Community Center Class: International Cuisine, Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal greeted everyone at the portal as they gathered, then nodded to them all.

"Welcome back. To class and to two legs." Hannibal, for one, was glad of that second part. "Today we'll be visiting," somewhere normal and non-magical "Marrakech, Morocco. Morocco has been a hub of trade for centuries, and its spices and cuisine reflect that. Mediterranean and Arabic cuisines are the strongest influences, and olive oil, fruits, grains, and a number of meats, including lamb, are common."

He waved them through into the street. "We'll be dining today at Dar Cherifa, a lovely and calm oasis in the midst of the souks - the markets. It features a fairly traditional and varied menu, and I'll be ordering a number of things for you all to taste, as well as anything you may prefer to order on your own."

The street he led them into was bustling, surrounded by stalls, and very hot and dry. "The predominant languages here are Arabic and Berber, but most people will also speak French, and some will know Spanish or English," he said, raising his voice a little to be heard. "If you venture back out once we're in the restaurant, please give yourself extra time to return before our portal, as the streets are a veritable maze."

As witness the runner that led them the last few blocks to the restaurant. Hannibal tipped the man and thanked him before leading them into the restaurant and out of the heat. "If you have any questions, please feel free to ask."

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

"But you could catch so many on your little morning -- whatever!"

"Run," Eliot said, pouring himself yet another cup of coffee. He wasn't even a griffon anymore. Why did his shoulders still hurt from flying around? "It's called a run. And I'm not going to spend it starin' at my phone."

"You have no sense of wonder," the busboy said, shaking his head. "No imagination at all."

Behind him, the cook and the dishwasher very carefully aimed the cook's phone, giggling delightedly at each other.

Eliot wondered if Hardison might have a way to just shut down cell service in the entire diner.

Today's specials
Actualy, you know, food. Because it's a diner.
Not a pokewhosit gym thing.
I don't care what it says on your app.

Luke's was open and flying OCD free today.

Around Fandom, Monday Morning

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This time, the island vanished in a poof of feathers and song - and in a poof of feathers and song, it reappeared in a crater right outside Camp Urdnot, where the poof and the song were summarily rejected by the loud scream of a pyjak as it fled from two grunting krogan warriors.

Then it was silent. Much of Tuchanka was, when there wasn't deadly wildlife running straight through it.

Right past the causeway laid a network of old, hastily-restored tunnels with metal roofs and floors and walls and hastily-attached lamps, illuminating rubble, dusty tents, and a lot of local krogans of Clan Urdnot. Most of them didn't really care about the island that had just appeared right in their line of sight. They were hungry, and cooking whatever they had caught last.

Out in the throne room, Urdnot Wrex, leader of Clan Urdnot, took in the sudden new addition to the skyline with a chuckle and a snort. "Looks like humans," he growled. "At least that'll be good for a laugh. Hey, Wreav! Ready the ryncol!"

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Caritas, Monday night

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I have hands! I have swear words! Yes!" Kenzi was doing her Happy to Be Me! dance behind the bar, as she had been for about 24 hours, barring that one nap attack. "Tino, I'm glad I never saw you as a pony. Zombies... were you zombie ponies?"

SPECIALS
Beer, $1
Wine, $2
Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, $4
Get your drink on and celebrate victory and the elements of friendship!

"Hunh."