 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Most people probably wouldn't have assumed by looking at her, and the stilettos she usually insisted on wearing, but this was Rosie's kind of event. Since announcement she had been eagerly anticipating getting up on the course and racing through. She didn't have much interest in any type of prize, as truthfully most of the things were of no interest to her given her current position or... it was something the spoiled rich girl could have purchased for herself. But that didn't mean that she didn't still want to compete, because that's REALLY what her life centered around.
She'd opted to ditch her stilettos today, choose a clean pair of Adidas instead so she was available to help take shifts with the Moontrimmer for her boss, but also simply because she wasn't so silly as to think she could take the adventure course in them. She'd even managed to logic her way into a comfortable pair of black jeans and a fitted tee, as opposed to the flowy dresses she usually chose. Being February and the air still had some light bite to it, she'd brought a jacket too. But honestly, she wasn't anticipating having to use it too much - so she'd folded it up small and slid it into her enchanted crossbody bag.
Glancing around after arrival, she eyed the course and all of the amazing looking food, while she debated if she should find her level seven employees first or head right into the festivities and find them later.
Her answer was somewhat answered when she saw another woman (Isabel)stumble and tried to move forward to help her, until she regained her balance on her own. "You alright?" It was probably the apparation. That always made her nauseous and dizzy.
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