[Following the motto never to wear the same costume twice, April is in a different get-up from the masquerade and Halloween proper, this time dressed in a bathrobe and (oddly alcohol scented, if anyone managed to get close enough) Cinderella-style glass slippers. Between dark, painted rings under her eyes and a sole accompanying raccoon with hair-curlers in its fur, she looks a bit of a wreck. Yet for some reason, the lipstick is still perfect.
She serves herself punch, and gives the bowl the most disappointed look she can muster when she takes a sip and doesn't detect any overt spiking.]
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She serves herself punch, and gives the bowl the most disappointed look she can muster when she takes a sip and doesn't detect any overt spiking.]
Is no one even trying anymore.