Tu Shanshu

All right. By now we've all heard about the new Guild structure, and how if we don't choose a kedan-operated Guild, we'll be sent into the Foreigners Guild by default. Thanks to Sonja for bringing up some options about how to handle the Foreigners Guild structure. [He nods a little in acknowledgment.]

How many of us are going to choose to integrate into the structure of the city proper? I'm strongly considering it, and I think the rest of us should, too. Of course, the Foreigners Guild is important as well, but we won't get anywhere if we stay insular. We're a part of the city, for better or worse, until the spell that's holding us here dissolves, if it ever does. We may as well make nice with our gracious hosts.

[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?!

[Here, turtlefolk, have a teenage boy who is still a little bit zonked from landing on his ass in the palace. There is a Chinese dragon on his shirt, if anyone's at all interested in dragons. From what can be seen, his suite looks like it's in mild disarray; he got angry enough to break a couple things once he was alone and did not do such a good job cleaning it up from the camera's view. He looks mildly upset.]

I-- I don't understand why I'm here, I--

They gave me this place, they told me I have to work...I'm not really trapped, am I? I can't be. This doesn't make sense.

[He stops talking half-to himself and focuses his attention on the camera again.]

I guess I have to work under the assumption that this is all real, until proven otherwise. Even if I'm still not entirely sure what's going on.

Anyone care to enlighten me? The...kedan...weren't all that helpful.