[Loki, carrying a cute stuffed goat under each arm, is walking down the street. His Stark phone is filming as he broadcasts, it must be floating in front of him somehow. He smiles winsomely.]

Rather like ants in a farm, isn't it? All of you trapped in this city, crawling over each other in fear and panic. Grasping for contact with others just to connect. To try and find some semblance of control in a situation you have no power to save yourself from.

[He stops and turns around, placing the stuffed goats on the sidewalk, each one, then turning to face the camera.]

The thing about ant farms, someone's always out there to give them a shake and see what happens. [A gleam in those green eyes, the glitter of horns on his crown instead of feathers.

In a breath, a heartbeat, those stuffed goats are alive, growing, grown. Larger than tanks with sharp hooves, breaking and churning the concrete in rageful pawing. Red eyes. Sharp teeth. Loki just smiles.]

Start scrambling.

[OOC: Joint log with Luke to go up later if anyone wants to be confronted by Gods on Goats.]

Whining. Ticking. Day in. Day out.

It's been suggested that the City clock is a power-source. The Carousel -- the 'heart' of the City -- is situated above the Clock. It rotates in time to the Clock's ticking. The apartment buildings form a clock-shape. Curses range from 24 to 48 hours. City dead are revived within 24 hours. The patterns are obvious. But do they mean anything?

Unlikely.

Perhaps the Clock serves no purpose but an exercise of repetition. The Citizens have certainly perfected it. Curses strike. They whine. Curses end. They whine. They blame the 'Deities' for their predicament. They idiotically make them seem more powerful than they are. Except there's no one to blame. It's whining for whining's sake. Existence, in case you haven't realized, is unpredictable. Things change rapidly. People die. They fight. They betray. No one has control over anything.

The City is no different.

Whining will do nothing to change that. Nor will playing the hero out to *fix* everything. Suffering -- cursed or uncursed -- is nothing new.

Either grow up, or shut up.

[ OOC: Obviously, the post is a double-edged sword. Hei is being a troll  gauging other peoples' responses. Welcome to the mind of a heartless bastard Contractor. Post is anonymous and untraceable. ]