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Dominic's quiet spring break at home hadn't exactly panned out the way he wanted it to. He'd volunteered to stay in Maryland a couple extra days to help Professor Ledarsky set up her work in a group exhibition in New York (and also get in some primo sucking up time, since he still needed that letter of recommendation). The exhibition had been a bust for Ledarksy -- her work just wasn't what the people at the gallery were into, and that made the professor surly and grouchy. Which made for an uncomfortable drive home from the city.

And then since he'd been in Maryland and at loose ends anyhow, he'd agreed to go to another of Tank's frat parties. Which had been going better than the last one in that he hadn't attempted to give himself alcohol poisoning ... and then he tripped over an edge on the carpet and smacked his hand into a bottle on the way down. The EMT who came to patch him up said the cut went down to his tendons.

So now he was in Kansas City, trying to heat up a can of Spaghetti-Os one-handed while his mom pulled a late shift at work.

He should have gone to Bali.

[OOC: NFB, but open for calls/texts/etc should you wish! Just getting in a lil canon catch-up.]
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Trying to do the portrait assignment at Tank's frat house had turned out to be exactly as bad an idea as Bay had thought it would be to start with. There turned out to be a party going on, and Tank shoved a cup of punch into her hands and told her to chill while he took care of ... whatever people trying to pledge a frat took care of.

So. She had punch. She chilled. She ran into an old friend from Kansas City, Mary Beth, and somehow that cup of punch kept getting tastier and tastier as they small-worlded at each other. And then Bay had a few more cups of punch, and then she decided to follow some guy named, um, ledge. Bluff. Cliff up to his room for beer.

Tank intervened, dragged her outside, all but held back her hair as she puked and sympathized as she moaned about not having a boyfriend. And then he loaded her into a cab and sent her back to the island.

Which was, Bay had to admit, surprisingly decent and not-cavemany of him.

She rested on her bed, moaning softly as she waited for the room to finish spinning. "Punch is baaaaaaad."

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
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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.]
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Bay had turned down the trip with Angelo to see Abby, and her reward was a lazy Friday morning. She was filling it by calling Toby for a good round of family gossip and picking on him about the married-at-nineteen plan.

She considered this her duty as a little sister.

Eventually -- possibly just to get Bay off the subject -- Toby asked if she had any news from the Vasquez-Sorrentos. Since Regina had moved out, the families hadn't been talking much.

"Well, I think Angelo's out of town for the weekend," Bay said. "He went to St. Louis to try to get the baby back from the couple who adopted her."

"That's cool," Toby said, after a pause in which he seemed to be trying to figure out how to feel. "I mean, you're gonna meet your sister."

Bay felt suddenly shy. "Yeah, he, um, wanted me to go, but..," she mumbled into the phone.

"Why didn't you?"

"I don't know," Bay sighed. "It just felt weird, and I'm all the way in Maryland, and school starts next week ... honestly, I just thought it would be more fun to stay where I was."

"Bay, if he doesn't get her back this might be your only chance to meet her," Toby pointed out.

"... now I feel even worse."

"It's a 90-minute flight," Toby said. "Bet there's one leaving this morning. I'll meet you at the St. Louis airport."

"Toby, you don't have to -"

Her big brother was stern. "C'mon."

And somehow Bay agreed.

[OOC: Establishy. Dialogue from Switched at Birth 2.17, ""Prudence, Avarice, Lust, Justice, Anger", with Toby stepping in for Ty.]
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Bay had gone straight from her portal to class. After she was done discussing Margaret Sanger, she went back to her room and collapsed on her bed. Her weekend at home had been ... Bay was just going to go with interesting. To start off with, her dad was apparently serious about his state senate run. And then immigration randomly showed up to check on Regina and Angelo's marriage. They passed, but only after dinner became even more of a French farce. Oh, and it turned out that Lana planned to give the baby up for adoption anyhow, which made the whole entire point of Bay coming home to meet the mother of her future half-sibling kind of moot. But she'd yelled at Angelo before she found out -- twice -- so that had been satisfying.

After all of that, Daphne had gently told Bay her signing was deteriorating and lent her Deafenstein as a study aid/torture device. Bay wondered if she should play it in the common room -- at least then other people would know exactly how bad it was.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]

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