[Anywhere Cassel could conceivably be underfoot, he absolutely is. Trying to get something done in the infirmary? He's standing right by your leg, staring up at you and hoping for a snack. Trying to get into the Enclosure? Here he is already, trying to pick the lock with his teeny-tiny fingers. Trying to go to the bathroom? He's waiting by the door.]

[Find him anywhere and everywhere that's least convenient and most annoying.]

video

[As soon as Cassel figures out how to use the camera on this thing, he starts recording and broadcasting everything even remotely interesting to the network. For example, he finds a nice flower in the greenhouse and broadcasts that. He likes Barbara's shoes, records those, shows everybody.]

[But his penultimate broadcast is when he finds his Christmas sweater. His communicator is balanced at the edge of his desk in his room, while he holds the sweater up above his head, stretched out on tiptoes so it doesn't brush the floor.]

It's too big! [He is so angry about this. He wants to wear it right now.]


( ooc; replies coming from brothermayi! )

[Video clicks on: Cassel looks decidedly calm, leaned back against the white wall of his bedroom. Which he's not, but he's been thinking about this for a while - especially after fourth wall day - and he wants to pick people's brains.]

I never finished high school. This is not a political science lesson. Don't call me on my basic misunderstanding of the democratic process. I just have some questions.

Where I come from, people who can do [the briefest of pauses] magic are illegal. Or - performing it's illegal. And it has been for a hell of a long time. The problem is that you don't know if you can do it or not until it manifests, all by itself. You don't know if you can do it until you've already done it, by which time you're already a criminal. Surprise!

I don't know the order of history where you people are from. But for us, these laws have been in place for, like, a hundred years. Which is when things started getting bad. Some big-deal government asshole in a suit and tie tells you you're a criminal for doing something you can't help doing, I guess you just think: sure. Why not. I'll be a criminal.

Explain the point of this to me, somebody. Do people really not think this shit through? Maybe people just really want to have a bad guy. I'm okay with that answer. [He kind of believes it himself.] I'd just really like to take a survey, since nobody's asked a moral question for 0.5 seconds and I haven't had the pleasure.

[He goes to switch off the feed, and then remembers something.]

Oh, and if anybody else has similar crap to share, yadda yadda. We're building an environment of mutual un-der-stan-ding on this cruise. [Eyeroll, and feed cut.]

filter | kon + charles

I'd like to get started on this memory thing. Whenever you both have time. Kon said it was cool but he wants to sit in.

private | zane

You know that feeling like you're about to do something incredibly stupid? I have that. [He's so pissed B(]