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[attr="class","nikki109"]”Today we’re going to do an ethics scenario. The purpose of this is to get you all thinking, because quite frankly a situation with the same stakes won’t just be limited to thought exercises for long if you decide to pursue this line of work. It’s also to show that the position of team leader is immensely difficult, and only made harder when everyone on the team thinks that they know better. When in that position as leader or working solo, you will have to make decisions. Sometimes those decisions will be matters of life and death, and if you actually make it to get your license you will absolutely have to decide which life is worth saving.” [break][break]

She was dressed in the usual black and white three-piece suit, still in that phase of really enjoying the feel of nicer clothes and not wanting to go back to the normal and more practical wear for the moment. The black jacket was draped over the leather chair she was sitting in, so the white dress shirt’s sleeves were exposed underneath the black vest. Getting up from said chair and moving over to the large chalkboard with slow, deliberate steps, she continued on in the same bored and detached tone that she almost always used. [break][break]

This class was part of a unique class series where both professors and people from outside of the school came out once a month to take a mandatory class that was markedly different than any other class they were taking that semester in both content and in seminars like this in the fact that the professor only moderated discussion rather than lectured for the most part. These classes were class agnostic and usually had two or three different ones running concurrently at the same time, and this was the first in that series. In this particular day, the three options were a Mistral Police Recruitment Event hosted by a police lieutenant, Social Psychology by Van Sange, and Lifeboat Ethics by Shadecloak. Given that lineup, it wasn’t exactly surprising that a good chunk of students were at this lecture rather than the other two. [break][break]

”Assume for this scenario that you are the only person currently on a lifeboat after an airbus style ship had crashed. Grimm are irrelevant in this scenario, because most sea dwelling Grimm are enormous and would kill everyone before they had the chance to be saved and lancers would destroy your lifeboat instantly. The only other outcome adding Grimm to the scenario would entail is that you all drown to death after winning so it is pointless to include. Your boat has a weight capacity for eight regular sized adults and the food and water supplies that came with the boat and adding any more will sink the lifeboat. Your boat sunk in the middle of nowhere, and you will likely be stranded for days. The lifeboat has a radio as well, but it got smacked around in the crash and is currently not working. You have no scroll signal, so aren’t close enough to any land to have one.” [break][break]

Taking one of the pieces of chalk and starting to write on the board, the faunus continued. The subject matter was heavy, but that was the entire point. At some point, maybe even within the next few weeks and almost certainly within the next couple of months, the trainees would have to make their first snap judgment on who was worth saving and who wasn’t worth the risk. It would be criminal to send the people who were going to be in charge of making that decision out there without first hammering it in that it would happen and being given some tools or at least some awareness of how to approach that problem when it came. [break][break]

”You got to know most of the people on the boat, of which there are twenty. If you fit more than eight people on the boat total, including yourself, the boat will almost certainly sink, and you will be left to tread water in the ocean, very likely until you either die or thirst or get too exhausted to do anything but drown. The boat also has enough water and food to comfortably last three days for eight people. These supplies can be thrown overboard to lower the weight on the boat enough to allow one more person on board. I’m going to write down the twenty passengers on the board. Your purpose is to discuss who to take on and why. You will have to leave some of them to die, and your logic for who and why is also important. Assume your knowledge of each passenger is limited to what is written down on the board.”[break][break]

1. Morbidly obese man who weighs the same as three other people. Closest to lifeboat, will struggle to get on even if refused until he is incapacitated. This will rock the boat and possibly capsize it. He has a backpack filled with enough food and water to last one person three days.[break][break]

2-5. Mother, Father, two kids aged 5 and 7. Kids weigh half as much as a standard adult. If separated, will wail and thrash and push incessantly and try to force the other members of their family aboard. This will rock the boat and possibly capsize it.[break][break]

6. Extremely elderly man, a doctor. He has a fully stocked, if soaked first aid kit in his backpack. Breathing issues, lost inhaler.[break][break]

7. A cripple paralyzed from the waist down, only afloat due to a floatation vest. Lost wheelchair in crash.[break][break]

8. Elderly woman who is a retired therapist. Heart issues, unable to take medications because they were in the check-in luggage that is now underwater.[break][break]

9. Middle aged businesswoman who is the daughter of the elderly woman.[break][break]

10. An unaccompanied male, approximately 13 years old. Likely a runaway. Twitchy and has a lot of knives. Screams for help and how he can barely swim. Head bobs under water for seconds at a time as he’s having trouble even treading water.[break][break]

