[center][color=f49ac2][h3]Pippa Montgomery [/h3][/color]  [color=f49ac2]Location:[/color] Callaway Hall, 4A  [color=f49ac2] 
Interacting with:[/color] Carmina [@Viciousmarrow], Selassie [@princesstee], Lindsay[@alexfangtalon], Elena [@Ultimate Spidey]
PMing: Avaleigh [@lovely complex]  [hr][hr][img] https://45.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrxtkt9PqA1qfc80oo1_500.gif [/img][hr][hr][/center]

Pippa’s eyes fell on the blonde whose head snuck out past the curtains of her bed. Those damn things were going to be a problem when the girls were coming in and out, never knowing who was in the tiny room. Her face was familiar and Pippa recognized her as the girl she had interacted with briefly while she had unpacked. [i]Lemon[/i] She repeated to herself, willing herself to remember. It was a strange name, even for a nickname, but who was she to judge? Her name was [i]Pippa[/i] after all; although her mother was to be blamed for that…where this girl choose her title. Yes, right, where was she? Ah Lemon. Lemons were yellow and the roommate was blonde. The blonde above her own bed. She could remember that simply enough.
 
[color=f49ac2] “It’s nice to meet you Lemon. What major are you? I’m Pippa…Pippa Montgomery. I’m in the dance division.”[/color] Her lips curled into her half smirk she preferred when dealing with others, nodding towards the other girls in the room as she turned back to the comfort of her iced coffee, sipping it thoughtfully as she stood before her bed. Her free hand was resting on her hip as she looked at the clothes with thought and then to her small closest space near the bed, the drawers under her bed being her saving grace. Could she use one draw for her dance clothes and needs, and use the rest for bras and shoes? It would be tight but she could manage. [color=f49ac2] “Have any of you heard of any plans for tonight? I’ve seen posters for The Dream Festival, which would be fun this afternoon.” [/color] 

She finished putting her dresses and clothes on silk hangers in the closet space with a flourish, finally able to sit on her bed again without the trauma of wrinkling her clothes. She spoke in general to her roommates as she looked down at her phone, catching up on instagram and snapchat. Rude. Rude but effective.  Switching to FB a notification popped up on her screen for the [i][b]Mortimer Class of 2020[/b][/i]. Some other freshmen had posted on it, talking about a party. Pippa’s interest peaked as she read. A senior allowing even a few freshmen to their party was unheard of. On one hand, sober Pippa disliked people. On the other hand, drunken Pippa loved people. And parties tended to have alcohol, which could fix the sober part of the equation. She clicked the pretty girl’s name, going to her profile and opening the box for a PM.
 
As Pippa began typing away on her blackberry she stopped and looked back up. She glanced at the other ladies in the room, taking in her options for dragging them with her. The Spanish beauty wouldn’t be difficult to sway, she had a feeling she would enjoy dancing. The blonde…[i]Lemon[/i], she reminded herself, would be a challenge. The quiet girl with curly hair she wasn’t sure about yet. She was up on her bed with a white pad and pencil, clearly an artist. She took another large sip of her coffee before speaking again, attempting to sound friendly. Easier said than done. [color=f49ac2] “A girl in our year posted about a party tonight. A [i] senior’s[/i] welcome back party. She has an in and is looking for a few classmates to join her.”[/color] She grinned slightly standing back up. [color=f49ac2]“I think we just found something to do tonight! Can you imagine? A senior, all the connections and actual important people there? There would be dancing, good music and plenty of interesting people. Not to mention, no stale beer like with younger hosts.” [/color]
 
As she spoke she finished up her message to Avaleigh, wondering if she would be able to find a decent friend or two in this place. Or a fun someone to help ease her into the semester.
 
[center][color=Royalblue][b]Pippa Montgomery[/b][/color][/center]
[center][color=f49ac2] Hi there! I, plus my four lovely roommates, would be thrilled to attend. We have a mix of personalities who are ready to let loose a bit tonight. I for one could use a good party to get to know some people and celebrate moving in. Let me know the details. 
Xoxo Pippa 
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 [color=f49ac2] “What do you say, ladies?”[/color] Pippa asked as she pressed send on her phone, smiling warmly at her roomies. She would drag them there if need be, but she preferred honey to handcuffs. [color=f49ac2] “Does anyone want to go to lunch or the dream festival with me? We can go out and be back here in time to get ready…and change for the party.”[/color] She eyed them each. Ugh, artists and their cloths. Her eyes went again to the quiet curly haired roommate, [color=f49ac2] “What about you? Want some sunshine and art to get your creative juices flowing?”[/color]