Roxie Hart shows up at the Monte Cristo , and begins to get understandably concerned. There is no evidence of a Court. She checks her note again. Correct address, date and time. No court.
Dun, Dun, DUN.
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Roxie Hart shows up at the Monte Cristo , and begins to get understandably concerned. There is no evidence of a Court. She checks her note again. Correct address, date and time. No court.
Dun, Dun, DUN.
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Michael had needed to drop off the music for Court and only now just got to the Monte Cristo. He needed to compel someone to inform any who arrived here about the change in venue.
He got there and stepping into the lobby he felt there was already a Beast there.
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Joseph shows up at the Monte Cristo as well. Mentally prepared for meeting new Beasts his own is kept in check with a charismatic smile.
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Aaaaand another one.
"Pardon me," Michael said getting thier attention. "I've been sent to inform you that there's been a change in venue. Court has been moved to the Sterling Hotel ballroom."
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Roxie crushes her little note in her pretty little hands. She had her nails painted red for the occasion. She hated painting her nails. "Really? When was this announced?"
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Joseph walks over to the two new kindred the same thought on his mind.
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Joseph frowns slightly. "Well I drove so I don't need any transportation there." He looks at the other kindred. "Need a ride?"
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Roxie stares at Michael. Loooooooooooooong and hard. There are a number of things in that look, foremost among them is that if this was not court, then it was not Elysium. Her gaze is that of someone deciding on what manner of horrible punishment she wishes to inflict on him, and then all Carthians for fucking this night up so quickly.
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Dicky pulls up to the Monte Crisco, temporary parking as close as he can get.
Good, limos are here. Let's see if Michael is doing OK. A few Kindred are in the hall already, with one in particular who's agitated state sets violent terror to his curse.
"Michael, I'm just stopping to check in. How are we doing?"
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