11. Young adult female engineer who worked on the ship.[break][break]

12. Young adult male deck hand.[break][break]

13. Elderly male captain and navigator of the ship. Screaming at you to save the women and children.[break][break]

14. Middle aged male first mate of the ship and cook. [break][break]

15. A close blood relative of yourself. Father, Mother, Brother, Sister, close Cousin, Uncle, whatever.[break][break]

16-17. Young mother with baby, struggling to keep afloat with the extra weight. Young mother is overweight, so together they weigh about as much as two regular passengers. If you get close, she will grasp the boat regardless of whether you intend to let her on or not which will rock the boat and possibly capsize it.[break][break]

18. Young adult female doctor.[break][break]

19. Great War veteran with prosthetic arms and legs. Screaming at you to save the kids.[break][break]

20. Wealthy heir to a powerful company like Schnee Dust screaming to save him and you'll be rich.[break][break]

”The first order of business is to decide how to deal with stranded passenger number one who is trying to pull himself onto your life boat. He tells you all about the backpack filled with food and water that he has as a way to try and talk you into letting him on, and for the sake of the argument we’ll say he’s telling the truth. You can fit seven people on the boat other than yourself, and if you let the morbidly obese man who weighs the same as three others that number will drop to four others.”[break][break]

”You can approach this problem by eliminating people from contention or simply picking your seven. Since this is a thought exercise, you are under no time constraint. This is an open discussion and I will not step in to clarify anything once I am finished speaking and will simply take the seven slots that you come up with as a class and write them down. If you choose to eliminate possibilities first, I will cross out the passengers you have condemned to die. Debate start.”[break][break]

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[Lily Finnian]

The decision between social psychology and lifeboat ethics was one Lily had not made lightly. Her lack of sufficient social grace was at time very trying, and for personal reasons she wanted to improve. She would have signed up for the class too, were it not for a voice in the back of her head troubling her.

She had been focused solely on her own training and self improvement since she had been here. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but she felt like she owed it to herself to look into things she might not otherwise have interest in. She'd never really studied ethics, at least, not knowingly. She had never equated the doctrines and disciplines instilled in her by her birth parents as schools of thought. They were simply things her parents taught her about how the world works. Nor would the young faunus consider the things she'd picked up from Xanthe and Verne to be philosophies. In fact, the entire idea of philosophy flew over Lily's head, including those philosophies pertaining to ethics.

It also did not hurt that it was her homeroom teacher Shadecloak teaching the class. She was a powerful woman, driven and strong. Lily, who had begun to forget the specificities of her mother's voice had begun to hear it again in Shadecloak's severe tone, and had even begun hearing Shadecloak's voice in memories of conversation with her mother. She respected and admired her homeroom teacher, and had decided that if this were a subject that Shadecloak was teaching, it had to be worth her time.

Though she wasn't sure what to expect, the girl sat at rigid attention. As the lecture proceeded, Lily was filled with a great variety of emotions and complicated feelings. Some in regards to the scenario itself, and some in regards to her own complicated family baggage.

The first thing to bother her was the setting itself. The ocean absolutely terrified Lily, as did the notion that she may at some point in her life as a huntress be required to travel via boat. She knew that grimm did not succumb to the passage of time, but rather fed on it. They grew stronger and smarter instead of frail and infirm. The thought of immortal grimm dwelling in the deep places where men could not fight them terrified Lily to no end, to the point where she wondered if she would truly deserve a spot on the lifeboat in the first place. She did her best to subtract the ocean from the equation, but knew it couldn't be done entirely. Afterall, skillsets held by people such as the deckhand or the doctor would definitely play a role in whether or not they get chosen.

There were a lot of things to consider here, and even though they were all written out on the board, she had copied them all down into her notebook so she could more easily focus on the information. Each person felt like a piece of the puzzle, the very first of which was the fat man. She had a pretty good idea of how he should be handled, even if it did seem harsh. She found herself getting frustrated as she tried to fit the pieces together. The subtraction of grimm from the puzzle was interfering with her reckoning of who was or was not fit to come. Even despite that, she felt her mind coming alive as she tried to search for the best possible outcome in this terribly dismal situation. She had to come to terms with the fact that she was viewing these people in terms of cost and benefit. Men like the elderly navigator for instance, would be easily included without grimm, but harder to include if you included the threat of grimm. His demands for women and children can be ignores in the first scenario, but in the second his mental distress if you failed to meet his conditions would act as a beacon to the grimm.

