[ Roxy usually is a chipper thing but today as she investigates the new landmark she's just sort of... not. At all. She's poking around curiously, but it's a sort of "sigh might as well" level of curiosity. Thanks, various stages of grief. ]

Never seen a school before. Not hella impressed, tbh.

[ Though aw, look at all that artwork on the wall. Aaaand then she remembers that no one ever put her artwork or stories on walls because she had a lonely, sad childhood and now she sure is crying, yep. She's crying alone in a murder village schoolhouse, this is how low she has sunk. ]

[ All over town in various parts of the day Roxy just seems to have Given Up, and is laying on the ground staring up at the sky or ceiling with a dead-eyed expression lacking any of her usual chipperness. Or her usual anything, really. ]

[ Near the liquor one can find Roxy just. Standing there, holding an unopened bottle of what is probably vodka. ]

Not gonna help, fuck, ughhhh... [ She appears to be at war with herself. Startle the recovering alcoholic now stricken with useless grief, y/n? ]

[ Ah yes nothing like a bright sunny morning to find a girl sobbing on the floor of the kitchen, holding a... spoon? Yes, she is crying over a spoon. ]

They're probs all dead, and here I am. Useless fucking Roxy, doing fuck all once again. [ Is she... talking to herself?? Either way, apparently she's reached a Self-Loathing and All My Friends Are Dead type of grief today. ] Can't even be useful and die, stupid immunity. Can't even make a cake... Janey could make a cake...