<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>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/><hr/><br/><br/>Roz was still lost in the overwhelmingly absolute pinkness of the room when a curvy, espresso-skinned young woman confidently swept into the room trailed by a multitude of luggage carried by the ubiquitous black-suited staff.  A subtle flowery scent mixed with spices wafted through the area a moment later.<br/><br/>Roz had thought she had packed heavily for the trip - after all she was going to be here for months at a time and a gal needed to have at least a couple options for any occasion, didn’t she? – but it was nothing compared to the sheer volume of her cute new roommate’s accoutrements.<br/><br/>The way her roommate’s sweater –<em>more pink!</em>- clung to her abundant curves caught Roz’s appreciative eye but when she introduced herself, it was Gabby’s rich, buttery voice and her fluid, honeyed French accent that made Roz’s insides all warm and melty.<br/><br/>She dug deep trying to recall her two years of high school French with ‘Maamzelle’ Agatha Wilson.  “Um, bahn jorr. Jay swee Roslynn. Rahvee day voo roncontrayer.”  Roz’s forehead wrinkled as she concentrated and struggled with the foreign tongue.  “Jay swee day so-lay, I’m sure your English is much better than my French.”<br/><br/>“I’m Roslyn, but you can call me Roz.  I’m from New York; State, not City.”  The familiar phrase when introducing herself to non-New Yorkers rolled out of her mouth automatically.  “Glad to meet you, Gabby.”  She gestured around the room, “What do you think of all this pink?  I mean, who doesn’t like some pink every so often, but this is<em>a lot</em>of pink.”