[There are reasons why necromancers don't get drunk or do drugs. The following is a very good reason for why.

It's been a year since Theo has been in the City. A year, give or a take that week he went home for two years and came back. And it's been three years since he discovered he had an older brother. An older brother who was a god of the undead and causing his fan girls (and boys) to commit ritual murders in an attempt to repower their father and himself. It ended up with Los Angeles suffering a good sized earthquake, a zombie invasion and the traffic jam from hell.

Needless to say that he's really not liking October.

Which is why

this is happening at Lucky's:



Theo, himself, is doing the singing. He's got his feet up on the stage and is making the skeletons dance like he's conducting an orchestra. No one knows where he's gotten the skeletons. It's probably best not to ask.

But the scary thing is.. really... when you think about it... is that he's doing this... everything coordinated ... while drunk. ]


[Edit]

[After Meyer's conversation there is now a congo line of skeletons prancing about the streets.]

[Despite all the shenanigans that have been going on for the past few days, Cyrus manages not to look or sound all that perturbed when he makes the post. For now, at least.]

Now, I realize I've not been here more than a week, but I think I've got the long and short of this place well figured out: curses and disappearances, colored coins and all that. But there's one thing I can't quite manage to ascertain on my own.

[The camera swivels around to show a cursed candy kid steadfastly destroying a piece of furniture in the corner.]

These candy creatures — at least, I'm assumin' that is indeed candy — are they actually edible, or would I be better off to just destroy it and move on?

[Jimmy hasn't been around much in the last couple of days. There's a good reason for that, a damn good one, and he's about to make it known. He looks tired, worn down, maybe even a little sick as he turns the communicator towards himself to begin recording.]

I died.

[No preamble, no explanation for the moment.]

I died, 'n I don't know what to think about it. I don't know whether I could've done anythin' to stop it. I don't know why the hell I had to come back to life.

[He rests his chin on his hand, sighing.]

All I know is I could sure use someone to talk to right about now. Or drink with. I ain't picky.