[Hello, Studio. Before you can even see T'Pol Roxie, you can hear this song playing. Loudly. If anyone's near her trailer, you can definitely hear it emanating out the open door.]

All right, you guys know what they say about the mice playing while the cat's away, and I think that's fairly relevant to our situation, don't you? Yeah, me too. So tonight, when your head is bursting full of the lines you've been running nonstop, I want you to come to my trailer. Well, the general vicinity of my trailer, really, because we're going to have a party, and I'm offering up my space to host.

There are drinks, there's food, there's some killer music, and guess what? No early calls tomorrow morning. This is the free night they always promise you but you never get, so let's enjoy it.

Oh, and to all my underage colleagues: I'm not going to jail for you. So feel free to come, but if I so much as see you near the non-juice table, I'm booting you out myself.

Chris, I know you're coming. Jenny, Michael, if I have to hunt you down and drag you here by your scripts, you're coming. Everybody should come. We need another dull, quiet night around here like a bullet in our heads.


((OOC: This is Roxanne Ryan, Better known as Roxie, who really likes to just have a good time. She hates having to play a straight laced, linefacey Vulcan all day, and really just wants to let loose after filming, when she can, so damn straight she is taking advantage of this.))