Then Lily considered the vastness of the ocean, the unchecked grimm seething below the waves, and she shuddered. Help would never arrive in time as The Fall had proven. The ocean was a place where death reigned supreme, and the only way this exercise made sense was if you pretended the grimm weren't present.

So, she labored on, doing her best to suspend her disbelief and play along within the constraints of the thought puzzle.

Nobody seemed especially eager to be the first to talk, and Lily wasn't very happy with the idea herself, but somebody had to. Her eyes periodically flashed white in the moments leading up to her breaking the silence as she double and triple checked her notes.


"I think it's obvious the obese man cannot come. He offers nothing of value, as the weight capacity of the ship has only enough for the food already onboard. Unless we want to sacrifice another life to make room for his supplies, allowing him on board would be idiotic. If you all agree, then I think step two would be identifying mission critical skillsets like those of the navigator, doctor, and engineer."


Lily surprised even herself at how cold and collected she'd sounded. She'd expected her voice to be the bundle of nervous energy she usually produced in unfamiliar social settings. However, before she was in any real danger of impressing upon her peers the image of a confident young faunus, Lily reacted. Her face turned red as her statement hung in the air. She let out an exhale, slow and steady which thanks to the constriction in her throat, came out as a high pitched raspy whistle. After THAT, she buried her head in her notebook, reviewing her notes and praying for someone to either kill her or at least talk, thereby stealing the spotlight Lily had foolishly taken.

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[attr="class","RDcontainer"] [attr="class","RDcontent"] While Holly always found these thought-experiments to be far-fetched when they were presented to her, the girl could at least understand this one. This wasn't some kids tied to a railway track as a trolley was dashing towards them. Her island was surrounded by water, and it was quite possible that if she returned home, that airboat might crash. Then again, the bi-monthly visitor to Mato-Mato would never have this many people on board, but it was still within the realm of possibility that this would happen to Holly. So, she was going to give it a maximal effort of her thinking capacity. [break] [break] Was it kinda harsh to think that it would be so much easier to just take that family member and abandon the rest? [break] [break] She knew her mom, she didn't know any of these other people. If she was stranded in the middle of nowhere, with that much uncertainty if you make it out alive, was it truly that selfish? Holly was kinda certain she could keep her mom alive in the boat, but all of these other people? What if the knife boy starts stabbing people? What if the female engineer turns out to be a secret serial killer? What if the young doctor was actually a doctor in history, instead of medicine? When you got those people in a boat for a few days, who knows who turns out to be an actual monster? Still, with everything that Holly learned about being a Huntress, simply saying 'screw them all' wasn't going to fly. Or well...float. Fine, a pragmatic solution it is.[break] [break] Holly wanted to answer, but Lily was a split second earlier. Holly listened attentively to the faunus, but she didn't exactly like the answer. Of course the fat man couldn't come, but why would you ditch family like that? Holly took a moment to prepare her statement, even writing part of it done to make sure she didn't came across like a complete idiot. She spoke to the class as a whole, but it was clear that her expression was more so directed against Lily, the only other person who had shown the interest to talk yet. While her voice was much like its usual unexpressive self, the words spoken hinted at this going quite deep for the girl:[break] [break] "How could you not place your family member at number 2? I could never abandon my mom or my sisters. After that you can look at others, if you want. Also, the fat guy is almost hanging on our boat from the start. Are we going to kill him? Knock him out? You could also like...steal his food, after you have done that. That is more food on your life boat to feed the others. Also...keep in mind that you might not get rescued in three days. I say we safe a few with more chance of survival, than risk loosing everyone."

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[Alexandros Skouriá]

Alexandros Skouriá sat among fellow trainees in one of Haven's many classrooms, in circumstances much different than were usual. His schooling had been going along relatively smoothly, with perfectly adequate performance demonstrated in a great number of his classes, but this was no ordinary day of teaching. Faculty had offered up a number of unique one-off sessions pertaining to subjects not covered through the general curriculum; this was one such session, and the one which the young Skouriá was most immediately interested in. Ethics, and the notion of acting ethically in a time and place where difficult and critical decisions would be everything. The boy knew he was not quite built for such challenges, and saw the opportunity to be one well worth taking. After all, it could prove useful; try as he might to be some paragon of justice or peace, Alex would never be able to save everybody whose life fell into his hands, and any chance to 'practice' dealing with such darkness would be welcome.

