[It's the morning news, and a sandy haired, square jawed newsanchor is babbling about unusual happenings in a certain City district. "Maybe we should call the usual happenings," he jokes, in his chipper newsanchor way. He directs the camera to Trish, their on-site reporter.]
As you can see, Ted-
[And you can see. The reporter is wearing a fuchsia suit, alarming on its own, but behind her appears to be a scene from either a child's picture book or a dentist's nightmare. Streetlamps have been replaced with giant candy canes, bricks with slabs of chocolate, frosting everywhere. If you squint hard, you might be able to recognize the intersection.
Poor Trish struggles to get a few more words out, but is mauled by a pack of ravenous kindergartners, nearly pushing her over in their mad sugar rush. She straightens out her hair and her pencil skirt, finding her footing as the danger passes. But she's run out of time, the crew is motioning for a commercial. She tries her best for a winning smile, looking the camera dead-on.]
And now, back to the studio.
(OOC: Loki won't be replying to this post, but characters are free to react. This is just to let y'all know that
candy plot is go.)