<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/68/b3/e7/68b3e79670db8be51a65b0793b8871c7.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Giselle Boucher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271642#msg15271642)<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>Monday, September 30th | ~2PM<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Black boots, dark jeans, white shirt beneath leather jacket<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Cautiously curious<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Contemplations<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Marshall Wood<br/><hr/><br/>Get some food and do some exploring.  Those were Giselle's top priorities on that eventful morning.  An undeniably large portion of her yearned to do some exploration of the palace she unexpectedly found herself within, to see just what this place had to offer beyond the trappings of academia.  Check out the grounds.  Scope out the halls and hidden nooks that were just waiting to be discovered.  Find some pretties to chat up and make swoon.<br/><br/>But first, food, because Giselle was starving after the long journey and what felt like an even longer speech.<br/><br/>Those finger foods and other dainty little treats failed to impress the famished young woman.  Why waste time whetting one's already sharp appetite when there were omelets to be had? The tables were such negligible little fancies were bypassed entirely as she joined in on the line for some more meaningful grub.<br/><br/>Her eyes lingered upon the eggs that were being prepared, the delicious and savory little meals that were made with seemingly delicate care.  She almost didn't notice the fact that someone was speaking to her.  Almost.<br/><br/>Giselle turned her head towards him, processing his words with an almost slight sense of confusion before the meaning dawned upon her.  “Yeah, like those movies, right?” She said with a sage little nod of her head, her words coated in the thick French accent.  “Never did like them.”<br/><br/>Nerd, she thought to herself.