un: sieglindesullivan / video

[grunehexe]

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

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[evantuality]

[It's not like he forgets she's young. It'd be impossible: she's tiny, for one. But now and then he forgets, maybe, that she's not remarkably mature in very attitude.]

Secret or not, they might not appreciate being broadcast to a wider audience.

Or recorded, for that matter! Posterity or not. Sieg, it's just -- rude.

[grunehexe]

[She would argue that she is totally mature... she just. Has been specifically raised to disregard things that prevent her from doing what she wants to.

Po-tae-toe, po-tah-toh.]

I fail to see how. I could hardly expect privacy if I chose to do such a display in front of other people. People don't ask before looking at other people.

[evantuality]

Yeah, but, I mean -- [Evan groans. How the hell do you explain these kind of consent issues to, well, not only a twelve-year-old but a twelve-year-old with weird boundaries?]

Look, you don't have this kind of recording technology when and where you're from, right? [That seems a fair assumption to him.] Well, we've got it everywhere where and when I'm from. It's just, it's a courtesy thing, alright? Generally you know who's watching you when you're doing something in person, right? But I mean, who knows what someone's going to do with a recording they take of you?

Not that you're going to do anything nefarious, [he thinks, he's pretty sure,] but I mean, everyone deserves to determine who exactly they're performing for themselves.

[grunehexe]

[Twelve-year-old with weird boundaries is her middle name.]

What is it you propose be done with this sort of recording that is... nefarious?

[evantuality]

[The look Evan gives her then says much more than he's willing to with words. That's a look of exasperation and suspicion, kiddo.]

I know you have a very good imagination.

[grunehexe]

[Unfortunately for him, the look she shoots back is one that makes clear she isn't going to get it unless it's in words.

... Maybe.]

And that is a bad thing... ?

[evantuality]

[Oh he is way, way too close to having to explain the concept of porn to Sieglinde. This is not a position he ever imagined himself in, much less wanted to be in.

He takes one more swing.]

Look. I get that this... [he sweeps a gesture at the sweaty, grunting business going on right by them] that this is a show. But the players in that show have a right to dictate who sees that show, because it's their show, right?

[grunehexe]

[Porn and copyright laws.]

You cannot own something without substance, Evan.

[Don't be silly???]

[evantuality]

A couple hundred years of intellectual property rights law would beg to differ. Not to mention patent law.

[But for once Evan isn't into arguing semantics.]

This isn't really about that, though, this is -- this is about consent. You didn't ask to film them, much less to share it on an open network! This, this is something that has been addressed in my time and place, and filming someone else's body and then sharing it is -- well, it's their body, not yours to share, and it's generally seen as anywhere from in bad taste to do so, to downright illegal. Depending on the intent. And, uh, the intended viewer....

[How does he talk about things like upskirt camera laws without, like, actually talking about upskirt camera shots? UGH.]

[grunehexe]

[Yeah.......... what laws? Not ones recognized by the German princedoms of the fifteenth century, at least.

Her facial expression likely betrays how weird she's finding this conversation- but she is... trying...]

Well then I shall ask them later- I can hardly see them refusing.

[evantuality]

[Evan huffs relief, feeling like he's dodged a bullet.]

Really, that's all a reasonable person could ask.