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Second Floor Common Room; Early Wednesday Evening.

Turtle felt as though her day had been very successful. She'd scoped out the town, gotten herself a job (starting tomorrow! How exciting!), and had picked up a total of two dollars and seventy two cents in change as she walked around the island. A very good day, indeed, especially since, she could tell from her ~~handwavily~~ grabbed copy of the Wall Street Journal that SEA hadn't continued to drop, and the one she was scoping had raised, but not enough that it wouldn't be enough for her SEA to fail to cover it in a few days. Looking pretty good!

Grabbing a bowl of cereal for her dinner, Turtle plopped out the couch, tucked her Journal beside her, and turned on the television. Now that she didn't have her mother restricting her TV time, she definately wanted to see what kind of channels they got here at the school.

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"Huh. Good to know."

She nodded toward the cast. "Can I sign?"

"If you have a pen, sure," Shawn replied shifting so he was sitting up again. "I think there's a nice big ~~handwavey~~ space between Jude and my brother up for grabs if you want it."

"Well, wouldn't ya just know it...." Turtle pulled a pen out of her pocket; what sort of girl left her room without a pen? She got close to the cast and searched for the space Shawn was refering to, or at least, close enough, and scribbbled out her name, with a little doodle of a turtle beside it. "Ta-da."

"Cute," he commented with a grin. "You must have a lot of practise drawing that one on stuff."

"Eh," Turtle shrugged, tucking her pen not back into her pocket but into her braid. "I usually don't draw one, but it seemed approrpiate at the moment."

"Well, appropriate and decorative," he said. "Usually a good mixture."

At that point he heard the toaster ping, signalling the readiness of his poptarts. "Okay, 'scuse me a minute," Shawn said pushing himself off the toaster to go and collect it.

"Poptarts and cereal," Turtle said with a grin, heralding their choice of meals. "Now this is what boarding school's all about. Well-balanced diets."

Shawn laughed, "Tell me about it," he said piling them onto a plate. "I live off these things, and the free food people give out the whole time."

"The cafeteria food is questionable," he warned her. "The jello has been known to attack."

Trolls to gremlins to attacking jello.

"Does anything in this school not attack?"

Shawn actually had to think about that one. "Probably not."

"Just before I left for the Christmas holidays, the books were actually attacking people."

Turtle rolled her eyes a bit. "And to think my mother sent me here under the pretenses that it would be safer. They better look into some of those brochures they put out; the false advertising is just a lawsuit waiting to happen."

"Well, considering the number of people with the power to protect you is probably increased tenfold. I think you're pretty safe here really."

"I should hope so," Turtle said with a bit of a huff. "Then again, this is coming from a guy in a cast....It'd be nice if I could be protected a little more than that."

"Hey, hey. I beat the thing that gave me the broken foot," Shawn said with a laugh. "It came off much worse in that deal than I did."

Turtle gave Shawn a lot. "Do I look like I can beat up a troll?"

"Looks can be decieving," Shawn said with a shrug. "You'd be surprised. Do I really look like I can beat up a seven foot muscled stone-like thing?"

"...Better than I can, yes."

"I'm guessing you're not empowered in any crazy way, then?" Shawn asked.

"Physically, no," Turtle said. "But I make up for it where it counts. Up here." She tapped her head a little.

"Awesome," Shawn remarked. "That's probably the best way to do it."

"Strength doesn't get you very far in life, anyway, unless you're a lucky dumb jock like Doug Hoo can just run and get people to give him stuff," Turtle said.

"Well, that's good to know," Shawn replied. "Makes me feel better in my lack of strength like that, and in the fact that people don't generally just give me stuff."

"People generally don't just give stuff," Turtle said with a nod. "There's always a catch. The idea is to recognize it, and then try to exploit it back at them."

Shawn smiled and picked at his poptarts. "Wise words, that I'll keep in mind. Never been much good at the exploitation, though."

"Some people would say that's a good thing," Turtle said with a small smile. "You make more friends, generally, when you're not exploiting them."

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