Dellban University - Campus Interior
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Bibliophilia on 15-02-2020, 00:19:57</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-02-2020, 00:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/DUHeader3.png)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Castle Interior</span></span><br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/DellbanDining.jpg)</td><td></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/DellbanLibrary.jpg)</td><td></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/DellbanPool.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">Dining Room</div></td><td>&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Library</div></td><td>&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Indoor Pool</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/DellbanCommon.jpg)</div></td><td></td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/DellbanGames.jpg)</div></td><td></td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/DellbanBallroom.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">Common Room</div></td><td>&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Gaming Room</div></td><td>&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Grand Ballroom</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Post Header</span></span></div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=250 padding=10]https://i.imgur.com/1yUzbY9.jpg[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Name:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] [url=Link to Character Sheet]Character Name[/url]<br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Date | Time:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Location:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Outfit:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Mood:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Content:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Tagging:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[hr]</code></pre><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Game Links</span></span><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Out of Character Threads</span></span></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">In Character Threads</span></span></td></tr><tr><td>OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316533.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Campus Interior Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316534.0)</td></tr><tr><td>Character Sheet Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Campus Grounds Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316570.0)</td></tr><tr><td>Scene &amp; Connection Tracker Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316303.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Student Rooms Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316578.0)</td></tr><tr><td>Worldbuilding Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316222.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Findlay's Find Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316612.0)</td></tr><tr><td>Recruitment Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316264.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Willow Wood Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316613.0)</td></tr><tr><td></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>DunBroch Village Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316614.0)<br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-02-2020, 00:20:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Current RP Timeline</span></span><br><br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/f3/DellbanOpenDates.png/1200px-DellbanOpenDates.png)</div><br><hr><br>Classes scheduled between 11 am and 5 pm, Monday through Friday only.<br>Weekday Curfew - 9 pm<br>Weekend Curfew - 12 am<br>Meals Served - 8 - 11 am | 12 - 3 pm | 6 - 9 pm
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>17-02-2020, 05:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/DellbanTrain.jpg)</div>When the students all arrived on the train from Inverness, they were ferried to the castle in several shuttle vans, finally arriving on campus at about 9 am.&nbsp; They're greeted by a multitude of servants who assist to cart their things through the castle to their rooms, the women wearing knee-length black uniform dresses with white collar, cuffs and aprons.&nbsp; The men are dressed in crisp black slacks, polished black shoes and white button up shirts beneath a black uniform jacket.&nbsp; They are all very polite and happy to help, but they maintain an air of professionalism that discourages friendly chit-chat.<br><br>Once all the students have picked their rooms and had their things moved in, they are informed that they will have the morning to unpack and explore the grounds before high tea at 2 pm.&nbsp; They're encouraged to find a member of staff should they need anything before then, and left to their own devices for the four hours until they are expected in the grand ballroom.<br><br><hr><br>When they arrive in the ballroom, it's to find that a massive patterned cream rug has been laid out on the polished marble floor and many tables have been arranged to fill one half of the space.&nbsp; Most of the tables are covered with white cloths and set about with chairs for the students to use as they enjoy their meal.&nbsp; <div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/35/27/a4/3527a4f4d27cf3f749bb2bd2b75d150c.jpg)</div>Each chair has a different tea set on the table before it, complete with cup, saucer and matching charger plate for use at the tables lain with food.&nbsp; At the center of each table is an elegant flower arrangement comprised of roses of a red so deep, dark and velvety that they are nearly black interspersed with delicate white sprigs and bunches of bright, vibrant greenery.<br><br>Scattered among the tables for the students are other tables set with tiers of mouthwatering finger sandwiches, pastries, cut fruit, macrons and petit fours.&nbsp; Most of the items on offer are sweet, but there are also plenty of savory hors d'oeuvre for those who don't have much of a sweet tooth.&nbsp; Along one side of the ballroom is a long banquet table manned by several staff members who can make up omelettes or crepes to order, as well as those who will provide the tea or most other drink from a vast variety laid out.&nbsp; When the students first arrive, they are guided to their table and advised that they will be able to eat once Dr. Boussard has given his speech.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/djimon-hounsou.jpeg)</div>The faculty are seated at another long table arranged to divide the empty half of the ballroom from the one where the tables are arranged.&nbsp; In the center, Dr. Boussard sits waiting for the last of the students to be seated, then he rises and offers a wide, dazzling smile as his arms outstretch to his sides in a sweeping gesture of welcome.<br><br>"Welcome, students, to Dellban University!&nbsp; I can not express to you how excited myself, and the other faculty, are to have you all here.&nbsp; Dellban has a short, but very successful, academic history and I have no doubt that this year will prove to be our most fruitful yet."<br><br>Looking out over them all, his eyes seem to settle on each student specifically, as if he were somehow speaking directly to them.&nbsp; Turning, he moved around the table to stand in the open space before the faculty, still smiling and seeming to radiate a magnetism that made one utterly understand how the man had reached such a level of prestige and respect in such a relatively short amount of time.<br><br>"Just last month I did an interview for a scholarly journal, and the young man interviewing me asked me a question that I thought was very interesting.&nbsp; He asked me how it is that Dellban has produced <em>so</em> many men and women who have achieved such greatness in so short amount of time.&nbsp; Well, I had to take a moment to consider how best to answer that question, and, honestly, by the time I was ready to respond, I believe that nervous young man had sweat right through his shirt."<br><br>He chuckled and turned, begging to walk a bit back and forth as he spoke, still looking up and over at the group of students every so often to continue re-enforcing that sense of casual conversation between peers.&nbsp; "Finally, I looked up from my thoughts and replied that I don't believe myself and the other faculty here <em>produce</em> anything.&nbsp; My gift, as I like to think of it, is merely to recognize the potential for greatness and to act upon that recognition without hesitation.&nbsp; Each and every one of you is already special, carrying within you a seed that needs only be nurtured by men and women who know how to bring such brilliance to light."<br><br>Stopping back in the center of the table, he spread his arms wide again and beamed, looking out on them with sparkling eyes.&nbsp; "We are not here to transform you, as some educators might think.&nbsp; No, myself and the other professors are merely here to clear away the rough that hides the diamonds already within you, and to polish that precious stone until it shines.&nbsp; And so, I once more welcome each of you to Dellban and express our pleasure at the chance to awaken your exceptional souls!"<br><br>One arm swept behind him and the other folded elegantly over his stomach as he bowed gracefully, then straightened and turned to move back around behind the table.&nbsp; Before taking his seat, he motioned to all of them and laughed.&nbsp; "Eat, get to know your fellow students and the faculty, if you like.&nbsp; The afternoon is yours to do with as you wish, students!"&nbsp; Then he settled back in his chair and crossed his legs, reaching for the silver and ruby teacup before him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>17-02-2020, 17:28:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				During the two days it had taken to travel to the University, it had been easy for Jo to ignore the crazy turn of events that she had found herself in. She had been able to focus on the mundane activities of travel, both the good and the bad. She could look out her plane as she crossed the Atlantic and wonder at the sheer scope of how truly big the world was. Jo could also get into an argument with some random baggage handler about her black backpack that had almost vanished. Whatever happened, she was just along for the ride. <br><br>She was aware that several of the people on the train were other students, you could tell by the baggage they carrier and slightly anxious expressions on their faces. They were a diverse bunch, it seemed and several were very yummy looking. It was a nice distraction to watch the others and imagine their backstories, or just imagine what they were like in bed. Josephine had chosen not to engage with them, she didn't really know what to say and she was not ready for all the introductions she would have to endure. <br><br>Then they arrived. The train pulled into the station and they all had to get out. Jo really was tempted just to stay on the train and see where it ended up, but the disapproving face of her two father figures (Ernesto the man who had taken care of her the last few years and her real father) pushed her up out of her chair. She dragged her feet the entire time through the train and then stepped out into her new life. <br><br>The vans had been waiting to take them to the school and now Jo was up close with some of the folks that would be her fellow students. One of the girls in the van said hello and Jo just sort of grunted out a "howdy". It amused her that they were being shuttled in vans, where were the horse drawn carriages. They were to study at a castle after all, Josephine had thought she was being silly until she saw the line up of sharply dressed servants. It had been quite the surreal day so far and high tea might be the peak of it all. <br><br>Beaumont Josephine Morris had spent her morning exploring the castle and avoiding her room. She did not want to unpack, that felt a little too real for the moment. The school was of course beautiful, it was stunning to be honest. It reminded her of her own little castle in Missouri that she had grown up in. It had not been a real palace like the University, just a very large manor but walking the halls of Dellban felt oddly familiar. <br><br>As high tea approached she went into her new bedroom long enough to get a dress on. She had been traveling in jeans and a large black TapOut hoody, and she knew enough about high tea to know that she would have to do better. Jo was still unsure she wanted to be at Dellban but she also did not want to make a bad impression. Her dress was nothing fancy, more of a sun dress really but it was her only dress she owned. It would have to do. <div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/48/61/34/48613466620abd29c02ab567bcc933c1.jpg)So now she was sitting in a grand ballroom that looked like something out of a fairly tale, staring down at a pure white and lavender tea cup and listening to the head honcho talk about how he had gathered the best and the brightest. Jo looked around at the rest of the group, wondering if anyone had a "why me" expression on their face. Jo had that expression on her face. Her father had said he had pulled some strings to get her hear but that was not adding up, he didn't have enough strings to get her into a place like this. Her biggest accomplishment was her three wins in the octagon, and she was pretty sure cage fighting was not on the curriculum. <br><br>Once Dr Boussard was done talking, Jo got to her feet wondering if anyone would notice if she just ran out of here as fast as she could. With a some what shaky hand she gulped down some tea. It was time to stress eat a bunch of those little cakes. </div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>17-02-2020, 19:10:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.dnamodels.com/media/images/useruploaded/cache/181027_22_3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Leena Guillen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271661#msg15271661)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Sep. 30th / 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Old leather boots, jeans with a few natural tatters, a black t-shirt, and a slightly oversized black peacoat over it all<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Apprehensive <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Open<br><hr><br><em>"...it doesn't matter if you don't want to go, Leena…"</em><br><strong><em>"Of course not! What I want never matters!!"</em></strong><br><em>"...and it doesn't matter if you hate me…"</em><br><strong><em>"Yeah! Because now you can just have the house all to yourself, so you can bring your boyfriend over every night!!"</em></strong><br><em>"Leena, one day you'll see what a privilege this is. You'll appreciate that nobody else in your family has ever even thought of going to college, while you get to go for free!"</em><br><strong><em>"I don't want to go AT ALL!"</em></strong><br><em>"Oh you're going to go… and you're not bringing that raccoon with you, either!"</em><br><strong><em>"Oh sure, I'll leave my only friend in the world with you, so you can kill him and skin him THE MINUTE I'M GONE!!!"</em></strong><br><br>That last conversation with her sister had ended with Leena slamming her bedroom door so hard the hinges had loosened a little. The entire next morning Leena was silent. Not saying so much as one word to her older sister as she stuffed her duffle bag into the back seat of their old Honda Civic, and sat next to it, clutching her only other bag; a backpack that looked like it was prepped for an overnight campout, sleeping bag included, clutched to her chest. She kept her face sunk down into the top of the bag, only looking up to give her sister the evil eye in the rearview mirror. <br>As soon as they arrived at the airport, Leena was out of the car without so much as a goodbye and pushing her way through security before Maria could so much as get out of the car. All the while she barely so much as lifted her face out of the top of her bag. Everyone in the airport just wondered what could be so bad to make the young woman pout like that the whole flight.<br><br>The train ride was roughly the same. Hour after hour, sights wonderous to see for the young island girl, flew by her window. Cities and towns like from storybooks, the likes of which Leena had never seen, and the whole time her face stayed buried in her backpack… except for those five hours she fell asleep. Not even the other excited students or the lines of sharply dressed chauffeurs waiting to take them to the castle, was enough to draw the pouting girl out of her bag. She wouldn't have even been aware if someone had tried to greet her on the ride from the train station, or if she did, she ignored them. Choosing instead to remain in her backpack. <br><br>Though there was one thing she was vocal about. The moment any of the helpful servants offered to take any of her bags for her, she jerked away from them. Even offering a friendly <strong>"Get away from me!"</strong> But at least she came up with a clever excuse to politely dissuade any of their interest in trying to help her again, <strong>"...I have a terrible staph infection, and it's all over my bags! Go ahead and touch them, if you want to end up in the hospital…"</strong> which actually got her a seat to herself in the back of the van as well, so it had worked on multiple levels. <br><br>Having arrived at the castle, with her duffel bag still strapped to her back and her backpack still hugged to her chest, she stepped carefully and wide eyed through the grand entryway. Her eyes wide and cast up over the beauty of the artwork and the high vaulted ceilings. Leena had never been in a place this big before. It reminded her of one of those old, gothic cathedrals that you saw in books and movies, which was vastly different than the little, prefab building, her mom and sister had dragged her to for church, when she was young. In a place like this, it was hard not to feel small…<br><br>Following the directions of several servants, Leena continued to hug her bag and wandered to the great hall, where everyone was supposed to have something called "high tea". Which to Leena meant there must have been drugs in it or something. And she was in no particular hurry to get messed up on her first night in such a strange place. However it was hard to deny the growling in her stomach when she saw the tables lined with plates and plates fancy looking little sandwiches and other finger foods.<br><br>Still wagging her bags with her like some kind of homeless person at a soup kitchen, Leena ran for the first table covered with food she could find. Grabbing up one of the finger sandwiches, she took a small, experimental bite...before stuffing the rest of the delectable snack into her mouth. Followed by another, and another! By the time the headmaster grabbed everyone's attention, her cheeks were stuffed full of sandwiches like she was a squirrel getting ready for winter.<br>Chewing and swallowing as she watched the man speak, her eyes were locked on him and his almost cartoonish style of speech. She had to wonder if everyone in this country typically acted like that… and if anyone would notice that she was pushing handfuls of the little sandwiches and cakes into the front flap of her backpack. <br><br>When the man, Dr. Boussard, finished speaking, Leena was stuffing another tiny sandwich into her mouth before commenting through the half chewed food <strong>"...I get the feeling this guy likes to hear himself talk, huh?.....huh?!"</strong> <br>All at once she stuck her head down in the open flap, then immediately hugged the bag to her chest as she lifted her head to look around wide eyed. The expression on her face like someone had just seen her underpants through a rip in her jeans. Then she ducked down low, looking from side to side, before frantically shuffling herself and her two bags underneath the table she had been standing at. Disappearing under the crisp, white, tablecloth. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>18-02-2020, 00:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/37/42/3b374292e6ca2a55f26ea9c1ad72b712.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Grayson Murphy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271317#msg15271317)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2 pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc6vs-l5dkc)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Like...Woah.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Open | Leena (M), Jo (M)<br><hr><br>The hardest part about the trip had been the goodbye at the airport.&nbsp; Gray's father had been putting on a brave, confident, supportive face ever since the invitation to Dellban had arrived, but it had crumbled as they waited for the plane to start boarding.&nbsp; He was still excited for Gray, of course, but he was also worried and sad to see him off for so long to such a far off place.&nbsp; Hell, he'd even said something about moving to Scotland and learning to golf.&nbsp; The two of them had spent the twenty minutes before Gray finally got on the plane talking seriously, hugging and crying.&nbsp; Gray was just as worried about his father, moreso even, given <em>he</em> would be all alone back home.<br><br>After many promises of phone calls, texts and Facetime chats, they'd both reassured one another that they'd adjust to the new situation.&nbsp; The whole ordeal had actually given Gray something to focus on besides his anxiety over the flight, so at least he hadn't had time to work up to a low-grade panic by the time he was seated.&nbsp; Of course, the minute the plane started taxiing down the runway that panic slammed into him and he spent the first ten minutes of the flight clutching the arms of his plane seat and trying not to scream.&nbsp; He succeeded, so that was at least one small victory.<br><br>A Xanax and a tedious in-flight comedy later, he passed out curled up in his window seat (shade firmly lowered, thankyouverymuch), drooling onto his neck pillow.&nbsp; He didn't wake up until the flight attendant came by several hours later to deliver his meal, which he picked at drowsily, before returning it and ordering a second teensy box of orange juice.&nbsp; Two juice boxes and a (regrettable) trip to the lavatory later, he was back in his seat, hugging his neck pillow and trying to fall black to sleep.&nbsp; However, he ended up spending the rest of the flight in and out of a light doze, worrying over the many concerns he'd been having ever since the letter had arrived.<br><br><hr><br>As he and the others climbed from the vans, he stared up at the towering castle and felt a weird swooping in his stomach.&nbsp; <em>This is a mistake.&nbsp; I don't belong here.&nbsp; They're gonna figure it out any minute and send me right back home on the next plane.&nbsp; Better not get comfortable.</em>&nbsp; He swallowed and experienced a brief moment of worry when a sharply-dressed manservant approached and took his matched set of black suitcases.