The Mid-Century Cookbook; Tuesday, First Period [05/07].

[somethingwithturquoise]

As absolutely hilarious as Summer found it to set the Danger Shop to be just a normal classroom or the most mundane things, this time around, her class would be meeting almost exclusively in just the boring old normal cooking classroom. They weren't doing anything fancy here; one might argue that what they were doing was precisely the opposite of fancy.

And since she only had three students (something that sort of was a relief to her, since it was her first solo venture as a teacher at the school, and if she got overwhelmed with three students, she better just stick to shopkeeping), it didn't take long for her figure out when everyone was there and it was time to get started.

"Hey, everyone," she greeted them with a faint smile, leaning comfortably on one of the counters once they came in. "Welcome to the Mid-Century Cookbook. I'm your teacher, Summer. If the whole casual thing with your teachers is kind of weird for you, that's fine, Ms. Smith will do, but just know that that's kind of weird for me." Especially since she was probably only just a few years older than all of you, if that. "But I'll deal. This course, which could also loosely be called 'Weird White People Food,' is sort of half-cooking class, half-history lesson, since we'll be focusing on a very particularly odd period of Americana that put out some real head-scratchers for food. And I've been to a dimension where they put flies in ice cream and another one where there's a cereal made out of eyeholes," not to mention that whole cannibal period, "so, I'm kind of an expert on weird food.

"Since it's the first week, we're not going to be diving into any recipes quite yet. I want to know who you are, first, but since there's not that many of you, that won't take too long. And then I'm going to introduce you to some elements that'll be cropping up frequently in these recipes and some of the more simple examples of what you'd find in a mid-century cookbook. This is an era where America was riding a post-World War Two high, there were all sorts of developments in refrigeration and microwave technology and food preservation that just sort of sparked this whole idea that processed meats were the total shit and everyone had to have them. Plus, you've got the rise of televsion in this era, leading to more branding, marketing, and advertising that helped support the idea that if you weren't serving some form of disgusting jello mold at your cocktail party, then why were you even bothering to have a cocktail party?

"It was a weird period of time. I assume. I've never really been there, but I find it weirdly fascinating. And if anyone's wondering how I wound up like this, just go talk to Dr. Lecter for a little bit, then go talk to Captain Rogers, put that together, and there you go."

Why, yes, she was calling you out for the source of her weird obsession, gentlemen. She had receipts.

"Before we get to the real fun stuff, I'd like us to all go around and introduce ourselves. Let me know your name, where you're coming from, if you've got any cooking experience...that's kind of important, I guess, if we're going to jump right in and here you've never seen seen a KitchenAid before....and then your favorite food and your least favorite food, if you can think of one. And then onto some samples. And I will say this: unlike some other food-focused teachers in the school, I actually encourage you to be completely grossed out and disgusted about any of this stuff and to be very vocal about it if you feel so inclined. As a matter of fact, this class is going to be recorded for research and Instagram purposes, but if any of you have an issue with that, please, please let me know because I, like, totally want to one-hundred-and-ten percent want to respect your privacy.

"Okay! So let's get started!"

[[ ocd incoming! up! ]]

Fun with science! Tuesday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel rushed into the Danger Shop a little late and waved at the students. “Hey. Had a world to save.” Sometimes these things happened.

He hopped up on the desk. “So, introductions! Tell me who you are, where you’re from, a bit about yourself, and what science is to you. Not necessarily philosophically, though hey, feel free. I mean - horse and buggy, electricity, holonet, what?”

Wilderness Adventures, Tuesday, May 7 [2nd period]

[heroic_jawline]

Not surprisingly for a class with “wilderness” in the name, Steve and Tony had gotten in touch with their students to let them know to meet just outside the Preserve. “Okay, so the wilderness on the island will probably not eat you,” Steve began optimistically.

"Most of the time," Tony added. "We think. You know what? Exercise caution. How about that?"

"Probably a good idea," Steve said. "I'm Steve Rogers, this is Tony Stark, and we're your teachers for this class this summer! We're very excited to teach you all about surviving in the wild."

One of them was wearing pressed khaki pants. They definitely looked like people who could survive in the wild, huh?

Maybe if they could find a box of scraps out there?

"First, how about you all introduce yourself and let us know what experience you have in this," Tony said with a smile.

"And after that, we've set up an easy exercise through the woods to get you familiar with using a compass," Steve added. Apparently they were for more holding a picture of your kinda-sorta girlfriend from the '40s to stare at moodily! Who knew?

Say whaaaat?

"It'll be fun," Tony said, much too optimistic.

"There's a snack waiting for you when you get to the end!" Steve told them.

If they'd remembered to cover it from the bugs. Had they done that?

...They had not. Sorry, kids.

Your Plan is Now on Fire [Tue, Period 3]

[jedigrammarians]

Aphra was having class in the Danger Shop, because of course she was. She was also late, because of course she was.

"So, plans. They're great. At least when they go to, y'know, plan." Deathless words of wisdom there, Aphra. "Thing is they mostly don't. For example, I never planned on teaching high school students on what's pretty much a backwater planet, but things happen, like having your murder happy boss decide to terminate your employment. Literally. I mean, some of you probably didn't plan on taking this class." That was mostly directed at anyone she recognised.

"But that's the point of this class, learning to deal with the unexpected."

That was when the ninjas attacked.