#h.roxy01

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"The key to being a good little clown, my friend, is comedic timing. And showing like, a very, very tasteful amount of cleavage so the dads pay attention to you too." They laugh, taking a long swallow of their coffee before sighing. "No, whatever's going on, they're keeping it under wraps, I might try to bribe the deputy into telling me, if I look sad enough I think I can swing him caving. Most of the officers are basically dads and I have a 'peppy lost child' energy most adults find difficult to resist." It's probably her unwaveringly plucky demeanor, bright and oddly comedic, even in the face of discussing a murder. "Mercy probably wouldn't care, all things considered- if he hadn't been with me the whole night when all this happened I'd probably almost suspect him. I love the guy, really, but he's a little cracked and not in the fun way." The ever-present grin fades just a touch as Roxy admits their only two suspects likely... didn't do it. "Sooo we're back at square one, huh? That bites." They sigh, sitting their coffee aside to pick up one of the many little baubles on their desk, turning the little plastic clown over in their hand. "I guess that makes sense, it's rarely the first person you'd suspect- the not-quite-a-boyfriend, the guy she had beef with- it's not TV."

They hum, scratching a fleck of paint off shiny plastic absently. "I hope they track down whoever did it, you know? I know firsthand what those monsters can do all on their own- it's not like they need help."

"I figured you'd joke about most things," Roxy joked, gesturing at the clowns lined up along the desk. "But I will keep that in mind." It would certainly add an uncomfortable energy to the office, staring at all those beady eyes. "Damn and here I was hoping you'd be able to give me the inside scoop. Though it's clear who they're investigating seeing as i get dragged in for all of it." She sighed. Roxanne wouldn't mind if Hex had some regular run of the mill office gossip. It would almost be a nice change of pace. She was glad she got the bluenette's coffee order right, but the comment about Mercy made the corner of her lip twitch. "I think you should let him know I've decided to compete for the position of favorite, I agree." She sighed and sipped her own coffee. "Honestly not much to tell. I wouldn't normally speculate but I'm pretty sure neither of them did it."

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"Oh I would never joke about an affront to interior design like that, Rox." Hex laughs, taking her coffee with a smile. "I swear, some of these people would have the police station done up like a hunting lodge if they were left to their own devices." She adjusts in her seat, reaching across to tap the little bobblehead clown on her desk with one long nail. "The officers are in some meeting, I've been sat here listening in, but shy of sticking a cup on the wall, I'm not really getting much worthwhile." They admit, rolling brown eyes absently. There's a momentary pause, to sip her drink, and then, clearly satisfied, sit it on the corner of her desk. "It's perfect, thank you. Mercy's been my friend for over a decade and even he refuses to remember my coffee order, you know- I'm gonna tell him he's been replaced." She teases, leaning their elbows against the desk a moment later. "So, anything juicy I get to know? Did that Chiyoda fella bump off his lover? Or was it that TJ guy?" That's Hex- a gossip through and through. "Of course, there's client confidentiality, and all that but I'm dying here with nothing, you know?"

[cheeky time skip for the babies]

Roxanne stepped into the station with several coffees balanced in her arm, a bag thrown over her shoulder, and a pencil in the bun she had her hair up in. Her first stop of the day was with Hex, offering the cup to the blue-haired dispatcher. "You know, I kind of thought you were joking before, about having coworkers who'd put mounts on the wall of the station, but you were serious huh?" She laughed. "I think that coffee should be how you like it." It had taken her a few days to round up coffee orders, but with the amount of questionings she'd been present for since the murder it just sort of made sense to bring caffeine along.

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"You know, I've been here since I was a teenager, and to this day, I have never really worked through the lingering horror I feel when I spend time around... some of the town's lovely citizens." She observes, chuckling softly. "I try to keep myself from judging- far be it from the clown to have any room to talk, but at the least, we could pick a winner outside, surely." They smile slightly, taking another long swallow of their drink before sticking out a hand- it's carefully manicured, even here- nails long and shiny. "Hex." She greets. "Good to know there's some people in this town with a little more sense in decor- I tell you, the police station would have mounts in it if some of my coworkers had their way."

Roxy nodded her head, accepting that the blue-haired person was really staring off into space. Not that hard to believe. Plus she perked up at the compliment. "Okay, you're not wrong." She grimaced at the deer head. "Nothing more appetizing than dead carcass on the walls. Except... perhaps that." She gestured towards a man at a table who was.... currently picking his nose. "What is wrong with people...."

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It wasn't like Hex needed to go to the Sasquatch to drink, her bees had been more than kind enough to ensure that the Menagerie had plenty of mead to put down at their evening bonfires or with family dinners- but sometimes, there was only so much she could do to tolerate Arkadeon's constant philandering- and Mercy had seen fit to make their shared room at the house borderline inhospitable with his 'improvements-' which really came down to the man tearing through walls at strange hours of the night- Hex needed a break, and maybe a frilly drink she could imagine an umbrella in was just what the doctor ordered. They blink as somebody speaks, pointing to their own chest- bright blue braids flopping with the movement. "Wh- oh. oh, that's my bad, really. I was definitely just spacing out over a drink." They insist. "But if I had to pick something worth staring at I could certainly do worse in this place." Her nose wrinkles, motioning to the mounted deer head on the wall above the bar. "Foooor example. This is. Decor, surely."

where: the sasquatch who: open

The fact that the only bar in the town was called "The Sasquatch" really summed up Huntsville as far as Roxy was concerned. Still, tequila was tequila and she was in a bar stool drinking, regardless of how divey the location may have been. She could feel someone's eyes on her, and after finishing off another drink she turned to face them. "Can I help you? Or are you just staring for fun?"