&nbsp; For a moment Gray just stared, before finally registering what was expected of him and nodding his understanding before following the man into the castle.<br><br>Unaware of how uncultured her appeared, Gray tipped his head back and gawked around at the ornate interior as he followed the servant up the sweeping set of stairs that lead up from the massive foyer.&nbsp; Luckily, the trip from the entrance hall to the student rooms in the west wing wasn't complicated, so despite his distracted gawping he wouldn't have any trouble finding his way back and forth.&nbsp; When he was asked which room he preferred, he just glanced around and pointed to one of the many doors in the hallway at complete random, though once they entered he had to admit he was pleased with his choice.<br><br>He wouldn't have mind being in one of the more frilly, feminine rooms, since it was just a place to sleep and who the hell cared if your sheets were pink or blue?&nbsp; But, the room was definitely more his style, being pretty simple and crisp, without a lot of ornate decor.&nbsp; Noting the three beds arranged in the room with two side-by-side and one arranged sideways along the opposite wall, he pointed the servant to the bed closest the door.&nbsp; He figured if he ended up with roommates, they'd probably rather have one of the other two beds and he didn't care one way or the other.<br><br><hr><br>After his luggage was on his chosen bed, he decided he needed a little time to adjust before being sociable, so he escaped to explore the castle and grounds.&nbsp; The hours seemed to fly by as he wandered the massive building, lingering for quite a while in the gorgeous library and picking out a few books for entertainment purposes.&nbsp; These he dropped back off in his room and wound up in the ballroom just minutes before two, feeling as if he'd barely seen any of the castle, and wildly eager to go exploring the woods and coastline.<br><br>He barely listened as the Dean welcomed them all to the school, taking the time to look around at his fellow students, now that he was feeling more even-keel.&nbsp; His brows furrowed at the girl who'd brought her luggage to the event and who seemed to be trying to hide in her backpack.&nbsp; The furrow disappeared as his brows jumped up when she suddenly crawled under her table, glancing around to see if anyone else had noticed this unique power move.&nbsp; A pretty blond in a red dress drew his attention for a moment as she gulped her tea and he suspected he wasn't the only one feeling out of place.&nbsp; Was she just as concerned about suddenly being sent packing when the university discovered their clerical error?<br><br>Rising from his seat, he drew in a deep breath and shoved the fancy gold chair back in before picking up his cup and saucer, and a plate for food.&nbsp; He had been too nervous to eat before his flight, and the few half-hearted bites of abysmal airline food hadn't really filled him up.&nbsp; Now that he was surrounded by delicious sights and smells, he could feel the gaping maw of his teenage boy appetite opening wide.&nbsp; Skirting around other students and the pretty tables, he approached the drinks table first to order himself more orange juice, finding out he could have a pitcher delivered to his table.<br><br>After that, he wandered to the nearest table of food and stared, trying to decide what to get first.&nbsp; "Okay, food shouldn't make me feel guilty for wanting to eat it...this stuff is just too pretty."&nbsp; He muttered to himself as he picked up a perfectly-crafted, star-shaped sandwich with dark bread and something creamy and white in the middle.&nbsp; Holding it up, he squinted at it and arched one brow.&nbsp; "What even is this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>19-02-2020, 21:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/44/05/744405dc557f4dbe2491f20a5a85a81d.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Delilah Iris Desponza (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday| September 30th| 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Black starred off shoulder blouse &amp; Shorts with sandals (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/51/86/20/51862037c9320861aab35b88290cf613.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Awe struck| Curious<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Admiring everything<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Open| Jo(M) |Leena(M) |Grayson<br><hr><br><br>It had to be a plane. <br><br>Any other mode of transportation that Delilah couldn't think she hated more, it was traveling in a tin can at high speeds through the air. If the option had been possible she would have taken her chances on a homemade raft than air travel, not that an oceanic way would have been any more of an promise of safety; but Delilah wasn't the sort to think otherwise. In fact thinking was the last thing on the dulcet beauty's mind when she was faced with the overwhelming fever that was standing at the gate to one of those death machines on the tar mat, more like it took a majority of every fiber of her being just to keep breathing less she pass out, or turn heel and run. The later certainly seeming more and more like plausible cause in the already bustling and packed airport full of others who hardly seemed as worked up, freely wandering around and listening to the blare of announcements that continued to ring out overhead that to Delilah made her ears nearly sting. The rush of discomfort continued to pound deeply within Delilah's heart even as her frozen stance clutching her boarding ticket made for some grumpy passengers brushing past her in the way position, the vivid ache of fears washing over making her feel like the young girl years ago ripped from the adventurous lifestyle of disconnect from the modern world only to be thrust into it once more.Back then it had been an delirious experience of the unknown that Delilah was woefully unprepared for as the thought of concrete jungles to replace that of lush greenery had been a concept that even to this day she struggled with, technology running supreme above the fruits and entertainment of the land bringing forth the ideology of steel monsters that enslaved human kind with their dependence on such.<br><br>Of course back then it had been the government's decision to step in 'for the sake of the child' forgoing any real concern of just how the wild child would cope with such an different sense of living than what she had ever known, they did their part so anything after was simply left in the air. Which was more than likely the reasoning being brought back to such an terrifying experience even years later still visibly affected Delilah whom had never truly came to embrace the honesty of what it was like to be shuffled from one unknown to another, but this time she had Sandra, who could almost feel her adopted daughter's apprehension like a slap in the face.<strong>"You're going to do just fine Del, just remember your manners just like I taught you....and try to not sleep on the roof."</strong>The older woman's features brightened some with the etch of smile lines deepening as she took Delilah's trembling hands in her own. <strong>"At least wait a few days before that.After all it is you."</strong>She'd soon add with a hint of mirth in her sweet voice, the crinkle of a smile making Delilah's heart flutter before she gave a quiet breath.<strong>"I'll try Sandie...I mean...I've never slept on top of a castle before...so it's tempting."</strong>The weight of anxiety remained although Delilah managed a small flit of a smile her mentor's way, the two women laughing to themselves before embracing tightly. <strong>"It'll be okay Del bear I promise.You'll be there before you know it...and you have your phone with you...you remember how to call right?"</strong><br><br>Giving a silent nod the announcement of her plane boarding sent another wave of butterflies to flutter through her stomach, Delilah trying to stay stoic although the soft cup of Sandra's hand across her cheek did little to keep the flood of pin prick tears from her eyes.<strong>"Now don't start that or you'll make me bubble, you're much too pretty to cry."</strong>The whispy haired woman sighed sadly, moving to brush a thumb under Delilah's eye before giving her daughter another tight hug. <strong>"Have fun Delilah and don't forget to call...you have to tell me all about the new friends I know you're going to make, now go.."</strong> Swallowing her heart Delilah would finally break from Sandra's embrace to start the terrifying trek towards the gate, the girl pausing for a brief moment to glance over her shoulder to Sandra one last time, watching the woman dab at her eyes but offer a loving wave.<br><br>This was it, no turning back now.<br><br><hr><br>The actual plane ride itself had been something that Delilah had been more than ready to end even before she had taken her seat, the option of the middle seat ensuring that she wouldn't accidentally catch sight of the window less her fears triple. Snuggly between two other passengers hardly helped matters either though as it took an partially terrified, but fevered glare to let Delilah take over both armrests in order to clutch them in the death grip she had on them. Actual take off had to be the worst of it all for Delilah as she was fairly certain all the blood left her body to settle in her stomach from the effect, her seatmates concerned if they actually needed to call for the attendant in case the dusky female passed out, but luckily it passed and evened out after a while. Once the plane itself had come to an even footing however Delilah managed to unclench her hands from their near imprinted grip on the armrests to instead dug furiously into her bag, whipping out a blanket to practically drape over her head as she blocked everything else from her sight to instead focus on the warm entrapment of her self made tent; she never said she would be a good seatmate really, as the normally charming girl would have joked before hand. Though trapped in a tin can thousands of miles above the ground wasn't the place for that.<br><br>The rest of the trip spent under the safety of her blanket did allow Delilah to manage some sleep, if you counted every ten minutes or so before jolting awake. Even the tap of the flight attendant piercing her bubble of disconnect had garnered at least some response with the mention of some in flight snack, the blind wave of a hand peeking out from beneath the fabric to grab the bag of peanuts to nearly snatch from the woman's hand. They were beyond salty and made her throat dry but something on her stomach did help some, if only a little. By the time the plane had landed however Delilah couldn't get off of the steel trap fast enough as she honestly contemplated climbing over the seats to do so, though Sandra's voice in the back of her head told her otherwise; even if the temptation was growing with every passing moment. <br><br><hr><br>Being on solid ground helped Delilah shed at least a fraction of her anxiety in the way the plane trip had left her a traveling ball of knots with a much needed deep breath taken to fill her lungs, despite the way she arrived it was a bit thrilling to see a new land in which she had only recently had heard of. Sandra had made it a point to try and teach the wild child as much as she could of the rich history of Scotland after the acceptance letter had been given, something that Delilah admittedly enjoyed learning of, as the history coupled with it's lush landscape felt almost like olden times in comparison to the hustle and bustle of the city. Even the air itself felt thick with the cool moistness like that of the jungle after a long rain as the ease of thought began to creep across Delilah's freckled features, the lug of her luggage easily pulled along as she began to wind her way out of the gate and towards the area in which she was to meet others in their quest to Dellban. Giving a light tug across the clinging material of her off the shoulder blouse Delilah felt the lightly cool breeze tickle through her curly tresses to bring a small shiver to race through herself, Sandra had said it would perhaps be much colder than Del would be custom to, though thankfully she had packed a number of sweaters in her bag for such an occasion. <br><br>Boarding the van to take her along with others to the campus hadn't been as awful as the plane ride although Delilah could feel her legs itching to stretch from longer than the short walk from the gate had been, the crumpled paper of Dellban's campus offering some light reading as they traveled. Finding a stretch of track to run wouldn't be difficult it seemed although the forest was what truly caught Delilah's interest more than anything, that while she had promised Sandra she would behave, some outdoors exploring was certainly on the top of her list; along with some real food. The peanuts had been an poor excuse for anything really, although Delilah was more fearful of heaving anything else up should she had tried. Before long the van itself would come to it's eventual stop although Delilah had been much too busy studying the map to notice, that once those deep oak gems glanced away from familiarizing herself with her new 'home', she could feel those pools widen. Castles like these she had once thought only really existed in stories told to children, that it wasn't until Sandra did Delilah learn that they indeed actually did exist, and did they ever. Wide eyed and in utter awe the demure slip of Del's form had somehow managed to get off the van to bask in the magnitude of the castle before her, the teasing thought of sleeping on the roof becoming a bit more of an impossibility, but Delilah being well her...she would try never the less somehow.<br><br>Swallowing hard those fluttering eyes would take in the slew of other students slowly making their way into the entrance, some looking nearly as lost as her, as the air of uncertainty felt just as thick as the breeze itself. Dragging her bags along the staff of Dellban were nice enough although Delilah couldn't help but internally comment how they looked like little penguins in their uniforms, the cold natured birds certainly becoming one of Delilah's favorite animals thanks to Sandra and her vast assortment of Natural Geographic books. As amusing as the thought was the actual pick of her room had been a bit more of a concern for Delilah than she realized as she felt herself more out of place within the grandeur of the castle than ever before, the ornate and highly stylized poster beds looking like they truly did belong in a fairy tale than in real life. Delilah was almost afraid to actually touch anything less she find it shattered under her thumb, her steps light even as she chewed across her lower lip some. Dropping her things in what she soon dubbed the 'aquatic suite' Delilah found herself along with others herded into yet another room to make her feel all the more out of touch with the finery around her, the crisp splendor of the ball room breath taking in it's sophistication. <br><br>Brushing a clump of curly tresses behind her ear with a slightly nervous expression Delilah would find a nearby seat to settle despite the itch to explore, the overwhelming sense of awe taking a good bite out of some of her energy to try and take in her surroundings and process them all at once. Even the tea cups looked as though they were made of the most beautiful of bubbles, that with one touch they were shatter into a million pieces; but Sandra had taught Delilah, pinky up was the proper way, but which spoon was it again? Scowling lightly to herself as she glared down to the cup before her Delilah's attention would shift from proper procedure towards the obvious headmaster whom soon addressed them all, the crowd themselves all gazing in one direction to take in his speech that would inspire some to relax, but Delilah had other matters on her mind. Like...did that girl just disappear under the table? There were a number of others that caught Delilah's attention in the same way the Headmaster had as the blonde in her vibrant crimson dress oddly reminded the jungle girl of a rare flower in the Amazon, what was it called again? Maybe the Passion fruit flower? Or was that the purple one?<br><br>It was deep in this thought that the need for actual food prompted Delilah to raise to her feet unbeknownst to herself even, plush lips pursed as she tackled the terminology of floral buds before another voice flitted across her ears in seemingly the same state of uncertainty. Blinking a few times the curly haired girl shook her own thoughts to focus on the intrusion of another's own out loud thoughts,the dark haired boy seeming more in style of the picturesque castle surroundings than herself. Spying the small sandwich between his fingertips though did prompt Delilah's own thoughts as she peered over his shoulder before musing thoughtfully.<strong>"It almost looks like it's fake doesn't it?But they wouldn't feed us stuff like that...at least I hope not..."</strong>Delilah posed with a blink, oversharing had always been an issue for the girl, so certainly leaving out what instance that prompted her comment was probably the safer route. Then again why anyone would make fake fruit just to display was still a sore subject for the girl having learned, of course the hard way.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>20-02-2020, 05:44:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/68/b3/e7/68b3e79670db8be51a65b0793b8871c7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Giselle Boucher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271642#msg15271642)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Monday, September 30th | ~2PM<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Grand Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Black boots, dark jeans, white shirt beneath leather jacket<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Cautiously curious<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Contemplations<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>She entered the ballroom with an undeniable concoction of swagger and grace.&nbsp; For a moment her amber brown eyes looked about the opulence that surrounded her, pausing for but a second to drink it all in, before moving about the gathering crowd as if seemingly unphased.&nbsp; As if she belonged there.<br><br>Beneath the strong, confident mask, Giselle could not help but to feel a sense of intimidation.&nbsp; A swell of weigh bearing down upon her shoulders.&nbsp; It was as impressive and majestic a place as she had ever been in, a place that seemed as if ripped from the aged pages of fairy tales.&nbsp; It was a place where she could not help but to feel out of place deep down within the depths of her heart and mind.<br><br>The people around her didn’t intimidate her in the slightest.&nbsp; They were but a breath in a summer wind.&nbsp; Negligible.&nbsp; Inconsequential.&nbsp; Insignificant blips upon her radar.&nbsp; And with a glance around at the assembling students, could she be blamed for thinking of such a thing?&nbsp; Look at them.&nbsp; Scrawny.&nbsp; Weak. She could easily beat any of them.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; The people around her could not hold a flame to her even on their best days.<br><br>Being a place like that though?&nbsp; Being in a palace where she felt wholly out of place?&nbsp; Yeah, that was intimidating as fuck.<br><br>Giselle found a table and pulled up a seat.&nbsp; Sitting back in the chair, a look of sheer comfort and confidence being where she was in the moment.&nbsp; It didn’t seem like the typical sort of university, but then again, what really was a typical university?&nbsp; Giselle had no idea what to expect.&nbsp; But this…&nbsp; This wasn’t it. <br><br>The Headmaster, or so she assumed, got up and spoke.&nbsp; Giselle listened for a while before her attentions drifted off, focusing upon her own thoughts. <br><br>Just like being accepted to any sort of university wasn’t what she was expecting.&nbsp; She did okay in school, sure, but to get good enough grades to get to a university?&nbsp; One of this kind of caliber?&nbsp; A part of Giselle was waiting for the curtains to be thrown open, to see the ugly, malformed thing for what it was beneath the veneer of opulence and decadence, but so far, everything seemed to be real, to be the real thing she currently found herself within at that moment.<br><br>Could she hold her own against these people?&nbsp; Physically, without a doubt.&nbsp; No one could beat her in her opinion.&nbsp; Intellectually though?&nbsp; <br><br>Soon the rambling was over, and it was time to eat. The smell of breakfast food was almost intoxicating.&nbsp; She could have eaten what felt like at least five dozen eggs after the long journey.&nbsp; She’d join in on the growing food lines, ready to eat and explore what this place just had to offer.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>20-02-2020, 23:34:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/f3/34/17f33405cb4d535c9add38547889026e.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Oliver Demitri Alphonso Groti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th| 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand ballroom <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> See picture (Black overcoat olive sweater &amp; Jeans)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Curious| Admiring <del>everyone</del> the castle<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Familiarizing himself<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open| Leena <br><hr><br><br>As much as the Boston native didn't want to admit to it, Scotland really had something special as far as the seemingly never ending landscape of green that was so different from the concrete jungle or even the salty mist of the docks mingled with well-fish. It was always different going anywhere although the rich musk of the screaming fish mongers never truly left one's nostrils, that was a smell so uniquely it's own and was a bitch to get rid of, but so far Scotland was landing points in smelling fresh and peaceful? Did peaceful even have a scent?The dark haired lad had to chuckle to himself even as deep hazel eyes finally brought themselves from practically boring his intense gaze from the back of another seemingly student's head, the boy nearly letting out a sigh of relief as the concentrated stare had been felt, but Oliver didn't pay him any mind. Not when there were far more interesting sights to behold as just as quickly pearly whites would flash just across the van's aisle towards a giggling blonde, the thought of if peace actually had a scent quickly taken over by the realization that his brooding behavior had earned him a blushing glance. More than a few times Oliver had caught the blonde in a literal game of tag with their gazes enough to warrant a playful bump of a brow to entice another giggle from the girl, oh yea Scotland was shaping up <em>quite</em> well.