the longest last night. it didn’t end well for the both of us, but i definitely lost. might be australian, but i’ve never been good at holding me liquor.” blue grinned crookedly, stroking away the condensation from the cold glass of beer in his hand. “since i’m a lifeguard and all, me mate had the idea that i should put a little sticker or somethin’ on me hipbone to see if i would end up having a little tan tattoo.” 

     without prompt, blue lifted the hemline of his tank top, proudly showing off the small heart shaped spot on his freckled hipbone. he always tanned easily during the summer, so it wasn’t much of a surprised that it actually worked. “i reckon it’s like havin’ a tattoo without havin’ to pay for one! ain’t it cute, mate? think ima do this more often!”

“if you’re saying australians can’t hold their liquor, mate, i’m more than willing to challenge that. might just be a blue thing.” she grins over at her friend , before quieting down to listen to the rest of his story. being around blue was like being back home , especially working with her dad. he always reminded her of some of the staff that would work with them, and it was always nice getting a reminder of home. her eyes slide down to his hip , a quaint laugh falling from her lips at the sight of the heart. “ quite cute indeed. “ the brunette noted back. “ in fact , i reckon we should have matching ones. do you still have that sticker ? “ 

    it’s rare to find him near the pool, but while he had the time and the sun wasn’t beating down too strong he’d decided to come up and take a lounge chair. his eyes were closed underneath of the sunglasses are closed, his shirt were laying in a heap at the very bottom of his chair. he wore a pair of white swim trunks despite the fact that he had no plans on actually getting into the pool. the sun beat down on his overly inked torso and arms and he felt good. a v forms between his eyes as he hears words coming int his direction, but he’s not exactly sure if they’re directed to him. “ - i hope you’re joking. cause this isn’t the titanic and we’re not doing any of the whole if you jump i jump rubbish.” 

( courtney eaton, cisfemale, she/her ) ↷ hey, that’s MONROE FARROW who’s originally from PERTH, AUSTRALIA. i heard they’re TWENTY-THREE and have been working on the ship as A SHORE EXCURSION DIRECTOR for A YEAR. other passengers seem to say they’re UNRELIABLE and RECKLESS, but are also known to be ADVENTUROUS and OPTIMISTIC. when they’re missing home, i heard GOING FOR A JOG, HER FAVORITE BRACELET, AND RED WINE can always cheer them up. ↷ ( cee, 23.9, est, she/they )