Community center class: Yes, You Can Actually Cook

[vdistinctive]

Eliot wasn't entirely certain if the cooking classroom had always been in the community center, or if the building had just happened to grow one when he decided to teach a cooking class here this summer. He was reasonably certain he was in the same place he'd taken that psychics class, but he didn't remember it having a selection of full sized electric ovens, refrigerators, and ranges. He'd've preferred gas, but around here, with the sort of class he was teaching, that was probably asking for a leak and either natural gas poisoning or an explosion.

When the students arrived, they'd find a series of tables set up in the center of the room, and enough small kitchen sets for everyone to use, so long as they didn't mind pairing off. Eliot himself was at the front of the class, his hair held back with a black bandana, an apron covering his usual t-shirt-and-jeans. The table in front of him had a set of frying pans, a bouquet of spatulas and whisks, several egg cartons, and a variety of vegetables, both pre-packaged and fresh.

( In which Eliot doesn't give a crap what your names are )

Stark's, Wednesday, 05/11

[sciclone]

Cosima made the mistake of reading comments on an article about the North Carolina bathroom bill first thing at work today ... and then made a worse mistake by adding her own opinion. And now she was going to spend the next seven hours in flame wars with a complete jerks if she didn't pull herself out of the rage spiral.

"It's 2016," she told the computer screen. "How do people like you even still exist?"

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

Book Haven, Wednesday, 05/11

[not_a_moonie]

Midway through the morning, Alana realized she hadn't seen any evidence of other people opening the shop in quite some time. Which made her realize that, oh yeah, hiring some people would probably not be the worst thing for her to do before she left at the end of the summer.

She made a Now Hiring sign for the window and settled at the register with a bag of kale chips and a serial killer novel. It was gearing up to be another productive day.

[OOC: Open shop, open post! Shifts are open for any day but Wednesday.]

The street in front of JGOB, Wednesday afternoon

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo hadn't been entirely sure what to expect from her first class at the community center. She'd been kind of extra-nervous when she'd come to the conclusion that she was the only one in the class who was a student. Well, actually, they were mostly students, since they were in the class, but the only non-adult student? Something like that. But it had actually gone pretty well. She'd learned how to make an American-style omelette (which was pretty weird, but way easier than the kind from back home).

So she'd eaten quite a bit during class, what with all the experimenting she'd been doing. Which probably should have meant that she was full, but there she was, standing outside of JGOB, eating her second brownie. Because, come on, who could say no to brownies?

It was probably no surprise to anyone that she was in town wearing ATs, but it might have surprised people that she wasn't stuffing that brownie in her face while doing something dangerous at high speeds. In fact, she was just standing around. Like she was waiting on someone.

Ringo glanced at her phone to check the time. Then glanced down at the paper bag in her hand. If someone didn't hurry up, she'd have herself a third brownie and then have to pretend that she'd never planned to share any in the first place.

[ooc: Expecting one, but totally open!]