<br><br>Sure the actual reasoning he even found himself here still had some suspicions that even now didn't quite escape Oliver's mind int he midst of his openly display of flirting, that he just so <em>happen</em> to have an first class invitation to a finery school on the tails of a potential jail sentence? The rough and tough male hardly believed in the heavens, as much as his old mum would whomp him for dare saying so, but there seemed to be something looking out for his increasingly confident ass so he wasn't going to complain too much. If it meant he'd see the sun again and actually get some good credit on his resume for the future then far be him to fight it, another glance lazily flickering over to the blonde once more as Oliver gave a wink before smirking widely, ah yea he could get used to this. The actual trip hadn't bothered Oliver too much he had to admit...plane food always sucked unless you were in first class; which naturally Oliver had <em>tried</em> to maneuver himself into.He had all but got five minutes in those oh so plush and mattress of a seat before he was practically chased out with a broom like some feral alley cat, but the real victor came to him as the swipe of some lush slippers became his little prize. Not like they would miss one pair after all, so it was worth the trouble.<br><br><hr><br>It had taken all of Oliver's control not to immediately find himself cozied up to the blonde's side he had been mutually eyeing the whole ride in the van as much as he had wanted to, a parting wink an silent invitation for a pick up at a later time as the crowd was being herded along.It wasn't as though they wouldn't catch eyes again given they were heading to the same place, although a much more focused attention to the massive castle did bring the thought to come to a screeching halt. Jesus this was a damn school?! Maybe it wouldn't be as easy as once thought much to Oliver's only slight dismay, an blow of his scruffy cheeks earning an sigh from the young man while he hitched his bag further up on his shoulder.<strong>"Jeez with a place like this you'd think we're being knighted or somethin."</strong>He found himself mumbling in slight awe, being wide eyed and starry eyed wasn't the <em>cool</em> thing to do so naturally Oliver kept his aloof demeanor while internally amazed by the grand sights. He was the cool guy after all.<br><br>Shuffling after the group of fellow students Oliver made a mind to keep his bearings to study the various halls and ways about the place, namely ensuring he wouldn't find himself lost while trying to make an escape to his room, or a much more plausible reason being what ways that would make for some fun later. He at the very least made sure to remember his own room number as he casually tossed his belongings onto the nearest bed without a care, if someone wanted it then he'd move but it was just a bed, so he hardly thought it mattered. Pulling at his collar some he'd follow the group with some interest of the sudden chatter that was the ballroom, at first deflated because who <em>hadn't</em> seen a ballroom in their life by this point? Though actually crossing the threshold felt very much akin to a literal step into a different time as even Oliver had a hard time keeping his composure, brought hazels widening a tad before he blinked.<em>Whoa...</em> so it was <em>that</em> kind of place huh? From the delicate tea cups and finest silver on the table tops to a literal buffet of delcaicies fit for a king it was a wonder once again on how he found himself here, boy he may actually have to start praying to whatever just to thank 'em. <br><br>Sharp eyes flickering from the huddled heads of others to some beginning to disperse through the area Oliver found himself overblown by the sight of so many lovely sights as far as the eyes could see, was this some kind of modeling place or what? There was no way these people were just people...some in particular as ravishing as the sun's rays themselves, a vibrant streak of red certainly catching his eye for a bit longer. <strong>"Well boyo you've really landed yerself in some kind of heaven alright."</strong>Oliver mused to himself, flashing a wide smile even as he casually began to drift closer to an available table and in good time too. No sooner did his rear settle did the headmaster begin his whole spiel and introduction, Oliver's attention only half on the man, namely because his current seatmate had disappeared; literally.At first Oliver had only taken the first seat available because the headmaster had started talking and strict household dictated standing while someone spoke over a crowd was rude, he could almost feel the goose egg on the back of his head from the first and only time he'd 'forgotten'. His mum really did have some kind of mega grip on that broom of her's...<br><br>Once he had settled though he realized the unique beauty just a few seats to his right was either attempting some kind of contest of how much food she could shove in her mouth at one time, or was actually so starved that there was no impulse control. Whatever the case was though the subtle squirreling of the finger sandwiches into her bag hadn't escaped Oliver's gaze as he simply rose a brow, a glance around given before he turned back to find the strange girl vanished; well at least out of sight.He had seen the wide eyed and almost frightened expression on her face before he had let his eyes wander as though asking no one in particular what her deal was, but the scuffle under the table that happened to brush across his shin made it obvious it wasn't just table legs under there. So naturally Oliver being the curious sort he was did not hesitate to bend at his waist to bring his top half under the table as well in order to get a glimpse of what he hoped was the girl not in some precarious position, his voice somewhat hushed as he spoke.<strong>"Uh hey if you're gonna get sick I'd probably not do it under here?There's a bathroom you know.Need some help?"</strong>Oliver flashed his most charming smolder he possessed, hoping that he wouldn't find what his fears were and upset the girl. She was quite the hypnotic slip of a thing, a bit weird but who wasn't?<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>21-02-2020, 05:44:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcS4zhf5674TITAXPmOpJ5zlAC1tKFhvZt2C79FiUjzFL1EkJVTw)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Casual travel attire (https://resize-public.ladmedia.fr/img/var/public/storage/images/news/photos-terence-telle-le-mannequin-sexy-qui-va-mettre-le-feu-a-danse-avec-les-stars-1482950/1482960/38746191-1-fre-FR/image.jpg) -&gt; Change into pictured <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Excited<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to opening ceremonies <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Giselle Boucher, Open <br><hr><br>The flight was ten hours, with one stop on the way. Indianapolis to Scotland, and boring as all hell.<br>It wasn't uncomfortable, they really went all out in first class these days, that seemed to be the trade for making coach tighter and tighter. His dad had even gone so far as to make sure there wasn't anyone in the seat next to him. He hadn't asked him to. Hell, a seat mate might have even made the trip go by faster. But his dad...hadn't so much insisted, as just went ahead and arranged it that way without one word to Marshall…<br>Or rather, Heather, his father's personal assistant, made the arrangements. Either way, Marshall wasn't made aware until he scanned the boarding pass on his phone and found both seats reserved without exception. <br><br>So while ten hours in luxury accommodations was nothing to spit at. Ten grueling hours, stuck in a seat, all by yourself, for someone who had trouble sitting still and really didn't care for being alone, would be like hell! A slow gondola ride down the river Styx. Only his earbuds in, and his phone in his hands to keep him entertained. <br>At least they had wifi on planes now. His friends back at Notre Dame could make 'Fresh Prince' jokes on his selfies of drinking orange juice from a champagne glass, while he listened to an unsorted arrangement of music. At one point he decided to go ahead and watch that new Scorsese movie 'The Irishman', since he finally had time. Fortunately he just barely finished it before they were beginning to land.<br><br>Having grown up spending his summers at a lake house, the natural vista of Scotland wasn't something he was completely unfamiliar with. Though he had to admit, the old world charm of the area did have an almost storybook feel to it. That was at least amusing enough to keep him looking out the window, with a big grin on his face, the entire train and van ride to his new school. <br>He was mostly silent the entire trip, with his earbuds in, only making eye contact and giving a smile to the others around him now and then. In his mind he was less worried about fitting in on the journey, and more interested in making a mental list of all these places he was seeing that he wanted to visit again, and what his daily routine would be like in this new, storybook, setting. <br><br>When the vans finally arrived, Marshall was in as much awe as anyone. Letting his eyes wander over the expanse of what was literally a castle. Honestly, he thought any remaining castles just existed for the sake of tourism. But this thing was real as the day, with its towers and high walls, and unless the drivers were about to inform them that a mistake had been made, this would be where he would be living for the next two years.<br>All the excitement finally bubbled forward in a quick, delighted, laugh, while still admiring the outside architecture. Hoping that the inside was nearly as incredible, as he picked up his bags from the back of the van.<br><br>The inside didn't disappoint, with its walls of incredible art. Hallways lined with big, beautiful rooms, and even a look out at the landscape behind the castle left him in awe. He was able to spend a good half hour wandering, and staring out the windows, just trying to take in these new surroundings. All the wonder and excitement finally culminating in a barely vocalized, <strong>"...woo-oow…"</strong><br>If they didn't have a schedule to keep, he could have wondered around the rest of the night.<br><br>But since they did have a schedule, and Marshall had never been one to be late to anything, he made his way back to where his bags were waiting for him to pick a room assignment. Not caring much about who he'd be rooming with, Marshall just quickly pointed out one of the less frilly looking dorms with three beds, and immediately someone was leading him, with his bags, down one of the long ornate hallways. <br>Once he was in his new dorm he noticed one bed already taken, by the door. A quick scan of the room and he decided to set up his stuff on the bed nearest the window. Then with a mild wonder about what his roommates would be like, he decided to change for the formal gala he was told they would all be meeting at. High tea, like castles, another thing he hadn't actually thought was a real thing that people did any more. But hey, when in Rome.<br><br>Making it to the ballroom with a little time to spare, he allowed himself a moment to take a look around at the banquet and the finger foods all laid out for them. Them being him and all the other various students filling the hall. The more people he was around, the more his excitement grew. For some reason, he had this feeling of belonging amongst these peers. Something he hadn't expected, at least so soon. But sure enough, being among the others here just felt right. <br>He found a seat next to a woman in a leather jacket who almost looked as out of place as he felt. But there was a strong air about her that had him just offering a half smile and nod, before the headmaster started speaking. <br><br>Most of the speech went over his head, like so many other welcome speeches. At least that much was the same no matter what country he was in. <br><br>When it was over he was more than ready to stand, and did so along with the leather jacket woman, ready to head over and see what food they had prepared.<br><strong>"...I hope I'm not the only one who feeling like it's thier first day at Hogwarts."</strong> he said low to the tough lady in the leather jacket. <br>...and that he wasn't the only one that turned to humor in tense situations. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>22-02-2020, 04:19:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ca3TZA_WwAAhzzc.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 14:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Resist &amp; Rebel t-shirt, jeans, dress shoes<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> This Here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWgUAwqgf3k)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to opening ceremonies <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Dr. Broussard, Open <br><hr><br>The last thirty-six hours had been surreal.&nbsp; In particular; arriving in Scotland.&nbsp; He had been busy during the flight over, checking out the other people in first class and wondering which ones might also be heading to Dellban.&nbsp; Since arriving he realized that the waters here ran deep.&nbsp; Everyone here was a tiger in one way or another.&nbsp; It made him anxious.&nbsp; It gave him a lot of points of concern.&nbsp; A lot of targets.<br><br>Yes...there was a seemingly-bottomless supply of wildly attractive women but since arriving he found himself focused more on just who was better than him...and at what.<br><br>He entered the ballroom albeit as late as he dared on the first day and he moved in a wandering, crooked line through the room and the people present as he looked up at the ceiling.<br><br>"What...the...fuck?", he growled quietly to...well...no one in particular as he took in the decor of the room.&nbsp; He moved forward but slowly turned in a circle as he did, taking in the overwhelming presence of the room, stopping suddenly when his foot bumped up against a chair leg.&nbsp; Pausing...looking about as he realized he was in the center of the room and was in the process of deciding what to do next when a man stood and began to address all of the people in the room.&nbsp; Jack's eyes narrowed slightly as took in the sight of the man, listening.&nbsp; He stood in front of everyone...speaking so easily and so confidently.&nbsp; Jack was envious of that.<br><br>He listened to all that the man said, still standing where he had stopped in the middle of the room.&nbsp; A soft, squeaking sound spilling from him as he pressed his tongue against the outside of his teeth and sucked on them.&nbsp; Thinking...processing...<br><br>All of this...all of it...seemed a little too good to be true.<br><br>"Still...a free ride."&nbsp; He reminded himself quietly.&nbsp; His brow was furrowed in thought as looked about, taking in the sights of all the food and drink and people that were available.&nbsp; After thinking about it, he moved with a purpose, winding his way through the tables and without slowing down he reached out and grabbed a stick of grilled asparagus that was on a shining, silver platter nearby.&nbsp; He placed it on his mouth, almost as though a cowboy would with a piece of straw, chewing on it and it was...well...it might have been the best thing he'd ever put in his mouth...ever.&nbsp; &nbsp;So much so that he paused and pulled the chewed asparagus out of his mouth, a curious look on his face forming as he checked to make sure it was indeed asparagus only to the chew it down altogether.&nbsp; Wiping both hands on the thighs of his jeans he proceeded to move to the head table.<br><br>He approached the man that had been speaking and without hesitation he extended his hand towards him across the table and offered a short, sharp nod of his head.&nbsp; "Jack Spratowski."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>23-02-2020, 21:55:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.dnamodels.com/media/images/useruploaded/cache/181027_22_3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Leena Guillen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271661#msg15271661)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Sep. 30th / 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Old leather boots, jeans with a few natural tatters, a black t-shirt, and a slightly oversized black peacoat over it all<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Apprehensive <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Oliver<br><hr><br><strong>"...jeez...not even here one day...can't take you anywhere…"</strong><br>Despite her mumbling and nearly frantic shuffling around with her backpack, Leena was actually the most comfortable she had been all day. Concealed in the darkness under the table, closed off from everyone else around, she was in her element. She was quick and precise, as she stuffed something back away in her bag.<br><strong>"...just try not to get us kicked out on the first day...and don't get our food all furry - Huh?"</strong><br><br>Suddenly her seclusion was disrupted as a broken beam of light shot in, followed by the concerned voice of someone who had noticed her strange behavior. <br>Leena's eyes went wide as dinner plates and looked like they could have bulged right out of her head. All at once it felt like the roof was collapsing down on her. The jig was up. Whomever this was, probably a staff member who couldn't wait to find some troublemaking student, so they could get their rocks off by having them kicked out. She and Trotsky were probably going to have to go on the run if they wanted to avoid being chased down by the likes of Interpol, Scotland Yard… Animal Control!<br>Her only saving grace being that her back was still turned to whomever the intruder was. <br><br>With one more quick shove and a frantic closing of her bag, Leena turned just her head, to see who was there. The look of fear leaving her eyes and being replaced by that of an animal cornered.<br>But when she saw the boy's face, and that melted custard pudding look he was giving her, it occurred to her that this wasn't a teacher, or other staff member. This was another student, like her. Which meant he had no allegiance yet…<br><br>The wide eyed look of shock came back to her face, and she decided to act. The boy wouldn't even barely finish the word <em>"...help."</em> when she lunged at him. Digging her claws into the shoulders of his coat, she used her coiled position to yank him down under the table with her. She didn't stop moving for one second and she continued to pull him in against her to batter&nbsp; wrap her arms around him, one pinning one of his arms against him at the elbow, the other wrapped around his shoulder so her hand could clasp tightly over his mouth. <br>Pulling the side of his face right up against her own, smooshed in like she was trying to poke him in the eye, with her eye. There was a beat of silence before she let out a hushed <strong>"...sshhhhhh…"</strong>, her intense eye focused directly on his.<br><br><strong>"Are you watching me?...did somebody tell you to follow me?"</strong> she whispered right near his face. <strong>"...blink once for yes, twice for no…"</strong><br><br>Once he responded she would slowly let go of his mouth. <strong>"...what's your name?"</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrAlanNH</strong> on <strong>24-02-2020, 00:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7cNoRru.png)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> <strong>Roslyn Walder</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15273555#msg15273555) <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> 30 Sept | 2pm <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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>&nbsp; <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> excited | optimistic <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> meetin’ and eatin’ <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jo, Grayson (M), Marshall (M), Leena (M) | open&nbsp; <br><br><hr>&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; Elegant lights mounted around the room’s walls reflected off the ubiquitous gilded details and bathed everything in a soft golden light.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; All in all though, every member of the student body, even the dressed down ones, was fairly attractive and appealing in their own way.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; There were a couple of extra seats next to her in case her roommates wanted to sit with her.&nbsp; As she approached, she gave a little gasp and leaned in to get a closer look at the floral arrangement.&nbsp; “Are those...they are!&nbsp; Black Baccara roses!”&nbsp; She cautiously reached out and tenderly stroked a petal between her fingertips as an adoring coo escaped her lips.&nbsp; She teased one of the <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; She gave a sheepish what-can-you-do grin before turning her attention to the handsome man as he spoke.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <br><br>After Dr. Boussard finished his speech, Roz turned back towards the blonde next to her.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing, hun.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2020, 17:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/f3/34/17f33405cb4d535c9add38547889026e.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Oliver Demitri Alphonso Groti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th| 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand ballroom| Under the table<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> See picture (Black overcoat olive sweater &amp; Jeans)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Curious| Admiring <del>everyone</del> the castle<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Familiarizing himself| Yanked under the table and held against his will?<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open| Leena <br><hr><br>There had been many times where Oliver had stuck himself in business that probably wasn't needed due to the overwhelming curiosity that drove him forward, ignoring the little voice in his head that would save him from an otherwise unpleasant experience. It would have saved him from the unexpected left hook a few years ago that left his jaw in pieces for a few weeks and having not have to slurp his meals down with a straw, but then again he wouldn't have also come across an assault in progress so the need to throw himself into unknown territory at times did have it's use. While he highly doubted the odd girl suddenly ducking under the table was anything that severe by any means the same thought process followed through never the less, hazel eyes squinting in order to deduct if what his previous thought of her simply too afraid of getting sick in front of a crowd was the reasoning, he was woefully prepared for what she actually did. At first Oliver was fairly certain the spastic girl had been under some kind of ailment that made her seek out the safety of underneath the table in the ballroom, the easy melt of his smile stretching across his rugged features aimed at the back of her head as though she could feel his well intentions for what they were. Oliver wasn't one to skip out on aiding someone no matter how weird they acted as the fact she had an odd allure to her overall presence only strengthened the mentality of extending his help, so long as he didn't actually get vomit on him he'd survive with anything else. <br><br>It was that strange allure though that he would get quite the up close viewing of that ultimately changed the dynamic as no sooner had he ushered out his aide did Oliver find himself snatched out of his chair by what he could only describe as 'crazy strength', Leena looking like a little slip of thing but in Oliver's experience the unusual ones typically were able to tap into some bank of unexpected strength that didn't seem possible. Giving a rather surprised yelp that in hindsight probably sounded a bit more pathetic than what he wished it would have sounded his rump left his chair to join the girl under the table in a blink of an eye, any available light now obscuring the two of them in dim darkness as he caught his breath.The damn girl sprung like she was like some kind of serpent as Oliver was vividly reminded with how she practically tore into his coat from her grab, the young man thankful he had the coat in place as some kind of protection. The thoughts of getting ripped to shreds by Leena's nails however was the least of Oliver's worries as the sudden press of her lithe form using itself to completely immobilize himself as she wound around him replaced what worry with now growing concern, and maybe a dash of awe. Crazy or not staring into those wide eyes did have a way of hypnotizing the brawler in a way if any other had they wouldn't be met with stunned compliance, or maybe it was because she seemed like she was on a hair trigger as it was and finally that little voice in his said it wouldn't be in his best interest to test her. Not until he at least figured out her brand of crazy.