Second Floor Common Room; Early Wednesday Evening.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

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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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I trust no one, but I'll definitely buy the book. Or see the movie." She grinned. "Especially if Pitt is playing you. Definite gate-appeal."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"And accurate." Marco pointed out, ignoring the part where he's part Hispanic. And barely a few inches past five feet.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Parker said solemnly. "The only logical choice." She checked her watch. "Much as I'd like to discuss the advertising campaign with you, I have someone to call and torment long-distance. Catch you later, Marco." She got to her feet. "And hopefully you'll have seen more of our Island first-hand by then."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"If it's anything like what I've seen? I'm looking forward to it already!"