Freddie has a big green feather boa wrapped around his neck and the top of one of those vintage microphones hanging on the top of his wand. Sometimes he sings into it and sometimes he sticks it in your face and demands you sing along to the current song, and yes it's hooked up to the sound system so sing loud and proud.
Lorcan just looked at a photo of his great grandpa for inspiration to transfigure his clothes into and now he's essentially cosplaying Newt Scamander, but with a press card fedora.
He has one of his big cameras hanging on a strap around his neck and he's snapping pictures of everyone and everything. And to anyone who asks: he is Logan Goldstein, an American photojournalist from somewhere on the east coast but his inconsistent accent sure make that hard to pin down.
The party had initially sounded like a good time to Criswell but now that he's been assigned the role of prizefighter, he's a bit more on edge. He isn't in any way equipped to playact at being a tough guy and he can't quite escape the thought that he'll somehow be roped into a tussle. Please don't hit him. He's made of glass.
Scorpius is on the record saying he doesn't understand theme parties... but that doesn't mean he's not curious. Not to mention Rose is the one behind it, and he knows she won't let him get away with skipping. He's dressed in long dark clergy robes, and will chide friends for not calling him "father".
Marion, having dated no fewer than three separate girls who declared themselves 'Antique Hunters' (success pending), feels singularly qualified to play the antiquarian. Now, if only she'd actually paid attention to their haul stories so she could repurpose them for her own.
No matter. Bullshit about old bullshit? She's got a dapper-ass suit and she's on the case.
Lysander actually likes this style, like he was born to look like a little miniature Ebenezer Scrooge. He brought a gigantic notebook and quill, and has a great excuse to be taking notes all evening, which he does, often around conversations he's not part of.
Molly is bringing some decidedly Wednesday Addams vibes in a simple black drop-waist dress with a very big collar and some serious ass Theda Bara makeup. She is also carrying around an old kindle with a cheap faux leather cover that has "NECRONOMICON" written on it in sharpie.
Tonight she's giving everyone free vibe checks whether they want them or not.
Tonight, Hugo is a 1920's Doctor of Medicine. Specifically a country doctor, traveling from town to town, treating those in needs. He wears a three-piece wool suit, has a stethoscope around his neck, and carries a leather doctor's bag. Hopefully it has the medicine you need. But if not, don't despair! For Dr. Hugo never goes anywhere without his handy amputating saw. And he's never met a medical problem he can't just cut off.
As the silent film star, Albus is going for a Harry Lloyd in The Milky Way look, complete with black bow tie, white dinner jacket and round glasses. (Admittedly, the glasses give him more of a Harry Potter than Harry Lloyd look, especially given that this is an old pair Albus borrowed from his father.)
On the silver screen, Albus plays a charming and energetic figure known for his physical comedy and incredible stunts, but off screen, he is a haunted mess who resorts to dames and alcohol to quell his demons.
The lyrics to Snoop Krupp's "Hippogriff Hippity-Hoppity (A Song About Rabbits)" are surprisingly dense. Which is why it's the perfect song for Freddie to croon as he sweeps through the lobby.
"Aaaand the rabbits bit the big bop-a-booey-bip-bap-a-dooey," his breathless and off-key rapping obscures all but the basic beat. Also? Not even close to the right lyrics.
But that's not his problem anymore! He shoves his microphone in the face of the nearest unfortunate human. It's the hook! Probably! Just sing, it'll be fine.
It's not uncommon to find Lorcan sitting on the couch at a party with someone else's cat in his lap. And that's exactly what he's doing right now.
Lorcan has a plate of Mystery Meatballs that he appears to be sharing with Jerry. Or at least Jerry's helping himself to Lorcan's plate and Lorcan isn't stopping him. -- No, wait, he's definitely tearing the meatballs into smaller pieces for the cat.
"Ah, would you like some meatballs as well?" he very kindly offers to the next person to approach the pair.
Corrie is starting to think she should have spent less of her prep time finding her costume, and more time studying what flappers act like. She has a vague sense that they hoppity-skipped everywhere and were highly perky, but that seems slightly at odds with her role as a posh English bint losing her fortune to -- probably the mafia, right? It must be the mafia. Everything in 1920s was the mafia.
She's bopping to the music to get more in character when she spots Criswell and grins. "Oh there you are, Mr. Tartlawney," Corrie calls, jigging over to him. "It is Mr. Tartlawney, isn't it?"
Marion slides up beside the first person she sees. "Kill anybody lately?" She asks, peeking at them over the top of her Sidecar. "You can tell me, Weasley's thesis said 'not a snitch' in huge red letters."
Roxie used every stealth skill in her arsenal to sneak past getting a role, so she doesn't have to LARP all evening. She did dress up, sort of, in high waisted pants that are very nearly 1920's, but in a shirt with fewer sleeves. Taking some liberties. Rose always throws a good party, and it's sort of nice to be in a place she won't have to find the back door in order to escape a magazine or fan. She's very content, camping out in this bedroom, nursing a French 75, and supervising the mayhem with absolutely no input. "Oh. Dead, already, sorry." She even tells the first person to approach her. She doesn't have a sticker, and may in fact have overlooked this feature. Serves her right.
