Merriment 25, late morning [video. ish.]

[morganizedchaos]

[The video starts out normally enough - Ghost is using the ICP in his cabin, and leaning forward in a way that clearly indicates that he's a bit Unhappy about something. The effect is slightly ruined, however, by the giant fluffy black cat who is currently in his lap and occasionally butts her head up into the frame to demand attention.

However, for those who haven't seen Ghost on video before, there's something interesting going on the lower half of the screen - a smartphone is held up in front of the camera, landscape orientation, mostly blocking out the cat, by some amount of telekinesis. And rather than speaking aloud, or what passes for 'aloud' for him, Ghost is just putting text onto the smartphone's screen, giving the impression of subtitles to those who are familair with them. The words appear very quickly, with a pause after each sentence to allow slower readers to catch up before the words scroll away up the screen.

Take that, lack of text posts on the ICPs. You can't stop him now.]

So. Got a bit of a favor to ask. For the new folks, hey, name's Ghost, resident weird alien hybrid speaking, nice to meet you, yes I am mute, don't make a thing out of it.

Some of you probably noticed on our 'vacation' that I was limited to kiddie pool level activities and adult supervision. Technically speaking, I'm the youngest person on the train. In every functional way, I'm thirty, but apparently that's not how the train counts things.

So if a bunch of people could drop messages on the train feedback encouraging her to reevaluate the way she decides who's an adult and who's a child before the next time we have some kind of age-restricted activity, I'd appreciate it. I don't even care about not having access to the train's booze stash, but having a bunch of resort workers descend on me like I was an actual lost child was kind of a pain in the ass.

[There's a pause, mostly because the cat reaches up to paw at Ghost's chin and distracts him. Given that he's not a big guy and she is a very large cat, the effect is fairly comical.]

Thanks, Rory, love you too.

Comments

[securityconsultant]

[make i- actually, don't, we're retracting that dare right now.]

Why do you even care about the kiddie pool?

[morganizedchaos]

Would YOU want a bunch of vaguely concerned adults following you around while you're just trying to live your normal, maturity-appropriate life?

[Trick question he already knows the answer there.]

[securityconsultant]

That's not what I meant.

What did you even want to do that you couldn't?

[morganizedchaos]

That's kind of my main objection, though. It's not about what I might or might not do, it's about having the ability to decide that for myself.

[Ghost pauses, frowns at the camera/Rin, and glances down to give Rory a scritch.]

It's insulting to be treated like a child and have my agency taken away like one. That's what I'm pissed about, really.

...That said, the answer was 'spend almost every one of the resort coins the train gave on chocolate' which was understandably frowned-upon from a 'child' and I had to get one of the other passengers play 'supervising' adult, so.

[securityconsultant]

[-okay, that's actually something it can understand. Up to a point. As usual, the camera is pointed away from its face so it can't be seen; one can hear, however, the dubious sound it makes regarding, er, chocolate]

You're kidding.

[morganizedchaos]

[Yeah well he has normal human-range functionality for both his taste buds and his digestive track, so sue him.]

I am as serious as it is possible to be. It's not like we have a lot of chances to get anything better than cheap grocery-store-candy-bar tier.

[Most of it is stashed in his combat locker. It's not like he's got weapons in there at the moment.]

You can ask Siebren, he's the one who 'supervised.'

[securityconsultant]

Not all of us eat. [Or do you want to hear about how it has to store food in a lung until it forces it back up.]