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.
"What!" Albus gasps with an over-the-top amount of surprise, clearly in full LARP mode. He showed up to get a drink or two, to complete his character, but detoured to bother one of his very beloved cousins. "What no-good scoundrel could've bumped off the baddest witch I know? Blink twice if you need to be avenged."
Roxie makes a point to stare ahead for several straight seconds, to fully communicate fully her lack of a need for revenge. But her face relaxes, as it must, for family. "Ah...you know. Mostly hubris. Blink once, and..."
She does the universal motion for throat-slicing here, but seems to have reached the acceptance stage, herself, and follows with a little shrug. Sometimes you just die, what're you gonna do. "Just. Remember me well. Drink?"
SPEAKEASY: Roxanne and (OPEN++ SHE'S NOT MURDERING THOUGH)
SPEAKEASY: Roxanne & Albus
SPEAKEASY: Roxanne & Albus
She does the universal motion for throat-slicing here, but seems to have reached the acceptance stage, herself, and follows with a little shrug. Sometimes you just die, what're you gonna do. "Just. Remember me well. Drink?"