Community Center Class: Flavors, Food Choices, and Menu Planning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was in front of the community center classroom today, and waited as everybody filed in. He was still moving a bit gingerly, and had a few healing cuts on his face, but he gave them a pleasant nod.

"Good evening. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and this is the course on flavors, food choices, and menu planning. Or, to put it more simply, cooking meals. I am hoping I'll be able to obtain the use of the school's shop for future classes so that we will have stations for everyone, so please give me your e-mail addresses or phone numbers before you leave, and I will let you know if our venue changes. However, today is a simpler class - please let me know your name, what experience you have in cooking, any allergies or aversions to foods you may have, and what you hope to gain from this class."

He nodded at the first person to start.

Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

"I will suffer... I will burn... let hate prevail! Enslave my soul but I'll never surrender!"

The stereo was working properly again, after an hour or so early in the morning when it had refused to play anything besides some song about little blue men. Which had somehow spawned little blue guys in white hats. Dante? Dante was blasting his favorite Combichrist songs and singing while he herded them out of the shop with a guitar case.

Ugh.

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Caritas, Friday, Sept. 2

[living_endless]

While purple jello had been raining outside the dorms, purple jello shots had been raining inside the bar. Or at least, that was the only explanation Didi could come up with for the tiny purple-filled plastic cups littering every table and large swaths of the floor.

She couldn't even venture a guess as to how they'd all landed on their bottoms, without so much as spilling a drop.

She made a sign on the bar's chalkboard -- End-of-Summer Special: Free Grape Jello Shots -- and settled in behind the bar to see who would take advantage of it.

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Allie stalked into the bar and snarled at Tiny when he started muttering about her absence the past few weeks. "I don't want to talk about it! Stupid island!"

The bartender was in. And grumpy as hell.