<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7cNoRru.png)</div><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 | a bit after 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><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">black &amp; white striped dress, white high heels, pale mint nail polish &amp; eyeshadow, black rose behind her ear</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/GDhjG1A.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/VowW8cm.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/clXahfL.jpg) <br/>(https://i.imgur.com/MZxvbhq.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/xrFhcNT.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 | 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>meetin’ and eatin’<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Finley | open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roz laughed, “Thanks, I do try to bathe at least once a fortnight.  Even in our uncivilized land across the pond, we have some standards.”  She let her eyes roam appreciatingly over him for a moment, “Perhaps we’ll have to go shopping together.  I’m sure we can find some amazing things.”<br/><br/>“Finley,”  she repeated.  “That’s an unusual name; at least Stateside.  For all I know, it’s the John of English names.  You can call me Roz if you like; most people do.”<br/><br/>She looked around the room at all the young adults mingling in the opulent atmosphere dressed in everything from high fashion to rough street clothes.  “So, what do you make of this place and this motley crew?  I didn’t know quite what to expect coming here, but it certainly wasn’t this. This castle, these grounds, our fellow students. It’s all a bit overwhelming at the moment, to be honest.”