<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 | 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 and white striped dress, white high heel sandals, pale mint nail polish and eyeshadow</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/GDhjG1A.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/VowW8cm.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/clXahfL.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/MZxvbhq.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>Jo, Grayson (M), Marshall (M), Leena (M) | open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roz walked into the grand ballroom early enough to give her a chance to find her place before the scheduled start time; her striped dress hugging her curves and her heels softly ticking as she crossed the immaculate marble floor.  Elegant lights mounted around the room’s walls reflected off the ubiquitous gilded details and bathed everything in a soft golden light.<br/><br/>As she looked around, seeing leather jackets, jeans, tee shirts, overcoats, and even one girl with a duffel bag on her back, Roz realized that her worries about her traveling clothes being too informal for the occasion weren’t shared by many of the other students.  There were a few exceptions though; the attractive blonde who looked unused to be wearing her cute red dress, a thin dark-haired young man dressed in blacks and grays, and the ebony Adonis in the smart looking sports coat and slacks stood out in the gathering.  All in all though, every member of the student body, even the dressed down ones, was fairly attractive and appealing in their own way.<br/><br/>Her heels causing a slight sashay to her steps, Roz made her way to a seat next to the blonde in the red dress.  There were a couple of extra seats next to her in case her roommates wanted to sit with her.  As she approached, she gave a little gasp and leaned in to get a closer look at the floral arrangement.  “Are those...they are!  Black Baccara roses!”  She cautiously reached out and tenderly stroked a petal between her fingertips as an adoring coo escaped her lips.  She teased one of the<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">darkly crimson blooms</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/xrFhcNT.jpg)</div></div>out of the arrangement and checked the stem for thorns before tucking it behind her left ear with a grin.<br/><br/>Roz turned towards the blonde next to her and opened her mouth to say something when the dean stood to make his speech.  She gave a sheepish what-can-you-do grin before turning her attention to the handsome man as he spoke.  Although it seemed a pretty standard rah-rah speech to Roz, nonetheless it kindled a sense of pride and possibility inside her chest making her feel connected to her fellow students.<br/><br/>After Dr. Boussard finished his speech, Roz turned back towards the blonde next to her.  As the young woman stood up, Roz reached out to touch the back of her hand and offered a cheerful introduction, “Hi, I’m Roslyn.  That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing, hun.”