018 Crazy like a Fox [Accidental video]
[The feed clicks on to reveal Polly's suite. Like any suite, it's nice--very nice. The room is spacious, the furniture is luxurious, and there's a holographic window of her very own. The scene it's programmed to show is of one of the gardens that can be found on the Thor. For some reason, it appears to be raining, despite the garden being indoors. There is a shelf containing a pair of sentient sunflowers (singing softly) a starfruit plant, a tray of nervous-looking mushrooms, and among them a glass flower, so that it won't feel lonely. There are some weapons mounted on the wall--a katana and several kunai. There's a teapot and a half-finished cup of tea on one table, on the center of which sits a snow globe with a little house and a tree. In a corner, above one of many many bookshelves, a rather enormous blue tarantula seems to have set up housekeeping, and the girl has hung a few wind chimes and brightly-colored ornaments from the ceiling there, to help the spider--who had briefly been owned by a certain wizard--to feel more at home.]
[However, it's entirely possible that you won't notice any of this.]
[Because...]
[...the suite is also full of foxes.]
[Everywhere.]
[Foxes in the living room, foxes in the library, foxes in the kitchen and guest room. There are presently about half a dozen of them peering with blinking golden eyes at the screen. Looking at you.]
[Yes, you. How are you, today?]
[Off camera, a door opens, though its cheery greeting is somewhat marred when the person entering gasps. There is a patter of running feet, and a small, pale hand shoots in front of the screen to block it, while the other fumbles to turn the Guide off.]
[Feed terminated.]
[However, it's entirely possible that you won't notice any of this.]
[Because...]
[...the suite is also full of foxes.]
[Everywhere.]
[Foxes in the living room, foxes in the library, foxes in the kitchen and guest room. There are presently about half a dozen of them peering with blinking golden eyes at the screen. Looking at you.]
[Yes, you. How are you, today?]
[Off camera, a door opens, though its cheery greeting is somewhat marred when the person entering gasps. There is a patter of running feet, and a small, pale hand shoots in front of the screen to block it, while the other fumbles to turn the Guide off.]
[Feed terminated.]