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[noblevengeance.livejournal.com]

A brief moment of respite.  A break perhaps, a breather.  A moment of peace from all the recent insanity.  A door way.   A... bar?

Well, that's new. 

Context?  Who needs context on Halloween?  All you need to know is The Rider is inna bar.

Sort of?

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[cursedrider.livejournal.com]

Well SLAP MY CORNCOBBS AND CALL ME DEBRA.

Zarathos is there.

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[noblevengeance.livejournal.com]

There would be eyebrow raising, if there were eyebrows to raise. As it is, one mildly worried looking skeleton simply stares at another.

This is not the first nightmare he's had since Barb's death. It is, however, the first one to not begin with mountains of dead corpses. His subconscious is improving.

"You again?"

[cursedrider.livejournal.com]

Johnny, somewhere in his little hidey-hole realm is COMPLETELY confused.

Zarathos however, is not.

""

The rider actually sounds rather amiable about it. Surprisingly, ""

[noblevengeance.livejournal.com]

Danny's eyes flicker from the flaming skeleton to the random bar, and back again.

Two nights ago, this would have been weird. Amazing how quickly things change.

"Sure?"

Arrived may not be the right word, since he didn't remember traveling anywhere... but the bar thing just happened. So sure.