Applied Ethics B - Friday, Period 4 [20.07.07]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

The Danger Shop again, and again, it looked like a classroom. "Welcome to the second class. No lecture today, just go on through there." Harriet gestured to the door at one end of the room. "You'll find a room with two doors. Once you're in there, pair up and one member of each pair go through a different door." She sipped her tea and smiled benignly. "Go on, off with you. I'll see you when you're done."

Once through the first door, the students would find themselves in a large empty room. White walls, white floors, white ceilings, no furniture, and two doors - one red, one blue. There were also a number of people milling about who watched the students curiously as they entered, paired up, and went through the doors.

After everyone had finished the exercise, they were passed back into the classroom. "Now, wasn't that interesting? That was a little game called the Prisoner's Dilemma, and it's all about making choices - you can cooperate with the other person by remaining silent, or you can defect, by giving evidence against them. Some people argue that the only rational decision is to look out for yourself by talking, however if both people do that, both lose. If each decides to protect the other, both win, which I think everyone would agree would be the best outcome, and if one speaks and the other is silent, the speaker wins and the silent one loses," she looked around the class, "as you just discovered for yourself. You can never be absolutely certain what the other person will choose -- if you choose to be silent, you have to trust they will do the same, and that's not always as easy to do as it is to say."

Harriet came around the front of the desk and handed out some information. "Which you can read or not as you like. Now, what do you all think? Why did you make the choice you did? Would you make the same one again? Would your choice differ depending on your guilt or innocence? What if you'd had a friend, a family member, a loved one, or an enemy as your co-accused? I'd like you to spend the rest of the class in discussion, please." She smiled and once more sat down. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."


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[ooc: ETA: It is up to you whether your character is innocent or guilty of what they are charged with, within the context of the exercise. It's long this week. First thing - please, please do not pair up if you're not going to go through the other two threads - they will be short, probably not demand much interaction beyond a handful of pings - but both members of the pair have to complete the run for either to finish. If you want to go through, and you don't get a partner, don't worry, those NPCs will be happy to pair up with you, but I'd much rather see student pairs! Makes it more fun and saves my brain.

Second thing - going through the doors. The first person in the pair goes through the red, the second through the blue. eg: Jaina pings in to the pair up thread, Alec pings to her. Jaina goes through the red, Alec through the blue. This makes it much easier for me to keep track of the pair's choices. Pick a door! Any door! As long as you each go through a different one!

Third thing - Instructions! Pair up in the first thread - feel free to have a bit of a talk, but you can go ahead and ping them in to the red door or blue door thread once you have a pair. In the 'door' thread, I'll ping you with a link to the next once we're done. Don't ping into it in advance, please, or it won't work!]

[Please hold for OCD's up, music is off! *plays The Rose*]

Comments

Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

It's completely dark on the other side of that door.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[solo_sword]

While Namine took the blue door, Jaina took the red.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

And walked into a jail cell, with a traditional English bobby shutting the door behind her with a clang.

"Such a shame when a nice young lady goes bad," he said, shaking his head. "Robbing a bank? What could you have been thinking of."

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[solo_sword]

"I guess I wasn't, considering I didn't do it," Jaina said, going with it.

She was almost tempted to pull the Do you know who I am? bit just to say she'd done it once, but she wasn't going to mess up a class activity for that.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Yes, they all say that," he told her sternly. "Well you can explain it to the prosecutor." He started to walk off, and called over his shoulder, "But your time would be better spent listening to what he has to offer."

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[solo_sword]

"Better stop talking and fetch him then," she replied.

Maybe she'd been kidnapped too many times. She was getting mouthy in her old age.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Some time later a tall man in a wig arrived, glowering a little. It's possible the bobby had filled him in on their prisoner. "Well, young lady, you appear to have gotten yourself in a bit of a pickle. Luckily, it just so happens I might be able to help you out of it."

