Practical Philosophy, Thursday

[endsthegame]

Don't... don't ask how that TV and VCR - who even owned VCRs anymore? - had gotten out on the lawn. Or why it was working.

Or why it was displaying nothing but a tape of a puppet show in a foreign language about a puppet getting arrested, being released, and killing a dragon to prove his worth to the community.

Stickered to the TV was one of those old sticker tapes with letters printed on it: Remember, the first rule of Practical Philosophy class is we don't ask questions!

Ender was nowhere to be found.

Retro Recipies: BANANAS ARE NICE [08/15].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, this was a little...troubling. Summer's class was already pretty wee-tiny, and through various circumstances (one, at least, she knew was thankfully not because of this wonderful, wonderful week), it was now literally as small as it could possibly one.

One student.

She had one student today, and that student was a robotic plush panther.

This was even a little much for her, and that said a lot, but, dammit, they were supposed to keep on acting normal, and so Summer was going to forge forward for appearances' sake, all the same.

"Well, today," she said, "I have some yellow banana scented Play-Doh, and we're going to make banana spaghetti. It's super easy and really fun, you just put the Play-Doh into the pasta maker, press down, and voila! That's all there is to it, and then you can go ahead and add whatever you like to it by...er..." She looked a moment at Shuri's paws. "Well, you'd normally shape the dough into whatever you want to add to your spaghetti, but...well....

"I don't know. Let's just make noodles, I guess."

Abridged Sex Ed, Thursday, Period Three

[wrongkindofsith]

Neither Cara or Magnus were present today. Instead there was a not at all terrifying baby doll at the front of the class."Your teachers were bad toys who wanted you to know bad things."

"Bad, not Fun things," another terrifying doll said. "We don't want that now, do we?"

For plump little dolls, they sure were threatening.

It was the eyes, the soulless, empty eyes. "You only want to know Good, Fun things. Like the best places to find babies."

So you could avoid them, if the babies were anything like these dolls.

"Like cabbage patches," the other doll chimed in with a horrible sing-song. "All good toys come from there."

"Good toys that want a mommy and daddy like one of you." Please note that they specified one mommy and one daddy. No non-traditional non-nuclear familial structures here! Those weren't good!

Mmm. Hereronornativity. Just what the weird, toy fascism ordered.

"So, today we're going to talk about things that make us happy." And only those things. "Playing dress up and destroying those who seek to topple the system make me happy," one doll said with a giggle.

"Tea parties and the noises the junkyard makes when there are bad toys inside make me happy," agreed the other.

Yay? Fun?

"Now it's your turn to share!"

Remember not to say anything that a bad toy might!