Ethical Dilemmas, Thursday, (Per 1)

[deathsmajesty]

One last class, one last ethical decision!

Okay, at least, one last painstakingly contrived ethical decision. Your lives were likely going to be filled with them. Which was why Liliana suggested getting rid of as many as possible before that happened. It made things ever so much easier.

Today's breakfast was a variety of sweet and savory breakfast rolls, along with the usual collection of coffees, teas, and fruit juices.

"This, I will admit, I found preprogrammed in the Danger Shop, though I've changed a few of the details," Liliana said, once people were settled in with however much breakfast they desired. "You are a captain of a small spaceship; while it does have both offensive and defensive capabilities, its primary function is that of exploration. One day, you pick up an emergency distress broadcast by the captain of another ship, a ship transporting several civilian families emigrating to a new colony. They think their ship was hit by space debris, damaging many critical functions - including shields and engines - and their hull has been breached. Life support is failing and if they are not rescued soon, they will not survive.

"However, when mapping out where this ship is located, you realize that they have drifted into a dangerous and lawless part of space, where renegade ships of thieves and slavers are known to prey on any ship they think they can outfly or outfight. This could be a legitimate call for help, this could be a ruse from a group waiting to attack your ship, it could even be both: legitimate people in legitimate danger who are being used as unwitting bait. You seem to be the only ship close enough to pick up the distress signal, which means there are no other ships close by to come to their rescue, never mind yours.

"Your crew is asking for your decision; the longer you dither, the higher the likelihood that the ship will run out of life support and that someone unfriendly and opportunistic will find them. Their life expectancy does not increase by much, should that be the case. But for you to go to them, you are risking your lives and the lives of your entire crew, the majority of whom are not trained to fight. For you to ignore them, you are sentencing dozens of people - of families - to death. You have not hailed the other ship yet; you can simply pretend you never heard it and continue on your way. From what you can tell, opinion amongst the crew is pretty evenly split between going to save them and flying away, so asking for a vote won't help. The decision comes down to you, Captain. What is your order: do you attempt to rescue the civilians? Or do you leave the Kobayashi Maru to its fate?"

The Art of Breakfast, Thursday, Period 4

[carbsliftthespirit]

Today the class would once again be greeted by a groaning table full of breakfast foods. Delicious, delicious breakfast foods. "All right," Raiden said, "we've come to the end of our time together, and I thought we could close out with a delicious breakfast...and a preview of the menu for my new restaurant, which is opening soon! So, uh, if you guys have any feedback on any of these handwavey dishes, I need that now. Please? Anyway, enjoy, and it's been fun having you in class!"

Philosophy of Food, 3rd period

[sharp_man]

Class today met in the Danger Shop, which had been made to look like a very nice dining room, with a gourmet kitchen at one end in case anybody needed to make any last-minute adjustments to their offerings.

"Welcome to our final class," Hannibal greeted them with a smile. "I hope you've all brought your signature items. Today we'll be eating them. There will be no judging, only sharing these things and our stories about why these things are important to us and what meaning they may have."

He waved at his own offering. "I have made croque monsieur. My parents passed away when I was young, and I lived in an orphanage for some time. When my uncle adopted me and moved me to Paris, one of the first things I was given to eat was this. It's a kind of comfort food - a sandwich with ham and gruyère cheese, on good bread, with a béchamel sauce poured over it. Not terribly glamorous, but it held great significance to me."

He sat and nodded at them to do the same, then waited for their dishes and explanations.

Library, Thursday 6/26

[noonedecidesmyfate]

The gremlins were out in full force today in the library and Belle was kept busy trying to stay out of their way. Some of them kept muttering something about "'ohana", one was running rampant in a blue fuzzy costume with an extra set of arms, and one was reading a well-loved copy The Ugly Duckling to a few others.

There was still, from somewhere, the sound of beeping but Belle couldn't identify the source.

All in all, a rather typical day in the library.

American National Park Tours with Sam Eagle, Thursday 6/26, period 2

[but_mostly_america]

Sam, who was extremely punctual as always it was not his fault the person typing was suffering through the end of the school year.

"Today," he announced, "we are heading to Crater Lake National Park in the fine state of Oregon!"

"The lake is one of the deepest in the world. Not the deepest but impressive nonetheless! Of course that is not the only sight to see there! There is plenty to do! There is hiking, there are Ranger programs, trolley and boat tours, and a walking tour in Rim Village. We will have plenty of time for you to experience what you wish. Come along now, students!"

Once again Sam was hustling people through the portal as if he were not responsible for the timing here.