Practical Philosophy, Monday

[endsthegame]

They were back out on the lawn today - the weather and the past few days being what they were. Ender had set up a parasol, though, for anyone who wanted to escape the sunlight and sit in the shade.

"I've been catching up on radio," he said. "For anyone who got caught in last weekend's mess: I'm sorry. I know that doesn't mean much coming from me, but it warrants saying."

He settled down on the grass. "I'm not giving you any particular question to chew on this week," he said. "This weekend sounds like it's been a staggering exercise in denying consent; if you want to talk about that and your experiences, the floor is open. If you don't want to, I understand."

"I also realize not all of you might have gotten caught up in this," he added. "Talk about staying indoors and commiserating, talk about leaving the island, talk about not caring very much. Talk about something that mattered to you last week, even--" he glanced towards Cade, "... if it was just what you had for dinner. The floor is open."

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Re: Talk.

[myownface]

"Eh, I'll get over it," Sparkle replied. "I mean, there are worse fates than spending another fucked-up Fandom Island weekend not noticing anything weird. And my little sib paid me a visit yesterday, so that wasn't too bad, anyhow."

It broke up the tedium a bit.

Re: Talk.

[endsthegame]

"Good conversation?" Ender guessed.

Re: Talk.

[myownface]

"Didn't suck," Sparkle agreed, shrugging. "He hasn't seen Baltimore yet, so I'm gonna show him the sights. Maybe with less getting in shit than my usual. Because I'm considerate."

Yes. That was why.