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone practically skipped through the red door, singing some nonsense song to herself.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

And was greeted with a chuckle as the bobby shut the cell door behind her. "I must say, most people aren't so cheery about being arrested."

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Arrested?" Anemone tipped her head to the side and studied the man in the uniform. Obviously military or police...and Anemone had a lifetime of experience with the military. When in doubt, be herself. The cute self, not the crazy self.

She tugged one strand of hair and looked at him absently. "Why am I being arrested?"

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

He shuffled one foot. The poor bobby really had no defence against cuteness. "Why, for robbing the First Bank of Fandom, miss," he stammered. "With a Mr Marco."

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[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone blinked. When reality failed to magically re-assert itself, she began giggling. "Mister Policeman sir, I promise I didn't steal your money. I stole a boy's heart once, but it was consentual, I promise."

She sat down on the floor and beamed brightly at the poor bobby. "As for Mr Marco...I've only known him two weeks or so, but I doubt he could tie his shoes, let alone rob a bank. Is there someone I can speak with to clear this up? I really don't want to take up your time like this."

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Bobbies don't flail. It goes against their inherent British stoicism. This one, however, was coming very close. "I'll, ah, I'll just go and get the prosecutor, miss. You just stay here. He won't be long."

His hurrying away might look a bit like fleeing.

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[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will took a deep breath before stepping through the red door.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

A door clanged behind her, shutting her into the jail cell. "Why do you young ladies carry on so? I don't know, falling into bad company, dragged into committing crimes, robbing banks." The English bobby tsked. "Such a shame."

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will frowned slightly as she heard what crime the bobby charged her with. At least it was an exciting one; not just anybody could pull off a bank robbery.

She stared back at the police officer and kept her mouth shut.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Nothing to say, then?" He almost looked disappointed. "You're going to have to say something eventually. Robbing the First Bank of Fandom is going to require some explanation."

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will shook her head she didn't have anything to say about it. She wasn't going to admit to something she hadn't done, and she wasn't going to sell out Qui-Gon either.

"Maybe a wizard did it (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AWizardDidIt)," she offered sarcastically.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"A wizard..." He scowled. "Insanity pleas don't go down well here," he advised. "But you can try it out on the prosecutor." He headed away down the corridor. "But you'd be better off listening to what he has to say."

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[turtle-toughguy.livejournal.com]

Raph headed for the red door, cautious as he headed into the blackness. He didn't like heading in blind, but with no other choice he just stayed alert and ready for anything.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Hopefully he wouldn't be too surprised at suddenly finding himself in a jail cell.

It was more than could be said for the English bobby who was swinging the door shut behind him. Turtle. Giant turtle. Luckily British stoicism came into play. "Have to wonder what you were thinking, young...man. Robbing a bank, you were probably going to be noticed."

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[turtle-toughguy.livejournal.com]

Raph whirled on the closing door. "What the-? Robbing a bank!?" he barked. "I wouldn-- I! Ooohh~!" He made an exasperated noise and gritted his teeth (yes, teeth, despite having a beak? Soft beak? Whatever). "I stop robberies, I don't start 'em!"

It was a classroom exercise, yes, but being accused of things he hadn't done really got under his shell.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Easy, easy," he said and held up a hand. "Carrying on isn't going to do you any good at all. Though that's one of the best excuses I've ever heard!" He backed a few steps away from the cell, started to walk away. "No point in trying it on me, though. Save it for the prosecutor, and you'd be smart to listen to him."

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[turtle-toughguy.livejournal.com]

"I didn't. Do. Anything." Raph growled softly and glared a long, silent moment before finaly starting to pace. The thought of being prosecuted was even more annoying than just being stuck in a jail cell.

Re: Red Door [AEB]

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

A short time later a tall man in a wig came walking down to the cell, peering at the file in his hands. He looked up and stopped dead.

His brain really wanted to say: 'You seem to be a turtle', but he managed to control it. "You seem to be in a bit of trouble young man." You're a turtle. "Luckily I may be just the person to help you get out of it."