Doctor Hugo sits at a table, sipping his FDA-approved 1920's anesthetic. (Uh, he's drinking a gin & tonic.) When a fellow party-goer passes by, the good doctor clears his throat and nods in their direction. "Hey stranger," his Southern drawl is decent, if a little inconsistent. "You know, those who've recently committed murder will often show physiological signs." He puts down his drink and uncoils the stethoscope from around his neck. "Mind if I run some tests? That is, assuming you have nothing to hide."
"Are you winning?" Maybe they're all back in chickenchurch, because it's the too-quiet voice of God right over an innocent poker player's right shoulder. Never one for social niceties, Lysander's leaning over to see what they've got in their hand, and whether it would be profitable to join this game, bet on it, or wait entirely. Murder can wait. "It's all right, attorney-client privilege." He reassures, breaking ethics rules with abandon three minutes into his fake career.
These robes are growing on him. Not for any religious reasons, but more because it reminds him of something his father or grandfather would wear. Ditch the cross, and he'd fit in at the Malfoy estate better than ever. It's a thought that makes him smile with a bit of wicked amusement. Grandfather would hate his fashion sense being compared to a muggle priest.
When someone approaches him from behind, he sighs heavily. "Here to kill me? Or would you like to confess a sin?"
Disclaimer on Murder updates: I'm working like all night tonight so I might be a hot sec but I will try to get everything up in a somewhat timely manner.
WHAT'S UP?
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Louis has no idea what he is in for, but is dressed like this.
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WHAT'S UP, LORCAN?
He has one of his big cameras hanging on a strap around his neck and he's snapping pictures of everyone and everything. And to anyone who asks: he is Logan Goldstein, an American photojournalist from somewhere on the east coast but his inconsistent accent sure make that hard to pin down.
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...but it will probably be fine.
He's dressed in a neat three-piece suit with a purple tie appropriate for the time and has his hair slicked more definitively than normal.
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No matter. Bullshit about old bullshit? She's got a dapper-ass suit and she's on the case.
WHAT'S UP, LYSANDER?
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WHAT'S UP, LYSANDER?
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Her name tonight is Ruby Templeton. She is always holding a drink and has a handful of cards hidden up her sleeve.
WHAT'S UP, Molly?
Tonight she's giving everyone free vibe checks whether they want them or not.
WHAT'S UP, HUGO?
WHAT'S UP, ALBUS?
On the silver screen, Albus plays a charming and energetic figure known for his physical comedy and incredible stunts, but off screen, he is a haunted mess who resorts to dames and alcohol to quell his demons.
LOBBY
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie (OPEN++)
"Aaaand the rabbits bit the big bop-a-booey-bip-bap-a-dooey," his breathless and off-key rapping obscures all but the basic beat. Also? Not even close to the right lyrics.
But that's not his problem anymore! He shoves his microphone in the face of the nearest unfortunate human. It's the hook! Probably! Just sing, it'll be fine.
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie & Photojournalist Lorcan
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie & Photojournalist Lorcan
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie & Photojournalist Lorcan
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie & Photojournalist Lorcan
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LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie & Photojournalist Lorcan
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie and Backup
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie and Backup
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie and Backup
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie & Flight Regulations
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie & Flight Regulations
LOBBY: Lounge Singer Freddie & Doc Hugo
LOBBY: "Logan Goldstein" & Jerry & Open++
Lorcan has a plate of Mystery Meatballs that he appears to be sharing with Jerry. Or at least Jerry's helping himself to Lorcan's plate and Lorcan isn't stopping him. -- No, wait, he's definitely tearing the meatballs into smaller pieces for the cat.
"Ah, would you like some meatballs as well?" he very kindly offers to the next person to approach the pair.
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
She's bopping to the music to get more in character when she spots Criswell and grins. "Oh there you are, Mr. Tartlawney," Corrie calls, jigging over to him. "It is Mr. Tartlawney, isn't it?"
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
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LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
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LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
SPEAKEASY
SPEAKEASY: Marion & (OPEN)
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
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SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Roxanne and (OPEN++ SHE'S NOT MURDERING THOUGH)
SPEAKEASY: Roxanne & Albus
SPEAKEASY: Roxanne & Albus
SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & OPEN ++
SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & Criswell
POKER ROOM
POKER ROOM: Lysander Invades Personal Space (Open)
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POKER ROOM: Lysander and Corrie
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POKER ROOM: Lysander and Corrie
POKER ROOM: Lysander and Corrie
POKER ROOM: Lysander and Corrie
POKER ROOM: Lysander and Corrie
POKER ROOM: Lysander and Corrie
POKER ROOM: Lysander and Corrie
CAFE
CAFE: Father Scorpius (open++)
When someone approaches him from behind, he sighs heavily. "Here to kill me? Or would you like to confess a sin?"
CAFE: Father Scorpius, Conductor Rose & DI Pug
CAFE: Father Scorpius & Logan Goldstein of The Quabbler
CAFE: Father Scorpius & Oscar Winner Albus Potter
CAFE: Vibe Check (open++)
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MURDER MYSTERY
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