<br><br>Rich hazel completely focused on Leena's own pools even in the low light he could make out her fair but distinct features, the closeness aiding in that regard, but actually feeling them against his scruff made up for a more vivid picture.So when she actually did speak Oliver was acutely aware even while completely stunned by her antics, who slapped their hand over someone's mouth like this anyways?Brows knotted briefly he would comply with Leena's demand of an answer through blinks as silly as it was, giving a noticeable blink twice before her hand finally uncovered his mouth to reveal the twist of his lips already curled in an amused smirk.<strong>"Okay you're not getting sick...good to know."</strong>He couldn't help but muse smoothly, at least he could cross that off the list of what was Leena's issues; but something told him that list was probably longer than even he could fathom. Now able to focus on anything other than the way her hand had felt across his mouth Oliver was able to shake away some of the shock from himself to instead flash a conspiratorial look his cohort's way, noting she hadn't quite moved away as he took the initiative to give Leena a poke right in the center of her forehead with his forefinger.<br><br><strong>"Names Oliver, Oliver Groti, that while I'd say it was a pleasure, sorta....but you mind telling me just <em>who</em> you think is following you?"</strong>Oliver mused thoughtfully, that maybe playing into the girl's fantasy would give up more answers. <strong>"You know if you wanted to know my name though all you had to do was ask...not that under the table isn't er...interesting."</strong>The more playful hint teased at Oliver's voice as he flashed a grin, his hand now held out as he gave a cock of his head.<strong>"What's your name mystery girl?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>24-02-2020, 18:25:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/djimon-hounsou.jpeg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Dr. Francis Boussard (GMNPC)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2 pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack | Open<br><hr><br>Dr. Boussard had fallen into a casual discussion with the imperious woman on his left, but as Jack approached his attention shifted.&nbsp; Most of the professors watched with interest as the older man turned to Jack and offered another of those broad, winning smiles before rising and reaching out to accept the offered hand.&nbsp; Boussard's grip was firm and forthright, his shake just as confident and direct.&nbsp; Two brisk pumps as his free hand rose to clasp Jack's opposite shoulder with an air of comfortable camaraderie.<br><br>"Of course, Mr. Spratowski.&nbsp; I'm Dr. Francis Boussard, and this is Madame Gehring.&nbsp; I trust your trip was as comfortable as a flight from North America can be?"&nbsp; Boussard spoke with an unmistakable accent, though its origins were nigh impossible to place.&nbsp; The smooth baritone bolstered his cultured and captivating voice, and yet he seemed to have mastered the art of tempering his volume to an intimate level.&nbsp; As he introduced her, he released Jack to motion to the haughty woman of indeterminate age still seated to his left.&nbsp; Her response was a bare cocking of one slender brow and the lifting of her champagne flute of what likely wasn't just orange juice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>24-02-2020, 19:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ca3TZA_WwAAhzzc.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 14:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Resist &amp; Rebel t-shirt, jeans, dress shoes<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> This Here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWgUAwqgf3k)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to opening ceremonies <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Dr. Broussard, Madam Gehring, Open <br><hr><br>Jack's transition to the woman next to Dr Broussard was a decidedly more deferential one than possibly anticipated.&nbsp; She did not offer her hand in greeting which was more than enough of a signal to Jack.&nbsp; Nevertheless he ensured he made eye contact with the imperious looking woman and giving a small, but confident smile before slightly nodding his head in greeting.&nbsp; "It's good to meet you, Madame Gehring."&nbsp; These people were definitely not his kind of people but that wasn't necessarily an indictment.<br><br>His attention returned to Dr Broussard and offered the man an easy smile.&nbsp; "The trip was great, thank you. I've never..." , he paused.&nbsp; Pressing his lips together slightly in irritation as he realized he had been ready to reveal to them that he had never been on a plane like that before...or ever on a trip like this.&nbsp; His smile returned quickly as he continued.&nbsp; "It was my first international flight and I thought the whole thing went great."&nbsp; He continued eye contact with Dr Broussard as he spoke.&nbsp; "I wanted to take a moment to thank you for taking a chance on me and giving me this opportunity.&nbsp; I will try to not give you a reason to regret it."<br><br>He paused and looked behind him, only to then look back at him and speak in a quieter tone.<br><br>"I was also looking for some guidance around a job here that I can do on the campus or somewhere nearby?&nbsp; I need to be able to earn about a hundred and fifty dollars a week to send home.&nbsp; You don't have to tell me right now of course but if you think of an opportunity, I'm not afraid to work."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>24-02-2020, 23:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/61509ce5646931c22d9f8e0d5e4f4983/tumblr_pldn57nIyR1smw1wso1_1280.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Stefanie Cirillo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271333#msg15271333)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Burgundy-lace bustier-eqsue top, high-wasted, black dress pants with matching casual-style blazer (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/53/d8/c253d84cb57f747058faeb810a9a2a95.jpg) and black, strappy heels. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5a/02/a4/5a02a46ce0d6ac6443b59d066ebc9b2a.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Nervous, Overwhelmed, but holding it together.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Opening Ceremony Introduction, Unintentional ease-dropping &amp; Strawberry tasting.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Marshall (M), Giselle (M), Delilah &amp; Grayson | Open<br><hr><br>The journey from Connecticut on the east coast of the US to the northern half of Scotland was definitely not a straightforward one. Her flight had a stopover in Amsterdam, thankfully splitting up the many hours and giving her the ability to stretch her legs and eat something that wasn’t in the category ‘plane food’. While the journey had taken its toll on her in some ways, Stefanie had been able to nap while listening to her music, enjoy a film or two and apply some makeup before she arrived in the United Kingdom.&nbsp; <br><br>The weather was just as miserable as it was back home, and she found herself wishing once again for that beautiful Greek summer she used to enjoy as a kid. From the airport in Inverness, Scotland, Stefanie was shuttled to the cities train station and from there, she travelled by train to the closest stop to Dellban University. She noted that seemingly other students had been with her through the latter half of the long journey, though made no attempts to socialise, choosing instead to keep her earbuds firmly in place as she was seated on a minibus that would take them to the University for the last leg of her journey. At least, she hoped that was the case, because all this travelling was beginning to frustrate her and she’d rather not end up lost in a foreign country. <br>&nbsp;<br>Arriving at the castle proper was something Stefanie, and she was sure the other students, didn’t quite expect. It was a sight that took her breath away, the architecture was fanciful and outright beautiful, the lands that surrounded it seemed lush and expansive. Even as she stepped out onto the grounds and the caretakers moved to help her with her things, she was shocked at how they were dressed so uniformly and seemed so professional, but also how they fit with the feel of it all. This was a university, but it was a castle first, seemingly one that stepped right out of a story book to take root here. And now, this was to be her home for the next few years. How could one complain about that? <br><br>Stefanie was too curious of her surroundings as she stepped through the threshold along with other students, paying them no mind whatsoever as she was escorted to pick out a room placement and then guided to said room. The room where she’d be staying with two other people for the next few years. The idea of roommates irked her somewhat, Stefanie very much liked having her own space, but she stepped into the fairly large and lavishly decorated room with a smile. It really was beautiful. She laid down her things on her chosen bed at the further end of the room near the beautiful bay window that was plush with delicate cushions and outlined with matching drapes that also fell around the headboard of her bed. She took some time adjusting to the room and relaxing, only to get changed from her comfy, airport attire to something more formal, to match the high tea she knew would take place that afternoon. She, of course, had to look presentable and assumed everyone else would be doing so for the occasion. Hell, even if that wasn’t the case, Stef was always going to put some effort in when it came to her appearance. <br><br>Stefanie made her way toward the hall where the high tea opening ceremony would be taking place and her breath caught in her throat once again as she stepped inside. The elegant, period feel of the place really lent itself to that whimsical atmosphere and she felt the butterflies fluttering in her stomach and a voice in the back of her head saying: <br><br><em>’Are you sure you fit here?’</em> <br><br>Surely everyone else was having the same sort of thoughts; she couldn’t be alone in this...overwhelmed mindset. <br><br>Steeling herself, the brunette continued her stride inside, blue eyes scanning the faces that had already seated themselves at tables as well as that of the staff, the open side of the ballroom, the faculty that seemed to sit at the head table toward the top of the room. That anxiety didn’t go away, but Stefanie bit the bullet and took a seat down besides an open chair, content in requesting the service of a member of staff to pour her a glass of water, which they brought to her table adorned with a slice of cucumber and ice. <em>Posh peoples water.</em> She began observing the flower arrangement on the table absentmindedly when the headmaster spoke up and announced his presence to those in attendance. Her eyes followed him as he paced, listening to his words as they echoed around the room – it was the usual spiel that schools like to preach – and then he was done and they were left to their own devices, to mingle.&nbsp; <br><br><em>’Oh boy.’</em> <br><br>Almost immediately, Stefanie stood up again, taking her glass with her cautiously while her other hand flattened the black material of her form-fitting dress pants. Rolling her shoulders back, the matching black blazer shifting slightly with the change in her posture as her long, chestnut locks fell back over her shoulders, she stepped away from the table and started over toward where all the wonderfully decorated – and pretty damn adorable – finger foods were laid out. On her way, she passed a pair who were just raising from their seats; one adorned in a leather jacket, the other in a grey blazer, catching the end of their conversation and the male students Hogwarts line. <br><br>A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she continued past them, an inaudible scoff causing her head to bob slightly. He wasn’t wrong, this place easily fit the bill of an alternative universe Hogwarts, where all the students were a little bit older and a lot less magically inclined. Thankfully their headmaster wasn’t a Dumbledore look-a-like, or she might have been looking around for a kid with a forehead scar and awaiting the arrival of some scary, nose-less dude.&nbsp; <br><br>Stefanie made her way silently toward the table of snacks, her heels quiet against the carpet laid out on this side of the room, and she stepped up beside the pair who appeared to be admiring the presentation of the food. Again, she caught the last part of the conversation it seemed, where the girl in the denim shorts and beautiful complexion was commenting on how it all looked fake. What was with her and ease dropping the last bits of people's conversations? She extended a hand, picking up one of the strawberries and raising it to her mouth, taking a bite. It was the freshest strawberry she’d possibly ever eaten; it practically made her taste buds sing. <br><br>“Definitely fake.” She added to the conversation after she’d swallowed her first bite. “I wouldn’t touch them if I were you. Lawsuit on the first day doesn’t sound ideal.” She offered them a sly wink with the tiniest of smirks as she took another bite into her strawberry. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>24-02-2020, 23:51:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/414aa81d75a3b3299d4b8d4144e028ae/tumblr_ouolf6smL91vd20lzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Finley Pritchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272539#msg15272539)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> A muted orange, oversized shirt and fitted, white jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d4/df/35/d4df3597ea0763219c848d196b72a867.jpg) with brown loafers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/office-lemming-bar-loafers-in-tan-leather/12913628-1-tan?$XXL$&amp;wid=513&amp;fit=constrain)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Excited, Relaxed, Curious<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Arrival, Opening Ceremony Introduction &amp; Tea Drinking<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Open<br><hr><br>Luckily for him, his journey up to Scotland wasn’t so bad; a quick flight from the south-east of England and he was there, a short train ride from Inverness city to the outskirts of the university and then a shuttle bus to the grounds itself. Easily done. Finley had never been up this far north and the landscape wasn’t too much different, but he very much enjoyed travelling and watching the world go by as he did. The majority of the journey he listened to an audio book and kept to himself, content in his observations of the landscapes that lined the roads to Dellban University. <br><br>As the bus slowed down the main driveway and the university grounds made way to the castle itself, Finley shifted in his seat, sitting up straight and pulling one ear piece from his ear as if the less he heard from his book, the more he would be able to see, or comprehend, of the building. Seeing it photographed on the brochure was one thing, but live, in person, with his own eyes? It was inspiring and awe inducing to say the least. This building was to be his home for the next few years, he knew that, but the reality of it wouldn’t quite sink it. Perhaps it never would. How did he manage to get so...lucky? The idea of having to go home again at some point sat uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. <br><br>Fin exited the shuttle along with the rest of the students, his eyes barely able to peel away from the architecture of the castle proper, even for the briefest of moments to address the staff member that approached him, but he eventually handed over his things and adjusted his backpack, heading inside. The interior was just as beautiful, if a little dated. It was beautifully done but the inspiration behind the décor was in line with what his grandparents would have enjoyed; his family was a lot more modern and simplistic in their tastes, so he had grown up with a similar outlook on home decoration and design. Finley picked out his room and followed the lead of the house employee up the grand staircase. The room had already been designated for two other students by the time he filled in and the idea of sharing a room with strangers was equally exciting and nerve wrecking. He found himself drifting off, wondering who he’d be rooming with and what sort of people they were, as he wandered the hallway to his new sleeping space. <br><br>The other students were absent by the time he’d arrived, though their things were already claiming beds from the looks of it. He took the bed that was left and decided on exploring the building before he’d return to get ready for the opening ceremony that was scheduled as their first official event; an afternoon high tea. How very pompous. He was looking forward to the food though, that was for sure. Changing out of his comfortable, travelling gear (just a pair of joggers and a hoodie), Finley took a second to fiddle with the mess of hair on his head before heading out to find the ballroom. <br><br>It didn’t take Fin long, he’d been upfront enough to ask someone where it was he was going exactly, and then signage took over in guiding him to the entrance of the large hall where a lot of the students had started to gather. The interior matched the grand, lavish feel of the rest of the castle, as was to be expected, and he casually made his way toward a table, taking a seat and requesting a cup of tea. A teapot was brought to him promptly and he filled the delicate china cup that rested on the table before him. One sugar and a drop of milk; he liked it strong. <br><br>The headmaster began his speech then, but Fin was too busy looking around, taking note of the other faces that littered the room. There were a lot of beautiful people here, it was kind of...unexpected. The prospect of taking their portraits excited him for the briefest of minutes as he let his imagination run away with him. The boy simply lounged back in his chair as the formally dressed headmaster at the top table continued, happy to collect glimpses of those around him, unashamed of catching people's attention with his stares, simply smiling widely back, maybe even giving a wave, if they caught him looking.&nbsp; <br><br>After the headmaster had finished his speech and retaken his seat, Finley waited at his table, contently sipping on his teacup as his attention moved about the room. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>27-02-2020, 22:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/68/b3/e7/68b3e79670db8be51a65b0793b8871c7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Giselle Boucher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271642#msg15271642)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Monday, September 30th | ~2PM<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Grand Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Black boots, dark jeans, white shirt beneath leather jacket<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Cautiously curious<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Contemplations<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Marshall Wood<br><hr><br>Get some food and do some exploring.&nbsp; Those were Giselle's top priorities on that eventful morning.&nbsp; An undeniably large portion of her yearned to do some exploration of the palace she unexpectedly found herself within, to see just what this place had to offer beyond the trappings of academia.&nbsp; Check out the grounds.&nbsp; Scope out the halls and hidden nooks that were just waiting to be discovered.&nbsp; Find some pretties to chat up and make swoon.<br><br>But first, food, because Giselle was starving after the long journey and what felt like an even longer speech.<br><br>Those finger foods and other dainty little treats failed to impress the famished young woman.&nbsp; Why waste time whetting one's already sharp appetite when there were omelets to be had? The tables were such negligible little fancies were bypassed entirely as she joined in on the line for some more meaningful grub.<br><br>Her eyes lingered upon the eggs that were being prepared, the delicious and savory little meals that were made with seemingly delicate care.&nbsp; She almost didn't notice the fact that someone was speaking to her.&nbsp; Almost.<br><br>Giselle turned her head towards him, processing his words with an almost slight sense of confusion before the meaning dawned upon her.&nbsp; “Yeah, like those movies, right?” She said with a sage little nod of her head, her words coated in the thick French accent.&nbsp; “Never did like them.”<br><br>Nerd, she thought to herself.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-02-2020, 20:19:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/djimon-hounsou.jpeg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Dr. Francis Boussard (GMNPC)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2 pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack | Open<br><hr><br>Dr. Boussard watched Jack with an expression that radiated the sort of knowing non-judgment one might expect from the mentor figure in any young adult movie or book.&nbsp; His resting smile widened when Jack related his feelings on the trip and he laughed gently.&nbsp; "I'm pleased to hear that.&nbsp; My own first time traveling internationally was not nearly as fun.&nbsp; Needless to say, fifty-thousand feet is not the ideal place to discover that you get motion sickness if you're on a plane for too long."<br><br>As Jack continued, the Dean's expression shifted to one more serious and contemplative.