the orient express

I asked Annie to marry me.

And she said yes!

Can we meet?

So, for those not keeping track of time, it looks like we're set to depart in just over twenty-four hours. Anyone intending to remain with the train should be sure to be back on board by then.

Any last minute shopping trips or supply runs should be done soon.

And it has come to my attention that at least the front kitchen is woefully understaffed due to ... disappearances. If anyone's interested in assisting, please let me know?

Do you want to go into the city today or tomorrow? There's something I need to buy.

( Left outside his door. )

For the sake of knowing who I'll be sharing my new reality with ... is anyone else not boarding the crazy train when it leaves China? Who else is deliberately staying off?

So, we're stopped.

I can't be the only one apprehensive about waltzing off this train without a sense of knowing where we are Probably another gift from the Capitol

Let me know how these expeditions people are putting together go.

I might regret this.

What does 'booty' mean?

Someone else's name is on my door.

What does that mean?

Who is Bruce Banner?

This place is comforting for some reason. I might even sleep the whole night. Unpopular opinion: I like the change of scenery.

You think the dark can scare me? The bugs are a nice touch, though. Did you think of them all on your own? I'll eat them for breakfast!

I swear, if I start fucking singing again I'm going to bust someone's damn head.

I wanted to see how you were doing with the little one gone. You okay? I know you were getting attached to the little one.

For anyone who might be interested I am hosting a party tonight in the Parlor Car. Drinks, dancing, all things fabulous. You get the idea. No dress code though glitter is highly encouraged ;)

I just smacked my head on one of the kitchen cabinets and Julius Caesar started laughing. I've never heard him do that before.

Maybe you are born with .. certain traits?

How can something so small smell so bad?!

We need to talk.

I need your help. A baby showed up in my room. His name is Napoleon Bonaparte and he already filled both diapers that came with him... I don't know what to feed him because I don't have any experience with babies. He keeps trying to walk to the door like he has somewhere to be. I tell him 'no' and I know he understands me, but he doesn't stop. I'm really at a loss right now. He's only a baby but, for some reason, I feel like I can't trust him. I know. It sounds crazy.

Please, whenever you can, stop by my room? I'm in car #22, room 406-A.

Really train? I'm not in the mood to be messed with today.

Today of all days? It's my birthday and you send me my son's baby blanket? Thanks a lot for ruining my birthday with making me feel like I left my baby.

Everyone seems so comfortable with killing.

I don't like it.