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"Art is in the eye of the beholder," Professor Ledarsky -- a middle-aged woman with curly hair and funky accessories -- intoned. "True or False?""
Bay still wasn't quite sure what the hell she was doing in a college class, but nobody else seemed inclined to talk, so she raised a hand. "True?"
"If it's true, what the hell are you doing here?" the professor asked, arching an eyebrow. Bay went pink as the rest of the class laughed.
( In which we meet Tank. )
[OOC: NFB due to distance, NFI. Taken from SaB 3.1.]
Bay still wasn't quite sure what the hell she was doing in a college class, but nobody else seemed inclined to talk, so she raised a hand. "True?"
"If it's true, what the hell are you doing here?" the professor asked, arching an eyebrow. Bay went pink as the rest of the class laughed.
( In which we meet Tank. )
[OOC: NFB due to distance, NFI. Taken from SaB 3.1.]