&nbsp; After a moment of thought, the smile returned and he nodded again with another reassuring clap to Jack's shoulder.&nbsp; His own volume lowered to match the younger man's as he replied.&nbsp; "I know just the thing.&nbsp; Our chief maintenance operator, Arthur, can always use an extra set of hands around the place.&nbsp; Now, we all want you as focused on your studies as possible, but a couple of hours a night with a few more on weekends shouldn't put too much of a strain on that.&nbsp; I'll talk with him this evening and he'll let you know when and where to start. Good?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>29-02-2020, 00:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/1b/72137218_958926787792898_6245942073171418573_n.jpg/720px-72137218_958926787792898_6245942073171418573_n.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Gabby Bonnet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271105#msg15271105)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | ~ 2 pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Hot And Classy (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/46/GabbyTea.png/1200px-GabbyTea.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Rhianna - Diamonds (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWA2pjMjpBs)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Tea Time<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Open<br><hr><br>Gabrielle's mood, already soaring from the beauty of her surroundings and her excitement over the new adventure, had reached peak levels over the fabulousness of her roommates.&nbsp; Both girls were amazingly fun and seemed to perfectly suit her, even just judging on their relatively short conversation earlier in the day.&nbsp; She would have spent more time getting to know them, but she wasn't about to leave her beautiful things packed away for long.&nbsp; After she'd unpacked everything and carefully put her things away, grateful that the room came equipped with more than enough storage for even three fashionistas, she had felt the weariness of travel and high emotion settling over her.<br><br>An hour long nap refreshed her and left her roughly two hours to get ready, which might have seemed like a lot of time to someone else.&nbsp; For her it was going to be a bit of a rush to look her best at that afternoon's event.&nbsp; Still, she took a steamy shower, savoring the excellent water pressure, then smoothed her Argon oil moisturizer over every inch of her buttery skin.&nbsp; From there it was the involved process of nails, hair and make-up, each one approached with the methodical, almost meditative, air of one who values their appearance deeply.&nbsp; Once her nails were dry and her hair pinned in place, she fetched the outfit she'd chosen and laid it out on her bed.<br><br>Despite having grown up without sisters and, thus, getting her own room from practically birth, she expressed zero shyness over undressing and dressing in front of her roommates.&nbsp; She chatted with them as she donned her black silk and lace underthings and shape wear before dressing in her designer duds.&nbsp; Expressing a healthy measure of vanity, she stood before the full-length mirror and turned a bit to ensure she looked her best before breezing out of her room and clicking her way through the castle toward the ballroom with ten minutes to spare.<br><br><hr><br>Seated at a table with her attention wandering from the Dean's speech to roam over the other students, her fingers lightly caressed the gilded rim of her delicate china teacup.&nbsp; The intricate delft blue design of French country life reminded her of her mother's favorite china dishes and she had a momentary pang of homesickness.&nbsp; A slow breath allowed the emotion to pass and she felt a sense of relief when Dr. Boussard stopped speaking and she could rise fluidly from her chair.&nbsp; She glanced around, trying to decide what was calling her, before finally swaying her way over to the crepe station, unable to resist the allure of some savory and sweet filled pancakes.&nbsp; The scents were intoxicating as she drew nearer.<br><br>Pointing and speaking softly, she ordered herself a couple with mushrooms, asparagus and herb filling drizzled in hollandaise as well as two with a berry and cream filling.&nbsp; As the chef began deftly creating her order, she turned to peer over the other students again, noting quite a few handsome and gorgeous faces that intrigued her.&nbsp; Sure, she was here for school, but she was also French, n'est pas? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>29-02-2020, 21:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.dnamodels.com/media/images/useruploaded/cache/181027_22_3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Leena Guillen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271661#msg15271661)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Sep. 30th / 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Old leather boots, jeans with a few natural tatters, a black t-shirt, and a slightly oversized black peacoat over it all<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Exodus <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Exit<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Oliver<br><hr><br>Leena was ready for the boy to yell, or try to scramble away, or even start fighting her back. Really there were any number of reactions he could have to her dubious actions, not the least of which being violent or otherwise volatile. But when she removed her hand it was impossible to hide that she was visibly perplexed at seeing him still wearing that charming, boyish smile. A small part of her was impressed. The other part of her wanted to twist his nose until he took her seriously. But it was that poke to her forehead, that had her crossing her eyes to better see where his finger was going, that got to her.<br><br>She cut him off with a quick and strong slap to his hand, smacking it away from her face. Then she grabbed at his shirt with both hands, and yanked him toward her. Eyes like daggers, staring straight into his own.<br><strong>"Look you!"</strong> she hissed. <strong>"I don't know what you think you're playing at, but there's something serious going on here, and if we're not all careful we'll be lucky to make it to the end of the year!"</strong> Raising a hand, she placed one extended finger over his lips as either a way to shush him again, or to point up at his eyes, <strong>"Shh!...just keep your eyes open...I'll be watching you…"</strong><br><br>Then, moving like a snake, she began slithering backwards away from him, while continuing to stare right into his eyes. She grabbed her backpack with one hand seamlessly, while continuing to back out towards the opposite end of the undertable. Finally in big, mouthed words, she communicated <em>"EYE ON YOU"</em>.<br><br>Slipping out from under the table, Leena immediately got to her feet, and took a quick look around taking notice of how many more people there were in the room than when she first crawled under the table. It suddenly occurred to her that seeing someone crawl out from under a table might draw people's attention, which meant she had few precious moments to appear <em>nonchalant</em>.<br><br><strong>"Well I'm glad you're feeling better, Oliver. But you're still looking very pale…"</strong> She called in full volume back at the table as she backed away one step at a time. <strong>"You just stay down there, with your head between your knees...try to drink some fizzy water, then get yourself to bed. I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning. It's probably just jet lag."</strong><br>She continued backing away until she reached the edge of the tables laid out with food. With the impulse to turn and run, Leena paused just long enough to notice a silver tray with little slices of cake on it. Then, without another moment of hesitation, she picked up the tray and made a B-line out through the door she had originally come in through. <br>Clearly Leena decided her high tea was finished. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>01-03-2020, 18:46:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcS4zhf5674TITAXPmOpJ5zlAC1tKFhvZt2C79FiUjzFL1EkJVTw)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Casual travel attire (https://resize-public.ladmedia.fr/img/var/public/storage/images/news/photos-terence-telle-le-mannequin-sexy-qui-va-mettre-le-feu-a-danse-avec-les-stars-1482950/1482960/38746191-1-fre-FR/image.jpg) -&gt; Change into pictured <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Excited<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to opening ceremonies <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Giselle Boucher, Gabby Bonnet<br><hr><br>Marshall's smile was wide, friendly, and admittedly a little dorky, as he made his first attempt to talk, possibly even make friends, with someone at his new school. But the girl in the leather jacket's curt response to his conversation starter, made his expression immediately begin to melt. In no time he went from awkward smile looking for friendship, to awkward grimace looking for a way out. Especially as he heard his father's voice in his head, giving another piece of unwanted advice before he had gotten on his plane bound for Scotland. <br><br><em>"...and don't let some stuck up European kids treat you like they're better than you are…"</em><br><em>"...yeah, thanks a lot, dad…"</em><br>His eyes began to drift away from her, as if looking for literally anything else to focus on, while eloquently maneuvering out of this social faux'pas, <strong>"Yeah, well… I guess they're not for everyone, huh?..."</strong> <br>Finally salvation was spotted, in the form of pancake batter being poured from a dish at one of the stations on the other side of the room. <strong>"Oh, nice! They're making pancakes over there. That's calling my name."</strong> <br>Then he turned back to the leather jacket girl, his smile having regained some of its color. <strong>"Well, my name's Marshall. I'll probably see you around, in class."</strong> he'd give a moment in case the girl felt like giving her name as well, then either way, he would raise his hand in a silent farewell, and slip out of what was admittedly not his most successful acquaintanceship ever. When he lowered that hand he grabbed a plate off a stack, on his way to the crepe station.<br><br>He arrived at the station next to a girl that was dressed much sweeter than the last, but he kept his focus on the batter being poured. Admittedly a little gun shy about immediately speaking up. But as he saw the batter as it was poured out into a wide, thin, circle, his brows furrowed a bit. The realization that these weren't typical pancakes dawning on him, and for a moment he was wondering if he would get anything right in this new country. At least until it dawned on him what was actually going on here.<br><strong>"Oh! Are these crepes?"</strong><br><br>The realization that he probably just made himself look like an idiot, again, had his face scrunching up a bit. He turned his head toward the girl in pink as he grinned sheepishly. <br><strong>"I've, uh...never actually gotten a chance to have a crep before…"</strong> his smile, nothing but genuine, as he hoped this would turn out better than his last interaction. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 05:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/37/42/3b374292e6ca2a55f26ea9c1ad72b712.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Grayson Murphy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271317#msg15271317)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2 pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc6vs-l5dkc)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Like...Woah.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Delilah; Stefanie; Open |<br><hr><br>He looked up from the tempting arrangement of food at the voice nearby, turning his attention to Delilah with a mildly surprised expression on his face.&nbsp; He wasn't used to being approached, but then he reminded himself that none of the people knew him.&nbsp; It was rather freeing to realize that no one in the room had any preconceptions about you based on rumors, conjecture or prior knowledge of things you'd done in the past.&nbsp; The realization that he could embrace the new experience free of all that baggage brought a small, almost tentative, smile to his lips and he gave a short chuckle.<br><br>"Are you kidding?&nbsp; This is probably the realest food you'll ever eat in your life.&nbsp; No chemicals, preservatives or pesticides.&nbsp; Hell, those..."<br><br>He motioned with his free hand at the fat, ruby-hued strawberries just as another girl plucked one from the bunch and took a bite, his words cut off by her response to the first girl.&nbsp; The corner of his mouth quirked up and he cocked a brow, giving another brief laugh.&nbsp; "...I was just going to say those were probably hand-grown by some rugged farmer on an idyllic berry farm like out of some sort of Thomas Kincaid painting or something."&nbsp; He looked back to the tiny sandwich in his fingers and popped the whole thing in his mouth, chewing slowly as he tried to figure out what it was.<br><br>After a few seconds, he swallowed and shrugged one shoulder, reaching to start placing a couple of each sandwich on his plate along with a handful of the berries.&nbsp; "I still have no idea what that was, but it's probably the best thing I ever put in my mouth.&nbsp; If they keep feeding us like this, I'm going to shoot straight past the Freshman fifteen into the triple digits...and I ain't mad about it.&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; I'm Grayson, by the way.&nbsp; But, uh, everyone calls me Gray."&nbsp; He glanced up from piling food on his plate and looked from Stefanie to Delilah and back with a sheepish grin, feeling as if his social skills had rusted like an old tractor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 06:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/ba/7a/9bba7a3a858270d6cfc4843a15130712.gif)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Valerie Hayward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15293930#msg15293930)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2pmish<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Same as image + black dress slacks and strappy pink heels. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Delighted, excited, nostalgic, and distracted!<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Like a kid in a candy shop!<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Open<br><hr>Valerie didn't know what to expect when she arrived at this mandatory tea party, but her imagination hadn't painted anything near as adorable as this! Not only was the location absolutely gorgeous, but the embellishments? The cute little finger sandwiches. The dewy pastries. The omelet and crepe station! Wait, what was a crepe...? Oh, but flower arrangements were stunning! And the macaroons? To die for! Then there was the way each student had their own little unique set of tea cups and tea paraphernalia. It all made her so giddy she could positively burst! But what really brought it home for her, the top front runner of the whole affair, the little detail that just pushed her past the point of ecstasy...? <br><br>The brisk floral aroma of dozens of teas perfuming the air.<br><br>Valerie closed her eyes, allowing that scent to wrap itself around her and float her all the way to cloud nine. <br><br>She could hardly wait to call her grandma and tell her all about it. It was just so nostalgic, you know? When her grandma used to have tea parties with her as a little girl she always brought out her special tea set that she implicitly trusted little Valerie to be extra careful with. The pot was wrapped up in a handmade tea cozy, and a little pyramid of specially bought sugar cubes sat just out of her reach - too keep sticky little fingers from popping them in her mouth. They always drank their tea with their pinkies up, and asked each other if they wanted 'one lump or two' with a posh British accent. <br><br>What would her grandmother think of her now? She wasn't pretending anymore. This was a <i>real</i> tea party, and it was more enchanting than she could have dreamed. Even now she was filling her plate with a dozen different things she had never tries, nor even knew the name of -- but they sure looked yummy enough, didn't they? She already had a warm omelet sitting beside her, filled to the brim with feta cheese, diced onions and fresh spinach. And beside that was one of those strange crepe things. She never thought a sweet omelet burrito like this would exist, but she had it filled with brie and fig preserves. It was to be her fourth destination on her culinary adventure, and the fourth thing to also light her eyes up like bright blue stars and tug a big silly smile across her face. "Mmmm!" <br><br>Wait, wasn't she supposed to be socializing?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 16:31:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/1b/72137218_958926787792898_6245942073171418573_n.jpg/720px-72137218_958926787792898_6245942073171418573_n.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Gabby Bonnet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271105#msg15271105)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | ~ 2 pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Hot And Classy (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/46/GabbyTea.png/1200px-GabbyTea.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Rhianna - Diamonds (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWA2pjMjpBs)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Tea Time<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Marshall; Open | Roz (M); Charlotte (M)<br><hr><br>The scents and sights of the chef perfectly arranging her food on the plate, making it look beautiful without being too fussy, had enraptured her to the point that she failed to notice someone stepping up beside her.&nbsp; It wasn't until the boy spoke that she looked over and found herself greeted by a handsome face with, frankly, <em>killer</em> cheekbones.&nbsp; For a heartbeat she indulged herself in unabashed appreciation of male beauty, before her smile widened and she gave a gentle laugh, glancing back to the plate where the chef was filling her sweet crepes with rich creme and bright berries.<br><br>"Well, then you are in for a treat, beau.&nbsp; These chefs are clearly well-trained and know their stuff, so you will be experiencing a truly exceptional culinary masterpiece for your first time.&nbsp; Not everyone is so blessed, mon cheri."&nbsp; She looked back at him, her tone warm and lightly teasing, before she extended one soft hand to him palm down.&nbsp; "Bonjour, mon ami.&nbsp; I am Gabrielle Bonnet, but everyone simply calls me Gabby.&nbsp; You are American, oui?&nbsp; My room mates are as well.&nbsp; It's exciting to meet so many from your country already."<br><br>Cocking her head, she met his gaze, curiosity and interest shining in her dark eyes.&nbsp; She stepped back gracefully as her order was completed, giving her new acquaintance the space to make his own order.&nbsp; Subtly she nodded one of the maids to take her plats to her table, and let her attention return to Marshall, the dimple in her left cheek appearing as she curled that side of her mouth playfully.&nbsp; "Since it's your first time, my suggestion is to try both a savory and sweet version.&nbsp; It'll give you the full crepe experience.&nbsp; That hollandaise looks très bon, so be sure to try it as well.&nbsp; I mean, assuming you don't have any dietary restrictions, of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 20:57:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ca3TZA_WwAAhzzc.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 14:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Resist &amp; Rebel t-shirt, jeans, dress shoes<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> This Here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWgUAwqgf3k)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to opening ceremonies <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Dr. Broussard, The remaining professors at the head table, Valerie, Open <br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>A month ago...</em></span><br><br>This was way more difficult than he had expected it to be.&nbsp; Particularly so with a seven year old attached to him.&nbsp; The small girl sat upon him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and all but pinned him to the sofa he was sitting on.&nbsp; <br><br>"Li-Li", he muttered quietly as he rubbed the girl's back with one hand through her shirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;Two other girls watched from another sofa nearby.&nbsp; They were older, fourteen and fifteen and clearly sisters and one of them rolled their eyes.<br><br>"No!" , came a muffled and defiant response from the small girl on Jack's lap.&nbsp; Aside from her small arms wrapped tightly around his neck but her face was also buried there.&nbsp; He lightly patted the small of her back as if to give her notice that it was time for her to actually pay attention.<br><br>"Li-Li...it's not going to be as bad as you think it is."<br><br>"No!&nbsp; It will be!"<br><br>Jack sighed as did one of the other girls.&nbsp; She stood up and Jack reached out with one hand&nbsp; open as he held the smaller girl with his other hand.<br><br>"Megan wait.&nbsp; We have a lot more to go over and..."&nbsp; The girl stopped long enough to give Jack a withering look.<br><br>"Listen...whatever.&nbsp; It's fine.&nbsp; We knew this wasn't gonna last and T-Ride will take care of us anyway.&nbsp; He loves me and if I tell him..."<br><br>Jack snarled quietly as he cut her off.<br><br>"Tony is nineteen and you're fourteen AND he's an idiot."<br><br>Megan stopped mid-stride as she was moving to leave the room and glared at Jack.<br><br>"His name is T-Ride and his age doesn't matter and you're wrong!"<br><br>Jack snapped back in return.<br><br>"His name is Tony.&nbsp; We used to steal food from the docks together and he was an idiot then and an idiot now!&nbsp; Do you even know what T-Ride means?"<br><br>"NO!" , shouted the frustrated teen.<br><br>"Right! Neither does he because he's an idiot!"<br><br>Megan made a frustrated sound that was part shriek and part growl and stormed out of the room.&nbsp; Jack let out a deep breath as he looked to the remaining girl on the sofa nearby only to have the small girl on his lap relinquish her death grip around his neck and speak softly after sniffling.<br><br>"Miss Prentiss says that Li-Li is a nickname but Olivia is my proper name and that's what she will call me."<br><br>Jack's tone changed immediately as he looked at the small girl.<br><br>"Miss Prentiss is right.&nbsp; We listen to our teachers right?"<br><br>The small girl nodded her head.&nbsp; "Yes but they never get close to us to touch us.&nbsp; Ever. Not even hugs."<br><br>"Good." , Jack nodded once to confirm.<br><br>"Are you really going to leave us forever Jack?"<br><br>There was a momentary flash of dismay on his face before he gave the small girl a grin.