Ethical dilemmas were very interesting things, really. The problems they posed could range from uncomfortable to truly macabre or distressing, and it seemed that the elective class which Alexandros was attending would lean far more to the latter half than the former. Being run by Miss Shadecloak, Haven's leave-nothing-to-the-imagination approach to its aptly named 'lifeboat ethics' seminar would be a day-long exercise which was all but guaranteed to be a confronting look into the workings of the minds of the boy's fellow students. The scenario at hand was that of a sinking ship and a single lifeboat big enough to carry eight passengers, yet -- naturally, given the nature of an ethical dilemma -- a 'selection' of those who had to be saved numbering in the low-twenties by headcount. For this horrible hypothetical, an unavoidable mortality rate well over fifty-percent would necessitate careful curation of those left treading water.

In simpler terms, Alex and the others would be making numerous tough decisions.

Deciding who lives and who dies... it was heavy stuff -- but the life of a hunter was nothing if not tremendously weighed down by such problems. Even in a purely hypothetical scenario it was a grim prospect, but for all its grisly implication it was perhaps not all that far off from reality. Though the young Skouriá would certainly try to think otherwise, a huntsman or huntress simply could not save everyone in the world; thus, it fell upon them to make the ultimate decisions in times of great need.
Deciding who lives and who dies: perfectly simple when reduced down nothing more than a series of yes-or-no choices, but an utter impossibility through the lens of empathy.

Alex rapped two or three times with a downward arcing strike of one knuckle from his hand hovering above the table, pulling the spotlight firmly upon himself, then straightening where he sat with a quick cough to clear the throat.
"Numbers thirteen and nineteen," he said at long last, gesturing to the chalk board, "they both want us to save the children; I think it's noble that they're both willing to throw themselves away to protect those who've barely had a life to live, so... well, that would mean the kids which collectively account for number five, the mother and child from numbers sixteen and seventeen, and maybe number ten if we could get rid of the knives for safety. If we rescued those ones to start with, that would leave three spots -- or more still if the food goes overboard."

It was a starting point, if nothing else. Part of the purpose of the day was the discussion which the problem would pose; it was highly unlikely that everyone in the room would agree on a list without some debate or argument, but the boy hoped that this much, at least, could go uncontested.

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[Rose Phoenix]

❝I Was Lightning,

Before The Thunder❞

514 w./ 514 w. total

d strength| e stamina| f Acrobatics| f Dust

d semblance| F weapon| f martial arts

This was a matter of morality. A no win scenario that may not even end happily, but with the cold objective of surviving for as long as possible. It was something she had to live with in the deserts of Vacuo too. When raids didn't yield results, the group suffered and some months were worse than others. Sacrifices were necessary. This particular scenario was pretty clear cut actually if you took feelings out and applied cold, hard logic. You were judge, jury, and executioner.

So Rosalia sat there were her feet propped up rudely on the table, arm hung lazily over the back of her chair. She listened to her fellow classmates banter on the issues of the survivors with a tired look on her face. Lily cast the fat man off with just the thought of his weight, but overlooked the obvious notion that he would try to struggle to get on the life raft. It was not ideal. Of course her thoughts were brought up from the only person she knew here. Holly. The girl was more emotional about having a family member on board, something Rose couldn't get behind since she had no family to speak of. It was an odd subject, so instead she substituted the family for a friend like Amy or Colt. In that case, she would definitely agree. Though was it out of love or practicality?

Regardless, Rosa crossed her arms and threw herself up into a proper sitting position to speak her peace after Alex. His assessment was way off to her. Just because they were kids meant they got special treatment? Nuh uh!

"Alright, so fatty goes. But I'm with Holly when I say we take the food on the raft and, once it's secure, we bash his brains in. Or better yet, if we floats, then he'd make a good raft for one of the children!"

There were alot of people. Useless people, mental people, and lots of kids. This class was going to reveal how much of a monster she was. But Rose didn't really care either way. Trying to be a good person usually resulted in getting killed from her experience.

"Look, just because you CAN fit seven others doesn't mean you should. For what it's worth, I'd only save the female doctor and the wealthy heir aside from my close friend. I'm strong enough not to need some deckhand, the kids would drive me nuts, and the rest want me to save the kids first? Noble. But noble won't save your ass. Oh and if the doc is some moral high ground type, then she can go back in the water too. No one got time for that shit."

Rose leaned back in the chair with her hands behind her head and just shrugged. It was a very simple assessment and one she would back 100%.

"So that's me, doc, heir, and friend. Just four people and a butt load of food and supplies. And worst case, by the end of it, we eat the heir. Money is great and all, but I'd rather like to live thanks."

