Liz slung her quite light bag over her shoulder, and shut the trunk of the taxi. She saw another girl had gotten out of a taxi just before her, and she took a moment to admire her green hair. She'd never really had the desire to dye her own hair, but she usually enjoyed what other people managed to do with theirs, when it was particularly out of the ordinary.<br/><br/>She retrieved her ticket from her purse, and headed toward the queue. She didn't take very much stock of the others around, and took up her spot in line. She looked like she was heading poolside, which she was, after a fashion, poolside on a ship heading out into the ocean, not a bad way to spend a week, she thought. She wore a t-shirt and a colourful sheer skirt, that both failed to conceal the fact that underneath she was sporting a darker bikini underneath.<br/><br/>She ended up standing behind the girl with the green hair, and another woman who also had an interesting hairstyle. She was becoming mildly jealous, but she put it out of her mind as she stared up at the massive vessel. She'd always thought of ships as means to good scenery, fun, travel, and company. It was the first time she'd thought about a ship any other way. A maiden voyage, well, it felt like they'd all be breaking her in.<br/>