<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7cNoRru.png)</div><br/><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>settling in<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, others who may pass by or stick their head in the door<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Roslyn was physically exhausted after the 15-hour plane trip from JFK to Gatwick then finally to Inverness; then came the train ride from the airport to the Dellban campus.  At this point the only thing keeping her moving was excitement, nerves, and coffee.<strong><em>Lots</em></strong>of coffee; most of it burnt and acidic and awful but full of glorious caffeine.<br/><br/>Waiting on the platform in Inverness for the train to arrive, Roz thought she recognized a stylish redhead as being on the flight from JFK and idly wondered if they were headed to the same place.<em><strong>~ God, how could she look so amazing after traveling so long? ~</strong></em>Roz was no slouch in the style department when she wanted to be, but she knew that even after a quick spruce up in the train station restroom that her makeup and hair looked a bit untidy after being awake and traveling for so long.<br/><br/>She held her cardigan closed over her chest in the crisp autumn weather as she looked idly around the platform.  There were several other younger folks with stacks of luggage waiting for the train trying not to look like they felt a bit lost.  Some of them might have been on her flight, but none had been as noticeable the redhead<strong><em>“Not a bad looking bunch,”</em></strong>Roz thought to herself.<strong><em>“I wouldn’t mind have a go with a few of them...but maybe not until after some sleep.”</em></strong>There were few other passengers waiting beside all the college-aged travelers with luggage, so Roz imagined that most, if not all, were headed to Dellban.<br/><br/>Finally, the train arrived and everyone on the platform boarded, porters assisting with the stacks of luggage that many of the young people were traveling with.  Roslyn managed to get an empty window seat and as the train pulled out of town she enjoyed the rustic Scottish scenery  – for about 5 minutes until the gentle rocking of the train and the repetitive muffled thumps of the tracks lulled her into a light doze with her head against the window.<br/><br/>The shuddering of deceleration woke her as the train arrived at their destination.  Disembarking and then getting shuffled into waiting shuttles made for a slightly chaotic transition.  Roz smiled at her fellow passengers in the shuttle and introduced herself but she was feeling tired and overwhelmed, dampening her usual outgoing demeanor.<br/><br/>During the ensuing hustle and bustle at the Dellban campus, Roz vaguely remembered someone asking if she was ok with the pink room and replying sure, as she gazed around in wonder at the magnificent grounds and building, and tried to catch all the information thrown about by the staff.  After everyone’s luggage had been swept away by the staff and instructions about high tea, Roz kept wandering around looking at the details of the entrance hall for several minutes.<br/><br/>Finally, she decided she should unpack and get settled a bit before the high tea gathering.  She mounted the stairs and following half-remembered directions made her way through the halls until she stopped dead in front of a room...what had to be<em>the</em>room.<br/><br/><strong>“Wow.”</strong>She looked around the room, speechless, trying to take it all in.<strong>“Just, wow.”</strong>