Flavors, Food Choices, and Menu Planning - Friday, 4th period

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grinned and nodded at everyone as they arrived. He was sitting on the bench in front of a rather garishly-painted grand piano this week, flexing his hands in preparation. There was a fairly nice, very expensive blazer tossed over the desk behind him, and he was wearing very stylish and expensive boots, slightly ratty jeans, and a Ramones t-shirt.

On the bright side, class - at least your teacher wasn’t a mobster any more!

On the down side - hope you weren’t planning on learning anything about food.

On the really bright side - at least this Hannibal wasn’t going to try to cook for you! He burned macaroni.

( So! )

Chemistry 102, Friday, Period 2

[usedtowhizz.livejournal.com]

"Listen up, you're going to learn something today," James said as soon as he arrived in the classroom. "Like we've talked about, all chemistry is is taking one thing, adding something to it, and then seeing what you get now. That's exactly what's going on around here recently. Don't believe me? Let's break this down."

James grabbed a marker and PEWed over to the dry erase board. "We start with PEOPLE and you add A CRAZY MAGIC TOWN. And what do you get? That's the experiment we've been running for a while whether we want to or not. I vote not, personally, but since when do people listen to me? Besides you, my faithful students. You've got grades riding on listening to my BS."

"Anyway, what has this big experiment taught us so far? What do we get from taking people and adding crazy magic to them?" James asked. "Anyone? That's right, you get CRAZY PEOPLE. So as a scientist, here's what I think you should do with these crazy people."

"One: Be nice to them. I know, I know, you're not expecting that from me," James laughed. "But they're vulnerable when they find out that they're somebody else, and that's rough. Second: Prey on that vulnerability and ask if you can borrow some money. In like two days they'll be another person anyway. A person who doesn't remember lending you any money. Third: give me twenty percent for the great idea. Keep it up and you'll have turned people plus crazy magic into MONEY."

"You have the rest of the class to figure out who's different and gullible enough for this kind of experiment. Get to work!"

"Oh, and this whole money thing is a clear joke, so don't do that," James said, giving a big wink.

Coping With Change, Friday, Period 3

[furnaceface]

This week, students showing up for Jono's class would be treated to not one, but two teachers! Neither of whom probably looked quite how they were expected to look, but what in the world were you going to do about that, with the island as… Fandom… as it was being, these days?

( It's not time to make a change. Just relax. Take it easy... )

[OOC: Open! Co-written with the delightful voiceoverdue!]

The Modern Workplace and You....ish [Friday, period 1]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

Today when the students filed in, things may have seemed...well, a tad different from normal.

For one thing, Cheryl was back. For another, she was no longer Cheryl.

"Well, hoooow-dee," she drawled, eyes still narrowing disparagingly as she surveyed the group. That much was still the same. "What a sad, pathetic bunch of wannabe city slickers we've got here." She shook her head, sending her hair bouncing, as she placed her hands on her mostly-exposed hips. "You ever see anything so sad in your whole life, Pammy?"

Pam popped a Mentos made entirely of cocaine into her mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. “I dunno,” she said. “Some of ‘em might make useful heishi in the glorious empire of … uh … ISIS. I mean, spies. I’m sure some of ‘em have potential as spies.”

Pam was not in any way an undercover agent working for the Yakuza, everyone. In case you were wondering.

"Maybe," Cherlene said, waving a hand dismissively. "I mean, if you wanna waste your time, fine. But I wanna see if any of 'em are talented." She glanced out over the group thoughtfully. "I need me some backup singers, if you know what I mean."

She meant she needed backup singers. For once, this was actually literal, not figurative.

“I don’t get it,” Pam frowned. This was either because she expected it to be some kind of horrible innuendo, or because she was still a cocaine addict, even though she was now a cocaine addict who was also a Yakuza spy. “Oooh! Ooooh! Can we do an American Idol thing? You can be the mean British guy and I’ll be the dopey drunk chick who thinks everyone did their best. Except I wanna be mean, too.”

What was the fun in being nice when you could crush someone’s dreams!??

"I kinda wanna be drunk, too," Cherlene mused, frowning. "And I ain't gonna be British. But okay!" It was just coincidence that Cherlene had brought with her a microphone and karaoke machine, right? "If you knock my socks off," she added, "then you can be my backup singer."

Not that she was wearing socks.

“You can totally be drunk,” Pam said, holding out her thermos. “Tanoshinde kudasai.”

Of course she brought Green Russians to class. Of course she did.

[Cheryl is her season-five AU, country-western darling Cherlene. Pam is spying for the Yakuza and eating cocaine like she's paid to. SORRY THAT CLASS IS WHAT IT IS NOW. SO MUCH FOR THE MODERN WORKPLACE?]

Library, Friday

[selfhelphero]

Billy was so, so ready for spring. He'd been freezing all morning, and when he got to the library, he discovered that the heat wasn't working properly, and it was freezing in there too. He ran back to his room and grabbed a blanket, so anyone who came into the library today would be greeted by a Billy burrito.

[Ah, method RP. OCD-free today!]

Student Council, Friday [Lunchtime]

[bigdamnprincipal]

There was no shortage of pie on the table today as the Student Council gathered together for their meeting. If there were any rats around too, Zoe was doing her best to ignore them.

"Hi there, folks. We've reached a quiet time in the semester--" If you were able to ignore the weirdness, of course. "--so we don't have much to plan. Everyone seemed to enjoy their flowers and the dance was a glittery success, as always. Does anyone have new business to bring up?"

[Flying OCD-free today as I am running back to class!]