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[center][h1][color=#e31e1e]Constance Monroe[/color][/h1]
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[color=#e31e1e]Location[/color]: [color=#1C402E]The Evergreen Room[/color]
[color=#e31e1e]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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Constance knew she had to pull herself together, and fast. She had already let one person see her at her lowest that day, and she didn't need the others to see her like that. She noted sadly that she really didn't have to worry about anyone else having to share the bathroom with and grimaced at that thought. She knew that they would have to talk to the others, to figure out if they were also blackmailed. However, getting anyone else to try to admit it might be like pulling teeth. Why would anyone being blackmailed easily admit to it, especially to a virtual stranger when there was clearly a murderer on the loose?

Constance tossed her workout clothing into a pile in the corner as she stepped into the shower. Her mind was swirling as the warm water gently pelted her body, attempting to wash away the morning. She already knew she was going to have to take some time with her make up, to hide the little redness around her eyes from crying. 

As she stood there, she let her mind wander a bit. Who would be the best to approach next. Maybe the magician? She seemed to be on to something the night before, maybe hinting at something. Maybe she could be an ally in this. She was trying to remember if there was anyone else that had been asking or hinting at any strangeness last night, but all she remembered about dinner was the gentleman in shorts, the drag queen, the punch, and the very rude family member.

Wait, the woman that had headbutted him at the bar had ended up dead. How was [i]no one[/i] immediately suspicious of him. Or maybe they were and no one was saying anything. He had yelled death threats at her, and also at his niece for nominating her last night at the bar. She might have to bring that up to Tony later, when they were alone. At least they had a reasonable cover for being alone together, as most people had probably seen them got off together, or maybe even heard them the night before.  

She finally turned off the shower and stepped out and wrapped herself in one of the towels. Whatever thoughts she had at the moment, she needed to focus and get ready for the day. There was a lot to do, and not a lot of time to do it in.