<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Levitz<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Embarkation Agent<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1 | 11 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 7<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Changing into a Pink Bikini (https://www.google.com/search?q=pink+bikini&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj84-Kwr8nQAhWHjFQKHW4tDCkQ_AUICCgB&biw=1440&bih=704#imgrc=vcW7C7J0G72uBM%3A) and oversized T-Shirt (http://picvpic.com/women-tops-t-shirts/los-angeles-palm-tree-tee)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>CJ, Amor<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mild Homoerotica<hr/><br/>Like CJ, Sarah was beginning to feel the ramifications of their rooming arrangements as well. If anything, she was feeling it more sharply as her roommate was moving well past the flirtation line with their impromptu guest. Of course, in the end, if everyone was moving as quickly as she had observed so far, she figured there'd be a lot of spare beds around with all the sharing. In the meanwhile, Amor did suggest that she change while the two of them wait and though perhaps waiting wasn't the optimal term here, if nothing else, Sarah figured the least she could do was change quickly, so if Amor and CJ did turn out wanting to be left alone, she could head down to the beach or whatever and give them their privacy. Of course, maybe they didn't quite want to be left alone either - a prospect which Sarah found, surprisingly enough, that frightened and excited her simultaneously.<br/><br/>Sarah grabbed her case and opened it. Everything was in its proper place, just as she packed it. Sarah was nothing if not meticulous. T-Shirts, blouses, shorts, skirts, dresses, socks, shoes, undies, toiletries, books, and everything else she might need was geometrically placed for easy access. And above each one were Post-It notes with messages written in a careful hand, dispensing all sorts of advice. But the advice itself ran counter to the nature of the packing, with exhortations such as<br/><br/><em>Let Yourself Go!<br/>Don't Waste This Chance!<br/>YOLO - You Only Live Once!<br/>Take This Opportunity - Live Like You Mean It!<br/>Remember What You Promised Yourself!<br/>Come Back With Stories You WON'T Tell Your Grandchildren!</em><br/><br/>Her hands moved to a pink two-piece carefully labeled<em>You Bought This For a Reason!</em>And she had - up to this point she had been a strictly one-piece girl, but with the trip firmly in mind, and all she resolved to do, Sarah went out and bought it. Given, it wasn't a thong or anything, but still, for her, a challenge.<br/><br/>She grabbed the swimsuit and turned around so her back was facing the two girls. While she was a little abashed with their presence, it wasn't as if she hadn't changed in single-sex company before, so she peeled off her traveling clothes, placing each in their proper spot in a bureau nearby, and pulled on the bikini, grabbing an oversized T-Shirt with a palm tree on it before turning around and saying, "OK, I'm ready." Normally, she'd have thrown the T-Shirt on before doing so, but this time, with a few self-reminders about the sentiments she had written on all those post its, she merely draped it over her arm for the time being. "So you two can... um... well... I don't want to hold you or anything if you've got plans..."