<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Intro to Plants<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Professor Randy (is that a pun? ;D); open<br/><hr/><br/>"Dunno." She really didn't. Tara had figured they'd learn about the effects and uses of plants<em>before</em>trying to grow anything, so she'd have some time to figure out what did what and apply it to her own situation. This prof was more immediate hands-on, apparently. She'd had a chemistry teacher like that in her other life.  Didn't end well.<br/><br/>"Maybe a Christmas cactus?  They're pretty when the bloom. Or some portabello-"  Her stomach lurched and stopped her train of thought. "Weird. I used to totes love shrooms on my pizza, but now the idea makes me kinda queasy." She shrugged. "Dunno. All I ever farmed before was boners."  Crass, yeah, but the embarrassed giggles and curious looks were worth it. She pretended to ignore them as she scrwaled her name on a pot.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>When: </strong>around 4:45<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Merryweather's office<br/><br/>Almost shyly, Tara caressed the office door with her knuckles. It wasn't clear what had her so twitchy. Was it fear that the Arcane teacher would be able to give her some tips about what had happened to her? Or that she<strong>wouldn't?</strong>Was it maybe just because the teacher was distractingly hot, and, even dead, Tara knew she let her ovaries talk her into doing some seriously stupid shit?<br/><br/>Well, she'd find out. Or not. The wonders of unlife: something always happened, or didn't. That sounded kind of clever, and she chuckled. Then she knocked again, a bit louder, and eased the door open to call around it, "Professor Merryweather?"