Room 307, Thursday Morning
Bay hadn't had a particularly memorable Wednesday. After First Aid class -- puppies! -- she'd gone to her art class on the mainland, bantered with Tank, and thought about how she'd ask Ledarsky for a letter of recommendation. She'd gotten hit with a bad headache during her trip home; it had been a relief to get back to her dorm room, take a couple painkillers, and fall asleep.
The next morning, Bay didn't wake up. In her place, Dominic Vasquez did.
But then, Dominic would say he'd been there all along.
He leaned out of bed, not bothering with his hearing aids yet, and grabbed his laptop to load up Photoshop. He was still working on tweaking that portfolio to show Ledarsky.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post. Bay is now an AU'd version of herself, Dominic Vasquez, for the duration of the BDE! Click here for more info about him.]
The next morning, Bay didn't wake up. In her place, Dominic Vasquez did.
But then, Dominic would say he'd been there all along.
He leaned out of bed, not bothering with his hearing aids yet, and grabbed his laptop to load up Photoshop. He was still working on tweaking that portfolio to show Ledarsky.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post. Bay is now an AU'd version of herself, Dominic Vasquez, for the duration of the BDE! Click here for more info about him.]