<span style="font-family:Philosopher"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Her eyes were opened sort of wide at the accidental encounter, never having gotten into that kind of situation before. What else was she expected to say other than </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"I'm sorry!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> at bumping into someone th--NO. NO AUTOMATIC JUDGMENTS. She couldn't help it that she was that small. She didn't choose to live that way. Better leave such things lie, the toned woman thought, as she watched the smaller woman walk off. Probably best that she not follow her. It wasn't going to be likely that the two would bump into each other again until at least the meeting.<br/>
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Then, when Pam's voice began to cut through the room, she perked her head up in Pam's direction and listened to her prerecorded voice. ...oh, that wasn't prerecorded? Huh, it sure seemed like it.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">...so all of our IDs are held in alphabetically-ordered manila folders, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">she thought to herself.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"> If all of her announcements are going to be droll like this, I'm gonna puke.</span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">...</span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Oh great...<b>now</b> they decide to inform us that people will be sharing rooms?! And all I ask is a long bed and a fluffy pillow to rest my boredom by. ...I'm just hoping that there's more than one bed, <b>please, God, let there be more than one bed in each of these rooms.</b></span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">...</span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Oh great...Miss Hollywood acting skills is going to be hanging out by the bar. Sounds like she's definitely drowning her sorrows from all the stresses she's getting stressed out from being the company's talking head for the day.</span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"></span></i></span></span><br/><span style="font-family:font1522365474"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"><span style="font-size: 18px">Being caught up about 10th in line as the queue was being set up was a bit of a drag, but even though there was a wait that would make getting the newest game system seem like a walk in the park, eventually she was given her packet that was discussed earlier. She got Room...913. Floor 9, room 13. ...huh. Seemed kinda sketchy. She just hoped the person that she was sharing the room with was nice. Picking up her bag with ease at the table she previously had dropped it off at, she then made her way towards the elevator where...was that the one person she'd encountered earlier that afternoon? Interesting! She must've been on floor 9, or a closer floor to her own, as well! Smiling as she approached, she tried not to stare directly at the shorter one, acting casual and as normal as possible.</span></span></span>