[ console | video/action ] we get to carry each other

[edgeoftheknife]

[Hello folks, it's your friendly neighborhood gorgeous janitor. Except he's not looking so friendly, today. In fact, he's looking more serious than most people have probably ever seen him, here in Keeliai. When he speaks it's with a gravity that his words normally lack.]

Anton Shudder is no longer in charge of the Midnight Hotel.

I'm taking over.

[There's a pause, while he lets that sink in.]

Since Shudder has proven himself incapable of the running of the Hotel--or indeed, simple things like standing and walking, I find myself forced to keep him confined to a comfortable chair in front of the fire. With tea. And yarn.

He knits, did you know he knits?

[It should be noted that while the tone of the video has become decidedly less serious, Ravel's face has not.]

At any rate, I'll be taking over the day-to-day operations of the Hotel for the time being. Matters such as employment and pay will still go through Anton, obviously. Day-to-day functions should come to me, instead. Any present staff are encouraged to pitch in as you're able--God only knows you don't want me doing the cooking. Not unless the lot of you fancy grilled cheese or cold cereal.

[He pauses]

Was that it? Yes, I think that was it. Er. Carry on.

Comments

[unetrustworthy]

Have you ever been up there?

[He did mention something about space travel--if not colonies--being a reality in his world as well.]

[edgeoftheknife]

What, space? No, not me. Space travel only began about fifty years ago in our dimension. By then I was much too old to entertain dreams about becoming an astronaut.

[unetrustworthy]

[Now, granted, he didn't appear to be as old as he most likely was. But there was more than just that to cause Midii to look momentarily confused.]

Why would age make a difference?

[Space travel...so long as one were aboard a properly equipped ship, anyone (rich) from a young child to an elder could hop aboard.]

[edgeoftheknife]

Well, not just anyone gets to go. You have to be a proper astronaut, young and fit and working for the government and all that--one of the big ones, the US or Russia. By the time space travel came around I'd been a soldier for two hundred years and was working my way into... politics, I guess you'd call it. Not exactly the ideal candidate here.

[unetrustworthy]

[200 years.]

[...he certainly didn't look it.]

I don't know if that's how it worked when Space Travel was first developed, by in my time, anybody with the right amount of money could travel to the colonies and back. It's no different than flying on an airplane...unless they need special training to fly on an airplane where you're from too.