At the corner of Oblivion
The Oblivion Bar was a place where mystical types from all corners of time and space could gather freely, without the need to antagonize each other and compete in their usual frays of Order vs. Chaos, or good vs. evil.
Even Victoria Craft herself was known to occasionally go there and enjoy a small, fruity drink with an umbrella in it. Especially on the days immediately following the children's return from a vacation.
But angels rubbed shoulders with demons who rubbed shoulders with cowboy ghosts who rubbed shoulders with talking chimps who rubbed shoulders with Fifth Dimensional Imps.
But what Victoria Craft noticed tonight, as she led Salome and Mina to a back table, was the notable absence of anyone whose powers specifically derived from either Order or Chaos.
She sat herself down and spread a map of the United States on the table.
"There has to be some root cause of all this..."
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