Library, Friday (12/18)

[wildandbrave]

Nightmares were not, generally speaking, a problem for Cosette. The ones she had had last night, though, must have made up for lost time: herself as a small child again, struggling to carry a heavy bucket of water through the woods at night, surrounded by a cacophony of raucous laughter and angry voices and visions of Madame Thénardier's vicious smile.

Hoping some early morning air would clear her senses, she had gone out for her walk only to have that cut short by having to run from some flying creatures with nasty-looking weapons.

And then -- because she knew this island fairly well by now and it was more than obvious that something was afoot -- she had gone straight to the library. People would likely be coming in to see if they could figure out what was going on, and besides . . . it was safe here, and being around the books was comforting. So she put on some soft, soothing music and got to work brewing some tea for people to have, should they need it.

[OOC: Please hold for BDE OCD. Have at!]

Philosophy of Loss, Friday, Period 2

[living_endless]

"Welcome to our not-a-final," Didi said cheerfully as the class filed in. If she was a bit shaken by the nightmare that had frightened her awake, or by the general air of trouble covering the island that morning, she wasn't showing it. "We're having another discussion. We've talked -- or I've talked, anyhow --- a lot about how death is the one inevitable thing about being alive. It still is, but the way you die isn't inevitable. And today I want to talk about the concept of a 'good' death."

"To some people, that will mean dying at home in your sleep at the age of 95. Somebody else might say dying a hero is the way to go -- running into a burning building, or going down in a blaze of glory during a war. And of course, some people would never die at all, if they had their way. My question is, what makes you think of the way someone's life ends as a good death? If you got to choose, what would you pick?"

"There's a proverb in India. 'When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.' Is that something that you would agree with?"

She gestured to a student at random. "What do you think?"

Teamwork & Tactics, 3rd Period - Friday

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Class today was in a classroom rather thsn the danger shop. And there were cookies.

Purchased cookies because wow no.

"I really hope no one tried to break into a teacher's office after last week," Wash said, sounding tired. "Since no one has yelled at me, I'll assume any attempts were successful and unnoticed. This is that last class of the year, so I brought cookies."

And not just because he hadn't gotten much sleep due to the usual horrific nightmares.

Same old, same old.

"Enjoy and try not to get in trouble."