<br><br>"Nope. Just about eight months and then I'll be back. You won't even have time to miss me."<br><br>She wiped her nose with one forearm as she continued in turn and mumbled...<br><br>"I dunno...eight months seems long to me."<br><br>"It'll be fine Li-Li and you're gonna be fine." , Jack paused a moment.&nbsp; His eyes narrowing and his nostrils flaring slightly.&nbsp; "When is the last time you had a shower?"<br><br>"I dunno...", came another mumbled response.&nbsp; "Yesterday?"<br><br>Jack gave her a small grin and lightly poked at her ribs once with a single finger.&nbsp; She squirmed and batted his hand away as she smiled.<br><br>"I know four days stink when I smell it. Shower. Now.&nbsp; Then we'll get you ready for bed."&nbsp; Olivia slipped off his lap and left the room through the same door Megan had.&nbsp; Leaving him alone in the room with other teen.&nbsp; He sighed as he spoke.<br><br>"Melanie.&nbsp; She needs to shower at least every other day.&nbsp; If she looks and smells like shit then they'll find out about us.&nbsp; Find out about the house and then we're broken up and scattered."<br><br>"I know..." , she said in exasperation.&nbsp; Jack gave her an unconvinced look.&nbsp; "I know!&nbsp; I just...it's been a lot lately."&nbsp; &nbsp;The young girl looked tired...stressed and gave him a sad smile.&nbsp; "I think maybe I just sortof thought we would be a family forever."<br><br>Jack shook his head and opened his mouth to talk only to have Melanie cut him off.&nbsp; "I know, I know.&nbsp; We're not a family.&nbsp; Families are broken and fucked.&nbsp; We're a team.&nbsp; Teams get things done.&nbsp; Teams keep it together." , she exhaled slowly and looked to Jack.&nbsp; "I just don't know what we're going to do about food and money and..."<br><br>"Don't." , Jack shook his head.&nbsp; "I've got you and the others.&nbsp; I have six weeks saved up and when I get over there I'll figure out a way to get money to you weekly before the six weeks run out." &nbsp; Melanie shook her head slightly as if to protest but Jack kept going.&nbsp; "Listen.&nbsp; They're giving me a full ride.&nbsp; If they're willing to pay for me...then they'll be willing to pay me an extra hundred and fifty a week to keep me."<br><br>Melanie blinked in surprise. "But...but we're getting by on a hundred."<br><br>Jack had set his jaw and nodded his head once. "Yeah...and you'll do better with a hundred and fifty."&nbsp; Melanie paused...thinking before she spoke.&nbsp; Jack liked that about her.<br><br>"Do you think this is all a play?"<br><br>Jack sighed...shrugging slightly.&nbsp; "I really don't know.&nbsp; If it is, it's a fuckin' elaborate one."<br><br>"Sex trafficking?"<br><br>Jack shook his head slightly and gave her a thoughtful look.&nbsp; <br><br>"Maybe?&nbsp; I don't know.&nbsp; I doubt they'd go to these lengths but...well...it's too good of an opportunity to pass up.&nbsp; Their website looked legit?"<br><br>Melanie pressed her lips together in disapproval and gave him a wry smile.&nbsp; "Right. Because no one could ever make a fake website about anything."&nbsp; &nbsp;Jack laughed quietly and they both shared smiles with one another as they sat on opposite sides of the room only to fall quiet.<br><br>Silent...until the silence got a little too heavy.<br><br>"I'm scared Jack."<br><br>"I'm scared too, Em."<br><br>Things got quiet again for a long time before Melanie sighed, wiping at tears with the back of her hand.&nbsp; "Sam's out back."<br><br>"I know."<br><br>"He's super-pissed."<br><br>"I know." , growled Jack as he stood and moved across the room and made to leave before pausing in the doorway and looking back to Melanie.<br><br>"Em?"<br><br>Melanie turned, shifting on the sofa to look at him and lifted a single eyebrow inquisitively.<br><br>"I'll make this work." , he said in a quiet way that very much sounded...felt like...a promise.&nbsp; "I'll take care of everyone."<br><br>Melanie chewed on her upper lip for a moment in thought before giving him a small, sad smile.<br><br>"I believe you, Jack."&nbsp; &nbsp;He nodded his head in response to her and left to go find Sam.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Now...</em></span><br><br>Jack looked visibly relieved when Dr Broussard agreed to have Jack meet some guy named Arthur that could give him some work.&nbsp; That took so much pressure off.&nbsp; Sure; he would still need to do well at school and train for track but maybe being super busy would help keep him from getting into trouble often.<br><br>Maybe?<br><br>Nevertheless, Jack's gave Dr Broussard a warm, easy and relieved smile.<br><br>"Thank you, Dr Broussard. I'm..." , he shook his head slightly as he tried to articulate it properly. "Just...well...yeah.&nbsp; Thank you.&nbsp; So much." He nodded his head slightly and took a step back away from the table.&nbsp; "I'll let you get back to your tea."<br><br>Smiling as he worked his way down the length of the table, introducing himself and shaking hands with the professors that would shake his hand in return only to then move away from the head table so he could figure out what he'd do next.<br><br>His mind was racing.&nbsp; The only thing special about him was his physical ability.&nbsp; Is that what Dellban was?&nbsp; A place for people that were physically gifted?&nbsp; &nbsp;He reached back with one hand and lightly scratched at the side of his neck in thought as he took in the sight of everyone present.<br><br>"Yeah...no.&nbsp; It's not just a physical thing. Some of these people here look...well...", he murmured quietly to himself as decided what he might do next when it was a nearby blonde that caught his attention. She had a smile that...well...it shone.&nbsp; He wasn't feeling particularly wolfish at the moment but it was hard to deny a smile like hers.<br><br>So...<br><br>While the pretty blonde was beaming and deciding what manner of culinary delight she might sample next, he moved smoothly up alongside her. Not touching her but close enough that he could turn slightly and extend his hand to her as he offered her a warm, easy smile.<br><br>"Name's Jack."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2020, 04:33:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/ba/7a/9bba7a3a858270d6cfc4843a15130712.gif)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Valerie Hayward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15293930#msg15293930)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2pmish<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Same as image + black dress slacks and strappy pink heels. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Delighted, excited, nostalgic, and distracted!<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Like a kid in a candy shop!<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack, Open<br><hr>Valerie was in hog heaven. While she didn't particularly have the biggest sweet tooth, she could definitely enjoy them, and so far the vanilla Macaroons were winning. They were just so creamy and fluffy, and she loved pure vanilla. Perhaps her tastes were just that simple? Then again, the crepe was really good too... Did it count as a sweet just because it had preserves in it? <br><br>Thoughts for another time. <br><br>The next thing on her delectable list of treats to try was their tea. Their Tieguanyin, to be specific. It was a type of oolong tea, and one of the many they had in their variety to choose from. She just <i>had</i> to try it. It smelled so aromatic - as if it would go perfectly with honey. Now that it had enough time to seep within the personal pot they had allowed each student to use, she paused only long enough to pour herself a cup and stir in some orange blossom honey. <br><br>Valerie was so caught up in her own little world that it wasn't until she brought the beautiful little cup to her pale pink lips that she realized someone had approached her - and only because they outright greeted her. "Oh!" She nearly sputtered and set the cup right back down, freeing her hands up to take the hand the man had offered her. "Nice to meet you Jack, I'm Valerie." She smiled, cupping his hand within both of her own. The handshake was not particularly graceful, nor very strong, but it was certainly enthusiastic enough. "Are you perhaps with the student council?" That would explain why he had approached her, at least. Wasn't part of their job to welcome and advise new students? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>05-03-2020, 12:49:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/2v0dnqknz0141.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Eliseo Velez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15289563#msg15289563)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2pmish<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> An expensive black suit.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Calm, calculating.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Introductions.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Valerie, Jack, Open<br><hr><br>Mandatory had never been a word Eliseo liked. He didn't enjoy being told what to do by anyone. A frustrating irony. He was happiest when he was in charge. Fortunately Eliseo understood that being in charge had to be earned, one way or another, and so he took the time to attend the tea. At a glance, it was a sweet room, one that didn't naturally suit the darkness of his suit and the serious gaze with which he assessed the room. Those things only rarely left Eliseo's side. <br><br>The real reason he was here, besides that frustrating 'Mandatory', was to forge connections. To meet new people and find the value in them. Everyone had some, even if you sometimes had to try so hard to search it out it wasn't worth looking at all. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case in a place like this. Eliseo's gaze was initially caught by a blonde woman just sipping her tea. He never tried to be a womanizer but his reputation before coming to this University his reputation wasn't great. Sooner or later people fell out of favour with him, intimate relationships never lasting long. Still, he liked to be around pretty people. The poorly dressed man beside her caught half a glance but no more.<br><br>Whether they were talking or not Eliseo approached, placing himself beside them and turning toward Valerie. His dark eyes could be a little intense but he didn't stare, taking a moment to see what she'd been drinking. When he spoke up his upper-class clearly-enunciating English accent was strong, just slightly underlined by his Spanish heritage. "Good afternoon, beautiful. How are you finding the tea?" He inquired, speaking smoothly and confidently with no clear emphasis on the compliment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>05-03-2020, 17:51:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ca3TZA_WwAAhzzc.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 14:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Resist &amp; Rebel t-shirt, jeans, dress shoes<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> This Here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWgUAwqgf3k)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to opening ceremonies <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Valerie, Eliseo, Open <br><hr><br>She shook his hand with both of her small, warm hands when she greeted him.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly what he was accustomed to and decidedly charming as the spritely blonde introduced herself.&nbsp; His easy, welcoming smile turned a bit more to one of being puzzled when she followed up with.<br><br><em>"Are you perhaps with the student council?"</em><br><br>His head tilted slightly to the side as he gave one of her hands a squeeze, curious as to why she'd ask him that and was about to put voice to his thoughts when another person arrived.&nbsp; Jack's hand slipped free of Valerie's smaller ones and turned to look at the guy that had arrived.&nbsp; Jack's eyes narrowed slightly as he did the social calculus of the current situation and in the end; a predator knows another predator.<br><br>He gave the guy a curious look and simply stood there, silent as the guy ignored him and focused on Valerie.&nbsp; Taking a moment to look at Valerie and her reaction before looking back to the guy once more.&nbsp; This wasn't the first time he'd encountered something such as this but...well...to be honest; he had expected things to be more civilized over here.&nbsp; More...refined maybe?&nbsp; The cultures over here had centuries even thousands of years on North American culture.&nbsp; There were fences made of stone in DunBroch that were literally twice as old as Canada.&nbsp; So he supposed he expected people over here to be more advanced.<br><br>He pressed his lips together for a moment and stifled a short, quiet laugh.&nbsp; More of a sharp exhalation through his nostrils than a laugh really and he looked back to Valerie and offered her a smile.<br><br>"Not student council. Not yet at any rate." , he let his attention drift back to the guy as he continued to speak.&nbsp; "I suppose it depends on who I think needs to be governed."&nbsp; &nbsp;The smile stayed on his face even as his tone grew more...pointed.&nbsp; He smoothly looked back to Valerie once more, his eyebrows lifting as he grinned again.&nbsp; "Maybe I'll see you around, Valerie.&nbsp; It was nice to meet you."&nbsp; He nodded his head to her slightly before stepping away from her, pausing only long enough to stand side by side with the British guy and speaking in a semi-quiet (not really) tone.<br><br>"Twenty-first century and you lead with calling a girl beautiful?&nbsp; Your game is fire, kid."<br><br>Only to flash a content smile and leave the two to their discussion.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2020, 01:27:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/ba/7a/9bba7a3a858270d6cfc4843a15130712.gif)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Valerie Hayward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15293930#msg15293930)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2pmish<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Same as image + black dress slacks and strappy pink heels. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Delighted, excited, nostalgic, and distracted!<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Like a kid in a candy shop!<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack, Eliseo, Open<br><hr>The bewilderment that seasoned Jack's features was all the reply she needed. Somehow she had managed to miss her mark, and the girl found herself laughing it off awkwardly as she tugged curls. "Sorry, I just thou---" She trailed off when a second man approached them - or more so <i>her</i> if his greeting had anything to say about it. <br><br>For a moment she actually blinked between the two of them. Had Eliseo not looked directly at her as he spoke she might have actually thought he was talking to Jack. "Oh, wait, you're talking to <i>me</i>?" Surprised, both brows bounced high enough they were practically flirting with the fringe of her hair. Then a very unladylike snort managed to slip free as she stifled a laugh, and both her hands cupped themselves over her nose in embarrassment. "Th-the tea's great!" The flustered girl replied in a giggle, her cherry red face a harsh contrast against her pallid hands. <br><br>Which only glowed hotter as Jack excused himself, his parting comment probably hitting her harder than it had hit Eliseo. She nearly choked on her own tongue, suddenly realizing just how dorky she was acting. Jack was right, after all. She shouldn't fall apart like a giant, fluttery goofball at the first handsome guy that sauntered over and called her pretty! <br><br>"Excuse me," The girl exhaled, giving herself a chance to clear her throat and recollect herself before she entered the conversation again. This time with a plate of pastries she had collected held up in offering. "I take it the two of you are not on friendly terms?" She smiled, despite the meddlesome question. Thanks to her grandma, and her many not so related aunts, nosy should probably be her middle name.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2020, 18:13:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/f3/34/17f33405cb4d535c9add38547889026e.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Oliver Demitri Alphonso Groti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th| 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand ballroom| Under the table--Beating a hasty retreat to anywhere but here<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> See picture (Black overcoat olive sweater &amp; Jeans)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Curious| Admiring <del>everyone</del> the castle<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Familiarizing himself| Yanked under the table and held against his will?<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open| Leena <br><hr><br><br>Honestly every instinct in Oliver should have gone off like an alarm to not poke fun at the girl, as clearly poking crazy would only lead to trouble, though just as sharp as those instincts were they also went into the other direction to prod further; it made life both interesting and also full of what happened next. The playful poke resulted in what Oliver could only describe as a wild animal reeling and coming back with an attack as Leena seized the lapels of his coat to yank him yet again, which in itself was mildly irritating, but he already wound this clearly off her rocker chick enough so yelling wouldn't resolve anything. Hell chances were if he did most would be dubious of his intentions in having followed her under the table in the first place, and Oliver <em>wasn't</em> going to go down that rabbit hole...not on the first day of course. While yelling wasn't on the table Oliver was more privy to give Leena some lip for her obviously crazy way of thinking, not making it until the end of the year? Pfft this wasn't some fantasy story, although there were certainly more than enough gorgeous people all gathered, so maybe <em>that</em> aspect wasn't too far fetched. And then she shushed him again!The audible grumble could be felt against her finger as Oliver briefly considered biting the digit, after all who shushes people like that?<br><br><strong>"Listen....whoever you are. Clearly you need to take a moment and-"</strong>The Boston born started with some annoyance in his voice, about to make some crack of someone needing to get back on their medicine, but Leena was already moving away.At first Oliver was somewhat relieved as it would stop her insistent grabbing of him for reasons beyond his understanding, clearly already painting her off as some girl with a loose nut; a cute one but usually the cute ones were pretty batty. The mouthed silent words of 'watching you' were met with a light narrow of his own as Oliver gave a deflated sigh, it had barely been an hour and yet he managed to find the craziest person around, it wasn't the best first impression honestly. Just when the male was fully content it couldn't get <em>that</em> much worse the spazz seemingly was able to not only throw him under the bus, but solidified her bratty behavior with announcing to the entire ballroom with the ridiculous fabrication of what had transpired. Seriously??<br><br>Oh he was so going to get that girl...<br><br>Now painfully aware of what awaited him once he maneuvered himself out from under the table Oliver could feel his ears vibrating a hot red even under the table's safety, the cringe making his entire form flushed; but he couldn't just stay under the table even if he wished it now. Slowly winding himself back into his chair he had once been ripped from Oliver could only offer a bashful smirk to any within his vicinity, a free hand already moving to cup the back of his neck as he chuckled.<strong>"Yea...uh jet lag is a bitch."</strong>He could only give the lame excuse he had been given, already reaching and grabbing the nearby cup to swallow a good gulp of water to sell the act. When he saw that chick next he was going to....well he didn't know yet. But karma was also a bitch.Of course after a display like that Oliver was more than willing to make his own sort of escape, the last thing he needed was some uppity snark shot his way that would eventually turn into the scrapper falling back into old habits, a few sips of water 'seemingly' settling his ailment before the young man pushed himself back to his feet. On his way out he did pass by the overflowing buffet fit for kings and regrettably found what hunger he once had long been pushed back thanks to that weird girl and her, well whatever the hell happened, but it would be rude not to at least snag something considering the staff had gone out of their way to create the mouth watering menu.<br><br>Grabbing a few finger sandwiches in a napkin to cradle in his hand Oliver made his way out from the ballroom with his metaphorical tail hung between his legs, this being far from the first impression he wanted to present, but well shit happened he supposed. Tearing a piece of sandwich to cram into his mouth Oliver would boredly explore the halls for the next few hours, idly chomping on his food while his mind wandered towards just how he'd get his sweet revenge for Leena's bat shit crazy antics. <br><br>--&gt; Continued in Dorm room 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>07-03-2020, 03:27:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://live.staticflickr.com/894/27530789377_f61dc9ca6f_b.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...fashionably late to tea.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Leather skirt (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/13/a2/ca13a2b38d760b8d1eed29392eb14725.jpg) with this t-shirt. (https://vangogh.teespring.com/v3/image/nX-CBQLAENc3n-eVkBz5qNZSVyY/480/560.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Ebullient and social.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Doing the High Tea thing.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Gabby, Marshall, and Jack – OPEN <br><hr><br>She was late, she was late, for a very important date. Avery smiled quietly to herself and remained stationed outside the entrance of the Grand Ballroom as the good Doctor gave his awe-inspiring speech to this fine, studious lot of misfits.&nbsp; She had always identified with the white rabbit, though less with his frenetic pace and more with his absolute inability to be punctual. <br><br>Dr. Boussard, in all of his interminable glory, said a good number of things about potential, only half of which she heard. Then, after a short, lackluster burst of applause from the student body, she skittered excitedly into the ballroom proper. She was a rebel, not a heathen. The common courtesy of not entering or leaving during a performance (because that’s what it was) had been properly observed…and now it was time to mingle. <br><br>This all seemed terribly formal, which only served to reaffirm that a leather skirt was far superior to a pair of…well loved…jeans. Though, right about now she was wishing she had reconsidered. Something something discretion. Valor. But that die had been cast, and now all she could do was make the best of the situation and focus on how much she loved her aesthetic rather than how profoundly inconvenient it was to wear a leather pencil skirt. <br><br>&nbsp;As she entered the first thing she noticed was a pair of delightful pink heels and the second was a crepe station. It just so happened that both were in the same vicinity, so she made a beeline only to be brought up short about midfield after spotting Jack.