<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7cNoRru.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong><strong>Roslyn Walder</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15273555#msg15273555)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>30 Sept | 10am-ish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>the Pink Power dorm room<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">comfy traveling clothes: long dark green cardigan over a white tee, jeans, green sneakers</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/XnEfQJV.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/t9K80Tr.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>excited | nervous | optimistic<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>meeting the roomies<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Gabby, Charlotte | open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Roz turned her head as another person strode the room, recognizing her as the stylish redhead from the plane.  When she began speaking fluent French with a southern lilt Roz thought she might go into accent overload.  How was she going to be able to concentrate enough to get any studying done, with all these yummy accents distracting her?<br/><br/>Both her roommates seemed to be from very well-off backgrounds, and for a moment Roz wondered if everyone here was from rich families before remembering a few of the other students from the trip had appeared a bit more middle class like her.  And besides, she was daddy’s Red Rosie; she could handle herself anywhere and with anyone.<br/><br/>“I guess I did miss the memo,” Roz laughed.  “I don’t know how much pink I’ve brought to wear.  Just lipstick and panties probably.  I guess I’ll just have to go shopping -- how horrible.”<br/><br/>She had to search her memory for the French phrases Charlotte rolled out with ease.  Faire la bise<em>...oh yeah, greeting each other by touching cheeks</em>.  “<em>Faire la bise</em>, my god, I haven’t done that since French class.  I think I prefer French kissing, but<em>faire la bise</em>is fun too.”<br/><br/>Since Gabby had chosen the bed near the door and Charlotte had claimed the bed at the other end, Roz was left with the bed between them.  No problem, they were both lovely and she’d been in a few girl sandwiches before.<br/><br/>“So, what are you ladies studying? I’m Botany and Plant Sciences.”