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Well, then. Having applied for a Professorship on a whim, Dax hadn’t honestly expected to have been granted the position. After all, her degrees were from an institution that didn’t yet exist. She certainly didn’t have the qualifications of a Professor Homsar, or a Professor Pufnstuf. But she had been entrusted with the position nonetheless, and fully intended to be serious about it. She got her keys, and made her way to the Astronomy Tower, surprised at the lack of dust covering its walls. By all accounts, it had been some time since the tower was in active use.

Dust free as it was, the tower was cluttered beyond belief. Unidentifiable knickknacks were everywhere, none of which were at all conducive to teaching Astronomy. There were broken bits of electronics, and jars of...goo? In the far corner, there was even a bed! What on earth had the last professor been trying to teach? Napping?

This simply wouldn’t do. Every item would have to be discarded, or thrown into storage. Luckily, Dax had brought along several trashbags, having expected the tower to be in some state of disrepair. She sighed, and got to work, starting with the jars of Kahless-knows-what.