Second Floor Common Room; Early Wednesday Evening.

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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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"Stock updates?" Parker interest was caught, and she absently said, "Pirate Radio. It gives you updates on what's going on around the Island every day. Some of the students are DJ's for it."

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"Oh, cool," Turtle said, noting idly to check it out, but much more interested in getting back to stocks. She untucked the Wall Street Journal from next to her and waved it a little. "And, yeah, stocks. I got a few I keep my eye on. Makin' some pretty good money, although one of them's giving me trouble. I'm gonna drop it soon for another, but I haven't quite decided which one has more promise."

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Parker looked over, nodding. "I don't do a lot of trading myself-- most of my assets are in my father's company-- but I do dabble, sometimes. Which one are you looking at?"

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Turtle mentioned a handwavey company. "They're moving up nicely, but still slowly enough that my SEA shouldn't be dropping too far below it to make an even trade before I can get a hold of my broker. I can't do it directly. They don't let fourteen year olds trade..."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker snorted. "Stupid SEC rules. I hope that keeps climbing for you." She checked her watch, and shook her head. "And I have a phone call to make, to wake up someone in Cardiff and give them hell. We'll talk again, I hope."

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Turtle hoped her smile of excitement wasn't too broad. "I hope so, too. It was really nice meeting you, Parker."