The Apartment Above the Boards, Sunday Evening

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What was the point of informing all of his Glacian war cohorts that they were staying at his apartment if he wasn't going to actually entertain them? Jono very rarely did anything that even remotely resembled 'having a social life,' or even 'entertaining company,' but when he had Momoko, Dinah, Raven, Karla, and Warren all staying under his roof,

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"Pizzzza," Dinah said appreciatively. And not at all zombie-like. "Thank you, Jono... Can Joni have some of my pepperoni?"

What, she was giving Dinah the eyes, she was supposed to resist that?

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"Some," Jono decided, glancing Dinah's way and smirking a little. "Feed her too much, she's liable to get fat. And since she's so small in the first place, really, that'll just amount to me being the proud owner of a little furry bowling ball."

Joni seemed to be okay with this possibility, of course.

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Dinah picked off two pepperoni for the cat, grinning, and said to Joni, "Would you enjoy being rolled down the streets? I think you would. Or is Jono slandering you?" She TK'd a napkin and a drink to herself, and settled into the cushions comfortably. "Okay, I haven't seen either of the Fence movies, but I hear there's a ritual with a rake?"

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"Something about raking a pentagram into the leaves or something," Jono replied, waving a hand vaguely. "I'm usually laughing too hard by the ridiculous attempts at creating believable gore to really pay much attention to that part."

Jono could handle gore. Blow your insides out through your chest a few times and see how squeamish you got when faced with it.

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Dinah bestowed the scritches required on Joni, before the kitten wandered off to nuzzle at Raven.

"Are we talking ketchup, or colored syrup?" Dinah grinned a little. "Tony used to critique the hell out of horror movies when we'd watch them. But working on the Raymond Dark series would do that."

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"Really, this one was released in the nineties. The blood here is 'nondescript black goo.'"

Altogether too thick to be remotely believable. Or even really recognizable as blood.

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Dinah cackled in anticipation. "Yaaaaay. Anything that's not realistic..." Because realistic, she'd had way too much of. "I am gonna object if the blond girl is killed early though. There's always a blond girl."

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"Really, I think it all depends on whether the blonde girl is a virgin or not. That's always the deciding factor in most of these films, I've found."

The musicians always died around the same time as the non-virgin blondes, too. Wasn't that the case?

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Possibly because musicians were often responsible for the state of non-virginity?

"Which is so unfair. How often in real life is anyone going to know if you are or not? This is why I love Wendy the Werewolf Stalker. Even if her first morning-after sucked."

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Well, maybe if they'd stop having sex outside when there was a known killer on the loose...

"Never was much of a fan," Jono admitted, shrugging. "I had bigger concerns around the time it was on the air, really."

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Dinah floated another slice of pizza toward him, since unlike back then, he could now eat it.

"It's been a while for me... but 'tis the creepy season. Maybe I'll watch some again. It's fun to watch things where you know how they'll come out." She nodded to the TV. "Like this, where I assume the fence is eventually demolished, only to rise again in The Fencening."

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Jono smirked a little and nodded his thanks as he plucked the pizza slice out of the air.

"Seems to be a fair assumption," he decided. "After all, these things do have to leave themselves open for sequels, in case the franchise actually turns out to be popular, somehow."

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Dinah snickered. "However unlikely that is... are there Halloween parties going on again this week here? Any chance people will turn into their costumes again?"

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"There are a few parties that have been advertised, I think," Jono replied, thoughtfully. "Haven't been paying much attention, admittedly. Shame on me, too. Halloween is my favourite holiday."

Really, the only one that mattered, if you asked Jono.

"I'm going to steer clear from dressing up this year, I think. Not in the mood to spend my Halloween as someone or something else again."

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"I missed that one. Heard about it afterward, I think I was in Gotham, pretending to be the New Gotham Good Fairy.... what did you end up turning into?" Dinah took a long sip of her drink, kicking her feet up on the couch.

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"Meat Loaf," Jonothon grumbled, looking up at the ceiling and blushing faintly. "Complete with saxophone and lobotomy scar."

Because he'd always been a bit of a Petey Sci-Fi fan, so sue him.