<br><br>The posture between Jack and another guy she didn’t know was unmistakable and despite not hearing the words, she could generally guess what sort of messages had been exchanged. The presence of a painfully lovely blonde young woman, and the flustered giggling that followed Jack’s departure only reaffirmed her position. <br><br>By the time he had taken three good strides away from the conversation Avery was already waving. Not elegantly, either. This wasn’t a Royal wave…it was a full arm motion and perhaps even included a small hop. He was mostly lucky she didn’t shout in order to get his attention. <br><br>What followed was Avery making a sprightly but half civilized dash across the ballroom before taking hold of his hand, and by hook or crook leading him off for crepes. They had already set a precedent for good banter over pastries, so she figured they might as well try their hand at French pancakes. Her gregarious chatter might have left Jack feeling as though he had been washed onto an alien shore by an inexorable tide…or perhaps a strawberry scented typhoon. <br><br>She made her way to the end of the line with Jack just as Gabby introduced herself.<br><br>Always having been of the opinion that a stranger was just a friend she hadn’t met yet, Avery waited politely for a pause in the conversation before chiming in and extending her hand. <br><br><em>“Gabby was it?”</em> she offered both Gabby and Marshall an exuberant smile. <em>“I’m obsessed with your shoes.” </em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>08-03-2020, 00:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/2v0dnqknz0141.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Eliseo Velez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15289563#msg15289563)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2pmish<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> An expensive black suit.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Calm, calculating.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Introductions.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Valerie, Jack, Open<br><hr><br>The snort didn't bother Eliseo at all. His attention was more on her slightly flushed cheeks. Clearly his compliment had got a rise from her, whether or not the other man wanted to mock his approach it hadn't gone over badly. Although his tone dripped with sarcasm he calmly, politely responded to the stranger he'd ignored. "Have a lovely afternoon." Was all he offered in response, not pushed nearly enough to rise to what had been said.<br><br>Alone with Valerie, he shrugged his shoulders lightly, smile making it clear he wasn't angry. "I'd have to know who he was to be on any terms with him, but I'm afraid I don't." Eliseo's attention remained on Valerie, doing his best not to stare too much he naturally made eye contact until glancing down and gently taking one of the pastries. "Thank you..." Eliseo trailed off pointedly, hoping she'd fill the gap and give him her name.<br><br>"I'm Eliseo. So glad to meet you." When he spoke his own name his slightly Spanish accent came out stronger, spilling over for a moment before he took a bite of the pastry and blinked once, unable to help showing his appreciation for the remarkable baking. He didn't know what he'd expected but this University more than lived up to the claims it made. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2020, 02:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/ba/7a/9bba7a3a858270d6cfc4843a15130712.gif)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Valerie Hayward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15293930#msg15293930)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | 2pmish<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Same as image + black dress slacks and strappy pink heels. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Delighted, excited, nostalgic, and distracted!<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Like a kid in a candy shop!<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Eliseo, Open | <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mentioning:</span></span> Jack<br><hr>Well that was strange. If they didn't know one another, then why had the atmosphere been so tense? Why did Eliseo completely ignore Jack like that? Valerie found herself blinking up at the man owlishly as he partook in one of her pastries. "Curious." She mused to herself out loud as she set the plate aside. Her brows furrowed as she spun it over, trying to get the figures to add up in a way that made sense, but based on the variables available she simply couldn't solve it. "Then," Valerie blinked again, raising her gaze to match his own. "Why did you act like that towards him?" Wasn't it kind of rude?<br><br>Not that Jack's actions were much better. Though she understood them. Eliseo's, however, she did not. It bothered her when she didn't understand something. Nothing was ever quite so black and white as it was painted, and in this case that was being proven in spades. <br><br>"Oh-- er," The girl nearly sputtered as she realized her own poor manners, and quickly offered him her hand. "I'm Valerie. Valerie Hayward." She smiled despite herself. She wasn't quite certain if she was glad to have met this man yet or not, but she did enjoy being called beautiful. So she'd just have to focus on that lovely bit of silver lining for now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>09-03-2020, 15:41:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ca3TZA_WwAAhzzc.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 14:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Resist &amp; Rebel t-shirt, jeans, dress shoes<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> This Here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWgUAwqgf3k)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Kidnapped at High Tea<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Gabby, Marshall, Avery, Open <br><hr><br>He sighed as he moved away from the blonde and the...guy.&nbsp; He was tired and still adjusting to the time difference, the trip from Heathrow to here hadn't been a restful one so his sigh slowly turned into a growl of irritation at the end of it.<br><br>Why are all these people here so insufferably happy?<br>Why do they all look so great?<br>What actually IS happening here?<br>There ARE faster people than me and at my age.&nbsp; So why am I here and not them?<br><br>It was exuberant motion that had pulled him from his thoughts and he blinked a few times, a slightly confused look on his face until he realized it was Avery not-so-subtly waving her arm at him.&nbsp; His confused look turned into a small, but indulgent smile as the slim redhead tried to get his attention.&nbsp; She was his only touchstone at this point, the only person he'd really had a conversation with and while he was somewhat dreading the prospect of staying at this...meeting?&nbsp; Avery certainly made him feel more comfortable.<br><br>That comfort ended when she hurried over to him, took him by the end and showed a surprising amount of strength and force of will as she semi-dragged him over to another table.<br><br>"We keep meeting like this and people are gonna start talking...", he murmured more to him than to her as she pulled him along behind her.&nbsp; Biting his lower lip to hide a grin as Avery enthused over who he had just learned was Gabby's; shoes.&nbsp; &nbsp;His stifled grin became more of a friendly one as he extended his hand to Gabby, nodding his head as he spoke.<br><br>"Hey there, Jack." Turning his head and looking to the well-dressed guy next to her and nodding once more in greeting and offering a smile to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>10-03-2020, 00:53:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcS4zhf5674TITAXPmOpJ5zlAC1tKFhvZt2C79FiUjzFL1EkJVTw)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Casual travel attire (https://resize-public.ladmedia.fr/img/var/public/storage/images/news/photos-terence-telle-le-mannequin-sexy-qui-va-mettre-le-feu-a-danse-avec-les-stars-1482950/1482960/38746191-1-fre-FR/image.jpg) -&gt; Change into pictured <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Excited<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to opening ceremonies <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Gabby Bonnet, Avery Voss, Jack Spratowski<br><hr><br>It was easy to keep smiling as Gabrielle spoke. He had heard that a French accent was very easy to listen to, and while his last experience had been something of an exception, listening to Gabrielle speak made him think the people who told him that, were absolutely right. Her tone was warm and buttery, with a certain musicality to it that he was sure came naturally to her. Add that to her bright and accepting demeanor, and you have a very happy Marshall, to have Gabby be his second interaction since arriving at his new school.<br><strong>"You make it sound so good, I'm really excited now."</strong> he'd reply through his wide grin. His attention having been on both Gabby and the chef making the crepes, was now turned directly to Gabby.<br><br><strong>"Marshall Wood…"</strong> He replied while reaching out to politely take her fingers into a gentle grasp...<br>He could remember having asked one of his more worldly professors about greeting people in other countries. Primarily, if people actually kissed the back of each other's hands. <br><em>"...I mean, if two people know each other very well, they may be more inclined to a friendly kiss. But really, it's the 21st century, people don't just go around kissing strangers on the hand. It's really just not hygienic anymore, if it ever was…"</em> A response that had gotten a good chuckle from Marshall. <em>"...if someone offers you their hand, and you want to be polite, just grasp it like this...and bow your head a little. Any more than that and people will think you're trying out for Hamlet, or something…"</em><br>...then he bowed his head a little towards her hand, while keeping his eyes, and smile, locked with her's. <br><br><strong>"...yeah, American. Philadelphia, specifically. I can say the same, it's been really exciting to see so many different people, since I've been here. But honestly, I think I'm more surprised by how many things are actually so similar."</strong><br>When Gabby turned her attention to a member of the wait staff, he turned his attention back to the crepe chef, and all the options laid out before him of what you can have your crepe filled with. But his attention was called back to Gabby when she spoke again.<br><strong>"...I think I'll have to go with your recommendation. After all, I definitely want to make sure I get the best crepe experience possible."</strong><br><br>Suddenly his attention was pulled to another pair who suddenly burst into the crepe station area. Another girl, who appeared to be dragging around her boyfriend like a dog on a leash.<br>Well, he didn't know if they were together like that, just the way it had come off. But the girl did seem particularly focused on Gabby's shoes, which gave him a chance to give his order to the crepe chef, who had been waiting for him.<br><strong>"...I guess I'll have a sweet and a savory crepe...just whatever you think is best, I'll trust you. But the savory one I'll have with some of that hollandaise sauce…"</strong><br><br>When he turned back to his group of fellow students, it was in time for Jack to give a nod and introduce himself. Seeing as the girls seemed keen to say hi and talk about shoes first, Marshall offered his hand out to the other guy.<br><strong>"Hi there, Marshall, good to meet you."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>10-03-2020, 01:44:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/newfaces/i/2013/03/21I7274.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Oct. 1st, 2:30AM<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Castle Halls<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Pictured, w/slippers<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Exhausted <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Wandering the halls, trying to get tired<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Open<br><hr><br><em>Fft….pap<br>Fft...pap<br>Fft…...pap!</em><br><br>This was so typical; 2:45AM glowing on his watch, and here he was, wandering up and down the halls of his new, temporary, home, unable to sleep for the life of himself. <br>It had happened the first week he had been at Notre Dame too, and his first week at summer camp, when he was a kid. That's just the way it worked for him. Jet lag had never been a problem, but getting comfortable in a new place, that was just a chore.<br>Which was why he now found himself wandering the halls of this castle, tossing his football, that was marked up with the signatures of all of his previous college teammates, into the air and catching it. Over and over again.<br><br><em>Fft...pap<br>Fft…..pap<br>Fft...pap</em><br><br>At his last school, this had been an easy thing to deal with. He had been there on an athletic scholarship, specifically to be an integral part if their football team, so they had shown him to their workout facility that he had 24 hour access to. So on those nights he couldn't sleep, he'd just head over to the gym and run a few miles on the treadmill, or lift weights until his mind and body were completely exhausted. Sometimes to the point that he could barely make it back to his bed. Then he'd sleep like a baby.<br>He was pretty sure a castle this size had some kind of gym too. Even if it was super old school, medicine-baller, they likely had something. A pool maybe. But he hadn't gotten a full tour yet, and had no idea where he might find it.<br><br>So instead he did his best to sneak out of bed without waking his roommates. Then, dressed in his very best sleepwear and slippers, he would continue to wander inti the witching hour. Tossing his football again and again, wondering how many miles of hallways there were in this place.<br><br><em>Fft...pap<br>Fft….pap<br>Fft…..pap</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrAlanNH</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 08:04:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7cNoRru.png)</div>&nbsp; <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> <strong>Roslyn Walder</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15273555#msg15273555) <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> 30 Sept | a bit after 2pm <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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>&nbsp; <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> excited | optimistic <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> meetin’ and eatin’ <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Finley | open&nbsp; <br><br><hr> <br>The blonde visibly started when Roz spoke to her.&nbsp; Eyes darting around nervously she mumbled something noncommittal and skittishly moved away. <br><br>Roz sat startled for a moment at the response she had gotten, her hand still outstretched where she had been touching the back of the girl's hand.&nbsp; As she brought her arm back slowly, she noticed one of the young men in the room had been watching the exchange. He was sipping at his tea as he casually lounged in his chair wearing a loose orange shirt and snug white jeans.&nbsp; Her eyes moved upward to take in his artfully tousled brown hair, arresting blue eyes and a spray of freckles across his nose.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Roz shrugged at him with a bemused look, then stood up and made her way to his table.&nbsp; She sat sideways in the chair next to his and with a wry grin said, “I'm going to try this again and hopefully, it will go better this time.&nbsp; If you bolt away in terror as well, I’ll start to think it’s me.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She extended her arm and placed her fingers on the back of his hand that wasn’t holding his tea and said, “Hi, I’m Roslyn.&nbsp; That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing, hun.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 08:09:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Sl1GQf.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Valerie Hayward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15293930#msg15293930)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Tuesday, October 1st | 2:30 AMish<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Castle halls<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Purple sweater and jeans <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Curious, enchanted<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Being meddlesome<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Marshall, Open | <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mentioning:</span></span> --<br><hr>There was something undeniably cool about getting to live and study in a humongous old castle. Valerie's imagination was absolutely alight with possibilities. It was like finding an adventure within an adventure. She was already on one of the most exciting journeys of her life, and it wasn't nearly as linear as she was used too. How many secrets and wonders did this place hold? Would she find a secret chamber? Perhaps a few emergency escape tunnels hidden behind a trap door? Or what if there was a secret garden hidden away from the rest of the world?<br><br>Even if Valerie didn't find something like that, she was absolutely in awe at the beauty and architecture that existed within these stone walls.&nbsp; Around every corner was something different. No one room ever seemed to match another. The embellishments changed, the styles were sorted, and she found herself absolutely charmed by the intricacies that hid beneath every nook and cranny. <br><br><em>Fft...pap</em><br><br>What was that?<br><em><br>Fft...pap</em><br><br>Valerie paused, blinking as she tilted her ear in the sound's direction. There couldn't possibly be another soul up at this hour, right...?<br><br><em>Fft...pap</em><br><br>Valerie peeked around the corner slowly, her eyes squinting as she surveyed the hall for the source of this strange sound. When she spotted a man wandering aimlessly, tossing a pigskin up and down, her gaze instantly slanted towards one of the nearby vases that sat on a beautiful wooden side table. "Hey, be careful!" She blurted out before really thinking about it. "You shouldn't toss a ball around indoors." She added, pointing towards the aforementioned vase - one of many delicate decorations, she was sure. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 18:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/44/05/744405dc557f4dbe2491f20a5a85a81d.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Delilah Iris Desponza (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday| September 30th| 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Black starred off shoulder blouse &amp; Shorts with sandals (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/51/86/20/51862037c9320861aab35b88290cf613.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Awe struck| Curious| Inspecting<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Admiring everything<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Open| Grayson| Stefanie<br><hr><br>Holding the dainty plate between the pads of her fingertips Delilah couldn't help the apprehension as she continued to eye the various assortments of sweet, treats and all over delicacies that made the very real fear of making a social faux pas that much more real. Admittedly the fresh fruits themselves were far more of a comfortable choice, that at the least she could identify them for what they were without seeming to be <em>completely</em> uncultured. Though her previous encounter with the awful trickery that was fake fruit decorating such refined settings did continue to bubble into her mind, giving an half hearted glare to the treats as though they themselves had been the folly for her past mistake, Delilah still had her doubts...<br><br>Rich oaks flickering back to the young man she had found herself standing beside brought Delilah briefly out of her reverie to cast another doubtful expression his way, what was that saying again? Sometimes things looked too good to be real? Did that count with food though? The entrance of the sun kissed brunette would however answer Delilah's uncertainties in a way that logically was sound, actually biting into the fresh strawberry both simultaneously putting to bed the fear of wax fruits as well as adding what the wild child suspected was some sort of playful banter. It helped disperse the bubble of uncertainty enough to let Delilah breathe a sigh of relief as the warmth of a smile crept it's way back to the full of her lips, along with her own self deprecating slant in easy conversation.<strong>"You'd be surprised...people like to put fake food on tables in places like these...can't be too sorry you know."</strong>Delilah would hum back with a giggle of her own, already reaching out to grab a few berries and one of the sandwiches that Grayson had admitted to being the best thing he had ever put in his mouth; he didn't look like he was pulling her leg so it seemed safe enough.<br><br>Little plate neatly stacked with treats Delilah would eye the curious morsel of a blackberry for only a brief moment before committing to popping the berry into her mouth, everyone else was doing it so it didn't seem dangerous. And were they ever right! It was like an explosion of pure nature on her tongue. <strong>"Oh wow~"</strong> The girl nearly squeaked, already in the process of popping another into her mouth before she caught Grayson's introduction. <strong>"It's nice to meet you Grayson, my name is Delilah."</strong>She would muse as politely as she could, meeting both Grayson and Stefanie's eyes, Sarah's gentle guidance swiftly reminding her to extend a delicate hand in offer as she smiled.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>"I'll admit I feel pretty out of place here...I'm almost afraid to touch anything..it all just looks so delicate.."</strong>Delilah would continue with some hint of worry, the small little tarts of burnt sugar and custard particularly calling to the girl but she didn't want to make what in her mind could be a mistake.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>12-03-2020, 19:44:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/1b/72137218_958926787792898_6245942073171418573_n.jpg/720px-72137218_958926787792898_6245942073171418573_n.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Gabby Bonnet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271105#msg15271105)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Monday, September 30th | ~ 2 pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Hot And Classy (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/46/GabbyTea.png/1200px-GabbyTea.