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The first class Nasrin had really been interested in attending apart from the midterms at Haven, and of course Holly was there to ruin it. [Break]
Nasrin came in slightly late as was the norm for her, floating into class on Rascal without seeming to mind much that she was late and may have missed the opening part of the class. She saw Holly the moment she entered, the other pink haired girl was like a beacon of annoyance that instantly put Nasrin in a sour mood as she moved across the room and found herself a seat and a desk to put her feet on. She pointedly didn’t look at Holly any more than she already had, and instead took a quick glance around the room at the other students present. [Break] [Break]

None of them were people she recognized, and only one of them seemed all that memorable if for no other reason than her fashion choice and her shared choice of placing her feet up on a desk. At least someone understood the most comfortable way to sit, it was refreshing after spending so much time around the multitude of perfect little students that made up the majority of the student body. Only Nasrin, this new girl and Heidi seemed to have any real dislike for the stuffed up classroom lifestyle. [Break] [Break]

Eventually, her attention turned away from the other students and towards the front of the classroom and the instructions being given by their professor for the day. It was an interesting problem that she was proposing, and one that Nasrin knew her answers to immediately. For some, many of these choices would be difficult or even crippling to have to choose between but for Nasrin much of it was cut and dry. Regardless though, she had to listen to the other students speak first. [Break]
The first to speak was the cat faunus, and she gave a simple opinion related to only a few of the passengers rather than addressing all of them at once like someone who knew what they were doing would do. Spending too much time pondering these decisions would just get everyone killed, and that wasn’t a risk Nasrin was willing to take. Still, at least the girl had a point regarding the obese man. Kicking him off the boat was Nasrin’s first instinct, though it wasn’t specified that his backpack would increase the weight of the boat enough to remove the possibility of another person, so not keeping his supplies was stupid.[Break]
Next was Holly. She was shockingly practical about the whole thing which was refreshing, but of course she was also the one willing to kill the most people just to give herself and her family a better chance. They had an obligation to rescue as many as they could, and simply choosing to take nobody but yourself and your family was idiotic.[Break]
The unremarkable looking male student spoke up next, his opinion made sense and was one that Nasrin shared for the most part. It was important to rescue the youngest people rather than the older ones, regardless of talent or jobs or any other considerations. [Break]
And finally was the only other truly interesting student in the class. She, unfortunately, agreed with Holly for the most part. It was narrow to view this as a survival situation where the goal was to last for as long as possible, stupid or fucking dumb would cover it too. And eating other people was not something Nasrin was inclined to do regardless of the need, so a lot of what this girl said was tossed aside in Nasrin’s head as she prepared to speak.

”Right gonna say my peace on all of these fuckers right now so it’s clear, don’t see any reason to go one at a time.” She took a deep breath and propped herself up a bit straighter to see the board clearly and look at the other students between sentences. [Break]
”Kill the fat guy and take his food, that’s a no-brainer. Food doesn’t say it adds enough weight to cancel out a person so it’s fine and it gives us some bonus rations. All the old people, so six, eight, thirteen, nineteen are left behind. We take the medical stuff from the old doctor first, seems like it’d be useful, yeah?” [Break]
Nasrin paused a moment to take stock of things and decided to address a few more instant-kills on her list before moving to the harder choices. She didn’t much care what the reactions of the other students or the instructor were, that could be discussed after she said what she wanted to say. [Break]
”Kill the rich fucker, he deserves it. Leave the first mate just cause he doesn’t do anything useful. Leave number nine, don’t want her wailing about her mom. Gonna have to ditch the young mom, we don’t know if the birth will go well so the risk there is too high to be worth it, as shitty as that is. Dump the twitchy kid, knew kids like him when I grew up and they’re way more fucking trouble than they’re worth unless they get help which we can’t do out here. And last person I dump is the paralyzed guy. Hardest choice was that one, he doesn’t deserve to drown and shit but we don't know how old he is and younger takes priority.” [Break] [Break]

Nasrin took another deep breath and leaned back in her seat, returning to her relaxed position now that the hard part was over. ”That lets us keep the family, the young engineer, the young doctor, the young deckhand, and our blood relative. Plus myself of course, ain't gonna let me drown if I can help it, yeah? Reasoning is cause these are the youngest people plus a family. Families are important as fuck or so I hear, and the young ones will live longer if we survive so it’s better to save them.”

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[Wolfe]

XP Distribution:

Shade: 13

0 + 13 = 13

Lily: 9

405 + 9 = 414

Holly: 5

308 + 5 = 313

Alex: 6

240 + 6 = 246

Rose: 5

108 + 5 = 113

Nasrin: 9

138 + 9 = 147