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[Gene turns on the feed and is about to speak. He opens his mouth to say something, and then, quite suddenly - there is a large amount of snow coating his hair. And half the inside of his suite. Among the snow is a vast collection of random junk, including some Angry Birds robots and other things people may recognize as once belonging to an absentee trickster god.

Also there's a bloodhound. A bloodhound which is rolling around in the snow and saying indistinct things about entrails and murder. Standard stuff, really, for a bloodhound.

Gene closes his mouth, whatever he was about to say forgotten in the wake of this new fuckery. He looks back, taking in the scene behind him for a good five seconds, and turns back to the camera, his face a mask of utter, dangerous calm.]

Loki...

[He takes a deep breath. The mask of calm shatters when he yells:]

...what the fuck?!

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[ Completely and utterly nonplussed: ]

Your dog is talking.

[ That just seems like the thing to mention. ]

[Wow, who's Captain fucking Obvious over here? Normally, Gene might be a little more charitable, but he's just had about a foot of snow dumped on his head, and that could chill even a Fire Sector suite.]

It's not my dog!

In that case, it's just unreasonable. [ A brief pause. ] Since it's not yours, does it matter that it's on fire?

[ Or, rather, apparently breathing fire? ]

Oh, what the hell--

[Gene turns around to find Thori deciding to add his own interior decorating touch to the place. Namely, by setting a chair on fire.] No, no, no no no! Bad hellbeast!

[That's it. He is so gonna kick Loki's ass for this. Being friendly with a trickster god was a huge pain.]

[ It takes a lot to throw Annie off of her almost perpetually stoic game, but...

Seriously, she's watching a dog growl obscenities at some guy after having lit a chair on fire. Is this how local hounds were, maybe? She's not sure, but she's glad she's never had the urge to own one. She doesn't bother saying anything this time, just watching. ]

[A minute or two later, Thori has gotten bored of setting things on fire only to have them extinguished by snow, and is now beginning to worry at the charred leg of the chair. Gene has returned to sitting in his own chair, staring blankly at the camera.]

It looks like it's stopped doing that, for now, [he says, far too calmly.]

Ah, yeah... it did.

[ She's increasingly impressed by this dog. ]

I'd say muzzle it, but it might not appreciate the effort.

No...it probably wouldn't. Who knows, maybe it drools acid.

Mm, maybe. And it might be smart enough to plot to murder you in your sleep, too.

[Dry:] Just what I needed.

[ Just as dryly: ] Don't we all?

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I'd prefer for it to kill my enemies in their sleep. Unless that was the point in sending it to me. [No one ever died of being too paranoid, after all.]

Such a thoughtful gift.

If it is, then it'll make it easier to train it to do that to other people instead.

Looking on the bright side.

Mm, I'm an optimist.

[ There is literally no way that she could sound any flatter or deadpan than she does right in this moment. ]

[Hah! You, he likes.]

Oh yes. I can tell, what with that sunny disposition.

[Temujin you are literally the last person to talk. Do not even play.]

It's my girlish nature that does it.

[ If she's amused, she doesn't show it.

She is, and she ends the communication there. Enjoy the dog. ]

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