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[wrathfulkhan]

[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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[wrathfulkhan]

Yeah, no, I just--

I'm not used to people walking up to me and saying we're friends now.

[He's really not.]

I'm not even sure Loki knows how...anyway, come on in, and please, try and dodge the flaming furniture.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Sounds like people are losing out.

And before we go in there, just to make sure: do you have a fire extinguisher or anything?

[wrathfulkhan]

No, I don't. Got lots of snow, though, which seems to be doing the trick so far.

[Losing out??? With him??? May clearly doesn't know him very well, and for that he's glad.]

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[You say that now, but if she knew she'd just try harder.]

Well, I hope it keeps working.

[And into the fray? The fire? The hot burning desire of an evil dog to conquer everything with flame? Yeah, that.]

[wrathfulkhan]

You and me both.

[Aaaannddd things are aflame. Thori is happily rolling around in the melting snow.]

[daughteroftheoriginal]

This looks way worse in person.

[She's beginning to regret saying she'd come over, because now that May thinks about it, she has no idea what to do in case of anything on fire that's bigger than an oven mitt except get everyone out of the building.]

Okay- I have no idea what to do next.

[wrathfulkhan]

Oh good, [Gene says, far too calmly,] neither do I.

[He actually does have an idea, and rips some singed curtains down from the wall. He hands one to May.]

Crazy idea. Let's round it up.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[She grabs hold of the curtains handed to her, and looks at Gene, just to make sure.]

The dog?

[wrathfulkhan]

[Gene stares at her, almost as if he's questioning his choice of assistant hellhound-wranglers.]

Yes. The dog.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[Considering that there's still stuff on fire she isn't sure what his priorities are, okay?]

Okay, this shouldn't be too hard, right? I mean-

Whoa!

[Jet of flame! Bad dog!

And that's also an excellently done front flip to get out of the way on her part.]