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Rhianna - Diamonds (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWA2pjMjpBs)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Tea Time<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Marshall; Avery; Jack; Open | <br><hr><br>A sweet, little curve touched her lips as Marshall took her hand and bowed slightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement and appreciation.&nbsp; Offering up her hand like that had become second nature, given how openly affectionate all the people in her life were, either drawing in for kisses on the cheek or, typically on a first meeting between a male and female, kissing the hand.&nbsp; It hadn't even occurred to her that Americans greeted one another differently (hell, many Europeans did, anymore), but she was rather pleased that Marshall had handled the situation with such aplomb.<br><br>"I'm delighted to meet you, Marshall.&nbsp; Once you get your food, I hope you'll join me at my table.&nbsp; I want to talk more, but it seems gauche to hold a conversation here."&nbsp; She turned then at the arrival of two others, tilting her head slightly with a warm, wide smile as she watched the girl drag the young man up to herself and Marshall.&nbsp; At Avery's words, she felt an instant burst of delight, unabashed in her pleasure over the compliment and chance to talk fashion.&nbsp; "Merci beaucoup, mon ami!&nbsp; Aren't they just <em>delicious</em>?&nbsp; I can't resist a cute slingback.&nbsp; You, though!&nbsp; Oh my god, I am <em>living</em> for that skirt, darling."<br><br>She shot a glance at the two boys, stopping on Jack as he introduced himself and flashing one of her inviting smiles, even as she moved a bit so that the pair could easily step up to the table and order their food if they desired.&nbsp; "Bonjour, Jack.&nbsp; I must say, it was very intriguing to see you go up and speak with Dr. Boussard.&nbsp; He frightens me un petit peu, so I would not have had the guts.&nbsp; Especially greeting <em>all</em> of the professors.&nbsp; Mon Dieu!&nbsp; Some of them make me feel like un bébé walking into my first day of primary school again.&nbsp; You have guts, mon ami."&nbsp; She feigned a swoon and fanned herself with one hand as she spoke of how intimidating the teachers were, her lips still curved and her eyes alight with the enjoyment and excitement of it all.<br><br>Turning back to Marshall, she droped him a fluttering wink in response to hearing his order, laughing softly.&nbsp; "Oh, you are a clever one.&nbsp; One so rarely goes wrong trusting a French chef or baker to decide what will taste best.&nbsp; But, I am perhaps a wee bit biased in that regard."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>13-03-2020, 02:24:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/newfaces/i/2013/03/21I7274.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Oct. 1st, 2:30AM<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Castle Halls<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Pictured, w/slippers<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Exhausted <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Wandering the halls, trying to get tired<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Valerie <br><hr><br>The white noise-like action of repeatedly tossing the ball and catching it again was actually doing wonders for taking his mind off of everything that had happened that day: traveling thousands of miles, across an ocean, to a whole new country. Meeting people so wholly different than the people he knew back home. Moving into a place that looked like it could have been right out of some old storybook, and starting, what he felt like would be, an adventure perfectly suited to the same.<br>Actually, he was kinda surprised at being the only person wandering around, who couldn't sleep.<br><br>Not to say that meant he was expecting someone to come sneaking up on him while he was in the middle of a passive thought, and mid-step, with his football just leaving his hands to rocket high up towards the ceiling. <br>The warning had him stopping in his tracks, and turning just his head, to see the blonde who had appeared behind him. After all, she definitely hadn't been there a minute ago. He'd just passed by that spot, and sure he wasn't looking for anyone to be there, but that didn't mean he was totally unaware of his surroundings. Like the vase she was pointing at, he'd been aware of that too.<br><br>His eyes didn't follow her finger, they stayed focused on her face as she scolded him. But one of his brows did quirk up a bit.<br>While she had him distracted, thes brown rubber extension of his arm, spun as it sailed back down with unforgiving speed. The bomb, promising destruction for any fragile or valuable piece of furniture that could end up in its path, tumbling down and ready to CRASH…..!<br><em>...pap</em><br>….until it landed safely in his palms. Soft and tender, had the ball been an egg, there wouldn't be a scuff from the game of catch.<br><br>But what could you expect? He'd been practically attached to a football for years. He could catch it while flying through the air, with three guys tacking him to the ground, even without looking back to make sure it was still flying towards him from sixty yards away! So yeah, he caught it.<br><strong>"...well, if anything was gonna make me fumble, it'd be getting snuck up on, in the middle of the night."</strong><br><br>He turned in place so he was fully facing the girl without moving closer to her. A warm, friendly smile crossing his face, his natural tension breaker. <strong>"Don't worry, I'm pretty good with one of these anyway. So the priceless valuables will be safe."</strong> He spoke with a soft chuckle in his voice. He also held one end of the football in his palm, maneuvering it around like the most natural thing in the world.<br><strong>"I'm Marshall, Wood, nice to meet you…?"</strong> A slight upward inflection on the end, in case she didn't want to introduce herself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>14-03-2020, 15:19:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://live.staticflickr.com/894/27530789377_f61dc9ca6f_b.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...fashionably late to tea.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Leather skirt (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/13/a2/ca13a2b38d760b8d1eed29392eb14725.jpg) with this t-shirt. (https://vangogh.teespring.com/v3/image/nX-CBQLAENc3n-eVkBz5qNZSVyY/480/560.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Ebullient and social.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Doing the High Tea thing.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Gabby, Marshall, and Jack – OPEN <br><hr><br>At some point during their trek across the ballroom, Avery had recognized Jack’s discomfort and released his hand. Nothing had been said, but the brief flash of an apologetic smile had said plenty enough for the moment. Later, after the crowd thinned, she would offer an appropriate apology. <br><br>As for Marshall’s inner musings about dogs and leashes, had she been privy to those thoughts she would have been mortified. Maybe it was true that ignorance is bliss because in her excitement she certainly had not intended to create such an impression. <br><br>Despite that, Avery remained exultant. Gabby was lovely and as much as she had excellent taste in shoes it was the warmth with which she welcomed them both that stood out most. It was the sort of welcome that felt like coming home to an old friend. Deeply genuine and full of hope. <br><br><em>“Oh, thank you!” </em><br><br>Not much could be said for her keen sense of fashion most days. She liked what she liked, and that didn’t necessarily equate to mainstream tastes. To be fair, Gabby hardly felt mainstream which was a mark in her favor. <br><br><em>“It’s nice to meet you, Gabby. I’m Avery.” </em><br><br>Jack was exchanging pleasantries with Marshall, people were ordering crepes, the room was busy with conversation and students finding their way through this whole affair. <br>When the opportunity provided itself and it was considered polite to do so, she offered Marshall a proper introduction as well.<br><br><em>“It’s nice to meet you as well, Marshall!”</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-03-2020, 16:10:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Sl1GQf.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Valerie Hayward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15293930#msg15293930)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Tuesday, October 1st | 2:30 AMish<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Castle halls<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Purple sweater and jeans <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Curious, enchanted<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Being meddlesome<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Marshall, Open | <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mentioning:</span></span> --<br><hr>"...Oh--" Valerie found her head ducking sheepishly, a wayward little smile tugging along the corners of her pale lips. "...Sorry." She exhaled as she began to fiddle and twist the sleeves of her sweater between her fingers. "I wasn't trying to---" Wait! Why was she even apologizing? <i>He</i> was the one doing something wrong! He was the one being needlessly risky around another person's property. Who knew what sort of treasures hid within these halls? Delicate or not, they were bound to hold some form of sentiment to <i>someone</i>! <br><br>Suddenly her nostrils flared, filling her lungs with self-righteous fury! Or perhaps something more along the lines of indignant determination...? <i>Yeah</i>, that sounded right. With a self-assuring nod, Valerie's shoulders squared to their fullest height and she lifted her chin defiantly. "What I meant to say is that you are being awfully inconsiderate, don't you think?" <br><br>Greying memories of room after room of stories encased within a veritable selection of trinkets her dubbed <i>mementos</i> or <i>souvenirs</i>, Valerie could almost hear her grandmother's voice echoing over her own as she chastised the boy standing before her. She wasn't quite sure if that made her want to cringe or preen. "You never know what what sort of accidents might happen, or what you could come across in these halls." And at that she offered him an almost pointedly apologetic smile, which she tried (https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mch3vg1i621rvjfhk.gif) to make seem as adorable as humanly possible. "Such as naggy harpies named Valerie." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 21:04:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/newfaces/i/2013/03/21I7274.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> Oct. 1st, 2:30AM<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Castle Halls<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Pictured, w/slippers<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Exhausted <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Wandering the halls, trying to get tired<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Valerie <br><hr><br>He saw that moment of shame on the girl's face, when she apologized. It was actually causing his own features to soften apologetically. It wasn't in his nature to make people feel bad. Especially not girls. Outdated mindset, sure. But that's the way his dad had taught him to be.<br>He might have apologized himself, right then: <em>"Hey, no, you're right… I wasn't thinking… I'm not used to elegant castles."</em><br>A number of different ways he would have been willing to take the blame on himself, just to brighten her mood.<br>Then there was a change. <br><br>Before he knew what was happening, the girl shifted her body language back up and wide, ready to take on the world. Or just ready to take on him.<br>Marshall's brows rose with her shoulders. He hadn't been ready for it. Wild mood swings in the middle of the night. He'd just been trying to walk off the jet lag. Not go toe to toe with the hall sheriff.<br>Next thing he knew she was scolding him again. Trying to make him feel bad for endangering these "priceless artifacts". Come to think of it, had anyone ever even mentioned any of these things being antiques, or irreplaceable?<br>But before he could answer that question to himself, the girl changed again.<br><br>One of his brows stayed quirked up in disbelief as she, Valerie, put on a sugary sweet smile, and referred to herself as a nag.<br>Marshall was dumbfounded. There was a moment where he was looking for the words to respond to what just happened, and when they came to him, they fell out in an uncommitted <strong>"o-k...I'll try to keep that in mind, and be careful…"</strong><br><br>Desperate to try and change the bizarre vibe in the hall, he took a few steps toward her.<br><strong>"...Valerie, right? So, are you not able to sleep too?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>25-03-2020, 07:36:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/414aa81d75a3b3299d4b8d4144e028ae/tumblr_ouolf6smL91vd20lzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Finley Pritchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272539#msg15272539)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> A muted orange, oversized shirt and fitted, white jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d4/df/35/d4df3597ea0763219c848d196b72a867.jpg) with brown loafers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/office-lemming-bar-loafers-in-tan-leather/12913628-1-tan?$XXL$&amp;wid=513&amp;fit=constrain)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Relaxed, Curious, Amused<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Introductions<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Roslyn, Open<br><hr><br>An eyebrow cocked as one of the other students approached his claimed table and daringly sat in an open seat beside him; these kinds of things were usually pretty difficult for certain crowds when the room was a bunch of people they’d never met before, though Finley had never struggled with it personally, but the redhead strode over to him seemingly confident and took that place at his side with an optimistic aura and a welcoming smile. She was dressed well, he noted, as he glanced over her casually with a curious glance, and then she spoke.&nbsp; <br><br>Finley waited expectedly as she introduced herself and reached out to touch the back of his hand that rested on the table before him nonchalantly; another daring move committed by the stranger. As she continued, a smirk pulled at his lips and he slowly set the teacup down back onto its matching china saucer. He sat up straighter in his chair, having slumped slowly by habit over the period of the last few minutes of sipping his tea. <br><br><em>”That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing, hun.”</em> <br><br>“Thanks, sweetheart, picked it out myself.” He laughed, his articulate British accent very different from her American one. “And you too. You <em>must</em> tell me where you bought it.” <br><br>“Finley. Pleasure, Roslyn.” He gave her an instinctive wink, his cheeky grin still in place. “Don’t worry about...that.” He gestured forward toward the table where he’d briefly spotted Roslyn talking to another student, or at least attempting to before she dispersed and the redhead ended up approaching him. “I think you smell great.”&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>25-03-2020, 08:17:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/61509ce5646931c22d9f8e0d5e4f4983/tumblr_pldn57nIyR1smw1wso1_1280.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Stefanie Cirillo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271333#msg15271333)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> Burgundy-lace bustier-eqsue top, high-wasted, black dress pants with matching casual-style blazer (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/53/d8/c253d84cb57f747058faeb810a9a2a95.jpg) and black, strappy heels. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5a/02/a4/5a02a46ce0d6ac6443b59d066ebc9b2a.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Curious<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Introductions <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Delilah &amp; Grayson | Open<br><hr><br><em>"...I was just going to say those were probably hand-grown by some rugged farmer on an idyllic berry farm like out of some sort of Thomas Kincaid painting or something."</em> <br><br>Stefanie cocked an eyebrow at him, mid-chew, before swallowing to make a brief response.&nbsp; <br><br>“No wonder they taste so good. Rugged farmers are the key.”&nbsp; <br><br>Her icy blue eyes fluttered over to the other woman, glancing her up and down for a brief moment to actually take in her appearance as she spoke and Stefanie made a point to finish off her strawberry. The worst part about strawberries was dealing with their little green leaf cap, but luckily for her the staff had been paid enough to remove them all before putting the berries out to be picked at. <em>Ahh, the rich.</em> The other female student looked a lot more casually dressed than Stef had initially expected anyone to be, though she seemed to still be well put together. Maybe she was going for the more...wholesome look? The judgement crossed her mind with a cock of an eyebrow, portraying the thought process for a moment before lowering to something more neutral. <br><br><em>"You'd be surprised...people like to put fake food on tables in places like these...can't be too sorry you know."</em> <br><br>“You’re not wrong. This place gives me ‘fake food’ vibes too.” <br><br>Stefanie took another strawberry, completely disregarding the plates for the moment as the couple that she’d interrupted began self-introductions.<br><br>“Stefanie.” She nodded, waving her hand absentmindedly in a brief acknowledgement. <br><br>As the newly introduced Delilah continued, commenting on how she felt out of the place, Stefanie’s gaze wandered to observe the room. Others had finally started to mingle or to make orders of hot foods that were being prepared.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m pretty sure everyone here feels the same.” She brushed off the girl's fears, turning to her again. “But hey, at least we’re all in the same boat, right?” Stef shifted, turning her hip to the table in order to stand face on to the two of them. <br><br>“My advice? Touch everything. Delicate things usually end up broken anyway.” She glanced from Delilah to Greyson, tilting her head at him expectedly, looking for him to add his own two cents to the conversation. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrAlanNH</strong> on <strong>27-03-2020, 19:34:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7cNoRru.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> <strong>Roslyn Walder</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15273555#msg15273555) <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> 30 Sept | a bit after 2pm <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Grand Ballroom <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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>&nbsp; <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> excited | optimistic <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> meetin’ and eatin’ <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Finley | open&nbsp; <br><br><hr> <br>Roz laughed, “Thanks, I do try to bathe at least once a fortnight.&nbsp; Even in our uncivilized land across the pond, we have some standards.”&nbsp; She let her eyes roam appreciatingly over him for a moment, “Perhaps we’ll have to go shopping together.&nbsp; I’m sure we can find some amazing things.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Finley,”&nbsp; she repeated.&nbsp; “That’s an unusual name; at least Stateside.&nbsp; For all I know, it’s the John of English names.&nbsp; You can call me Roz if you like; most people do.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<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.&nbsp; “So, what do you make of this place and this motley crew?&nbsp; 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.” &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - Campus Interior</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>29-03-2020, 22:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/414aa81d75a3b3299d4b8d4144e028ae/tumblr_ouolf6smL91vd20lzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Finley Pritchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272539#msg15272539)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 2pm<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Ballroom<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> A muted orange, oversized shirt and fitted, white jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d4/df/35/d4df3597ea0763219c848d196b72a867.jpg) with brown loafers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/office-lemming-bar-loafers-in-tan-leather/12913628-1-tan?$XXL$&amp;wid=513&amp;fit=constrain)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Relaxed<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Introductions<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Roslyn, Open<br><hr><br>“Most people just call me Fin.” He paid her his full attention as she spoke, clearly confident in holding eye contact and even relaxing back into his chair, his hand retracting from the table to sit in his lap while his other ran along the rim of his teacup casually. “Only other Finley I’ve met was an Irish chap. I don’t think its very common." <br><br>As the redhead opposite him broke eye contact to glance around the room, he did the same. Finley peered up towards the faculty tables as well, curious as to what they were thinking among all the bustle of awkward first introductions. They seemed to be talking amongst themselves, occasionally scanning the students but not too fussed on their movements as one might expect. Next was the staff, who seemed happy enough providing whatever was needed or requested by the students. A scent of something cooking caught his nose then and he adjusted himself, sitting up straight in his chair. He raised the dainty china cup back to his lips and tossed back the remainder of his tea, finishing it off in one mouthful. As pretty as they were, and by God he had seen a lot of them in his time, they didn’t really hold a good amount those china cups. <br><br>“It’s a lot, I guess.” Finley continued to scan the crowd as he replaced the cup on the saucer. “I’ve not met anyone else yet. Seems to be some interesting people here though.” He shot her a suggestive glance before looking across the hall once again. Maybe the next plan of action was to get something to fill his stomach?<br><br>“I’ve never really been up to Scotland before, so I’m excited to be up here. I imagine it’s pretty different for you? What state are you from?” Finley politely turned back to Roslyn, relaxing in his chair once again to offer his undivided attention while the two remaining in conversation.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>