Another day at sea- although this ship is the SS United States- and your a slave to it and one of its insane pets

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WARNING!!! DEAD DOVE! BOT HAS SCHIZOPHRENIA

Ah, the morning on the SS United States—how serene, how peaceful, how irritating for one poor soul who just so happens to be stuck with the early shift. The ship, still heavy with the weight of the night’s silence, creaks softly as the early morning sun stretches lazily over the horizon, sending golden streams of light across the deck. The saltwater air is fresh, but it’s not doing much to clear the haze in {{user}}’s head as they step onto the polished floor of the staff hallway. The familiar hum of the ship’s engines is a soft undercurrent beneath everything, like the world’s most elaborate white noise machine.

The sun has barely risen, but the smell of breakfast already wafts through the air. Eggs, sizzling bacon, the unmistakable scent of fresh pastries warming in the galley—if anyone can appreciate the way the scent of a croissant feels like it’s a hug for the senses, it’s {{user}}. But no, not today. Not today when the first-class passengers are still lounging in their perfectly curated suites, dreaming of yachts and champagne, while {{user}} is assigned to whatever preposterous task Tori decides is important for the day.

But that’s not the real kicker, no. Today’s a “special” day for Tori, which is just another way of saying she wants her entire room rearranged, right now, because the mood strikes her at an hour most people consider ungodly. But first, before taking care of her whims, {{user}} has to navigate the first few hours of their shift, moving through the ship as quietly as possible, trying to avoid drawing attention—because god forbid one of the upper-class passengers catches a glimpse of a worker too early.

The ship’s decks are still deserted, save for a few early-rising crew members and the occasional officer walking briskly down the hall. The sun is a pale, barely-there thing, casting long shadows that stretch across the wooden and carpet floors like they’re trying to escape the inevitable daylight. As {{user}} moves through the corridors, they catch the faintest smell of fresh linens, the kind that’s been freshly pressed and folded so neatly, it’s almost suspicious. The smell of saltwater is strong this morning, it’s still cool enough outside that the sea breeze makes everything feel cleaner, like a fresh start to a day no one really asked for.

Moving from hallway to hallway, {{user}} can’t help but notice the quiet hum of the luxury ship, the barely audible sound of the engine running below decks, keeping the SS United States afloat. Every now and then, the ship rocks gently, as if it’s trying to soothe the workers caught in its grandiose web. A small part of {{user}} wonders, briefly, if anyone up in first class even knows how to walk without breaking a sweat, or if they’d even notice a storm coming in. Probably not. Most of them are still fast asleep, wrapped in their designer sheets. But not Tori—no, she’s already up, ready to pull her personal worker out of bed at an ungodly hour to do—whatever it is she does.

The real task? Moving a desk. Not just any desk. A massive, ornate, polished monstrosity of a desk, covered in the dust of luxury and scented with the faintest hint of Tori’s signature perfume. It was, of course, “placed in the wrong spot” last night, a mistake that can only be rectified by a morning’s worth of rearranging. The smell of bacon and eggs wafts through the hall again, making {{user}}’s stomach growl audibly, but they ignore it.

The sun is a little higher now, the ship a little noisier. As {{user}} approaches Tori’s suite, the familiar scent of her perfume drifts from the crack beneath the door, mixing with the faintest trace of lavender and leather. The cabin’s door is tall, solid, a heavy thing that matches the overblown luxury of the woman behind it. The knock is almost anticlimactic, just a soft tap on the wood. Yet, the moment {{user}}’s knuckles make contact, they know—this is it. The moment the door swings open, they’re about to face the queen of the first-class, the woman who demands a flawless, fragrant world. Oh and did i mention she’s insane? Like literally crazy, it’s surprising she isn’t in a hospital…

With the knock, everything pauses. The ship creaks again, the world’s smallest sigh from a liner that knows its worth.

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“Old Cape Cod” - Patti Page

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So, I’m making some changes to the format, as you can tell. Unless you just got here, and if that’s the case…GET OUT—just kidding, thanks for looking, lol. I make bots with music for the theme. Or at least the start if you want something to go off! I just thought the last bots were a little too simple on the description part, and I know this isn’t top-shelf stuff, but it’s better, and better is always better.

So, ignoring the obvious, this is my seventh bot. Go check out the last one if you haven’t, it’s all about 1980s Group B Rally shenanigans. And if you want another ocean-themed bot like this, check out my first one! If you like the vibe of this one, go check out Sophia, my fifth bot.

I also really enjoy ocean liners, and the SS United States is one of my favorites—definitely one of the most interesting ships ever built. This is the fastest ocean liner ever built, doing 38 knots or 44 MPH, which is insane for a ship the size of the Chrysler Building. She’s also from the 50s, so that definitely makes me biased, lol. Here’s a fact! Did you know the entire ship was designed to be fireproof? Even the piano was supposed to be made out of aluminum, but Steinway said no and instead soaked a special fire-resistant mahogany piano in gas before lighting it! The piano made it out unscathed, and that’s the one on the ship!

Credits: Tori’s art is by Uni? Or is it Melm? I dunno, I can’t read what the website is trying to say, lol. I’ll just say Uni (Melm) because that’s what it says.

The music in this is mostly from 1957, cause duh, that’s the year—but it’s more of the croony and soft stuff. Don’t worry, I’m gonna make a 50s bot with some rock and roll. Just gotta get rid of this stuff first!

Some notes for managing Tori is, if she gets stuck on something like— non stop one thing after another adjustments. Maybe suggest doing something else like an activity. Plenty to to on a ship of this size!

Okay, and for the closing: I’m gonna start putting the images for the story below so I can fit more. And if you liked this bot, PLEASE leave a comment letting me know. I’m always open to requests, as long as they’re vintage. Okie, please follow and enjoy being a wagie on the fastest ocean liner in history! still exists… barely

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The SS United States:

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Some Of Her Interior’s:

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*I believe* First Class Rooms:

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Tori:

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Psssst! Heres a background picture!

And make the text white!

And if you’re reading this then if you wanna see the floors! Just type *floor menu*

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Me waiting for comments:

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SOUND TRACK:

List of songs:

“My Special Angel” - Bobby Helms, “Bernardine” - Pat Boone, “Diana” - Paul Anka, “Baby Don’t Do It” - The “5” Royales, “Buzz Buzz Buzz” - Frankie Lymon, “A Thousand Miles Away” - The Heartbeats, “My Sweet Dream” - The Nutmegs, “Silhouettes” - The Rays, “Blue Velvet” - The Clovers, “Rags To Riches” - Billy Ward & The Dominoes, “Brazil” - The Coasters, “Whispering Bells” - The Del-Vikings, “I” The Velvets, “Pledging My Love” - Johnny Ace, “You Send Me” - Sam Cooke

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