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Neal was thrilled he wasn’t a pony anymore. Seriously. So thrilled. He didn’t know if he could manage walking into a class and trying to teach while he had hooves and a tail. Fortunately, he didn’t have to.

When the students filed into the classroom, they would find the desks set up in rows of two, the chairs facing each other. On every desk was a small compact mirror. Don’t ask Neal where he got the mirrors. On the board in the front of the room was written in big blue letters:

“So,” he said once everyone was seated. “Last week we did fake introductions and practiced lying. This week we’re going to talk about the mechanics of it. More specifically, we’re going to talk about tells.”

“A tell,” he continued, “is something that gives you away when you’re lying. There are some that are pretty common, like blinking or stuttering. Some, you’ll only ever find on one person and hope you never, ever see it again.” He grinned. “Funny story, I once knew a guy named Billy who got really, really itchy when he lied.” A downward glance revealed just where, in fact, Billy had itched. Of course, that would be inappropriate to discuss in class, so he just implied it and left it at that.

“Today, I want you all to pair off in groups of two and start talking. You guys heard of the game Two Truths and a Lie? That’s basically what I’m talking about. Your partner’s job is to try to identify the lie by picking up on any tells that you might have. Then, once you learn what your tells are, I want you to watch yourselves in the mirrors I put on your desks and try to spot them.”

He hopped up onto the desk at the front of the room. “Ready? Pair off and get going. If you have any questions, you can come find me or Kenzi, the new TA.” He gestured to point her out. “Say hello, Kenzi."

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Marshall looked around for someone to pair up with.

[I am off to bed v.shortly, but will pick up pings in the morning -- but I will prooobably be v.v.sp-ish tomorrow due to heading to my dad's for a day or two.]

"I don't know you," Quinn said, turning her chair to face Marshall's. "Lie to me."

[OOC: SP = fine!]

Marshall blinked. "Uh. Let's see..." His eyes flicked right. "Before we dated, my last girlfriend's venus fly trap turned into a girl and tried to eat me... Um, I once turned invisible because I felt like no one was noticing me, and..." His eyes flicked left. "Oh! I once travelled through a mirror into an alternate universe."

There, those were all wildly improbable, right? Or, at the very least, here they were all wildly -- and equally -- probable. No way to know which one's the lie!

Quinn blinked slowly. She'd been hoping to catch him off-guard enough that the lie would be obvious, but those kind of all sounded like lies.

Which meant they might all be true.

"I think the invisibility one is the lie," she reasoned out. "Mainly because I saw it on Wendy the Wereworlf Stalker. Also, the Venus fly trap one is kind of Freudian and disgusting."

"Nope," Marshall said, grinning. "That one actually happened ~~in what was a blatant rip-off episode of the, ahem, Wendy one you're thinking of~~. And you're not getting any argument from me on the Venus fly trap being disgusting. She kept flies in her dresser, for a snack." Oh, look, was that his eyes going right again?

"Try again?"

[And this is me realising that the tell may be too minor to pick up on. Oops? ^^;; Eye movement's a fairly common one, so I went with that...]

"Ew. But then it's the mirror universe one," Quinn decided. "I dunno, you just look sort of shifty about it, and it had the least detail."

She couldn't quite put the eye thing into words, but she'd noticed it.

"Shifty?" Marshall frowned. "I think that's the first time anyone's called me--" No, wait. Principal Durst. "No, never mind. But yeah, that one's the lie. I mean, it happened, just not to me. Did I mention that my last school was just as weird as this one?"

He grinned. "Okay, how 'bout you? Two truths and a lie."

"My last school was normal," Quinn said. "So you get a normal lie."

Her hand went to her hair for a moment before she spoke. "My favorite kind of music is country, my parents just split up, and I don't use my first name."

It couldn't be that easy, could it?

"... The first one?" Marshall tried. "Liking country music, I mean."

"Right," Quinn said, not exactly pleased but willing to admit it. (Ugh, country.) "What gave me away?"

"I wasn't sure," Marshall said, "if it was a tell or not. But your hand kinda went..." He gestured, mimicking what Quinn had done right before she started talking. "Like that?"

He paused.

"Sorry about your parents."

"Huh." Now Quinn was going to have to watch that; next time she lied, her hands would stay in her lap. "It's okay. It was a long time coming. Besides, I'm basically out of the house anyhow."

Her hands stayed firmly in her lap.

"Sorry about your weird school."

"Eh, at least it was never boring," Marshall pointed out.

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